In The Dark
Prologue
Prologue 5- An Ex-gang Member

Every pony in equestria has a story, some of these stories are sad, some are happy. In Canterlot, stories are mostly happy. You hear of royal parties, success of businesses, the glitz and glam of the high life ponies, Canterlot is a very happy city. However, below the streets of Canterlot is where sadness goes. Homeless, the criminals in hiding, the ones who just want to go into hiding, it’s all below the streets of Canterlot.

The worst part, no pony knows it’s there. Everypony thinks their is nothing more beneath them than a bunch of old sewage lines. But what really lies beneath them is a small town filled with ponies with many sad stories.

This one follows one of the saddest. The story of a little filly who could never fly and a master flyer that lost her wing.

Trotting through the underground streets was a cyan mare holding a bag in her mouth. She walked all the way down, as far as she could go, to a small tent in the distance. She dropped the bag in front of an orange filly. The bag opened to show scraps of some food, clearly dug from the trash.

“Dinner squirt.” The Cyan mare spoke softly to the orange pegasus.

The orange pegasus looked at the scraps and slowly walked over and started to eat it. The cyan mare sat and watched her eat as her stomach growled.

The filly looked up at her. “Are you not gonna eat again today, Rainbow Dash?”

Dash smiled at her. “Sorry squirt, but your health is more important than mine.”

The filly looked down, almost about to cry. “B-but you’ll starve yourself…”

Dash used her hoof to lift the filly’s head up for them to meet eye level. “Don’t worry about me Scootaloo. You’re more important than food is to me.

Scootaloo nodded and went back to eating her food.

Just then a few ponies walked up to dash. “Hey Dash, Where’s our cut of the food?” the fiery one said.

Dash looked at the few ponies that were there. “Sorry guys. Only enough for one.”

The sky blue pony walked up to Dash. “What the fuck?! We send you up for us all and all you get is enough food for that worthless little shit of yours?!”

Dash raised her hoof and slammed the pony in the muzzle, knocking her back a few feet and to the ground. “Shut the fuck up Fleetfoot! Don’t you ever call Scoots, a pony I care for more than you, a name like that again!”

Fleetfoot rolled over and looked up at Dash. Blood rolling down her muzzle from her nose. She smiled and spoke in a rough tone “You’re right Dash, you’re more worthless than she is. With your missing wing and all, how did you lose it again?” Fleetfoot put her hoof to her chin. “Oh, That’s right! Lost it to Lightning Dust trying to win us bits to pay for food. So much for the epic Rainbow Dash. Losing her wing to a pony that could hardly be considered a flyer to begin with.” She leaned over to Scootaloo. “You hear that you little filly? Looks like your Mom is just a bit more worthless than you are.”

With those words, Dash snapped. She pounced onto Fleetfoot and bit at her neck. Fleetfoot’s eyes went wide and her mouth hung open as she started to turn a lighter shade of blue. Blood rolled down the side of her neck and onto the ground as Dash kept her mouth on Fleetfoot’s neck. As she turned almost completely white, Dash growled and ripped her mouth away, pulling a part of Fleetfoot’s neck off with her.

Dash looked down at the pony body that now laid there as she spit out the part of the neck onto it. Other ponies looked at her with fear in their eyes. Dash looked up at them and they ran off leaving only Dash, Scoots, and the other two that were with Fleetfoot.

The fiery mare walked up to dash and spoke. “I can’t believe you did that.”

Dash looked at her with a look that could literally kill. “That bitch had it coming Spitfire. No pony calls my little Scoots worthless.”

Dash turned to see Scoots looking at the dead pony with fear. She looked up at Dash, her mentor, her guardian, with fear in her eyes for the first time in her life.

Dash tried to approach her. “Scoots I’m-”

Before Dash could get another word out, Scoots ran. Ran away from Dash and up the road.

“Scoots, Wait!” Dash tried to take pursuit but was tackled by Spitfire who pinned Dash to the ground.

“No Rainbow, you’ve done enough. I don’t want you to hurt her”

“I’m not going to!”

“You already killed Fleetfoot, you killed one of us! As far as i’m concerned, you shouldn’t even be allowed to operate in the Wonderbolt’s gang, let alone live under here.”

“So what, You’re gonna kick me out?! After all i did?!”

“You’re too Dangerous Dash. You gave into the vampiric beast in you, killing Fleetfoot in the process. To me, you’re too dangerous and need to leave.”

Dash shoved Spitfire off of her and spun around. But before Dash could do anything, Spitfire punched Dash in the chest knocking her a good few yards back. Dash coughed up a little blood herself and looked at Spitfire’s hoof which was now glowing a black aura with some lightning sparks around it.

Dash coughed again and looked Spitfire in the eyes. “Figured you would use your vampony powers.”

Dash jumped up and tried to pounce on Spitfire again. Spitfire, at a lighting fast pace moved her body to the side and let Dash land on her own tent, which caused it to rip, break and fall over.

Spitfire turned to face Dash who was now tangled up in the tent. “Listen you, you are one of my greatest members. But I cannot let you stay here. You are too hot headed and need to go. I expect you out before the night is up.” Spitfire turned her back towards dash. “ Also don’t worry about Scootaloo, we’ll take good care of her.”

Spitfire walked up the road with the other pony following her. Dash untangled herself and looked down at the ground. She was right, Dash was a hot head. Too violent for her to raise a filly. She was just the hot headed, now ex gang member of the Wonderbolts. Dash stood and did what she was told, she left.

The streets of Canterlot were quiet, as they always were. Dash walked through the streets, wearing a wool sweater that she just found lying in the gutter of the streets. She could feel the sun start to rise, in a few minutes she would die. No Vampony can survive in the sun. She looked at the horizon, she could start to see glimpses of the sun. In just a few minutes, she would turn to ash and be swept away by the town sweeper.

That would be if a certain pony didn’t step in.

Dash looked as the large pony wearing a cloak and a hood walked up to her.

“Your Rainbow Dash aren’t you?” The tall Mare said in a demanding yet subtle tone.

Dash nodded, knowing exactly who this pony was.

“Good, sun will be up soon. If you want to live another night, follow me.”

The tall mare started to walk towards Canterlot castle.

Dash looked between her and the horizon. She shrugged and followed the Mare into the castle, safe from the light that would’ve killed her.

Back underground, everypony looked around for Scoots. After she ran off, no pony saw where she went. The ponies called her name and looked everywhere for her. However their had yet to be any signs of her.

That was until Spitfire stumbled across an orange feather next to a sewage pipe leading to the castle. Spitfire smiled “Good luck Dash.”

The White Rook moves out of the Black Rooks way, to only move closer to the Black King

A White pawn as fallen

The Black King almost has all the pieces it needs

The White King does not see the plot by the Black King

One by one the pieces move

The game presses on.

Author's Note

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Edited by: Basic Information