The identity of The WonderBolt

The ocean was alive tonight. The storm that was brewing outside of her limo was bordering on hurricane levels. Anything that wasn't held to the ground by bolts or their own mass was dancing about in the wind and rain that was falling nearly sideways. Normally Gilda would never have left her office building during such a torrid storm, but she had business to attend too. Thankfully the Limo was practically sound proof, making the pounding winds incredibly muffled to her ears.

The woman was dressed very formally with an expensive brown raincoat that complimented her white hair that fashionably draped over one of her golden eyes. Her legs were crossed, adorned with two knee high boots that were as reinforced and tough as they looked. She stared off into the distance as she took a drag of her cigar, letting the tendrils of smoke fill her lungs and sooth her spirit as they danced around inside her. As she slowly let the smoke plumb out of her mouth they pulled up to their destination. It was a warehouse her organization owned, and inside was some information she needed to retrieve.

Her men were at the door with an umbrella ready for her to come out. Gilda stepped out of the black vehicle with the regal authority of a lioness, not even looking at her hired hands as she walked towards the guarded warehouse doors. Everything about the way she moved read like an noble predator stalking its prey. Her eyes were sharp as an eagles even in the near blackness of this stormy night. She did not even need to slow down as the guards opened up the doors for her and closed them promptly as her and her cohorts passed through. There was no question among them who was in charge.

Now that she was inside she could hear the muffled sounds of fists meeting flesh and the pleading whimpers of a man who was desperately trying to get out of the situation he found himself in. As they turned the corner she saw one of her burlier goons smacking around an orange haired fat man whom was tied to a chair. It was the only place in the warehouse that was lit up, a cone of light that was made visible by all of the dust in the air in this place. Judging from the amount of blood on the floor and on the torturers white shirt, they had been at this for a long while.

Upon noticing she was there, the man backed away from their obese captive. She could feel her lip curl in derision as she looked over the pathetic sack of flesh. The battered man on the other hand looked like he was trying to smile in a mix of fear and excitement upon seeing her.

'You came. I'm so glad ma'am."

"So...Snips is it? My men here tell me that you want to exchange the identity of The WonderBolt for a pardon."

He nodded shakily, "I'm so very sorry, I didn't know that suitcase was yours. I never would have dreamed of touching it if I had known."

She breathed in more smoke from her cigar, the tip of it glowing a menacing shade of orange as her eyes closed. The hopeful man looked at her in anticipation as she breathed out her answer.

"Out with it fat man, I do not have all night."

"Of....of course, does this mean that..."

"If you finish that question you'll find what my employee here was doing was mere love taps in comparison to what I'm capable of. If you want this to end you best have credible information."

Fear filled his swollen eyes as he nodded profusely from his place in the chair. Gilda could practically hear his already overworked heart pounding through his his chest and against his restraints. His body was reacting like prey which knew that its predator was going to catch it, no matter what it tried. Fight or flight, pure animalistic instinct firing on all cylinders, threatening to override the man's mind and turn him into a gibbering beast.

"I went to high school with her. Its not really a secret to people who went to Canterlot high that her and her friends started getting strange powers. They even saved us a couple times."

Gilda grew a bit more interested in what he was saying. Though she did not outwardly show it, puzzle pieces she had already gathered in her mind were finally coming together as she heard the obese man huff out each syllable.

"Were those friends by any chance those other heroes that were making the rounds a few years back?"

The fat man nodded, swallowing excess saliva down his throat, making his chins bulge like a frog as he continued. "yes, I know them too. We didn't keep in contact after highschool, and we never were really close friends per say, but I do know their names."

Gilda walked over to him into the cone of light from the dangling, flickering lamp from overhead. His quaking body shook more violently the closer she got to him, each patient movement of her powerful body firing off warning signals in his mind. He had not noticed it before, but her irises were golden and reflecting the light streaming from over his head. It added even more to the dangerous, nearly feral aura she had about her, barely contained by the guise of modern civility.

"I'll be honest with you fat man," She whispered in his ear, making his blood run cold with each word she painstakingly pronounced, "I had a hunch who The WonderBolt might be for some time now. However this little conversation has helped me solidify that theory."

"Please...I'm just a barber...I have a family...." His eyes watered with fear. He knew what was coming and he could do nothing to stop it. He didn't want to die like this, but no matter what he tried he couldn't get out of his restraints. Not that he'd dare make his struggles visible under the gaze of this beast like woman.

"Rainbow Dash received her powers about ten years ago correct?"

His bluish skin visibly blanched at this question "How did....?"

Gilda moved her face so she was practically touching noses with the man. Her golden eyes were like an eagles, and they were taking over his entire field of vision as he dared not look away from her.

"i didn't want to think it was her. We were childhood friends you see. Used to go to the same summer camp together every year. She was one of the best friends I ever had you see."

He gulped for the hundredth time since she had been there. His body was so stressed from being in proximity with this monster that he feared he'd have a heart attack. His heart was thumping so fast that it felt like it was threatening to burst, each pump filling his ears like an aggressive drum beat, growing faster and faster the more he noticed it.

"But one thing led to another and I found myself in Juvenile detention instead of summer camp. One time in Juvie, about ten years ago, I discovered something I didn't have before...."

Snips barely had time to react as he was wrenched off the ground. Metal groaned and concrete cracked as they were ripped from the warehouse floor and lifted up casually by Gilda's arm. She didn't even look like she strained as she pulled off the feat of strength. No muscle in her body tensed as it happened, her expression hadn't even changed as he was now held uncomfortably over her head at an angle. His four hundred pound body wasn't causing her arm to shake or her grip to loosen. Her body might has well have been made of steel with how statuesque she was holding him in place, holding his gaze as she said her next sentence.

"Its interesting how life works like that."

Snips squealed as his body was flung across the room. The wall rushed towards him, and he tried in vain to put his arms out to brace for impact, though they would not budge from his restraints. His death had come swiftly, splattering wetly against the wall as his bones crunched at impact. The chair shattered and chains clanged as they struck as well, some of the links of metal penetrating the concrete and remaining in place as the meat, fat and blood slid down the wall. His body was barely recognizable as it plopped to the ground with a wet thud, blood and bodily fluids pervading the floor and mingling with the near black fluid dripping down the wall from the impact.

"Clean that up. I have an old friend I need to catch up with."

She hadn't even looked mad when she had thrown the man to his death. Her expression hadn't changed in the slightest. The action for her had been as simple as breathing. She didn't even take enjoyment in anymore, it was just instinct at this point, cold uncaring instinct.

"Do you want us to put a hit out on this Rainbow Dash?"

She sucked in more smoke from her cigar before replying. "Not yet. I do however want intel on these other friends of hers. If they are those heroes I want to make sure they do not get any funny ideas. This week is far too important to have some vigilantes poking their heads in where they do not belong. As for Dash, I'll see about handling her...personally."