Scarecrow: The story of a hero.

Scootaloo and her friends rushed through the town towards Sweet Apple Acres. They hopped over fallen trees, ducked under branches, and nearly gave Granny Smith a heart attack as they rushed past her. As they closed in on the clubhouse, a certain red maned, Manehatten filly leaned against the thick tree, her side scraping the tree bark slightly as she mentally braced for the pummeling of questions and hugs she was about to recieve. Suddenly, even with her mental brace, she was taken completely by surprise as Sweetie Belle tackled her in a tight hug, followed by Scootaloo. Sweetie Belle could barely contain herself as she hugged Babs, squealing with absolute joy as she held her tightly. A little too tightly for Babs comfort as she gasped for air slightoy, wincing

"Sweetie....Belle...I cant...breathe!" Sweetie Belle, after Babs' strained voice was heard, quickly let go, allowing her to take several deep, needed breaths. After a few moments, she smiled as Sweetie Belle began asking questions.

"So, Babs? How is Manehatten?" She asked in curiosity. Babs was about to reply when, suddenly, two police cars ripped past them from the house, sirens blaring as they raced towards town. The group faced each other and nodded, starting to run in the direction of where the two patrol cars were headed. Scootaloo, of course, lead the pack towards town, Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom, and Babs Seed in tow as she raced to what seemed like the Ponyville Bank, where several police officers were standing outside, pointing guns at the building. Infront of the police, a large stallion with a mask and suit on had a mare in a chokehold, a gun to her head. He began shouting demands, but scootaloo paid no mind to them as she watched in horror. The mare he was holding was Rarity. Sweetie Belle began to panic. Scootaloo had to do something ged about this. She couldnt just let Rarity die. Suddenly, she got a crazy idea as her hoof drifted into one of her pockets, feeling the gas mask with her front hoof. She began to step away from the group

"Hey girls, i forgot something at my house. Keep watching, tell me everything when i come back, 'kay?" She sprinted off to a dark alley away from the group. She gripped the mask, lifting it from it from its hiding place and placed it to her muzzle. The mask tightened once again, filling her with the slight burn in her throat and nostrils as her coat turned to grey, and her mane to black. She looked towards the scene and began to sprint quickly, disappearing into a puff of black smoke before re-appearing infront of the gunman. She leaped and landed a hard kick to his chest, knocking him away from rarity and sending the gun flying. She stallion quickly got up and, after a split second, he charged Scootaloo, swinging before Scootaloo landing on his back, gripping his head with her rear hooves before flipping backwards, throwing him into the hard marble wall headfirst, whilst landing on all fours in his original position. She regained composure, just before a second gunman swung his rifle, the butt of the stock landing hard onto her face, knocking her back a good amount. In mid-air, she twisted in such a  way to land on her hooves in a slide. The stallion charged again, using the gun as a bat, before she jumped and nailed a flipping kick to his jaw, knocking him back. Without any warning, she attacked again, this time grabbing the end of the gun and pulling, flipping the stallion hard onto his back. He barely had time to breathe within Scootaloo's barrage of hits.

With false thoughts of success she walked calmly towards the bank. Behind her, the stallion began to get up and charge her again. Just as the charging stallion got close, Scootaloo twisted around, and in one swift movement, she kicked the stallion into the air as she grabbed the gun and swung it like a bat, slamming it into the side of the stallion and sending him flying like a homerun ball. She tossed the gun to the ground as she walked towards the bank doors. Suddenly, one of the police stallion shoutned into a megaphone, but she paid no mind as she walked into the bank. As she opened the large black doors, several ponies stepped out into the safety of the police past Scootaloo. Several ponies were beated or bruised from the two gunner's attacks. She sighed to herself as she disappeared into a puff of black smoke, re-appearing back into the alley to take off the mask. As she removed it, her lungs and breathe felt cold compared to the burning she became so accustomed to within the fight. Her coat melted back to orange, as well as her mane back to its purple hue. She put the mask back into her hoodie's pocket. Soon, she put on a smile and darted back to Sweetie Belle, who was hugging a slightly bruised rarity tightly, tears in both of their eyes. She looked around in fake surprise, as if she had been gone the entire time.

"Wait wait wait...what happened?" she asked with fake ignorance, looking around at the released hostages, while the two assailents are shoved into patrol cars. Babs spoke up in pure excitement and amazement, as if she had found a golden apple.

"Scoots! You should'a seen it! There was this mare, with gasmask! and she totally kicked the bad guys butts! It like pow and bang.." She continued rapidly as she reinacted the fight between the two robbers and the supposed "Mystery Hero". Scootaloo rolled her eyes and laughed.

"And let me guess, this is just like the time Marilyn Manson went to your house to use the bathroom..." She laughed, as well as Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle.

"OKAY, Okay, fine, He didnt come over to use the bathroom...But his sister did!!" She said to recall the claim.

"Whatever, Babs" The other three said in unison as they began to make their ways back to their respected homes.