Rarity's vision swirled in a blur of color as she awoke. She didn't move until the room stopped spinning, blinking a few times to be sure she was okay. Sitting up, she looked around the room. Three other bodies lay on the floor, blood pooling around them. They hadn't been killed by the explosion. Rarity remembered killing them herself right before she'd answered her phone.

"My phone!" she gasped as she searched the floor, locating the cell phone on the ground next to her. She picked it up and cursed at the dark, broken screen on the device. She threw the broken phone across the room. "Shit!" she exclaimed, trying to remember what Scootaloo had told her. The filly had been telling Rarity where Sweetie Belle was being held, but Rarity didn't remember being told an address.

Rarity picked herself up from the floor and started walking to the doorway. The door itself had been knocked off its hinges by the debris that had been the wall on the opposite side of the hallway, but was, to Rarity's surprise, the only sign of any damage from the explosion in the room. Rarity's eyes widened when she saw the hallway outside the room. Rarity could see through nearly half the building because of the destroyed walls and any wall left standing was mostly charred from the heat.

"Those two don't ever get put in charge of explosives again," she told herself as she left the room to find the others. The sense of being alone was getting to be a bit overbearing and Rarity was still plagued with worry for her sister's safety. "I hate being alone," she said to herself as she started searching for her allies.

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Rarity burst into a large hotel room with an older stallion kissing at her neck and running his hands all over her body. "Oh Hoity, at least wait until we've gotten to the bed," she giggled, pushing the older stallion away playfully, pinning him against the door and dropping her white handbag at his feet. She leaned in close and whispered in his ear. "We should take the time to enjoy ourselves," she told him, seductively.

Rarity left the drunken stallion leaning against the door as she sauntered to the bed, her eyes passing over the room, taking in the expensive decor and paintings lining the white washed walls. She also took note of the sliding glass door that lead to the balcony overlooking the Manehattan skyline.

"Well, you've spared no expense on the room," Rarity said, turning as she neared the bed. "But how's your room service?" she said suggestively, removing the straps of her purple silk dress.

Hoity gave her a lecherous grin as he stumbled away from the door. He made it three steps before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed.

Rarity rolled her eyes as she replaced the dresses straps on her shoulders and stood up. "I told him to give me a slower sedative," she muttered in an angry tone as she hiked up her dress almost to her waist, revealing a black cloth band strapped around her upper thigh, holding a small glass bottle, a syringe and a gun on her inner thigh. She'd spent the better part of the night keeping Hoity from discovering the concealed weapon. Rarity removed the gun from it's place and quickly checked that it was ready, just in case.

Rarity walked to the door and retrieved her handbag, stepping around the unconscious stallion as she moved about the room. She opened the bag and pulled out it's only contents, a phone and an earpiece. Rarity pushed the earpiece into her ear as she tapped on the screen of her phone. She then began searching the room as the dial tone played in her ear.

"Hello Rarity, what can I do for you?" the familiar voice of Trender Hooves asked with a loud yawn, sounding like he'd just woken up.

"The sedative you gave me worked too fast. It shouldn't have kicked in for another hour," Rarity complained as she removed a painting from the wall opposite the balcony, revealing a safe in the wall.

”I gave you my slowest sedative. Any problems with the job?" Trender asked concern quickly replacing his exhaustion.

Rarity rolled her eyes in annoyance as she inspected the safe's keypad. "Of course not, but if we'd hit traffic on the way to the hotel, I'd have a problem," Rarity replied, annoyed as she put in Hoity's birth date as the code, smiling as the lock clicked open.

"If there isn't a problem then why are you calling me this late?" Trender shot back, annoyed. Rarity could almost picture the stallion's annoyed glare.

"To bug you for almost ruining my assignment," Rarity replied smiling as she opened the safe. "Well, back to work for me. I'll see you tomorrow," Rarity said, hanging up on Trender before he could argue.

Rarity looked at the contents of the safe in disappointment. A large sum of bits sat next to several color coded folders. "Could really use the money," Rarity mumbled, annoyed as she grabbed the files. She quickly laid them out on the bed and started spreading their contents over the silk sheets. "There's a lot more here than we thought there'd be," Rarity said happily. She used her phone to take pictures of every document. Once she was done she sent them to a contact marked as The Boss.

"That should about do it," Rarity told herself as she recollected the files and put them back where she found them. Once she had the painting back on the wall, she double checked that nothing was out of place, once more taking notice of the door to the balcony. Rarity sighed in frustration as she stepped over Hoity and left the hotel room.

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By the time Rarity arrived home, it was nearly midnight. Living in a condo, near the top of Fancy Towers, didn't help to alleviate her earlier stress. She rubbed her head as she unlocked and opened the door. She hadn't had much to drink, but she was still feeling the effects of what she had consumed.

Footsteps charging towards her from further in the condo alerted Rarity to the home's other occupant. "Rarity! You're back!" Sweetie Belle, wearing pink and white pajamas, shouted as Rarity shut the door behind herself.

"Yes an- oof!" Rarity grunted as Sweetie collided with her sister. "It's good to see you too Sweetie, but I'm fairly certain it's well past your bedtime," Rarity pointed out as she hugged her younger sibling affectionately.

Sweetie gave a guilty smile as she rubbed the back of her head. "I couldn't sleep until I knew you were okay. That and I had to make sure all the money got transferred to the right account this time," the young filly said as she let go of her sister and lead Rarity into the house. "I'm guessing you did better than expected though," Sweetie said as they entered the living room, where Sweetie's silver laptop sat open on the black couch and sat down.

"What makes you say that?" Rarity asked curiously as she joined her sister in the modern art styled living room.

"Mr. Pants sent us twice as much as you said he would. Look," Sweetie informed as she showed her sister the laptop. Rarity looked at the webpage displaying her bank balance and sure enough, there was a quarter of a million more than she expected.

"Well, it's not an unwelcome surprise, but it's still not as much as I used to make," Rarity said annoyed, recalling the door to the balcony in the hotel. "There were several buildings with a clear line of sight to the room. I could have made a clean get away before any pony knew what happened," she explained wistfully, imagining how much better her night could have gone had the assignment been a kill order.

Sweetie gave her sister a sympathetic look. "Maybe, but the Apples have been hounding any hitponies to work for them. If you kept in that line of work you'd have ended up like..." Sweetie trailed off as she saw the grim look on Rarity's face.

Until a year ago, Rarity had been an assassin. One of the most renowned in Equestria. Sweetie had a hard time coming to terms with this many years ago, but had since reconciled with her misgivings. Then the news of the death of Rarity's mentor, Storm Dash, came. Sweetie had never met the stallion, but Rarity always spoke of him like a father. His death had hit her hard and it got worse when her boss, Fancy Pants, stopped accepting hit contracts in order to protect his employees from recruitment by the Apple family. Rarity, like most in her line of work, weren't known by their given names, but instead they were called by code names the police came up with. This was the only reason the Apples hadn't gotten to her yet.

Rarity shook her mind free from that dark cloud of memories and looked at Sweetie. "I know it's for the best, but I still miss the work," Rarity argued, recalling the thrill she hadn't felt in almost four years. "Enough talking though," Rarity said, yawning as she stood up. "It's late, I have a headache and you, little filly, have school in seven hours. Now off to bed," Rarity stated, pushing the groaning and pouting filly to her room.

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The next morning, Rarity arrived at Fancy Corp headquarters for her debriefing of her assignment the previous night. Rarity checked her watch before she entered the building, smiling as she noticed she had almost fifteen minutes to spare before she was late.

Rarity quickly found a spot a few dozen yards from the front doors of the tower and the crowd in the busy streets and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her handbag. Rarity put one in her mouth and started digging through her bag for her lighter. All she found however was a note from Sweetie Belle, reminding her she was supposed to be quitting.

"Oh, of all the times to," Rarity ended her rant early and seethed at her sister's thievery, not noticing as an orange stallion in a trenchcoat and a stetson approached her.

"'Scuse me, ma'am?" the stallion called in a southern accent, catching Rarity's attention. Rarity looked the stallion over, slightly confused. "Sorry tah bother yah, but Ah couldn help but notice yer havin a little trouble there," the stallion explained, pulling a metal lighter from his coat pocket. "Might Ah suggest a trade?" the stallion proposed.

Rarity smiled and nodded holding her cigarette out as she shook another from the pack she held in her right hand. "And who might I be trading with?" Rarity asked as the stallion lit her cigarette and took one for himself.

"Mah names Braeburn," he answered, lighting his cigarette and taking a long drag. "And yerself?" he inquired, giving Rarity a once over.

"Rarity," she answered, noticing Braeburn's lack of interest in the answer. "Well, Braeburn, I don't mean to be rude, but you don't sound like you're from around here," Rarity said, leaving the question in the air with the smoke she exhaled.

Braeburn chuckled. "Fair assumption. Ah was raised in Appleloosa. Ain't been back in awhile though. Work keeps me pretty busy," Braeburn replied with a heavy sigh, a sad look in his eyes.

"And what work is that?" Rarity pressed, trying to keep the conversation going.

Braeburn seemed to be in thought for a moment. "Ah'm a talent scout," he replied. "Heard there was somepony round here we'd be interested in," he explained, exhaling smoke. "How bout you?" he asked turning the conversation on Rarity. "What game are you in?"

Rarity smiled as she took another drag. "Acquisitions," she replied. "My employer is an art collector and I'm the pony he sends to make sure a new piece isn't a knock off before he buys it," Rarity explained, checking the time and noticing she needed to meet with Fancy in five minutes. "Oh, dammit. I apologize, but I really must be going," Rarity said as she put her cigarette out. "It was nice to meet you Braeburn," she said holding out her hand.

"Likewise," Braeburn replied, shaking Rarity's hand.

Rarity then made her way to the front doors as quickly as possible, spouting apologies as she pushed through the small crowd. She quickly flashed a plastic badge at the security guard as she walked through the front lobby and straight to the elevators. Rarity walked into the first lift that opened and tapped her foot impatiently as the doors closed.

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Fancy Pants sat in a chair at the head of a conference table. His face was blank as he stared out of the floor to ceiling windows that lined the exterior walls. Fleur Delis, the only other occupant of the room looked at her husband in fear.

"Fancy, we need to make a plan now," she told him, catching his attention.

"It won't matter," he argued tonelessly. "Either we give up Rarity and become unneeded or we help her escape and they kill us. There is no plan for us," Fancy explained, turning to his wife. His eyes now betraying the fear he felt.

Fleur reached out and took his hand in hers. "Then we help her and hope that's enough," she told him, smiling as he nodded in agreement.

Before the couple could continue further the door to the conference room opened and a flustered Rarity entered. "Fancy, I'm so sorry I'm late I..." Rarity trailed off as she noticed Fleur and how scared she looked. "What's going on?" Rarity asked, not leaving the doorway, her hand tensing on the doorknob.

Fancy took a moment to collect himself before he spoke. "Please sit down and close the door," he said with more apprehension in his voice than he intended.

Rarity looked the pair over again in worry as she slowly closed the door and sat in the chair on the far side of the table. "What's happened?" she asked, fearful as her eyes shifted between the fear etched on Fleur's face to the almost sad look Fancy wore.

Fancy sighed before he spoke. "We just met with a representative of the Apple family," he informed her, shaking as his mind remembered the stallion's terrifying calm. Rarity's eyes widened as she saw where the conversation was going. Fancy shuddered as he spoke again. "He was here for you."

Rarity's mind broke for a second. She had spent the last year staying off their radar and what did it matter? The Apples had found her anyway. "What do we do?" Rarity asked, shaking her head in surprise, hoping Fancy had a plan.

For as long as she'd known him, Fancy Pants had always had a plan. He had a tendency to always see the best solution to a problem. It had been Fancy who had introduced Rarity to Storm Dash after she'd been caught stealing from Fancy's home. Most ponies would have just seen a criminal, but he had seen a young filly who needed a purpose and he provided that purpose. Rarity had felt indebted to him ever since.

Fancy shook his head as Fleur looked at the floor. "Not we, you," Fancy said, confusing Rarity. "You need to get Sweetie Belle and run," he told her a note of urgency in his voice.

Rarity's mind raced as she processed what he said. "Run where?" she asked, unsure where she and Sweetie could hide from the Apples. Their influence permeated nearly every level of the Equestrian legal system, so anywhere they went could have several officers on the Apple's payroll. This couldn't be Fancy's plan. There had to be more to it.

"Anywhere. And never stop running," Fancy answered, finding it more difficult to keep the fear out of his voice. The longer they spoke, the more Rarity felt like the world had decided to stop making sense. The confident and calculating Fancy Pants was gone. Replaced by a stallion who feared his end, but knew it was coming soon.

Rarity looked bewildered. "What are the rest of you going to do?" she asked, still wrapping her head around what she'd been told.

Fancy was shaky as he answered. "We'll... shut down our operations as soon as you leave. Nopony else in our employ knows what's happening. They should be... they'll be safe," Fancy corrected himself, still sounding unsure of himself. Fancy had always put his employees before himself and seemed determined not to let the Apples change that about him.

Rarity stared at her boss and his wife in shock. "And you?" she asked fearing the answer. Fleur choked back a sob and Fancy averted his gaze. "No!" Rarity shouted, jumping out of her seat. "You can't just roll over for them!" She yelled, hoping to spur the pair into action. They had taken her in when she was a runaway, lost in the Manehattan streets. They had given her a home, a sense of security and a job once her training had been completed. Rarity refused to let them die for her sake.

"We aren't," Fancy replied, catching Rarity off guard. "They promised to let us live if we gave you up," he admitted. Rarity's jaw dropped as she sat back down. "Warning you is our defiant act. Don't waste it," Fancy continued solemnly.

Rarity finally understood. This was Fancy's plan. To show the Apples that not everyone belonged to them. These two, who had been as close to her as Storm Dash, weren't prepared to die for her and yet they chose to anyway.

Rarity stood up again, tears in her eyes. "I won't. Thank you so much," she said wiping a tear from her eye as she walked around the table and pulled the couple into a tight hug.

Fleur leaned into Rarity's shoulder. "Never forget what's important," Fleur whispered through her tears. "Protect your sister."

Rarity nodded as she let go of them and wiped the tears from her face. She silently made her way to the door and retrieved her phone from her bag. She paused as she gripped the door knob. "Did that representative have a name?" she asked, fearful of some of the more notorious ponies employed by the Apples.

Fancy looked up as he answered. "Braeburn," he replied sullenly. Rarity gave him a shocked look before she tore the door open and started typing a text to Sweetie Belle.

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Sweetie Belle was in the middle of a particularly dull history lecture when she felt her pocket vibrate. She let the pencil she'd been chewing on fall out of her mouth as she took out her cell phone and looked at the screen beneath her desk to look at the text from Rarity.

Park now! Apples found me!

"No," Sweetie whispered in shock, unaware that her teacher was standing in front of her.

"Ms. Belle, if you have something to share with- oof!" the old stallion grunted as Sweetie jumped out of her seat, grabbed her bag and darted out of the room, shoving passed her teacher as she went.

Sweetie ran through the halls of her school, her teacher shouting for her to return as she fled. "What are we gonna do?" Sweetie asked herself in fear as she dodged around the few teachers left in the hallway. Sweetie stopped for a moment to think and clutched at her chest. She hadn't even realized she was having a panic attack until now. She tried to slow her breathing and think through her fear.

"First, I need to get to the park and find Rarity. She'll know where to go from there," Sweetie started running again, urged on by the concerned teachers calling after her. She quickly reached the front doors of her school and bowled through them and collided with somepony on the other side.

"Sorry," Sweetie apologized out of habit. She was about to turn away when the stallion grabbed her wrist.

"An where might you be goin lil lady?" the stallion asked mockingly in a thick southern accent. Sweetie's scream was muffled by the stallion's hand as he dragged her to a van and threw her in. Sweetie jumped at the door when she was released, but another stallion inside grabbed her and held her down as he stuffed a gag in her mouth. Sweetie's vision faded out as the stress became too much.

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Rarity arrived at Sweetie's school a few hours after the other students had gone home, panic filled eyes scanning the police cars and the officers talking to one of the teachers. She'd waited in the park they'd agreed on in case of an emergency for almost an hour before she'd gotten a call from the police, telling her that her sister had been abducted.

Rarity found an officer that had been roping off the area and tapped him on the shoulder. "I need to speak to whoever is in charge!" she demanded, louder than she meant to. Rarity took a moment to collect herself as the stallion gave her a bewildered look. "I'm sorry. My sister..." Rarity trailed off, choking back a sob.

The officer gave her an understanding nod and pointed at a purple mare in a grey suit, talking on a phone. "That's detective Armor. She's leading the investigation," the officer told her, a sympathetic look on his face. Rarity nodded in appreciation as she approached the detective.

"I'm not sure yet," Rarity heard the mare say as she neared. "I'll call you back when we've got something. See ya when I get back," she finished, hanging up the phone and letting out a disappointed sigh.

"Detective?" Rarity called out, catching the mare's attention. The detective looked Rarity over and gave her a knowing look.

"You must be Rarity," she said in a soft voice. Rarity nodded silently, hoping this mare could tell her something useful. "I know now may not be the best time Ms. Belle, but anything you can tell me gives us more than we have," Detective Armor informed her. "Can you think of any pony that would have a reason to take your sister?" she asked.

Rarity took a moment to think before she answered. If she mentioned Braeburn or the Apple family, they'd kill Sweetie. If Rarity did anything to seek help, she'd never see her sister again. "No," Rarity answered in defeat, seeing no alternative, but to submit. Tears began to freely fall from Rarity's eyes as the full scope of the situation hit her. Sweetie had been depending on her and Rarity had failed.

Detective Armor gave Rarity a sad look as she held out a business card. "If anything does come up, give me a call," she said, placing a hand on the distraught mare's shoulder. "We'll keep a squad car outside your building and let you know if we find anything," the detective said as she turned away.

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Fleur sat in the conference room quietly in the dying light of the sun, her make up ruined by the tears she'd shed earlier that day. She had since come to terms with her and Fancy's fate, not that it made it easier to deal with. Fancy had left only a moment ago to retrieve something from his office.

The door on the far side of the room opened and Fleur turned to see Fancy enter with a leather bound book under his arm and a sad smile on his face.

"I thought you'd gone to get the scotch you keep in your office," she said giving her husband a confused look.

Fancy chuckled. "I'd considered it, but then I decided it would be better to spend our last moments together sober," he told her as he walked across the room towards her. "And reflecting on happier times," he finished setting the book in front of Fleur.

Fleur smiled as she looked at the cover, happier tears threatening to spill forth. "Our photo album," she whispered as she opened the cover. The album started with photos from when Fleur and Fancy were dating. Fleur turned the pages, stopping to reminisce on her favorite pictures, like when Fancy had proposed to her in the park near where they lived at the time.

Fancy placed his hands on Fleur's shoulders as he leaned over her to look with her. "To this day, that is still the scariest thing I'd ever done," he told her. Fleur laughed, trying not to cry at the same time. "It was also the greatest," he finished, leaning closer to kiss his wife on the cheek. Fleur leaned towards Fancy as he rested his chin on her shoulder.

They were almost halfway through the book, flipping through pictures they'd taken with Rarity several years ago when they heard the door creak open.

Fancy's smile fell when he heard the noise. "I love you," he told Fleur just before two gunshots broke the silence. Fancy fell to the ground, his vision fading in time to see Fleur slumped over in her seat, her mane stained red.

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Rarity arrived home later that night. She'd spent almost the entire day trying to find some way to track down Braeburn, which ended in failure, before she gave up. Rarity pushed the door open and wandered into her living room in a daze and fell on the couch in a sobbing heap. She didn't hear the approaching footsteps.

"Must say, Ah'm rightly disappointed," a southern accent told Rarity, frightening her out of her sorrow. She stared at the stallion that approached her from the kitchen, fearful of what he intended for her. "Ah expected a lot more from the legendary protege of mah old buddy Storm," Braeburn said as he sat on the couch across from Rarity and took a sip of the water in his hand.

"Where's Sweetie?" Rarity asked, hoping her sister could still be saved. She didn't care that Braeburn had broken into her house or that she was in danger. She just wanted Sweetie to be safe.

Braeburn smiled. "She's fine," he said simply. "We can't kill her if that's what yer scared of. We need her so we can make a deal with you," Braeburn explained, gesturing with his free hand as he spoke with an unsettling calmness.

Rarity glared at the stallion. "What kind of deal?" she asked apprehensively. She already knew what he wanted, but the more she stalled, the more time she'd be able to think of a way out of this.

Braeburn gulped down the rest of his water before continuing. "Well, the family's been runnin a little dry on contract killers," he started, as if he was explaining the details of a rough day at work.

"I suppose that's got nothing to do with you treating us like possessions. We have free will," Rarity stated, staring daggers at the stallion. Storm Dash had always told her never to accept a contract from somepony she feared. It was a common practice in her line of work. Not that she had too many options now.

Braeburn rolled his eyes. "Ah told ys earlier. Ah'm just a talent scout. Ah find the talent, thats all. It's up to Granny what tah do with that talent," Braeburn defended, sounding victimized to Rarity's surprise. "Look, we're gonna have a lot tah go over. Can we just make the deal already? Ah'm on a bit of a schedule," he complained.

Rarity continued glaring at Braeburn as he waited for an answer. "Fine," she conceded, through clenched teeth, hating Braeburn more and more by the minute.

"Thank you. Now, we don't need nothin special from ya. Gonna keep ya busy though. Deal is this," Braeburn began looking Rarity in the eye. "Ya do what we tell ya or we kill yer sister," he said matter-of-factly.

Rarity restrained herself from punching the stallion in the face. She had no options and Braeburn didn't seem open to negotiations. "I want to see Sweetie, face to face once a week," Rarity demanded.

Braeburn looked like he was thinking. "Fair nuff. Hell Ah'll even let ya see her tonight, but don't say Ah never did ya a favor," he offered, smiling at Rarity. "Gonna hafta blindfold ya though," he added.

Rarity nodded her head. "That's fine," she conceded as the pair stood up. "There are police watching the front door though," she informed him, wondering how he intended to leave and how he'd gotten in for that matter

Braeburn chuckled. "Ah know. Them basterds owe me a grand each from a card game last week," he chuckled as he walked to the front door.

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Rarity walked blindly behind Braeburn, keeping a hand on his shoulder so she didn't get lost. "Got some stairs coming up. Watch yer step," Braeburn told her, his voice echoing around what Rarity guessed was a warehouse. She took awkward and cautioned steps, following the incline of the stairs, her shoes clanging on metal each time they fell.

The pair finally reached the top and Rarity heard the sound of a door creaking open and walked towards it. Rarity heard somepony in the room snicker as her shoulder bumped into the doorway. The door shut behind her and the black cloth bag was removed from her head.

The room was already dimly lit, so Rarity didn't have to wait for her eyes to adjust. The first thing Rarity saw was Sweetie, bound to a chair and gagged. The filly had tears in her eyes, but they seemed to brighten when she saw Rarity.

"Sweetie!" Rarity shouted, leaping forward only for Braeburn to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her back. "Let go of me! We had a deal!" Rarity shouted, kicking at the stallion

"Calm down now," he told her, doing his best not to get hit by her swinging legs. "Don't want ya gittin shot now," he warned, tossing her on the ground. Rarity sat up and looked around the room and saw two earth stallions standing in the darker corners of the room.

"I want to speak with her," Rarity said looking at Braeburn pleadingly.

Braeburn laughed, earning smiles from his comrades. "Nuh-uh. Ya asked ta see her and ya have. Ah'll let ya tell her goodbye an that's all," Braeburn told her leaving no room for argument

Rarity looked back at Sweetie, trying to look strong for the scared filly. "It'll be okay," she said, starting to cry herself. "I'll see you soon," Rarity assured her sister as Braeburn put the bag back over her head, making the world go dark. Sweetie's muffled screams were the last thing Rarity heard as Braeburn pushed her out of the room.

Author's Note

Oh My Fucking God! I did it! I actually continued this story. Super proud moment for me.

Okay now on to relevant things. First off this chapter wasn't nearly as long as I had originally planned it. The plan before had been to go back almost ten years from the explosion aftermath the characters are peaking up in at the beginning if each chapter. I was going to write about Rarity running away from home and eventually becoming a hired killer. But that would have been way too long for one chapter and I didn't want to distract from the point of the story, so I've decided I'll turn that into a spin off story for another time.

Now a few noteworthy things here. There will be a few more intro chapters before we get to the big explosion and Braeburn will give each of the mane six a reason to want him dead. I'm also trying not to use OC's as much as possible. So hopefully that explains why some characters ate getting bit parts compared to others. I do also have intentions for Trenderhoives to reappear later.

Thanks again to Spideremblembrony for helping me work out the kinks in this story and flesh out details. You have been a great teacher to me and I hope to continue learning from you.

Next up for this story is Pinkie Pie and she's gonna bring something totally different to the table.

Stay Tuned.