I'm always here for you

Scootaloo eyes slowly drifted open. What am I doing here? she thought. She couldn't seem to remember anything. Why am I outside? Why is it so late? Where Rumble? Why hasn't Rainb- Then it hit her. It startles the filly of how fast it happened. Rumble was kidnapped, my mom did, and I was knocked out.... Scootaloo felt tears fall down her face. What if I'm too late? What if she already killed Rumble?

Scootaloo became frustrated. She need to think straight if she was going to come up with a strategy.  "DAMMIT!" She said to no one in particular.

Her gaze shifted towards the sky. With a depressed sigh she fell back down to the ground. "Dammit, Rumble, how did your dumb plan work," she muttered to herself. She knew good and well that Rumbles plan of grab and run won't work with her.

She stood there what may have been a few moments, but to her felt like forever. Then it clicked. "I GOT IT!" She screamed. She gazed of into the direction of her old house. It'll have to be quick...

Rumble squirmed, screamed, hell even bite, but to no avail. This mare wasn't letting go, atleast not easily. Then he felt a sudden weight on his head. He didn't know what it was, nor did he have time to figure out. Within a few seconds he was swallowed in darkness.

Rumble felt some thing wet come in contact with his head. He shot upright... or tried. His gaze shifted to a table in which he was tied to. Thick rope, he thought giving his hoof a tug. Soon a shadow came over his body. "Good your awake," said a voice from somewhere in the shadows.

"What do you want from me?" Rumble said annoyed.

"Nothing really, just your life," The voice spat back.

Rumble felt a shiver go down his spine, but ignored it, "then take it," he said flatly as he could manage.

"Not yet, we have a guest that's going to watch."

"And who would that guest be?" Rumble said nervously.

"Your stupid worthless fillyfriend," the voice spat.

Rumble noticed the voice was getting louder.... or coming closer, but he shook the fear aside. "She's NOT worthless!" Rumble screamed.

The mare stepped out of the darkness and placed a gag over his mouth. "Shut up you fool." Scootaloo's mom spat.

The mare turned away and started filing through things rumble could not see. "Now," the mare said pulling out a dull knife, "Lets have some fun."

Rumble gulped as a smile spread across the mares face.

Scootaloo stood in her house yard. She gulped.

Fear. The most powerful emotion.

"Maybe I should- No Scoots stay brave," he muttered

Even more powerful then love

"Now, lets get this ready," Scootaloo said moving towards a window that leads into her room.

An emotion that drives us to lie, to attack... to kill.

Slowly, Scootaloo slipped into her room. She took careful steeps to her bed until she was right next to it. She did a quick pan around her room.

And most of the time, fear gets the best of us.

"Alright," She muttered reaching under her bed,"Here goes nothing."