Renegades: Prologue
Oh, mama, I can hear you a'cryin', so sad, and all alone...

Dear mama,
It’s over, mama. We ain’t got nowhere to go.
The news got out about me and the others,
And we ain’t got very long. It ain’t too long until
Hangman comes down from them gallows and
Wants to get us all up there. I’m sorry, mama...
I don’t think I’ll be coming home this time.

Con galloped across the desert, his long brown mane flowing in the wind. His eyes were stinging from the dust being kicked up from his heavy steps, but he pushed on anyway. His eyes were wild, darting back and forth for reasons unknown. His breath got heavier and heavier as he attempted to push himself faster than ever before. He looked back, taking care not to trip over his own hooves. He saw them, and pushed even faster. He bared his teeth, a sharp stitch jabbing him in the ribs. He wasn’t as able-bodied as he thought, but he dared push himself further. As he accelerated to speeds he never knew he could reach, he heard a whooshing sound. Suddenly, he hit the ground hard.

"Gah, fuck!" He hit his nose hard on the ground, and he felt the blood rush down his nostrils. He lifted his head off the ground, scrunching his face, feeling the blood drip down past his mouth and onto the sand. He looked down at his feet. His legs were bound. He had been running so quickly, and had been so frantic, that he hadn’t noticed the heavy bola being slung in his direction. He struggled to break the rope, but it was too strong.

“God… goddammit! The hell is this, reinforced?” He muttered to himself, writhing against the rope. "Got me tied up like a damned hog!"

“You’d better believe it, asshole,” said a voice from a dark silhouette above him. The hot desert sun was too high overhead for him to see the figure's colours. “I ain’t lettin’ you have a chance at escapin’, Con. I already got the rest of your asshole friends. Time to face the consequences of your actions.”

Con struggled more, trying to eventually get out of his bonds. He wasn’t having any luck at all. He grew silent, something he didn't think he could do, and glared up at the figure above him.

“Mean mug me all you want, you ain’t goin’ nowhere. Except jail, of course. Heh.” The silhouetted pony roughly grabbed Con by the mane, and dragged him to the wagon that was following him. He hadn't seen it before, and the ponies that were driving it were all pegasi. It must have come from the sky. Con tried wriggling out of the figure’s hold, with no avail. As soon as he was tossed into the back of the wagon, he looked up at the figure. He had a deep blue mane, and a cream coloured coat. He wore a black Stetson, and a triumphant smirk.

“Welcome to your new life as a jailed criminal, Con. Your friends enjoy it. Not.” The pony slammed the metal back door of the wagon. “I’ll see you back at the prison,” they called from outside. “’Cuz you ain’t goin’ nowhere else.”

Con heard the pony’s voice call to somepony else, and the wagon took off. It left the ground, and sped off in whatever direction it was going. He slid to the back of the wagon because of the force of the takeoff, and slammed against the door. He grunted, and looked around. He was the only pony in the back of the wagon. Nopony else to aid his escape.

“Goddammit,” he snarled. “How the hell am I gonna get outta this?” He kept struggling against the ropes. "Well, I did get myself into this mess to begin with. Ah, hell." He looked around the wagon, trying to find a way out. He then thought of something he should have thought of in the beginning. He contorted his body to reach the rope with his teeth. He bit at the rope, gnawing down the twine that tightly wound together around his legs. Strands made a small twang as they broke, and he got through the rope somewhat quickly. The rope fell down around him, and he shakily stood up in the rapidly moving wagon. He grinned, proud of himself for getting out of the bindings quickly. He felt at the door.

“Well shit. Shut tight.” He said, knocking on the door with his hoof. Didn’t sound very sturdy. He grinned again, and moved back. “Alright, guys, I’mma coming to get y’all.” With the speed of the wagon behind him, and the force of his full sprint the opposite direction, the door burst open. In the process, Con burst out the wagon.

Author's Note

The Prologue.
If you're reading this, you are reading the Prologue. Don't worry, more description on Pro and the gang later on! This is just the beginning. Thanks for the read!