Power is Corrupt

by JebtheDBAGpony

Rating: teen
Tags: Comedy, Adventure, Dark, Alternate Universe, Human
Length: 17954

Power is Corrupt is a series strongly based off of FIM, but just a little darker.

Ever wondered what things would be like if the world of FIM went just a little….. darker? like murders, theft, drugs, alcohol, etc were introduced? What if they lived in a world where not everything is all sunshine and rainbows, but blood stained walls and storm clouds? what if the Cutie Mark Crusaders were professional thieves and mafia bosses? what if sweet loving pinkie pie was a psychotic murderer? And what if sweet dear fluttershy was a pyromaniac to the max?

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-05-09 17:29:54 UTC

Blackfield

Chapter 1: Blackfield

Blackfield closed the book after finishing the puzzling story and pondered the idea about it… can the story be true? Of course there used to be another Goddess who ruled by Killestia’s side named Cresenta who caused a rebellion, but would she really be able to return? If so, then today would mark her return…. Blackfield downed the rest of her whiskey and let the bartender take the glass. She stood up, ready to leave the bar when she was stopped by two girls who seemed to have had a little too much to drink.

“Hey, you’re Blackfield right? We live next door to each other.” said the drunken woman.

Blackfield recognized the girl as Luci Fur, a bit of a Satanist really… Always came by her apartment asking for some spare candles, chalk, (probably for some kind of sacrifice to her “Satan”), but the two knew each other pretty well.

“Yeah, I remember you.” Blackfield said in a monotonous voice.

“Sweet!” she replied, “Do you think you can give us a ride? My friend and I aren’t exactly fit to drive at the moment.”

Blackfield looked at the other girl, Cherry Popper, and saw that the only reason she wasn’t falling over was that her just-barley-sober-enough friend was holding her up.

“Sure thing, but if she throws up in my car your cleaning it up.” Blackfield said glaring at Luci Fur

“I’ll make sure to keep her head out the window.” Luci giggled in response.

They walked out of the bar where Cherry Popper immediately regurgitated on the sidewalk. Better than in her car….. Blackfield unlocked her car for the two drunks and let them in. As promised, Luci Fur opened her friend’s window and let her head hang out. She started the car and drove to her apartment. When she finally got there, she took a good, long look at her home in Slaughterlot. It was a pretty dead-looking on the outside. Moss growing on the walls, broken windows where burglars had broken in and stolen a TV or two, more graffiti on the walls than china had rice, it didn’t look too sturdy. She and the two drunks walked in and found their rooms, waved bye to each other and entered their rooms.

In the apartment room, Blackfield was greeted by the smell of alcohol, red bull, and left-over dinner. She walked further into the living room and saw spike, her teenage dragon proxy, sleeping on the couch. Spike had an odd sense of style. The only think that wasn’t his choice was the spiked collar around his neck used to keep him in check. Other than that, he always wore jeans that were torn at the ankles, spiked wrist-bands, torn-up sneakers that his little dragon toes poked out of, and no shirt. Blackfield at least had the sense to dress nicely, though mainly she usually wore a large leather cloak that opened up in the front, showing a purple t-shirt with her symbol on it, black jeans and leather combat boots. She always kept her hair in a purple and black striped pattern, long and combed with a little hanging over her eyes.

She looked up at the TV and saw he was in the middle of a fight with Senator Armstrong in Metal Gear Rising. Spike liked to think of the song that played during that fight at his theme song. Blackfield grabbed the remote that controlled the collar around his neck and pressed the button. The electrical current shocked him awake and he stood yelling out.

“Alright, alright already! I’m up! Jeez…” Spike stood up and growled at Blackfield.

Being her damn proxy was really getting on his nerves. Then he suddenly remembered the message Killestia had sent for her while she was away.

Spiked leaned into the kitchen where Blackfield was pouring a glass of scotch and told her the message “Oh hey by the way, Killestia left you a message. Said she wanted to leave you in charge of the Great War celebration or some crap like that......”

Blackfield was stunned to learn that Killestia had directly contacted her. Normally she would simply receive a letter or she would be sent a guard to tell her something, but not this time. Now she was directly contacting Blackfield through the phone.

Blackfield dialed *69 and waited. Killestia picked up on the other end.

she heard her master's voice on the other side. “Hello?” said Killestia.

Blackfield swallowed her dry throat. “You wanted me?” Blackfield said into the phone

“Ah yes, Blackfield…. I wanted to let you know I would like you, personally, to check up on the preparations for this year Great War ceremony” Killestia said to the student, her eyes widening.

So it was true! Blackfield nearly exploded with excitement.

“Yes! Of course! You can count on me!” Blackfield nearly shouted, but remembered to keep her calm demeaner.

“That’s good. You’ll be leaving for Goresville tomorrow, start packing your bags.” Killestia said.

And with that Blackfield’s heart sank. Goresville?! That place was the highest ranking in criminal activity for all charges! If she went there then she wouldn’t exactly be coming back, let alone being heard from again!

“B-but I thought that the ceremony would be held in Slaughterlot!” Blackfield stuttered into the phone

She heard Killestia chuckle on the other side of the phone. “Yes, but there’s been a change of plans… I decided that this year, we’ll be holding the ceremony in Goresville.”

This wasn’t fair…. The ONE year Blackfield finally got to be in charge of the Great War celebration and it has to be in GORESVILLE! Course, what was she gonna do say no? Might as well stick her head in an alligator’s mouth and cover her in steak sauce.

“Yes mam… I’ll be there by tomorrow…” Blackfield said with dissapointment in her voice.

“I know you will.” And with that Killestia hung up.

Blackfield felt like she wanted to bomb an elementary school! What else to do but drink her problems away? Blackfield walked into the cellar and grabbed a bottle of vodka, took a drink and walked upstairs to pack. This was going to be a looong day….

Black on a plane

Blackfield boarded the plane to Goreville with spike not far behind. While boarding, Blackfield thought immensely about everything that was going on. First of all, that mysterious story: could such a story be true? If so, then today would mark the return of Cresenta! Then the Great War ceremony: why would Killestia suddenly directly contact her for something like preparations? It just didn’t make sense.

Finally, she was moving to a place where odds are she’s not gonna last too long. So much going on…. She needed a drink. After receiving a cup of liquor from the stewardess, she took a sip of her drink, pulled the book out of her bag, and flipped back to the page with the story. On the thousandth anniversary of the Great War’s end, she would return to free the people from Killestia’s evil clutches. She just couldn’t ignore it, if the story came true, then hell was about to be raised.

It’s not just the fact that if she returns, then life as she knew it would change, but when she does, it’s gonna start another war, which is going to get even more people killed. Blackfield’s mind was whirling with exhaustion and stress. She decided to sleep on the subject. She finished of her drink, lied back and fell asleep.

Pinkamena

“We are now landing in Goresville, South Equestria, prepare for landing, and we thank you for flying with South Equestria airline.” The sound of the intercom woke spike and Blackfield from their slumber.

Spike stretched and groaned, not being a big fan of waking up in a plane (or any place for that matter) turned up his music and took a sip of the energy drink sitting next to him, while Blackfield was all ready to go.

When they exited to the plane and walked into the station, they were surprised to see a girl with long, flat, pink hair, a black long-sleeved shirt with a picture of three balloons on the front, with one of her shoulders exposed as well as her bra strap, tight jeans with handcuffs connected to two of the belt loops, and black and red sneakers, holding up a sign with their names on it. Killestia never mentioned anything about an escort but they weren’t about to complain. Spike gave a questioning look to Blackfield but she shot him a glare and walked up to her.

“Hi there…. You are?” Blackfield asked the girl.

“Pinkamena Diane Pie" she responded. "I’ll be taking you to your new home here in Goresville”.

Blackfield thought about it, she was getting a bad vibe from her…. Oh well, free ride, right?

Spike and Blackfield walked over to what they assumed was her car. They could tell this girl has had some “special” passengers when they saw the blood stains in the back seat. They hesitated getting in, expecting some kind of trap to spring or a burst of knockout gas, but Pinkamena just started the car and drove off. Spike looked out the window to get a good look at his new home and with each bit of chaos, his heart sank a little more, he was most definitely going to die here. The car screeched to a stop and Pinkamena started swearing at some kids out the window. Blackfield took a look out her window to see who she was screaming at and saw four teenagers running across the street.

One had purplish messed up hair and was wearing an orange hoodie with a skull design on the hood, torn skinny jeans, black eye makeup that made it look like she was crying some kind of tar or other black gunk, and an AK-47 strapped to her back. Another had white and light purple looking hair, pale skin, and looked like she had gotten her outfit from the junk yard, with the entire thing being made up of cleaned off torn clothes, and a few bits of scrap metal on the leggings and sleeves. The last one was a red head that had a skull decorated bandana wrapped around her mouth, a leather jacket with a devil head decoration on the back that said “Ready To Burn”, a black and white checkered belt, baggy jeans, black combat boots, and fingerless leather gloves, and she seemed to be carrying a smoke grenade and a six-shot pistol.

Then finally, one ran across them that had red and orange striped hair, a tanktop that looked a little too small for her, some really baggy camo jeans. heavy work boots, and a loose belt. the jeans were so loose you could actually see her green underpants a little bit, but just the very top. she had a six shot revelor in one hand and what looked like a Blundergat strapped to her back.

The last one looked directly at Spike and mouthed what seemed to him like “welcome to hell”. Spike raised an eyebrow and wondered what they were up to. Blackfield suggested that they were probably just going to rob a convenience store or something like that. When they car stopped, pinkie unlocked their doors and introduced them to their new home. It looked pretty interesting, a tall building with probably about 10 stories to it. When they went inside, they discovered that half of the building was a library filled with incredible knowledge from even the greatest of scientists and authors, which pleased Blackfield incredibly, and for spike, there was a little hang-out spot for him on the roof.

The place seemed like a pretty good place to stay, so they unpacked and decided to rest there for the day. Before they started, Blackfield turned to Pinkamena and asked her who those kids were that she was yelling at, it was nagging her quite a bit.

“They’re just some kids who are dead-set on becoming certified criminals. They call themselves ‘The Tramp Stamp Terrorists’ though they’re just a group of wanna-be’s” She responded with little enthusiasm.

Tramp stamp terrorists….. Sounded like a group of drug dealers and bank robbers… Blackfield was just too damn tired to think about it, so she found her room, climbed into the already-made-bed and fell asleep.

During her sleep, Blackfield began to dream. She dreamt of being in the middle of a desert with another girl who looked just like her, who called herself “Twilight”… the both of them stood there facing each other, not saying a word. Finally, Blackfield unsheathed her sword and dashed after the doppelganger, as did she. Just as they were about to collide, she shot up from her bed, awake and out of breath…

“Another dream….. That same girl… That same place…. And that same feeling of appending doom….” she said between breathes.

Blackfield had been having this same dream all her life… She tried all she could to figure out what the dream meant, but so far, she kept coming up empty handed… She checked her clock and saw that I was still midnight. She flopped back down into her bed, just wanting one night of sleep. That when she heard the sound downstairs. Not bothering to get dressed, Blackfield grabbed her sword and tiptoed downstairs in her white tank top and boxers.

She passed by spike in his bed to she knew it wasn’t him. As twilight got downstairs she realized that even if she did get to whoever is was, it was too dark to- suddenly, the lights came on. She looked to the light switch and saw… Pinkamena!

“W-what the hell are you doing in my home!?” Blackfield shouted in a whisper.

Pinkamena set a paper back on the table in the kitchen and sat down.

“Just bringing a new friend some dinner” she responded.

Blackfield, hesitated, but she grabbed the bag and pulled out its contents. Inside she found some stir-fry, beef with broccoli, and some rice. This was good, but it was still no excuse the break into her house at 3 in the morning!

“Thanks, but did you really have to do it this late at night?” she said angrily.

Pinkamena giggled, which for some reason ran chills down Blackfield’s spine. “Please, EVERYBODY’S up right now!”

Blackfield stared at her with a look of confusion and questioning. “What….?”

Blackfield walked out the door and found that the city was a busy as when she got there. The only difference was that the street lights were on and there were only a few less people there.

“Do you people EVER sleep!?” Blackfield practically shouted.

Pinkamena giggled again, this time she looked a bit darker around the eyes when she giggled, Blackfield could only shutter at the thought of what ran through her mind.

“Of course we do! Just not on the night before the Great War ceremony. Everyone’s preparing for it.” She said with a terrifying smile on her face.

JEEZ THIS WOMAN WAS CREEPY!

Blackfield’s heart sank at the mention of the Great War ceremony.

She completely forgot that Killestia had left her in charge of the preparations! Blackfield did a complete 180 and sprinted for her room, making sure to yell at spike to get up on the way. Blackfield threw her clothes on, straightened her hair as quickly as possible, sheathed her sword and ran out just as spike sluggishly put on his torn jeans and walked to the door. Twilight inhaled her share of the food Pinkamena brought them, threw spike his and told him to bring some plastic silverware because they were gonna have to take it to go.

Bad Apple

The first stop they had to make was a little farm on the edge of town. The people here were in charge of the food. It wasn’t hard to find. On the very edge of town, there hung a sign that said “Red Field Slaughterhouse” along with some graphic graffiti sprayed across it. Blackfield stopped the car and turned it off next to a big flatbed truck, since she assumed this was where the parking spot was.

Blackfield and Spike stepped out of the car and looked around. The setting was a bit gloomy, with the sun just barley starting to come up, and clouds parked permanently above their current location, and they could vaguely hear a wolf howling in the distance. They shuddered and hesitantly walked up to the front gate, though the gate was closed, the sign on the front of it said “ENTER”, so they just climbed over. Just past the acres of apple trees, they saw a little farmhouse in the distance, so they decided to go and check it out. Spike looked at all of the big, juicy apples as they walked by and his mouth watered. Though he just ate, he didn’t exactly get his fill.

So without thinking, Spike plucked one of the apples from the trees.

“Spike! What are you doing!?” Blackfield nagged at him.

“Oh come on! I didn’t get enough time to eat since you were rushing me so much! Besides, who’s it gonna kill?” Spike said with a bit of irritation in his voice.

Before spike could take a bite from the apple, they both heard a gunshot and the apple exploded in Spike’s hand. Blackfield panicked and looked around. She just barley caught site of someone hiding behind one of the trees in the distance.

Blackfield drew her sword from her sheath and held it in front of her.

“Who’s there!?” she shouted into the many sprout of trees out in front of her.

Blackfield was responded to by what sounded like a western cow-girl. “The owner of this farm! Who the fuck do you think you are stealing from me!?”

Blackfield gave Spike an I-told-you-so look and looked back to where she saw the person hide. When she looked back, she saw a woman in a long, light brown jacket, red leather bikini top and bottom, a long heavy looking sword strapped to her back, and a cowgirl hat, pointing a desert eagle straight at her. Before she knew it, the girl fired 6 shots.

If Blackfield wasn’t good enough with her sword to block bullets, they all 6 of those shot probably would have gone through the same hole, but one of them did barley graze her cheek. She was a good shot…… The woman proceeded to run a bit farther away and take cover behind another tree. Blackfield tried her best to get close, but every time she tried, she was pushed back by a flying storm of bullets. There was no way in Hell that she was gonna get close. She was gonna have to use her magic.

Blackfield sheathed her sworn and summoned her magical energy by mumbling a few chants, and felt the burning of fire in her hands. Blackfield opened her eyes and shot a fire storm of meteors in the direction of the woman. But she was very quick, the woman proceeded to dodge-roll her way out of their path, and shot a few more rounds at Blackfield, one of them finally hitting Blackfield directly in the shoulder. She shouted out in pain and collapsed. Spike look at Blackfield and anger began to build up inside him. He looked at the woman and ran as fast as he could towards her. he may not have liked blackfield very much but he wasnt about to let her take this!

Though his scales were bullet-proof, the bullets did cause a sharp pain where they hit. Spike ignored all the pain and continued to charge at the woman with full force. Once he got close enough, spike summoned all of his strength and gave her strong right hook to the face. The punch was fierce enough to knock her back about 10 feet and make a dent in one of the trees. Spike walked up to her to check if she was dead, but to his surprise she stood back up, groaning a little bit, obviously OK. The woman looked at spike and wiped the dripping blood from the side of her mouth.

Spike was surprised to see her standing again. Normally a punch like that could take off a stone golem’s head! Spike growled and raised his fist to hit her again, but before he could bring the pain, the woman gave him a hard uppercut to his ribs. He heard a loud snapping sound as the punch connected, and the woman then gave him a roundhouse kick right across his face, knocking him back quite a bit. As Spike stood, all he could hear was a loud ringing in his ears where the woman had kicked him. Spike tried to find the woman, but his vision had been blurred. That chick sure knew how to give a good kick.

Just then, Spike was hit in the back of the head and he collapsed to the ground. He turned over and looked up at the woman, with one of her feet on his chest, pointing the guns right where the bullets would go through; his eyes. Just as Spike thought it was the end he saw a quick flash of silver fly up next to him and slice the woman right across the eye. She screamed out in pain and dropped her guns. Spike looked up at his savior….. Pinkamena. She was holding a hatchet in her hand that had blood dripping off of the sharp tip of it.

Pinkamena licked the blood off of the blade in a bit of an erotic way and held out her hand to help and lifted him up.

“You go and get Blackfield, I’ll watch over Bad Apple here…..” She said to the beaten dragon man.

Learning her name, he realized why this had all happened. Bad Apple was the owner of this farm and wasn’t too happy about when Spike took the apple without her permission. He suddenly felt guilty when he looked down at Bad Apple. She was still screaming out in pain, holding her eye, trying to stop it from bleeding.

He sighed and when to retrieve an unconscious Blackfield. He threw her body over his shoulder, as did Pinkamena with Bad Apple, and followed her to the farmhouse. Spike was a little concerned about walking right up to the home of the girl who just tried to kill him, but he had to see if there was anybody there who could help her. Once he got up to the house, Spike knocked on the door and waited impatiently for someone to answer. Once they finally did, the man who opened the door was about eight inches bigger than Spike, and had the build of a freaking rock monster! The man looked at Bad Apple and stepped to the side, letting them in, his expression unchanged.

When Spike walked in, he saw a girl inside with three of her friends. They seemed awfully familiar. But that wasn’t important now, he set Blackfield on the cleared table right next to a now unconscious Bad Apple. The man from earlier came in with what looked like a first aid kit and told them, to leave. Spike wasn’t about to obey, but Pinkamena grabbed his arms and pulled him out of the room. They sat on the ground with one of the teenage kids in the room while the other two sat on the ground trying to kill each other at Call of Duty.

Spike looked over at the girl next to him and recognized her as the girl from the street when Pinkamena was driving them to their new home. The girl looked up at him and smiled. He looked down at the other two kids and saw that they were the three other girls who accompanied her when running across the street. Pinkamena decided to leave the room, but not before giving the 4 teenagers a dirty look and walking off. Obviously she didn’t like their little group, but why?

As if she read his mind, the pale girl with the junkyard outfit spoke up without taking her eyes off the screen. “We don’t exactly get along with Pinkamena. We may have caused her quite a few problems in the past”

Spike wasn’t too surprised to hear that the 4 teenagers caused someone trouble.

“What did you do to her?” he asked with sencire curiosity.

Now it was the girl in the orange, skull decorated hoodie’s turn to speak up.

“Eh, we’ve robbed her store a couple times, jumped her, we’ve mugged her quite a few times also. And in return she ‘accidentally’ hits us with her car. Only when she’s the only one in the car though.” She said with a cigarette in her mouth and killing the redhead with a quickscope.

That would explain why she didn’t run them over when she saw them in the street.

It seemed like Pinkamena and the group of kids had their own little war going on.

The one next to him decided to introduce herself first. “Appleboom, I’m the one who came up with the idea of the Tramp Stamp Terrorists.”

She held out her hand and Spike didn’t hesitate to shake it.

The girl with the AK-47 introduced herself next. “Crimson Fury, I’m mainly the one to take action and goes into our little schemes head first!”

The girl with the striped red and orange hair looked over at him after putting her cigarette out in the ashtray. "ah'm Bads Bleed. I guess you could call the the 'cavalry' of the group. if crimson fury fails, i head in next. and if i fail, the whole group comes in"

Then there was the last one. “Bell Toll. I mainly plan out the operations and since I’m the only one of the three of us who has a driver’s license, I handle evacuation and escape routes, plus I share the same psychic powers as my sister.”

Well…. four weren’t the little rookie trouble makers Pinkamena made them out to be, they were downright professionals!

“Do your little robberies and muggings usually go well?” Spiked asked intruiged.

“Usually, but sometimes we get in a little over our heads….” Crimson Fury said, her jaw starting to tighten in anger.

Apple Boom spoke up after her friend. “Like this one time when we tried to rob Killestia’s royal safe. We’re lucky we escaped alive!”

Spike was surprised to hear these 4 had the guts to actually try to rob the Goddess Killestia! Let alone actually manage to get out alive! Before he could ask any more questions, Spike was interrupted by a bandaged up blackfield walking into the room. Her arm was in a little cloth wrapped around her shoulder and her shoulder was covered by a bandaged.

A little of blood was seen bleeding through, though not too much… That’s when He heard the intense screaming from inside the kitchen where the man from earlier was treating Bad Apple. It sounded as though she was in twice as much pain as when they brought her in. He didn’t want to, but Spike’s curiosity got the better of him and he went in to see what all the commotion was about. What he saw may have been imbedded into his memory for life... Bad Apple was laid across the kitchen table, thrashing and screaming, while the man seemed to be cleaning out the eye socket that had been injured.

Spike looked at the little tray next to the man and next to all the little tools of surgery, he saw a sliced eyeball and it’s stem lying on the tray.

Before Spike could leave the bloody scene, the man spotted him and shouted. “You! Come over here and help me hold her down! Quick!”

As much as Spike felt like he was about to vomit, he rushed over and helped restrain Bad Apple’s head and body. The guy who was working on her finished up cleaning out her eye socket and stuck a small rag into it to stop the bleeding, and finished up by wrapping a bandage right around her head, across her eye. Instead of giving her something to help put her to sleeping, the man just cleaned up the mess from the injury and walked off, leaving Bad Apple on the table crying. Spike felt bad for her, but there was nothing he could do.

So instead, he just took a seat and waited for the woman the stop crying. After about 10 minutes of sobbing in pain, she finally cried herself dry and wiped her….. Eye.

“You ok now…?” Spike asked meaningfully.

She looked over at the large dragon man and gave her eye one last wipe. “Yeah… I am now…”

“My guess is you’re not too used to pain?” He asked a little jokingly but mostly serious.

She chuckeld and and spike couldnt believe he could get her to smile again.

“Nah, I’m pretty used to pain, hell I experience it every day, sometimes it’s just worse than others, but I’ve never really had my eye split open before, so it was a little surprising to me.” she said looking at the mess she had made.

Spike smiled back at the Woman “I know what you mean”

Bad Apple raised an eyebrow. “Wadya mean?”

Spike chuckled and lifted his shirt, exposing a large scare right in the middle on his belly. “My scales may be strong, but they’re not invincible, I took a sword straight though the gut, impaled me all the way through, lemme tell you I’ve never been in so much pain in my life.”

Bad apple looked shocked. “Where in the hell did you get impaled by a sword!?”

Spike laughed out loud, surprising the one eyed woman.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you! But enough of that, who was that guy who was fixing your eye?” spike asked a little curious about the tall, silent man.

“Hm? You mean Big Bad Mac? He’s my brother, we usually come to him if we need some serious help. Though it’s usually rare, since ‘serious’ here isn’t that common...” she answered casually.

Spike wanted to continue the conversation, but Blackfield called out to Spike, telling him they had to leave. After they were done checking up on the food preparations like they were supposed to, which they came to a conclusion that it was handled and delicious, they smiled, waved goodbye and walked back to their car.

It had been a long day and it was getting dark out. After thinking about it, Blackfield realized the ceremony wasn’t actually for another week, she decided that she and Spike would go back home since it was already dark out and get some sleep.

Mid-Story

When Blackfield opened up her eyes, she was in the dream again. In the same desert, with the same girl, standing on the same road. They both just stood there, petrified practically, until finally, the other girl spoke up…

“Who are you? And why do you keep invading my dreams?! And why do you look so much like….. me?” The mystery girl questioned her...

Blackfield didn’t know any of this either, but the least she could do was tell this girl her name.

“My name is Blackfield. I am the faithful student of Killestia, Goddess of the sun, and am just confused as you are. Now tell me… what is your name?” Blackfield responded with a question.

Just as the girl told her name, Blackfield woke up in her bed, now getting a little more information about the mysterious girl…..

Twilight…..

Necra

When Blackfield awoke, she looked out her window and saw the sun just rising up through the horizon. She wasn’t about to go back to sleep anyway, so she threw off the covers of her bed, and walked downstairs. Spike was still asleep, so she just made herself some breakfast, sat down on the couch, and watched a few episodes of The Walking Dead. After Spike finally decided to wake up and got himself some breakfast, they got dressed and walked out and got into their car, ready to check up on the next preparations for the great war ceremony, which was decorations. Blackfield looked at the list and saw that a woman named Necra at Massacre Boutique was supposed to be in charge of decorations. After about an hour’s worth of looking, they finally found Massacre Boutique.

They shut their car doors and looked up at the towering wedding cake of a building. It was no wonder this chick was put in charge of decorations. Spiked looked at Blackfield, shrugged and walked in. Blackfield followed behind and they were both immediately greeted by what looked like a hurricane of banners, golden statues, table cloths, designs, and other decorative items. And in the center of it all, was a single woman working her magic, literally. It seemed as if she had very similar powers as Blackfield, and she seemed to be using them to levitate all the materials she needed around her.

Lying next to her was a large pile of banners, each with Killestia’s symbol pasted on the front.

“Wow…. Just….. Wow…….” Spike said in astonishment.

Blackfield smiled at him. “Yeah, these decorations are some of the best I’ve ever seen!”

Spike looked over at Blackfield with a confused look on his face.

“What? I wasn’t talking about the decorations. I’m talking about her!” With that Spike pointed to the Woman who was working on the decorations.

She was dressed in tight black jeans, with a dark purple bikini top as the only thing over her chest besides a diamond studded necklace that hung from her neck, she had curly purple hair, very pale skin, wore black combat boots, had leather black gloves with sleeves that reached all the way up to her shoulders and wore a purple cloak with the hood. But what Blackfield definitely noticed about her, what the stone slab with an emerald crested into it that seemed to be imbedded into her left eye. She was very neatly decorated. That’s when Blackfield finally realized Spike had just been love-struck. His eyes were practically heart-shaped when the woman turned to look at the two new customers who had just entered her shop. She gestured for them to come further into the large room and finished up her last banner.

Blackfield walked up to the woman and asked “You're Necra right?”

The woman nodded her head in response, not uttering a word.

“How many have you made so far?” Blackfield asked.

Necra responded by sliding a paper in her direction, and on the paper is had the number 300, still not saying a thing.

“My name’s Blackfield. I was sent here from Slaughterlot to check up on preparations.” Blackfield said, very confused as to why she wasnt saying anything.

That's when Necra turned to look at Blackfield in surprise and Blackfield finally understood why she wasn’t saying a thing: her mouth had been sewn up. Necra undid the laces that kept her mouth shut and gasped, acting as if she hadn’t breathed since the day started.

“So sorry about that. I usually tend to, well, mutilate myself sometimes. I’m just one of those ‘masochist’ people.” Necra giggled.

Blackfield was surprised to learn that she was the one who had sewn her own mouth shut.

“Y-You did this to yourself? I assumed it was an abusive boyfriend who got sick of your talking.” Blackfield stammered.

Necra giggled in response. “Oh please, I’m not even in a relationship!”

Spike’s mind exploded….. Twice. But before he could utter a word, Blackfield shot him a look that could put the sun out. Spike gulped and hung his head in defeated.

“Anyway…. From the looks of things I can see that everything is going perfectly.” Blackfield stated.

“Yes, but… What on earth happened to your arm?” Necra observed that cast that held Blackfield’s arm in place.

“Oh, this? I got into a little duel with Bad Apple. It’s nothing much.” Blackfield tried to shrug it off, even though she knew it still hurt quite a lot.

“Nothing much?! You’re lucky to be alive right now! You’re the first person I’ve met to survive a shooting match with Bad Apple!” Necra nearly shouted.

With that Necra took Blackfield into her room. She looked a bit confused, and Spike looked green with envy that Blackfield was getting to go into her room. Necra shut the door and took off Blackfield’s bandages, and found that Big Bad Mac had never bothered to cleanse the wound, causing it to become infected. She lightly touched it and sent a large shot of pain up through Blackfield’s body.

“Oh! I’m terribly sorry. That truly is quite the wound… Let me fix it up for you!” Necra insisted.

Blackfield seemed a bit nervous on what kinds of medical treatment this girl might have in mind.

“Uh, no thanks, I-I’ll be fine-“ Blackfield tried.

But before she could finish up, Necra levitated a syringe from one of her drawers and dropped it into her hand. Blackfield was then immediately concerned but tried her best to hide it.

Necra looked at her and smiled. “No need to be worried. It’ll heal the infection in no time at all!”

She then slowly pressed the needle into the wound, which caused Blackfield to shout out in pain. Spike heard the shriek and then ran upstairs to find the girl injecting something into his friend. Spike didn’t have time to think, and immediately ran over and grabbed Necra by the neck.

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST PUT IN HER!?” Spike shouted as loud as he could.

Necra gasped for breath while Spike constricted her windpipes, trying her best to pry his hands off of her. But Spike kept his grip, beautiful or not, nobody hurt Blackfield. Speaking of which, Spike realized that she was shouting at him and turned to look at her. He saw that her bullet wound from earlier looked good as new.

“Spike! That stuff she injected into me was medicine! She healed my wound you dumbass!” She shouted.

Spike immediately felt his heart drop into his stomach and let go of Necra.

“I-I’m sorry. I thought-“ Spike just stuttered an attempted apology.

But before he could actually manage a sentence, Spike felt some kind of invisible force throw him out the window of the boutique and pin him to the ground outside. Blackfield looked at Necra and saw that the previously green jewel imbedded into her eye was now glowing red, and blood was streaming from it like tears.

“Look, this is all just a misunderstanding-“ Blackfield tried.

Suddenly, Blackfield was levitated into the air and thrown from the current building and into another. Spike looked up to see Necra walking out of the hole in the side of her building on some kind of invisible flight of stairs. He tried to stand up, but whatever was keeping him down was pretty intense. Suddenly, he felt his bone beginning to bend in his arm, he groaned in pain until finally it snapped, then he started shouting. Blackfield heard him and got up to him being tortured to death by Necra. It was apparent that Necra was using psychological powers to her advantage.

Luckily, Blackfield knew a magic lockdown spell, but this also meant she wasn’t gonna be able to use any of her powers either. It’s a good thing she still has her swordsman skills to fall back on. She concentrated on the spell into her hand and threw it down like a frag grenade. It exploded and the next fifty square feet were surrounded be a warping purple and blue field…. Trippy. After a look of confusion, Necra realized her powers weren’t working. Blackfield jumped down and gave Necra the you-done-goofed look.

“Good job genius, now how do expect us to get out?!” Necra shouted

…….Crap.

After they got things worked out, they all tried to plan out a way to get things worked out, with mainly conceived of hitting it, throwing stuff at and, and slicing away with a sword.

“Welp, smooth move Blackfield” Spike spoke in a sarcastic voice, which she responded by pressing the button on the remote of his shock collar.

And about the time that they just slumped down against the barrier and sighed. it seemed like they were gonna have to wait for someone else to break them out of this prison. Necra apologized to Spike and Blackfield for her sudden attack. when she got threatened she had the tendancy to get a little.... Violent.

…. Then they heard a sound…. Its sounded like a…. motor trying to start. Then it was a revving….. a chainsaw? Suddenly, the blade of a chainsaw burst through the barrier, about an inch from Necra’s body, and worked it’s way around them, until finally the big chunk of barrier fell down and revealed their savior.

“We have GOT to stop meeting up like this~” The pink haired stalker proclaimed.

Devil Dash (The devil went down to Goresville)

Spike managed to spot the junkyard after about the 3rd hour looking for it just on top of a hill. when they drove up there, they saw a sign that said "junkyard" but they could just barley see it over the graffiti over it that read "fuck off!"

"Welcoming...." Spike rolled his eyes.

When they drove up the the automated gate that opened up the moment it read them, they could see the lights on in what looked like a small house at the top of the junk yard hill. when they drove up they could see rocket launchers lined up against the wall, several blood stains on the ground, bullet shells littered the ground and they could hear machinery being used inside. Blackfield was about to go over to the door when she saw that the person was looking for was lying on a skateboard underneath an ice-cream truck doing some construction from underneath. she walked over and knelt down to speak to the person underneath.

"I assume your Devil Dash?" she questioned.

The woman jumped a little, banging her head underneath and shouting out: "SON OF A BITCH!"

She then rolled out from under the Ice-cream truck and looked Blackfield in the eyes.

"And just who the hell are you!?" she shouted.

Blackfield wanted to shout back but decided not too, considering the fact that this girl was practically built like a tank. Spike looked around and from some of the Equipment inside he could tell that she did the same workouts as Oliver Queen from Arrow. The woman stood up and wiped her forehead with a cloth and wiped some of the grease and oil from her body.

"Yeah that's me... Wadya want? and you better have a good excuse for coming here....." Devil Dash growled.

Blackfield looked Devil Dash in the eye and Spike saw the electricity in their gazes... These two weren't about to get along.

"We're just here to make sure the preparations for the entertainment are ready..." Blackfield growled. "And yet all i see is some lesbo working on her ice-cream truck!

"yeah?" Devil Dash smart mouthed to her "well for one thing, yes i AM gay. you got a problem with that? go shove it up your ass. and two. i'm always ready to show the people of this town who's the best at riding around in a motorcycle. so now that you got your preparation check done, why don't you go fuck off sharpish....."

Spike tried to keep the peace between them. "H-hey guys..."

He tried putting his hand on their shoulders to calm them, but they just smacked his hands away the moment he touched them, still giving each other death glares.

He stuttered a bit. "I-i dont get along with other people well either. but whats say we just get outa here as soon as we can alright?"

But Devil Dash's focus wasnt on Spike. or Blackfield anymore. Her eyes had wandered over to outside the garage were she saw several pick-up trucks driving into her junkyard.

"oh shit......" She grumbled.

Blackfield got a little concerned at this remark. "w-what?"

Devil Dash ignored her and proceeded to bark some instructions at them. "You guys need to get outa here. i've just learned that i'm having company over, and NOT the nice kind.

Saying that, Devil Dash grabbed the garage door and slammed it shut and throw on a heavy leather jacket, holstered two sawed-off shotguns at her waist, and put a Panzerschreck rocket launcher on her back, held on by a strap of leather and ducked under a window.

"What? What the hell's going on!?" Spike whispered

Before he could respond, several shots from a group off assault rifles blasted through the windows of the house and a large group breaking it's way through the garage door. covered in glass, Devil Dash took a peak through the window to see who it was. when she came down, she started swearing like a drunken sailor. that was when they heard Crimson Fury speak through a megaphone.

"YO DD! I SURE AS SHIT HOPE YOU HAVE THE MONEY TO PAY US OFF OR YOUR ABOUT TO BE ONE SORRY PIECE OF ASS!" They heard her shouting into the megaphone.

"I'LL HAVE YOUR DAMN MONEY SOON I JUST NEED ANOTHER DAY! I SWEAR I'LL HAVE IT THEN!" Devil Dash shouted back.

"OH DD... THATS EXACTLY WHAT YOU SAID LAST WEEK! NOT YOU'VE GOT TWO OPTIONS RIGHT NOW. EITHER PAY US THE MONEY YOU OWE US, OR WE'RE GONNA FILL YOU WITH SO MANY HOLES YOU'LL BELONG IN CHURCH!" Crimson Fury threatened.

Devil Dash responded by pulling out one of her sawed-off shotguns and blasting one of the men in the orange hoodies aiming at her house right in the chest, leaving him dead.

Crimson Fury scowled and shouted at Devil Dash. "YOUR CHOICE BITCH!"

She then threw the megaphone into the back seat of one of the trucks, got in and started it up.

"Shoot her down! All of you!" Crimson Fury then drove off to let the hooded men work.

With that command, the men in the orange hoodies began to fire into the garage relentlessly, not even giving the trio any time to breathe between shots.

"What the hell are we gonna do?!" Spike shouted.

"What do you think you little puss?! We're gonna fight 'em off!" Devil dash shouted and continued to fight shot after shot of her sawed-off shotguns and fire some rockets at them.

Spike decided that he and Blackfield were clearly gonna need to help with the situation of they were gonna get out alive. Spike grabbed a couple barrels of gasoline and chucked them at the truck and hooded men which Blackfield ignited with two fireballs. this little war went on for about 6 hours before the men in the orange hoods decided to draw their men back before they lost everyone. Spike and Devil Dash both shouted in victory and celebrated with a couple beers. Blackfield cleaned the blood off of her sword and sheathed it. there looked to be around 2,000 dead bodies piled around the garage.

It was obvious that the Tramp Stamp Terrorists had their own little army to work with. She went inside to see Devil Dash using what was obvious that she needed money to pay off for: Drugs. Devil Dash took a giant snort of what look like meth, and the buzz sent a shcok down her body which she reacted by slamming her find down on an end table and breaking it. So after Blackfield shared a few drinks with the other two, made up with Devil Dash, witness Spike receive an ass-whooping after challenging Devil dash to a boxing match, and getting directions to Furyshy's home, they drove off to find the last preparation for the Great War ceremony, and finally get a day off to relax.

Through the fire and flames

Blackfield and Spike Came across an extremely large steel wall that surrounded a large part of the Red Rum Forest. It kind of resembled the outer wall from Attack On Titan, only made of steel instead of stone. When Blackfield opened the door, she was greeting by a huge burst of dry heat probably coming from a flame. Spike managed to grab Blackfield and pulls her away from the door before she was able to get singed by the flames. Luckily, all that she came out with was a little burn on her right cheek.

"You OK?" Spike asked her.

"Yeah, i'm fine. what the hell was that?" Blackfield asked peering into the door.

When she peered in she saw the entire chunk of forest set ablaze. there were branches falling from trees after burning for too long, the grass was entirely on fire, and it seemed endless as well.

"It doesn't look like there's any end to it" Spike figured...

Blackfield pondered as to how exactly she was going to be able to get into this place. It was completely engulfed in flames from top to bottom, and Blackfield wasn't armored enough to walk through it.

"Hey Blackfield!" Spike shouted, surprising Blackfield who was lost in her train of thought.

Spike was standing by a large wooden crates with big red letters and said "Fire-proof suits" on the top of it. He opened the crate to reveal about 30 or so different sized suits that composed of a large one-piece-covers-all red leather outfit, and a gas mask. Blackfield looked questioningly at the suits in the box wondering of they were really fire-proof, or if they were just made to tightly fit any girl who put them on for an alternative reason..... Either way, spike tossed her one he was pretty sure was her size and she stepped behind a tree to change.

When Blackfield stepped out, she look a lot like a female version of The Pyro. Spike chuckled a little at the sight. Blackfield responded by giving him the full-finger-flip-off and putting on the gas mask. they left Blackfield's clothes in the box where she got the suit and stepped through the door.

Furyshy

Even with the fire-proof suit on, Blackfield could still feel the immense heat of the flames all around her, but at least it wouldn't melt her skin off..... yet. She also had to worry about the falling branches of the heat possibly crashing down on her, but Spike could probably shield her from a few of those. After about a half hour of walking, they came across a shack that seemed to be completely unaffected by the fire and flames all around it. Blackfield was about to walk up the the mystery shack when Spike grabbed her and pulled her back hard.

Before Blackfield could chew his ass out for putting his hands on her, she saw that he was pulling her out of the way of a huge burst of fire coming from her right. Too big to be from the gust of a falling branch. Blackfield looked to her right and came face-to-face with a woman of fairly average height, a pair of large welding goggles, a black rebreather, a fire-proof red leather bikini top, a pair of red leather fire-proof pants that were baggy enough to see her underwear, half of her light-light pink hair was shaved of, specifically the right side of her head, and she had a flamethrower about the size of Spike, equipped with it's own propane tank, a container for the tar it prayed to make sure the fire stuck to what it touched, and even a revolving barrel that allowed the fire to change colors.

The woman looked to Blackfield, aimed her flamethrower, and 'fired' her flamethrower. Blackfield quickly dodged out of the way of the fire and drew her sword. at the moment of the woman's first opening, Blackfield quickly dashed her way toward her, sword in hand, ready to strike. But the moment Blackfield swung her sword and weas about to strike, the mystery woman drew a fire ax and coordinated the blade well enough to hit Blackfield's sword right out of her hand. Blackfield panicked, looking at where the sword had landed. The woman took this oppertunity to raise her ax and bring it down on Blackfield. Luckily, Blackfield was able to teleport out of the way just as the ax implanted itself into the ground, where she grabbed her sword and jumped in the direction of the pyromaniac, who whipped out a flare gun and shot it into Blackfield's line of sight.

The shot blinded Blackfield long enough for the woman to get her ax out of the ground and take another swing. Spike, who finally managed to catch up with the two, skidded his way into the path of the oncoming ax, and his hard dragon scales were tough enough to not take any damage from the fire ax.

"Thats enough! Stop! We were sent from Slaughterlot to check on the preparations for the Great War Ceremony!" Spike shouted at her. "Cease your attack!"

At the mention of the great war ceremony, the pyromaniac lowered her ax to the ground and holstered her flare gun, that had another waiting round in the barrel.

"Oh.... My..... I-I didnt know that-" She stuttered, but then took a deep breath and spoke clearly. "My name is Furyshy. Please, follow me. My house isnt far from here and it's flame proof."

Blackfield looked to Spike who nodded, sheathed her sword, and followed Furyshy to her home. When they walked in, Blackfield took off her mask and set it down, finally able to get a clear look at things instead of having to see things through two lenses. It wasnt very easy.....

"You two must be starving. Please take a seat while i finish up dinner. Your just in time actually. I was just finishing up my potato soup." Furyshy spoke in a soft voice that comforted Spike and Blackfield.

Blackfield unzipped her suit a little, enough to cool off from the heat, and for Spike to see enough cleavage to get a hard-on. Spike and Blackfield sometimes had sex with eachother every now and then, though it didnt mean anything. They didnt even consider each other as friends with benefits, just partners who would sleep with each other now and then.

Blackfield could smell the delicous potato soup from the kitchen where Furyshy was working her magic. She looked around and noticed all the taxadermined animals that lay about the room. She saw several birds, a bear, some tigers, some dogs and cats, and one little bunny that sat on the coffee table of the room with a little plack that read "Angel". When the soup was done, Furyshy brought out 3 bowls of soup for them all to enjoy. Spike wolfed it all down, being hungry as a dragon, while Blackfield glared and politely ate her soup. It was one of the best meals she had ever had.

"I apoligize for my actions earlier..." Furyshy spoke softly. "I sometimes have this reflex where when i see something roaming around in my wall, i just lash out and attack it!"

Blackfield looked at Furyshy in surprise. "You mean YOU built this wall?!"

Furyshy giggled and nodded "All on my own~"

Blackfield couldn't believe it. A wall that size should have taken a lifetime with 50 people working on it, to find that this little woman single handedly built a titan sized wall was unbelievable!

"So, you said you came to check on the preparations?" Furyshy asked quietly.

"Hm? Oh!" Blackfield was for some reason lost in thought between the wall and the soup. "Oh yeah. We're here to make sure that the security for the Great war ceremony is going ok."

"Oh. Well the security is doing great. I'm personally training the security teams to fight adn keep the peace between the poeple in the ceremony." Furyshy stated confidently.

Spike chuckled. "Well if your training them to fight like you, then i dont think we have a single problem here! With the type of moves you had back there, i'm sure anything they throw at us will come right back at them full blast!"

After a while, Blackfield, Spike, and Furyshy chatted for w hile, they thanked her for the meal, and left. Blackfield changed back into her clothes after they stepped outside the wall, and walked off to get to their air conditioned apartment.

Hail to the queen

Blackfield sat in bed, taking a very well deserved nap after dealing with drug dealers, pyromaniacs, triggerhappy cowgirls, pyschic masochists, and pink haired psychopaths with a crazy blood fetish, and dreamt of the girl again. The mysterious Twilight Sparkle stood just feet from her, both with sword in hand. This time however, Blackfield saw things from a different perspective. she saw everything from a third-person few of the area, and saw what seemed like an endless desert, was actually a large chunk of what was left of her earth, where she saw two large, red, glowing eyes watching her and Twilight fight eachother from the eternal darkness that was the universe. Blackfield awoke when the phone next to her bed rang. She groaned as she stretched out, picked up the phone and pressed "answer".

"myeah....?" She mumbled into the phone.

"Now is that any way to speak to your queen Blackfield~?" Killestia spoke in through the other side.

Blackfield shrieked and dropped the phone in alarm that the person on the other side was Killestia. She quickly realized her actions, picked the phone off of the ground and cleared her throat.

"Y-yes mam?" She spoke into the phone.

"Yes that is how you speak to your queen?" Killestia teased.

Blackfield, clearly not getting the joke, gasped and stuttered into the phone, but never truly saying anything.

"Oh relax i'm just fucking with you~" Killestia laughed into the phone much to Blackfield's relief. "So, how are those preparations going over in Goresville?"

"They're going great. Everything is in order and The Great War Ceremony is ready to take place!" Blackfield said into the phone eagerly.

"Thats good to hear. guess they havent changed since the first time around" Killestia said casually.

Blackfield looked a bit confused. "The first time....?"

"Yeah." Killestia said. "you were the second check on them. I already sent someone for the firdt checkup and they were already good. Thanks though. Bye~" And with that She hung up.

Blackfield, stunned in frustration, let her phone drop to the floor, while she considered some very violent thoughts in her head, till finally she sighed and stood up for the day. "Hail to the queen......"

Lord of the Castle

5 hours until Killestia was to make an appearance at the great war ceremony... Blackfield wade sure to grab a drink before the whole thing went down, with that story still in her mind. Could Crescenta Truly return from the depths in which Killestia trapped her? No. It was impossible! No force has ever been able to break free from-

She heard a thump...... It was loud, and it rang throughout the whole town, though no-one seemed to noticed. everybody was too busy having a good time. But Blackfield heard it... she heard it loud and clear, and knew what it was....

Crescenta was breaking out.....

Blackfield quickly grabbed her drink, slammed it down like a shot, and ran out the door. She had to warn Killestia before it was too late, but there was a problem: she didn't know this town. She didn't know it's twists and turns, it's dead ends and shortcuts, but she knew who would. She groaned at the thought of her help, but this was more important for her pride..... And sanity...

Blackfield asked around for directions till finally she found her destination: The Curb Stomp. Inside, Blackfield immediately spotted Pinkamena waiting tables inside the Bar/Grill/Slaughterhouse. With speed like Hermes, Blackfield dashed into the joint and called out for Pinkamena.

"Pinkamena!" She shouted for her, who responded with by looking at her and raising an eyebrow.

"What do you need? I'm kinda busy at the moment!" She shouted back over all the noise.

Blackfield didn't have time to explain. She teleported over to Pinkamena's location. But before Pinkamena could finish her "How did you-" sentence, Blackfield was already explaining herself.

"Look you've got to listen to me, do you remember the story about Crescenta and Killestia?" Blackfield said.

"Yyyyeah.....?" Pinkamena raised an eyebrow.

Blackfield sensed her judgement and started talking before she could act. "Well if you follow the story right, then today marks Crescenta's return! I need your help to find my way through this city so i can get to Town Hall and warn Killestia! I know what your thinking; 'this woman is crazy if she believes in that stupid story' but you have to believe me!"

The two looked at each other for a long while, until Pinkamena smiled and spoke up. "Why didn't you just say you needed a ride!"

Pinkamena convinced one of the other waitresses to take her place and took Blackfield outside. She took out her chainsaw and told Blackfield to hang on to her tightly. Before Blackfield could ask her why she was using her chainsaw, Pinkamena flipped a switch on her chainsaw where the words "TRAVEL MODE" appeared, stuck her chainsaw into the ground, started it up and they went off. The chainsaw travel allowed them to scale buildings, turn corners surprisingly fast, and they were at their destination in no time, where devil dash was showing off her motorcycle skills by riding around, firing at targets, landing perfectly, racing others and doing all different types of tricks on it. They ran into the Building and saw the crowds of people all passing drinks and dancing with one-another, but there was no sight of Killestia.

Blackfield heard the thump sound again. This time it was louder. She was closer to the source. She looked around for any signs of Crescenta's return, but the town just looked ordinary. Pinkamena disappeared off somewhere in the building to who-knows-where. Blackfield spotted a door that led to the back room, she had to get there before it was too late..... But it already was.... She saw all the curtains close before her eyes and the room became shrouded in darkness, she watched the stage that Killestia was supposed to appear from, but when the curtain parted, the people were not met with Killestia.

As the people in the room gasped at what appeared before them, Blackfield could only stand there and look in awe at the being that was Crescenta. She was clad In dark blue and black heavy armor that covered her from head to toe, and a helmet that exposed only her eeys and mouth, the rest was armored. Blackfield and the others noticed the dark shadowy figure that loomed behind her with it's arms crossed and beady purple eyes that looked at anything Crescenta did.

Crimson Fury stepped out of the crowd. "Hey! Who the hell do you think you are!? This aint no costume party lady!"

Crescenta scowled at the ignorant little brat that bad mouthed to her and responded in a loud tone. "Fools! i am the true lord of the castle which you all bow too! My sister has attempted to concele my within the dark depths of the moon. I am the very being you all fear in bed at night. I am the eyes that watch you in the dark ally way. I am-"

"A rapist...?" Pinakmena interrupted. Everybody laughed at this remark, even though she was being completley serious.

"NO!" Crescenta shouted. "I AM CRESCENTA! GODESS OF THE MOON, REBEL LEADER OF THE DARK ARMY, AND ETERNAL SISTER OF A TYRANT!"

"I know who you are!" Blackfield shouted. "I have read about you in my books and i saw your return coming. And luckily...."

Blackfield unsheathed her sword. "I came prepared...."

Crescenta smirked at this little peasent who dared to defy her, but before Blackfield could do anything, Crimson fury gave the order to her just-arriving reaper gang members to fire. Crescenta saw this attack coming, and the dark shadow figure behind her appears in front of her, used it's entire body to block the bullets from coming in contact with Crescenta, while she conjured up a row of sword that floated in mid-air and impaled all of the shooters. Crescenta's power was clearly visible, and Blackfield wasnt going to be able to defeat her in her own, but she had to try.

Blackfield quickly dashed to attack the moon godess, but with all the panick of all the people running out of the building and the bullets that stopped flying, Blackfiueld never saw the figure coming. Just when Blackfield got close enough to take a swing at Crescenta, the figure appeared in front of her, and with it's two ginormous hand, grabbed Blackfield's entire body, save for her her shoulders, head, and two feet, and started to squeeze the life out of her. Pinkamena could hear the sound of Blackfield's leather being squeezed by the creature's hands, and had to act fast. Blackfield began to gorw dizzey, she could feel the life of her being curshed by the figures impressive strength, as she couldnt take in and breath. But just as she thought she had release her final breath, something happened.

All she heard was a window crashing, the sound of a motorcycle, and she dropped to the ground, her entire body aching so badly she couldn't stand. she looked up to see that Devil Dash had managed to drive in through a window and had hit Crescent hard enough to knock her into a pillar, breaking it down. The dark figure immediatly rushed to her aid and picked up her limp body. she was alive but hurt badly. being trapped on the moon, she hadnt had much time to rebuild her strength. Devil Dash attempted another hit with the motorcycle, but the dark figure clothslined her off of with with a hard punch to the torso, which sent her flying, and retreated into the Red Rum forest.

Face it

Blackfield lay in her bed with Spike at her side, whilst Devil Dash sat in a chair with an ice-pack on her forhead, Pinkamena wrapping some bandages around her torso where she had gotten into a scuffle trying to stop that dark figure from escaping, and Furyshy, Necra, and Bad Apple there just because.

"So let me get this straight." Devil Dash said with a groan. "You honestly expect us to believe that a moon godess who has been trapped in the moon for a thousand years has just come back to take vengance against her sister, shroud the day with night, and pretty much let hell freeze over?"

Blackfield Looked at Devil Dash "You got a better explaination?"

"Yeah," Devil Dash stood up, trying to act like she was fine, but immediatly sat back down, deciding it wasnt worth it. "We got ourselves a crazy woman with powers. That whole Story about Crescenta is just complete bullshit."

"I think Blackfield Might be on tah somethin'." Bad Apple spoke up for Blackfield. "I heard about Crescenta and allways thought it was possible. Now considerin' the fact that we all just a big heaping can of whoop ass by her, i'd dayum well say that's pretty godess-like."

"So then what's the plan? Are we gonna go after her or something? It's either that or let the Grand Army of the Rising Sun take care of things." Furyshy suggested.

"Oh now that's just boring sweetie." Necra mocked the pyromaniac. "Wheres the fun in just waiting around and letting the National Gaurd take care of things? And honestly where's your sense of adventure!?"

Furyshy gave her a stern look. "Sorry, i must have left it in my underwear drawer...."

Pinkamena now stood up and it was her turn to talk. "Look guys. When i was just a little girl my family was always attacked by mafia bosses, phantoms, sorcerers, and Black nights who thought they were tough shit. Well whenever i started to panic about these thing, do you know what my grandma always used to say whenever i got scared? She said 'Pinkamena, face it, your not going to be able to become a pirate during this day and age, theres too many damned ninjas around!"

Everybody just stared at her for a while.....

"What......? Spike just decided to come out and say.

Pinkamena shook her head. "Look, the point is that when you're faced with all these different types of threat that just might be the end of you, you need to stand up and face it! If you just hide back in the shadows while whatever it is kills your family, eats the family dog, and sets your house on fire in the shapes of symbols, well then you dont deserve to be a ninja!

Again, everybody just looked at her....

"Ok she STARTS to make sense at first but then i'm pretty sure she just has a small stroke and goes back to talking about pirates and ninjas and stuff. Like, she started off with ABCD, but then goes starts to 6267 kittens, puppies, ninjas and other stuff, but i get what she's trying to say." Furyshy spoke up. "We cant just sit here while Crescenta just runs loose in the streets reaping havok, we need to do something about it! We need to face it!"

Everybody shouted in agreement.

"If we just sit here and lets the pirates- oh god now she's got me doing it too...." Furyshy groaned.

Fetch Me Their Souls!!!

The group of people stood outside of the border of the Red Rum Forest, where Pinkamena had just found a page with the words "NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO" scribbled on it. She ignored the paprer, crumbled it up, and threw it behind her.

"Is everybody ready?" Blackfield checked on the group.

They all nodded their heads and declared themselves ready to face their enemy. Blackfield took the first step in to lead the group, and they went in, marching their way into the Red Rum Forest. The sound of their footsteps through the forest echoed out, through the darkness, while Pinkamena simply hummed a little song in her head. After roughly a couple hours of walking, the group decided to take a small break. They set up a small camping area, where Necra gathered some firewood, Furyshy started the fire, Devil Dash and Bad apple gathered some food to eat, Pinkamena sawed down some trees to make logs to sit on, and Spike stood as a lookout. They would all take shifts.

While the group sat down to eat, Blackfield re-told the story of Killesta and Crescenta. Spike as usual fell asleep whilst on lookout, but this time, it would cost him. A large group of hungry hellhounds had made their way to the campsite. The hungry wolves quietly made their way closer to the group, until one of them finally pounced on Pinkamena, grabbing her by the neck with it's teeth. She screamed loudly while the rest of the hellhounds started biting and pulls at the rest of her body. Devil Dash quickly pulled out her sawed off shotgun, but Blackfield stopped her the risk of hitting Pinkamena. Pinkamena screamed at the hounds tore her body apart from the inside out. Blackfield looked Pinkamena in the eyes, and was responded to with a "Run you fools....", There was nothing the group could do but run, Pinkamena wouldn't make it.....

As they ran, the hellhounds, finished with their previous meal started to chase after the group. Devil Dash, now able to shoot without any risk of hitting a friend, shot at the hounds along with Bad Apple. Necra used her Telekinesis to pick up the hellhounds, tear them apart, or lob large boulders at them. Spike, with his dragon scales being hard enough to block a bite from a hellhound, tore them apart with his bare hands, pounded their skulls in, and crushed them under his feet. since Furyshy couldn't use fire against them, her last option was to use her axe to swing at the hounds' heads like baseball on a field. she even made the remark of "Home Run!" after a few swings. Bad Apple and Devil Dash stood Back-to-Back firing at the hundred of hellhounds that came their way, the bodies piling up.

Everyone was awed by Blackfield's skills with her swords and elemental powers. She swung her sword at the hounds, coming at her left, right, up, down, forwards, backwards, and every other direction you could think on. they hounds never got a chance to even get close to her. when they stopped coming her way, she formed a small blue ball that was about the size of a golf ball in her hand. She then threw the ball to the ground and caused a titanic wave of ice to make it's way around her allies, but impale every hellhound in the general area. Blackfield took a breath thinking they got them all, but still mourning over the loss of Pinkamena. The rest of the group re-gathered their supplies and trudged on to the old castle in the forest, the only place Crescenta would be able to go.

Good Thing I'm Indestructible!

By the time the group could see the castle ahead of them, there was probably another mile to go before they got there. But hungry, tired, and thirsty, the group decided to take a 5 minute break. They sat down while Necra rubbed her aching legs, much to Spike's liking. Devil Dash took a drink from her canteen and passed it along for everyone else to get a drink, but there was still the situation of food. Bad Apple volunteered to go out and hunt for some food, while Furyshy started a fire. Bad Apple searched and scouted around for any signs of maybe a deer, bear, or even some bird's nests. What she ended up finding was a surprise.

"How long is she gonna be gone...?" Necra whined.

"Bitch... She's been gone for about 5 minutes!" Devil Dash snapped. "She's not just gonna come flying in with some food!"

Bad apple flew out of the forest, and crashed into a nearby tree, her side having been cut by a large blade. Blackfield drew her sword while Furyshy went to see if Bad Apple was OK. Out from where Bad Apple came from, and out stepped a rouge reaper. it was roughly 10 feet tall, with glowing purple eyes, a large cloak that covered everything except it's feet, and a large bone covered scythe with a blade as big as Spike. The reaper stomped toward Blackfield and swung it's scythe at her with a great force, the swing was slow enough for Blackfield to teleport a short distance, but enough to dodge out of the way. She jumped high enough to give a decent few slashes against the reaper, but not enough to do any significant damage.

Furyshy had already equipped her flamethrower and was tossing flames relentlessly at the reaper. It seemed to work for a while, but Devil Dash told her to see if she could heat up a large piece of iron and use it to close up Bad Apple's wound. Devil Dash used her panzerschreck Rocket launcher against it which did massive amounts of damage against it, but after the first hit, the reaper quickly eliminated the biggest threat by charging at her and sweeping with the scythe in it's hand to knock Devil Dash and her rocket launcher back.

Necra threw at many things as she could at it, but every time she threw something, the would just slice it in half with it's scythe. It quickly charged at her, until Spike jumped in it's path, caught it's blade, picked up the reaper and tossed it away, temporarily giving them group time to recover, but he knew it would be back. The group decided to focus in Bad Apple who was about to have her wound closed. Furyshy heated the blade of her ax to a high degree, enough to burn a wound closed. Bad Apple saw what she was about to receive and looked at the others in fear. She knew she had to endure it, to spike volunteered to let Bad Apple squeeze his hand when it started, and Devil Dash took her other.

After she heated it up, Furyshy quickly took the blade of her ax and pressed it hard against the wounds. Bad Apple screamed at the pain of the heated that melted her skin closed to heal the wound against her chest. but there was a problem: the wounds was much bigger than the blade of Furyshy's ax, so it was going to take multiple presses against her body to fully close it. The second press, Bad Apple began to cry. The pain was worse then when her eye was being worked on by her brother. The third press, she begged them to stop. she begged for another way to close her wound, but there was none so she would have to endure it. The fourth press, she started to fight against it. she struggled to get out of their grasp but with Devil Dash's daily workout routine, and Spike just naturally being strong, there was nowhere to go. The fifth and final press, Bad Apple was begging for death. She begged for the rest of the group to just kill her instead, but they knew she would eventually recover.

Blackfield went to take w walk and think about what she was doing. All of these people were suffering because she was making them go to fight against a goddess that she didn't even know if she would be able to beat. If she did, what would be the price she would have to pay...? There was already one dead, and another was in the worst pain of her life, who knew what would happen to the others? Lost in thought, Blackfield failed to notice the rouge reaper that had made it's way up to Blackfield. It by the time she noticed it, the creature was already swinging it's blade in her direction. Blackfield tried to pull her blade out before it made contact, but even she wasn't fast enough for this situation. The blade made t's way for Blackfield's head and she closed her eyes, ready for the impact of the blade. She was met with flying sparks of a chainsaw against a scythe blade....

She opened her eyes to see her previously deceased friend Pinkamena making sure that the scythe blade wouldn't bring Blackfield any harm.

"P-Pinkamena?! What the hell are you doing here!? You were just torn to shreds by a pack of hellhounds the last time i saw you!" Blackfield shouted in surprise.

Pinkamena looked back at Blackfield and winked at her, "Yep, It's a good thing i'm indestructible!"

And with that Pinkamena pushed the blade back enough for her to duck under it's second swing and use her chainsaw to saw the blade of the scythe right off of the handle, leaving the reaper with just a big stick. After that, she made a sweeping motion and cut off the reaper's feet. Before it even knew what was going on, Pinkamena nodded at Blackfield, who nodded back, drew her sword and made a good clean cut through the reaper. It froze in place, then the cut took effect, and it's upper part of it's body slid off of the bottom half, where it faded into dust.

Pinkamena giggled, "You guys weren't too worried about me were you?"

Blackfield let her know just how pissed she was about Pinkamena making her think that she was dead by hitting her over the side of the head with the hilt of her sword.

"OOOOWWWWWW!" Pinkamena whined. "What was that for!?"

Graceful Awakening

After the rest of the group got done expressing their anger at Pinkamena's "death", the finally managed to arrive at the castle. The door was extremely heavy and took Spike and Bad Apple to open it. When they walked in, the group was met with Crescenta lying on a table, and the dark figure flowing some dark aura into her body. The group stepped in and closed the door, and alerted the figure. At that moment, Crescenta awoke and looked at the group that now stood in front of her, waiting to fight. Stood stood up, looked at the entire group and spoke.

"Tell me, all of you. What reasons do you all have for wanting to defeat me? I only wish to break this world free from it's grasp from Killestia. Her rule is a cruel one and it has ruined a once beautiful land. Why do you wish to stop me?" She asked with with sincerity.

"That's easy" Spoke Blackfield. "Because your idea of freeing these people is creating a revolution, starting another war. and with revolution, comes the prices of life, and the happiness of the people. We have come accustomed to these ways, and it has made us all stronger. You wish to show these people how to become weak, and not only that, you'll wipe another another half of the population, basically causing an apocalypse!"

Crescenta chuckled at Blackfield. "You think i am going to teach these people how to be weak...? Only the weak and teach how to be weak. Let me show you the power these people will gain when I rule over this land!"

And with that Crescenta began to levitate as two large, heavy swords appeared in her hands, and the dark figure floated behind her ready to fight. Blackfield drew her sword and made a quick dash for Crescenta, while Bad Apple and Devil Dash took positions on top of two different stair cases where they would provide long-range attacks. Blackfield immediately made contact with Crescenta's sword which were crossed over to protect her. Blackfield tried another slash with her sword, but the dark figure, at the speed of light, appeared in her way and gave her a hard right hook to the torso, sending her flying back into the stone wall.

Spike was starting to get irritated at that damned shadow. He grabbed one of the stone pillars that were used to hold a no-longer-existing roof and took a hard swing with it. The shadow caught the pillar, and Crescenta proceeded to throw one of her swords through to middle of the pillar, headed straight for Spike. Necra managed to stop the sword with her telepathy and lob it right back. Crescenta merely leaned her head to the side and the sword missed, much to the embarrassment of Necra, and grabbed it from the wall which it landed in.

Pinkamena made an endless barrage of attacks against Crescenta, mindlessly swinging her chainsaw in an endless hacking and slashing motion, not once giving her a chance to breath, but spending all of her energy trying to block the quick and surprisingly strong attack that she had to block at every direction. This distraction gave Bad Apple and Devil Dash the perfect opportunity to let loose their storm of bullets upon Crescenta, Which the shadow used it's own body to block every bullet that came their way. With all of these attack keeping Crescenta at bay, Blackfield could conjure up the most powerful attack she currently knew... The Black Trinity.

She summoned a dark aura to her sword, which turned the color from silver to a blackish color with a few waves of purple that crept along it. The set her target into sight and saw that there was no true opening for her to unleash her attack.

"Necra!" Blackfield shouted. "I need you to send a message to the others into their minds!"

Necra agreed to do so and gave them the instructions for the plan. Pinkamena fake one lash hard slash which was probably capable up cutting right through the very swords she was using. Devil Dash and Bad Apple pretended to run out of ammo, so that the shadow took this as an opportunity to grab Pinkamena's arms and hold them back, rendering her useless, while Crescenta Prepared for one last slash to finish her off. But just as she reared her arms back for a full effect of a swing, Spike grabbed her and held them in place and shouted "NOW!"

Blackfield locked her eyes on Crescenta and made her move, all she needed was to land the first hit and there was no escaping the rest of the attack. She managed to teleport her way around the figure who had dropped Pinkamena realizing she was a  distraction. It tried to block her path, put was ported around and the first slash connected. It was a hard one that broke through Crescenta's armor and gave her a wound that would not heal any time soon. Before she could feel the force of the sword passing through her, Blackfield reared back and gave another slash, ported to a location, and gave another slash upward, knocking her into the air where Blackfield released her very own Ars Arcanum, afterwards giving another three slashes with so much power, the ripped a hole in the very fabric of space, in which Blackfield knocked Crescenta though, still not having yet had time to attempt to react to the attack.

In the tear in the dimension where the two were, Blackfield ported all around her, passing by while giving a hard slash of her sword every time. And once she saw that Crescenta was at her weakest point in the fight, she finished off the attack by gathering a large amount of heat in the palm of her hand, and released it as a great gust of fire to push her back through the tear of the area and fallowed her through, repairing it as she came through.

The group formed a circle around the defeated Crescenta, not knowing wether to feel pity for the broken woman that lay, crying in defeat before them, or to finish her off so as to make sure she didn't cause any more trouble ever again. Blackfield kneeled down to turn Crescenta over and observed the wounds that scattered her entire body. They have just defeated a goddess.... Then they heard footsteps behind them. Blackfield drew her sword and looked to see who had just walked in and her heart dropped at the sight. Her lord and master, Killestia, walked in to observe the aftermath of what just occured in the room. She kneeled down next to Crescenta to take a look at her defeated sister lying in pain on the ground.

She chuckled. "You're still as stupid as ever aren't you sister~?"

Crescenta tried her best to sit up, but her body didn't have the energy nor the blood amount to lift a finger. The shadow also lay next to her, what with it being connected to her life.

"What do we do about her your majesty? Should we finish her off?" Blackfield suggested to her.

"No..." Killestia responded. "I have a better plan."

And with that Killestia pulled a cloth from the rim of her shirt and wrapped it around Crescenta's eyes, causing the armor covering her body to fade into normal royalty clothes, the Shadow that hung from her back dissapeared, and her size decreased into that of a young girl in her 20's. Killestia picked up her sister and handed her to Spike.

"When we get back to Slaughterlot, i want you to take her to her room to rest, she and i have a lot to talk about." Killestia ordered.

Blackfield couldn't beleive it, but she actually felt sad about leaving the others behind. "W-we're going back....? Can't we at least just get our things first? Say goodbye to everyone.......?"

Killestia raised an eyebrow and gave a sly smile "Blackfield. Do you want to STAY here~?"

Blackfield blushed at the remark. "O-of course not! If anything, i dont wanna die in a city like this!"

Killestia knew what Blackfield was thinking and gave her a wink. "Well, what with me being the cruel bitch that i am, i'm not just gonna make this town your new home, but i'm gonna make you and these friend's of yours my newest elite team that can and WILL deal with any threat that may come to South Equestria, and pretty much anything else i tell you to do. And i declare that this new team will from here on out be known as The Seven Deadly Sinners!"

Blackfield pretended a sigh if dissapointent, but she wasn't fooling anybody, it was a sigh of relief.

I Fought The Law

Blackfield watched the train headed in her direction, standing right above the point where the train would exit the tunnel. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialed Devil Dash's number, waiting for her to pick up.

"You ready for this?" Devil Dash said into the phone after she had picked up.

"As ready as i'll ever be." Blackfield responded.

Blackfield had never robbed a train before, but from the way Devil Dash had planned this out, she had definitely done this before. The plan was that Blackfield would jump on top of the train as soon as it passed under her onto the passenger car that Bad Apple was sitting in, pretending to be asleep and blend in. once she heard Blackfield land on the car she was on, she would take care of the 4 guards in that current car. Once the shots range out, Blackfield would run to the head of the train, kill the driver, and stop the train. Once it's stopped, Pinkamena would go up, chainsaw the cargo open, and she and Furyshy would take the money inside, and Spike and Necra would break into the Armory cart and take all of the weaponry inside, where later on Devil Dash would give out each person's pick of the weapons and sell the rest to some arm's dealers.

As the train entered the tunnel, Blackfield kept her eyes locked on where the cart would be and jumped. the landing didn't hurt much at all and Stood, locking her eyes on the front of the train. Bad Apple heard Blackfield land on the roof, pulled the hat from on top of her face, put it on her head, pulled out her six shot revolvers and rang her shots out, taking out the surrounding guards. Once they were eliminated, Bad apple moved on to take out the rest of the guards that were meant to respond. Blackfield ran up, jumped across several carts, and had her eyes locked on the front cart.

Then everything went wrong.

Blackfield was about to hop down to take out the driver, when she saw that she had a sword with her. Blackfield tried to draw hers, but she driver apparently anticipated that Blackfield was going to be there, and slashed with her sword before Blackfield could draw hers. She was still able to block it, but she impact knocked her back onto the roof of the cart behind her. She quickly recovered and saw the driver step up onto the top of the cart, and take off her current outfit, revealing a G.V.P.D outfit.

Blackfield sneered at this girl's interruption. "Who the hell are you?"

The woman stepped forward and drew her sword. "My name is Veronica Trixton... And i am the law!"

Blackfield was surprised by this girl, since she hadn't seen a police officer since she had moved into Goresville. Blackfield drew her own sword which was about twice the size of Veronica's sword.

The police woman didn't seem to mind that she was outmatched. "You are guilty of the robbery of this train, risking the lives of innocent people, and consulting willingly to the murderer Pinkamena Diane Pie, The weapons dealer Devil Dash, the smuggler Bad Apple, the serial arsonist Furyshy, and the illegal use of a weapon."

"And you should be arrested for wasting my time with that long ass speech of yours." Blackfield scoffed at the woman.

Then Veronica took a step forward, ready to use her sword for it's intended purpose. "I never said i was going to arrest you. Because we all know that's not going to do anything!"

Veronica dashed in Blackfield's direction, her sword out of it's sheath, and swung at her. Blackfield was easily able to dodge that and the rest of the oncoming, not to mention predictable, attacks. Every cut, stab, or slash Veronica attempted was easily blockable, and she telegraphed all of her moves. Veronica had clearly been watching too many movies. After sitting through a few boring rounds of hacking and slashing, Blackfield drew her own sword and knocked Veronica a few cart back. She tried catching herself by stabbing her sword into the car she landed on, but when she looked up, Blackfield was already dashing in her direction, and with another sweep, Veronica landed in the coal cart of the train.

Blackfield walked up to where Veronica lay in the car full of coal and pointed the tip of her sword at Veronica's face. "You know.... I really thought you might have had some skill with that sword. But as it turns out, you think it's all just about how fast or hard you swing with it. you don't think using a sword requires any skill at all...."

Veronica sneered at her and swung her sword at Blackfield, who hopped backward, dodging the not-so-surpring attack. "What do you know about using a swrod huh!?"

Blackfield chuckled. "What do i know about using a sword? Lemme show you...." And with that Blackfield warped over to where Veronica was standing and dashed to the other side of her, giving about 8 good slashes of the sword while passing her.

Veronica's eyes widened in surprise. She felt the cuts cross her body, even cutting through her kevlar armor. The cuts weren't deep enough to cause any fatal damage, but the damage was indeed serious. Veronica collapsed, bleeding from several different spots on her torso.

"Still dont think i know how to use a sword?" Blackfield said she she walked up to Veronica and picked her up by the collar of her shirt.

Blackfield threw her over to the cart in front of them and ordered her to stand up and keep fighting. Veronica stood and grabbed her sword which had been thrown to her side. Blackfield could see the determination in her eyes. She would take care of that... Blackfield flipped her sword so that she held it like a combat knife.

"I want you to block this attack... If you dont, you're gonna lose a very important part of your body. Ready?" Blackfield spoke to the wounded police woman.

Veronica flat out ignored her waring and started limping in her direction, trying her best to run and take another slice at Blackfield. At the count of three, Blackfield dshed in her direction and sliced right across her eye, the very tip of the sword cutting into veronica's eye socket, slicing open her eyeball and giving her a permanent scar. Veronica screamed out in pain, but was still determined to try and stop Blackfield. She took another swing with her sword and Blackfield jumped back, easily dodging the attack. She flipped her sword into normal position and dashed at her again. This time she took her arm.

Veronica screamed out in pain, the blood gushed from the wound where her arm used to be. Blackfield sheathed her sword, official declaring victory, stepped over the broken police girl, and walked to the head of the train. She went into the control room, stopped the train, and waited for the other deadly sinners to arrive. She looked back to where Veronica was lying and saw that she was walking away from the train, grasping her arm, trying her best to stop it from bleeding. She eventually collapsed out in the empty field of sand that they ended up in. Blackfield almost felt sorry for the poor police girl..... Almost...

The other Deadly sinners eventually showed up, and after asking Blackfield why she didn't stop the train at the designated time, unloaded the good on the train, and left. Blackfield looked back to where Veronica had collapsed and knew that this was not the last time she was gonna run into her.

The Sinners Are Back In Town.

Once Blackfield and Spike got home, Blackfield hopped onto the computer. She had a little researching to do. She went to google and looked up "Veronica Trixton". She ended with one result. She clicked on it to see a picture of the girl she ran into on the train and a brief description of her underneath.

"Veronica Trixton: a former member of the elite squad known as the Wolfpack Team that fought on the side of Crescenta during the Great War." Blackfield read out loud. "Veronica was the head of the Wolfpack Team and followed her orders without any questioning or second thinking. On one mission, the Wolfpack Team was rumored to have been killed in combat during a search and destroy mission. Veronica Trixton was the only surviving member of the ambush that they were led into."

"Damn...." Spike said looking at the computer screen.

"It looks like Veronica's out to get the guy who killed her squad. And she's willing to do it one criminal at a time." Blackfield concluded.

Spike walked over to Blackfield and looked at the screen a little closer. "Does it say who was responsible for the attack?"

Blackfield turned back to the computer screen and scrolled down to look for more information. "Apparently they were supposed to find and eliminate some group of artillery producers. The man running the whole production crew was....." Blackfield scrolled down some more.

Once she found the right name, she read the name out loud. "Red Button...."

"Red Button?" Spike asked questioningly. "Isn't that the multi-billionaire playboy that lives over in Slaughterlot who spends his time playing video games and building robotic suits to fly around in?"

Blackfield remembered him. He was also a local hero to the people. Whenever there was a terrorist attack, he would always fly in with his main suit and shoot the whole place up. The people called him "War Machine", do to his suit being equipped with two Gatling guns placed of his shoulders, a full swarmer missile launcher on his left arm and a power missile on his right. His suit also allowed him to fly around and had his own virtual butler.

"We should pay this guy a visit." The surprise Pinkamena said as she looked at the screen. "Looks like he lives at Button Tower just around the local Slaughterlot library."

Blackfield and spike looked at each other and nodded. They needed to deal with this as soon as they possibly could. It was time to make a return to Slaughterlot.

Backstory

A long time ago, about 1000 years to be exact, there lived two goddesses who ruled over their land with an iron fist. The older sister; Killestia, who has complete control over the sun and day, loved the way they ruled. She especially loved the executions and treating everybody in the land as if they were animals. With the way she let things run, police were extremely rare in all parts of the country and those that were still around, were too fearful of the people to come out of hiding. Those that did never truly lasted long.

The younger sister; Crescenta, who ruled and stalked through the night, also enjoyed most of the harsh ruling and executions, until one day, when a little blind girl was executed for trespassing. This immensely upset Crescenta, who confronted her older sister and demanded a change in the way they treated others, or else she would raise an army and force a rebellion onto her sister. Killestia, of course, scoffed at the idea and abandoned her younger sister. Crescenta kept her promise and searched for anybody who was tired of the way that her sister treated them. Fortunately there were a great number of people who decided they would join Crescenta’s army.

Some for pay, some for pride, some because they wanted a better future, all rebelled against Killestia. The war waged on for many, many, many years. The war soon spread worldwide, with the two sisters desperate for victory, they started recruiting more and more people worldwide. Eventually, Killestia was victorious. As punishment for the rebellion, Killestia sentenced her younger sister to be abandoned on the moon till the end of time, though it is said that on the thousandth anniversary of the Great War’s end, that she would return to free the people from Killestia’s evil clutches. Today is the thousandth anniversary of the Great War’s end……..

A Quick Meet-up

Pinkamena took Blackfield, Spike, and Necra to where she work which was at an old Bar & Grill called "Cannibal's Feast". there they met up with Bad Apple with a glass of Whiskey next to her place of steak, mashed potatoes and gravy, and corn. She waved them over to her table where Pinkamena took the trio to get something to eat after a long day.

"Thanks. i could go for a decent meal after skipping breakfast AGAIN" Spiked looked to Blackfield at the last word.

She responded with a middle finger.

They had their orders taken and waited for something to eat. After Bad apple got done with her food, she pushed her plate out, signaling that she was done. she then looked over to Blackfield and decided to chat her up.

"So who are ya going to visit next?" She asked.

Blackfield responded with "Well next up is supposed to be entertainment. Some chick named 'Devil Dash' is supposed to put on a show with her showing off her motorcycle skills or something. Then all i have to do is check up with security, the head of which is someone named 'Furyshy' or something like that."

"Hmm. Names ring a few bells" Pinkamena said suddenly popping up next to Blackfield.

Ignoring Bad Apple's comment of "Trigga' when the fuck did you get here......?" Blackfield asked Pinkamena if she knew where these people lived.

Pinkamena was happy to reply. "I'm pretty sure Devil Dash lives out in the old junkyard making some pretty bad ass stuff out of old junk and working out like nobody's business! then Furyshy lives out next to the Red Rum Forest."

Writing the locations down on a napkin, Blackfield finished up her food with spike and the others, then quickly went out the door to find the rest of the people. Devil Dash was closest so she decided to go there next.

Welcome To The Family

Blackfield just finished putting the last of her stuff away in the drawers and fell back onto her bed tired out of her mind. She had a dozen thoughts running through her head. New town, new friends, new job, new life, and above all the fact that she had just defeated Crescenta, goddess of the moon, with the help of her friends, now known as The Seven Deadly Sinners. She wanted to fall asleep, and was about to until a knock at the door forced her eyes back open. She groaned and trudged to the door, ready to rip off the person at the door's head. When she opened it, she wasn't surprised to see Pinkamena on the other side, though she was relieved to see she had food with her. Head ripping postponed...... For now.

She let Pinkamena in and led her to her new dining room where they sat and had their first official meal as friends.

"So," Pinkamena said with a mouth half-full of Pot Tai. "How you feelin'? What with this whole new town and just getting done Defeating the moon goddess."

"i dunno..." Blackfield responded. "I guess i'm mostly just focused on whether or not Crescenta is ok. I mean i know she tried to kill us and all, but you gotta admit you can she her point of view on it. I mean a little change around here probably wouldn't be too bad."

"Eh, if you ask me, i like not having any murder laws or anything like that. Good for business if you know what i mean." Pinkamena said after swallowing another mouthful of food. "I mean haven't i told you what the secret ingredient is for my cupcakes~?"

At the mention of this, Blackfield eyeballs the double chocolate chip cupcakes Pinkamena had said out for desert. Blackfield was practically orgasming over the thought o biting into one of them but now....... Blackfield closed up the empty box she was eating from and made a back-throw shot into the trash can, hitting it dead on.

"Nice shot." Pinkamena complimented. "Lemme see if i can make that."

Pinkamena folded up her empty box and attempted a shot over Blackfield's head, which ended up missing completely and hitting her in the head.

'

"Ah!" Blackfield exclaimed, laughing afterwards.

Pinkamena laughed along with her, and grabbed the box of cupcakes, opened it up and took a bite out of it. Blackfield eventually gave in and decided to look past the cannibalism and grabbed her own cupcake and bit into it. Oh yeah, she could definitely look past the cannibalism.

A little after Pinkamena sharing her recipe for her baked good, she smiled and looked Blackfield dead in the eyes. "Welcome to the family~"

I Am The Law!

"Hand it over lady~" The robber was practically shouting at the woman, knife ready to slice her neck open whether or not she forked over the money.

"Please I swear that's it!" The woman was in tears. She was just on her way home after picking up dinner for tomorrow.

The man grabbed her arm and gave her a good cut down the arm. This was his way of telling her that meant business and if she didn't give him what he wanted, she was gonna die.

"Give it to me or so help me i'm decorating the town with your guts!" She said, knife now pressing against her stomach.

Just as he was about ready to push the knife in, a shot ran from the end of the ally and put a large hole in his hand. the man fell down screaming in pain from the gunshot wound. The woman looked to where the shot had come from and saw a woman dressed in a police uniform with a bullet-proof vest, a 9mm pistol in her hand, a hat with the letters G.V.P.D posted on it, and a high-frequency blade sheathed on her waist, walking toward the man who had just tried to rob her.

"W-Who the fuck are you!?" The man yelled, scared out of his mind.

The woman pulled her sword out of her sheath and held it out in front of her, ready to slice,and spoke the last words the man would ever hear. "I am the law....."