It was a peaceful time in Equestria, many inventions and advances were being created but we were running out of space for the ever growing population and industries to live and thrive in so we turned to other options. We thought about living in the sky but Cloudsdale was already there so we thought next about Tartarus but that was hell so we finally turned to the sea. No cities, no farms, no anything.

It was perfect.

It took years to complete the underwater city capable of holding thousands. We called it Rapture. A place where everypony was allowed to do what they wanted whenever they wanted. Many brilliant minds moved down to the seemingly impossible city to carry out the inventions they could never hope to achieve in Equestria.

They used volcanoes for heat, artificially grown forests for air, farmers markets for food and even fishing ports. Towering buildings, giant ballrooms and even swimming pools. It was perfect. Too perfect.

The creator, Andrew Ryan controlled Rapture for years and many amazing things like plasmids were invented. They gave you literally the power to control ice or fire and many other elements in your hoof but the only problem was that you needed a substance called EVE to maintain the plasmids and that’s where everything fell apart.

Everypony wanted the power but not everypony was willing to pay for it. Ponies turned on one another and eventually the greed turned them into wild animals. A Civil War started over the EVE and slowly Rapture fell. Since it wasn’t part of Equestria we left it alone to rot.

Many ponies went down to Rapture to try and save it but none returned, all fell pray to the pressure and persuasion of the plasmids. Many good ponies reduced to low life dimwits scrounging for the desired substance.

I some how ended up there, surrounded by dozens of splicer’s, completely out of EVE for my plasmids and armed with a shotgun that had less than a full case left.

I backed away into the corner, the demented creatures we once called ponies advancing toward me with every step I took back. Bits of fur and even flesh were dropping off the monsters and the foul odor that followed them around were enough to knock out even a pony without the ability to smell.

How the hell did I end up here? With no one around to help me, splicer’s ready to search for any EVE that I didn’t have. I felt drops of water drip on to my already wet cyan fur and dirty, rainbow colored mane.

I snickered slightly and one of the thuggish splicer’s that looked slightly sane. I asked, “I bet this is Ryan’s work isn’t it?” That sick bastard wanted me dead and now it looked like he was going to get what he wanted.

The splicer in question had rotten fur with clumps of it missing, it had what looked like a bent piece of pipe in one hoof and a bandage around his disheveled mane. I think he was a Pegasus but it was hard to tell with all of the rotten fur and blood stains.

He grunted in response and made a lunge for me with the pipe. I could see the desperation for EVE in his blood shot eyes which made it all the more frightening that I had to take this stallion on or it was game over for me.

I ducked under his attack and loaded two shells into the shotgun before aiming at his jaw and firing upward. Chunks of brain, flesh and fur flew upward and blood sprayed on to me. I tucked the shotgun under my wing quickly before backing away again.

By now your probably asking how the hell I can do this but when you’ve seen the shit that I have in this living nightmare you tend to forget that these were once sane ponies. They probably didn’t even think about anything but EVE and killing the ponies that stood in their way.

My behind hit the corner which caused me to shiver from the cold surface. I hopped up on to my hind legs and pulled out the shotgun once more. I rummaged around in my ruined, brown saddle bags to find anymore shells.

I finally found one and loaded it before pointing the gun frantically between the thuggish splicer’s. My hoof began to shake as they advanced closer and closer by the second.

Another thuggish splicer, this time female and in a torn green dress jumped at me and without thinking I fired the remaining two shells at her. One hit her in the chest and one ripped her muzzle to shreds, also killing her.

Now I had no ammo for any of the weapons I had obtained and no EVE either. This was looking really bad now. I put the shotgun back in it’s place before getting out a rusted red wrench out of one of the saddle bags.

A splicer to the left ran at me with a butcher’s knife in her mouth, it was dripping with crimson red blood that looked fresh. I swung the wrench at her face which broke her muzzle and sent the knife flying into another splicer. I brought the wrench up, behind my head before bringing it down onto the top of the splicer’s head.

I panted slightly as the splicer was knocked to the ground unconscious with a small stream of blood streaming down her face and onto the black and white marbled floor.

The rest of the splicers seemed to get angrier at me and came at me one after the other. I swung the wrench wildly at their faces as fast as I could. It was no use though. They kept coming at me in almost a complete blur.

I smashed another one in the face and broke their teeth, making them cry out in pain and come faster at me. I put the wrench in my mouth before planting my hooves firmly on the ground then back kicked the closest splicer in the chest forcing the splicer back a few feet.

I turned around and pressed myself against the corner as far as I could away from the thuggish splicer’s in front of me. I looked around frantically for anything or anypony that could help me in the slightest. I found nothing what so ever.

I sighed slightly and with no regrets I shouted out to no one in particular, “HELP!”

Author's Note

Here is the prologue! I hope you guys like it!

Comments and critique is always welcome ^^