MareDoWell

The party goes on at an average pace. I talk with a few more people, eating, sharing stories, etc. Eventually the party ends and everyone, including myself, begins to pack up and leave. But as I left, that same idea kept repeating itself; What if I did something completely selfless, but they didn't know it was me.

                   Fluttershy offered to walk with me as we went back to our homes, but I respectfully declined. As I walk, I keep contemplating in my head what to do. Become a masked marauder bringing justice to the unjust to simply gain friendship, possibly at the cost of my own life. Or go on with my regular, safe life, without forgiveness from those I want it from the most. Although it would sound like the latter is the more sensible option, I honestly wasn't looking for 'sensible'. I just wanted them to forgive and forget and at any cost... especially my dearest Twilight.

I remembered back to my two years away from Ponyville, and all the physical and magical training I went through. Intense workout regiments, practice in multiple fighting styles, and firearm training whenever time would allow; and the reason I went through all of that is a story all its own.

It was a year and a half ago, at least a month after my change in attitude, when I was walking down a sidewalk somewhere in the town my show was in when somepony and his friends approached me.

"Excuse me miss, would you happen to be this Trixie girl that everyone is talking about, with the really big show?" he asks.

"Why yes I am, would you like an autograph or an intervi…."

He interrupts me with a loud, maniacal laugh. "No actually, we just wanted compensation for the damage done by the ursa."

My face shifts in tone, displaying annoyance above anything else.

"I sent some money to Ponyville a few weeks ago as an apology. It should have been enough to fix any damages done by the beast."

He lets out a soft chuckle. "Oh, we already knew about that, but that's not what concerns me and my friends, ya see me and friends had a more…physical, type of compensation in mind." he trots over, rubbing my arm up and down... sensually.

That's when the full realization of what was happening hit me, and I angrily swatted away his hand.

"how DARE you!!" I shout.

"I am a professional, and I would never ever stoop that low just to please the likes of yo…" Before I finish, his fist slams into my face, sending me to the ground. When every thing comes back into focus, I realize he's on top of me, his hooves crushing my wind pipe.

He speaks in a violent tone, like a dragon defending it's horde."Now that's just like you magic types, all pompous and uptight, think you're better than everypony else because of that stupid *fucking horn! Now here's what's gonna happen…."*

I couldn't use magic because I couldn't focus hard enough to summon any, so the only thing I could do was plea. "Please…don't…" I beg,

He silences me with a punch. "SHUT THE FUCK UP! Now first, I'm gonna have my fun, then my friends are gonna join in, and after that, we'll 'experiment' a little bit. But rest assured that by the end of this"

he takes out a large knife "I'm gonna cut that horn of yours off, and slit your *FUCKING THROAT** with it!"*

This was it I thought, this stallion and his friends are going to use me like a toy, and then make sure I can't rat on them, I was finished. I could feel his member pulsating against my leg, and I knew soon, he would penetrate me.

But then, something... amazing happened, I heard a loud bang and looked up, the stallion on top of me wore a completely shocked expression and lie still as tree, and it wasn't until I noticed the blood trickling down on me from the hole in the side of his head that he finally collapsed onto me... dead.

"Get away from her you swine!"

My head snaps around with the three other stallions to see a midnight blue unicorn stallion in a trench coat, his mane and tail jet black with a dark purple tint, and a single blue stripe, and on his flank was what looked to be a colt sitting in a Buddhist style position with multiple blades, firearms, and magic auras coming out from behind him.

"Get away from the mare…or I kill the rest of you." He says, a cold chill in his voice. The stallions immediately charged him, and what happened next, I'm not sure. I remember seeing what could only be described as pure, utter, brutality.

He spun around quickly and caught two of the males with his back hooves, knocking them out instantly, the other one immediately stood upright and threw a punch. My savior almost automatically dodged it and wrapped his arm around his opponent's, and with a flex, snapped it in two. The stallion let out a blood curdling scream, and with a chop to the neck, was unconscious.

The male helped me up, I could see that he had a strong build, firm muscular figure, soul piercing red eyes, and was extremely well kept.

"Are you okay?" he asks. "I heard the commotion and contacted the authorities, but I knew they wouldn't get here in time…" he looks down, gazing at the dead bodies of the would be rapists.

"I told the police I killed somepony in defense of another ponies life, but I still think it would be better if I left before they got here, if you vouch for me I should be in the clear."

He began to leave, but I stopped him.

"Wait, wait! Who are you?" He turns to me with a grin, as if he knew i would ask, and handed me a card with his cutie mark on it.

"I am Reave,  combat extraordinaire, and if you'd like to learn how to properly defend yourself, just find the address on the back of the card." He said with an all too knowing grin before leaving me there to wait for the police and contemplate what just happened.

And as he walked away, I swore I heard him mumble; "Damn, that's the third time this year."

Those memories started coming back; how I trained with him until I decided to come to Ponyville, how he would always become so merciless and unrelenting when training, but when we were done, would always treat me with love and kindness. How he would always come up with the funniest jokes or one liners, how wise and noble he was, and how he was a friend to the just, but a nightmare to the unjust. But suddenly, a scream brought me back to the present.

I looked down the alleyway the scream came from to see a grey, blond maned Pegasus mare struggling with a colt.

"let... go!" she yells. Suddenly the colt pushed her up against the wall, holding a knife to her throat

"Give me your purse, and everything else you've got, or I will slit your fucking throat and leave you to die!" he whispers, frustrated.

I turned and thought of walking away and contacting a nearby officer telepathically, but then something happened. As if something reached deep inside and brought it to the surface, one of Reaves old sayings rang loud and clear in my head, almost like a gunshot.

'If you see something, anything, that can be changed or fixed for the better, even if just a little bit…why not change it yourself?'

it was like something possessed me. Like I was compelled not to run away, but to stay and fight…..to save her. I turned around and began to fast walk towards the thug, but I thought of something different. I hadn't used teleportation since coming to town so that I wouldn't be accused of stealing from Twilight, but I did recently learn to slow my teleportation to a speed dash. It's a little slower, but it does the trick. Once I was right behind him, I began to yell.

"Hey!" I shout. He and the Pegasus look over.

"Get the FUCK away from her!"

He laughed, just started chuckling like a little foal that just heard a bad joke.

"Listen sweetheart, I got bills to pay, and she has the bits I need. Now how about you run along and bake some cookies!"

"I don't think you heard me, I said, get away."

He stops to look over at me with an expression of complete loathing.

"Alright you stupid mare, you wanna play, let's play." He came at me like a frustrated manticore, with a knife in his hoof. I remembered my training and waited, holding my stance... and when he was about to hit me, I struck.

I took him and spun him around, taking his knife holding arm, his right, and putting it over my shoulder, bending it until I heard a snap. The snap, being the breaking of his arm. I reveled in the girly shriek that came from him.

"You stupid bitch, you may have broken my right, but I'm still gonna kill you with the left!" he charged again, but he was met with a round house kick, knocking him out, and probably giving him a concussion.

I took a breath, allowing myself to calm down before turning my attention to the pegasus "Are you oka... ?"

I wasn't able to finish due to her very, VERY, tight bear hug.

"THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!" she screams over and over again.

"Can't...breath!" I gasp out. She let go of me and gasped herself, her large yellow eyes going wide... and crossed

"Oh, I'm sorry, It's just that.... Hey, your that Trixie chick that does all those awesome shows. I loved the Tale of the Ursa!"

"Yes, I'm Trixie, and before you ask, here…" I lift her bag and magically stamped it with my signature, I hoofed it back to her, and boy was she happy.

"WOW, thank you miss Trixie, all the other girls at the post office will be so jelly!"

Before she could fly away, I called out to her

"Hey, do me a favor?" she looks over at me.

"Don't tell anyone about the whole, me saving you thing. Just tell them we met on your way home, kay?" She nodded furiously.

"Okay miss Trixie, I wont say a word, see ya, and thanks again!" she said as she flew away. And as she flew away I couldn't help but think;

Goddess she had some weird eyes.

As I walked home I knew in my heart what was coming, that the choice was not only obvious, but inevitable. And as I walked home, a voice whispered, no, silently screamed, One. Single. Word.

Mare……Do……Well