My Little Pony: Equestria Girls 3 1/2: The Diamond

Steele came out of his room with an empty greasy back of barbecue wings. He sucked on his fingers one by one to get the sauce off, in which he enjoyed. He went over to the trash, which was now full, and attempted to put it in there. But alas, it failed, as the trash bin as reached it's maximum limit. Steele rolled his eyes over how much trash there was. It's only been a day and already the trash was full. Said trash had at least 3 empty boxes of Hot Pockets and it's wrappers, burrito wrappers, and other shit that they didn't even buy. He even saw an eyeball in there. Steele knew why there was an eyeball in there, as he rolled his eyes once again.

"Chris!" he yelled. There was no response. The only people in the room were Applejack, Rainbow Dash and Sunset, as they looked over to see what was wrong. "Chris! Get your ass over here before I break your fingers!" Finally the garage door opened, revealing Chris with blood stains on his yellow T-Shirt and green jacket and part of his brown pants.

"What?" he asked, as if he didn't realize that there were blood stains on him.

"Did you kill someone?" asked Steele. Chris looked around hesitatingly trying to come up with an excuse.

"No." he simply said.

"Yes you did! There's an eyeball in the trash and your covered in blood, who was it?"

"Uhhh... no one S, honest."

"Are you bullshitting me Chris. You know I hate being lied to. Look I understand your a psychopath, but you don't have to go killing just for fun okay."

"You're a psychopath too Steele."

"I am an unstable sociopath, complete difference. I only get psycho when I get angry, which is what I am right now! Now where's the body?"

"I buried it okay!"

"Well you have DNA in the trash bin, take care of that!"

"Alright Steele." Chris started walking towards the trash bin. He picked it up and started heading outside where he can properly dispose of the DNA.

"I swear he's worse than my parents... if I knew them for a little longer." Upon hearing this, the girls wondered why he said that. He should've known his parents for a long time, probably 18-19 years, how come he didn't know them.

"What do you mean, 'if you knew them'?" asked Sunset.

"If who knew who?" asked Rarity who came from outside who just done some shopping, along with Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy.

"Also why was Chris carrying a bloody trash bin?" asked Fluttershy in the meek tone.

"Ah don't mind him, he's just being Chris, like Nathan being... well Nathan." said Steele.

"But you didn't answer my question. Why'd you say that? You should've known your parents for a long time." said Sunset. Steele sighed a long sigh, as he drooped his head.

"My life... well... it's a long story." said Steele.

"OOHH OOHH! I love stories! Tell us! Tell us!" exclaimed Pinkie.

"Yeah Steele, you brought it up, now you're gonna have to tell us." said Rainbow. Steele looked at the girls who were all waiting patiently and smiling. Steele gave an agitated groan.

"Fine! Fine, I'll tell you." With that he took a deep breath. "It all started 23 years ago, in this very state... of Colorado."

[1993]

[Denver, Colorado]

I never knew my parents. I was only 5 when the day that changed my life happened.

It was a raining night, at 10:03 PM. Steele's dad's car drove next to an alleyway. Young Steele looked at his dad who had an angry look on his face.

"Daddy, where are we?" asked young Steele. His dad closed his eyes and then looked at him with an angry look. "Daddy, why do you look angry?" asked young Steele. His dad just kept staring at him.

"Get out." his dad said. Young Steele's eyes widened.

"Why-" before he could finish, his dad yelled at him.

"Get out of the car now!" yelled his dad.

"Daddy you're scaring me." said young Steele.

"GET OUT OF THE FUCKING CAR NOW YOU LITTLE SHIT!" yelled his dad. Young Steele began to tear up. "I said get the FUCK OUT OF THE CAR!" yelled his dad as he punched young Steele's face. Young Steele started crying after the blow to his face. His dad had enough of this. He got out of the car and went to the passenger side. He opened the door and punched young Steele's face again, and threw him into a trashcan. "I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN! YOU WERE AN ACCIDENT! FUCK!" yelled his dad as he got into the car. "If I see you at my house, YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD!" yelled his dad as he drove off. Young Steele got up and began chase.

"Daddy! Daddy wait! Daddy! Daddy!" yelled young Steele. He got on his knees as rain began pouring on his little head. "DADDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" yelled young Steele.

It was the worst day of my life. Abandoned by my very own parents. It was then and there that I learned to not trust anyone, not even your own parents. I started living in that alley. For years I would ask for food and water, but all I got, was nothing. No one came to take me in. All they saw was a helpless child. I never truly had a friend, until one day, I found a dog.

[1998]

[5 years later]

10 year old Steele was rummaging in a trash can looking for some food. All he got was nothing but rotten stuff. He let out a sigh. He then heard what sounding like trashcans and whimpering. He looked and saw a dog, a small black and brown chihuahua. 10 year old Steele noticed it and walked over to it.

"Hello there." said 10 year old Steele. The chihuahua looked at him. It slowly came towards him, still whimpering. 10 year old Steele drew out his arms. "Come here, come here." he said. The dog got in his hands. He brought the dog to his face, and the dog licked it. 10 year old Steele started laughing. "Do you have a home?" asked 10 year old Steele. The dog looked sadly at him. Steele realized it was abandoned. "Me neither. But you can stay with me. I live right here. We can be, like... roommates. How's that sound?" asked 10 year old Steele. The dog barked happily and started licking his face. 10 year old Steele started laughing again. "I think I'm gonna call you Lola." said Steele as the dog started licking his face again.

Me and Lola started becoming happy. We played together. We ate together. We even slept together. I protected her and she protected me. Together, we were a team. That is, until that dreadful day. When I was asleep, I heard a noise, and talking. I woke up and saw people taking something away. I decided to walk over to see what it was.

"Excuse me. But, what are you doing?" asked 10 year old Steele. The guy looked at him.

"Well we've found this dog got hit by a car, it was a chihuahua." said the man. 10 year old Steele's eyes widened. He ran over to the guys who were carrying the dog. He pushed them out to see Lola all crushed, blood coming out with bones sticking. His eye's started to tearing, until he couldn't hold it in.

"LOLA! LOLA! LOLAAAA!" he kept yelling her name until he was picked up by the guys. The last thing he saw was the dog being taken away from him, from his heart, forever.

I've lost the only friend I've ever had. She was my best friend. I thought I would always be sad and lonely, until that day that changed my life for ever.

[2006]

[8 years later]

Steele was now 18 years old. He was eating a sandwich that he had gotten from the trashcan before he noticed a guy wearing a ski mask and holding a gun go into a shop across the street. 18 year old Steele looked at the guy. He only saw the guy point the gun and shoot it. A few minutes later, he ran out carrying a bag. 18 year old Steele decided to investigate this. He followed the guy into an abandoned building that the crook went inside one of the rooms. 18 year old Steele peeked in to see the guy taking out green stuff out of the bag. It was... money. 18 year old Steele knew money was valuable.

"Hahaha! Those suckers never knew what was coming." said the crook. Then his phone ranged. "Hello. Hm-hm. Yep I got it all here." said the crook as he walked into another room. 18 year old Steele decided to walk in. He carefully walked and took the bag of money, the gun, and the ski mask. He walked out of the room and soon out of the building. 18 year old Steele ran back to his alley. He dumped the money on the ground.

It was then that I knew what I had to do. Steal money. So I started robbing joints. The first place was the place where the crook robbed. I robbed it and I stole over 300 dollars. I eventually went big. From robbing stores, to robbing banks. Eventually I got good. I knew all about DNA, and fingerprints, and witnesses. I began dressing so know on would see my skin, and had a voice changer so no one would hear what I sound like. By the age of 20, I formed a group of criminals. There was me, Steele, the leader, then there were these other guys. 2 dick heads I hated, well I hated the team either way. Their names were Chad Williams and John. Never knew his last name. Then there was this Russian. He was bearable, but I hated him also. His name was Viktor Mikhail. We were the perfect team of the year, we robbed stores, busted drug deals, we even robbed babies and their candies, until one day, a heist went wrong. We were planning it as our last heist so we could retire. Our target, Colorado State Bank. We were in the sewers. Now let me tell you, that wasn't our original escape, our original escape was going to be a helicopter, but the cops shot it down. Now we were in the sewers.

[2008]

[2 years later]

"God damnit it stinks down here." yelled John.

"Would you shut up, cops may be down here." yelled Steele in a quiet tone.

"The faster we get out of here, the better." said Viktor.

"Why so you could go back and start drinking vodka like you always do?" asked Chad sarcastically. They were wearing ski masks while walking in the sewer. They were also wearing armor and had great weapons. Steele had a shotgun, Chad had a large machine gun, and Viktor had an assault rifle. John however wasn't. He wasn't wearing armor, and had a crappy SMG.

"Shut up Chad, at least I'm not gay for John." said Viktor in a mean manner.

"I'm not gay for John, he's my best friend. We share lot so of things in common." said Chad.

"Yeah, like being annoying dick heads if you ask me." said Steele.

"Fuck you Steele!" yelled John.

"I said shut up John!" said Matthew. They were heading towards a corner. Behind that corner was a cop in a bomb proof suit. He cocked his shotgun with the group hearing it.

"What was that?" asked Chad. Steele slowly walked over to the corner. Just then, the cop came out and shot Steele in the chest. Steele fell but no blood came out as he was wearing armor, and he didn't feel a thing, but the force was powerful that it knocked him down. Steele got up and started shooting at the head, but the cop's head was armored. The cop hit Steele with the butt of his gun, causing Steele to fall down again.

"BULLDOZER!" yelled Viktor. (yes the one in Payday) The Bulldozer shot John in the chest, and this time, blood came out because John was too stupid not to wear armor. John started having trouble breathing. Chad came over to help him. Steele was knocked out on the ground. The Bulldozer was about to shoot Chad until Viktor came up and jumped on his head and put his hands around him, concealing his vision. The Bulldozer tried to get him off, all while losing his shotgun. Chad was pressing hard on John's chest.

"Come on John, you can make it." said Chad. John was coughing out blood. Back with the Viktor, the Bulldozer grabbed on to Viktor, but Viktor was still grabbing onto the Bulldozer. "John stay with me." said Chad as he took off his ski mask and John's ski mask. John's face was revealed as he had brown eyes, goatee, and had long, greasy black hair. The Bulldozer took off Viktor's ski mask, revealing that he had short hair, and a scar on his right cheek, and threw it on the ground. "John come on man." said Chad. "Chad." was the only word that John could say. Viktor finally brought the Bulldozer on the ground. He grabbed his assault rifle and put his foot on the Bulldozer. Since Matthew already shot the armor, all it would take would be a few shots. Viktor pointed the gun at the Bulldozer's head. He then proceeded to shoot it.

"AAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!" yelled Viktor as he shot the head. Blood poured on his chest, causing the Bulldozer to be dead.

"John come on! Please don't die." sobbed Chad.

"Chad... This team...fucking...sucks." said John as he closed his eyes with his head falling on the ground. John was now deceased. Chad started sobbing and crying on John's chest.

"AAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!" yelled Viktor as he still was shooting. He then stopped and started panting, looking at the fucked up face that was once a Bulldozer. Viktor got up and walked over to Chad, still crying on John's chest. Viktor placed a hand on Chad's shoulder. He shook his head indicating that John was gone. Chad came up and pushed Viktor away. Steele woke up and looked around him. He saw a dead Bulldozer on one side, and Chad crying with Viktor above him with John laying on the ground, lifeless. He slowly got up and felt his face, he felt blood coming out, but nothing serious. He looked over at Chad was crying and Viktor was staring. Steele went over to see John's corpse. Steele felt bad for Chad as he once too lost a best friend. He made the sign of the cross.

"In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen" whispered Steele. They then heard yelling. Viktor looked at Steele who in returned shook his head in a direction, signaling to get out of here. Viktor nodded as he grabbed Chad was still crying. They grabbed their guns and headed out the sewer.

The was our last time we ever saw each other.

[2016 -  Present Day]

"It's been 8 years since that day. John was buried in a cemetery in Denver. I killed Chad 2 months ago once he came to my doorstep in Los Angeles. I didn't kill him right then and there, it took about a couple of weeks. Blamed me for John's death. Overall we had a big fight on top of a construction skyscraper building, fell to his death. I don't know about Viktor, he could be dead or alive. I'd like to think that I'm the remaining soul of the group. Makes me feel a lot better." said Steele.

The girls were shocked at his story. No one knew how his life was at the beginning. Truth be told if his parents would've treated him better, he would've been a better person, probably a stable job, loving wife and kids, but NOPE! He's now a career criminal who has nothing left to lose.

"I quit the criminal life and became an agent of the FBI." well he just contradicted of what I just said! "I regretted so much in my life, luckily the FBI felt sympathy and let me join. Ever since then I became an agent. Tracking down criminals and arresting them. Man it's good."

"We never knew you had a terrible life Steele. I feel awfully sorry about you." said Fluttershy.

"Nah don't be." he waved her off.

"So I guess I was wrong, I'm sorry pardner." said Applejack.

"Like I said, don't be... pardner." Applejack grew annoyed eyes.

"Don't mock me." Steele then got up from his seat.

"Well I think it's about time to check up on Carl." With that he went over to the basement door and shut it. After a few seconds of silence, Steele could be heard yelling. "Chris did you torture him again!?"

"No!... maybe." said Chris.