A chilly wind swept past Flash Sentry's cobalt blue hair as he stumbled about in a dark forest. His ragged breath steamed in front of him as he continued to run for his life. He had been running for hours, not so much as even a break in between. But he knew, a dark force was always lurking, stalking him no matter how far, how fast, or how hard he ran. Flash fled from the desolate Forrest. Earlier, the blue-haired musician was driving safely in his car - he was on his way to the Twilight's from Crystal Prep's home to try his luck again. (The pony variation of said girl only ever visited very rarely so could you blame him?). It was late in the evening; the road was vaguely clear - not even the headlights of his car lit them well, but then it all happened in a mere heart beat when his ride suddenly swerved out of control.

Flash, though lightly injured from the crash, struggled out of the crushed metal remains that was his car, though now he was alone in a dark forest. "What the hell...?" Flash murmured to him himself, panic creeping into his mind as he inspected his car; the tires were slashed to pieces, only the metal itself was standing. And that was when he saw it. Two glowing eyes in the distance, one pale pink and the other a murky brown, piercing into his soul. It slowly approached, still under the cover of darkness. Flash did not stay to get a better look, he fled.

Now walking down the empty roadside, catching his breath, Flash wondered if he had lost his stalker. Flash looked over his shoulder - no one seemed to be there, he limped a little faster in case, still too fatigued for a full-blown sprint. Lights belonging to another car a short walk away flared, blinding him. Like a deer caught in the headlights, Flash was frozen. He didn't even hear the roar of the monstrous engine or the sickening snap that occurred upon impact.

Satisfied with her handiwork, the mute girl driving the vehicle pulled over and got out, slowly approaching the downed blue-haired pedestrian; each step carried a remarkable amount of sass, amplified by the swaying of her hips.
The girl was clad in a fashionable attire that would make even Rarity burn with envy. She approached her prey, watching smugly as the light slowly bled away from his eyes. His body was a mangled mess, there was no way he could stand as bones twisted in sickening angles - tearing through skin. Blood oozed profusely. Normally, Neopolitan liked playing with her victims until they begged for death, but she didn't possess the luxury of time today. The girl held a furled stylish parasol in her hand, to anyone else it would seem to be a normal accessory, but only Neo knew of its real use. Her eyes flashed from pale pink and dark brown to glowing white as she brandished the concealed blade from her parasol.

Neopolitan's business was concluded here. So much for gathering Intel on a student; sometimes the killer let her urges to cause death take hold, however it was very rare, though that did earn her the title of "psychopathic assassin".

A much older woman whom runs a well-established academy - Cinch her name was, or something like that hired her recently. Her mission was to infiltrate a rival school: Canterlot High, and find out who caused those ridiculous displays throughout the games and deal with them. Judging from the footage, Neo would've mistaken it for a live action adaption of an anime.

The first session of recon ended in failure, she only just started her job and already a student died, though maybe he was part of the reason for the crazy events? Cinch would have to take her word. Neo smirked at that.

Neo stalked a new prey through the night unnoticed, this was suppose to be another recon mission to scout out the school and familiarise herself with the layout, but with no one about - who could possibly stop her? The girl she was hunting rounded a corner leading to the back of the school and climbed a ladder leading up to the rooftops. Just what was she up to? Ah well, Neo could always make it look like a suicide. The assassin lurked in the shadows and watched the girl stare out into the distant town.

"Power…"

Neo cocked her head to the side; was she… Singing? how odd, Neo thought, but it's not the strangest thing she ever witnessed. As the girl continued to sing, Neo felt calm warmth, as if she was being soothed by the voice. And Neo hated every second of it.
Suddenly the random girl before her was set on fire, but she was okay? She started to float off the ground. A pair of red and gold feathery wings sprouted from her back as her song finished; the sun rose soon after. Just how long had the killer been waiting? It didn't matter. Neo licked her lips imagining herself ripping those soon to be bloody appendages from the girl's back, hearing her cries of mercy and the choking gurgle of blood once she slits her throat. The assassin crept closer, silently drawing her weapon once more - she was going to make that fantasy a reality.

"Sunset!" called a high-pitched voice.

This wasn't good; Neo couldn't risk being seen. The assassin retreated back. On the roof was a door. Open. This would do for an escape. Neo fled deeper into the passage.

"Huh? Oh, hey pinkie!" Sunset Shimmer shouted back, the magical wings fading away into little specks of golden embers.

"What are you doing up there? Don't you know someone could sneak up behind you and push you off!"

"That's… A little specific, Pinkie…" Sunset mumbled, wondering if Pinkie wasn't planning something like that along with the entire school after what she did not too long ago, before the Battle of the Bands. She thought they were over this. She thought she had been redeemed, but apparently not - everyone still very much loathed the Phoenix girl.

As the girls had their conversation, Neo cursed the pink arrival for dashing her plans of rightful murder. And what was with The Girl on Fire? No matter, Neo thought, her job was to just find out what caused the light show: a simple recon. But Neo was determined to have some fun before her job was complete. All she would need is to have patience. Having the plan to re-encounter the fiery girl later, Neo slipped away, deeper into the school. Arriving to the base of the school, the hit-woman silently cursed once again; the school was beginning to start, and people were aplenty. She would have to blend in to the crowd if she wanted to remain a mystery. So with a twirl of her parasol, Neo's attire once again changed: now clad in a stylish pink, white and brown schoolgirl uniform, complete with stockings: the perfect disguise.

As soon as the bell signalling the start of class rang, a sea of sweaty teenagers going about their day consumed Neo. When the dust settled, Neo was a trampled mess on the tiled floor. The disguised assassin huffed in annoyance; she slowly picked herself up, dusting off any offending dirt on her person. Would it kill them for a little mannerism? No. But she would later, every single one of them. A little case of arson should do nicely-- "Pardon me," a heavily accented voice disturbed Neo's bloody train of thought, she turned only to have to look up at a tall, blonde teenager. "You're lookin' a little lost, friend. You new here?"
Neo nodded once.

Author's Note

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