It hurt a bit.

Okay, it hurt a lot. It wasn't like Rainbow Dash had never been punched in the face before, but this huge brute of a stallion had really slugged her. She could taste the blood running from her nose and down her chin. The blow had sent her stumbling, but she regained her balance as quickly as she could and turned to face her opponent.

Previously, she had rounded the corner up the staircase just to come face to mask with another goon. In a panic, she had stabbed him in the neck with the switchblade, but she had been unable to retrieve it afterwards. And just as she had regained her bearings, this stallion had ambushed her, knocked her bat away and forced her into a hoof-fight.

The gangster took a step forward and threw another powerful punch, but the masked pony ducked underneath it. Grabbing the hoof, she moved quickly, twisting it behind his back. He gasped out in pain as she twisted it as hard as she could, hearing it pop out of place.

The stallion fell to the ground, but the angry grunt he made as he tried to rise to his hooves proved that he didn't intend to stay down for long. He began to slowly limp towards Rainbow Dash, who had now begun to back into a corner, desperately looking around the room for a means to finish this pony off with.

But after quickly surveying the room, it was clear that there wasn't a weapon anywhere to be found, save her baseball bat which unluckily was sitting on the opposite side of the room.

She sighed from inside the mask.

The brute was only about six or seven feet away from her at this point.

"I can promise you that I am going to rip that mask off and bash your fucking head in." He growled, His accent heavy, and Russian. He quickened his pace.

Knowing that she was out of options, Rainbow Dash did the only thing she could do.

She tackled him.

As they both fell to the ground, the gangster let out a yelp of surprise. Clearly, a head on assault had not been what he was expecting.

Quickly, the cyan pegasus, being on top of the white-suited pony, wrapped her hooves around his head and pulled it upwards, towards her. Then she slammed it back down on the concrete floor as hard as she could.

The resulting sound was less of a crunch and more of a cracking sound. She looked at the stallion. His face didn't look too affected, but his eyes seemed to be spinning inside his head. Well, that and he was screaming in pain.

So She did it again.

And again.

And again.

By the time she got up from the mangled corpse she had lost track of how many times she had smashed his head against the concrete. She didn't examine what had been her adversary, but one look at her hooves told her all she needed to know. They looked as if they had been dipped in a can of red paint. And after examining her jacket, she found it had fared no better against the rain.

Adrenaline wearing off, she only now began to realize that she was exhausted, as she slowly walked over to the baseball bat that had been laying on the ground. It looked durable enough to serve her as a weapon for a while longer, and she knew she was almost finished now.

After a two minute walk, she arrived at the entrance of a long hallway. After quickly peeking around the corner, she saw that there were two guards, one with a lead pipe, and the other with what appeared to be a golf club. In between them was a mare, dressed in a full camouflage military suit, holding a briefcase in her mouth. Her coat was a light shade of purple, while her mane was a slightly darker shade of purple.

At this point, stealth was her only option. She could just charge down the hallway, but there were three of them, so her odds of winning were pretty slim.

It was time to figure out how dumb these gangsters really were.

As quickly as she could, she flew past the opened doorway, then waited, listening.

"Did you see that?" A gruff voice asked.

"Yeah, it looked like something moved out there." Another answered.

"Well don't just stand there with your hooves up your asses. Find out what it is!" The mare spoke this time.

There was silence for about five seconds.

"That means you, meat head." The voice of the mare growled, her words slightly slurred.

Almost immediately, hoofsteps could be heard approaching the entrance, they slowed slightly, upon getting close to the doorway, but they didn't stop.

As the stallion walked through the doorway, Rainbow Dash, who had been standing on her back hooves, kicked out hard with one of her legs, sending the stallion crashing into the wall as he dropped the golf club he had been carrying. She swung the bat hard, catching him under the jaw. The impact broke through his jaw and travelled up through the guard's head, splattering grey matter and blood all over the wall he had been pushed up against.

Fuelled by bloodlust, the masked pony ran at full speed down the hallway towards the only two left in the metro.

The stallion in the suit screamed in terror, but the mare simply stood there, barely acknowledging what was barrelling towards her.

Seeing no other options, the stallion went on the offensive, clumsily swinging his lead pipe at the chicken headed pony, but she sidestepped and jabbed him bellow his stomach with the end of the bat, knocking the wind out of him and forcing him to his knees. As he wheezed for air, he looked up at the cold, dead eyes of the mask, before the pony hoisted the bat above her head and brought it down on the back of his neck, severing his spinal chord and effectively killing him.

Then she turned towards the military pony, and swung the bat, hitting her across both back legs, before moving behind the mare and turning the bat sideways and pulling hard on her neck. The mare barely even struggled.

After little while, she stopped moving and rainbow dash dropped the bat, and her in the process. Picking up the briefcase, she walked out of the hallway without looking back.

As Rainbow Dash walked across the metro's ground level, carrying the black, featureless, and heavy briefcase, she began to feel the ground tremble beneath her hooves. There was only one thing this could mean. A train was coming.

The pegasus ducked behind a row of benches as the train pulled up. It took about thirty seconds for the train to leave, meaning that there was very few passengers on it. After a few seconds of hearing nothing but hoofsteps, she decided to risk a peek.

Two ponies. A mare and a stallion. Both dressed in clean, pressed, white, suits.

Rainbow dash lifted the briefcase. It was pretty heavy.

The chicken pony slammed the door of her Delorean shut, brushing away some stray specks of blood that were left on the briefcase after the cleaning she had given it earlier and placed it in the passenger seat.

She did not remove her mask.

Her work was not finished.

As the cyan pegasus pulled up to the alley where she was supposed to leave the briefcase, she couldn't help but notice that she was in one of the worst areas of Ponyville, and in this city, that was really saying something.

She got out of the car and walked down the alley. There wasn't anything out of the ordinary. A couple piles of garbage, and a trash barrel that was burning. She neared the dumpster that was to be the drop off point, looked both ways to make sure nopony was watching, lifted the lid, and threw the briefcase in.

Quickly, she turned to leave.

Suddenly, a voice rang out from back up the alley.

"Who's there?" It called. It sounded like a mare. The voice seemed slow, almost like the pony speaking was disabled in some way.

When the voice got no answer it continued. "I can hear you!" It yelled, sounding angry. "I know you're there!"

Rainbow Dash crept up to the corner of the alley and looked out in an attempt to find the source of the yelling.

She couldn't say she was all that surprised by what she saw. Standing there, was a bum. She had a grey coat, and a shaggy blonde mane, although both were dirty and hard to see through the disgusting looking rags she wore. She clutched what looked to be an old two-by-four in her hooves.

"I know you're there!" She repeated, her crossed eyes attempting to focus on different places in the darkness as they tried in vain to find the intruder.

When she turned her head to look away, the masked pony seized her chance. She rushed the bum, knocking her off her hooves before repeatedly hammering her hooves into the mare's face until she stopped struggling. Once the job was done, she looked at the pony she had killed.

The pony she had killed...

The innocent and disabled pony she had killed...

Oh god.

Rainbow Dash attempted to stumble away from the body, but her stomach was already churning. She quickly ripped off her mask and, despite trying to hold back, vomited all over the ground. It was acidic and disgusting, and it didn't solve her problem. How many ponies had she killed tonight? Eight? Ten?

She hadn't even been keeping track.

Mask dangling from one hoof, jacket and hooves soaked in blood, and mouth still leaking a bit of puke, the pegasus managed to walk to her car, using the walls of the alley for support.

As she weakly closed the door and started the ignition, she only had one thought on her mind.

What have I done?

Author's Note

Hi again! Would you look at this, more mindless violence!
I can promise more character development in the next chapters, it's just that I find writing fight sequences really fun.
Anyways, I'd like to thank you all for giving me the motivation to continue this story, it means a lot to me.
Oh, and please leave a comment, I'd love to know what you guys think of the story or if you found any errors I might've missed.
See you when I get the next chapter done!
-Scourge012