The Thug Life Chose Me

Applejack looked upon the door of her house. It read, “1350”, and the corner nearby read “Hope Avenue”.

Applejack walked into her home, grateful to be back. She had been carrying Pinkie Pie all day, running from the cops, having shootouts, and fighting. Her body ached terribly.

As she set Pinkie against the wall in her entrance corridor, she heard a yell.

“Applejack! Get yer’ ass in here!” an old, familiar voice yelled.

Applejack sighed, steeling herself for her punishment. As she walked into the room, she saw Granny Smith, standing with her hands on her hips. She may have been old, but she was still strong.

She wore simple basketball shorts with a tank-top. Her hair was white and scraggly, rolled up into a makeshift bun.

She stomped over to Applejack, and pulled a fist back. Applejack sighed, not even bothering to attempt to dodge.

*WHACK!*

Granny Smith had slugged a punch right into Applejack’s nose. Applejack sat on her butt, holding her nose, as blood dripped and leaked from it.

“For fuck’s sake, granny…” Applejack groaned.

“Don’t you talk to me like that, missy!” Granny Smith yelled, kicking Applejack’s chin, causing her to bite into the flesh of her upper lip.

Applejack spat blood, as more simply leaked out of her mouth, standing up.

“Look Gran’ma, I’m sorry, okay?” Applejack pleaded. She really hated taking these beatings.

“I told you if you come home on that bullshit, I’m kickin yer’ ass, didn’t I!?” Granny Smith asked.

“Yes Grandma, you did.” Applejack said, looking down. She already towered over Granny Smith, so she put as much strength as possible into looking down further, beyond her gaze.

“Fuckin’ public enemy? You shittin’ me, girl?” Granny Smith asked, punching Applejack right in the part of her arm where she was stabbed.

Applejack hissed, holding the slightly-red tank-top covering her wound.

“Oh come the fuck on, Gran’ma! You see that shit!?” Applejack asked in a whiny voice, pointing to the wound.

“Yeah, your stupid ass needed a bullet instead!” Granny Smith yelled.

“Now come here and give me a goddamn hug.” Granny Smith said sternly. Applejack walked up, and Granny Smith hugged her tightly.

It wasn’t that Granny Smith was stronger than Applejack, it was just the hierarchy of the family that they respected so much. Therefore, Applejack wouldn’t dare defend herself or retaliate.

“I’m glad your safe, dearie. Don’t you ever scare us like that again.” Granny Smith said, hugging Applejack even tighter.

“You guys are stupid…” Applejack said, smiling as she hugged her grandmother.

“This girl got a long way to go before she get put six feet under.” Applejack said.

“A-A-Applejack…!?” a small, young voice stuttered.

Applejack pulled back, and saw her little sister, Applebloom, hugging a worn teddy bear. She wore highwater-jeans that were torn a bit, and an oversized t-shirt. She had tears on her face, and a bit of liquid running from her nose. Her lips quivered.

“Y-y-you’re okay!!!” Applebloom cried, running up to Applejack and jumping. Applejack caught her and hugged her spinning her around.

Applebloom cried into her bare chest, as she was still only in her sports bra.

“Of course I’m okay.” Applejack said.

Applebloom pulled back, showing her messy face.

“B-but, the news! All the cars and guns, and then they said a big shootout!!! They said… T-they said…!” Applebloom started, her sobs picking up again.

“T-th-that they wouldn’t l-l-live! And you were there, on the cameras! I thought they’d k-k-”

“Shh, it’s okay sugar-cube, I’m here, and I’m okay.” Applejack said in a soft voice, pushing Applebloom’s head back into her chest, and massaging her head and hair.

Applebloom’s soft sobs slowed, and then stopped.

Granny Smith smiled, and Applejack smiled back.

Then, stumbling was heard. As the eyes turned towards the doorway, there was Pinkie Pie, standing, still pale.

“Oh shit, Grandma, I forgot!” Applejack said, putting Applebloom down.

“She needs help! Your help! You’re great with this kinda stuff!” Applejack pleaded.

“My god, she’s one of them, ain’t she? Oh my, is she usually this pale?” Granny Smith said, rushing over to Pinkie Pie, and laying her on the ground.

“Quick, ‘Jack, go get my fluffy white bath towel. ‘Bloom, go grab my goody kit in the kitchen.” Granny Smith ordered.

The two ran off, grabbing the items.

Granny Smith spread the towel beneath Pinkie Pie, and took a peculiar tool out. She used it to pick out the small shellings of metal that remained from the bullet in Pinkie’s wound. Pinkie began to move too much for Granny Smith to focus properly, though.

“’Jack, ‘Bloom, c’mere. ‘Bloom, you hold both hands on her cheek, and make sure she can’t move her head, no matter how hurt she looks. ‘Jack, you hold the rest of her body still.” Granny Smith ordered. They obeyed swiftly.

Granny Smith worked skillfully and tirelessly, at top-speed. After a few minutes, she stopped.

“Y’all can stop now.” Granny Smith said, realizing Pinkie was outcold.

“I think the pain knocked her off her feet.” Granny Smith said.

“She gonna be iight?” Applejack asked.

“Yeah, she’s good. Tough girl, this one.” Granny Smith commented.

“She just needs rest now, so let’s let her sleep.” She advised.

Applejack breathed a sigh of relief.

“Phew! Rainbow Dash’ll be glad… Rainbow Dash!” Applejack exclaimed.

“Who?” Granny Smith and Applebloom chimed.

“Oh boy, have I got a story for you guys…” Applejack said.

Rainbow Dash laid unconscious, a red-soaked white T-shirt wrapped around her abdomen, in attempt to pressure the bleeding from her stab wound. She was still handcuffed, as she and Twilight bumped and tumbled in the back of the S.W.A.T truck that picked them up.

She could hear other vehicles around the truck they were in, so there was most-definitely no running or anything of the sort. She’d have to play this smart… if there was any valid way to play it all.

Truthfully though, she found it hard to think straight: she was scared. She was about to go to jail until a court date was arranged; then, she would for sure be convicted of a mass amount of crimes, and since the DL ran much of the city, subsequently holding much of the power, she would for sure have the harshest punishment for betraying them.

They had no mercy for traitors such as Twilight. Most especially when they were as high a rank as Twilight was. Twilight had heard stories; she had, herself, witnessed what victims of the DL go through in confinement.

Twilight was visibly stressed: nothing bothered her more than feeling hopeless, and feeling alone.

“Rainbow Dash, do you know what they to us ops once they incarcerate us?” Twilight asked, talking to her unconscious body. She held up one finger, before speaking.

“Psychological deterioration, they begin with: they dwindle you down with solitary confinement. Strapped to a wall in darkness and utter silence. The only time you hear anything is when your heart-rate is too high due to anxiety, or when you piss and shit yourself. I’ve seen people lose their minds after only 19 hours, claiming that it’s been days. Some who last longer turn days into months…” Twilight muttered to Rainbow Dash lowly. She held up another finger, going on.

“Physical deterioration, that’s next: they starve you, beat you to a pulp, and force you to stay strapped to that wall for unknown amounts of time. Then, after you’re at your absolute limit, they take you and hospitalize you, feeding you mushed food through a tube so you’re no longer hungry… And then, they repeat the process with different methods of torture, so that your body can never adapt to the pain…” Twilight said, running her fingers anxiously through her messy hair. Fortunately, her hands were cuffed frontwards. Finally, she held up her third finger.

“Mental deterioration’s last: you spend so much time alone you lose your grip on reality. Your logic becomes warped… You forget too many things; your education is lost… You turn savage, like a primitive zombie…” Twilight went on, holding her forehead. Her heart thumped harder. Her fists clenched, half hostility, half fear.

“They. Break. You. Down.” Twilight said, as her head throbbed with her heartbeat. She began to feel heavy and woozy.

“R-relax Twi… You know how your blood pressure gets when you’re worried, hehehe!” Twilight told herself, forcing a giggle in an attempt to calm herself.

“Think, Twi! You’ll be going to the most well-known DL penitentiary… What can you do in the 72-120 hours you’ll have??” Twilight asked herself, trying to focus on brainstorming.

Still though, it was difficult: her mind was like a rusty gear, hinging back to previous thoughts of what she knew about the DL breaking you in prison. She was too well-known of an enemy now for them to not do it.

She looked at Rainbow Dash guiltily. “They won’t spare you either… Did I make a mistake trusting you? Did I ruin your life, Rainbow Dash?” Twilight asked her gang-leader, sympathetically.

“Stop talking to an unconscious body, you dumb fuck. She knew what she signed up for. She knew the power of the Death Lotus first hand.” Twilight told herself out-loud, sighing as she stared at her feet.

“And for the love of god, stop talking to yourself out-loud… Anxiety’s making you act crazy again.” Twilight thought.

She felt the truck pull to a stop. Her heartrate began to speed up again, but she levelled it slightly by taking controlled breaths in and out. She heard the doors swing open.

“Get out. Take her with you.” The officer said, holding his SMG over his back with one hand, and making the hand gesture with the other.

“What, not even any help from the big man?” Twilight asked, in reference to the one that arrested her.

“You really want him to carry her? Trust me, if you like her bones and body the way it is, you’ll do it.” The officer laughed, as he unlocked the cuffs on Twilight’s forearms. Twilight rubbed her sore forearms, hissing.

Twilight sucked her teeth, and struggled to pick up Rainbow Dash. She picked her up piggy-back style, and struggled with each step she took: she wasn’t the most physically fit person to walk the planet.

She heard some of the officers chuckle.

“Look how scrawny that bitch is. She might starve long before we even get to her.” The big officer laughed.

Twilight felt a chill in her spine, as she ascended the stairs to the courthouse slowly.

“Walk faster!” the huge officer yelled, kicking Twilight’s back, as she tripped up the steps, dropping Rainbow Dash, whose face was visibly in pain still. She heard the officers crack up laughing, as Twilight scrambled to Rainbow Dash, picking her up again.

Twilight’s face was wrenched into a frown with gritted teeth, as their laughs continued. Her hands tightened around Rainbow Dash’s ankles in anger, as she climbed.

“You want another kick, bitch? Walk up!” the officer yelled again, laughing.

Twilight’s brows furrowed deeper, as she tried her hardest to climb faster. She reached the top. The officers opened the door as she walked through. Walking down the halls, she passed many doors, and knew the next one was into the courtroom she would be briefed in before being driven off to the prison.

Her walk slowed as her mind wandered whilst walking down the long hallway.

“I said, walk up!” the officer yelled again, kicking Twilight with ferocious strength, as she flew, barreling through the court doors, she and Twilight tumbled through the debris. Twilight coughed, beginning to kneel.

“That kick… that kick was way too powerful for a human…!” Twilight thought, feeling the pain ache through her body.

“That, or I’m more hurt than I thought…”

As her eyes reached up, her heart almost stopped. It wasn’t due to how full the courtroom was, no. It was the figures standing in front of the judge’s bench.

Twilight stood beside Rainbow Dash, who was in a state of half-consciousness, laying on the floor. She was frozen, as her eyes met the family she despised most.

“Thought that was the last of me, huh?” Clarence said excitedly, as he walked up to Twilight, his smirk wide as the sky.
“’Ol bitch still knocked, huh?” Clarence laughed, harshly kicking Rainbow Dash’s body.

“Yo, come the fuck on son, she’s out!” Twilight said angrily, punching Clarence in the jaw.

Clarence stumbled back, simply holding his jaw, and staring at Twilight with a look of indecisiveness.

The rage slowly grew, as he reached for his back-pocket.

But before anything was done, the quick-footed, tall man behind him held his shoulder.

“Cool it.” He said simply. He looked like a business man, for sure.

“Filthy Rich.” Twilight began, addressing the man.

“Twilight Sparkle.” The man replied, stroking his dollar-sign tie.

Twilight watched the man hold his son’s shoulder with a rather assertive grip. She looked between the faces of the two, before formulating a plan. Her lips begged to curve, she was obviously confident in it.

“Nice job controlling him. Wouldn’t want to fuck up your status in front of all these lovely people, now would you?” Twilight asked with a smirk, as she walked up some.

Filthy Rich was silent. He looked down upon Rainbow Dash, observing her.

“Also makes sense you’d want to protect your son. He has to take over someday, doesn’t he? Would be bad if he ruined his rep before then, yeah?” Twilight asked, a playful smile tugging on her lips.

“Say, where’s little Tiara? Or the salty ‘ol bitch, Spoiled Rich? Goodness, just your names are obnoxious.” Twilight asked, tugging at Filthy Rich’s hairs.

“For a traitor, you have a lot of smack talk, dear.” Spoiled Rich spoke up, standing from her seat in the front of the audience.

She walked and patted Clarence’s head.

“However, my children’s endeavors have no concern to you. Not anymore. So if you’d like to make your life any less despicable than it already is, I suggest you keep your nose in your nasty little corner.” Spoiled Rich scoffed.

Diamond Tiara sat next to where her mother was, more interested in whatever was on her smartphone than the situation here, or the fact that her mother was just insulted.

“Yeah? The endeavors of the next guy to run this state ain’t my concern, huh?” Twilight chuckled.

*Bang!*

All eyes turned towards the cuffed Rainbow Dash, who had bashed the armrest of the seat she was against.

She pointed with her cuffed hands at Clarence, struggling to even stand.

“I’ll…” Rainbow Dash started, heaving heavy breaths with a slight wheeze.

“I’ll be damned… if that motherfucker… runs my city.” Rainbow Dash said, the red glare in her eyes ominously visible through her messy, disheveled hair.

The court seemed to back away from her threatening presence.

“Son, is this the one I’ve heard so much about?” Filthy Rich asked Clarence.

“Damn right pops.” Clarence said, folding his arms.

“Pops…?” Rainbow Dash began, looking all around her. As her memories returned, and she connected the subliminal icons (orange highlights, depictions of “DL”, and other similar things throughout the courthouse).

“Fuckin kid’s parents are here…?” Rainbow Dash asked weakly. She stumbled, barely being able to stand, but her hateful gaze never left the family’s direction.

“Twi, we’re gonna kill them.” Rainbow Dash said, with blind determination, as she took steps towards the father, son, and mother looking down at her.

Twilight rushed over to Rainbow Dash, stopping her.

“I know, but now’s not the time, Dashie… We’re outnumbered, and painful as it is to admit, out-skilled here… We should wait.” Twilight whispered to her.

“Kill us?” Filthy Rich asked, with a wry smile.

“Damn hood-rats, always getting ahead of themselves.” Filthy Rich sighed. Twilight noted his strange change of behavior.

“Well, dear, no worries. We’re not here to waste time. Shall we get the trial going?” Spoiled Rich asked. While they talked among themselves, Twilight brought Rainbow Dash to a kneel, whilst kneeling herself.

“Dash, listen… We can’t win here. We’re outgunned, and at a terrible disadvantage. Our best bet is to let the trial run, and figure out a plan later. I hate to say it, but we’re caught…” Twilight explained.

“And to top it off, you’re still injured.” Twilight added.

Rainbow Dash gritted her teeth. She saw the armed officers next to the judge’s desk. She looked behind her: more officers stood by the destroyed door. Looking around, she saw more armed officers placed strategically around the room. She then looked at herself. That blood soaked cloth, covering a constant pulse of pain that she was enduring.

“Fuck…!” Rainbow Dash hissed, realizing that Twilight was correct. Rainbow Dash may have been hardy, and had little regard for her life, but if there’s one thing she was, it was reasonable. She didn’t take a risk if it had a ridiculously low chance of worthy reward, and this was one of those cases where the risk wasn’t going to pay.

“Fuck…” Rainbow Dash sighed, realizing the defeat, finally.

“Would the defendants please come up to the stand?” Spoiled Rich spoke, sitting at the judge’s desk.

“She’s the judge? The wife of the person that runs the DL?” Twilight asked.

“This, is some grade-A bullshit.” Rainbow Dash said, rubbing her forehead, as both she and Twilight stepped up.

Rainbow Dash sat down immediately, and Spoiled Rich sent her a nasty glare. Twilight looked down at her with a look of urgency, pulling her arm immediately.

“What’s the deal?” Rainbow Dash asked into the quiet courtroom, bringing attention Twilight disliked.

“We’re not meant to sit until the judge does…!” Twilight whispered harshly, a slight look of embarrassment on her face.

Rainbow Dash stared at her strangely, laughing.

“Really? So she can be all happy about it and shit? Nah, fuck that, I’m not following their rules.” Rainbow Dash said, pointing at the scowling Spoiled Rich.

At that sentence, the court noticeably tensed up.

“Filthy roach will learn her place…!” Spoiled Rich said, her hands balling up into fists, as she gripped the gavel. The officers all put their hands on their batons, almost like a response to Spoiled Rich’s anger. Twilight mentally noted this.

“No, it’s because… Look, I dunno man, I just don’t feel right if we don’t do this shit properly, get me?” Twilight said, holding her hands out and looking at Rainbow Dash.

Rainbow Dash continued to stare, before she sighed with a smile.

“Alright girl, I’ll play it your way. Courtroom etiquette, I think?” Rainbow Dash asked.

“Yeah… Sorry, I’m really passionate about that kinda stuff.” Twilight said in a low, shy whisper.

Rainbow Dash patted her on the back. “Don’t worry about it, Twi. I understand. Sometimes I forget that you really are a good girl.” Rainbow Dash said, as she stood alongside her.

“As long as this is about pleasing you, and not pleasing them, then that’s alright, cause I fuck with you.” Rainbow Dash said.

Twilight grew a hint of red on her cheeks, as the court was silent watching them. Though, she wasn’t sure that’s why her cheeks burned.

“P-please don’t say corny shit like that, Dash…” Twilight said under her breath, but enough for her to hear. Rainbow Dash gave a small, short chuckle in response.

“As I said. The roach will learn her place.” Spoiled Rich said. Rainbow Dash smiled.

“You got ears, bitch?” Rainbow Dash asked, gesturing towards her own ears.

“I did it for her,” Rainbow Dash began, pointing to Twi. She then pointed to Spoiled Rich, the chains of the handcuffs still racking against each other and making noise. “Not for you.” She finished.

Spoiled Rich was about to speak, but before she could, an officer walked up, holding his baton and smacking it into the palm of his hand.

“Alright young lady, I think you need to be taught a lesson. Be taught to respect someone of status. C’mere.” The officer ordered.

Rainbow Dash smiled, enjoying the scene. She felt her blood rush. She was provoking the enemy, in their own territory. Her smug smile only further triggered Spoiled Rich’s anger.

Rainbow Dash began to walk up, but Twilight grabbed her arm.

“Don’t do anything reckless, okay?” Twilight whispered.

“Don’t worry, I don’t really plan to die here.” Rainbow Dash said, with the smile on her face.

“Now hold still, ya hear, girl?” The officer ordered.

“Aye aye, cap’n.” Rainbow Dash said, giving as much of a salute as she could with her cuffed hands.

As he swung, Rainbow Dash stepped to the side, the officer being thrown forward, as he had put all his strength into the swing.

The officer got up, and looked at Rainbow Dash with a growl. Rainbow Dash shrugged. “I tripped,” she said comically. A few chuckles were heard throughout the courtroom.

“I said, stay still!” the officer yelled, turning back and swinging again, this time with more of a lunge. Rainbow Dash simply ducked beneath it, as the officer tripped over her body, falling again.

“Sorry officer, I was trying to tie my shoes this time.” Rainbow Dash said, still bent over, fiddling with her shoes.

The officer held the gun in his holster, tapping it with one finger, an intense expression on his face.

“Move again, and I’ll shoot you.” The officer said, with a serious tone, not appreciating Rainbow Dash’s mockery.

As the mood dropped, and the atmosphere intensified, so did Rainbow Dash’s aura.

“You sure you wanna try that?” Rainbow Dash asked, standing, her hand still cuffed. The chains of her cuffs rattled throughout the now quiet courtroom.

“Move and find out.” The officer said, holding up the baton.

As he swung, Rainbow Dash brought her hands forward, making the chain of the handcuffs block the impact. As Rainbow Dash and the officer stared at one another between the chains and the baton, the officer used his free-hand to reach for his gun.

“Stand down!” a yell was heard.

Filthy Rich stood, a tall, intimidating presence in the courtroom. He walked down to the officer, who begrudgingly stepped back.

As Filthy Rich reached him, he backhanded the man to the ground with ferocity. Crouching down, he removed his badge of identification, and confiscated his weapons, leaving them upon the judge’s desk.

“Not the person we wanna leave those weapons by…” Twilight thought, remembering how easily angered Spoiled Rich was.

“Somebody escort this idiot to Human Resources, and make sure he never works here again. Making a ruckus in my building. Absurd.” Filthy Rich ordered.

Immediately, two other officers came and dragged the man out, who didn’t put up much of a fight at all.

Rainbow Dash couldn’t help but chuckle at the angry man. Twilight watched, mentally noting everything.

“Please, return to your seat, girl.” Filthy Rich kindly asked.

With no words, Rainbow Dash walked back to her seat, pleased with the disruption she caused.

“With order in the court, we shall resume the trial. Would the prosecution please come up?” Spoiled Rich asked.

With that, the large, burly man that had shoved Twilight’s face into the concrete before arresting her, walked up to the stand.

Now that Twilight paid more attention, his orange uniform was a bit more highlighted, formal, and eloquent than a normal officer’s uniform.

“Defendants, you have been accused of heinous crimes that have upset a community wishing to issue you 362 years of prison-time. You, Twilight, have also been accused with treason, the ultimate offense.” Spoiled Rich began.

“Shiiiiiiiit,” Rainbow Dash laughed.

“Heard that Twi? Fuckin, lit, we’re real enemies of the government now.” Rainbow Dash whispered to her, in some sort of small celebration.

Twilight couldn’t find the same excitement, though. Memories of the traitor’s punishment returned to her.

“Y-yeah…” Twilight whispered, her tongue suddenly dry.

“You have been reported to have committed a number of outstanding offenses, such as high-degree domestic terrorism on multiple accounts: bombing houses, school shootouts, and even day-to-day gang-like activity. Saving the long opening, as the Defendants are clearly hopelessly helpless here, may the Prosecution please present their opening statement?” Spoiled Rich declared.

The burly officer stood. He was alone.

“So he’s going to be the entire Prosecution? Brains and brawn, if they’re confident enough to let him be his own lawyer. Interesting… I have to get his name!” Twilight thought.

“Of course, your Honor.” The man began.

“Firstly, I would like to present some video footage of the two Defendants’ assault on Canterlot High School.” The man said. He handed a single disc to the officer beside him, who then walked up towards a computer off to the side of the room. As the disc entered, three large televions behind the judge roared to life.

“Please, skip to ‘o five, fifty-two, thirty-three.” The burly officer requested.

The officer fiddled with the computer for a bit, as the video skipped ahead to 05:52:33, as requested.

The footage rolled…

Twilight, Rainbow Dash, and Pinkie Pie were seen, unloading weapons out of the broken ventilation system that was within the girls’ dressing room.

The video paused, highlighting the stash of weapons.

“As you can see, jury, your Honor, the Defendants had a clear plan here. It was a prepared operation.” The burly officer said.

The video continued.

“This is some real dangerous shit, fam. I fucking love it.” Rainbow Dash said. The video skipped forward some.

The three walked down the hall, skinned down with weaponry. The video zoomed into their faces, highlighting specifically Rainbow Dash’s own, which held a smug smile.

Saying nothing, he let the video continue.

Skipping forward some again, it reached the part in which the Rainbooms were in a shootout against the remaining Crips. It seemed that it had skipped the dialogue.

It slowed as Rainbow Dash began to jump over the desk, handgun in hand.

“For the faint of heart, I suggest you turn away.” The burly officer warned. Some covered their eyes, already horrified at the sound of shooting bullets and sight of the blood and still bodies.

The video sped up again, showing Rainbow Dash shoot an incendiary bullet into one of the boys’ skulls, popping a chunk of it off. The chunk flew and knocked into the camera within the corner of the room, as the boy dropped.

“Fucking nasty!” The video emitted Rainbow Dash’s voice. The video paused, highlighting the sadistic smile that laid on Rainbow Dash’s face.
The real Rainbow Dash, smiled at this. She still loved it.

“Your Honor, must I even comment on the bloodlust that lays on her face? A true murderer in its prime. That thing had this planned, and was fully willing to go through with the ordeal. Even now, it shows no regret.” The burly officer commented.

The video continued, showing them running through the halls. This was when Rainbow Dash noticed something.

“Whoa, pause!” Rainbow Dash yelled out. Twilight was startled by her sudden interruption. The video paused, as attention fell onto Rainbow Dash.

“Where the fuck is the footage of that old man?” Rainbow Dash asked, getting up, furious.

Truthfully, she hated looking weak, but what she hated even more, was somebody projecting a fake image of her.

“You mean the old man you murdered, and left to die? Not even bothering to try and get him medical aid?” the burly officer asked, staring into Rainbow Dash’s eyes.

As they shared eye contact, Rainbow Dash saw the ice-cold glare in his eyes. She knew that this man genuinely hated her, and that there was no use arguing. Instead, she turned her efforts elsewhere.

“Your Honor, I respectfully request that you turn the video back at least 3 minutes. I feel that something crucial in this footage was looked over.” Rainbow Dash requested.

“Denied. You can wait your turn. It is not your evidence to control. Now if the Prosecution may cont-”

“Bullshit! I said turn the fucking tape back!” Rainbow Dash yelled, standing up.

Spoiled Rich smirked, Rainbow Dash growled, and the officers tensed up, ready to act.

Rainbow Dash then noticed within the jury, that Clarence had been trying to hide one smug smile.

Rainbow Dash made eye contact with him, glaring. But then, it began to make sense to her.

All of Rainbow Dash’s rage dissipated, and was replaced with amusement. She began to chuckle.

“Ooowwwwhhhhhh, I see what’s going on here! Brilliant, fuckin’ brilliant!” Rainbow Dash yelled. She seemed crazy.

“Dash, please!” Twilight whispered.

“Say no more Twi. Just follow my lead, we ain’t got a chance in this one.” Rainbow Dash laughed, for all the courtroom to hear.

“Motherfuckers had this one planned.” Rainbow Dash said. The courtroom was confused. Spoiled Rich, however, was amused with the scene, mistaking it for Rainbow Dash having conceded and accepting defeat.

“Look, y’all can stop the video. If what you want us to say is that we killed every man, child, and woman in that school that died that day, then we did. We definitely did.” Rainbow Dash said, sitting back in her chair, and plopping her feet onto the table.

Her position was slightly awkward, as her hands were still cuffed.

“Dashie!” Twilight whispered harshly.

“Don’t worry one bit about it, Twi. We can’t win. Don’t you remember what happened after we dealt with that ‘ol Apple-bitch?” Rainbow Dash asked.

“… They didn’t fuckin…!” Twilight gasped.

“They augmented everything that this case will have to offer. Let’s just get it over with. Sooner we do that, sooner we can strike back.” Rainbow Dash said.

“I see… I guess I’ll let you handle it then.” Twilight said.

“You really are smarter than I thought, Dash.” Twilight commented. Rainbow Dash ignored it, mistaking it for a light-hearted insult.

“So you admit to killing all of those people?” the burly officer asked.

“That I do. Y’all want me to say it again?” Rainbow Dash asked, as she cupped her hands over her mouth in a makeshift megaphone.

“Every dead body, bullet-inflicted person, and mentally slash psychologically scarred person in that motherfucker was our doing!” Rainbow Dash yelled to the entire courtroom.

“… Then would the Defendants present their opening statement?” Spoiled Rich asked.

“Your H-” Twilight began, but Rainbow Dash silenced her with a simple tap to the thigh.

“I’d like to begin by saying that I fuckin hate you, and the rest of y’all Death Lotus fuck-boys.” Rainbow Dash began. Surprisingly enough, she wasn’t interrupted.

“Bunch of manipulative, murderous, cock-suckin, ass-eatin pricks. Every last one of you can go die in a hole, just like all those officers did a few hours ago.” Rainbow Dash said.

“And if anybody is here in this court, dumb enough to believe every last thing these fuckin assholes feed to you, then you can go eat shit.” Rainbow Dash continued.

“Lastly, I want to say that I have only one regret, and it has nothing to do with the fact that I brutally murdered many of your officers. In fact, I am quite satisfied and happy with knowing that I have dozens of those officers' death on my name.” Rainbow Dash went on.

The burly officer seemed to glare holes into Rainbow Dash, as his fists began to inch into the wood of his desk, making a cracking and stretching sound.

“That’s it, bitch. Continue.” Rainbow Dash finished, now in a totally nonchalant mood.

“Would you like to present more evidence, Prosecution?” Spoiled Rich asked.

“Yes, your Honor. A victim. Please, call her to the stand.” The burly officer asked.

As officers walked by, Rainbow Dash and Twilight were confused. It was but a little orange girl with purplish hair. She couldn’t be any older than 8 or 9.

“Your name please, miss?” the burly officer asked.

“S-Scootaloo. Scootaloo Jones.” She answered.

“Do you remember the name of the man you killed?” the officer asked directly to Rainbow Dash, which he wasn’t meant to do.

However, the aura of passion that seemed to burn around him denied the ability of anyone knowledgeable enough to know that he was acting out of courtroom etiquette to correct him.

“His name, was Speedy. Speedy Jones.” The burly officer began.

“The Father of this poor little girl.” He finished.

The entire courtroom silenced, and Rainbow Dash’s nonchalant expression dropped…

“So you mean to say, that the Crips are now run by some gang called the Rainbooms?” Granny Smith asked.

“Yep.” Applejack nodded.

“And that-” Applebloom began, but was quickly shushed by Applejack.

“You’re not allowed to ask, Applebloom. You’re too young to worry about this gang stuff, alright sugar-cube?” Applejack said.

“But that’s not fair! I gotta join, I gotta! Then I can protect you, and I won’t never lose ya!” Applebloom yelled.

Applejack and Granny Smith laughed.

“It’s not funny! I’ll beat up anybody who steps to my sis!” Applebloom yelled, punching at the air.

“Where am I?” a voice asked.

All eyes turned to the now awake Pinkie Pie.

“This, Pinkie Pie, is my crib.” Applejack said, walking over to Pinkie Pie.

“I’m glad to see you’re doing better.” Applejack said with a smile.

Ignoring the statement, Pinkie Pie sat up. She brought her hands up, feeling out the bandages that covered her wounds. Her hair wasn’t in its usual, exuberant manner. It was straight, slick, and lifeless.

“Hmm…” Pinkie Pie hummed.

“Hmm? That’s it?” Applejack asked.

“This girl got no respect! Not even a hello, or a thank you?” Granny Smith commented.

Pinkie Pie looked at her, and looked right back to Applejack.

“1352 Hope Avenue. It’s what Rainbow Dash would’ve wanted right now.” Pinkie Pie said simply, getting up.

Granny Smith, not being pleased with being ignored, stood up, fists balled.

“’Jack, who is this hoe? I told you that if you bring people over, they better know what respect means.” Granny Smith said, walking up and facing Pinkie Pie. Granny Smith stared Pinkie Pie down.

Pinkie Pie stared back, with an icy-coldness in her eyes. She wasn’t glaring or anything, but simply stared back with disinterest in the old woman confronting her.

“Sorry G’Smith, I think she’s just upset right now. She lost the leader of her gang. Imagine how y’all’d feel if ya lost me.” Applejack said.
Granny Smith was quiet, before she simply sighed, standing down.

“Alright, I’ll let it slide this time…” Granny Smith sighed.

“We gotta find that girl at 1352 Hope Avenue. How far are we from there?” Pinkie Pie asked.

“What, you mean the Jones’ next door?” Granny Smith asked.

“Yeah. That girl, Rainbow Dash, killed some dude who lived there, apparently. She had some sort of crazy guilt trip, and wanted to take care of the girl he left behind. To be honest, I thought it was a bit pussy, but-”

“Watch your fuckin’ mouth.” Pinkie said, as everybody stopped. “You don’t know her, so don’t you dare start assuming shit. If you had an ounce of respect and some sort of a brain, you wouldn’t say shit.” Pinkie Pie said simply. Her sudden display of aggression caught Applejack off-guard.

“I’m leaving. I gotta go pick up that girl and keep her safe till we get Dashie back.” Pinkie Pie said simply, as the door slammed shut.

“’Jack?” Granny Smith asked.

“Look, just let it rock, Gran’ma. Her girlfriend, and leader of her gang, is probably being sentenced to death right now, so she’s in a reaaaal bad mood.” Applejack explained.

“Girlfriend? I thought girls couldn’t have no girlfriend!” Applebloom said, confused.

“They’re not supposed to, lil ‘Bloom.” Granny Smith said.

“’Bloom, listen to your older sister, please. Don’t listen to this salty, dried out millennial. You can love whoever you want, boy, girl, or alien, it don’t matter. You hear me, girl?” Applejack asked.

“So what if I liked a girl at my school? Ain’t that gay?” Applebloom asked.

“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with being gay, ‘Bloom. Don’t let nobody tell you that shit. And if they ever do, lemme know, so I can kick their ass.” Applejack said.

“Really? So what if I wanted to like boys and girls?” Applebloom asked.

“Then you’re bisexual. That’s okay, too. As long as the love is real.” Applejack said.

Granny Smith sighed. She was still stuck in her generation’s mindset of straight-love only.

“But what if I wanna have boyfriends and girlfriends?” Applebloom asked again, a smile tugging at her lips.

“You mean you wanna have hoes?” Applejack asked.

“I think so.” Applebloom said, nodding slowly.

Applejack gave a hardy laugh, patting Applebloom’s head.

“I’ll let you figure that one out on your own, ‘lil Applebloom. Just remember that if you ever get serious, you better drop that havin’ hoes shit, especially if your partner doesn’t want you to. Okay?” Applejack said.

“Alright. Thanks, Applejack.” Applebloom said.

At that moment, the door opened again, and Pinkie Pie walked in.

She held a gun in her hand. Applejack, Applebloom, and Granny Smith immediately tensed up, as Pinkie Pie was clearly not in the best of moods.

“The place is empty, Applejack.” Pinkie Pie said, as she fiddled with the gun, loading it.

She noticed how tense they were, and sighed.

“And y’all can relax, I got the safety on.” Pinkie Pie informed. They immediately relaxed.

“Great. What you mean she missing? You check the whole house?” Applejack asked.

“Fuck I look like to you? Do not doubt me, I turned the fuckin place upside down, if she’s in there, then she’s fuckin great at hide-n-seek, okay?” Pinkie Pie said. She was clearly on a short timer.

“Alright, alright… What do you wanna do next?” Applejack asked.

“You own a gang, don’t you?” Pinkie Pie asked.

“Yeah, what of it?” Applejack asked.

“Well how about we mobilize that shit, and go save Dashie?” Pinkie Pie proposed.

“First off, that’s fuckin dumb. We gotta make a plan first. Secondly, the cops are on high alert, so it’s the worst time to do that. Third, a lot of my boys are laying low right now due to the high-activity. So no, we need to wait.” Applejack said.

“Alright, let me put it this way,” Pinkie Pie began.

“I am basically second-in-command of the gang that owns your gang. Therefore, I am ordering you, to mobilize me a force, so we can go and take Rainbow Dash back!” Pinkie Pie said with great strength. She looked up at Applejack with an angry glare.

“Pinkie Pie, relax. You have to think this through logically.” Applejack said, holding her hands out with a sympathetic look on her face.

“Relax!? Are you fuckin kidding me? Rainbow Dash is gone, in the belly of the motherfuckin’ beast, and we might not ever see her again! And you want me to relax!?” Pinkie Pie roared.

“Yes, but they won’t kill her immediately. They have to go through the right procedures ‘n shit.” Applejack retorted.

“Procedures? You think those fuckin’ murderers are procedural about anything!? God fucking dammit, Applejack, you are pissing me right off!” Pinkie Pie yelled, a fire burning in her eyes.

“Rainbow Dash is going to die in there with them! So, y’know what?!” Pinkie Pie began, as she gripped the gun harder.

“I’m not gonna ask again.” Pinkie Pie said, as she held up the gun, aiming it at Applejack. Applebloom and Granny Smith balled their fists, ready to strike. The room was tense.

“Shoot me, and lose any help you could’ve gotten. Don’t, and you may be smarter than you’re acting right now.” Applejack said, as her mood intensified greatly. She walked up to Pinkie Pie and shoved her forehead to the barrel.

A click was heard. The gun still had the safety on.

“If Rainbow Dash didn’t respect you for some reason, I’d have blown your fucking brains.” Pinkie Pie said, sending her icy glare into Applejack’s eyes.

Applejack could only stare back at her with pseudo-hostility. Beneath it, was a mound of sympathy and compassion. She knew why Pinkie Pie was acting like this.

Pinkie Pie turned, and opened the door.

“I’ll do this myself then. Fuckin’ useless, the lot of you.” Were Pinkie’s last words, before she left with another slam.

Applejack sighed.

“’Jack, are you sure you’re right in the head, associating with that girl the way you do? I’d have killed her ass by now.” Granny Smith said.
“Yeah, I’m gonna beat that girl up!” Applebloom declared, angered by how her big sister was just treated.

“That’s not it, Granny. She’s not innately hostile or crazy or anything.” Applejack said.

“I remember that look in her eyes waaayyy too well.” Applejack said, turning. Her eyes were shiny. The shininess in Applejack’s eyes immediately calmed Granny Smith and Applebloom.

“Don’t y’all remember?” Applejack said.

“Around when I just started the Crips?” Applejack asked. She bit her lips, refusing to let the shininess leave her eyes as tears. As she began to speak again, she paused, biting her lips even harder, before uttering her next words.

“That look in her eyes… It was the same one I had when momma and poppa… died…”