Scarecrow: The story of a hero.

The train screeched to a halt. This morning was rather cold, especially since it was still autumn. Scootaloo had decided to go with a blue and yellow Wonderbolts hoodie today, instead of the standard black. Within the black gym bag next to her was her mask, several pairs of clothes and other various items. She couldn't shake the thought that she had to leave Ponyville for this, especially after lying to everyone over why she was leaving. The letter she had "received" in the mail stated that she was being put into an expensive boarding school outside of Manehatten, and had to force herself to be excited.

The morning air was crisp and a bit foggy this morning, making it slightly harder to see after a certain distance. She sighed as she sat on the wooden on the large loading platform. There were other ponies there, all waiting on the same train, all for different reasons, it seemed. Several hooded young stallions, each with heavy looking backpacks, all near each other. Another was a hooded mare that Scoots had mistaken for the mare from before, before seeing that this mare was shorter. Derpy had made an appearance, as well as Fleur De Lis and Fancy Pants. She sighed yet again, as the train's doors opened, allowing her inside. He held her ticket in her pocket until she sat down, three rows from the back. She put her bag next to her, just in case something came up, and looked to the window. After several minutes, and what seemed to be an eternity, the train pulled off towards Manehatten. This route was rather long, as the direct route to Manehatten was undergoing repairs, so the train had to detour around the mountains, which were quite cold at this time of year. Scootaloo was sleeping with her eyes open at this point, deep in thought and staring out the window, motionless.

Suddenly, her ear twitched as the sound of several bags opening at once. Before she knew it, several shots rang out, and ponies yelled and screamed in surprise. A stallions voice called out, demanding everyone to stay quiet or have their heads blown clean off. After that, they were demanded to get on the ground, which all complied to. Scootaloo glanced up, to see a total of four stallions, each with an automatic rifle and what seemed to be bombs in their bags. Two stallions began to move to the other cars, doing the same thing as before. She reached for her bag, but instead met the cold hoof of a pony...a dead pony. The gunner had shot Fancy Pants in the head, not the ceiling. She stared in pure shock, only to be pulled back by more shouting. This time, the stallion was demanding all the bags to be handed over. This was quite bad for Scootaloo. She grabbed her bag quickly and quickly pulled out her mask, but instead of putting it on, she kept it by her side. As the stallion moved closer, she slipped it closer to her face, the scent of the gas filling her nostrils once again.

As the mask slipped onto her face, tightening on its own once again, she could feel the barrel of the gun against her head. She could feel the smoke entering her veins with its stinging touch, as the stallion demanded her to stand. She did as told, standing up slowly, but keeping her head down. She had a plan, and so far, it was working. The stallion then pulled her close, turning around around before putting a leg around her throat, the gun to her head now as she was now held hostage.

"Don't resist, or I'll blow your fucking head off. Got that?" His voice was angry, and a bit on the crazy side of things. She smirked, before suddenly spinning around. Her left hoof slammed backwards into his skull as she grabbed him in her spin, just before slamming the stallion's face into one of the metal seats, a loud, gut wrenching CRACK was heard as his snout was shattered by the seat. The stallion fell to the ground, unconscious. The second stallion in the car aimed his gun at Scootaloo as she  took out the first. He pulled the trigger, several rounds firing past her, before she instinctively outstretched her arm, sending a pitch black, smoking hook and chain towards the shooter at an immense amount of speed. The hook wrapped around the stallions throat, before Scootaloo pulled the chain back with a large amount of force, sending the stallion flying towards her and into her hoof, which landed a solid punch into his face. Yet another crack was heard as her hoof impacted his face. This time, it was his jaw, and it was shattered into several pieces.

"Well, that's new..." Scootaloo said, blinking as she looked to her hoof. The chain and hook had dissolved into the air by now. She looked up, away from the stallion and towards the several passengers in the train car. Derpy was shocked, to say the least. Fleur was sobbing over Fancy Pant's dead body. The hooded mare seemed to, unbelievably, be asleep.

Suddenly, the train seemed to lurch forward as it began to speed up. She looked to the next car and made her way to it, but stopping next to the door. She opened it and made her way into the frigid mountain air and took position next to the door. She stretched out a hoof and gave the door several hard knocks. Seconds later, one of the stallions ripped open the door, just before she simply hopped up and landed a solid, two hoofed kick to his chest, sending him flying off the train and, to her own surprise, off a cliff. She stared for a moment, before turning to head into the car. She looked around once again to the passengers, only to find a the conductor and engineer. She nodded to herself, before making her way to the engine, which was the only car left. She opened the door, which had no window, only to find the barrel of a gun in her face. Without hesitation, the stallion pulled the trigger. Just he did so, Scootaloo had moved to the side, but not without injury. The bullet ripped through he cheek, sliding it open as it grazed past her. He recoiled, and fell back, holding her now bleeding cheek. There was no pain, only anger now as Scootaloo leaped onto the stallion, and began to attack with several devastating blows to his face, each one breaking a part of his face. Before she knew it, his face was simply a bloody pulp, and was far from recognizable as a stallion, let alone who he was. She stood and checked his pulse, before concluding that she had killed him. With a sigh, she shoved the body off the train as well, before turning to face the now shocked crew.

She blinked and held her cheek, which was gushing a black substance, which was supposed to be her blood, forming a pool on the floor. She looked to the crew once again, after looking to the blood on her hoof, and spoke.

"Can you give me a hoof, here? Maybe some bandages, maybe a doctor?" The conductor nodded and trotted quickly to the first aid area, grabbing several bandages, before walking towards Scootaloo and helping to dress the rather severe wound.