Chapter 11: Apologies and Rise of Anarchy
Here is Chapter 11.
Now if I split this story into three parts (like atrilogy) this would be around the time that the second installment begins.
It's gonna start getting really dark, so I hope it still isable to work with you guys.
I do have an idea for another Fanfiction story, but I don't plan to start it until I'm done with finals so it won't be up for a few weeks.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this Chapter.
Thanks for reading and giving me reviews :)
Oh, and I own nothing except my OC Characters
Louis' House- Night
As soon as Louis got home from being out, he collapsed onto the couch in front of the television and flipped to the national news. They were talking about some suicide bombing in Afghanistan that killed U.S. soldiers and Afghani citizens, just a typical day in the most dangerous place on Earth.
He just shook his head, "And they really think Discord is a threat in a world where shit like this happens every day?"
He groaned and changed through the channels to find something more optimistic. He found a soccer game between the U.S. national team and Mexico that was taped from a few days before and smiled. He turned the volume on the television up to a point where he felt like he was actually on the field, surrounded by the cheering spectators. He could almost see the lights from the stadium surrounding him in an almost God-like aura as he pumped his fist to the cheering crowd that went "USA! USA!"
Louis grinned at the day-dream, hoping that one day he could gain such notoriety and bring pride to his country with his soccer skills. He then opened his eyes to the sight of his boring living room and let out a sigh before turning his attention back to the game, turning the volume up even more to bask in the mental image that he continued to create of him being present in the stadium.
His Aunt and Uncle were both out on the town so he didn't have to worry about making too much noise. He sat there for most of the night, both watching the game and drifting off into his own soccer fantasy, until his eyes began to get heavy. He let out a deep sigh and turned the television off before he headed upstairs.
Once in his room, he climbed into bed and let out a deep sigh. He was suddenly wide awake as the thoughts from the day began to fill his mind.
Then his mind fell on Rarity and how he had drove off as she sobbed for him to come back. Part of him felt agony about how he treated her; after all she was his favorite on the show and she did seem like she really liked him.
Part of his brain was screaming at him to go back and apologize, and he did know how that would be the right thing to do. But whenever he thought about the men who were following them at the mall, and how Ryan was targeted and followed, he began to think otherwise.
It was the classic battle. The question of "what should I do" versus "what's best for me."
For now, Louis decided to sleep on it before he would come to a decision the next day.
Wilmont City Hall
"Yes Lawrence, tomorrow night I want you to bring that neighborhood to its knees." Brett hissed into the phone as he paced back and forth in his office, wringing his hands. On the other end of the phone was Lawrence, fulfilling his role as the head boss of the anarchist gangs, who all secretly assembled over the part two years to become several separate gangs who were no longer rivals. They all were now on the same side, unified under an almost "underground" anarchist government where Lawrence was the speaker and Mayor Drocsid was their President.
As time wore on, Brett knew that the time of sitting idly by had to end, and so he was calling Lawrence to tell him what the next plan of action was, and how the anarchist's would no longer hide in the shadows.
It was time to reveal themselves to Wilmont.
"Yes sir, do we go all out or just scare the shit out of them?"
Brett bit his lip, "No mercy to anyone. Young of old, sick or healthy, bring them down. Kill them all. No person in that wealthy neighborhood is left breathing."
"Understood."
"And make sure you get that little bastard Ryan and his family. Bring him here alive, but leave everyone else for the morticians."
"Understood."
"Assemble the troops Lawrence."
"Hail Discord."
"Hail Discord." And with that, Brett hung up.
-THE NEXT MORNING-
Ryan's House
Ryan and Rainbow Dash stood at the top of the staircase as they looked downstairs towards the kitchen where they heard both of Ryan's parents talking as they ate breakfast.
Ryan was not looking forward to what he was about to do, but he knew that it was essential that it was. He wished that he could just keep Rainbow Dash a secret from his parents a little longer so that he could enjoy her presence in secrecy, which both he and Rainbow Dash agreed would be more fun. But there was no way out of it, and Ryan knew that the situation could only get awkward. Besides, he knew that if he wanted to convince his parents to evacuate, he needed to show them the impossible, namely Rainbow Dash.
Rainbow Dash looked up at Ryan to see him shaking in fear. Hell, Ryan wasn't even this nervous before he sat down to take the AP Physics exam in May, and he almost threw up at that point.
"Ryan, remember, I'll be there right by your side." Rainbow Dash said comfortingly as she nuzzled him.
Ryan nodded, "Thanks Dashie, I appreciate it, but I'm still scared."
Rainbow Dash smiled, "Don't be scared Ryan. Remember, go in with your head held up high and call me when you're ready. Besides, they're your parents, they'll understand."
"I hope so."
"Well it's not like you're telling them about our relationship now, right?"
Ryan shook his head, "Not yet, I still think it's best if I wait to break the news to them after they got to know you a bit."
Rainbow Dash leaned up and kissed Ryan on the cheek and whispered, "Be strong."
Ryan nodded and took a deep breath. Once he felt relaxed, he began his descent downstairs. Rainbow Dash slowly followed him at a reasonable distance so that his parents wouldn't see her quite yet, but, at the same time, she'd be close by when Ryan wanted her to reveal herself.
Ryan walked into the kitchen to see his father and mother sitting at the table eating some eggs and toast. It was a Saturday, so both of them had off from work, which normally would have excited Ryan as they could go to the movies.
But today was different.
Ryan's mother looked up at Ryan and gave him a smile, "Good morning Ryan."
"Good morning son." His father said as he peered over the local paper, the glasses he was wearing slid down to the tip of his nose.
"Good morning guys." He said. He slowly took his seat at the table and sighed. This sign of distress didn't get by his mother at all, which wasn't surprising to him because she could read his emotions like a book.
"Ryan is everything all right?" She asked. "You seem a tense."
Ryan nodded, "Yeah, everything is fine. I just need to talk to you two about something."
They both looked at Ryan with nervous faces, like they thought something horrible had happened.
"Ryan what's wrong?" his mother asked.
"Mom, Dad." Ryan took a deep breath and let it out slowly before he continued, "We need to get out of the house."
His parents looked at their son with pure bewilderment. Ryan expected this from them. After all, he would be confused as well if his son told him to evacuate out of nowhere.
"R-Ryan what are you talking about?" his father asked as he slowly put the paper down onto the table.
"We need to leave," he responded, "if we stay in this house we'll be sitting ducks."
"Ryan?" his mother asked.
"Son, what are you talking about?" his father now chimed in a shaky voice that was both alarmed and nervous.
Ryan knew that there was absolutely no going back now, so he decided to put all of his chips on the table come out of "the brony closet".
"How familiar are you with the concept of "bronies"?" He asked somewhat quietly. His gut began to wrench as he was not looking forward to talking to them about this. Even after everything that had happened, he really wasn't comfortable with telling them that he wasa brony, and always did his fan-boy activities in private.
But he knew that they had to know now, so he looked up at them to see their reactions. Both of his parents looked confused, like they weren't really sure what bronies were.
"Bronies?" his father asked with confusion.
"Male fans of the new installment of "My Little Pony"."
His parents both then realized what he was talking about, and both didn't seem too thrilled about it.
"So you're nervous because you wanted to tell us that you're a..brony?" Ryan's father asked, sounding a little stern, as if he was somewhat dissappointed that is son would be into a thing that was, in his mind, considered girly.
Ryan sighed and shook head, "No that's not all."
"Then what else is it?" his mother now asked.
"And what does it have to do with us being in danger?" his father added.
Ryan gulped and turned to the opening that led into the kitchen, "Dashie, you can come in here now."
Ryan's parents looked at him with confusion as they were unsure who he was calling to.
A second later, Rainbow Dash slowly trotted into the kitchen with a huge blush on her face from shyness, a shyness that Ryan didn't know that she had. It was like he was looking at a slightly less timid, blue and rainbow version of Fluttershy.
When Ryan's parents saw the cartoon pony, their faces fell into a state of shock. Ryan's father even took his glasses off to make sure they weren't giving him hallucinations. Ryan decided that he had to be the one to break the silence so he decided that introductions were the best way to start things off.
"Mom, Dad, this is Rainbow Dash. Dashie, these are my parents."
Rainbow Dash looked from Ryan to his parents and then gave them a sheepish smile and chuckled nervously.
"He-he. Hi, you must me Ryan's parents." She slowly walked up to the two stunned adults and stuck her hoof out to them for a hand/hoof-shake, "my name's Rainbow Dash, it's very nice to finally meet you, Ryan's told me a lot about you."
There was a long silence as both of Ryan's parents looked like statues that belonged in some art museum. They were immobile, eyes unblinking and mouths agape, and unable to react in any way other than stare in astonishment at Rainbow Dash.
Rainbow Dash slowly brought her hoof to the back of her head and rubbed it nervously. She also bit her lip before letting out another small, timid chuckle, "He-he, I know this must be kind of a shock to you."
Ryan's father was the first to move as he rubbed his eyes with his thumb and pointer-finger,
"Ugh….saying this is a shock is like saying Hitler was a little mean, or the Cleveland Browns are a little bad." He muttered.
"Ryan…Ryan what's going on?" Ryan's mother asked, still not taking her eyes off of Rainbow Dash, "why….why is there an animated horse in our house?"
"Pony mom," Ryan corrected, "and that's what I need to talk to you guys about. She was sent here with her friends to vanquish an evil that is threatening to overtake the world, starting here in Wilmont. She's here now because we both represent the element of Loyalty, and are therefore partners in this attempt to stop the evil that lurks in this town."
"The Element of what?" Ryan's dad asked.
"Loyalty, Dad. Don't worry I'll explain it more to you guys later." Ryan said, "The most important thing we need to do now is get out of here. Discord…the evil presence…knows where I live and if we stay here and do nothing, we're sitting ducks for him and his cronies. That's why I am showing you guys Rainbow Dash here." He pointed to Rainbow Dash, who gave another, warm smile to Ryan's parents. "Because I wanted to make sure that you believed me when I said that we were in serious danger."
His parents seemed to be less frozen in shock, and more fearful for their safety.
"Ryan where are we supposed to go?" Ryan's mother asked fearfully.
"I don't know a hotel or something where people wouldn't be able to track us easily. Like a hotel or motel or something." Ryan said. Rainbow Dash noticed Ryan's mother's fear and put her hoof onto her thigh. Ryan's mom looked up at Rainbow Dash who was giving her a comforting smile.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine. But it is kind of important that we leave now." Rainbow Dash said as she let her hoof drop from Ryan's mother's thigh.
Ryan's parents both nodded and stood up from their chairs.
"All right Ryan, we'll go." Ryan's father said before turning to Ryan's mother, "Come on sweetie. Let's get cleaned up."
They began to clean the kitchen when Ryan's father turned to Ryan, "Ryan, go upstairs and get your things. We're heading to a hotel."
"Okay," Ryan said as he started to leave. He then stopped and turned back to his parents, "Oh and take the BMW in the garage, because they know what my truck looks like and if they see me and Dashie leaving with you guys they'll follow us."
CRASH
Ryan's mother dropped the dish that she was washing into the sink and turned to her son.
"They're here now!"
"Possibly, we can't take the risk. Now please hurry." Ryan said as he left the kitchen with Rainbow Dash right on his heels. As they left, both of his parents shared a nervous look before they began to clean with fervor.
Upstairs in his room, Ryan grabbed his backpack and began to shove things into it. He put some cleaning supplies and toiletries in, as well as some means of recreation. He grabbed some movies that he had upstairs, namely "Inception", "How To Train Your Dragon", "Memento" and "Forest Gump". He also threw his iPod into his bag and turned to see Rainbow Dash looking out the window. She looked both stoic and strong, the reasons why she was so awesome.
"Dashie what are you doing?"
"Making sure nopony is outside spying on us." She said with her face in an intense scowl. She pressed her face into the glass window and shouted, "Where are you! Show yourselves!"
"They can't hear you through the glass Dashie."
"I'll make them hear me." She snarled.
"Besides, they won't see us leave because we're going in our sedan and it's in the garage."
She pushed back from the window, leaving smudge marks that were in the shape of her face and hooves, and walked over to Ryan's small bookshelf and began to look through it to see if there were any good reads.
Or in her case, the only series of books that she would allow a cool pony like herself to be caught reading.
"Hey Ryan?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you have any Daring Doo books, or is that just an Equestria thing?"
Ryan shook his head, "We don't have any books about her here on Earth, unless you count fan-fiction. Hang on, I'll see if there's a book that you might like."
He ran over to the bookshelf and began to quickly scan it until his eyes lay on a single book. He took it out and looked at it before turning to Rainbow Dash. "Let me ask you something Dashie, what's the most violent book that is sold in Equestria?"
"You'd be surprised." She said with a chuckle, "why do you ask?"
Ryan handed her a paperback book, which she took. Slowly, she read out the title, "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo?"
"Yeah it's a great book," Ryan muttered, "which was then made into a great movie. Actually the song we sang at the mall the other day was used in the film. But this book is very graphic, Dashie. There's rape and some other violent scenes, though so I'm not sure if you'd be interested in…."
"I'll read it." Rainbow Dash said with a smile, "I can handle it."
"Are you sure?"
Rainbow Dash nodded and walked over to Ryan's backpack. "I'm Rainbow Dash, I'm not afraid of anything! Not even books that might be a little disturbing."
"Okay, I was just wondering, because Equestria doesn't seem like there would be rape or anything like that."
Rainbow Dash smiled and walked over to Ryan, got onto her hind-legs, and hugged him, "If you're there next to me when I read it, it won't be a problem."
Ryan smiled, "I will be, don't worry. In fact, I'll read it out loud to you and we can watch the movie together if you want."
She gave him a big smile and nodded with excitement before she jumped to the ground. Ryan then remembered one last thing. He ran back over to the DVD case shelf and pulled out "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo".
"David Fincher you'd better make Rainbow Dash happy." Ryan thought with a smirk before he went back to his bag and put the movie in. With that, both he and Rainbow Dash went downstairs.
A few minutes later, his parents were done packing the few things that they wanted to bring, and met their son and Rainbow Dash downstairs.
With that, they got into their car, opened the garage, and drove off., both Ryan and Rainbow Dash ducking in the back so anyone who was watching them would only see Ryan's parents.
Meanwhile, in a black sedan parked in front of the house next door, two men watched as the car drove off.
"Should we follow?"
The other man shook his head, "The kid drives the black truck over there. That's his parents' car, and we don't need to follow them."
James' House
James sat at the table with his pen and paper and began to scribble down notes and feelings about Caroline. The funeral was going to be the next day, and his Aunt wanted him to give a small eulogy for her, as he wrote some more, he heard the sound of high-heels walking into the kitchen.
He didn't need to look up to know that he mother had just entered the kitchen.
"I want to hear you read that to me when you get done writing it." His mother said with a hint of her critical nature towards James in her voice.
"So you can tear it down?" James asked without removing his eyes from the paper.
He didn't need to see his mom to know that she rolled her eyes and want over to the fridge to grab a yogurt. He then heard Patrick come in, out of breath in his sleeveless shirt after running a few miles like he did every day. After all, he needed to be in shape for college soccer.
When James' mom saw him come in, her face instantly brightened, "So, Patrick, how was your mile?"
"Fantastic." He said with his cocky, douche-bag grin that made James detest him with a passion. He kept jogging in place as he turned to James, "'Sup bro?"
"What's up." James muttered without looking up.
"What are you writing?" Patrick asked, walking over and peering over his shoulder.
"Nothing it's….it's just a eulogy for Caroline's funeral."
Patrick didn't say anything, he just nodded and then pointed at the paper, "You spelled "friend" wrong."
James looked to see that he did put the "e" before the "i" and shrugged, "So what, it's not like I'm handing this in for a grade. I'm reading it to express my feelings for Caroline and what she meant to me. How Caroline and me had a bond that could never be broken, even in death."
"Caroline and I, not "me and Caroline"," Patrick continued critiquing, which made James clench his teeth and grip the pencil with pure rage that he tried to repress. "Maybe you should type this thing up on your computer so you can use spell-check."
"Thank you Patrick for your, oh so helpful advice." James muttered as he stood up from his seat and grabbed the pencil and paper, "Now, if you excuse me, I'm going to go up to my room and actually pretend that things that I do in this house are valued."
With that, James walked out of the room, giving his mother the time she needed to suck up to Patrick's "greatness". When James reached his room and shut the door, he saw Fluttershy standing in front of the small window beside James' bed.
He wasn't sure what she was doing until he saw the row of birds perched on the awning. They were chirping to an apparent tune that was very well orchestrated.
"That's it. My, you're sounding so wonderful." Fluttershy said happily to the birds. "Maybe just a teeny bit quieter though…i- if you don't mind."
James sighed and placed the paper and pencil down onto his desk and turned to Fluttershy, "Hey Fluttershy?"
She jumped at the sound of his voice and turned around. She was breathing heavily in and out while her eyes were wide with fear, as if she expected to see a dragon behind her. When she saw that it was only James, she let out a sigh of relief and calmed herself down.
"Oh James, I….um….I was just training some of the birds here to sing, I hope you're okay with that." She said nervously, pawing at the carpet with her hoof like she usually did.
James chuckled, "Yeah of course I am. Just make sure none of them crap on my widow."
"Okay James, thank you so much." Fluttershy said with her cutest face. She turned back to the birds and began to train them some more, "All right you guys; let's take it from the top, one, two, three…"
The birds began to chirp in unison their beautiful song as James sat at his desk and continued to write the eulogy. He began to think, tapping the eraser of the pencil against his chin as he did so. He currently had a good length for the speech, but he wanted to make sure it sounded good as well. He didn't trust his parents' opinion, as he knew that they'd shoot down everything that he came up with, and Patrick wasn't much better.
He bit his lip as he kept trying to think of who he could recite it to. As he thought this, he felt something tap him on the shoulder. He turned around to see Fluttershy looking at him nervously, "Um James….do you mind if you….read that for me?"
James looked at her with confusion before he looked down at the eulogy and pointed to it, "Y-you mean the eulogy?"
Fluttershy nodded, "Yes…but only if you want to. I don't want to pressure you into doing anything that you aren't comfortable doing. I would just really love to hear what you wrote about your cousin."
James chuckled, "That's great, Fluttershy. I've actually been meaning to get an honest opinion on it."
He grabbed the paper and sighed, but then he looked up at Fluttershy, "The thing is, though, I don't like reciting anything until I'm sure that what I'm reciting is well-written. So," he handed the paper to her, "if you don't mind. Could you read through it and tell me how it sounds?"
Fluttershy nodded and took the paper in her mouth. She set it down onto the floor and sat on her flank to read it. James watched nervously as her eyes moved from right to left across the paper, reading his heart and soul's work.
James went over to the window and saw that the birds were gone. He shook his head and gave a small chuckle as he thought about her uncanny ability with animals that even the best animal whisperer could only hope to come close to achieving. James then turned around to see Fluttershy tearing up.
"F-Fluttershy, are you okay?" James asked nervously.
She looked up at him with her eyes full of tears and gave a small nod. "Yes I am, it's just….." and she said something else but James couldn't quite make it out, much like when Twilight first asked her what her name was.
"W-what, I'm sorry I didn't catch that."
She mumbled again, and, like before, James didn't know what she said.
"Fluttershy, I'm sorry I can't...what are you saying?"
And then Fluttershy looked up at James for a second before she bolted over to him. She wrapped her legs around him and began to cry into his leg and then she finally muttered, at a volume that James could finally hear, "It was so beautiful."
James was stunned at her reaction, "R-really?"
Fluttershy nodded. She looked up from his leg and gave him a small smile, "Oh yes. You write beautifully James."
James now was blushing. He never got any compliments like this before from anyone, and to hear Fluttershy tell him such kind things made him suddenly have a feeling of joy and self-accomplishment.
"Thanks Fluttershy," he said, "but what about the grammar? Are there any issues with it?"
"Only a few," Fluttershy said as she looked down, seeming to feel bad that she gave him a critique. But she looked back up at him with a smile, "but those can be fixed. It's the message that counts, and you're speech had me to tears."
James smiled at Fluttershy and got down to hug her. For the first time, Fluttershy didn't shy away from his embrace. On the contrary, she instantly hugged him back.
"Thank you Fluttershy." James said as he held onto her tightly, much like he did the night before.
But now he was doing it out of happiness that he had written a good eulogy for Caroline and that Fluttershy was so moved by it and gave him such praise. He never felt such appreciation from anyone in his life as he did from Fluttershy at that moment.
Carl's House
Carl sat in the kitchen with his phone pressed to his ear, Ryan on the other line. Ryan had thankfully been the bigger man and accepted Carl's apology. Carl really wanted to apologize to Ryan face-to-face, but also didn't want to risk being spied on by people who could be scoping out Ryan's house. But during his conversation with Ryan, he found out that it wouldn't have worked anyway, as he was now in a hotel with his parents and Rainbow Dash.
"So you and your parents are at a hotel now?"
"Yeah we're at the Grand Hotel off of I-90. Do you know where that is?"
"Yeah we had our trophy presentation there a few years ago after winning that soccer tournament."
"Oh yeah, wasn't that after we beat South Brighton when Louis played for them?"
Carl raised an eyebrow, "Wait? Louis played for South Brighton?"
"Yeah he lived there for a few years before he moved to Wilmont. Don't you remember he got into a fight with James over a penalty and they were both given red cards? That's why we beat them."
Carl gave a small laugh and muttered, "So we have met before."
"Yeah we have. Why is that significant?"
"Yeah, remember? Princess Celestia said that all of us Elements knew each other and I didn't remember ever meeting Louis, but apparently we did at that tournament."
"Oh yeah, and weren't Pete and Alex on our team?"
"Yeah."
"Wow, my mind has been blown."
Carl and Ryan both laughed.
"Listen man, I've got to go. I'll talk to you later."
"All right Carl."
"Also Ryan," Carl let out a deep sigh, "I'm really sorry again for how I acted."
"It's cool man."
"I still don't forgive him." Came the familiar voice of Rainbow Dash.
"Is that Rainbow Dash?"
Ryan laughed, "Yeah she's a little less compassionate than me."
"You're gonna have to do more than just apologize for me to forgive you for calling Ryan a freak."
"Okay Rainbow Dash," Carl said with a chuckle at her stubborn nature, "Ryan you know you're lucky to have a girl who's so willing to protect your honor?"
"Yep, that's why I love her." Ryan laughed a bit, "I'll talk to you later man."
"All right, peace."
Carl hung up and put his phone back into his pocket. He got up from the table and went back upstairs to see Twilight sitting up in his bed with a small, but still tired, smile on her face.
Carl chuckled, "Did you sleep well?"
She nodded sleepily, "Yep, I did."
"Good to hear."
Twilight let a small yawn escape her, "Did Ryan accept your apology?"
"Yeah, thank God." Carl chuckled, "Rainbow Dash wasn't as forgiving though."
"Not too surprised about that." Twilight said with a warm smile that always melted Carl's heart. He walked over to her and leaned over so they could kiss each other.
"Twilight!" came a voice from down the hall.
As they heard this, they both broke the kiss and began to act like they weren't up to anything romantic when Spike burst into Carl's room. Both were looking away from each other, blushing like crazy. But Spike seemed really anxious so he didn't seem to take notice.
Twilight sighed, "What is it Spike?"
Spike held out a scroll, "The Princess just sent a letter for you."
Twilight used her magic and un-scrolled it in mid-air. She read it over and her eyes went wide.
She looked over at Carl, "Carl, you need to go speak to my Uncle."
Carl looked at her, "Bright Illusion?"
Twilight nodded. "The Princess says it's urgent."
Mr. Courtie's Magic Shop- Later
Carl nearly sprinted up to the door of the magic shop to see Mr. Courtie standing at the front, looking at him with anxiety. Carl slipped into the shop, "Mr. Courtie what's going on? Why did Princess Celestia tell me to come here?"
Mr. Courtie sighed and pointed to the back of the store, "Meet me in the back room."
Carl nodded and, without hesitation, ran into the back of the store. Mr. Courtie went to the front of the shop and turned the sign from "OPEN" to "CLOSED".
He then slowly made his way back to his back room, where Carl was standing, waiting for him. He got inside and sat down at his desk chair.
"Carl," he began, "I've heard that you've found all six elements. The other three's names are Alex, Pete and Louis, correct?"
Carl nodded.
"Yeah how did you know?"
"Princess Celestia told me. Remember, she's watching over you all so she knows when you find the Elements and who they are." Mr. Courtie said before he let out a sigh, "but that's not the only reason I called Carl. The Princess told me something else."
"What?"
Mr. Courtie bit his lip, "Did you all get into an argument last night?"
Carl didn't immediately respond to the question, worried about where this conversation was headed. Slowly he nodded and Mr. Courtie buried his head into his hands, "No, ugh that's the one thing we didn't want." He muttered to himself.
"Why?"
Mr. Courtie looked up at Carl and gave a small, but dark, chuckle, "Why do you think? You and your friends are the representations of the Elements of Harmony, Carl. The things that form in friendship, and right now, you look more like the elements of disharmony. Do you understand what arguments like the one you had last night can do? They can make Discord stronger."
"I know; the argument shouldn't have happened. But I've made amends with Ryan and am going to do so with Alex," Carl said, "not to mention I have to still convince Louis to help us."
"That's good." Mr. Courtie said, "But listen the Princess really wanted me to see you so I could emphasize the importance that the bond between you and your friends have. If it breaks in any way, as it did last night based on what I heard, all hope could be lost. You must make sure ammends are made and that you don't get into another fight like that again while Discord is here."
Carl nodded in understanding.
Mr. Courtie let out asigh of releif, "Great, now that that's over, where is Ryan now? I've heard that Discord put a spy on him to track his moves."
Carl nodded, "He evacuated his house."
Mr. Courtie sighed, "That's good to hear. Where is he exactly?"
"I think the Grand Hotel off of I-90, why."
"I need to know where all of the elements are." Mr. Courtie nodded. "So, Carl, I can count on you to bring the group back together as fast as possible, right? Because Discord is planning something very soon, I'm sure of it."
"How soon?"
"I don't know," Mr. Courtie said sadly, "but tonight, I want you to talk to everyone and unify them."
Carl nodded, "I will. I'll send out a mass Facebook message."
Mr. Courtie nodded and gave a smile, "That's what I like to hear. Our fate lies in the strength of your friendship, so get going."
Carl nodded and ran out of the store to his car. Mr. Courtie's smile slowly faded as he walked back to his room and sat at his desk. He stared at the wall blankly before closing his eyes.
"You'd better hurry Carl," Mr. Courtie thought, "I can feel chaos increasing already."
Alex's House- Evening
"Now hold ya face still so ah can clean it up."
"Okay."
Applejack was using a dampened rag to clean Alex's face off from the night before. There was also a bottle of rubbing alcohol out on the counter that she was planning to use.
Alex thought about the events of the last night after he got home with Applejack. As soon as they got upstairs to Alex's room, they heard his step-father came home in his usual, drunken stupor and started to beat his mother.
Once again, after he told Applejack to stay put, he went downstairs only to face a familiar situation to the ones that he always faced when his step-father came home.
Alex stood up for his mother, step-father turned attention from mother and starts to beat up Alex, and Alex's mom left the room to wash off her own wounds and leave her son to her husband's wrath.
Same shit; different night.
Back to the present, Alex felt much better as Applejack began to wash his wounds off for him, mainly one large cut on his cheek. Alex did clean it off and put gauze on it the night before, but Applejack wasn't impressed with his work and took matters into her own hooves to clean the wounds off the next day. She removed the gauze and began to clear the area of dried blood and other germs that accumulated there from the night before. Alex was happy that there was someone there for him when he needed comfort, and Applejack had proven to be that person…or pony in this case.
"Ya know ya should have told me to come downstairs. I would have protected ya."
"No, AJ. I don't want them to see you." He muttered, "Besides, ya could get hurt too."
"Nice little accent change," Applejack gave a small chuckle as she heard Alex slip into his Texan accent. She then continued to clean up the wound, "but ah don' care. If yer father…"
"….step-father."
"…step-father does this ta ya again, ah'm gonna have ta go down an' buck him mahself."
Alex smiled, "I wouldn't put it past ya either."
Applejack put some cleaning alcohol on the wound which made Alex grimace in pain.
She quickly pulled back and her face showed concern, "Sorry, did ah hurt ya?"
"No, it just burns a little bit." Alex said as his grimace relaxed and he eventually smiled became a smile as he laughed, "It ironic, really. One type of alcohol causes my wounds, and another helps heal them. And they both hurt like hell."
"Ya sound like a philosopher." Applejack said with a chuckle.
Alex returned the smile with one of his own before they kissed. They then hugged each other as the continued to kiss as if they had been in a long-term relationship rather than just one that was not even two days old. They broke the kiss and looked into each other's' eyes before Applejack got back to cleaning up Alex.
Once Applejack was finished, they both went back into Alex's room. Alex went onto Facebook and saw a message from Carl asking to meet at the mall for dinner.
Alex groaned.
"What is it?" Applejack asked as she trotted over to the computer and looked on the screen. When she saw Carl's message, her face turned into a scowl. "What in the hay does he want?"
"Apparently he wants to meet for dinner and try to get us to reconnect."
Applejack sighed, "He is a jerk, but he's right. Y'all need ta make up if y'ar gonna defeat Discord. After all, we were only able ta beat him when we were unified"
Alex nodded and began to search Facebook for Pete's page, as he was "friends" with him, "I'm gonna ask Pete to come with me." He muttered, "Otherwise I'll want to beat the snot out of him."
"Ah'll do it regardless," Applejack said with a snarl.
Alex just laughed at that and put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to him, much like a boyfriend would do with his girlfriend, "Yeah that probably wouldn't be the best idea AJ."
"Ya think ah care? Ya mess with mah coltfriend, yer gonna be in a world of pain."
Alex blushed at being called her coltfriend and at how protective she was of him. After all, it showed that she really cared about him. Smiling, he continued with his task by typing out an e-mail to Pete. Once he sent it, he turned back to Applejack.
"Ready for another trip to the mall?"
"Again?" she asked and Alex gave her a nod. Applejack rolled her eyes. "Geez, don't y'all ever meet anywhere else?"
"Nope." Alex said in a way that sounded like Big Macintosh, and this did not get by Applejack who gave Alex a questioning look.
"Did ya just imitate mah brother?" Applehack asked.
Alex looked at her and smiled before giving her a big nod, "Eeyup."
Applejack burst out into a fit of giggles as Alex just grinned at her.
"Alex ya really are somethin' else."
They laughed a little bit more before they both calmed down. Once they did so, Applejack leaned into Alex's ear and whispered, "But ah am still serious about wantin' to buck Carl when ah see him."
"I know." Alex said with a smirk before they gave each other a small kiss.
Pete's House
"Pete what did you want to do tonight?" Pete's mother asked him as she began to clean the table off from their dinner.
"I don't know." Pete muttered as he put his dish into the sink and began to head upstairs to his room where Pinkie Pie waited for him, "I don't really feel like doing anything to be honest with you."
Pete's mom sighed, "You know, you really should have some friends to call over the weekend. It shouldn't just be me and your father. I like having such a friendly relationship with you, but it isn't good to be only hanging out with us."
"The kids are all jerks." Pete muttered.
Pete's mom walked over to him and put her hand on his shoulder and gave him a re-assuring smile. Pete just kept his head down.
"Honey I know what happened when you were sick was terrible," she said as Pete looked up at her. "But you have to move on. Not all of the kids are like that."
"Yes they are." He muttered.
His mother sighed and hugged Pete, "But you know that your father and I will always be there for you when you need us. I can promise you that."
Pete smiled and hugged his mom back, "Thanks Mom."
With that, they broke the hug and Pete ran upstairs to his room to find Pinkie Pie looking at him with a strange, inquisitive look.
"What's up Pinkie?" Pete asked.
"What were you sick with?" she asked.
Pete froze and looked over at her, shocked that she had been eaves-dropping.
"W-what?"
"I said," Pinkie said as she walked over to him.
Not bounced, walked.
"Why did your mom say you were sick? What was wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Please tell me." Pinkie said with big, pleading, puppy dog eyes.
"Pinkie, look I really don't like talking about how my illness ruined every aspect of my life besides my relationship with my parents, so can we please drop it?" Pete asked.
Pinkie nodded, "Okay, we can drop it Petey, you don't have to tell me if you aren't comfortable with it."
Pete nodded, "Thank you."
He sighed and walked over to his computer and went on Facebook. He saw a message from Alex, who was asking him to meet with him and Carl at the mall because if he was alone with Carl he'd probably beat the shit out of him.
Also, he told him to bring Pinkie Pie so the girls could talk in private.
"Hey Pinkie?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you want to go to the mall later?"
Pinkie's sad face lit up and she bounced over to Pete, "Pete that sounds really super cool!"
Pete smiled, "Okay I'll call Alex to pick us up."
"Yay!" Pinkie said as she hugged Pete. Pete was frozen as she did so, not expecting such a reaction from her. As she broke the hug, she bounced back to his bed and began to rant on and on about how she wanted to get a big ice-cream sundae once everyone made up.
But Pete was too busy thinking about something else, something that concerned him. When Pinkie Pie hugged him, he felt happier than he had in a long time. But it wasn't just the hug. It was her general care-free attitude that he missed having when he was younger. It was her desire to help him out by getting to the bottom of a problem, even if he really didn't want to discuss it.
It was at that moment that he realized he might be falling for her. And, much like Carl, the idea of falling for one of the mane six frightened him.
Deli (This scene was inspired by the trailer for "The Dark Knight Rises")
It was early in the evening as people began to return home until the village was nearly dead, save for the local bar where workers went to go relieve the stresses of the day. The deli was almost empty, except for one customer who was currently at the register ordering some ham. That's when Lawrence entered and walked right up to the cashier.
"Excuse me, I was here first." The customer said. Lawrence glared angrily at the customer, who took astep back in fear, before he turned to the cashier.
"Yes, can I have a sandwich with that special meat and mustard that you provide?"
The cashier looked at the boy, "What kind of meat?"
"Grade A." and he showed the cashier his Discord tattoo that was on his hand. He then added, in a very low whisper, "As in anarchy."
The cashier nodded and gestured for Lawrence to come back with him. Lawrence followed with an malicious smile on his face. Once in the back, they went down a flight of stairs and reached a large, metal, sound-proof door.
The cashier knocked and after a few seconds, the door opened to reveal a few dozen teenagers inside. This room, and former meat fridge, that was made larger to become the official meeting place for the "Milites Chaos", or "Army of Chaos", which was the underground Anarchist Union of Wilmont. Every person in the room was in an age range from 15 to 23, wore tattered, black clothing, some sported black headbands and some sported black eye-shadow. Many of them also had masks, whether the mask was bandana to put around the lower half of the face, or a full-fledged mask, they had them. They were smoking, swearing, drinking, and loading up weapons for a night of terror that they had planned.
Lawrence smiled and looked up at a large, yellow banner that had the motto in red letters, that hung in the middle of the room.
The motto read: "In iuventus Valete; Discordia est rex"; which was Latin for "The Youth will Prevail, Discord is King". Now, most of these kids were part of the local gangs even before discord arrived. But once he got there, he managed to unite them under the one thing that they all stood for, anarchy and chaos to the system.
Lawrence whistled to get the attention of everyone in the room. They all turned to look at him with eager faces. Lawrence gave a small smile.
"My fellow anarchists, tonight is the night that we show those rich bastards in Leigh Heights what the poor and middle class are capable of if they're backed into a corner by their tyranny."
Lawrence raised his hand into the air to signal the salute of the "Milites Chaos"
"Hail Discord!" they all yelled.
"Discord and Obscure Darkness both gave us orders. They want us to storm that peaceful neighborhood and rain hell on them without mercy, just like they showed no mercy to us, and to the rest of the town."
Lawrence raised his hand again.
"Hail Discord!"
"Doctors who profit off of other people's illness and pain, lawyers who fight for criminals and murderers to be set free," Lawrence then stomped the ground with anger and shouted at an even louder volume, "BANKERS WHO FUCKED UP THIS ECONOMY AND SENT OUR FAMILIES INTO THE POOR- HOUSE! ALL LIVE IN THIS FUCKING NEIGHBORHOOD, LIVING FREE AND GOOD WHILE THE REST OF US SUFFER!"
Lawrence raised his hand.
"Hail Discord!"
"So tonight we go to Leigh Heights and show no mercy to those fuckers. Kill every last one of them, young and old alike. Show them how equality should never be forfeited!"
Lawrence raised his hand.
"Hail Discord!"
Lawrence smiled, "Let the war begin."
Once those words left Lawrence's mouth, everyone grabbed their guns and loaded them up, ready for the fight that was ahead. They also grabbed other weapons, such as baseball bats, make-shift molotov cocktails, crowbars, knives, and anything that could possibly be imagined. So many kids, all under Discord's power of influence and control. Finally, they were all ready and standing together, guns drawn and masks ready to be placed on their faces to give them the "anonymous anarchist" look. Lawrence gave a small smile, cocked his own shotgun, and held his right hand up in a fist and began to chant (I used Google translator, so I apologize if I butcher the Latin here):
Resurgere in contereret,
Cadent de vastantium.
Bellum aequalitas,
Bellum contra Class.
Nocte nos Superius,
Nocte nos pugnare.
In iuventus Valete,
Discordia est rex.
Everyone else began to follow along with the chant, eyes unblinking and sadistic smiles growing on their faces. The chant grew louder, and louder and louder, until it could be heard all the way at the front of the store by the, now very concerned, customer that was still in the process of paying for his sandwich.
As they exited the deli through the back door, their chant echoed into the night. The group of almost three dozen anarchists grew as they marched down the back streets, chanting their Latin chant, which signaled that it was time.
Everyday ordinary kids that were all from fifteen to their early twenties, began to put down whatever they were doing and run over to join the group as they heard the chant echo through the town. Once they caught up with the group, they were handed guns and masks. It was uncanny to watch the number of anarchists grow from roughly three dozen to almost one hundred. But what was the most surprising was how the gang was made up of the everyday teenagers and young citizens of Wilmont that carried on seemingly normal lives on the surface, but harbored sadistic sentiments just under the surface.
Everyone else became frightened by the sound of the chant. Even though they couldn't see the army of anarchists marching to their "war", as they were taking the back roads to Leigh Heights, the chant alone was enough to send shivers down their spines. Some even tried to call the cops due to their fear but none of their calls were put through. It was like all of the police officers decided to take the night off.
What really was the case, however, was that the cops were on the anarchists' side.
Lawrence smiled as he put a bandana over his face that was black and had a picture of a skull and cross-bones over it. Underneath the bandana, his mouth curled into a smile, pleased to see him leading the people who, he beleived, were going to change this town for the better, even if it was through chaos. He turned to see Sean and Lance putting their masks on, not stopping their chanting.
Lawrence again looked around at the crowd that he was leading. The army was all young, but both men and women were present. They hoisted their guns and weapons into the air asthey chanted. Most wore masks and black clothing, some with the Draconequus symbol on it.
Lawrence then turned back forward and held his gun up high and shouted the chant louder than everyone else. Soon, everyone held their guns even higher and chanted louder.
A chant that translated to:
"Rise of the Oppressed,
Fall of the Oppressors.
War for Equality,
War against Class.
Tonight we Reign,
Tonight we fight.
The Youth Will Prevail,
Discord is King."
Now the dark chapters will begin. And yes, they will most likely be pretty dark. Also, expect there to be violence in the near future, because the anarchists are on the rise.
And, as always, I hope you enjoyed this Chapter and please let me know what you thought.
Thanks again:)
Go Giants! Go Rainbow Dash!