Author's Note

First time I'll ever, or have ever, updated a story within such a short period of time. I'd say this should be normal, but I'm pretty sporadic these days, so whatevs. Anyways, another installment to this god-forsakenly long story... Seriously, got over 100K words to go before this damn thing is done. Ugh...

As usual, just comment on any vocabulary that you may not understand, and I shall be the translator! Other than that, I hope you all enjoy!!! And just remember, authors love feedback ^o^

Animosity & Prison

Rainbow Dash had entered a state of shock. Time seemed to slow for her. She stared at the young orange girl’s eyes. Scootaloo, she remembered her saying. Rainbow Dash’s entire being filled with guilt, one greater than that she felt holding that old man’s body.

“J-Jones…?” Rainbow Dash trailed in a dumb state.

“You got ears, bitch?” the officer said back, an obvious mock of what Rainbow Dash had said earlier.

Rainbow Dash stared into the scared, hurt face of the little girl. It reminded her of when she had been in a situation like this. Surrounded by the unknown, with something precious taken from you. A sickening mix of pain, confusion, and despair.

“Scootaloo Jones, a girl no older than 9, has lost her parents to this undignified, murderous hoodrat of a girl. There are no other family members to care for her, and she is now being forced into a foster home, having lost the connection of a biological parent that she loved dearly. Need I say more on how utterly unacceptable such a thing is?” The burly officer spoke.

“Is… is that her…?” Scootaloo asked, giving a sniff and pointing towards Rainbow Dash.

The officer next to her nodded.

As Scootaloo made eye contact with Rainbow Dash, she felt the hot rage pour into her. This look, too, reminded her of her past. The hate within her, when she was met with who coordinated and carried out the tragedy: a man she knew only by the name of Sheriff.

His image was still burned hard into her memory… The blood she witnessed on his hands, face, and gaunt body…

Rainbow Dash shook her head, trying to stop thinking about it. This wasn’t about her, it was about that girl that she hurt.

But that hate she was feeling coming towards her was so familiar, so heavy…

Rainbow Dash almost tried to avert her gaze: not from intimidation, but from the great amass of guilt within her.

“Ms. Jones, if you could give your account on the situation.” The burly officer requested.

“I was just… watching tv on the news-” Scootaloo tried to speak, but suddenly, her body shook and shivered, and her voice cracked. Her teary eyes began to leak suddenly, as she made a weak bang on the counter in front of her in frustration.

She kept trying to speak, but the tears and involuntary sniffing and pulling up kept overcoming her attempts to speak coherently.

Sounds of sympathy and heart-break filled the room, as all that was heard in the silence was the eventual breakdown of Scootaloo, who hopelessly decided to hide her teary face within her arms, putting her head down onto the table.

The soft sobs and sniffling emanated through the room, and shook through Rainbow Dash like an earthquake.

Rainbow Dash watched, and for the first time in a long time, didn’t know how to proceed. She was stunned, shocked, that she would cause someone as much pain as she once endured. Especially one who did absolutely nothing to deserve it. For Heaven’s sake, the girl didn’t even know anyone associated with the Death Lotus.

Rainbow Dash’s mouth dried and soured. Her heart wrenched, and her eyes glistened. She tried to swallow to say some words, but no saliva would come.

Rainbow Dash looked beside her, and saw Twilight, wiping her own eyes. Rainbow Dash looked forward again, shaking her head in disappointment in herself.

“Your Honor…” the burly officer began.

“Say no more. We will detain these two in the Orange Penitentiary until the intensity of the crimes are finalized. Time of detention until next court date will be 120 hours.” Spoiled Rich declared, banging the gavel.

As everything slowed to a near-stop for Rainbow Dash, she thought at hyper-speed, the mix of emotions accelerating her thinking. Was she really going to leave that kid there, crying?

She looked at the girl, and thought of what this time was like for her. Nobody to help, what seemed like enemies all around, and with no path left to walk.

Nobody to guide you…

“But then… Pinkie Pie came-”

Suddenly, Rainbow Dash gasped. She wiped her eyes quickly, and assumed her usual glare of no emotion.

“Yo, kid! Scootaloo, was it?” Rainbow Dash asked, with much higher of a voice than she wanted. The emotions in her were still affecting how she wanted to carry this out.

Scootaloo looked up with a glare. Her eyes were red, and her cheeks were wet.

The court went silent, all eyes on Rainbow Dash.

Looking around, Rainbow Dash decided it would be okay to move. After all, they wouldn’t try to capsize her twice, not after Filthy Rich displayed his dislike of unruly behavior in the court.

She stepped from outside her and Twilight’s stand, and stood across from the young Scootaloo, giving the young girl a hard stare.

“You hate me, don’t you?” Rainbow Dash asked.

Scootaloo, still crying too heavily to speak, simply nodded heavily.

“I admit here, to you, Scootaloo. I killed that man. Even though it wasn’t intentional, it was my actions, my intents, that got him caught up in the shooting.” Rainbow Dash said.

Scootaloo’s glare onto Rainbow Dash hardened, and her forehead creased in anger.

“But whether you choose to believe it or not, that man granted me permission to take you, and raise you as my own in his absence.” Rainbow Dash said.

Scootaloo, filled with rage towards Rainbow Dash, roared through her tears.

“I-I-I’ll…! K-kill you…!” Scootaloo said in between hard sniffs. She wiped her face, the liquids stretching from her arm as she pulled away.

“H-he’d never… s-say that…!” Scootaloo continued through her soft hiccups.

“Listen, Scootaloo, I know it’s hard to believe what I’m saying, but one day, I’m gonna get that raw footage, and show you what really happened. When I come back, I will take you with me, and I will carry out my promise.” Rainbow Dash declared.

“But I will say one thing, and I hope it means something to you.” Rainbow Dash said.

Scootaloo stared upon the taller figure walking up towards her.

Rainbow Dash slammed her palms onto the desk, startling Scootaloo slightly.

She looked up to the serious glare of the woman that killed her only hope in this dark world.

Suddenly, with great force, Rainbow Dash’s forehead bashed into the wood of the stand’s countertop, denting the wood inwards slightly.

“I’m sorry.” Rainbow Dash said, her head in place. She lifted it looking directly into Scootaloo’s eyes, which stared back with unreadable emotion.

Blood leaked down over Rainbow Dash’s face in several streams. She felt woozy, but she refused to stumble.

“I am truly sorry, that my stupid actions caused this. I know you probably can’t forgive me, but I swear on my life that I’ll carry out your Father’s last wish: to take care of you.” Rainbow Dash said.

Scootaloo, with no words, simply held up a fist, as the middle finger slowly erected from it.

“F-f-f-…!” Scootaloo began, sniffing too hard. Frustrated with how her crying impeded her speech, she roared, and pulled her fist back.

“Fuck you!” Scootaloo yelled in her young, high-pitched voice, punching Rainbow Dash right in her forehead-wound.

Rainbow Dash hissed, but didn’t inch. She may have been angry, but in the end, she was still just a kid, and could only cause her as much pain as one.

Rainbow Dash brought her cuffed hands up, and grabbed Scootaloo’s knuckle.

“That’s the only one you’ll get for free, kid; next time, I’ll make you work a little for it. We’ll meet again, I’m sure of it.” Rainbow Dash said, as she dropped Scootaloo’s knuckle, which was decorated in Rainbow Dash’s blood.

“Alright, alright, enough. C’mere girl, it’s time to go to the prison.” An officer said, grabbing Rainbow Dash by her arm.

Before Rainbow Dash willfully turned, she said one last thing.

“You don’t want to hear it from me, but remember, loneliness and that lone-wolf mentality is dangerous. You’re never alone: never. I promise to make you remember that.” Rainbow Dash said, before the officer dragged her off.

As Rainbow Dash was pulled off, Twilight followed, knowing she didn’t have any other choice.

Scootaloo stared at the doors to which they were taken. Suddenly, the burly officer overtook her vision.

“Don’t worry, girl. They’ll get what’s coming to them. And don’t dwell on anything they said; those types’ll say anything to get into your head.” The burly officer said, kneeling down to get to her level.

Scootaloo didn’t acknowledge the man. All she was thinking was that the woman who killed her father was the only one who truly knew his last words.

No matter how much she hated her, she was the key to finding out what her Father’s fate really was: a blatant murder, or an accident like Rainbow Dash had implied.

To her, it was blatant murder and disregard for life, just as she was informed by the authorities and the officer.

However, she noticed how upheaved Rainbow Dash was when they skipped the footage of her father’s death. Something didn’t sit right, but Scootaloo couldn’t think straight either way: the mix of emotions exhausted her, and she was ready to sleep.

She yawned, her face crusty from the dried tears.

“Tired, dear? Come, let’s go. There’s a foster home that is looking for a kid with as much energy as you.” The burly officer said with a genuine, warming smile. Scootaloo simply nodded, and allowed herself to be picked up by the man.

The two left the courtroom amongst the small after-case chatter.

Applejack walked through the streets with a sense of urgency. She didn’t know where Pinkie Pie would start, and the last thing she needed was her doing something stupid.

“Plus, that Rainbow Dash ‘gal ain’t easy either… She’ll have me out for death if I let her girl get hurt.” Applejack thought, sighing as she turned corners, looking for some pink.

She had told everyone that she saw on the street to inform her if they saw the pink-haired girl.

As she paced around, she felt a bit relieved that the hot-intensity of authorities on the street seemed to curb, at least somewhat.

As Applejack turned the next corner, she ran into the very one she was looking for.

“Pinkie!” Applejack gasped. With not a moment’s hesitation, Pinkie side-stepped Applejack, and continued on.

“Wait!” Applejack said, grabbing Pinkie’s forearm. As the contact was made, all Applejack saw was a pink blur, and then the ground.

Shaking her head, she got up quickly.

“We’re not friends. Don’t touch me like we are.” Pinkie Pie said, the nasty aura of hostility still floating around her.

“Pinks, what’re you even gonna do?” Applejack asked, genuinely curious.

“Fuck does it matter to you? You definitely not gonna help.” Pinkie said, turning off and walking again.

“Pinkie-!” Applejack began, but immediately stopped, as Pinkie turned and lunged.

Applejack’s already slashed hands caught yet another blade, slashing it further. The blood leaked all over the small blade.

“Seriously, you crazy bitch, what the fuck are you gonna do, huh? Do you have a plan?!” Applejack yelled, frustrated with Pinkie Pie’s behavior.

Pinkie Pie was silent, and only pushed the blade harder.

Fed up, Applejack side-kicked Pinkie Pie, loosening her grip on the blade. Turning the blade around, Applejack stabbed deep into the brick of the building they stood beside.

Grabbing Pinkie Pie with her bloodied palms, she forcefully and violently tossed her into the brick wall with the monstrous strength she possessed.

As Pinkie Pie bounced back off it, Applejack ran up and pushed her back into it a second time, pinning Pinkie Pie to the wall. The brick of the building crumbled, making the area a bit dusty from the activity.

“Now relax and fuckin talk to me, iight?” Applejack said, more as a demand than a request.

“You don’t have a plan, do you?” Applejack declared.

“Nothing better than go in there and shoot people till you find Rainbow Dash, am I right, or am I right?” Applejack asked.

Pinkie Pie did nothing but glare. She tried to move her body around, but in a physical setting, strength was her disadvantage. She found herself unable to budge.

“Goddammit!” Pinkie yelled, pulling her head back, and bashing into Applejack’s own forehead. As Pinkie Pie pulled back, both their foreheads bled.

“Sorry sugarcube, I got a head of steel. Didn’t even feel that one.” Applejack said.

“Look, I understand how you feel, Pinkie, but you’ve gotta relax. Take it from me, acting on emotions is going to only hurt you, and others, even more.” Applejack said.

“What would you know!? You’re nothing but some fuckin country dyke, you don’t know shit about what it feels like to lose people you love! Fuck your ignorance!” Pinkie Pie yelled.

She pushed her head forward, and latched her mouth onto Applejack’s neck, biting hard and drawing blood.

Enduring it, Applejack and stepped back, and bashed Pinkie Pie into the brick of the building once more, this one more powerful than the last 2 combined.

Pinkie Pie, with great pain, released her mouth from Applejack’s neck, making a small yelp of pain.

“You think I don’t know what that shit feels like!? Huh??” Applejack yelled, slamming Pinkie Pie into the wall again, with anger.

“Rainbow ain’t even dead yet, and here you are, fucking up the only help you can get, and putting the people who want to help you through a hard time. Am I really the one who doesn’t fuckin understand!?!” Applejack yelled, slamming Pinkie into the wall once more.

“I didn’t get a chance like you did! I came home to my motherfuckin’ parents’ brains painting the window! You talk about ignorance, but you don’t know a fucking thing about me, nigga!” Applejack yelled, pulling Pinkie back, and slamming her into the wall another time.

“So don’t you talk this fucking bullshit about me being ignorant! Raargh!” Applejack roared one final time, before she tossed Pinkie Pie into the wall with all of her strength. As Pinkie slammed into it, she fell to her knees instantly, holding herself up by her forearms, panting. She coughed up some blood.

As she looked up, she saw tears flowing from Applejack’s own face. Both stared at each other with great animosity and wrenched frowns.

The interaction, however, began to make Pinkie realize that perhaps her animosity was misdirected.

“I just…” Pinkie started, looking down again, on her knees.

Applejack noticed the floor beneath Pinkie’s face begin to form wet droplets. She then heard soft sniffles.

“I don’t know what-,”

“Don’t worry.” Applejack began, using her entire palm to place her hat onto Pinkie’s head.

Pinkie looked up, her eyes teary.

“That hat was the last thing my parents left with me. I swear on that hat that I’ll make sure we see Rainbow Dash again. If we don’t, you can burn it. Burn it and hit me until you’re satisfied. You understand me, girl?” Applejack said.

Pinkie Pie nodded, the tears still running, as she held onto the hat: a symbol of the promise between them.

Suddenly, Pinkie’s head hit into Applejack’s chest, and her arms wrapped around her waist.

Applejack was caught off-guard, a slight blush on her face.

“What in tarnat-,”

“Thank you… for not giving up on me.” Pinkie Pie said softly.

The nasty aura that surrounded her body dissipated.

Applejack only patted her head, hugging her back with one arm.

“How could I give up on such a vivid image of the past me?” Applejack thought to herself.

“No worries. Besides, Rainbow Dash’d have my head if I let you do something reckless.” Applejack said. The two pulled away.

“So… what can we do right now?” Pinkie Pie asked. Applejack couldn’t help but chuckle at how out of place her hat looked on Pinkie Pie.

“Something funny?” Pinkie Pie asked, folding her arms.

“Nothin, nothin… I wasn’t kiddin’ though, right now’s a real stupid time to hit the DL. However, that’s not to say there won’t be an opportunity soon.” Applejack said.

“I’m listening.” Pinkie Pie said.

“It’s my brother. He’s been locked up in the Orange Penitentiary for a couple months now. Word on the street is, my big bro is real confident that he’ll be home soon.” Applejack said.

“So he’s getting released?” Pinkie Pie asked.

Applejack shook her finger. “Tsk tsk tsk. Nah. That man has a 172-year sentence.” Applejack said.

Pinkie Pie let out an “Oooowwwwhhhh”.

“So that means that he’ll be breaking out, then?” Pinkie Pie asked.

“Exactly. And if he’s confident he has a force in there strong enough to break out from within, we have the perfect distraction and commotion to coordinate our own exfiltration.” Applejack said.

“The question is, how do we know exactly when it’s time to attack?” Pinkie Pie said.

“No worries. My cousin Braeburn got the connects within. When it goes down, we’ll be informed in a timely manner, and should be able to make it there within the midst of things.” Applejack informed.

“Great. So, what do we do until then?” Pinkie Pie inquired.

“We prepare. The DL won’t be our only enemies in the exfiltration…”

Rainbow Dash was exhausted. It had been hours, and the procedures still weren’t over. Her most critical wound, the stab wound, was thankfully stitched up, and was expected to heal completely within a few weeks. Her other wounds, however, were left to heal on their own.

“You doin’ iight, Twi?” Rainbow Dash asked, as they were finally led to their cells.

“Yeah man. You good?” Twilight asked.

Rainbow Dash nodded. They arrived at a cell that had only a few people in it: about eight or nine.

“This is your cell, girls. Just follow the rules here, and you might live. Either way…” the warden said, shoving both of them into the cell, and locking it behind them.

“Hey man, fuck is your problem?” Rainbow Dash immediately asked, getting up and pounding the cell-door.

The warden shrugged, and walked off.

“Fuckin asshole…” Rainbow Dash grumbled. Then, she fell down, lying on her back.

“Dash? You iight man?” Twilight asked, patting her.

“Yeah,” Rainbow Dash said, beginning to yawn.

“Ya girl’s just a ‘lil tired. Today’s been a fucking day.” Rainbow Dash said, preparing to list it off.

“We infiltrated a house, killed some other kids, you shot Clarence in his leg, we had a shoot-out with the Crips, shoot out with the DL’s officers, and then this court case and the prison procedures… Fuck man, I’m exhausted.” Rainbow Dash said.

“Well, technically… everything after me shooting Clarence was yesterday.” Twilight said, in her well-know matter-of-factly tone.

“Hey, Twi, c’mere?” Rainbow Dash asked. Twilight knelt next to Rainbow Dash.

“Closer.” Rainbow Dash said.

Twilight scooted over, leaning her head in just a bit.

“C’mon, don’t be shy. Closer.” Rainbow Dash said with a small smile.

Twilight’s face began to heat up.

“Relaaaax, she isn’t making moves on you… G-god, what would Pinkie think though!?” Twilight’s thoughts raced.

Twilight, as Rainbow Dash ordered, brought her face closer to Rainbow Dash’s.

*Flick!*

Rainbow Dash flicked Twilight’s nose. “That’s for being a nerd and correcting me.” Rainbow Dash chuckled, as Twilight rubbed her nose, annoyed.

Then, Rainbow Dash took both of her hands and placed them on either of Twilight’s cheeks. She pulled Twilight’s face in, and touched their foreheads together gently. Rainbow Dash closed her eyes and smiled, whilst Twilight looked over her face, blushing, and her mouth slightly agape.

“But thanks, Twilight… I didn’t think that in the two or so days we’ve known each other that I’d grow this close to you… I’m glad I can trust you. You’re an awesome person, and an even better addition to the gang.” Rainbow Dash said. Twilight smiled, as her heart thumped faster.

“I usually don’t like talking about it, but…” Rainbow Dash began. She took a deep breath, which worried Twilight slightly.

“My mom would be so proud that I had a friend like you.” Rainbow Dash said in a sort of low whisper. Rainbow Dash then immediately released her grip, and fell back onto the hard concrete floor, as sleep took her being much faster than usual due to the exhaustion.

Twilight clutched her chest, trying to hide that “stupid” grin creeping up on her face.

Twilight then immediately punched herself in the arm, as that uncomfortable bump rose from her bicep, a reaction to the impact.

“Relax, idiot! You can’t catch feelings for a fuckin taken girl. Especially the one that leads your gang! Gah, idiot!” Twilight mentally scolded herself.

“But she said her mom would be proud! And that’s sensitive stuff! She trusts me enough to say that, aahhhh!” Twilight thought again, tugging on her hair in excitement.

“Oh boy, Twi, caaaaalm-”

“Yo.” A voice called out.

As Twilight looked up, it was the average man she’d usually see on the block. Average build, mean face, but all of those only being a product of the tough city.

“Sup.” Twilight said, immediately adapting back to her street-self.

“Nothin’ much. Whatcha’ll in for?” the man asked.

“Murder, domestic terrorism, mass extortion… What’re you in for?” Twilight asked.

“Attempted robbery of a home. Motherfuckin’ neighbor called the cops on me… But I doubt he’ll do that again, hehe…” the man laughed.

“Oh, really…? What’s your name, man?” Twilight asked.

“They call me Bills.” Bills said.

“Hold on a sec… Ain’t this place gender-isolated?” Twilight asked.

“You think Death Lotus cares about that shit?” Bills chuckled.

“Fair point… So…” Twilight went on, awkwardly.

“I got a question.” Bills asked, hands in his pockets.

“Ask away.” Twilight said, sitting back against the back-half of the cell-door. She closed her eyes calmly.

“You got something for that chick?” Bills asked, referring to Twilight’s behavior shortly after Rainbow Dash fell asleep.

Twilight stopped breathing for a second, as time seemed to slow. She opened her eyes immediately.

“W-what? N-nah man, c’mon…” Twilight chuckled nervously.

“Really? I mean, it was pretty obvious bro, you don’t gotta lie.” Bills said, laughing.

“… Look man, she got a girl anyway, and they seem pretty happy together.” Twilight said with a small sigh, shrugging.

“But does her girl have to know? I mean, do they even need to be together?” Bills asked with a twisted smile.

Twilight immediately shook her head, glaring up at Bills. “Fuck that man. Don’t bring that shit up again, deadass. I don’t rock like that.” Twilight said with intense solemnity.

“Iight, iight, you got it man.” Bills said, putting his hands up defensively.

“By the way,” Bills began, pointing to Rainbow Dash. “Why’s she so fucked up?” Bills asked.

Twilight looked over to Rainbow Dash:

Torn skin and flesh all over her right arm and shoulder… Her left palm was absolutely shredded, and looked grizzly and painfully injured, with bits of the skin severely torn apart, and at other parts, the red flesh could be seen.

Her forehead was bruised, and a bit of blood crusted there… There were many other injuries, but those stood out the most.

“Oh, those? I like to think of those injuries as the pains of passion.” Twilight said, smiling.

“Yeah? How so?” Bills asked.

“Well, let’s start with her forehead: she injured herself, as a sincere apology to hurting someone that didn’t deserve to be hurt. It was all she could think to do to apologize.” Twilight said.

“Passionate, indeed.” Bills said.

“See how her palm and arm’s all torn up ‘n shit? She got that protecting her girl. Crazy bitch slid down a metal cable, and slid across the side of a brick building, tearing her skin off. Off the shits, isn’t she?” Twilight asked with a laugh.

“Granted, I did advise she did it. Though, actually going through with it is a different beast altogether!” Twilight thought.

“That’s some reassuring dedication for just one girl.” Bills said in surprise.

Twilight’s smile faltered, only slightly, as she looked over to Rainbow Dash. “Well see, to her, it’s not just another girl. They seem to have a real deep, intricate relationship. It’s cute, really.” Twilight said, her eyes half-mooning a bit.

“Please, stop fantasizing.” Bills chuckled.

“Fuck off, kid.” Twilight said, with her own (nervous) chuckle.

“Anyways, I got another question.” Bills asked. His tone got serious, which triggered a sense of caution in Twilight. She dropped her casual, friendly mood.

“What’s good?” Twilight asked, looking up at him from her seat on the floor.

“What gang you rep?” Bills asked.

Twilight stopped, and her breathing slowed. As she looked around, she noticed that she had the attention of nearly every other inmate within the cell-room. Then, she noticed that Rainbow Dash had a cyan durag tucked into her pants, hanging out onto the floor. It wasn’t red, orange, or blue…

This conversation wasn’t an act of simple curiosity, or attempt at friendship… Twilight observed behind him more.

Eyes, all on her and Rainbow Dash. Hungry, ominous, suspect…

Twilight looked up at the man, then closed her eyes again.

“What does it matter to you?” Twilight asked, putting her hands behind her head, and resting back again.

“Heh.” Was all that Twilight heard, before his footsteps faded off into the distance.

Chatter returned to the cell as Bills walked away, which Twilight found suspicious. There were definitely other enemies here, so she'd have to be weary...

Whilst Twilight drifted off to sleep from similar exhaustion that Rainbow Dash felt, her last thought was one of slight regret.

“I should’ve boldly yelled “Rainbooms, nigga!” It’s what Rainbow Dash would’ve done, and wanted…”

Some hours had past, and Twilight and Rainbow Dash slept peacefully. What was different, however, was that the prison seemed to be much livelier, and the cell-door was wide-open.

A man walked into the cell, and tripped over Rainbow Dash’s shoe, who happened to be still sleeping peacefully on the concrete floor in front of the cell-door’s entrance.

“Goddammit!” the man yelled, voicing his discontent for the trip. He looked down at Rainbow Dash with hostility.

“Who the fuck is this bitch anyway?” he asked with annoyance, pulling his leg back.

With a hardy grunt, he kicked Rainbow Dash right in the side. Rainbow Dash immediately jolted awake, as eyes went on her.

She turned around, and looked up at the man who kicked her, a glare in her eyes.

“Yo bitch, learn to not be a fuckin obstacle, iight?” The man yelled.

“Yo, nigga, listen up.” Rainbow Dash said, beginning to get up.

Twilight, too, began to stir.

“Right, or left?” Rainbow Dash asked. Seeing Rainbow Dash stand in front of the man, fists tightened, made Twilight ready for trouble.

“The fuck? You stupid, bitch? Right or left what?” the man asked, laughing at Rainbow Dash’s supposed idiocy.

“Which arm you want broken? Maybe I’ll be kind and not break the one you beat your meat with, huh?” Rainbow Dash said, cracking her knuckles.

The man laughed. “Oh, you a funny bitch, huh? Got jokes, yeah?” The man said.

Rainbow Dash ran up and punched the man square in the nose. The man immediately recovered, and socked Rainbow Dash in the gut. With the wind knocked out of her, the man shoved Rainbow Dash into the wall, grabbing her in a chokehold.

Rainbow Dash immediately lifted her hands up, and forced them down, flipping the guy over onto the ground. Rainbow Dash straddled him, and punched ruthlessly. The man tried to guard, to no avail. Finally, he kicked her off.

Rainbow Dash smiled at his now bloodied face. “I look like a joke to you now, nigga?” Rainbow Dash asked with a small chuckle.

Giving an incoherent yell of anger, the man rushed to Rainbow Dash. Ducking under his punch, Rainbow Dash tripped him, as he fell face-forward.

While he was on the ground, Rainbow Dash grabbed his arm forcefully, and twisted it, as the unsettling crack in bone and a blood-curdling scream was heard.

The man got up, and immediately backed up to the wall, now afraid of Rainbow Dash’s sadistic smile.

“I thought I was joke, nigga? You scared now? Huh?” Rainbow Dash asked, walking up to the man slowly.

Before she could get any closer, she felt hands on her wrist. Rainbow Dash turned, and met eyes with Twilight, who felt a chill in her spine as she was met with the sadistic aura Rainbow Dash emanated.

“Relax, Dash. You broke him.” Twilight said.

Rainbow Dash looked back at the hyperventilating man with unforgiving eyes.

“Fuckin pussy.” Rainbow Dash spat.

“Hold on a second…” Rainbow Dash said, feeling around her neck. Something was gone…

“Twi, you know those chains I always have on?” Rainbow Dash asked.

“You mean those two gold ones, and the silver one with a bullet attached?” Twilight asked.

“Yeah… Where are they, cause they didn’t confiscate those…” Rainbow Dash asked.

“… Good point. Somebody must’ve taken it.” Twilight said.

Rainbow Dash got visibly frantic. “That bullet on my silver chain was from my mom’s gun. That bullet is basically the last thing she gave me…” Rainbow Dash said. Her fists tightened hard.

“And those two gold chains were Pinkie’s gift to me as our year’s anniversary gift.” Rainbow Dash said, as her teeth gritted hard.

“Relax. We can ask around.” Twilight said.

Rainbow Dash immediately turned to the other inmates in the cell-room.

“YO!” Rainbow Dash yelled.

“Who the fuck took my shit!?” Rainbow Dash asked with ferocity.

The other inmates were slightly weary of her, as she had just displayed her violence.

“The fuck you talkin’ ‘bout man? Nobody took your shit, chill the fuck out.” A girl said.

“Yo, I look like I don’t know what the fuck I’m talkin’ about, bitch? I’m not fuckin’ playing, I will break necks till I get an answer.” Rainbow Dash said.

“We don’t know, man…” another soul said.

“Twi.” Rainbow Dash said simply, as she began to walk forward slowly.

Twilight quickly joined her, fists tightened.

The others tensed up.

“Y’all got until I get over there to answer, and I put it on my life that at least one of y’all is gonna get a snapped neck.” Rainbow Dash said.
“Look, if y’all could just hurry this up, we can avoid a death or two.” Twilight said.

The others were silent.

…

…

…

“Cell one-seventeen.” The man with the broken arm yelled out. All eyes turned to him.

“Cell one-hundred-seventeen. That’s where they took it.” He said.

Rainbow Dash walked over to the man sitting against the wall, and planted her shoe over his face.

“Speak up faster next time, god-fuckin-dammit!” Rainbow Dash yelled.

“And I’ll be back for the rest of you bitches! Standing in here all this goddamn time, I know you know what the fuck went down! Whoever got y’all so shook to speak, is gonna be nothing compared to what I’ll do when I come back.” Rainbow Dash said with great ferocity. The others flinched.

“Now c’mon Twi, let’s go get my shit back.” Rainbow Dash said, stomping out.

Twilight looked back at the 5 or 6 other inmates, and shrugged. “Just don’t piss her off any more than she needs to be.” Twilight advised, running out after Rainbow Dash.

Twilight walked with Rainbow Dash, feeling targeted by all the stares they received. They seemed to be fixated on all the cyan Rainbow Dash wore, and especially the cyan-durag that hung from Rainbow Dash’s pants.

Twilight noted a few things since they had got here:

The prison was sloppy, or confident: they didn’t confiscate every item, they didn’t have a prison uniform, and they had recess hours for every inmate to enjoy… Either they wanted to incite this kind of internal hostility and conflict, or they didn’t know how to run a facility like this.

“How you feelin’, Dash?” Twilight asked.

“I feel like someone’s gonna die.” Rainbow Dash said in a dark tone.

They both stopped, now at Cell 117.

The figures inside were heavily clad in red. Twilight immediately realized that they were most certainly of the Pirus Gang, commonly known as Bloods.

Rainbow Dash sucked in a deep breath and walked in, banging the cell-door loudly.

“Yo, yo, yo!” Rainbow Dash called out. All eyes turned on her, the chatter ending.

“One of you pussies took my chains. I want whoever has them, to come up to me right now, and give them back. Then, I’m gonna cave their fucking face in for taking it in the first place.” Rainbow Dash said.

The eyes on her tightened and glared. No movement was made. Suddenly, someone chuckled. Rainbow Dash spotted the one who laughed: a large, burly man, with red skin, and simple orange hair that hung over. He had freckles. He sat on the only bed in the room. His muscles and size alone would turn off the normal person, but Rainbow Dash wasn’t normal.

“I’m sick of y’all funny niggas.” Rainbow Dash sighed, walking over to a pipe in the room. She kicked it with great strength, as it flew off. She picked it up, held it tight, and began to walk over to the man who had laughed.

Twilight noticed that beside the red-man was a beautiful, ebony-skinned girl with long, thick, curly hair. She looked so obviously foreign, and wore gold bracelets around her right wrist, and left ankle. She also wore slippers that bedazzled with small crystals. However, her beauty wasn’t what caught Twilight’s attention: it was the fact that she was so close to the red-skinned man clad in red, and she had no red on herself. Just simple jeans and a tank-top. She looked out of place, pretty much.

Before Rainbow Dash could fully reach the red-man, a girl stopped her.

“You’d best back it up, hoe.” The girl said.

“You the one with my chains, bitch?” Rainbow Dash asked.

“’Fraid not.” The girl said. She then grew a smug smile.

“But say I was-,”

*CLANK!*

Rainbow Dash had struck the girl in the temple of her head with extreme strength. She fell to the floor with intensity, her head bleeding severely, and a noticeable imprint of the pipe in her head.

“If you ain’t the one, then don’t fuckin stop me, dumb bitch.” Rainbow Dash said, shaking the blood off of the pipe.

Suddenly, the beautiful ebony-skinned girl walked up to Rainbow Dash, arms folded.

“You’d best not pick a fight with this pack; it is a battle you cannot leave with your body intact.” The girl said.

“Do you have my chains…?” Rainbow Dash asked. The girl shook her head.

Rainbow Dash swung, but the girl was quick and skilled: she ducked under it, grabbed Rainbow Dash by the shoulders, and spun her around. She then kicked Rainbow Dash in the back, pushing her away.

“Well, that’s your cue; let’s see what all of you can do.” The girl said, returning to her place beside the red-man, who had yet to utter a word.
With her sentence, the other eight or nine inmates in the room seemed to surround Rainbow Dash and Twilight.

“Twi.” Rainbow Dash called, as they both stood, backs to each other.

“Sup?” Twilight asked.

“Take it.” Rainbow Dash said, handing the pipe to Twilight.

“What’re you gonna use?” Twilight asked, smacking the pipe into her hand slowly.

“They didn’t take the spiked gloves I got from Clarence.” Rainbow Dash said, as she put the metallic spiked gloves. Twilight nodded.

“They’re coming closer.” Twilight said.

“Thanks, Captain Obvious.” Rainbow Dash chuckled. She then ran up to the three directly in front of her.

Not expecting the sudden rush, the first man was defenseless against the devastating punch that Rainbow Dash delivered to his face, creating a severe gash in his cheek. He fell to the floor swiftly, his head knocking into the concrete harshly.

“Oh shit!” the girl beside him yelled, as she punched at Rainbow Dash.

Rainbow Dash turned, and just inched past the punch. She grabbed her arm, and pulled her towards herself. Using the momentum, Rainbow Dash tossed the girl over her body, knocking into the other person.

Twilight dealt with her own people. Two rushed at her, one flicking out a blade.

“A blade in prison? You fuckin’ serious?” Twilight said out-loud, as she ducked under the slash.

She saw a punch coming from her right, and used the pipe to block. She then lifted her leg to kick the person with the blade back.

“C’mon!” Twilight taunted. The person with the blade cautiously approached Twilight.

Twilight did the same, keeping her eyes around her for the approaching people.

Suddenly, the person stabbed, and Twilight leaned back. She slapped the person’s wrist with the pipe, as the blade dropped. She quickly bashed the person in the head with the pipe, as they dropped. She then picked up the blade, dual-wielding the blade and pipe.

“Come at me now.” Twilight said, smiling smugly. One man ran for her, and tried to disarm her, but failed as Twilight side-stepped him, and slapped him in the back of the head with the pipe. He dropped, motionless.

“Yo, Dash!” Twilight yelled.

Rainbow Dash leaned past a punch, and dug her fist into the man’s gut, and quickly used her other hand to punch him down into the concrete with her spiked gloves.

“Yeah!?” Rainbow Dash yelled back, jumping away from another attack.

“Which one? Pipe or blade?” Twilight yelled, as she pushed aside an incoming fist. She then drove the blade into the man’s gut, quickly removing it, as he fell over.

“Send that pipe over!” Rainbow Dash yelled. Twilight tossed on request.

Rainbow Dash caught the pipe just in time to slam into the side of an approaching girl. She then knocked her out with a quick blow to the head.

“All done! You?” Rainbow Dash called.

“Almost, hold up!” Twilight said, as she dodged the man’s fist. The man backed Twilight up to wall. His confidence at his advancement would prove deadly. As he punched again, Twilight dodged it, and pulled his fist to the wall.

She then stabbed the man’s hand to the wall with great strength. She then stepped over to his other arm, and broke it ruthlessly.

“I left one conscious, Dash. So he could witness what’s about to happen to the big man back there.” Twilight said with a gleam of fealty in her eye, pointing to the final two figures in the back.

“Good thinking Twi, thanks!” Rainbow Dash said with a large smile. Twilight smiled back, as they both turned to them.

“You two are far from tame; if you don’t mind, what are both of your names?” The girl asked. Her accent was definitely foreign, but she spoke with a sort of definite elegancy.

“Rainbow Dash and Twilight bitch, you won’t forget it.” Rainbow Dash said with a smirk.

“And y’all are…?” Twilight asked.

“Zecora’s mine, but don’t worry about him in the back; after all, I’ll be the one to end your meaningless attack.” Zecora said, arms folded, leaning on the wall beside the bed the red-man sat on.

He had uttered not one word to this very second. He only quietly observed.

“So are you rolling with the Bloods like the rest of these peeps?” Twilight asked.

“You misunderstand; I belong to no gang.” Zecora said.

“Is this bitch still in pre-school? Drop the rhymes already.” Rainbow Dash said.

“It is but a simple game; one I play with myself to keep my mind sharp as a blade.” Zecora stated.

“Unfortunately for you, you’ll probably die here; but I will make it quick, so have no fear.” Zecora stated, beginning to walk slowly towards the two.

“This bitch got a lot of talk for a 2-on-1.” Rainbow Dash said, as Twilight circled around to flank her from the other side.

Zecora shook her head in disapproval at the strategy.

“Come.” Zecora said simply.

Both charged at her. Zecora dashed with lightning speed over to Twilight, catching her off-guard. She twisted Twilight’s arm behind her back, and forced the blade out of her hands. She then brutally kicked the back of Twilight’s knee, and wrapped her arm around her neck.

She held the blade to her neck, as Rainbow Dash stood, frozen at the display of skill and finesse.

“Toss the pipe away; then maybe she’ll live another day.” Zecora threatened, poking the struggling Twilight’s neck with the blade, drawing a bit of blood.

“Don’t do it, Dash! It ain’t worth it, she’ll probably do it anyway!” Twilight squeezed out through the choke.

Rainbow Dash froze up. She looked behind her, and the red-man had not moved an inch. She looked back at Zecora, who showed no signs of a bluff.

Clearly, they were confident they could win, and were showing that they could quite easily. Would Rainbow Dash really sacrifice Twilight like that?

With a loud cling and clang, Rainbow Dash tossed the pipe aside.

“Dash!” Twilight yelled.

“Sorry Twi, I can’t lose you…” Rainbow Dash said, looking down.

“I am quite pleased with how that went; I suppose I’ll grant you two a few more attempts.” Zecora said, as she tossed the blade aside, and kicked Twilight over. Twilight rolled back to Rainbow Dash.

Twilight got up onto her knees, rubbing the blood off of her throat from the small slit.

“Fucking bitch…” Twilight cursed, gasping to catch her air again.

Zecora held up a single finger.

“One?” Rainbow Dash asked, confused.

“Hit me in one minute to pass my test; fail, and you'll receive an eternal rest.” Zecora said coldly. She walked over to the two. Both tensed up, and readied themselves.

Twilight ran and punched at Zecora, but she simply side-stepped it and delivered a devastating punch into Twilight’s gut, knocking the wind out of her so hard that saliva poured over Twilight’s bottom lip.

Zecora then rushed past and punched at Rainbow Dash. Rainbow Dash caught the punch with one hand, but wasn’t expecting the incoming leg, and was kicked in the head down into the concrete with great strength.

“We gotta hit her together…!” Rainbow Dash said, as they both recovered.

Both ran towards Zecora. As they both punched, Zecora hopped back. She then punched Twilight’s side, whilst ducking under Rainbow Dash’s kick. She swept with her feet, knocking Rainbow Dash off of her feet. She then blocked a punch from Twilight, kicking her in the side. As both punched once more, Zecora leaned back, as they punched each other on mistake.

Zecora then grabbed both of their hands, pulling them back with great strength, and made their heads collide with great velocity.

Twilight and Rainbow Dash laid on the floor, bruised and disoriented.

“For people who talk the shits, you sure can’t take many hits.” Zecora stated, seeing that both were already exhausted, tired, and bruised.

“For your information, we’ve had a long ass day.” Twilight said, on the floor.

“Twi, who the fuck are these people, man? Cause this bitch is something else.” Rainbow Dash said, getting up in a stumble.

“You didn’t notice with all that red? They’re Bloods.” Twilight said, getting up in a similar fashion.

“You mean, like Pirus?” Rainbow Dash asked.

“Yeah.” Twilight said.

Zecora began to walk towards the two, prepared to finish them.

“… That’s funny… Ain’t that Applejack bitch we recruited leader of the Crips? And here we are, facing off against her biggest enemies. Lazy hoe should be here helping us.” Rainbow Dash chuckled, as she prepared herself.

Twilight laughed. “Yeah, I guess she should.”

Zecora smiled at their casual-behavior whilst in a situation that clearly was going to result in their death. She almost felt bad that she’d be crushing their spirits.

Just as Zecora was about to strike, a deep voice vibrated from the red-man in the back.

“What did you just say…?” the voice vibrated. It’s bass alone was intimidating.

Zecora stepped aside immediately, as the red-man stood up, towering over everyone else in the room.

“That’s right, I said Applejack, leader of the Crips. What’s it to you? You’re just some lowly Blood anyway.” Rainbow Dash shrugged. She was in no way intimidated by the large man.

“Allow me to introduce myself…” the man began, as he cracked his large knuckles, the cracks echoing throughout the cell-room. He stood across from the 68 inch-tall Rainbow Dash, towering at a tall 78 inches.

“My name’s Big Mac… I’m the leader of the Pirus, and that Applejack…” Big Mac began, as he looked down directly into Rainbow Dash’s eyes, an angry, passionate flame burning in his glare.

“… is my younger sister.”