MareDoWell

Enter Twilight Sparkle.

It was a normal day, just like any other. I was tending to the library; organizing the books, cleaning the shelves, making sure all my notes and letters were in the right order. How could I have known that it would be the start of a series of life changing events? How could I have foreseen what was to come?

Allow me to introduce myself. I am Twilight Sparkle; personal protégé of Princess Celestia, sister of Prince Shining Armor, Ponyville’s local librarian, and… well… you’ll find out the rest later.

The story you are reading right now is not just Trixie’s, but all of ours, including my brother, my friends, the Princess’, and many others. Because as the great Starswirl the bearded once said, ‘One story can have many tellers.’

What’s my side of the story about? Well, let me put it this way; in the time you read my story, you’ll learn about true friendship, the ability to forgive, resolve and willpower, and a plethora of other things. But what you’ll learn most of all, is what happens when you fall in love… with a superhero.

I was cleaning a bookshelf when my friends barge through the door at record speeds, fumbling over each other as if they were running from a hydra. They all immediately start trying to tell me something all at once; I can only make out a few words from each of them. I use magic to clamp their mouths shut so that I can actually get a word in.

“Now, when I let go, you’re all going to tell me what’s wrong in an orderly fashion. Okay?”

They nod their heads in response and I release their snouts.

“MareDoWell’s back!” they all shout. It took a moment for what they're saying to sink in, but when it finally does, I immediately… start laughing. I laughed so hard I thought I would break a rib if I laughed any harder.  When my cackling finally subsides, I look up at them, wiping tears from my eyes.

“Oh Celestia, that was a good one guys. Got any more good jokes? I could use another good laugh.” No reply. I look up, and then scan over each of their faces; no one's laughing.

“What?” I ask. “That was a joke right.”

Rarity takes a rolled up newspaper out of her saddlebag, opens it, and throws it down in front of me. When I read the head line, my jaw drops as I tried and fail to find words to say.

who is the NEW ‘Mysterious MareDoWell’?

“I don’t understand…” I whimper. It was all I could say for the past few hours. I couldn’t believe that after a whole year, this memory still caught up with us.

“Oh, you don’t understand? Well then let me break it down for you.” Dash says, coming closer to me then what I felt was comfortable.

“Somepony made another MareDoWell costume, put a bunch of military stuff on it, and is now parading around like a Celestia damn superhero!"

“Calm down Rainbow.” AJ huffs. “There aint no need for that type a’ talk.”

“Well then maybe you should just stop wasting time and ask her then!”

“Ask me what?” I cut in.

There is silence for a moment, eventually broken by Applejack.

“Uh… well, ya see?” AJ begins to say..

“Me, Dash and Rarity  ‘ve already been to Fluttershy’s and Pinkie's and… they were honest ‘bout where they were last night.” AJ finished. With her last sentence, I figure out what she was trying to get across.

“Are you ACCUSING ME!” I scream.

“Now sugar-cube, there aint no need to be mad.” AJ says, trying to calm me down.  “Yer jus the only one who ain’t been accouned’ for.”

“There’s every reason to be mad!” I snap back.

“We’ve all been friends for years! But as soon as someone appears in a MareDoWell costume, you go off and accuse you’re three best friends of doing it!?” Applejack and Rarity look down to the floor, ashamed of their own foalishness. But Dash just gets angrier.

“Well instead of guilt tripping us for asking a question, how ‘bout you, I don’t know, ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION!” Dash yells, bringing herself snout-to-snout with me. Flames of pure anger lighting up her eyes.

“Okay! You want an answer!? Here’s your answer!” I said, trying not to yell. I clap my hands and focus my magic, teleporting us to the display area downstairs.

“SEE!” I yell. I point to the costume at the end of the room, sitting in glass display case.

“That costume hasn’t exited that case for a whole year! Except for cleaning and other maintenance!”  My friend’s ears fold down and a dejected look upon their faces. As I look at them, I begin to feel bad myself, realizing just how badly I've overreacted.

“I’m sorry guys.” I say, hanging my own head out of shame.

“I guess I kind of… overreacted a little.” I let out a little laugh, sheepish and apologetic

“A little?” Rarity responds. We all laugh together for a moment, the tension winding down

“But in all seriousness darling.” she continues. “We are the ones who should be sorry. We had no right to go off and accuse you like that, we apologize.” She bows her head, taking a front knee.

“Us too!” Pinkie shouts, hugging Applejack and Fluttershy close.

“OOH! OOH! You know what this calls for? A ‘We’re sorry super sorry for accusing you.’ PARTY!” she shouts again, somehow making confetti explode out from behind her.

“We can have cake, ice-cream, party hats, gifts, OOH and streamers, we can’t forget the streamers! And we can-!” I shove my hoof in Pinkies mouth, not wanting to hear an entire list of party essentials.

“That sounds nice pinkie, but I believe there’s still one pony who needs to apologize. Isn’t that right, Rainbow… Dash!?” Everyone looks over to where my gaze has landed, only to see Dash  softly crying while shaking her head back and forth, silently mouthing ‘That doesn’t make any sense…’ over and over again.

“Dash… what…?”

“THAT DOESN’T MAKE ANY FUCKING SENSE!” Dash screams. She bolts out of my basement, flying up the stairs and out of my house, leaving us all to stand there for a moment, completely baffled by Dash’s reaction, Pinkie eventually gasping  “What in the hay is her problem!”

“I think I know.” I say with a huff, teleporting to the one of the two places I knew I would always find Rainbow.

Enter Rainbow Dash.

Can I ask you a question? It’s not a very complex one like 'why are we here' or 'are we alone', so it won’t take up too much of your time, i assure you.  Have you ever hated somepony? I don’t mean ‘guy who cuts you off in traffic’ or ‘that one mare at work’ hatred; I mean the type of hatred you feel when you look at a dictator, or a murderer. Like the world would be a better place if they were just dead. If you have then I’m glad you understand, if you haven’t, then use your imagination. That’s what it’s there for.

Now here’s another question. Don't worry, still not too complex. What if that pony wasn’t a pony, but a symbol? What would be the difference?

Simple; ponies can die. Symbols can’t.

You kill a pony, a griffin, or a dragon you hate, they stay dead, never to been seen again. But a symbol, you can’t just kill a symbol, and for another simple reason too; memory!

I mean sure, you can kill the pony who possesses that symbol. I mean just because you bear a symbol doesn't mean you're immune to a twelve gauge to the face.. But still, that symbol will live on in the memory of the ponies that know of it. A symbol can be passed on to the next pony and the next pony, over and over again. The friggin' thing's unstoppable!

My name is Rainbow Dash, and my first story is about that exact type of hatred, my hatred for a symbol that goes by one name, and one name alone; MareDoWell.

I sat atop my favorite tree at Sweet Apple Acres, letting tears silently escape my eyes. Yeah I know, that’s not the coolest thing to do, but given the circumstances, I’d say it was acceptable.

‘Why is she back…? How is she back? ’ I think to myself, over and over again.

‘Did I do something wrong? Are my friends mad at me?’ I continued to think.

You know I couldn’t believe it at first, when I took off that mask and saw pinkie staring back, and then my three other best friends just coming out and saying they were MareDoWell all along. I acted happy in that alleyway, putting on a fake smile to appease my friends. But when I got home… I cried; I actually fell out on my couch, and cried for two whole hours. I felt so hurt, so betrayed… but I didn’t have the heart to tell any of my friends.

I didn’t talk to them for weeks, only having small verbal exchanges or the occasional ‘hello’; but ,eventually, they found out what was wrong with me. But the best part is; after figuring out what was wrong, they were mad at me!

I was absolutely astounded; you dress up as a superhero, publicly embarrass me, then tell me it was all to teach me a lesson, and you’re mad at me! It all came to a head when we fought. I can still remember it so clearly.

”Damn it, RD! that wus fer yer own good, and you KNOW IT!” AJ screams, stomping a hoof and flaring her nostrils. Our verbal exchange had been going on since Twilight brought them up to my house to confront me about how I’d been acting, using a cloud walking spell and teleportation.

“Do you know how many times I’ve been insulted, berated, and made fun of in the past few weeks *because** of your little stunt!” I yell back.*

“Well maybe *now** ya’ll l’ think twice before ya go off n’ act all big n’ the head.”*

“THAT’S* HOW YOU JUSTIFY WHAT YOU ALL DID TO ME!” I scream. The fur of my coat was visibly raising at this point as my anger continued to spike.*

Applejack just sticks her nose into the air and shuts her eyes, as if refusing to give me an answer. I knew AJ was stubborn, but not wanting to *apologize? That was a dick move on her part.*

“You know what AJ?” I say, laughing a little. “It’s the fact that you were to much of a bucking *coward** to take off that mask and confront me yourself that really pisses me off!”*

That was a lie, but I think Applejack was too angry to notice. It wasn’t her supposed cowardice that enraged me, but the constant teasing and insults from random ponies.

For the weeks I wouldn’t talk to them, I couldn’t walk ten feet without a ‘Hey Dash! I’m going as MareDoWell for Nightmare Night! Hope you don’t mind!’ or a ‘Watch out Dash! I heard somepony bought another MareDoWell costume!’ or a slew of other insults like those. It had gotten to the point where I wanted to straight up *kill** whoever mentioned MareDoWell.*

“What* did you jus say!” AJ says, shooting me a death glare in return.  I have never flipped anyone the bird that fast, before or since.*

“Now darlings, there’s no need for… “ Rarity tries to speak, One glare from us and she stops talking.

“You heard me!” I yell. ”I called you a yellow bellied *COWARD*!”

Applejack’s eye twitches before she charges me, letting out a throaty growl of rage. Twi and the others try to stop her, but she's too strong for them to hold back. She breaks through and, before I can block, buck me right in the side of my head. I slam against a nearby wall, propelled by the force of her buck. After getting to my hooves I feel the back of my head, trying to see if I'm injured… only to come away with a blood covered hoof. My body freezes, and my teeth grit..

There is dead silence for four minutes, only broken when I look up at my five friends and whisper “You… bucked me bloody.”

“Oh gosh Rainbow… ahm mighty sorry. It was jus… I was so mad n’…” AJ tries to apologize.

“You… you made me bleed in my own house!” If you couldn't tell already, i was a little pissed.

“L-look, I’ll go down ta the farm and getn’ ice-!” She tries to say again, interrupted by a blue fist.

“GET OUT!” I scream, punching her across the room and into a nearby wall. She smacked into the wall so hard i think she flattened a bit.

AJ hits the wall with tremendous force and a sickening crack, her unconscious body falling limply to the floor. My friends rush over to her side, trying to see if anything's broken.

“RAINBOW!” Fluttershy yells, a furious glare in her eyes.

“What the *hay** is wrong with-“ Fluttershy stops when she sees my face. My eyes were bloodshot, my maw dripping with saliva, and my mane had become unruly.*

Fluttershy knew exactly what this was; it was one of the things we learned about in flight school after all. It only happened when we Pegasus were injured, cornered, and furious. Our flight instructors told it was called ‘Rabid Desperation’.

“Guys!” Fluttershy yelps. “We need to get out of he-“

I jump her, flailing my fists at her face as she blocks with her forelegs. Twilight yanks me off of her using telekinesis, and my head snaps to her like a raptor.

She tries to block me with a shield, but it only lessened the force of the impact as it sends Twi skidding across the floor.

Rarity tries to knock me out with a magic bolt from behind, but she's to slow. I dodge and fling myself around, a fistful of her mane as she lets out a symphony of pained and terrified screams.

And finally, there was Pinkie. She tries to get me off of Rarity before I can start bashing in the source of the annoying screams with my free hand, and succeeds, but unfortunately isn’t fast enough to dodge my right hook.

I began viciously screaming into the air, my friends splayed out on the ground before me. Unbeknownst to me, Twilight had already joined hands with everyone and teleported to the ground floor, now running from my house with them. I notice the flash in my rage-induced state, and look around my house for where they could have hidden. When I catch the sound of hooves coming from outside, I fly to my balcony to see my friends running from my house at unbelievable speeds, running faster when they looked back to see me.

“I HATE YOU! *ALL OF YOU*!” I scream, tears of anger and pain rolling down my cheeks. I rushed to my training room, grabbing multiple punching bags to expend the rage that was still built up inside me.

By the time I was done, several punching bags lie on the ground destroyed, with me lying next to them exhausted. When I finally got up I noticed a note on the ground next to me that wasn’t there before. It was signed by Twilight, so I figured she must’ve used a teleportation spell to send it to my current location. The note read as follows.

We will come back to your house to talk about this, but for now; stay away from our homes and relatives. You’ve been warned.

My heart sank, and my eyes stung with tears. When the words of the letter finally sunk into my mind, I knew our friendship was over.

One week later, I came to my home after some intense training. I hadn’t talked to my friends at all since the fight, and for good reason. So when I came home to see all my friends standing in the lobby of my house, I froze.

There is silence for one minute, and then they rushed me, running at top speed straight for me. I didn’t know what they had planned, nor did I care, I just wanted them to get it over with. But when they made contact with me, they didn’t buck me, bite me, or butt me. They… *hugged me*!?

They told me they were sorry they made me feel that angry, sorry that they ever made MareDoWell, and that they would *never** do anything like that again.*

After my disbelief fades, I hug back, apologizing over and over again for my violent outburst. I promised them what they had promised me, and we soon began crying and laughing together; and that day, I knew that there was *nothing** that could stop us all from loving each other.*

“OOH, you know what this calls for?” Pinkie says.

“A PARTY!”

That memory… it usually cheers me up. But not that day, not right then.

“Not again… please not again… “ I say, my face held in my palms. I could still remember ponies laughing at me as I walk by on the street. Hay, I even bought a damn hood just to hide my face.

“I thought I’d find you here.” Says a voice from seemingly nowhere. I look to the ground to find Twi looking up at me with sympathy in her eyes.

“Can I come up?”

“I don’t care…” I respond coldly.

I see the flash next to me in my peripheral, followed by two hooves wrapping around me, and a head coming to rest against my shoulder.

We sit in silence for a few minutes, finding comfort in each others embrace.

“Do you usually come out here when you have a problem?”

“Yeah…” I respond again, refusing to look over to her.

Another few minutes of silence came and went until I gained the strength to ask what needed to be asked.

“Twilight, I need you to be honest. Did you or any of the others-?”

“No!” Twilight blurts out. “We promised you that we would never do it again, and we *meant it!”*

I look over to her, seeing that her expression was stern, honest. I fall into Twilight's hug and begin sobbing into her shoulder like a new born filly.

“It’s not fair! IT’S NOT FAIR!” I cried into Twilight’s shoulder over and over again.

“I know Rainbow, I know.”

I wasn’t crying because of all the memories of teasing that had come back, I had gotten over those a long time ago.

I wasn’t crying because I was frightened by the fact that one of my friends might’ve been behind the mask, although that did bother me.

No, I was crying because of the reality that I had to accept.

That I was *forced to accept.*

MareDoWell was back… and she wasn’t going anywhere.

Enter Nightstick

I remember how this all started. How I just had to be in the *right place at the wrong time.*

I was just getting some coffee from a nearby shop when I got the call. A group of thugs tried to foalnap some fillies and got taken down by… yeah.

I thought there were joking at first when the call had come through that MareDoWell, the *fake superhero from about a year ago, had taken out a group of foalnappers. But then they showed me the tape; the one left with the chained up crooks, and my jaw hit the floor.*

My mind filled with so many possibilities. Had the elements dusted off the old costumes? Was this all some elaborate hoax? There were so many theories floating around in my head I thought I was gonna give myself a migraine.

Of course, as I would later discover, all those theories were one hundred percent *wrong!*

Where are my manners? The name’s Nightstick, I’m the commissioner of the EPD (Equestrian Police Department) from Ponyville to Canterlot. I’m a well-built, average sized earth pony mare who grew up in downtown Trottingham.

My story is one of trust, friendship, and the benefits of having both. But more specifically, it’s about my friendship with MareDoWell…

And the consequences that came with it.

It was the day after what was now being called the ‘comeback’ incident. I walked down the halls of Ponyville’s police station, casually sipping my coffee as I approached the holding area where my interrogation would take place.

I stop in front of the room to look inside for an early preview of whom I’d be dealing with for the evening. Inside the room are two stallions; one of witch had a bandaged shoulder. Both stallions wore faces of disgust and annoyance, obviously familiar with this type of situation.

“Sad n’it?” I hear a heavy Gaelic accent call to me.

I look over to see an aged Pegasus stallion walking towards me. His coat is a grayish light green, his mane and tail, a dark crimson with a beard to match. His eyes are an early morning sky blue, and his cutie mark that of a magnifying glass over a speck of blood. I instantly recognized him as my long time friend, and head of CSI, Mackey McBrawler.

“And to think, if only their mothers ‘d smacked’em on their arse’s a weeee bit more.”

“I know, right?” I reply, laughing a little.

Once our giggling subsides, we look into the room together, eyeballing the two inside.

“So, what’d we got?”

“Well, these jackarses tried t’ foalnap three fille’s in the dead o’ night with some friends, then our costumed hero decided that they needed t’be taught a less’n. Short n’ sweet.” He said.

“Do you know who either of them are?” I asked, looking over to him.

“Aye.” He responded. “The one with the broken ribs is Danny Saltine. Lad used ta work for ‘is father at a pretzel shop before he star’ed runnin with the wrong crowd.” He says, examining Danny closely.

“Have you two met before?” I ask, curious as to why he was glaring at him with such intensity.

“Yeh. Sick bastard tried ta pull the same stunt a few years back ‘nd actually captured five foals. I volunteered ta be part a’ da team that was sen’ in ta negotiate.”

“And how did that work out?”

“Aye broke both of ‘is legs.” He says with a cheerful smile.

I shook my head and smiled, looking back into the room. The two stallions at the table were now eyeing us furiously, Danny locking eyes with Mack.

“Well, here I go.” I said. Before I could enter the interrogation room, Mack’s arm stopped me.

“Ya mind if I join ye fer this one. I aint got nuttin’ better ta do.”

“Sure. Just don’t overdo it like *last time.” I say*

“I still say that colt deserved the bloody nose I gave’em.” I rolled my eyes and opened the door.

As we enter, the two stallions lock eyes with us, as if attempting to be threatening. We sat down unfazed, looking directly into their eyes, a sign that we wouldn't be intimidated.

“Oh great, she brought the Galician with her.” Danny chides.

“What’re you gonna do? Get wasted and throw up on us!” The other stallion joins in. The duo laughed hardily, fist bumping as they did. Mack maintained his cold glare, causing their laughter to die down to an awkward cough.

“Oh I’ll do more than that ya little git.”  He responded, gaining a look of distain from Danny, and a submissive whimper from the currently nameless one.

“Okay, look. If you’re here for an interrogation, we’ll tell you exactly what we told all the other pigs; we were taking a midnight stroll, talking amongst ourselves, and she jumped us. *That’s it!.” He said, putting emphasis on the last part to make his point.*

“Yeah!” Shouted the other stallion. “And further more, we’d like to speak with our lawyers! I think assault charges are in Order!” He said, his snout in the air, his arms crossed.

Mack and me looked over at each other confused. Did these two *idiots really think we were going to help them after what they’d done?*

“What’re you talking about?” I asked.

“What’re you, def? I said we want a *LAWYER!” He screamed. “You know, the ponies you can hire to help you throw a pony flank first in prison? Ringin’ any bells?”*

Mack and I just looked at each other again, still oblivious as to the cause of their… *obliviousness. I tried to wrap my head around all this for several minutes until an idea came to mind. I left only momentarily, coming back into the room with the ‘MareDoWell’ tape in my hoof.*

“Has anypony shown either of you this tape yet?” I asked.

“No! They came in and started askin’ ‘bout the costumed bitch.” He said, looking at the tape sideways. I sighed, annoyed beyond belief.

I walked over to a nearby monitor, slipping the tape inside the VHS player below it. The tape we had found on them last night had begun to play; starting with the disgusting abuse of the three fillies, and ending with them and their friends tied up.

When the tape ended, the stallions’ faces had gone from looks of confidence and pride to those of surprise, fear, and anger. Danny slammed his fist against the table, obviously enraged to see that there little stunt had been caught on film.

“That bitch *taped us!?” Danny said, sounding more than a little ticked, mind you. The other stallion, however, merely hung his head in shame, knowing full well the consequences for his crimes.*

I walk over to him and put my hoof on his shoulder. I knew that he was vulnerable, which made it the perfect moment to get some answers.

“I want you to tell me exactly what happened. Okay Mr…?”

“Saltine… Raphael Saltine.” He responded, seeming to have an odd amount of confidence in his voice.

“Ah, so you’re brothers then?” I asked. He nodded lightly before looking up to meet my eyes. I was about to start with the questions, but he was already way ahead of me.

“We don’t know anything about her and we didn’t recognize her voice. However, I came to a little bit later and heard her say something about the Elements of Harmony, but that’s all we know, I swear.” He said.

I looked into his eyes, trying to spot any of the tell tale signs of a lie, but I could find none. I looked over to Mackey and nodded, as did he.

“But that’s not all…” Raphael said his voice barely above a whisper.

Suddenly! Danny’s head snapped over to his brother, his face now an expression of pure anger.

“Raph! Don’t you say another wo-“

“He cun say whatever he needs ta say ya lil bastard!” Mackey yelled.

“Thank you…” Raphael said. “As I was saying, there’s more to the story than the foalnapping.”

“Elaborate please.” I said, taking out a tape recorder and setting it down in front of him. He took a deep breath, looking over at his brother with hate filled eyes, and began to talk.

“This morning seemed normal enough. I was just eating my breakfast and getting all of my morning chores done. After a few minutes though, my brother and his ‘friends’ came barging through my front door.” He explained, shooting another angry glare at his brother.

“Please continue.” I said.

“Yeah, sorry.” He said. “I asked them what they wanted and Danny said that he got another ‘job’. I told him I wasn’t into that life anymore, but he said if I didn’t help him he would… he would hurt my family.” He continued, tears forming in his eyes.

“You have a family?” I asked.

“Yes, a wife and two kids.”

“I see. If all this is true, why did you attack MareDoWell?” I asked.

“I-I was afraid. I thought that if I just stood there and did nothing than Danny would notice and send someone after my family. I did it to protect them!”

“Calm down boy-o, wer’ not accusin’ ya of anythin’, we just wanted some answers.” Mack said.

“I understand.” Raphael said. “But… there’s something else.”

Danny’s face lit up, not with anger… but with fear.

“Raph, don’t!” He begged.

“Don’t what, Danny? Is there something you’re not telling us?” I asked, my voice rising in tone. Sweat began to show through Danny’s coat and he started to twiddle with hoof tips of his thumbs. He was panicking.

“You don’t understand!” he said frantically. “The organization that hired me… they don’t fuck around! If they knew I told their plans…” He trailed off, now looking extremely terrified.

“We have an expert witness protection service. If you talk, we will make sure nothing-.”

“YOU DON’T GET IT!” He screamed.

“If I tell what they’re doing, they might-!”

That was all he was able to say before… *it happened. The wall behind Danny nearly exploded, and within seconds, my face was spattered in blood. I reared back violently, neighing loudly, and hit my head against the wall, causing the entire world to ring for a moment. When the ringing stopped, the first thing I heard was Raphael screaming.*

“BY THA EQUESTRIAN SAINTS!”  I heard Mack scream. When I looked over to him, I saw that the expression he wore was one of shock and terror, and I looked to see what he was staring at, my face soon wore the same expression.

In the hole in the wall stood an armor clad stallion In one of his hooves was a sword with a design similar to a katana, but with serrated teeth on the blade. He wore a long, thick black jacket with a artificial fur trimmed hood and black pants to match, and the mask he wore was made of black steel. Etched into his mask was a sinister smile filled with sharp teeth, and through the holes, you could see bright red glowing eyes with pure black pinprick pupils. As I looked down to the hand carrying the sword, I noticed something even more terrifying than his outfit; the upper half of his sword was now sticking out of Danny’s chest.

Danny had been silent the entire time, the shock of the killing blow obviously taking awhile to wear off. In his last moments of life, he found the strength to look to me, blood dripping from his mouth, and finish what he’d tried to say before his… impalement.

“…kill me.”

His head fell, and eyes rolled back. His body went visibly limp as the last bit of life left him. I felt a tear slip down my cheek, actually feeling a little sorry for the wanker.

I looked back up to the assassin and saw that he had brought his wrist to his snout.

“This is Razors Edge speaking.” He said, speaking into a wrist mounted device.

“The target, Danny Saltine, has been eliminated. This shall prove as motivation for his currently present brother to keep quiet.” He spoke again, his head turning slightly towards Raph, his eyes focusing onto him menacingly.

His voice was absolutely malicious, an unseen device or spells making him sound almost demonic. He spoke slowly, as if to make sure we listened to every word in detail.

“I also have two EPD members here… but I wouldn’t worry about these incompetent foals, hehehahahaha!” He said, laughing at our supposed inferiority.

Mack had had enough of this, and was now standing up, a pistol in his hands.

“Drop tha weapon and put yer fore legs behind yer back!” he said.

Razor only stared at him for a few seconds and laughed, walking towards him as he did. Mack discharged his weapon directly at him, unloading what seemed like his entire clip, but to our amazement, Razor blocked every bullet with his blade, moving faster than the blink of an eye. Once he was directly in front of Mack, Razor’s laughter ended, and he glared at Mack with a look of pure hatred and malcontent.

“Trivial!” he grunted, spinning around and planting his back hoof into Mack’s chest. This sent Mack flying into the wall behind him. I tried to take out my own firearm, but Razor caught wind of what I was trying to do. He took a knife out from his pocket and flung it into my shoulder, preventing me from brandishing my firearm. I screamed as the pain rocketed through me.

“Tell your masked friend not to interfere with us again, insect!” He instructed. He then turned away from me and took a ball of light out of his coat and threw it to the ground. When it broke, pure light poured from it, enveloping him, and in a flash, he was gone.

A deputy busted through the door to our interrogation and gasped at what he saw.

“What the HAY happened in here! Nightstick! Talk to me! TALK TO-!”

He stopped when he saw the knife. I had been staring at it to, and for one reason in particular. The design on the knife was similar to any other combat knife, but in the middle of the hilt, was a symbol of a black circle with two red eyes in the middle, a white flame in between them. I recognized the symbol instantly.

The knife didn’t just belong to some gang; it belonged to what used to be a gang, but turned into an insurrectionist group.

It acted as a message from the biggest and deadliest criminal organization in Equestria.

It belonged to… the Black Dynasty.

Trixie

I returned home from my night of crime fighting, putting my costume in its hidden area. I went to the kitchen to prepare a sunflower sandwich and some dandelion wine before retiring to my living room.

I rested my head upon the love seat taking in a deep breath and relaxing my muscles, finally resting myself from the strenuous activity of last night. Everything seemed fine… until the lights across the room from me flicked on.

I shot up and assumed a combat stance, getting ready to confront the intruder. But when I looked over towards the light I saw… the grey Pegasus and Spike!?

“What’re you two doing in my house!?” I asked frantically, demanding to know why they both wanted to pay me this surprise visit.

“You know *DAMN WELL why we’re here, Trixie!” The grey Pegasus shouted, causing me to real back from how aggressive she came off. I was even more curious after the sudden outburst from her as to why they were here.*

Then Spike asked me something that both answered my questions, and made my heart drop.

“Or would like us to call you… *MareDoWell."*