Applejack and Pinkie Pie sat in the back of an alleyway, hearing the cars zoom by in the dark streets. Pinkie Pie laid in Applejack’s arms, and Applejack had her head against the wall, trying to rest. The bag of weapons and loot lay beside them. They had been pursued by the police for the past 7 hours straight, before they were able to find relaxation in this dead part of the city for some hours. Both were tired and exhausted, and Pinkie Pie still required more urgent medical attention. Applejack was surprised she had even held on so long with minimal, and quite literally, ghetto aid.

Pinkie’s arms were slung around Applejack’s neck for support. She was still breathing heavily, but the bleeding had become fairly minimal from her wound, thankfully. It was much easier to suppress and pressure now.

Applejack slapped Pinkie’s cheeks softly, waking her up from her half-conscious, blood-loss-induced slumber.

“Pinks, you iight? How you feel?” Applejack asked with a quiet voice in the darkness of the alley. Before she spoke, Applejack picked up her phone, using the light to illuminate them both.
Pinkie Pie was still pale, and void of her exuberant colors and attitude, but nonetheless, she looked up and nodded.

With a small squeak, she spoke…

“Rainbow Dash… We gotta get Dashie…”

Applejack put her finger on Pinkie’s lips.

“Relax homie, Rainbow Dash herself said I’m part of the gang now. A thug of my status couldn’t possibly, on their title as a gangster, just leave someone like that for dead. She saved my ass, I’m gon’ do the same, but right now, we gotta worry about our own necks. At least in jail, they won’t be killed or starved. Catch me, Pinks?” Applejack asked, tapping her cheeks again.

Pinkie Pie writhed uncomfortably. “N-no, Dashie…!” Pinkie insisted, breaking from Applejack’s grip.

Applejack sternly kept Pinkie Pie still in her lap. “You need to relax yo, unless you wanna fuck up that bullet in your neck.” Applejack said, turning her phone to her, which only illuminated her face, and part of her hat.

Pinkie calmed down again, as Applejack lifted her arms over her neck again so that Pinkie could rest properly.

As Pinkie fell into a slumber once again, Applejack picked up her phone and dialed a number.

After a few rings, someone picked up.

“Hello…?” an old, scratchy voice talked.

“Granny Smith! Thank goodness, did they come around there yet?” Applejack whispered in worry, careful to not disturb Pinkie too much.

“Applejack, you good-for-nothing troublemaker! The whole fucking block is on fire! People out here gettin’ shot and shit, talkin’ about the Crips taking it to the next level and shit! The fuck were you thinking!?” Granny Smith scolded over the phone.

“Sorry gramma, some shit happened. Long story short, someone attacked me, I was forced into helping them, and now I’m part of their gang.” Applejack sighed.

“I fucking know that! All four of you have been labeled domestic terrorists! You’re public enemies! Have you been sitting on your ass all day? The medias and social medias are going crazy! Who the fuck are these ragtag ass little hoodlums you fuckin with anyway?! The Crips have got you everything you need, and now you just-”

“Gramma, relax! Everything’s gonna be okay, but look-”

“No, it’s not going to be ‘okay’! What the hell did I tell you about keeping it low!? Extortion and drug trafficking is supposed to be the most you do! What the fuck is this I’m hearing about you shooting up schools!? Do you want to end up like your mother and father?!” Granny Smith yelled, as her voice cracked slightly.

Applejack’s mouth wrenched up into a gritted frown.

“Grandma, don’t bring them into this. This is different, and I know it. You don’t know what they’re like, and you don’t understand. We can’t be passive about it anymore.” Applejack said, her tone becoming serious with a hint of anger.

“Don’t you ever bring them into this Grandma. Don’t you fucking do it.” Applejack said.

“… Where are you?” Granny Smith asked.

“We’re on the other side of town, in Pirus’ territory. It’s the only place they wouldn’t think to look.” Applejack said in a low whisper.

“You mean-!?”

“Yeah, yeah… Don’t worry, he’s in jail anyway, they’re pretty passive nowadays.” Applejack interrupted.

“Careful, ‘Jack. You know how those streets are. They’ll put the steel to your head the second they see that hat.” Granny Smith warned.

“I know, G’ma, I know. Look, is it okay if I make my way over? I have a girl that needs some medical attention, and you’re the only one I trust right now knowing about my presence.” Applejack said.

“Of course, dearie. But be careful, and for once, take off the hat. I know it’s your last memento, but it’s not worth getting recognized. Please, ‘Jack.” Granny Smith warned.

“Alright Grandma… Be over soon.” Applejack said, ending the call. She felt her pants for the pistol she was still carrying, and searched Pinkie for a few bullets. Finding a few rounds to spare, she inserted four into her current magazine, and tossed the other three into her pocket.
Applejack then slipped the duffel bag of goodies over her back.

Applejack stood, and her muscles stressed and flexed as she lifted Pinkie bridal style. She still remained in her state of half-consciousness, likely forced by the blood loss.

Just as she exited the alleyway, she saw the mass amount of tough-looking goons walking around in red; and there she was, with a blue flag tucked in her pocket, and no red: she stuck out like a sore thumb.

“It’s gonna be a long walk home… I hope these motherfuckers don’t bring no trouble.” Applejack thought to herself, securing Pinkie in her arms and continuing to walk, feeling glares and stares on her from all directions.

[Some 90 Minutes Later…]

Applejack had finally reached the well-known border between her own Crip territory, and the Bloods’ territory; the train station that stopped on edge of the Everfree Woods.

Applejack began to climb the stairs to take the train back home. Things on the streets seemed to be calmer now. However, as she climbed, she noticed three figures begin to climb directly behind her.

Applejack sighed hard as she clutched Pinkie Pie harder.

As she reached the top, she pulled out her phone, and looked at the time.

“Only 2:54AM. Shit, train won’t reach till about 3:08. Fuck.” Applejack thought, as she just felt the presence of the figures behind her.

She gently placed Pinkie Pie down on the bench. In her state of drunk-like slumber, she immediately fell over into a lying position on the bench. She then removed the duffel bag of goodies that was stolen and placed it next to the half-conscious Pinkie Pie.

Applejack turned to the approaching figures. A girl and two boys, clad in red.

“Beautiful night, ain’t it?” one of the boys called out to her, waving. His pants sagged real low, showing his red shorts underneath. He had gold grills in his teeth.

Applejack smiled and tipped her cowboy hat. “Sure is.” Applejack said, hand on her hips. The girl and boy walked around her, as Applejack tensed herself up. She wasn’t new to this game; one would engage her verbally, the others would try and flank her fields of vision. They’d try to knock her out, and score an easy night of looting.

“Yeah right. They forgot that they fucking with the top-dog of the Crips. Fucking vermin.” Applejack thought.

“Say, I noticed you got a nice bag over there. What’s in it? You know no drug trades go down on this turf without us knowing, right?” the boy asked, smiling and showing off his gold-grills.

“Oh trust me, whatever’s in that bag ain’t got no interest to ye.” Applejack said, watching the other 2, making sure they left Pinkie and the bag alone.

“I’d beg to differ. Run ya pockets.” The boy said, as the three of them surrounded her in a closely-knit triangle.

Applejack dug her hand into her chest slowly, pulling out a half-smoked blunt that she had made last for the duration of her crazy escape.

She ran her tongue over the blunt a little bit, before getting a lighter out of her pocket. She lit the blunt, and took a long, hard pull from the cannabis-filled paper.

“If you wanna keep those gold grills in place, I suggest all three of y’all get the fuck on. I killed enough people today.” Applejack said, cracking her knuckles, talking with the blunt in her mouth.

“Tough talk for a dead bitch.” He said, as he flung out a switchblade, walking up to Applejack slowly.

The other 2 behind her quickly grabbed her arms, subduing her. As Applejack’s tank-top lifted, the blue lace she tied around her hat fell out of her pocket.

“Is that…? Bitch, are you Crip? In Pirus neighborhood??” the boy asked, stopping as he stared at the blue cloth.

“You a dead bitch.” He said, as he lunged at Applejack with the knife. Applejack kicked the balls of the boy behind her, making him release his grip. With her one free hand, Applejack fearlessly grabbed the edges of the blade, stopping its motion. She then dragged the boy to her with her bloody hands and smashed her head into his own as he dropped.

She swiftly turned and punched the girl in the jaw, releasing her grip as well.

Applejack stood back, watching the three who recovered and slowly progressed to her again. She hissed, the slashes on her palm leaking blood.

“Listen, this is y’all last chance to move on. I told you, I killed enough people today, I just want to go home.” Applejack said, as blood dripped from her fingers.

“Oh, boohoo! I wanna go home!” the boy mocked.

Applejack was fed up at that point.

With ferocious swiftness, she quickly pulled out her handgun and shot three bullets. Before any movement was made, all three were hit. Two died on impact. The boy was alive, barely, as he clutched his bleeding chest.

Applejack knelt next to him. “I’d’ve letcha’ live too, since I carry a modesty of respect for y’all Bloods. But… that secret dies with you, boy.”

Applejack said, as she forcefully ripped off his golden grills to sell later. They would be a pretty buck, when she cleaned the blood off of them.

“Wait, no, listen… I fucked with the wrong one, I know it, but please, I got a momma waiting for me to come home tonight… Rent’s due, and the DL’s evicting us soon… I just… I just needed some money for her… I got a lil sister man…!” the boy pleaded through gasps for breath.

“Should’ve known that before you decided to come fuck around on the streets.” Applejack said, as her gun clicked, and she aimed it at him.

Applejack was a thug, but she wasn’t heartless. “Where do they live? And how much do they need?” Applejack asked.

“Three blocks from here, on the Boulevard.” The boy coughed. He then grabbed Applejack’s wrist, giving a wry smile.

“Thank you… Thank you so much, I’m so sorry.” The boy coughed, still clutching his bleeding chest.

“I wasn’t lying when I said that my secret dies with you. Don’t worry though, your family ain’t getting evicted.” Applejack said, as she aimed pressed the gun to his temple.

“Wai-!”

*BOOM!*

…

Applejack sighed and wiped her forehead. Thankfully, not much blood got on her, but her palm was stinging with the slashes and cuts. She grabbed the blade off the boy and pocketed it.

With no care for their burial, Applejack simply dragged the three bodies and tossed them behind the train-station, in the very outskirts of the Everfree Forest.

She then returned to Pinkie Pie and the bag, sitting down and resting her head back for the two minutes she had to wait for the train…

The train finally pulled up slowly, and its doors opened. Applejack tossed the bag in, and carefully carried Pinkie Pie inside. As she walked in, she noticed more people in red, but AJ felt relatively safe with her gun and knife, so she simply laid her head back against the rail.

She tied her blue lace around her hat once again, and knotted her blue durag around her arm. She received nasty looks from the people, but she couldn’t care less. They wouldn’t dare touch her; not while the train was on the way to Crips’ territory.

However, from the boys in red, stood a beautiful woman that had struck Applejack immediately. She was in neither red, nor blue, but an elegant purple. She wore a slick, glittery dress, had beautiful blue eyes, and luscious bluish-purple hair.

Tipping her hat back, Applejack gave a smile. “Why hello there, young lady.” Applejack began, walking around towards the woman.

“Say, ain’t it a bit late for someone as pretty as you ta be walkin’ around in parts like these?” Applejack asked, hands on her hips.

The girl licked her lips, running her hand over Applejack’s cheek.

“I could say the same, judging from all that blue on you and the direction of town you’re coming from.”

Applejack was stunned. Her touch and tone was so seductive and alluring. Applejack was losing herself already.

“I-I can handle myself well, missy. I’m uh, - I’m more worried about… you.” Applejack said, struggling to say something so cheesy.

“Oh, really? That blood on your vest and hand tells me otherwise.” She said, as she ran her hands over Applejack’s chest, and grabbed her bloody hand.

“D’you want help, dear?” she asked.

“No, no, I’m fine.” Applejack said, tracking her face with her eyes like a baby addicted to shiny keys.

“Hey, Rares, you coming on or what? We at the stop. Any further, and I don’t think we going anywhere.” One of the boys called out.

The woman didn’t even bother to look back. She was focused on Applejack. “No, I’m fine dears. I’ll catch up with you all later.” She said, giving a seductive smile to Applejack.

Suddenly, a girl got up and grabbed the woman’s forearm.

“It’s time to go, come on!” the girl insisted to the beautiful woman.

“Let go of me!” the woman yelled. The girl forcefully pulled the woman, and that was the last straw.

“I said, let go!” she yelled, before slugging a punch into the girl’s gut, and immediately after, her throat. The girl fell back, holding her throat and gasping for her lost air.

“Ayyy, whoa!” the others in red yelled, getting up defensively and beginning to approach the woman.

“Ay girl, get back, and watch that Pink one back there.” Applejack said, grabbing the woman she had just met, and pulling out her gun. The gun was currently unloaded, she’d have to rely on bluffing.

“Any of y’all wanna keep ya skull, I reckon ya sitcha’ ass down, y’hear?” Applejack asked, twisting her hat a little bit.

The boys stood in agitated tension, as the girl finally stood again.

“What, you think I got something to lose right now? Bitch-,” the girl began running towards Applejack.

“Shit!” Applejack cursed, tossing the gun into the girl’s forehead, stunning her.

“Stupid bitch, it was unloaded! Get her!” a boy yelled, as they began to rush Applejack.

“Shit.” Applejack yelled, before she was piled upon. She tossed one boy off, bashing his head into the pole. She quickly unsheathed her stolen knife and slashed, but missed, as they backed away.

“Watch it.” A boy said, as they approached her carefully. Applejack ran up and stabbed, but missed. The boy elbowed her in the chin, but Applejack was tough; she kneed him. The girl she threw the gun at, however, got up and punched the back of Applejack’s head. As she turned, the two boys behind her restrained her by holding onto her arms tight.

“Goddamn, this bitch strong!” one of the boys yelled, struggling to hold her.

“Hold her still. I want her to feel this one.” The girl said, as she slugged her arm back. As she flew forward and released the punch, Applejack fell back. As she stood again, the girl held the knife, and the boys were in front of her, ready to pounce.

Applejack panted slightly, bruised and clearly outnumbered.

“Fuck… Still not close to a stop, either…! You just had to go talk to the pretty face, huh?” Applejack thought to herself.

The boys ran forward. The first tried to punch at her, but she endured the punch to her ribs, and instead elbowed the boys forehead, as he staggered. The other boy backed off slightly from the stares of the approaching Applejack.

The girl, taking Applejack’s moment of unpreparedness, lunged at Applejack with the knife.

Applejack, noticing her late, simply held her shoulder up to guard.

As the cold blade tore through her flesh and she hit the floor, she yelled loudly.

“Fuck!”

The girl mounted the grounded Applejack, holding the knife high. As she brought it down-

*BOOM!*

Everything was still. Applejack pushed the still girl off of her, as she fell next to her, limbs slightly stiffened as her breathing slowed.

“What, you didn’t think the bullet would pass through and fuck me up too? Reckless, man.” Applejack said, with a smile to Pinkie Pie, who was laying back, head up and arm extended, gun in hand.

“Now, now dear, relax. You’re still alive.” The woman that had stole Applejack’s eyes said.

“Oh shit, bro, bro! They fuckin’ shot her! They shot her!” one of the boys yelled running to her body.

Applejack stood, and withdrew the knife from her stiff hands, holding it above the two boys.

“Run ya pockets.” She said simply, holding the bloody knife to their heads.

Without a word, they dropped everything they had. Applejack swooped it up and placed it in the duffel bag beside Pinkie Pie.

“You’re gonna let them live? After all of that? You’re nicer than most of these normal thugs.” the woman noted, running her hands through her bluish-purple hair.

“Oh, I don’t care. My boys on the stop’ll decide what happens to them. With all that red they’re wearing, they won’t get far.” Applejack said, loud enough for the two boys to hear, as she picked up her tossed gun and concealed it once again.

“Say, what’s your name?” Applejack asked, as she removed her tank top to wrap her arm. She still had a sports bra underneath.

The woman stared at Applejack’s toned core and defined arms. Applejack’s ego only inflated, as her smirk grew beneath her hat.

“The name’s Rarity.” Rarity began, trailing her fingers gently over Applejack’s abs and licking her lips.

“I don’t usually drool over a girl, but you look just male enough to trick my desires.” Rarity cooed.

“That’s sounding like I can catch your number?” Applejack asked with a bit of hope.

“Oh, you won’t need it. You’ll be seeing me again.” Rarity said, backing away.

“What? But you don’t even know my name!” Applejack said.

“What, I don’t know the name of one of the four new public enemies? Get real, darling.” Rarity said, with a small smirk.

“You knew? You know you’re getting into some hot water just talking to me, then?” Applejack asked.

“And from the looks of it, you hadn’t planned on telling me either. Was pretty ‘ol me just a hit-and-run for you then? Not even important enough to know at least a little bit about you?” Rarity asked with puppy-eyes, advancing slowly up to Applejack.

Applejack grew a small red tint on her cheeks as she backed away slowly. “W-well… we had just met, and… y’know how shit is, right? I mean, it’s kinda serious too, and l-like I said, we just met, ‘n shit…” Applejack trailed on, stumbling over her words.

“Oh, so tough and so easy to tease… You’ll be fun.” Rarity spoke seductively trailing her finger over Applejack’s bottom-lip.

The train finally stopped, as Rarity stood by the door.

“I’ll be seeing you, Applejack.” Rarity said, giving a wink, before she walked off. Applejack was stuck in a trance for a few seconds, before she ran out to look for her again. As she looked down both aisles, she noticed nothing at all.

“What the fuck…?” Applejack thought, as she walked back inside, grabbing Pinkie Pie and the duffel bag. She noticed that the two boys were already gone. They didn’t even bother to take care of the girl, who grew paler by the second.

Applejack sighed heavily, and decided against disposing of her body after a few seconds of contemplation.

Instead, she simply stepped off the train, with the duffel bag over her shoulder and Pinkie Pie in her arms.

“You are not making this stab-wound any easier to deal with.” Applejack groaned, as she walked down the steps.

“Ayo, what’s good Applejack!!!” one boy in blue yelled, running up to her with a bright smile.

“Braeburn! Yo, what’s good man?” Applejack asked.

“Nothing. I heard you been fuckin’ shit up bruh. You a big man now, huh?” Braeburn chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah… Look, keep my shit here low, alright? Fuckin pigs all over this city looking for me. I need to get to Smith’s. That way looking clear, or nah?” Applejack asked.

“Yeah, pretty much. The Crips gathered heavy down there, y’know we adamant about protecting your block.” Braeburn said.

“Good. How’s Applebloom?” Applejack asked, as she walked.

“She chillin’. But she’s worried about you, Applejack. Y’know, we all been talking to you about how reckless you’re getting with all this new shit.” Braeburn said.

“Oh, not you too. I know what the fuck I’m doing, Braeburn, okay??” Applejack said, already exasperated from the conversation she had with Granny Smith a couple of hours prior.

“Iight, iight, you got it fam. Listen, Applejack… We gotta talk.” Braeburn said.

“I don’t do talking, Burns.” Applejack said.

“Yeah? What if it was about Big Mac?” Braeburn said.

Applejack stopped. “The fuck you saying his name for? The fuck did I say about mentioning him, Braeburn?” Applejack asked, sending an angry glare.

“Look, hear me out… This is serious.” Braeburn said.

Silent, Applejack continued walking, as Braeburn trailed hesitantly.

“Well, fucking speak then, nigga. Already got me thinking about that bitch anyway.” Applejack said with venom lacing her words.

“I smuggled some letters he was sending out from the penitentiary he’s in… Y’know, the one that the DL runs? He’s planning something.” Braeburn began.

“Go on.” Applejack said.

“He says he’s gonna get out soon. He’s confident too. And you know, Big Mac never runs his mouth unless he knows he’s sure.” Braeburn said.

Applejack grew a smirk on her face. “So that fucking asswipe is finally gonna get out the pound, huh? How long it sound like we got?” Applejack asked.

“Few days, at best. It’s a plan that’s been at progress for a hot minute, and it seems he just got some new recruits that complete his plan. It’s. About. To. Go. Down.” Braeburn said in all seriousness.

“Tell the gang I said to be on high-alert. You damn fucking right it’s about to go down. Make sure all of them are ready for war, you know what’s about to go down.” Applejack said, the smirk on her face growing.

“Got it, boss. Good luck.” Braeburn said, walking off.

“Peace.” Applejack dismissed.

“So he’s coming back, huh…? Good luck, bro… You’ll fucking need it.” Applejack thought, before she walked into the humble house, her face covered by the shadow of her hat: all that was seen was her bitter grin.

Author's Note

Welp, finally got this piece done. Not much to really say here, except that this chapter felt like a lot of boring exposition that was meant to simply move the story forward.

Once again, if you're unfamiliar with some of the language or lingo, simply lemme know and I'll clarify immediately. Do keep in mind that the story is purposely worded the way it is, so some language is expected to be unfamiliar.

That is all. Don't forget to R&R, authors love it when you do that. Byeeee! ^-^