Equestria Girls: Los Santos

I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of a closing door. As I looked around, I found Adagio gone. I rubbed my eyes awake and stood up, careful not to step on Rusty, sleeping next to my foot. I stepped over her and walked into the kitchen. I pulled out a shot glass from Aria's cabinet as well as a bottle of whiskey. I opened up the half empty bottle and poured myself a shot. I took a quick breath before downing the liquor. I wasn't used to this flavor, nor the sting that followed. I put down the shot glass and held myself up on the counter, trying to shake the sudden buzz.

“That's strong shit,” I whispered to myself. As the tipsy feeling went away, I cleaned out the glass and put it and the bottle back where they were. As I left the kitchen, I noticed a bright pink Post-It note on the normally blank refrigerator. My leaned closer to see, and I read the note to myself.

“Adagio, if you notice I'm gone, don't bother looking for me. I have some unfinished business with someone important. I won't be answering any questions when I get back, so don't bother asking. Also, I don't know when I'll be back. Just look after the place for me until I do. Or, you know, whatever. Not that I care. - Aria.”

“Oh no,” I murmured. I looked around, and found another Post-It note on the kitchen counter. A bright green one. I quickly picked it up and read it over.
“Braveheart, I'm going to be gone for a while. I have to go find Aria. I brought Sonata with me, so you and Rusty are the only ones at the apartment. Come find me when you can. If I know Aria, she'll be up North, at the Grand Senora Desert. Try and find me there. Hopefully I'll see you soon. - Adagio.”

“Fuck,” I muttered. I ran into Aria's planning room, and grabbed a Special Carbine rifle and a Marksman Pistol from her gun rack. I also took a Micro SMG and a few Grenades, just in case. I put them into a duffel bag, and grabbed two Super Heavy Armor vests. I stuffed them into the duffel bag and ran outside, snatching up flashlight attachments for the guns. I walked out of the planning room, and was about to open the door to leave when I heard something behind me.

“Braveheart?” Rusty quietly asked. “What're you doing? It's got to be past midnight.” I turned around and walked over to Rusty.

“Aria left a while ago, and Adagio went to find her,” I explained. “I'm going to find Adagio.”

“I'll come with you,” Rusty offered.

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I don't know what I'm going to find out there, and I don't want something to happen to you.”

“I don't care,” Rusty firmly said. “I'm going with you.”

“No,” I sternly argued. “I'm not going to let something or someone hurt you Rusty. Not after what I saw you through all those years ago.”

“Are you still on about that?” Rusty asked, frustrated. “Don't forget, I got you out of trouble with Lightning Dust when she starting picking a fight with you at the start of Senior year.”

“Hey, I didn't start that,” I remarked. “I accidentally bumped into her in the hall, and she got all worked up about it.”

“Regardless,” Rusty said. “I can take care of myself now, and I'm coming with you.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I couldn't deny that Rusty had gotten tougher since I got her out of the alleys. She took Speech and Debate and Psychology as well as Weights and Fitness during Senior year, so her physical and verbal strength was significantly better by graduation. I let out a heavy sigh and opened my eyes.

“All right,” I agreed. “Let me get you a weapon.” I walked back into the planning room and grabbed an Assault Rifle from the wall. I stuck it into the duffel bag and took a flashlight attachment for it. I left the room, and Rusty followed me out of the apartment to the garage. I climbed inside Aria's Canis Mesa jeep and tossed the duffel bag in the back. Rusty got into the passenger seat, and I drove out of the garage. As I drove through Los Santos and onto the highway, Rusty seemed on edge.

“You want me to drive you back?” I asked.

“No,” Rusty stormed. “We're going to find Adagio and Sonata. We will not turn around and abandon them. I'm fine.” I sighed and kept driving. As I did, I thought about the fight I nearly got in with Lightning Dust.

~~~Flashback~~~

The 3:00 bell rang, during Pre-Calculus, signaling the end of the day.

“All right class,” Miss Cheerilee said. “The assignment is page 274, problems 1 through 27. Class dismissed.” My Pre-Calculus class stood up from their seats and walked out of the classroom. I grabbed my books and stepped out of the room myself. I met up with Rusty after I returned the books I didn't need to my locker. As I rounded the corner at the end of the hall, I collided with someone, knocking an open water bottle out of their hand, and spilling it on their shirt.

“Sorry,” I quickly said. I picked up the water bottle off the floor and stood up, giving the bottle back. I looked up to see Lightning Dust, furious. Her white tank top was stained purple from the apparent Gatorade in the bottle. She backhanded the water bottle out of my hand and got in my face.

“What the fuck was that for?!” she screeched. I didn't flinch.

“It was an accident, Dust,” I explained. “I didn't mean to bump into you.”

“Like hell you didn't!” Dust yelled. “I outta break your scrawny neck.”

“Hey, leave him alone,” Rainbow Dash said, getting between us. “He clearly didn't mean it.” I watched as Lightning Dust grabbed Rainbow by the neck and shoved her aside. Cloudchaser and Flitter ran over, making sure Dash was OK. Lightning refocused her anger towards me.

“This is my favorite gym shirt, and you've ruined it,” she hissed. “Now you're going to pay for this.”

“If you mean buy you a new shirt, fine,” I said. “I'm more than willing.” Infuriated, Lightning Dust lunged at me, throwing a punch. Before I could react, Rusty came between us and grabbed Lightning's wrist, stopping her swing. Lightning glared at Rusty with a fire in her eyes.

“Let go of me you little runt,” Dust growled. She tried to yank her arm away, but Rusty's grip was too strong, much to Dust's surprise. As I stepped next to Rusty, I noticed something off. Her eyes were glowing an unnatural and unholy yellow, and her light blue eye had faded to the same red as her other eye. I watched as Dust's angry expression faltered quickly, and it shifted to one of pain. I looked down, and saw Rusty's grip tightening around Dust's wrist. Lightning's wrist turned white, and she tried to pull herself free. Rusty gave Lightning one last glare, then released her. Dust fell to the floor, gripping her hand. She stood up, picked up her water bottle, and turned away with a huff. Rusty walked out the door and I followed her, waving to Dash and her friends.

~~~Present~~~

I sighed again as I remembered Rusty's bravery standing up for me. But at the same time, I felt scared from her sudden change of nature. She had never been like that.

“You all right?” Rusty asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “I'm fine.” A loud blast rang out, and something pierced through the roof of the jeep, narrowly missing my head.

“SHIT!!” I yelled, swerving as I hit the brakes. The jeep spun out onto the sandy offroad, nearly tipping over. As Rusty and I recovered from the sudden scare, I took Rusty's hand.

“You OK?” I asked, panicked. Rusty managed a nod.

“I think so,” she said.

“Good,” I nodded. “Did you see where that shot came from?”

“I think it was from one of the satellite dishes,” Rusty guessed. I turned around and reached underneath the back seats.

“Good thing Aria keeps a sniper rifle in her jeep,” I murmured to myself. I grabbed the Heavy Sniper and took aim at the nearest satellite dish. As I zoomed in, I saw a brief twinkle in the scope. I focused on the light, and saw Adagio and Sonata crouched on a platform. She was mouthing “Sorry” to me. Sighing with relief, I gave her a thumbs up and put the sniper rifle into the duffel bag. I drove over to the dish and Rusty and I got out. We climbed up the stairs to where Adagio and Sonata were, and we crouched down with them. I quietly laid the duffel bag full of weapons down.

“Good to see you, Braveheart,” Adagio whispered.

“Did you find Aria?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Adagio replied. “She's out there. Take a look.” I took the Sniper Rifle and aimed where Adagio was pointing. Sure enough, Aria came into sight. She was talking to two men. One of them wore a white tank top, had messy balding hair, and a pair of jeans. On his throat was a tattooed dotted line with the words “Cut Here” below it. The other guy wore a red plaid shirt, a brown fishing cap, and wore a knee brace and glasses.

“We haven't been able to figure out what they're doing,” Sonata said. As I watched the three talk, I heard motorcycles. The two men looked back, and they took cover behind nearby boxes. I looked around to see about 20 motorcycles drive up, and the bikers got off, firing pistols and shotguns.

“Should we do something?” Rusty asked.

“I am,” I said, pulling the Heavy Sniper from the duffel bag.

“That doesn't have a suppressor you know,” Adagio warned. “Just know, once you shoot, you'll have that gang focusing fire on you.”

“That's why I brought more,” I said. I pulled out the rest of the weapons from the bag. I gave Sonata and Rusty a weapon and a Grenade. I gave Adagio another Grenade.

“Remember,” I told everyone. “One hand grenade. Use it wisely.”

“I won't even ask where you got these,” Adagio muttered, shaking her head. I took aim with my sniper at a biker's head and pulled the trigger. The loud shot rang out through the night, overpowering the automatic fire below. The bullet made contact, and the biker's head exploded. His body fell dead, and the other bikers started shooting at me.

“Here we go,” Rusty said. She raised her Micro SMG and fired down at the bikers. Adagio and I sniped the bikers, while Rusty, Sonata, Aria, and the other two guys riddled them with bullets. Within a few minutes, the biker's were nothing but corpses on the desert ground. We put away our guns and got down from the satellite dish. We walked over to Aria and the two guys. As we got closer, we started to hear Aria and the guy with the tank top arguing.

“Way to go Trevor,” Aria stormed. “Bringing the fucking Lost MC with you. I told you to make sure you weren't followed.”

“In my defense, it was Ron's job to make sure the Lost stayed away,” Trevor said. “But...I couldn't resist the urge to shoot one of them on the way here, so I guess it was a little bit my fault.”

“Oh, no shit Trevor!” Aria cried. “Do you even have the stuff with you?”

“Of course I brought the stuff, sweetheart,” Trevor said. “Ron, give it.”

“Oh, yes sir, Trevor,” Ron nervously said. He pulled a brown package out of his pack and gave it to Trevor. Aria held her hand out.

“Hand it over,” she said.

“First the money, then the cocaine,” Trevor said.

“What's this about cocaine?” Adagio sternly asked. Aria whipped around, her eyes wide.

“Well well well, Aria,” Trevor said. “You didn't tell me you were bringing friends. If I had known, I would have cooked up some coke for everyone. We'd be having a big gangbang orgy right now.”

“Zip it,” I muttered aloud. I already didn't like this guy.

“Adagio, I told you not to look for me,” Aria said.

“You can't just run out of the house, Aria,” Adagio cried. “I'm still older than you, and still have authority.”

“OK now,” Trevor said, breaking the argument. “As much as I love listening to you bitches gripe at each other, aren't you going to introduce me to your friends, Aria?” Aria growled and rolled her eyes.

“Trevor, Ron. This is Adagio and Sonata, my sisters,” Aria said. “The other two are Braveheart and Rusty.” She turned to us. “Guys, this is Trevor and Ron.”

“A pleasure to meet all of you,” Trevor said, sounding excited. “Ooh, I like that robotic arm you've got there, young man. What happened? Oh it's OK, you can tell Uncle Trevor. I'll understand.” I rolled my eyes. This guy had some serious psychological issues.

“Car crash,” I deadpanned.

“Oh I am so sorry,” Trevor sympathetically faked. “I'm so glad you're still alive.”

“Don't give me shit,” I muttered.

“But I'm not,” Trevor defensively said, stepping closer. Aria put a hand to his chest, stopping him from walking further.

“Save it, Trevor,” she said. “He's not worth it.” I barred my teeth and clenched my fists.

“Why I outta...” I started, before Rusty held me back. I calmed down a bit.

“Well, it was nice meeting the lot of you,” Trevor said. “But I've got to get back to the T.P.I. Headquarters. I might have another job for you soon Aria. So stay in touch.” He and Ron left the area in their faded red truck, which Adagio just noticed.

“Hey, wait a fucking minute!” she stormed. She pulled out her sniper and took aim. Aria quickly pushed the muzzle to the dirt.

“Don't!” she angrily cried. “Don't you fucking dare.”

“He almost ran me, Rusty, and Sonata over in the city, Aria!” Adagio yelled. “Mark my words, I will kill him!”

“He's a legitimate businessman,” Aria reasoned. “You can't.”

“Legitimate my ass,” Rusty muttered. “If he's on the run from biker gangs selling coke, I would hardly call that legitimate.”

“It counts,” Aria said.

“No it doesn't,” I retorted, shaking my head.

“Aria, we are going straight back to your apartment, and we are going to have a long discussion about this,” Adagio said. She turned around, taking Sonata with her. Rusty and I left for the jeep, and Aria to her own car, parked somewhere else. We all drove back to the apartment. By the time we reached Los Santos, it was daybreak. We parked the cars in the garage and took the elevator up to the apartment. As we walked in, I put the guns back in the planning room while Adagio and Aria went downstairs. Sonata practically vaulted onto the couch, turning on the TV. I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down at one of Aria's four chairs surrounding a circular table. Rusty joined Sonata on the couch. As I sipped my coffee, I thought about Trevor. He was clearly a mentally unstable person, probably to the point of insanity. He could mean trouble for us if he got out of control. I prayed to myself that it wouldn't come to that.