The King Mob of Manehattan

The other gang and I stood in an abandoned building, the shadows covering the crates of sub machine guns and rocket launchers. Our gang is actually trying to cheat the others, because none of these guns have any ammo. The others only have shotguns and snipers. They don't have any ammo for what we're dealing with. The watch I have reads four twenty five, the deal should have started twenty five minutes ago.

"So Mr. Mous? Where is your boss?" a pale, middle aged man asked impatiently.

"He's coming, it isn't going to just happen in two seconds," I said, keeping my pistol at bay. I know patience pays handsomely, but mine is running out now. Crow should have been here by now, him and his big friggen' limo. I look around anxiously, tapping my foot. Silence ensues for ten minutes

"Are you trying to give us the slip? You being bait and all?" the man asks again. I silently swallowed and looked around at all his buddies. I'm the only one of my gang to still be here.

"I'm sure, just give them some time," I said. He slams his hand down.

"I'm done waiting! We have been waiting for thirty minutes, where are your men?!" he yells.

"I'm not the boss, and I have no idea whe-" I was cut off by screaming

"Everyone down on the ground now!" yelled a cop, pointing a pistol at us. SWAT comes in through the windows. Millions of bullets spread everywhere, men dying one after another. As for me, I'm trying to escape, shooting anything attacking me. The warehouse's door was easy to reach since I was standing next to it from a few feet away. I slammed open the door only to be tackled to the ground by a police officer. I aimed the barrel of my gun to his head.

"Better not move, I have fifty bullets, ten are in this gun, and unless you don't have a family, I wouldn't move," I said. He stops trying to move and I get up with him. "Alright, if any of you even dare follow me, this little fellow gets a piece of lead stuck in his noggin! Now put your gun do-" I was interrupted by a SWAT member knocking me out.

Five weeks later

After court ended with my lawyer literally giving up, I ended up in prison, working on license plates and making sure I don't drop soap. This one guy kept looking at me like I'm a funny toy. My cell mate was charged for major anger issues. Everyday was the same, get up, go make five thousand plates, eat slop, mine rocks for no frickety reason, exercise, shower, eat more slop, and lights out. I will say this, I may a name for myself in that prison. I was able to do multiple favors, including beating the crap out of people. I always got away with it. Nobody sees me in action, but I get a good beating if I wasn't careful.

Then, one day, I got my chance at freedom. My golden opportunity. I got out of my cell during the night, and locked it back. I ran out, knowing they didn't have any cameras. I never really saw much of the prison surprisingly. I just remember where to go. I trusted my instincts, sneaking everywhere. I soon found the kitchen and smiled seeing that there was something to use. I always wanted to go out with a bang. I saw what I needed: alcohol, stove, and gas. A gasoline stove. I quickly opened the whiskey and poured a big spot on top of it, I then used the gasoline by pouring a trail from the stove to a brick wall. I put the half empty can sideways so the flames can get into it. I quickly run to turn on the stove and watched as a trail of flames goes out the door. I waited a minute before I heard an explosion, thus making my freedom. The sirens started going off as I left the prison, and I didn't look back. I ran and ran as far as I could. I only stopped when I had to rest. After I stopped, I passed out.

When I awoke, I was in a hospital of sorts... A hospital run by horse I found out. I was freaked out at first, but I soon got over it a couple of weeks later. After a chat with the princesses and signing legal requirements, I got a place in Ponyville. That has been my story so far...

The present...

"Anon! Where are ya, buddy?" asked Rainbow Dash, my best friend. I chuckled slightly, packing up another box in the living room. Rainbow Dash always comes in through a window.

"I'm right here, RD, don't get too scared of me leaving," I said. Rainbow scoffs flying down the stairs.

"Me? Scared? Please! Besides, you should be scared of Manehatten!" she replies, sitting next to me.

"Why?"

"Because there are a bunch of gangs there, and you probably don't have any experience in crime fighting," she answers. I smirk to myself, wishing it was true. I sighed as I was finally finished packing. I have lived in Ponyville for at least a year and I decided to move in order to make a better pay in the programming business.

"I know a thing or two in fighting," I said, smiling softly. Rainbow scoffs and flies around my small house. She doesn't know about my past, but I hope I never have to tell her. My house only has a couch, a bed, and a kitchen. I would switch to a house with plumbing, but there are no more house with such important utilities as a toilet. Which is why Manehatten is gonna be good for me. I'll have a toilet, a proper kitchen, and a bedroom. I always remember about my past when I look around here in Ponyville one way or another. I don't know how, but I do. Rainbow Dash looks at the box I got and picks something up. She smirks and places a dark red fedora on my head. I look up and Rainbow chuckles.

"There, now you can scare ponies off!" she says. I smirk and did my best to look gruff with a gangster impression.

"Really? How 'bout you cut the chatter and start giving me the cheddar," I said mockingly. She tries her best not to laugh. I cut it out and picked up the boxes. "Alright now, come one, we need to get these boxes to the train station fast," I said. I looked over to see a rainbow blur. I walk out my house that was beside Sugarcube Corner and walk towards the train station. I set the boxes down in the luggage cart as soon as I got there and looked at my ticket. I smiled when Rainbow comes up.

"Hey Anon, I'm gonna miss you okay?" I nodded. "Now, I don't want to sound like Twilight, but don't get in trouble," she finishes.

"Alright mom," I said. She scoffs and waves bye.

After the ride to Manehatten, I sighed in relief. I hope I don't get into trouble with any gangs. I got out a map of Manehatten and looked around for my house. I walked off with all my boxes to the apartment I'll live in. It wasn't anything fancy, but it was rated three stars.