A/N Well the apocalypse hasn't happened yet so, Horray! Anyways still not set up just felt like this was due.
Rainbow looked at Flash holding Pinkie. I wish that was me... The thought came out of no where and surprised Rainbow. She was surprised at her feelings because they weren't just for this crazy carnie, who had accidentally stumbled into her heart, but also for Pinkie. She had never told anyone but she had always had a crush on Pinkie. It surprised her no one had seen it. There were many long stares, and tight embraces. It was something in the way that she found room in her heart for everyone.
Dash turned away, a tear sliding down her cheek. She backed away and headed for the exit. She entered a large field and prepared to retreat to the sky, where she could always count on her speed to carry her away from her problems. "Rainbow, wait!" Her name brought her thoughts back from the safety of the clouds.
Rainbow turned to see Rarity coming as fast as a lady could and still hold herself with poise. "What's up Rares?" Despite her best efforts to sound relaxed, her words wobbled and her voice nearly cracked. "Dash, I saw the way you looked at Flash." Rainbow stepped back and blushed as she fervently denied it, "I-I don't know what you mean." Rarity scowled at her friend's attempt of lying to her. "Now listen you're not going to gain anything by denying it, nor do you lose my respect to admit it. Everyone gets struck by an infatuation."
Rainbow felt her stomach tighten up, she growled out, "It's not just some silly infatuation." "Why, what's so different about this stallion?" Rainbow felt tears welling up in her eyes. "He's, I don't know. It's just whenever he talks to me, I get all flustered and my knees feel weak. I first passed it off as hate then a crush but... I'm not sure what it is anymore." Rarity, starting to realize the depth of the situation, sighed and reached out a comforting hoof. Rainbow shied away and said, "It's not just the stallion, I lo-like. It-it's Pinkie, too." Every word lowered in volume until the last few words were whispers.
To someplace else
"Well, screw you guys!" Spades gestured vehemently at the two stallions walking away. One of them turned around and threw his deck of cards in his face. "Get out of here." They quickly left amid the maze of tents and stands.
Spades stood up and looked around him. He stood on the outskirts of the Carnival near a road. Dusting the dust from his coat he looked up the night sky. "Nice night ain't it." The voice came from the road. Spades looked to see the candy salescolt, Reece See, sitting on a cart loaded with candy. Reece was around 23, but stood tall at nearly a foot taller than Spades, who was just below average. "What are you doing out here though?" The brown colored pony asked. "It seems he's been thrown out, Reece." The voice came from the cart. A dull orange mane on a grey head popped up over the bags of candy. "What he said. Where are you guys going?" Spades asked.
Reece proudly put a hoof to his chest and said, "I'm off to seek my fortune as a candy maker." Spades rasied an eyebrow and asked, "What's your story than..." "Aristrotle Sapiens. It's my duty to the world to question everything and I've seen everything, I can from here." Disbelievingly, Spades replied, "What ever you say "Oh, don't mind his jibber-jabber, he got kicked out by the boss' henchmintaur."
Spades looked at the road ahead. "You know you could ride with us," Aristrotle suggested. "Sure, come on in," Reece continued enthusiastically. Hesitantly Spades climbed into the back next to Sapiens, "Thanks Reece and Aristrotle." Spades mispronounced Aristrotle's name. "Just call me Aaron, its easier for me to say too." Spade chuckled at that.
"So... Who's going to pull?"
Back inside the camp.
"Don't you ever get tired of this shit?"
The questioned went unanswered, as did all attempts of conversation when Snap was on duty. Pop pulled out a cigarette from his hoodie's pocket and lit it.
He pulled it away and breathed out a smoke ring. Pop watched it sail over the canvas of a tent their employer had been running into since his accident. Chuckling he thought, if only I had done that, then it would have been great. No half face, no face at all would have been better. Yes, unlike Snap, Pop held no love for their boss.
Since the day the "Snap & Pop Private Security" had taken this job Pop had wanted to quit. Running a company with his brother had seemed a great idea at the time but now it seem stupid. I used to be somebody now I'm just street thugs.
Pop drifted back to the days before, Snap's accident. He was comfortable, respected and most of all happy. Now it's all changed, he even had to change his name. Pop can still remember when it all went south.
Flashback, Southern Tramplica.
Sitting in the midst of his garden a red dragon held out a hand and watched a sparrow land on his hand. "You know, my friend, we share a name you and I." A soft tweeting was heard from the cherry blossom Sparrow worked so hard to keep alive in this dry arid land. The bird looked up at his nest.
"Go on your children are calling." The sparrow flew from his hand, and he stood up and walked inside. He past a brazier of enchanted flame, which will never dim of its own accord. He stepped into his lavish bedroom and pulled out a robe, after a moment he tossed it back in and reached back in. He pulled out a black hoodie.
Pulling it over his head he covered his bat like wings. The thick fabric held back his wings back easily, but the outline could still be seen. As Sparrow stepped back into the hallway and entered the entry room The house was nice it had belonged to his adoptive parents, but now it belonged to him, because his mother could not have any children of her own. Sighing at the memory of his lost parents Sparrow took a picture of the four of them from its frame and looked at it. In the picture you could see a small minotaur, or as small as they got, a dragon just starting to grow wings and two ponys. Everyone was smiling, Krackle held his wife and smiled into the camera. Searching for a place to sit he sat in his armchair, just as he settled into the armchair the front door burst open.
Sparrow jumped up and shielded his eyes from the sudden change of lighting. Standing in the door was Theseus, his brother. Theseus was bloody, his clothes were torn and ripped. Theseus stuttered out, "I didn't mean to. I just pushed him an-and" Sparrow rushed to his brothers side. "What happened?"
"I didn't mean to, it just happened." Sparrow shook his brother and repeated himself, "What happened?!" A roar came from the street. Leaning out, Sparrow pulled his head back in to avoid being struck by a bottle. Looking back out he saw an angry crowd charging toward his house, screaming out a chant. "Ohk-Rak-Meh! Ohk-Rak-Meh!" It was the chant of justice. This chant was only used when chasing murders.
"What happened, Theseus! What did you do?" Theseus stared out of the open door and said, "I didn't mean to! I just pushed him, he hit his head! Oh Gods why didn't he get back up!?" The crowd was now clearly audible. Theseus screamed out, "They're after me!" There was a terrified expression upon his face. Sparrow grabbed his hands and pulled him towards his bedroom.
Inside his room Sparrow shoved his desk in front of the door and faced where the desk had been. There stood a door. It was small, meant to be hidden. Sparrow kicked it open and watched it swing open, hitting the wall beneath it. The gap revealed a ladder.
Theseus was still muttering to himself. A quick backhand snapped him from his state. "Now get in!" Thesues climbed in and slid down to the caverns below. A door could be heard being rammed into over and over again. Quickly climbing onto the ladder, he put back up the door and put a locking mechanism in place.
Sliding down he looked around and found Theseus sitting next to a pool of water. The light was being given off by a single torch on the wall. "Come on were not out yet," Sparrow said as pulled the torch off the wall and began down the winding tunnels of the cave. "Now tell me what happened" He asked as Theseus followed silently. "I didn't mean to." "I understand that much but what happened?" Sighing Theseus started, "As I was patrolling the area surrounding the bank, I ran across a vendor selling fried fish." Sparrow shook his head, he was a vegetarian unlike most of his brethren "I went over to the vendor and asked how much. He began pointing at me and shouting, 'I'll never serve a monster like you!' I replied 'I'm not a monster' He got in my face and yelling at me. I got so angry, I shouted back. When he pushed me I shoved him hard the old stallion couldn't keep his balance and his head on the edge of his stand." After a moment he said, "I didn't mean to brother" With a sigh Sparrow said, "I know."
Standing at the exit of the caverns Sparrow looked out from atop the dune. He could see his home as torches were lit and silhouettes as his home burnt to his home. "Come on we must go, Theseus." "Brother, we cannot use our real names," Theseus pointed out. "I know, but now let us make haste."
Over the grueling years they had changed their names many a time and fled their home country and come to Equestria. There they found work as bank guards like Theseus, now Snap, had before. Snap's simple mind had gotten them fired by constantly mistaking commands. Snap suggested they start a private security company. They quickly received their first client, Slen Hook.
Since that day they had been scaring ponys. It seems that the respect once held by Snap for Pop had shifted to their employer who he was all to eager to please.
God I hate this job, but money is money.
A/N Um... Yeah not everything is vegetarian in my Equestria. I base this off of the fact something's got to be the apex predator.