Spot’s POV

The chill in the air was all that seemed to phase Spot, ever present as he made his way through the streets and alleyways of the city of Canterlot. He walked with purpose, gone was the younger brother that would goof off and play jokes. The weight in his jacket pocket was a constant reminder on what he was doing out in the bitter cold. Eventually, he reached his destination, an old speakeasy that most people didn’t even know about. A couple members of the Gryphon gang stood out in front of it keeping watch.

He paid them no heed as he went towards the door, they didn’t even stop him, knowing who he was since the news hit about his brother's death two weeks prior. That and he had been coming back time and time again wanting information on who killed his brother, each time no new information. It was like this upstart just came out of nowhere, no one had even heard about anyone boasting about a kill. Once he entered, he made a beeline for who he had come to see. The Storm King, leader of the Storm mafia and his lieutenant Tempest Shadow, the Storm mafia was one of the bigger tougher gangs in the city with Tempest Shadow being someone you didn’t want gunning for you.

Ex-military and all the deadly, she sent a chill up his back just by her presence, but as it stood Spot wasn’t willing to let this scare him off. He was determined to find his brother’s killer, even if he had to converse with the Storm Mafia.

“Spotty boy, how’s it been?” The Storm king asked with a really disproportionate voice to his hulking demeanor. This surprised Spot when he’d first met him, though now felt like a bad joke. He was a rather ruthless man behind that voice that caused people to look twice for the wrong reasons.

“It’s…” He starts off with a sigh. “It’s been a few weeks...” He said, his voice tired with bags underneath his eyes, though he remained alert still. His body ready for action, no matter how many sleepless nights he had gone through.

“Yeah, again I’m real sorry about what happened to your brother. Slobber’s death is a tragedy for us all in the underworld.” He says, getting Spot’s brother’s name wrong causing his knuckles to pop from how hard they’d been turned into fists.

“His name is Rover… Rover Smith!...” He growls out in anger, his blood boiling at this mans utter disrespect for his brother.

Tempest gets ready to move in for the kill but is stopped when she sees the Storm King raise his hand to stay her normal answer to violent outbursts.

“Now, Spotticus Maximus, I don’t think you should raise your voice to me. We’re all friends here, with the friendship and the rainbows, Bleh…” He said, ending it with seemingly upchucking the very idea. “Anyway, we wouldn’t want anything… unfortunate to happen to you, would we Spots-r-us?” He asked with a malicious grin, his mood turning dark suddenly, so much so that even his disproportionate voice couldn’t even lighten the mood.

His fists tightened, his body tensing for a fight before it slowly relaxes. “No… we wouldn’t mister Storm King… Just, it’s Rover, my brother’s name was Rover.” He said with a sigh, having calmed down from his anger, and while he dared not to look into the eyes of the Storm King, he did catch a glimpse of Tempest predatory smirk, her scarred left eye winking at him in an almost teasing fashion.

“Good, now Spotimoly, I know why you’re here, and I think I might have some good news for you.” He said with a cheerful smile, as if the last few moments of life never happened, he snapped his fingers causing two henchmen to run off to retrieve some items.

Spot perked up at this, the promise of good news pertaining to his search. “R-really!? That’s fantastic!” Spot said genuinely ecstatic about the idea that his search was that much closer to being completed.

The two henchmen return with a suitcase upon opening reveals a document of some lab results. “Now a colleague of mine down at the police station managed to snag me a copy of these documents on some of the samples found at the murder site. Apparently, 3 drops of saliva and a piece of blue hair was left on the ground. The drops of saliva couldn’t be identified in time, having dried up, but the hair on the other hand… well, there’s enough there for some DNA testing, so you’ve got a few months.” The Storm King revealed in a rather overly grandiose and needlessly flashy manner.

“I’d suggest finding out whoever it is your brother knew with this dark blue hair...” He said with a knowing smile, not having to even look up as he heard Spot rushing to leave as quickly as possible.

“Thank you, Storm King… I’m in your debt, sir.” Spot spoke, his voice filled with gratitude and eagerness evident in his voice, almost like a puppy given a new chew toy.

“It was a pleasure sir Spotsalot, now you may take your leave, and I’ll enjoy the lovely dinner that’s being prepared.” The Storm King said rather flamboyantly as a few waiters started to bring his meal to him.

Quickly leaving the restaurant, Spot set out to find the only person he could think of that could possibly want to kill his older brother. Pulling out his cellphone he called his other brother, the tone ringing a few times before he answers the phone. “Hey Fido, meet me at the entrance of Goldenstate gated community. It’s time we paid a visit with Flash Sentry...”

Sunset’s POV

Sunset found herself walking the streets of Canterlot once more, this time heading towards the park. Normally it would be in full use during this time of the year, though it seemed the recent crazy weather had deterred people from coming to this wonderland of ice and snow. As she continued down the path through the park, all assumptions of being alone were gone when she noticed two fresh tracks in the snow. Following them out of curiosity over who’d want to be out. Eventually, she neared the source of the tracks in the snow, the sight causing her to growl in rage.

There before her was a Dumbbell getting too handsy with Fluttershy, who was in tears over the entire matter. All of this together caused the edges of Sunset’s vision to turn red as she made her way over towards the unsuspecting duo. As the sound of the snow crunching underneath of her feet reached them it was drowned out by Fluttershy’s sobbing tears and the sounds of ruffling clothes as Dumbbell aggressively groped her smaller body.

The world seemed to slow for Sunset Shimmer as she threw a sucker punch into Dumbbell’s unprotected and unprepared side. The force of the hit caused something to snap, forcing him to let go of Fluttershy, stumbling away as he tried to keep his balance.

Grunting in pain he turned to Sunset angrily. “ What the FU-” Was all he managed to get out before another punch, an uppercut, slammed into his jaw forcing his mouth closed. This was followed with an elbow to the gut that caused him to fall to the ground on his back. From there, there was nothing Dumbbell could do as Sunset began to wail on him, beating him over and over. Eventually, something pulled Sunset back, something that, if not for a last-minute recognition of Fluttershy, would have been given the same treatment.

“What are you doing Fluttershy?!” Sunset asked with a growl, her voice was strained, her body tense, and her rabid adrenaline to finish what was started pushed for more.

Though, what forced her to stop, was the look in Fluttershy’s eyes. The silent pleading for Sunset to lower her fists and to stop hurting. Turning back to Dumbbell, Sunset saw a bleeding and bruised mess as he slowly crawled away in pain. Wiping her weighted gloves, Sunset grunted before turning to Fluttershy.

“You alright?...” She asked, struggling to hold in her emotions for the one she cared for.

Fluttershy POV

“Y-yes… th-th-thanks to you…” Fluttershy whispered softly, surprised and amazed by what Sunset did for her.

“Good… do… do you need escorting somewhere, or are you good?” Sunset asked, she slowly began to relax as they got further and further away from where they had left Dumbbell.

“N-no… th-though… I w-wouldn’t mind you leading me home…” She said softly, unsure how long till the blackmailing started, or if Sunset wasn’t planning something. Though she was glad that Sunset saved her, it just confused Fluttershy. This confusion didn’t leave her, even as they walked back to her place, wondering if this was just a weird dream or a trick in the making. It scared Fluttershy, for once again it made her start to doubt herself.

‘M-maybe I was wr-wrong… ab-about Sunset… I mean… wh-why would she save me?’ She thought to herself as she seemed to silently study Sunset through her hair, which strangely enough always seemed to work great as a one-way view. Allowing Fluttershy to see all before her, while at the same time, keeping any from seeing her, at least her face.

Normally, she only did this when she knew she was in a bad situation or when she was anxious and away from friends. Now it was an almost daily occurrence, with her internal anxiety going off even when there wasn’t anything to worry about.

‘M-maybe…’

Dumbbell POV

Dumbbell groaned in pain as he removed another tooth that had been practically punched out of his mouth. Though, that wasn’t to say, that the rest of his body didn’t hurt just as much. The only thing missing from the brutal beating he’d gotten was a comical indentation of some kind on his body. Otherwise, his body was nothing more than a bruised and broken mess.

After the beating he had received, Dumbbell had pulled himself home, wish to avoid anyone that might know him. Groaning as he sank into his busted couch, hearing a loud creaking from somewhere as he did, he placed a large bag of frozen peas over his bruised eye, hoping that it would calm his raging headache. As the pain started to slowly slide into a generally dull and numb throbbing in his head he heard about creaking. Though, this time it wasn’t from the couch, it sounded more like it came from the second floor. After a moment of thought, he decided it was probably nothing, just his home settling.

It was only when he heard two more creaks above him that he knew it wasn’t the house settling. Grunting, he pulled himself up, his muscles protesting as he did so. Quickly grasping a rather dented and old metal bat, he made his way upstairs, each step seeming to be far louder despite his attempts to be as quiet as possible. As he reached the top of the stairs, he began to feel chilled to the bone, though it wasn’t from how quiet it was, more due to the window that was open letting in the cold blowing winds from outside. Suspicion rushing through him as he noticed wet footprints where snow had melted onto the rug, leading towards his bedroom.

Slowly making his way into his messy and disorganized room, he seemingly found nothing. Though, upon a second glance, he noticed one thing out of place, 2 leather boots, wet from melted snow as they dripped all over the rug underneath them. Before he could question this, he was struck in the back with the force of a bear if the punch was made out of metal. He crumpled forward as he felt something give out inside him.

“F-FUUUCK!!!” Dumbbell cried out in pain, feeling like his left shoulder blade was completely shattered.

Dragging himself with his last good arm, he tried to get away even as the pain felt like he was ripping his insides out. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t make it far as another blow hit his right shoulder, sending him spasming in pain. Fearing for his life he tried to will himself up, shaking and crying hot tears as he begged for his life. Yet it was all for not as a sickening crunch filled the air, followed by 3 more blows that squitched more so than crunched.

Flash Sentry POV

Flash sighed softly as he rested against his favorite tree, this was his favorite place to relax and unwind. The stars, the space, and the general quietness of it all. It gave him peace of mind and a sense of tranquility even in such deplorable times. Few knew of his special spot, and he trusted them not to tell, for it was here where he found himself since the last day of school with a broken heart. Sadly his time alone was disturbed by the sounds of grass rustling as 2 people walked towards him.

The clouds made it hard to make out who was coming towards him, but it sent a chill through his heart as it began to quicken in fear.

“He-hello… wh-who are you?” He asked as his hand instinctively went towards his back pocket, where he gripped the handle of his switchblade.

Soon the figures stepped into the light to reveal Spot and his oldest brother Fido.

“Hey Flash, I figured you’d be here… I mean, Rover always did say you loved this spot...” He said with a joking tone, though his eyes seemed to glint with a danger to them Flash had never before seen.

“Yeah… I didn’t know he told you that.” Flash said, feeling uneasy with Spot, not particularly noticing Fido.

“Yep, he told me a lot… he enjoyed every minute with you.” He said, his force thick with sorrow, pain, and love. “So… it makes me wonder… what the fuck happened!!!” Spot practically shouted as he pushed Flash into the tree hard.

Before Flash could react he found his arms pulled and bound behind the tree by Fido, who had taken the time to move into a position to restrain him.

“Wh-what!? I-I didn’t do anything!” Flash said, panicking as he tried to break out of the bonds that held him fast to the strong old Oak.

Spot slammed his fist into Flash’s gut, cutting off anything else he might have said.

“BULLSHIT!!! Now tell me… what happened!” Spot said with deadly seriousness, his hand reaching into his left pocket.

Panting for a moment, Flash tried to regain his breath. “I.. Al-alright… I’ll t-tell you what happened… th-that night.”

Author's Note

Sorry guys and gals this took so long, hope ya'll enjoyed this.

I hope everybody has a wonderful day.

Sincerely,
Sar Meister