Author's Note

In advance:
Sorry that the chapter seems rushed, or rather incomplete and unfulfilled at parts. This is because literally 95% of this was written in my lunch periods at school, on my phone. I've had no time to myself at home, due to us fiercely preparing for AP exams, as well as state-wide Regents Exams. Because of this, the only time I've really had to myself while still being able to be a straight-A student were my lunch-times, which I used to type this chapter. Kinda cool to see how it all comes together slowly every day at lunch, haha.

Anyways, that's it. As usual, vocabulary I don't expect to be known is below, and if you need to know anything else, I'm pretty much always available for a minute or two, so just leave a comment.

Glossary:
1: "Stiff-Armed" = Basically when you get knocked out so instantly in a fight that you're still in the fighting position, with arms stiff out, although unconscious.
2: "Bricks" = Drugs of any kind; most times in a pure, non-synthesized or non-medicinal form.
3: "Moola" = Money.
4: "Dyke" = Basically extremely tom-boyish girls that try their hardest to come off as a dude, and are 99% lesbian.
5: "It's a wrap" = There will be consequences... Bad ones...
6: "Fo' sho'" = For sure.

Empty The Clips; Running Drills On The Crips

“As you can see from what is left of the settlement, it was clearly no accident. Moments prior to the reported explosion, it can be statistically seen that there was an extremely increased flow of gas and electricity to the household.” A news reporter spoke professionally. He walked into the simmering ashes of the house and what was left of the building. He knelt next to a black, smoky figure.

“As you can see here, there was clearly an intent of homicide, as in this area, there are several specimens of human remains, likely incinerated by the fierce fire that took place here the night prior.” He said. He then walked over to an officer to speak.

“Officer Jones here found a letter on the doorstep of the household, thankfully and conveniently left unbothered the fierce fire that took place here. Officer Jones, would you care to read it?” the reporter requested.

The Officer held the paper up for the camera to see. “Ahem! It reads,” the officer began, pausing briefly.

“Death Lotus, you know who you are. You’re everywhere, and think you run shit. Not anymore, motherfuckers. There’s a new upcoming gang, and we’re about to rip every one of your heads off, one-by-one. Just ask your boy C-Dog, that motherfucker took down the block like a pussy. Watch out, the cyan is about to eat the orange out. Y’all don’t stand a chance; not against us… This is war. ~Top-Law, Leader of the Rainbooms” The Officer read. The curses were censored, but ironically enough, were not blurred out physically on the sheet. It was all written in a glittery-cyan color.

“Interesting, very interesting.” The reporter said, as it zoomed out from the letter.

[The screen zooms out, showing that what was taking place was on a live-action report on TV. Turns out a group of students were watching the report in the school’s library. It was approximately 16 hours after their hit on the DL and their stash.]

“Pause, right there!” Rainbow Dash ordered, grabbing the remote from a fellow student, and pausing it. She motioned Pinkie Pie and Twilight over, and pointed at the officer’s arm.

“See that? Motherfuckers really do run the city, that’s a motherfucking DL printed on the guy’s arm!” RD whispered harshly, barely being able to contain her anger.

True enough, as she manually zoomed into the TV, there was the tattoo on his arm.

“Fuck… Those bastards really do run the city then!” Pinkie Pie gasped.

“Well, no shit. I told you this already, they have money, manpower, and government authority! When are you going to listen to me?” Twilight said, annoyed.

“When I can actually trust you. Just cause you’re in the gang, doesn’t mean you’re trusted… I’m sure you of all people know that.” RD said with slight hostility.

Twilight stayed quiet and nodded.

“By the way, don’t you think you’ll be labelled an op if you hang around us too long?” Pinkie asked in concern.

Twilight chuckled and waved her off. “Trust me, I know C-Dog. The first thing that pussy did was run crying to his boys about how we killed his boys and lit up his fucking house. My status is already gone.” Twilight said nonchalantly, leaning back in her chair coolly.

As if on cue, the doors of the library bashed open. Four boys and two girls clad in orange walked in. The librarian immediately ducked beneath the counter, knowing that this much orange in one spot meant no good.

C-Dog was at the front of the gathering. “What have we here? Two pussies and an op…” C-Dog said slowly.

RD stood up and faced the six figures. She looked C-Dog up and down, and then broke into laughter.

Fearlessly, she walked right up to C-Dog and tapped his bandaged thigh. C-Dog hissed and swatted RD back, as she continued to laugh.

“Look at you. Twilight shot yo’ bitch-ass. You back for more pain?” RD asked confidently. Twilight and Pinkie Pie instinctively walked up towards RD and stood beside her; bond of the gang: you never leave brethren hanging.

“Real confident talk for someone that’s about to get fucked up, dawg.” C-Dog said, as he put on some brass knuckles. The others around him did the same and surrounded their three enemies.

RD sighed, and dug into her shirt. She put on two jet-black combat-gloves that had shiny-onyx spikes on the knuckles. They had the same power of brass knuckles, but with the added damage of the spikes.

“This bitch took my special gloves? Fuck it, we scrappin’ now!” C-Dog stated, running at Rainbow-Dash. The others, on cue, ran to fight as well.
RD ducked under C-Dog’s punch, and powerfully tackled him onto the ground from under.

“Grave mistake.” RD said, as she gave him a powerful punch in the jaw and mounted the fallen boy. In an instant, a girl came and punched RD off of C-Dog.

…

“Oh shit, that’s go time!” Pinkie Pie said with a slight nervousness, as a girl and boy approached her quickly. Pinks ducked under a right hook that the boy threw, and cringed when she heard the brass knuckle make contact with the wall behind her. She even felt some of the wall and paint chip off and fall onto her hair.

“Oh-ho-ho, FUCK! Those brass knuckles ain’t no joke!” Pinkie Pie swore. “Two can play it that game!” Pinkie Pie said, flicking out a switchblade from her sleeve. She mercilessly slashed at the boy who punched at her, but the girl was quick, as she courageously blocked the blade with her brass knuckle.

“We ain’t no run-of-the-mill thugs, bitch! This is DL!” the girl said, as she cracked Pinkie Pie in the jaw.

“I’m not either, you fuckin’ chumps!” Pinkie said, with a newfound resolve to serve her gang. She picked herself up and got ready once again.

…

Twilight was left with the other two boys. “Come here, op bitch!” the boy said, running at Twilight. Twilight skillfully slid past the boy’s punch, grabbed his hand, and forcefully cracked it in an irregular direction.

“AGH!!!” The boy yelled in pain. The other boy quickly kicked Twilight off of him, then ran at Twilight again, punching her square in the face.
Twilight slid back, holding her now bleeding nose. “Oh, y’all done fucked up.” She said, as she pulled out a short, thin, metal pole from her sweatpants.

…

RD quickly recovered from the punch, and was met with C-Dog and the girl. They all carefully circled each other.

RD ran at the girl, but C-Dog punched at her. RD was expecting this, and ate the punch in her bullet-wounded shoulder, showing off her endurance. She cocked her fist back for a powerful punch, and…

*SCHLINK!*

cracked the girl right in her face. Blood splatted out from the powerful punch, as she was knocked out-cold in an instant. RD shook the blood off of her spiked-gloves.

“Damn, that bitch got stiff-armed. (1)” RD chuckled lowly, as she watched her out-stretched arms.

She turned to C-Dog, who held his arms up defensively.

…

Pinkie Pie ran at the girl, her blade brandished.

“Nuh-uh!” the guy said, running back at Pinkie Pie, tossing a punch. Pinkie Pie agilely slid under his legs, drawing her blade over his crotch. His scream was blood-curdling, as he dropped over, and fell silent, fondling his manhood in hopes to suppress the pain.

“Oh, that’s foul.” The girl commented, as Pinkie ran at her. Pinkie slashed at her, barely catching the girl with a slice on her shoulder, cutting off some of her hair. But Pinkie left herself too wide open, as she received a devastating hit to the jaw, heavily disorienting her as she collapsed on the ground.

“Oh, you gon’ learn today, hoe.” The girl said walking up to the stunned Pinkie Pie.

“You won’t lay hands on the gang, motherfucker!” Twilight yelled, as she ducked past the two boys confronting her. She slammed the metal pole into the girl’s knee, making her fall over in pain.

“Nuh-uh bitch!” a guy yelled, running up to Twilight and grabbing her from behind. The other punched Twilight once in the face while she was captivated.

“Yo, Twi, you need hel-?” RD began, ducking under a punch from C-Dog. She stopped herself, however, as she witnessed Twilight’s finesse:

As the guy approached to punch Twilight a second time, she brought her feet up, using the boy holding her as her leverage. She then kicked against the approaching boy’s chest powerfully, which caused the boy holding her to fall back. As they both hit the ground, Twilight moved over slightly and elbowed the guy square in the face, sending him to the land of the unconscious.

“Guess not.” Rainbow-Dash said, astonished at her combat finesse. She ran to C-Dog, and both punched at each other. Both connected their punches, but neither backed down. RD then decided to play dirty, and brought her foot up. She then stomped it against C-Dog’s bullet wound; the pain was too much for him, as his right leg gave out.

Twilight looked at the boy who’s arm she likely broke, and smiled. She ran at him and sidestepped his punch. In a swift movement, she gracefully twirled around him, and grabbed his broken arm, as he gasped in pain.

She then used the leverage of the arm to toss him over her back, as he slammed headfirst into the ground, knocking him out. Twilight looked over to Pinkie.

Pinkie Pie mercilessly walked up to the girl with the wounded knee, picked her up by the hair, and smacked her face into the corner of the bookshelf.

Twilight watched Pinkie strangely. “I thought RD said she wasn’t into violence…” Twilight thought. Pinkie Pie met Twilight’s gaze, and as Twilight stared into her eyes, she noticed that there was a dull shine in her eyes, compared to the usual life-filled one.

“… What the fuck…?” Twilight thought, in confusion. She shook her head, and ran to help Rainbow Dash with the last one; C-Dog.

“Not so tough now, are you C-Bitch?” Rainbow Dash laughed.

“Three versus six, and you still get ya ass-whooped. C’mon dawg…” RD said, mocking him. He got up and backed away.

“You’re ALL gonna regret this! I am fucking done fucking around! Next time, shit is gonna go down, believe it!” Clarence said.

“Empty words, bitch. I told you, the end of you starts now. Same for the rest of your Death Lotus gang. Get as many boys as you want, watch all their bodies drop.” Rainbow Dash said. C-Dog took off down the hall. RD sighed and stared at the unconscious and bruised bodies around them. “Shit man, we gonna need a clean-up on isle 3!” RD joked.

“Omigod, omigod, omigod!!!!! Did someone actually just stand up to the Death Lotus??? I can’t believe it!” the librarian said, freaking out. She jumped over her counter and ran up to the three girls, holding out a notepad.

“Please, can I have your autographs?!” she said. RD looked her up and down, and licked her lips. She was quite young, and had a pretty nice body as well.

“Of course, baby-girl.” RD said, her whole attitude changing. The girl handed her a marker.

She and the others quickly signed.

RD discreetly winked at her and tilted her cap. She ever-so slightly indicated for the girl to hit her up.

The librarian walked away, feeling pleased that she made associates with rebels against the all-powerful DL.

“What’s the plan now, Ms. Infatuated?” Pinkie Pie asked, annoyed at RD’s attitude towards the woman.

RD turned and immediately realized her mistake. She twirled around Pinkie Pie and kissed her on the cheek. “No matter how pretty any other lady is, you know you’re the only one for me, babe. Don’t feel no type ‘ah way.” RD said comfortingly.

Pinkie Pie sighed and waved it off. “Seriously, what we do now? It’s 4th period, should we start stocking up, or nah?” Pinkie Pie asked.

Rainbow Dash sat back in thought.

“Nah, nah… We don’t wanna be ready too early, cause it’s gon’ get real complicated if we get caught walkin’ around with our straps too early.” RD decided.

“We’ll get ready 5th… In the meantime, Twilight…” RD began.

“Sup?” Twilight replied.

“What’s your deal? Why you so determined all of a sudden to turn against the DL? You had a high rank with them motherfuckers too… What did they do to you to give that up?” Rainbow Dash asked.

Twilight sat in silence for a long time, as she took in a breath.

“I was 13 years old man… My parents were deadbeats, so they never took care of me. Soon as my brother hit 18, he got married and moved out with me, thankfully. But one day, he ran into some trouble with some officers… He was out on the street moving some bricks (2), when the cops held him up… They wanted to confiscate the stuff from him as well as put him under 15 years of prison for possession of drugs. He knew that 15 years was outrageous for the amount of drugs he had, so he legally and lawfully requested a lawyer multiple times… When they knew he was too educated about the law to put him down so easily, one of them pulled a gun and…” Twilight stopped, and acted out what had happened next.

“His wife saw it go down right outside the house… She ran out with the chopper, but she ain’t last long… Those motherfuckers were blood-thirsty and skilled… Popped her right in the head before she could get a full clip off… I’m telling you, they just wait to use all that training they receive, those carnivorous fucks… The smiles on their smug ass little faces when they fucking did it… Me being so fucking young and useless…!” Twilight reminisced in frustration.

“After, they had me kiss up to they asses just to live… When I found out that the DL really had control over the government, I knew those motherfuckers had to go down… They had to all die; they wasn’t just some bullshit street gang anymore. They had real dangerous power… I wanted to make them feel that sadness, feel that shame, and feel that impending moment of sure-death… I want them to pay.” Twilight finished.

RD nodded, in thought. “So that’s why she said we’re not very different… Still though…” RD thought, before shaking herself from her inner-voice.

RD put her hand on Twilight’s shoulder. “No worries homie… It all starts with that Clarence bitch. I’m – no, we – will kill everything and everyone he loves, slowly… We’ll rip his status apart one encounter a time, and only when he’s broken, helpless, and dead inside, do we pop him.” RD said. Twilight simply nodded, refusing to speak.

“Iight… C’mon y’all, let’s gear up. 5th period nearly here, it’s time to get ready to run this drill.” Pinkie Pie said, uncomfortable with the mood. She felt unconnected, as she was never directly wronged by the DL. But Rainbow Dash was basically her other half; so if they hurt RD, they hurt Pinkie Pie, and that was unacceptable.

“Right… Let’s make us some moola (3) today gals.” RD said, gathering her things as they all left.

*Nearly 15 minutes later*

The three girls were in the girls’ dressing room. It was the perfect time, as there were no fitness classes at this time, so there was no need to change, ensuring their spot would be empty. They had stored their things in a broken ventilation system. RD pulled out the three duffel bags, as they got to work picking things out.

“Oh hell yeah… These Crips don’t stand a chance…” RD chuckled, as she pulled out an assault rifle and strapped it to her back. She also fitted on her special gloves. On her belt, she strapped on 5 hollow-tips. She then strapped an extra handgun to her chest. She carried the duffel bag with her.

“No joke… They’ll be stupid to go shooting at us with artillery like this.” Twilight chuckled, strapping on her own assault rifle. She strapped on her own special bullets: incendiary bullets that would explode on contact.

“I heard Applejack is the one in charge of those Crips you was talkin’ bout, Dashie.” Pinkie Pie said. She strapped a handgun to her chest and a combat knife to her thigh. Her bullets were standard, but she wasn’t meant to be doing heavy work anyhow.

“Applejack? That country girl, burly ass dyke? (4)” RD asked.

“Sounds like her… She been tryna run operations on the DL for a while now… But she went quiet lately… Sounds like a good time to cripple the Crips and make them our own, chief.” Twilight said, locking and loading her weapons.

“Yeah, I hear that. We’ll see what happens…” RD said, zipping up her duffel bag. She quickly shoved a roll of newspaper into her thin jacket.

After some silence, save for the sounds of the girls readying up, the 5th period bell finally rung.

RD stood; she was clad in cyan, with a military-grade AR15. She had on the jet-black gloves, and wore her durag tied around her neck.
“This is some real dangerous shit, fam. I fucking love it.” RD chuckled.

“Agreed. Let’s fuck some shit up.” Twilight laughed, as she held up an AK47. Her durag was tucked inside the collar of her nicely pressed/ironed school uniform shirt.

“Let’s not get too messy guys… Let’s not forget, they’re not the DL, they don’t really deserve it…” Pinkie commented, as she stood, the durag hanging from her pants-pocket.

The three exited the room after a few minutes, when the halls would be clear of students and authority.

RD walked down the hall to the room with a smug smirk, teeth shining in the light. She had the assault rifle slung over her shoulder with one hand like a cliché badass. The handgun strapped to her chest shook with every step she took.

Twilight was next to her. She already had her durag tied around her face, but from the upper-half of her face, the determination in her face could be seen. She wanted to prove her fealty. She walked with the rifle strapped to her back, holding the strap with one hand, ready to let loose.

Pinkie Pie was beside the 2; her facial features were more timid and regretful, as if she was already living the regret of their future actions. Her durag hung from her pocket, and she held a sharp, shiny blade in her hand, preferring that over the handgun strapped to her chest.

They all finally arrived at the designated room, hearing the boisterous students within the room; nothing short of what street-thugs would be doing in school.

All looked at each other and nodded. They all tied their durags on, as RD delivered a powerful kick to the door, making it swing open swiftly.
RD and Twilight rushed in; RD shot just a few bullets in the air to catch the attention of the rowdy class. Pinkie Pie stayed outside, looking down both ways to make sure their run went smoothly without outside interruption.

The teacher, startled and afraid for his life, stumbled back against the wall, and fell in with the students, who stared at the two girls, faces unchanged by the fact that they had guns aimed at their heads.

“Everybody listen the fuck up!” RD spoke into the silence of the crowd. She took a durag from her pocket and flashed it, shaking it as she jumped on top of the teacher’s desk. She made a makeshift “Rb” with her hands; the hand sign for the new gang.

“This shit is about to get hit. So look, if you wanna keep your life, I would suggest you listen the fuck up!” RD yelled menacingly. She took off her duffel bag, and opened it, tossing it on a vacant desk not far from the teacher’s desk she stood upon.

“If y’all wanna live, you’re gonna put anything and everything that’s worth something in the bag. Got it?” RD asked.

Twilight, beside her, held up her assault rifle and cleared her throat. “And let’s be real clear; if we find anything -anything – that was supposed to be in the bag, but isn’t… It’s a wrap (5)” Twilight said.

Nobody made a move. The air grew silent for about 15 seconds, before a laugh was heard from a boy in the front of class.

RD jumped down from the teacher’s desk and stood opposite the boy. “Is something funny, lil nigga?” RD asked, annoyed.

“Yeah; the fact that ya little ragtag-ass gang is really tryna run a drill. Y’all ain’t shit, never will be.” The boy laughed.

RD stood silent. She strapped the rifle onto her back, and unsheathed her handgun. She then held it to his forehead.

“You want to be the first to meet God, my nigga? Just say the word, cause I got one itchy ass trigger finger, bitch.” RD said with a low, cold voice.

The boy stood silent…

RD then took her other hand, and punched the boy right in the middle of his face, hard, breaking his nose on impact. The boy was pushed back from the force, falling on the ground and clutching his bleeding nose.

“That’s what the fuck I thought.” RD said, unsheathing her rifle once again.

“Now lemme ask, who else got some smart shit to say, huh? Huh?!” RD yelled.

She nodded approvingly at the silence, before she walked back to the front of the class.

“Now I know who y’all are, and who y’all rep. So all that Crip pride you got, I would drop that shit right now if you wanna live. I won’t say it again, put the fucking shit in the bag!” RD yelled, taking aim with her rifle for effect.

The teacher, and a few students dropped their money from their wallets, cards, and other valuables into the large duffel bag.

The others, mostly clad in blue, stood adamant. At that moment, RD decided it was time to push things on a bit.

“Okay, so I see we got some niggas in here that really think they’re invincible or some shit, so let’s run things along, huh?” RD said, walking into the crowd. Twilight held her gun, aiming, her finger on the trigger… She felt like a battle was gonna break out at any moment now.

RD spotted a girl in a cowboy hat, with a blue lace around it. She shoved past the few boys in blue, as they made a circle around RD and the girl.

This girl wore some simple cargo pants with a tank-top. She was quite built; just her build was intimidating enough to turn off the normal person.

“The fuck is takin’ y’all so long?! Security gonna be here to check the gunshots in like 3 minutes yo!” Pinkie yelled bursting into the room.

“One second, babe!” RD yelled. Pinkie sighed, and took a place next to Twilight, unsheathing her handgun.

“I had enough ‘ah this shit. Who the fuck are you?” The girl asked, under her hat.

RD and the girl stared each other down. “So you that Apple-bitch I hear about?” RD asked with hostility. “Heard you real big with the Crips…” RD commented.

She tugged on her hat slightly, with a smirk. “Top-Dog, hoe. Name’s Applejack.” She said. “So I’m gonna ask one mo’ time… Who the fuck is your puny ass, stepping to my gang?” AJ asked.

“Top-Law of the Rainbooms, bitch. Only space for one on the top though, I’m afraid.” RD said, cracking her knuckles.

“Not using that gun will be the biggest mistake of your life. And most likely the last: my boys got trigger fingers, girl. You really thought you had some influence here?” Applejack asked with a smile.

It was at this moment, that RD experienced her ulterior intuition; she sensed the aura of a killing intent… All around her, in the boys that surrounded them.

Pinkie and Twilight saw that something seemed to be going wrong, as Rainbow-Dash slowly started inching for her rifle once again…

“You’re already dead, and you don’t even know it.” Applejack said… For some reason, RD got a chill in her spine, and a cold sweat, as she realized that she was surrounded by Applejack and her boys… She had forced herself into the disadvantage!

[Slow-Motion Initiates…]

2 boys besides Applejack began to dig into their sweaters. An additional 2 boys behind RD did the same.

“GUN!” Twilight yelled, as she and Pinkie barged into the circle, standing beside RD. They both aimed their guns at the boys behind RD, shoving their hands in their sweater.

RD, in a swift and impressive display of strength and reflexes, unsheathed both her rifle and handgun in each hand, aiming either at the boys beside Applejack that had their hands in their sweaters.

This all happened before even a single breath could be taken, and clothes fluttered dramatically with the swift movement.

[Slow-Motion Ceases…]

The sound of movement stopped completely. RD held her guns firm at the boys, as did the crouching Pinkie and Twilight behind her.

Applejack chuckled, standing a few feet from RD. “So you aren’t just some ragtag gang…” she commented.

“If I see any movement, bullets are gonna fly.” RD warned.

Applejack grew a smirk.

“Movement.” She said, as she ran at RD, and the boys beside her withdrew guns.

Several gunshots went off, as people moved for cover. Four bodies already laid dead on the floor, fortunately, none were of RD, Pinkie, nor Twilight.

Twilight shoved over several desks, as she and Pinkie took cover, and bullets flew. Applejack bashed RD to the ground, causing her to drop the guns.

“Fuck!” RD yelled. She ran for the gun, but Applejack kicked her over, stopping her progress.

She could hear gunfire behind her, and screams. RD spotted the teacher beside her, and her heart throbbed as she realized he had been hit by a stray bullet. In the one second that they faced each other, his pale eyes, middle-aged features, and fearful face brought back memories… Memories of her own past…

“Why…?” he uttered, in his dying breaths. “Why would you… do this…?” he gasped.

“What… what did I do to…” he began, with a cough, as blood spluttered onto his chin. “… to deserve this…?” he asked, heartbroken.

RD felt knots in her throat, as she became oblivious to her surroundings, entering a lapse. Her eyes stung with a familiar pain…

She took her hands and pressured his wound, as bullets flew over her, and a foe approached her.

“I… I have a daughter… What… What will she do in a world like this without me…?” he asked weakly, as tears poured from his eyes. “I was all she had left…” he said weakly, sobbing softly.

RD tried her best to comfort him, not being able to utter a word due to the knots in her throat.

“Why w-” he began, but RD was snapped out of her lapse, as she heard Pinkie yell at her.

“RD, what the fuck are you doing?! Snap the fuck out of it, dawg!” Pinkie yelled over gunfire, just as Applejack kneed her in the gut, pushing her back against the ground.

RD got up, and shook her head. “The fuck you doing, bitch? Your focus is here.” Applejack smiled, running at her.

RD charged back. She wanted to end this quick, and get that man some help, pronto.

RD punched at Applejack, but she ate the punch, despite her spiked gloves. Applejack smirked against the punch, and grabbed her hands around RD’s neck, choke-slamming her into the ground.

“ACK!” RD yelled arching her back in pain. “You fucking gorilla bitch!” RD groaned, getting up and backing away. She felt a bullet whiz by her hair, and promptly ducked.

“Oh shit… That could’ve been the end!” RD said, crouching. She realized how screwed up of a situation they were in… Surrounded by armed killers, with numbers against them, but…

RD’s eyes met with that of the man’s again. RD shook her head.

“Hell no… I refuse to be like them.” RD muttered to herself, as she ran at Applejack. She couldn’t take her head-on, so she’d have to play this her way.

Applejack smirked at RD running straight at her. “Trying again, bitch?” Applejack asked with a smirk. RD was silent. Just as she reached AJ, she figured it was time to try something she once saw on a movie.

She jumped over AJ in a tuck-and-roll fashion, locking her legs around AJ’s neck. In a powerful swing, she brought AJ over her body, and slammed her into the ground head-first, using her leg-strength.

She stood, breathing slightly heavy. That took some energy to do. AJ was now motionless on the ground.

“Great, she’s down! Now quick, help us mop these fuckers up!” Twilight yelled, ducking down.

“Right!” RD yelled, as she ran for her rifle and handgun. She strapped the rifle to her back, and loaded the handgun.

She looked around the area, and saw about another 4 boys.

“Lemme show y’all how it’s done. T, pass them incen bullets.” RD ordered. Twilight quickly handed her the incendiary ammunition.

RD loaded 5 of the bullets into her handgun. She then bravely jumped over the table with a sort of bloodlust.

One boy stood up from behind cover to shoot, but RD popped him in the head, as a chunk of his skull flew off from the small explosion the bullet created.

“Ohhhhhhh my god, I don’t like that!” Pinkie commented, ducking behind cover as she held her mouth, feeling sick.

“Fucking nasty!” RD yelled in a sadistic manner. She picked up the boys handgun, and turned to another boy taking aim. She threw the handgun at his head, stunning him, and turned to another boy that was prepared to shoot.

Taking a sloppy shot, RD hit the boys hand, knocking off some of his fingers, as he fell to the ground in pain.

She then turned to the boy she threw the gun at shot him in the neck, blowing half of it away, as he fell to the ground.

RD turned back to the boy who she shot, to find that he picked back up the gun with his other hand, aiming it at her. Quickly, she ran at him, and slid across the ground, near his feet. She pulled the trigger under him, aimed at his head, as his jaw flew clean off, and he dropped.

RD slowly walked behind the last desk, where the last boy was hiding. Both got up and aimed their guns at each other.

“Drop the gun buddy… I got 2 others on you right now.” RD said, gesturing her head to the 2 girls behind her.

After a few seconds of silence, he dropped the gun.

“Now get the fuck on. And tell the rest of your gang that the Rainbooms own the Crips now.” RD said, as the boy backed away silently, and ran out the door swiftly, most likely fearing for his life.

“That could’ve gone better…” Twilight commented, as she looked around the room.

It was a bloodbath. There were a few small limbs around the room from the incendiary rounds RD just used. Not only that, but several parts of the ground and walls were painted in thick red.

“Yeah, but… Whatever. Start looting what you can, and drop it in the duffel bag. I don’t care if it has blood on it, we can clean that shit off later. I got some business to attend to.” RD said, ordering them off, as she knelt next to the teacher, who she feared was drawing his last breaths.

“What’re you doing? Come on and help us! We gotta do this quick before authority show up!” Twilight urged.

“Man, what the fuck did I just say?! I have business to attend to! Now stop fucking around, and do what the FUCK I SAID!” RD yelled angrily. Twilight was stunned at the sudden form of aggression.

“Dashie… What’s wrong?” Pinkie asked, as she approached RD, who was looking over the middle-aged man, trying to help him in any way. RD took off her durag-mask and used it to press the wound further, hoping it would help.

“Don’t worry sir, we can get you to a hospital!” RD reassured. She tried to pick him up, but he groaned, and swatted her away.

He shook his head. “It’s too late… Too late for that… You’re just a good for nothing thug…” the man spoke, with a lump in his throat. “Now my little girl is gonna be out there, with nobody to look after her. Those streets are gonna eat her up! What is my girl gonna do…?!” he sobbed.
“I… I’m sorry, sir…” RD said simply. She couldn’t say anymore, the knots in her throat were growing too tight.

“You’re not sorry…! Just look at you! You fucking good-for-nothing thug!” The man cried.

The man sobbed more. “I won’t even… get to tell her… that I love her one last… time…” the man spoke in between gasps for air.

RD slammed her fist into the ground beside the man, fracturing her knuckle. The uncomfortable crack in bone was heard. Several tears dropped from RD’s eyes. She couldn’t take it anymore. The similarity was too spot-on.

“I… I… I…!” RD couldn’t speak anymore. She sobbed with the man, falling onto her butt and holding her head in her hands.

“The fuck is going on man? What is this shit? The fuck is up with her??” Twilight asked, confused.

“Shut up and go put shit in the bag. I’ll handle this.” Pinkie said solemnly, in a heavy contrast to her usual mood.

“You? Of all people? Handle this?” Twilight asked, skeptically.

Pinkie turned to Twilight, and as Twilight stared back, she noticed a faint, murky, black aura around Pinkie Pie. She also noticed that her eyes were an unsettlingly crimson-red. “Do I have to say it twice?” Pinkie asked.

Twilight had never felt someone instill that kind of intimidation on her in a long time, and she swiftly obeyed, looting the lifeless bodies scattered around the room.

Pinkie walked up to the sobbing Rainbow-Dash, and violently ripped her hands off of her face.

“RD, look at me.” Pinkie said. RD stared at her, with her puffy eyes.

“You are the leader of a gang. If you break, we break! So let me tell you two things: one, I love you, and two, I’m sorry.” Pinkie said. She pulled her into a comforting kiss, and then pulled away.

In a sudden moment, she brought her hand across RD’s cheek violently and forcefully.

RD held her red, slightly swollen cheek and looked at Pinkie with surprised eyes. “Snap the fuck out of it! I don’t want to say it again!” Pinkie yelled. “I understand why you’re like this, but the second you chose to be in this gang, you chose to be a heartless motherfucker! Someone that would sacrifice their most-loved if it meant the gang would live, do you understand?!” Pinkie asked.

RD was silent, and unmoving. Rather than nodding, she only stood, and took a deep, calming breath. She wiped her face, and prepared to speak.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. Twilight, you all done?” RD asked with a scratchy voice; the after-effect of sobbing.

“Yeah, just about everything useful we’ll get from these fuckers.” Twilight said from across the room. Suddenly, they all heard an announcement come on.

“Code red, we have a code red. The perpetrator is in the building, I repeat, the felon is in the building.” The announcement stated.
“Okay, that means it’s time to go.” Twilight commented.

“Not yet,” RD said. She knelt next to the dying man, who hadn’t even the life-energy left to cry.

“Sir, where do you live? What is your daughter’s name?” RD asked in a proper-tone, dropping her street-slang.

“Why… why should I tell you…?” the man asked.

“Because you won’t be alive to take care of her! And we don’t have time for you to tell me of anyone else worthy to do it! I promise sir, on my life – on my pride as a thug – I will see to it that your little girl is protected.” RD said.

The man had no choice… It was either trust this stranger that had killed him which could:
1) Result in his girl being saved from the streets after his death, or
2) his girl being taken advantage of by these hoodlums.

Or, he could deny her the fact, and have his little girl be eaten up by the streets anyway… There was only one logical choice.

“I don’t like you… I hate you… I hate you from the bottom of my heart for being the reason I’m going to die today… I fucking despise you, you piece of shit scum…” the man began, as RD knelt by him, each word stabbing her a thousand times in her heart.

“Hey!” Pinkie said, but RD stopped her, hushing her.

“But… You’re her only chance, so please… Please prove my dead body wrong… Please show her that you’re not just some heartless thug…” he pleaded.

“She lives at 1352 Hope Avenue… The keys are in my desk… Please, just promise me you’ll take care of her…” the man asked, gasping more and more.

RD picked up his cold hand, and held it to her heart. “I promise, sir…” RD said, as she finally felt his hand go stiff in her chest.

Everybody went silent.

“The fuck is this…? A charity show…?” a familiar voice asked. As RD looked up to the person speaking, she saw that familiar cowboy hat… The light behind her put an eerie interrogation shading over her, hiding her face; however, the blood leaking down her face couldn’t be hidden.

RD, in a fit of rage, threw a solid punch at Applejack’s jaw. Applejack was silent, letting it happen for whatever reason. Bringing her other arm back, RD prepared to punch again, but AJ caught it, staring down at her with an unreadable face.

“You disrespectful bitch! You take that fucking hat off, have some respect for the dead!” RD yelled angrily, losing control of herself again.

“But you can kill all these people and not once feel obligated to remove your mask, huh? Fucking hypocrite.” AJ spat. She tossed RD back across the room with great strength. RD smashed into the teacher’s desk, next to the duffel bag.

Pinkie and Twilight both immediately held AJ at gunpoint. “However… Unlike these fake ass dudes these days, I can admit when I’m bested…” AJ said, gesturing to the slew of death around her.

“Who are y’all? Y’all ain’t no normal thugs, that’s fo’ sho’(6). What y’all rep, what’s ya name?” AJ interrogated, despite her position.

“The RainBooms. And me? I’m their leader, Top-Law.” Rainbow-Dash said, casually picking herself up from the smashed teacher’s desk, and dusting herself off. Something clicked in AJ’s head at that moment.

“Wait a fucking second… That DL raid… That was y’all?!” AJ exclaimed. “The names match up from the newspapers! B-but, how?! We’ve been trying for years to catch those fuckers lackin, and ya little ragtag ass gang does it overnight?!” AJ said in disbelief.

RD tapped her chest mildly. “Power of the RBs; never underestimate.” She said. “Now, I got a proposition for you, Ms. Apple.” RD said.

“And I wanna make this real quick, cause in a minute here, we gonna have authorities up to our cervixes.” She chuckled at her own comment. Seeing that nobody else appreciated the joke, she continued.

“Look, AJ. You’re the leader of a large gang… Not necessarily skilled or powerful, but large nonetheless. I want to take your gang under our wing, and help it take down your rival; the Pirus, or Bloods, whatever the fuck you wanna call ‘em.” RD proposed.

“And what if I refuse? It’s not exactly like I’m entirely hopeless here…” Applejack chuckled. For someone who had 3 skilled killers with her in the room, she seemed quite confident, which sent off some triggers calling for caution. Instinctively, Pinkie and Twilight backed off slightly.

“If you don’t? Well, let me put this in simple terms, just for you baby-girl: I will personally run drills day-after-day until we root out little opps like you, and clock them motherfuckers one-by-one… Whoever decides they wanna be a rebel, well they can die just like these motherfuckers did today.” RD explained. AJ was silent for a while.

“… I want to be real clear; I’m not joining you because I personally care for the well-being of my gang, or its members. I’m only joining you, because for once, I see someone with enough resolve, ruthlessness, and power to finally rip apart the Pirus, and more importantly, the DL; I’ll help you.” Applejack declared.

“I told you, Top, wasn’t just me. There’s something special about you, even she sees it.” Twilight commented.

RD nodded dumbly in half-agreement.

Footsteps could be heard on the opposite wall of the room; there were authorities rushing in from the hall behind the room.

“That’s go time guys! Move out! And you, cowgirl? Stick real close, because if I suspect you of something, I will personally blow your fuckin brains out.” Twilight threatened, as she ran to the door.

Applejack followed closely. “Aim that gun at me bitch; you’ll be on the floor in 3 seconds flat.” She countered, as both exited swiftly.
RD rushed to the man’s dead body, and knelt.

“Dash, there’s no time!” Pinkie urged, as she ran to the door, leaving. But RD didn’t care. For once, she would rely on that which she saw useless; the concept of prayers.

“God, if you have this man in your arms, I want you to hear this. You and I both know what happened 7 years ago… There’s no need to revisit that… What happened here, today? I’m very sorry I sent this man to you early. It was my mistake, my fault. Punish me however you’d like, but please, make sure his daughter grows up happy, satisfied, and without the influence of this disgusting life. Please, instill in me the power to personally see to it that I can give this man his dying wish! God, please… Please, please, please… You know, the last thing I wanted was to ever be like them. I didn’t want to be some ruthless, meaningless killer… I didn’t want it to be like this, God. Please, if you can make it right, make it right! I never want to be like them, ever… Please, if you have the power, see to it that my gang never gets to that level… Thank you, and… Amen…” RD finished praying, as she drew an invisible cross on both her body, and the man’s body, running out of the room at top-speed.

“Fuck that shit. God is a fucking fake anyway.” RD thought to herself, as she retreated from the police units filing in around the corner. She just caught Pinkie turning the corner, and followed.

Wiping her tears in the middle of fleeing, RD decided it was time to take Pinkie’s advice into effect and drop the man’s situation from her mind. “You’ll have all the time to cry like a little bitch when you’re out of this… If you get out this…” RD told herself, finally catching up with the others.

As she ran, she unsheathed her rifle and loaded it.

“Apple-bitch!” she yelled. AJ looked back at her, as they all ran. RD tossed the rifle to her, since she was stronger and would be able to carry it with more speed. AJ gave a satisfying smile.

“Take the back. Toast them pigs if they even put a hand on they holster.” RD said, as she sped past AJ, withdrawing her handgun and leaving Applejack at the back of the running crowd, pursued by a slew of officers.

To be continued…