Mare Do Well: Crusader of Darkness

Alone. That was the only word to describe how Octavia felt. Yes, this was a feeling she felt before, but not like this. Never before had she ever experienced loneliness of this magnitude. It felt... cold, and dark. As if she was on a hike through the outskirts of The Crystal Empire at nightfall. There was a constant ringing in her ear, as a chilling feeling coursed through her small, frail body. The stench of the air was putrid, and revolting, along with the mixed aroma of wet soil, and cigar smoke. Indeed, the scent left a bad taste in her mouth, almost metallic and burnt. She looked down at the broken figures before her, their faces showing no emotion of any sort, well, at least none she had ever seen. After all, she was still a filly.

And then the sound... the dreadful sound continued to play in her head over and over... Bang!! Bang!! and it continued to play on repeat, every second of every minute, as she stared into the eyes of the figures... figures who she loved and adored... and who did the same unto her. Now here they laid... broken...

The more she stared, the more she could feel a sensation of no other rise from the pit of her stomach, as if a fiery haze was swallowing her whole, slowly encompassing her entire being and she couldn't escape it. Was she going mad? Was this traumatic experience slowly twisting the poor filly? No... it didn't seem so. This experience wasn't altering her even in the slightest, and yet she still felt.. wrong.

Yes... this was wrong.

The event that had taken place not moments ago was not done out of the well being of all ponykind, and she had always been taught to value and cherish other ponies. This stallion had done the opposite. She wasn't mad, that dreadful stallion was. Indeed, Octavia was different kind of mad at the moment... the fire in her eyes told her just that. Now, the reality of the situation had dawned on her.

Her parents were dead. Gone. Vamoose.

Now she could only sit there amongst their emotionless stares. No, wait, these stares weren't emotionless. They were filled with a certain chilling darkness that she had felt not moments ago. Fear.

Seeing her parents like this was slowly melting her fear away, and replacing it with the fire. This fire, was something she knew. She remembered it from the day she had been pushed around by a couple of mean school-fillies. This was anger. Pure rage. She screamed out into the night not of fear... she screamed out of rage, a newfound darkness. Tears began to shed, and it wasn't long before a police car pulled up. She looked over at it as two ponies stepped out from it. The one on the left was Detective Applejack, a kind-hearted, honest police officer who hadn't been on Gotham's force for quite long. The other, was Detective Rainbow Dash, who was once a loyal and carefree officer, but since then has been slowly altered by Gotham's underworld. And although they ha their differences, the two made a great team.

Once she saw the sight before her, Applejack gasped. "Rainbow, call for backup!" Rainbow Dash nodded and took out a radio as she led the filly to the car. "This is Officer Dash, I gotta couple of corpses down on Park Row that need cleaning up, we found a filly with them-"

"My god... these are the Melody folks!! Legato and Harmony!" Aj shouted to her partner, interrupting her.

"Uh... correction, high class corpses... over." Rainbow said with a sigh as she put the mic away. "Stay here kid." She said to Octavia before running back to her partner Applejack. "AJ go watch the damn kid while I take care of this." She barked, receiving a quick nod in return. Applejack soon returned to the filly and put and arm on her shoulder. "Uh, hey there sugarcube... you alright?" She asked as Octavia shook her head. "Ugh, why did ah ask that?!" Aj muttered as she facehoofed. She then looked back at the sad, shivering filly. "Look. I swear to you on God's name that I'm gonna find the son of a gun who did this, and throw the book at him. But I need you to be strong... do you have any family at home?"

Octavia sat silent for a few seconds before speaking up. "Well... our butler Fancy Pants has always been like family to me... does he count?" Applejack smiled. "Sure, we'll make sure to contact him when we get back to the station."

Meanwhile, Rainbow Dash was still examining the bodies as she smoked a cigar. "Man, these guys got fucked up..." She muttered as she looked at the wounds, which looked almost unnatural, as if it wasn't a gun that did this. Clearly though, it was, considering she could see bullets stuck in there. With a heavy heart, once the backup arrived, rainbow and Aj fled the scene with the filly.

About an hour after arriving at the station, Fancy Pants arrived as well, looking over to see Octavia bundled in her father's coat. Applejack pulled him aside and broke the news to him. With a painful sigh, he walked over and knelt at the filly's side and spoke softly to her. "Madame Octavia... this is a travesty that will take time to wash over.. and i can't say I know how you feel. All I can say is that I am truly and terribly sorry for your loss... they were as much of family to me almost as much as they were to you... I'm so sorr-"

"It's my fault..." Octavia interjected. "I offered we take the back door because it was a quicker walk and we did... it was my fault..."

"Do not say that Madame Octavia. You did nothing wrong." He said as he hugged the filly, receiving a hug from her as well. "it was the fault of the stallion who did this..." He said as he nuzzled her and picked her up onto his back, taking her to the limo and setting her in the back. Yet, as they drove, only one word could describe how Octavia was feeling.

Alone.