Prologue - One Night in Ponyville
Cheerilee, the happy-go-lucky purple schoolteacher of Ponyville Elementary, who had up until this point in time never had a single negative thought, ever, stood in the middle of the dark alley, her eyes wide open in fear as her pupils darted back and forth. Beads of sweat dripped from her face down her hooves to the ground. Her breaths were quick, and she even made a conscious effort to make them quieter, though the effectiveness of this technique was questionable. She had been frightened by a few things in her short, short, oh so fucking short....shit, focus, Cheerilee! ...short life, but never had she been fearful for her own safety.
"It's okay," she kept telling herself consciously, though she knew damn well she didn't believe it. "They didn't SEE you steal that bread. It's fine." Stealing bread, you see, was a terrible, TERRIBLE offense in the ten eyes of the Ponyville Gore Police. But she hadn't eaten in days...she was starving, and she was SURE nopony would be watching the bread stand on the main street at 4 AM in the morning...but just as she had laid her thieving hooves on a loaf, she caught some sort of movement out of the corner of her eye. She didn't hear anything, so she tried her best to forget about it, yet still, she was proceeding with caution, and now here she was, a block away from her house, in this dark alley.
She finally gained the courage to make another move. Step...BANG! There wasn't really anything that produced that sound, but as Cherilee took that step and looked up, she felt her brain reverb with such fear and surprise that it might have well been shot by a 12 gauge shotgun. In front her face stood the smiling party pony, Pinkie Pie! Cheerilee opened her mouth to scream in utter terror, but nothing came from her mouth. Her eyes were a different story, almost instantly filling up with tears, the pupils shrinking to an almost minuscule size. Her stomach began to feel faint as she began to realize that she would most likely not be alive five minutes in the future.
"Awww, silly, whatcha doin' out this late?" asked Pinkie in her signature high pitched and squeaky, excited voice. Cherilee's mouth trembled, tears streaming down her face. Before she could say anything, though, Pinkie raised up her hoof to Cherilee's mouth. "SSHHhhhhhh." Pinkie beamed with pride. "I bet I can guess! You were-"
Pinkie was cut off by the sound of a pegasus landing with great force behind Cheerilee. Cheerilee could barely find the strength to turn her head to see the confident Rainbow Dash slowly standing up, recovering from her landing. She gave a smug grin at Pinkie, almost ignoring the trembling Cheerilee in front of her. "Stealing bread, right?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at Pinkie. Pinkie gave a small "hmph!", and shooting Dash her best pouty look.
"You shouldn't cut me off like that. That's mean, Dashie!" she whined. Cheerilee blinked, and tried to whipe away some of her tears. Her mouth began to open again, as she stared at Rainbow Dash, who finally seemed to catch notice of her. Giving her a curious look, Dash leaned in closer to Cheerilee's face. Cheerilee began to stutter some words.
"Huh? You tryin' to say something? Come on, speak up!" teased Dash, almost laughing at Cheerilee. Cheerilee finally managed her words.
"I....don't want to die..." she sobbed, as she reached down and slid the loaf of bread away. "I wanna go h-AAAAAAEEAAGH!!" She was cut off by her own bloodcurtling scream as some force in an instant tore off one of her back legs. She fell to the ground, as her detached leg levitated above her, a blue aura surrounding it. Blood poured out of the hole left behind, and she began to shriek in pain. The neighbors were all, of course, woken up. None of them dared look out their windows to see, though. The Gore Police might get mad. It wasn't like this wasn't an everyday occurrence, anyway.
"Good heavens, won't she be quiet?" complained Rarity, deactivating her magical horn and dropping the levitating leg to the ground with a squish. "I mean hooonestly, its like ponies can't wallow in....whatever ponies are supposed to wallow in without screaming like an absolute BEAST anymore." Dash rolled her eyes, having to raise her voice to be heard over Cheerilee's noise. In a quick motion, she raised her hoof.
"Well, maybe you should wait until AFTER we tear out the vocal cords-" in an instant, Dash plunged her hoof into Cheerilee's neck, quickly ripping up afterwards, causing blood to shoot like a geyser from the wound. "-to start tearing off limbs, yeah?" Cheerilee's screams instantly faded into nothing as she was unable to produce sound anymore. She began to flail her limbs, rolling around, blood shooting out of both new openings in her body.
"It's okay, everypony," came a calm and quiet voice from behind Rainbow Dash. Fluttershy slowly stepped forward. "I'll calm her down. Pushing Dash aside, she reached out a hoof to Cheerilee's face. Cheerilee, though almost uncontrollable now, stopped thrashing for a moment and looked up at Fluttershy. In the back of her mind, she hoped, she prayed, that Fluttershy would somehow be kind to her. Even though she knew she wouldn't, as she lay dying in extreme pain, she liked to hope. "There, there," said Fluttershy, calmly brushing her hair. "You're not a bad pony. You just made a bad decision." Fluttershy lowered her hoof, and stepped to the side. Emotions raced through Cheerilee's head, and she could begin to feel her conscious fade.
"Well? What do we do with her now?" asked Dash. Fluttershy smiled and closed her eyes, raising her head up a bit.
"I think she's fine jut the way she is," she said in her calm, collected voice. "She deserves to spend the rest of her short life in agonizing pain."
"Awwww," said Pinkie, putting down the rather large hammer she seemed to have procured from nowhere. "I wanted to see her brains splatter all over!"
"Eeeeaugh! Save it for when I'm not around!" whined Rarity, taking a few steps back from Pinkie. "A pony must maintain her standards! And...where did you even get that hammer?" Pinkie replied only with a simple laugh. After all, the group knew better than to question Pinkie's methods. She sure was silly! A single tear dripped from Cheerilee's eye as she observed the site of these ponies laughing and conversing with each other. The last bit of life finally faded from her as she fell limp, blood still pouring out. The four ponies stared at the body silently as this happened, Dash being the first to speak after a moment of silence.
"Boy, that was AWESOME!" she cried.
"Well, why don't we wake up the whole neighborhood about it?" said Rarity in a haughty voice. Pinkie giggled.
"Well, at least she didn't cause all that shrieking by tearing off a limb! AAAAAEEAAAGH!" she screamed while laughing, trying to imitate Cheerilee's final vocal outburst.
"The important thing is that we got the job done, and that we did it together," said Fluttershy, once again putting on a small smile.
"Awww, yeah!" said Rainbow Dash, hoof-pumping once. "I can't WAIT to tell Applejack about this one!"
The four of them walked off into the darkness, leaving Cheerilee's mangled corpse, her leg laying a few feet from the body, to rot.
The ponies nearby would have to sleep with the smell for the night.
Author's Note
An experiment I wanted to try. Tell me what you think! This prologue serves as an introduction to the basic premise, though more importantly to the pacing and writing style...does it interest you? The main story will be Twilight being sent from her studies in Canterlot to deal with the threat of the Ponyville Gore Police. There will be five chapters, each focusing on Twilight taking on a member, those obviously being Rarity, Dash, Pinkie, Flutters and Applejack.
