MLP Noire: Brushie Brushie.

South side Bronx, about two hours after midnight. Two young colts were wide awake in their bedroom. Age 15 and age 16. They shared a room with two small beds. The tall lanky foal spoke up, sitting on the edge of his bed while she short and chubby one laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"Hey Snips, what time do you think aunt Colgate will come home?"

The skinny colt asked, a small bit of worry on his expression. It usually doesn't take Colgate this long to return home to her nephews.

"Don't worry Snails, she probably has more then one job tonight. That, or maybe it's just a long one."

Snails receded a bit, hushing up.

The house wasn't the best in all of Ponycity. It was a slim, two story, two room home wedged in between two other residences. The place looked to be falling at the seams, the income wasn't nearly enough to get the boys anything near luxury and could only afford the rent of a vacant squatter hide out. Snails returned to laying in his bed. They were on the top floor of the building, dust particles floating around the room. Snips could be heard snoring from over his side of the room. Snails sighed, something about this night felt different. He looked about the dim lit room, then out the window at the poverty stricken streets below. Something wasn't right at all.

After around twenty minutes, the two boys were both asleep. Something else slowly poured into their room though, the smell of smoke. As Snails jumped up from his bed at the smell of smoke, blazing fire engulfed the doorway.

"SNIPS!"

The lanky pony cried out, but only to be silenced by an engulf of flames.

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"Oi! Doug! I think the bitch is still alive!"

The earth pony thug chuckled, lifting up Colgate's head by her mane and looking deep into her eyes. The thug was wearing a mask, Colgate didn't recognize these freaks but she knows that they are with the mafia. Colgate kept her stern expression, staring back with a deep burning anger. The other thug was busy taking care of RedHeart and her open head.

"You are quite the looker, a bit feisty though. If I wasn't here to blow your fuckin' brains out with a lead bullet, I would blow your brains out by other means."

He chuckled, his masked face moving closer to Colgate's. She was in no defense, the bullets ripping pretty good and keeping her immobilized.

"Hey, buddy. Go fuck yourself..."

She managed to sputter out, the thug only giving a hearty laugh as he slammed her face on the bloody floor. The thug returning to his buddy to chit chat what to do with the dead mare. Colgate slowly floats her gun out of her bag, the shaking 9mm floating up and taking unsteady aim at the two. Seven bullets flew from the gun and killed the thug taking care of RedHeart, the other thug hitting the deck. She gathered her strength, the gun falling to the floor.

"Gah! You stupid bitch! I'll fuckin' rip your heart out! I swear to fuckin' GOD I will kill you!"

Tears rolled out of the stallion's mask. Clearly obvious to the fact he had never been shot before. Colgate limped over, spite in her words.

"You have no god now... Except me..." She spat a bit of blood. "I judge your fate and whether you live or die."

The thug nodded, compliance being the only thing to keep him alive.

"Now. You are telling me all you know about The Don Pinkie."