Rainbow Dash had always been a rather simple pony.
She lived in a one-bedroom apartment with little furniture and no entertainment besides her twenty- seven-inch television and her PES, or Pony Entertainment System. She went to her job every day on the Ponyville weather patrol every day from ten until six. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy her job on the patrol; it’s just that after four years of more or less the same routine, life had gotten rather… dull.
She lifted her head to survey her surroundings. She appeared to be in a bathroom, but a rather gross and strange one at that. It had no toilet, only a wooden chair, a sink, and a door. The white tiling on the walls was beginning to peel off, and the faded, tan linoleum was cracked and had begun to cave in near the center of the room.
Getting up from her chair, she sauntered over to the sink. The blue Pegasus felt groggy, and she was hoping to splash some water on her face to help wake herself up.
She turned on the tap, only to find that the water that said tap released was a dark yellow color, and smelled strongly of old garbage.
Grimacing, she turned off the faucet and moved to the door. Upon opening it and moving in to the next room, she found what appeared to be a large hotel lobby of sorts. The room was dirty; mud could be seen smeared across the carpet next to a small pile of garbage bags in one corner near the door. Flies buzzed around the bags noisily.
What was most interesting, though was the three figures sitting in chairs in front of her. She couldn’t quite make them out because of the room’s dim lighting, but their bodies appeared to be that of ponies, although their heads were much too big and strangely shaped.
Suddenly, a turquoise light seemed to turn on behind the figure on the far left side. Rainbow Dash shielded her face with a hoof for a moment, letting her eyes adjust to the light before looking up. She was quite surprised by what she saw.
Sitting in the chair was a pony, a mare, with a yellow coat. She was wearing a sage colored dress that seemed to cover almost her entire body. She sat relaxed in her chair laying back before perking up and looking at Rainbow Dash. What was most strange though, was that she was wearing a mask. It wasn’t a normal mask, it was a large, rubber mask made to resemble a pony; and truth be told, it was really creeping her out.
“Who do we have here?” The mare asked from inside the mask. Though her voice was somewhat muffled, it sounded soft and relaxing.
The masked pony leaned forward a bit, as if expecting and answer.
She was given none.
“Oh.” She said simply before continuing. “You don’t know who you are. Maybe we should leave it that way.”
The cyan Pegasus was confused by this message. She knew who she was! Rainbow Dash, star athlete! This yellow pony was nuts, that’s all there was to it.
Suddenly, the blue light went out and was replaced by a yellow light, this time illuminating the figure in the center of the room.
This figure was also a mare. She had a cyan coat that bore a striking resemblance to her own underneath a tan varsity jacket with white sleeves and the letter “B” embroidered on the left side. The rubber mask she wore appeared to be based off of a chicken, having a beak and white feathers.
But the mask wasn’t what confused Rainbow Dash. It was the jacket he was wearing. It looked almost exactly like the jacket she had worn when she played hoofball for the Ponyville Bulls, hence the “B” on the jacket. How was it possible that this mare had her jacket?
“But I know you.” The rooster pony said simply, interrupting her thought process.
“Look at my face.” She commanded. “We’ve met before. Haven’t we?” Her voice was deep, growly, and quite intimidating.
Before she had a chance to process what she was being told, the yellow light disappeared and was replaced with a red one, this time illuminating the far right corner of the room.
“Ah don’t know ya!” The third pony growled, her accent thick. Her coat was orange, but the white suit she wore mostly obscured it. It looked expensive, and freshly pressed. These types of suits were worn by the majority of the Russian (I have no idea how to ponify Russia.) mafia, who controlled almost all of the organized crime in Ponyville and Canterlot.
The mask she wore, looked to be that of a brown owl. Despite the huge eyes, she couldn’t make out a face behind it at all.
“Why’re ya here?” The owl pony asked angrily. “You’re no guest of mine!”
Rainbow Dash took a step back. She couldn’t understand why this pony, (If it even was a pony) was so hostile.
The lights switched once more. Red disappeared, and the greenish-blue light took its place, illuminating the yellow masked pony once again.
“Do you really want me to reveal who you are?” She asked. “Knowing oneself means acknowledging one’s actions.”
The masked pony paused for a second before saying, “As of late you’ve done some terrible things…” Her voice was softer now, as if the “things” were too awful to discuss.
Yellow replaced blue.
“You don’t remember me?” The chicken pony asked, sounding slightly aggravated that Rainbow Dash didn’t recognize her. “I’ll give you a clue.”
“Does April the third mean anything to you?” She asked. “I believe that was the day of our first encounter.”
Rainbow dash stood there, thinking. Come to think of it, April the third did seems like it held some degree of importance…
“You look like you might be remembering something…” She trailed off as the yellow light behind her dimmed until the room was consumed by darkness once more, leaving one very confused blue Pegasus behind.
Saturday April 3rd, 1989
Ponyville – Equestria
Rainbow Dash bolted upright from her bed, panting. Once she steadied her breath, she slowly got out of bed and walked to her kitchen.
“Well that sure was weird…” She thought to herself. It’s not every night a mare gets asked questions by three creepy masked figures in her sleep.
“Definitely no more Chinese take-out before bed.” She joked with herself as she filled up a mug with coffee.
She turned to walk to her couch when she noticed a red light blinking slowly on her answering machine.
Her coffee mug fell to the floor. It shattered into several large pieces as coffee was sprayed in a large radius around the area, staining her carpet.
But that didn’t matter now. She rushed to her answering machine as fast as she could and simply stared at the blinking light as if she was a cat, enticed by it's glow.
She lifted a hoof to press the playback button, but hesitated. Did she really want this? She knew that there would be no turning back.
She waited five seconds.
Ten.
Twenty.
Thirty.
She pressed the button.
“You have one new message.” The machine said in a feminine robotic voice.
Rainbow Dash held her breath.
“Beep.”
“Hi, this is Tim from the bakery.” The message started. The voice was rather high for a colt, but she didn’t question it.
“The cookies you ordered should be delivered by now.” It continued. “A list of ingredients are included… make sure you read them carefully!”
“Beep.”
Silently, and without thinking, Rainbow Dash rushed to her apartment door and put her eye up to the peephole. Nopony.
She twisted the knob slowly, careful not to make a sound as she pulled her door open.
She looked to the left, then to the right. That’s when she spotted it. Sitting to the right of her door was a brown, unmarked, and rather boring cardboard box that had been sealed with clear packing tape.
She quickly looked both ways to make absolutely sure she wasn’t being watched before grabbing it and quickly pulling it in as she shut the door. She locked her door then turned to her living room.
She gently set the box down on her coffee table before running to the kitchen to grab a steak knife. She cut into the box carefully, not wanting to disturb the contents inside, like a filly on hearth’s warming day.
Slowly, she peeled back the flaps on the box. Inside was a note and what appeared to be a rubber mask.
She grabbed the mask and pulled it out, then immediately froze once she realized what it was.
The mask, made of rubber and big enough to fit over her head, looked exactly Like a rooster. Furthermore, it seemed to perfectly resemble the one from her dream last night.
She set the mask down and picked up the letter. It looked as though it had been written in a hurry, judging by the messy scrawl that made up the note.
The target is a briefcase.
Discretion is of the essence.
Leave target at point F – 32, Inside the dumpster.
Failure is not an option.
We’ll be watching you.
The Pegasus lifted one of her eyebrows in confusion. They had told her everything except for where to go. She took hold of the box and turned it upside down to make sure she hadn’t missed anything. When nothing came out, she began to furiously shake the box.
Something red fell out and landed on the floor. Dash dropped the box and picked it up. It was a tiny model train, significantly smaller than her hoof, but intricately detailed.
She examined it closely for a few seconds before the realization hit her.
The Ponyville metro! It only about nine blocks from her house, and was often populated by ponies in white suits…
She grabbed the note and her lighter before hurrying to her bathroom. She held the note over the sink as she slowly set it ablaze. She watched it burn until nothing but ashes remained, then she scooped them up and dropped them in the toilet and flushed them, watching to make sure none were left.
After placing the train on her table beside her television, she put her mask under her bead and sat down on her couch. The TV screen came to life as she tapped her hoof on the remote.
As re-runs of “Full Stable” began to play, she did her best to relax. She would have to wait in her apartment until it got dark outside before she could go get that briefcase.
She glanced at her digital clock. 9:26 AM.
She leaned back on the couch and groaned. It was going to be a long day.
After finishing Super Colt Bros. for the fifth time that day, the Pegasus looked up at her window to find that darkness finally greeted her.
Having been too wrapped up in the game to notice, she bolted to her room grabbed the rooster mask before stuffing it into a brown paper bag from the kitchen. She hit the power button on her PES and then walked out her door.
As if out for a casual nighttime stroll, she dawdled down her staircase, carrying the bag in her mouth as she did so. When she exited her building, she noticed that it had begun to drizzle, and her coat was quickly becoming soaked. She picked up the pace, arriving at her car within a minute.
She smiled at the sight of it every time. The DeLorean DMC- 12 sat in its regular parking place. She had saved her bits for over two years to afford this car, but it had been worth it just to watch other ponies drool as she drove by. She often thought about the other things she could’ve bought with all that money, but she never once regretted her decision.
She often had ponies ask her why she would spend money on a car when, being a Pegasus, she could simply fly to her destinations. She had always simply replied with, ‘That wouldn’t look nearly as cool.’
As she got in she noticed the tan varsity jacket sprawled across the passenger seat. Her dream from last night at the very back of her mind, she quickly set the bag down on the floor and donned the jacket. Hopefully, it would keep most of the rain off her. Well, rain and… other things.
As the DeLoran pulled up outside the metro, Rainbow Dash couldn’t help but notice the lack of cars. The lack of anything, for that matter. The subway looked completely abandoned. This was unusual, even at night. Usually there would be at least two or three scary looking ponies hanging around the entrance at this time.
“Something must have scared them off.” She thought with a slight shiver.
The Pegasus parked her ride just outside the metro, in case she needed to escape quickly.
She got out and walked to the entrance. It was a cheaply made door, with a turntable knob and a small, rectangular window in the top right-hand corner.
Tiptoeing up to the window, she risked a look inside.
Leaning against the door was a rather scrawny earth pony with a light brown coat and a spikey, dark brown mane. His eyes were closed, and looked as if he was dozing off until he lifted a cigarette to his lips and took a long drag before exhaling.
Rainbow dash tore her gaze away to look at the “NO SMOKING” sight that had been hung just outside the doorway and shook her head.
Looking again, she noticed what appeared to be a baseball bat was leaning on the wall to the right of him. It wasn’t a cheap bat, either. “Ponyville Slugger” Could clearly be read on the side of it.
Rainbow dash took a step back from the door and retrieved her mask from the bag it had been hidden in. She put it on her hoof, examining it before slowly lowering it onto her face. It fit comfortably. She turned her head left and right to make sure the mask turned with her.
“Good and snug.” She decided.
She took a deep breath. Suddenly she was unsure. What was she doing? Why was she going into a station filled with mobsters to retrieve a briefcase she didn’t even know the contents of, let alone who wanted it and for what reason.
Because she needed the thrill. The rush. These ponies deserved it anyway. This is what she wanted, she had asked for this. Right?
Right?
Right.
Rainbow Dash turned around and bucked the two with her two back hooves as hard as she could. The force knocked the door open with enough force to send the suited pony sprawling. He landed on his chin with a small crack. He groaned in pain, letting out a “HT THE FK” through his hooves that were now cradling his damaged jaw.
While the stallion was writhing on the ground in pain, the masked Pegasus moved quickly. Clutching the bat in her front hooves, she stood on her rear legs and lifted the bat over her head. She hesitated for a second before bringing it down as hard as she could.
There was a sickening wet crunching sound. The bat had smashed the pony’s skull in, leaving a large, oval shaped indent in his head that was already beginning to bleed. His eyes were wide open, looking straight up at the ceiling despite him having been lying on his belly.
Rainbow Dash was only starting to lower her bat when the stallion’s body convulsed, making a horrible gurgling noise as it did so.
Disgusted, Dash took a small step back, her eyes wide behind her mask. She considered her options again before lifting the bat over her head once more.
CRUNCH.
The pony kept convulsing.
CRUNCH.
The pony kept gurgling.
CRUNCH.
CRUNCH.
Squish.
Panting, the Pegasus stepped away. She had succeeded in opening the stallion’s brain cavity, as his grey matter now painted the ground around her. She was pretty sure she could make out what was left of a lower jaw in the red, chunky mess that was where this pony’s head should be.
She lifted the bat to examine it as she began to walk away, most of the top of it was now stained red, and what appeared to be pieces of the stallion’s skull were stuck to it in places. This was all the observation she could manage before she was interrupted.
“What was that?” A feminine voice called from the washroom.
When she received no answer, she continued. “Yo, Whooves, you okay out there? I’ll be out in a second, don’t worry.”
Rainbow dash rushed around the corner of the hallway to the bathroom door, standing to the right of it so that the mare wouldn’t see her when she opened it.
When the masked pony heard the tap turn on, she hoisted the bat over her shoulder and took a stance, as if she was getting ready to receive a pitch.
The door opened slowly, but the pony didn’t come all the way out, instead she looked around on the other side of the door for anything suspicious before coming to the side Dash was waiting for her on.
As the mobster came around the corner, she saw a pony, wearing a rubber chicken mask, carrying a baseball bat, and looking as though she had just vandalized a blood bank. Her eyes grew wide with terror as she stared into the mask’s eyes.
“Wha-“ was all she managed to get out before the bat collided with her head. The impact sent her off her hooves and her head smashed against the wall as she flew. She slumped to the ground until she appeared to be in a sitting position. Blood dripped from her head and face, soaking through her curly orange mane pooling on the floor between her pale yellow-coated legs. She had left a splatter where her head had hit the wall that was streaked down to where it currently rested.
Rainbow Dash approached her, pulling the pony’s suit jacket away to reveal a switchblade hidden in the inner pocket. She took it.
Bloodied baseball bat in one hoof and switchblade in the other, she began to ascend the stairs to the Metro’s upper level.
Author's Note
I wrote this in one night after buying and playing through Hotline Miami during a steam sale and I had forgotten to upload it.
But enough of that! This is part one of the first chapter. If you guys enjoy it, I'll write more.
PS: I'm also looking for a proofreader and someone to draw a new cover for the story. (I just found this one on google.)
-Scourge012
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
