Author's Note

Welp, this is a bit overdue due to the fact that my internet cut out last night due to bills needing to be paid. Oh well, it's still here, and boy did I work... Expect more updates real soon to make up for my absence! Enjoy this small update!

Don't forget to refer to the glossary for vocabulary that I assume to be unknown to most. Mega T22 out! ^-^

Glossary:
1: "Shoot the thirty" = A fistfight.
2: "drill" = An operation in which you carry out a specific plan to hurt, plunder, or undermine others; in most cases, gangs run drills on helpless victims rather than a rival gang...
3: "Chopper" = An assault rifle.
4: "Hollow-Tip" = Not really a 'hood term, but hollow-tips are bullets with a wider surface area that ensures the bullet won't fully pass through the victim, but rather bounce around inside its victim, disrupting more tissue, and increasing damage.
5: "Word?" = Really?
6: "Straps" = Guns.
6.5: "Gats" = Guns.
7: "Book" = Facebook.
8: "Crib" = Home.
9: "iight" = Alright.

The Hit

Rainbow-Dash sat there in pain. She felt her face… A small, almost gash-like wound lay on her cheek from a crack to the face with those brass-knuckles. Her right eye was bruised, and likely purple. She could feel some of her bones a lot weaker and more pained than the others… That metal bat, for sure.

She let out a groan: it was one of pain, anxiousness, defeat, and shame. As much as she wanted to move off the streets, she was really beaten up; quick and swift too… no effort was put into it at all.

“Why the fuck am I so weak? Why the fuck are they so heinous? Fucking scumbags…” RD thought bitterly, as she closed her eyes, and faced the sky, taking in a sharp inhale, as she felt her wounds throb.

A figure approached her, unbeknownst to RD. The figure was in an orange hoodie-sweater.

“Yo. I thought ‘ol pink was your friend?” The figure asked, gaining RD’s attention.

She spat at the figure. “I don’t like that orange color. If you’re with the DL, get the fuck on, I don’t got time for your bullshit.” RD said weakly, yet with a firm stature.

“Probably not the way you want to address somebody who’s already helped you out more than you can imagine.” The figure spoke. From the sound of the voice, it was clearly a girl.

The girl knelt, and examined RD, lifting her chin. RD pushed her away. “Are you DL?” she asked bitterly, eyeing the hooded girl.

The girl removed her hoodie, revealing her face. Her skin was lavender…

RD’s frown grew as bitter as ever. “You’re that bitch from class earlier today. The fuck you doing here?” RD asked harshly, trying to stand up. The lavender-colored girl simply nudged RD in the side, as RD fell back down in pain.

“Tsk tsk tsk. You ‘oughta know when you’re defeated, Rainbow-Dash. Shit like that gets you killed in these streets; you got lucky that I was watching out today.” She said. A magical aura covered the gash-like wound upon RD’s face. The aura soothed and relieved RD: a healing spell, it seemed.

“Why are you helping me…?” RD asked. “I already got fucked up by your boys, I don’t need your shitty help to embarrass me anymore.” RD spoke trying to get up. The girl forced her back down.

Both simply stayed silent as the girl helped RD.

After a few minutes of silence, RD broke the quietness. “What’s your name, bigshot?” RD asked.

“Twilight. Twilight Sparkle.” She said. RD nodded.

“What affiliation you got with the DL? And why you helpin’ one of their enemies?” RD asked.

“Because you and I aren’t as different as you think.” Twilight spoke. Her brows furrowed.

“You don’t know me, bitch. Don’t you ever compare us like that. Matter of fact, I don’t even know why I’m downgrading myself, accepting help from some scumbag like you.” RD said, suddenly triggered by the comparison she had made. She pushed Twilight off, and stood.

Twilight, in a sudden display of violence, pushed RD back down into the wall forcefully. RD fell onto her butt, smashing into the wall. She yelped out-loud into the orange sky, the pains of her wounds coming back to her easily.

Twilight knelt over the glaring RD. “That pride is gon’ getcha’ fuckin’ brains splattered on the concrete, you understand me, Rainbow-Dash?” Twilight said in a slightly threatening voice. She now forcibly held RD against the wall, treating her wounds still.

“Why the fuck are you helping me?” RD asked again.

“Because just like you, I want revenge. Just like you, I had something taken from me, and now, I wanna see some $%^@#s pay for it.” Twilight said, her street-slang going a bit heavier.

“What you mean? You wanna shoot the thirty (1) with one of ya boys?” RD asked.

“No; I mean I want to see every single loyal member of this gang with a fuckin’ bullet through they goddamn skull. I want these %$#@^s popped. I want them to suffer.” Twilight said in a harsh breath, as she moved on to other parts of RD’s face.

“What the fuck…?” RD muttered, confused at Twilight’s betrayal of allegiance.

“I told you Dash. You and I ain’t so different. Now listen up, I want these fuckers dead, okay? What I gotta do besides helping you now to prove my allegiance?” Twilight asked, as RD’s external wounds became less severe by her magic.

“How am I so sure that you’ve helped me in any way besides treating me?” RD asked firstly.

Twilight chuckled. “You can’t be fucking serious dawg.” She said, dusting her hands off and standing away from RD. RD stood and faced her, slightly annoyed at the statement.

“You really think the gang that runs this fuckin town would actually let some little lowdown, unimportant girl like you live after the shit you did to one of their high-status members, C-Dog? Bitch, is you high, or drunk?” Twilight asked.

“Whatchu’ mean?” RD asked, skinning up her nose in disgust at her behavior.

“I mean that I called them motherfuckers off. Wasn’t no way I could get them to leave you alone, so I said make sure you learn, but to keep you alive.” Twilight explained.

“Why? Why the fuck are you helping me?! This shit is so confusing and irritating!” RD asked, frustrated. She wasn’t used to having an ally, much less someone who was absolutely willing to help in any form, except for Pinkie Pie. This sudden change was confusing and different, and it made RD nervous.

“Have you been listening, bro? I. Want. Those. Fuckers. Dead. I want their heads on the fucking platter. We in very similar situations dawg, I know what they did to you. Only difference between you and I is that I’m a bit more street-smart than yo’ dumb ass. That’s why I chose this gang, for now… Until I found the perfect person, like you; someone with enough resolve and reason to tear these fuckers apart.” Twilight said, tapping her temple.

“… I don’t know if I can trust you yet.” Rainbow-Dash said, rubbing the corners of her mouth.

“Just give me a job, and I’ll do it. I want you to know that I’m on your side.” Twilight requested.

“How come you ain’t go to the Pirus, or the Crips? They have a much better chance at toppling the DL than my puny ass does.” RD questioned suspiciously.

“No, they don’t. You’re special, Dash. I can just see it. You’re the key, not these ragtag ass gangs that don’t know what the fuck to do but run, gun, talk shit, and kill. You’re something better, and I know it.” Twilight said adamantly.

“You kinda’ freakin’ me out dawg, but shoot… I guess I’ll trust you. You gotta do one thing to fully earn my trust though…” RD said. Twilight listened intently.

“Help me run a drill (2) on the Crips tomorrow. I heard they real unorganized, so I wanna get some work done. I need to start building a gang, and start building my street-cred. I want to tackle the DL.” RD said, a hint of passion on her voice as she proposed her test of loyalty.

“Okay homie. How much you want that death toll to be?” Twilight asked, no remorse in her heart.

“Whoa, what? We can’t be killin’ people all willy-nilly ‘n shit. Pinkie won’t like it!” RD said, nearly unnerved by her question.

“You fuckin’ kiddin’ right now dawg? The Crips ain’t a small gang. If you runnin a drill, you gon’ run into some bodies, that’s a fact.” Twilight said.

RD stared down and thought for a second. Twilight put her hand on RD’s shoulder.

“Look, blood is gonna flow. Better to make theirs flow and avenge ours, huh? Look at it this way: if they wasn’t ready to die, then they shouldn’t’ve been bangin’ in the first place homie. C’mon, don’t tell me I misjudged you… Don’t tell me you a pussy…” Twilight said. RD got annoyed by the last statement.

“Man, would you shut the fuck up? I’m just thinking of how to get Pinks to help us; she’s real sensitive to all that violent shit. Trust me, I don’t give a fuck if I gotta splatter some brains. I’m just worried about how my baby gon’ take it.” RD said. Twilight looked at her funny.

“Hold up, hold up… Y’all gay?” Twilight asked.

RD’s eye twitched. She looked at Twilight with a glare. “Yeah dawg. Is that an issue?” she asked, her voice changing tone.

“Naw, naw… Just means getting respect is gon’ be a lil’ bit harder, is all.” Twilight said, holding her palms up defensively.

“Good: I like a challenge anyway. But just in case, keep this between us, iight?” RD requested.

“No problem broski. So what’s the plan?” Twilight asked.

“I want to press some %$^&@s. Make ‘em run they pockets and give me everything. Only way they gonna listen to me is with a couple ‘ah choppers in they face. So, we need two choppers (3), plus a ‘lil handgun for Pinkie in case shit really go down.” RD explained.

“The pros: we get some street-cred for running the Crips’ pockets, and we get some cash to start rockin’ some new shit. If we get on our rich kid look, they bound to notice us steppin’ up. Then, we can take it from there.” RD said, smirking already.

“What time you plannin’ to hit these boys?” Twilight asked, rubbing her chin in thought.

“I know there’s some class 6th Period that is fuckin’ 95% full of blue flags… Crips for sure. Let’s hit room 102 at 6th dawg. I heard one ‘ah they big dogs in that period too.” RD said, nodding her head, already liking her own idea very much.

“Iight, iight, I hear that. Look, I know a place we can raid tonight to get some choppers and a few rounds. Maybe we can even get some hollow-tips (4) if we lucky.” Twilight said.

“Oh shit, word?(5) Hol’ up, lemme call homegirl up, let’s hit that bitch.” RD said, referring to the raid they were about to do. She pulled out her phone, dialed a number, and waited.

“Hello…?” someone answered. Her voice was scratchy and dry.

“Yo, Pinks, what’s good?” RD asked.

“Rainbow-Dash?!?!? You’re okay!” Pinkie said with great relief.

“Yeah dawg, listen-” RD started, but was interrupted by the frantic Pinkie Pie.

“Why the hell wasn’t you picking up your phone?! I thought they killed you man!” Pinkie Pie cried out.

“Chill girl! I’m in the same spot, you can come and find me on Rogers, shit! I ain’t mean to worry you baby! Come over.” RD said. With no more talking, a click was heard.

RD turned to Twilight. “She on her way.” Twilight simply nodded in response.

[Some minutes later]

Pinkie Pie slipped around the corner. She saw RD under the streetlight in the darkness of the now-night-sky. She ran up to her and tackled her to the ground, shoving her messy face into RD’s body.

RD cringed slightly, the excretions from Pinkie’s face slightly turning her off.

“Why ain’t you just come back if you was worried?” RD asked, confused, hugging her back in an attempt at comfort.

“Dashie, you know I’m not familiar with these streets, you dummy!” she cried hugging her harder.

“You could’ve called, y’know…” RD said awkwardly.

“You wouldn’t fucking pick up! Do you know how goddamn worried I was?!” Pinkie Pie cried, letting her frustration out.

RD checked her phone. “On silent…” she said with a sigh, shaking her head.

“I’m sorry Pinks, I didn’t mean to worry you, but I’m fine now, see?” she said soothingly, massaging Pinkie’s hair. RD dug into her pocket and took out a tissue. She wiped Pinkie’s face and kissed her forehead, as Pinkie calmed down a bit.

“Much better.” RD thought to herself.

Twilight knew better than to interrupt, so she fumbled on her phone while the two sorted out.

RD sat there on the ground, twirling Pinkie’s hair and rubbing her back, calming her down. Pinkie sniffed some.

“Shh, it’s alright, hun. Ain’t nothing happen to me.” RD said lowly and calmingly.

The movement of Pinkie’s frantic chest softened, and her soft whimpers concluded after a while. RD decided there was no time to waste, so she would ask Pinkie now.

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“Hey, babe?” RD said softly.

“Yes, hun?” Pinkie replied looking up at her with her shiny eyes. RD pouted slightly, a slight blush appearing; those eyes seemed to captivate her, but now wasn’t the time for that… Twilight was an opportunity, they had time for all that mushy stuff later. RD looked up, avoiding Pinkie’s gaze as she lay on her chest. She turned her cap and finally spoke.

“Look, you remember what I said earlier today about how I wanna build my street-cred?” RD asked.

“The thing about the Pirus and Crips, right?” Pinkie asked.

“Yeah… We’re running a drill tomorrow to initiate the start of my gang… You wanna join us?” RD asked softly.

Pinkie was quiet, and looked at RD funny. “Oh, and yeah… I guess this is the start of everything, Pinkie. Bodies will drop…” RD said awkwardly, knowing that Pinkie was the closest thing to an innocent soul in this dark city; she was very uncomfortable with violence and death.

“… Of course I’ll help…” Pinkie said. Even though she sounded rather nervous or unsure, she was sure of what she wanted to do. “You think I wouldn’t help my favorite person in this world overcome her greatest enemy? C’mon Dashie, you ain’t even have to ask…” Pinkie said, kissing RD’s neck.

RD breathed a heavy sigh of relief, getting up while helping Pinkie up.

“Yo, Twilight. What’s the deal?” RD asked, grabbing her attention.

Twilight walked over. Pinkie looked her up and down, and noticed the orange, then she walked up between RD and Twilight, staring at Twilight with hard eyes.

“Ain’t you DL? Whatchu’ doing here?” Pinkie asked, hostility on her voice. RD pulled Pinkie back into a half-hug, smiling at her from the side. She kissed her cheek.

“Chill, she’s iight. She boutta help us get some straps (6) for the drill tomorrow.” RD said softly.

“Right… Anyways, I was just on the Book (7), and it appears that they’re keeping artillery in a DL stache down a few blocks from here.
Choppers, tech9s, handguns, everything you would want. Plus, lots of ammo too.” Twilight said, sophisticatedly.

“Ohh shit… We boutta be loaded tonight.” RD said, smiling. “My house ain’t far from here… Can’t believe I lived so close to so many weapons.” She said.

“’Ey, you know what? I got a few durags at my crib (8) not far from here… How ‘bout we go there and mask up? Start reppin’ our gang for real?” RD proposed.

“I like the idea, chief. Leggo.” Twilight said, as they all began to walk through the night.

*About half-an-hour later*

RD, Pinkie, and Twilight walked down the street, armed with nothing but some cyan clothing. RD’s clothes were the same; cyan sweats, and that cyan jeans-jacket with the tank-top underneath. But now, along with the chains swinging from her neck, she had a cyan durag tied around it.

Pinkie Pie had cyan sneakers with pink trim, as well as some cyan jeans. Her shirt was bubblegum pink. Her cyan durag hung from her a loop on the side of her pants.

Twilight had the cyan durag tied around her jaw, ready to pull it up when they reached the house. She wore a cyan miniskirt with black leggings. Her shirt was also a cyan color.

All had large duffel bags strapped to their backs, to carry some of the arsenal they were about to raid with them.

“Iight y’all, we almost there… Get ya mask ready. We all remember our name?” RD asked.

Both of them nodded. “Good.” RD said, content.

“Funny how we gon’ be hittin’ the DL where it hurts… They always pride themselves on all them weapons they got, but soon, they boutta take a big hit.” RD said, rubbing her nose confidently.

They all stopped at the house, and noticed lights were on, music was blasting, and that there was definitely more than just one person in there. “The house ain’t empty?” RD asked.

“What? You think they would leave their precious weapons unguarded?” Twilight asked with a small chuckle.

“It’s all good, I was finna crack some skulls today anyways. How many you think in there right now?” RD asked.

“About ten or so… They don’t really think anybody would really challenge them, so they don’t keep it too guarded.” Twilight answered.

“Ten? Shit, that’s a lot…” Pinkie said nervously. RD patted her head.

“Don’t worry Pinks, we’ll be iight.” (9) RD said to her.

“Okay, so here’s the plan… There is no fuckin’ plan, we go in there, do our shit, and get the fuck out, iight y’all?” RD said.

They both nodded. “Iight, who feels the most confident in combat-ability?” RD asked. Neither spoke up or raised their hand.

RD sighed with a small laugh. “Alright, I’ll take front. Twilight, you’re in after me. Pinks, you need to come in, and watch our backs.” RD said simply.

“Alright, but… You do know this is a guarded house, right? All we have is our fists.” Twilight said.

“All we need, baby girl.” RD said, with a smirk, walking up to the door, putting her durag over her face to mask it.

“Doesn’t she care about death?” Twilight asked Pinkie.

Pinkie shook her head. “Nothing much matters to her anymore… C’mon, it’s time to hit the house.” Pinkie said.

Twilight sighed. “Yeah, I know how it feels homegirl…” she said, jogging up to meet with RD, followed by Pinkie. All put their masks on.

RD looked at both of them, and all three nodded. RD pulled out her phone, put on her headphones, turned on a playlist, and harshly knocked on the door.

*KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!*

“Open up %^$#@!!!” RD yelled, tightening her fists. She heard the music stop and feet move.

“Who the fuck out there?! Ayo, dawg, get the door!” a boy yelled.

There was silence…

{Disclaimer: This is where gore and the mature rating is really about to come into play…}

The door creaked open slowly, the smell of marijuana filtering out. RD was met with the face of a boy clad in orange. He had a handgun equipped, beginning to aim it. RD, however, was too quick. She elbowed his throat as he knelt in pain, the gun flying in the air.

RD grabbed the gun skillfully, then lifted the boy up in his arms. Violently, she kicked his knee in, cracking it backwards so that he couldn’t walk. She then slammed the gun into his head, knocking him out with a nasty wound to the head.

Three others watched, surprised that someone would even show up here.

RD held the gun up at the three unarmed people. “Anybody move, they getting they brains splattered; and believe me, I got aim.” RD said menacingly, as Twilight and Pinkie filtered in behind them.

“The fuck you want?” one girl asked. RD aimed the gun at her.

“Where you holding your weapons at? That’s all we need to know.” RD said, clicking the gun and making sure it was loaded and ready to shoot.
“The hell? Bitch, you must be dumb tryna raid the DL. You’ll be dead by tomorrow morning.” The girl laughed.

“I’m gonna ask you one more time, before I make you regret it, bitch. Where the fuck are the gats?” RD asked.

She was quiet, as well as the other two. RD heard movement upstairs, and figured it was time to hurry things up.

“Iight, y’all got 5 seconds to answer before someone catch a bullet.” RD said.

“She’s bluffing, she ain’t gon’ do shit.” One of the boys spoke, smirking at RD’s apparent unwillingness to use brutal behavior. He swigged a bottle of liquor smugly.

“That’s five.” RD said, aiming to the boy who said she was bluffing.

*BOOM!*

Smoke slightly filtered from her gun... The other two stared at the boy in disbelief, as they saw blood splat against the wall, noticing the fresh hole in his skull. He had not uttered even a word, as his body fell and folded over.

Pinkie cringed, Twilight was unmoved.

“Y’all think I’m bluffing now? Who wanna be next? Or will y’all start talking?” RD asked, advancing slowly.

“Okay, okay, shit! We’ll fucking take you, just put that fucking thing down!” the girl said, in a slight panic.

“I ain’t putting shit down. Now both of you get to walkin and lead me there. If I find out y’all lyin’, I’m poppin’ both ‘ah your skulls. Clear?” RD asked. They nodded.

RD leaned back to talk to Twilight and Pinkie.

“Yo, guys, see to the left of me? Where homeboy got his fuckin’ brains blown out?” RD began, heartlessly.

“There’s a kitchen there, I can see the stove. Go in there, grab some knives until we can get y’all a weapon. Then catch up with me, and quick.” RD ordered. They nodded, and ran past RD into the kitchen.

“Start walking. Or do y’all wanna die?” RD commanded.

They slowly, and dreadfully began to ascend the stairs. RD noticed that the movement upstairs stopped. She cocked her gun and checked it again.

Step by step, RD, the girl, and the boy crept up…

“How many of your boys in here?” RD asked, pressing the gun against the girl’s head.

“Like six others my ^&*$#... Could you chill out with that gun shit though, you kinda makin’ me nervous…” she said.

“You’re lucky I don’t blast your brains right now for what the DL did to me.” RD said coldly, pressing it harder against her head.

Finally they reached the top. RD stopped them.

“Where are they?” she asked. She heard Twilight and Pinkie ascend the stairs, finally.

“How the fuck should I know? I don’t got no fuckin’ x-ray vision, hoe.” She said, annoyed. RD put her foot against her back and kicked her forward, annoyed with her behavior. Taking this as her chance, the girl got up and ran, attempting to get into one of the rooms down the hall.

“Unfortunately not.” RD said, taking aim, and pulling the trigger. A shot rang, and she toppled over, gasping for air as she hissed, feeling the pain in her left calf.

“You BITCH!” She yelled. In an instant, somebody stepped out from one of the rooms with a gun and aimed at RD.

“Oohhh, shit!” RD cried out. She put the DL boy next to her in a chokehold, covering her body, as several shots fired and RD flew back, the body weighing her down. She felt his body go limp on her.

“Fuck, ayo dawgs! I’m empty!” the boy with the gun yelled out. Twilight took this as her chance, and ran up the stairs, a knife in her hand. She dashed up to the unsuspecting boy, and put the blade through his gut, as he hunched over her.

He attempted to push her off, but Twilight wasn’t having it: she took the knife out and stabbed him in a different spot again, blood splattering out.

RD pushed the dead boy that lay on her off of her body, and kicked him down the stairs mercilessly. “He served his use…” she said coldly.

Pinkie watched, her eyes wide. Watching this violence happen didn’t surprise her though… Rather, it began to develop a new mindset in the girl, as the life in her eyes seemed to go.

Twilight pushed the boy over, as he fell, blood leaking. She took the gun, and some spare ammo from his pocket, loading the gun.

She peeked out from the door, then quickly pulled her head back in.

“Yo, RD, two doors down on your left, you got three motherfuckers piled in there! I see weapons too! They loaded!” Twilight yelled out from within her room.

RD tapped Pinkie Pie, and then ran up to the room, Pinkie following closely. Both entered the room fearlessly, entering a sort of bloodlust.

*Slow-motion*

RD stepped in, and was immediately shot through her right deltoid. She hissed in pain, but as she fell back onto the ground through the air, she shot one bullet, hitting his skull and painting the window behind him in red.

Pinkie dashed at the other one, and slashed his neck, as he dropped, holding the slit in his throat.

Twilight jumped in to cover the two, and shot the last boy in the chest, as he fell back against the wall.

*Slow-Motion Ceases*

All of the girls breathed heavily. Pinkie Pie stared at all the blood and bodies around her, and promptly puked.

“Shit, that was fucking nasty…” she said in a low voice.

“You did good, Pinks. Never thought you’d actually do something.” RD said in a hiss, holding her wounded shoulder.

Pinkie Pie ran over to her. “You alright Dashie?” she asked, lowering her mask.

“Fine! We can worry about it later, start filling the duffel bags, all the guns are in here. Sweep they closets, the bed drawers, everything.” RD said, forcing herself up as she filled her own bag with guns and ammo.

All swept the room clean, and as they stopped, they heard more movement.

“Hold up, she said there was about 9-10 of them in here… We only killed like 8, and that bitch I shot crawled off…” RD said, cocking her gun as she strapped her duffel bag back on. The bullet wound in her shoulder throbbed horribly, but the adrenaline in her severely lessened the throbbing’s pain.

Someone walked in the room, and was met with Twilight’s face. He was armed with a tech9, machine-pistol. He looked very familiar.

Pinkie, RD, and Twilight all aimed the gun at him. He immediately dropped his and put his hands up.

“A %^#!@ can’t even shit in peace… Fuck… Who the fuck are y’all pussies?!” he asked, resentment in his voice. His attitude quickly changed when he noticed the window painted red and the dead bodies lying in the room.

RD pulled down her durag. “Found you, pussy.” RD said with a wild smirk. Turns out, that the boy was C-Dog.

“What the fuck? It’s you, of all people?! How??” he asked, in disbelief. Twilight then pulled her durag down.

“Really?! Twilight, you switched up on us? You’re a fuckin op?! Ohhhh my god, I can’t believe this shit.” he said, his voice cracking.

“I was always an op, motherfucker. You know how long I been waiting for the right time to put a bullet in ya skull?” Twilight said sadistically.

She put the gun to his forehead.

“What you gonna accomplish by killing me like this? The rest of the DL’ll have you dead by tomorrow.” C-Dog said.

“No, they won’t, Clarence. You’re not even supposed to have real jurisdiction here, and you know that! You’re a fucking transfer student from a rich-kid city. You never knew the struggle, and instead, pay people off to make others struggle more. A selfish prick, that’s what you are. What I’ll accomplish by popping you right now is peace of mind that there’s one less scum-ass motherfucker walking this ground.” Twilight said, knocking his skull harshly with the nuzzle of her gun.

RD walked up and put Twilight’s gun down, smirking into Clarence’s face.

“Your real name’s Clarence? And you ain’t even from the city? Oh, your fall starts now.” RD began. She turned to Twilight.

“Let him live for now… I wanna break him down first, ruin his reputation, and destroy everything he loves... Then we can kill him.” RD said cockily.

“What? No!” Twilight said, cocking the gun and taking aim again. RD then mercilessly took her own gun and put it against Twilight’s temple.
“Disrespecting the leader of the gang and their wishes is disrespecting the gang itself. You know what happens if you do that, don’t you?” RD asked. Twilight sucked her teeth, and lowered her gun, annoyed.

“Good. You’ll learn that this is my gang, so what I say goes.” RD said. She turned to Clarence.

“Just who the fuck are y’all?” Clarence asked.

RD shook the cyan durag in his face. “You’ll find out when our name is in the papers in a week or so after we burn this shit down, bitch.” RD said.

“What, you’re burning this down?!” Clarence said in disbelief. “But this is my crib!” he said.

“Don’t worry, you can buy 10 more just like this, rich, heartless scum-motherfucker.” Twilight interjected.

“Y’all are gonna fuckin die when I catch y’all lackin, I put that on my life.” Clarence said.

“Man, shut the fuck up and get out.” Twilight said, putting the gun to his thigh and pulling the trigger.

“FUCK!” He yelled, tossing over on the floor.

“Goddammit… C’mon, let’s get his ass out and blow this shit up.” RD said, annoyed that Twilight shot him. She hoped he wouldn’t die yet.
Both picked up his body, Pinkie following. All had duffel bags full of artillery. They carefully stepped over the trail of death they left. As they descended the stairs, they were met by the girl that RD shot. She was holding a gun, but it was shaking, as if she was nervous. She shot twice, and missed.

Pinkie was right on the ball, as she aimed over RD and Twilight, took one shot, and caught her right in the breast. She shot again, catching her in the neck.

“G’looks Pinks. Bitch was too shaky to be living this life.” RD said. Twilight and RD swung Clarence out the door, as he tumbled down the steps. Unnerved by his boys being killed by just three people, he hobbled away from the newfound murderers.

Twilight walked back inside to the kitchen. She opened the stove, cut some wires and cords, and then closed it. She then turned on all the burners of the stove to full power; no fire came, and only gas leaked. She then turned on every electronic device in the house, and ran out.
“What’d you do?” RD asked.

“Gas is filling the house as we speak. Soon enough, the electrical load will be too much, and an electrical fire will break out. As the fire interacts with the gas, we’re gonna have one huge explosion. C’mon, let’s get the fuck outta here.” Twilight said, walking ahead of the two.

Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie looked at each other. “This bitch is smart as fuck! Glad she’s on our side.” RD chuckled. “For real.” Pinkie Pie agreed, as both ran to catch up to her.

“Tomorrow, we cripple the Crips.” Twilight said with a laugh. “And with the looks of it, I guess we also started war with the DL. So now, more than ever, we need to break the Pirus and Crips and recruit them to build our manpower. We did good today, guys. And Twilight?” RD asked.
Twilight looked at her, with a “hm?”

“You proved yourself. Welcome to the gang.” RD said, holding her hand out.

As their hands collided in a special handshake…

*BOOM!*

… the house went up in flames. It would hopefully burn the evidence of murder as well as ruin the chances of the DL looting what weapons they left.

Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and Twilight walked down the street, duffel bags on their backs, and handguns in their hands, not a care in the world; in this moment, after such success, despite the wound in RD’s shoulder, they felt invincible…