Author's Note

Okay, so let us continue! Now first thing I want to note, in the first chapter, I wanted to clarify you guys, Moon Dancer is not dead, and the masked person... the mask was stolen, I wanted to make that clear. I felt like I may have confused some of you guys

Anyways, I do hope you'll enjoy it! Special thanks to Scholary-Cimmerian for suggestions and ideas for this chapter.

Running, Gambling, and Moonwalking

The next morning came much faster than the dead of night. A majority of the female prisoners escaped from the prison, which only made things worse for the police and security teams trying to contain them. They did manage to capture a few of them, but sadly the major criminals still got away.

In the prison, a few of the guards gathered in one of the main offices, staring down at several mugshots. All of which were the prisoners who had escaped. The head of the prison sat in the chair, facing at some of the mugshots. A cigar on the side of his mouth, with some visible smoke coming out of it.

"All of Canterlot's most wanted criminals, gone. Escaped. And with no explanation for how they got themselves freed..."

"Sir, we've been telling you, one of them multiplied!"

"That is physically impossible. We haven't reached the age of cloning humans," The chief snarked.

"Yeah, but sir, if three-headed sea monsters can come into town, then I say its a really likely chance that humans are able to do this!"

"You're off your rocker, Hotshot," The man said, slamming his fist into the table. "I want to know how they broke past our security, I want to know the strategy they used!"

"Sir. Look at the security footage."

"I've watched the footage back to back, you can't just tell me with a straight face that it was someone multiplying themselves!"

The two security guards stared at the superintendent with a straight face.

"Yes, we can. And luckily for you, we figured out who it was."

The man slapped a new mugshot onto the table. The superintendent looked down at the picture. A woman with yellow skin, orange eyes and short spiked up hair, almost like flames. She had a smirk on her face that made her look like she was up to no good. And those eyes? Those eyes were staring into your soul, looking as if they could kill you right this very second.

"No..."

"She's escaped. And she took a companion with her. And her companion stole a mask from another one of the prisoners."

Another mugshot was slapped down, which was just as scary as the first one. The superintendents eyes fell out of his head and gasped.

"... get all forces, get all security forces, military, SWAT, spies, everyone! Now!"

Downtown, in one of the streets of Canterlot, there was a large crowd of people in running clothes standing in front of a bright, white, and glaring line. As everyone waited for the race begin, the people began to stretch their limbs and muscles.

One man in particular was especially pumped for the race. He had been practicing for months now, getting his body into perfect shape. Plenty of training, the right nutrition, cardio, everything. And now he was ready. The man in his 30s was sporting a pair of black running shorts with a yellow tank top. His hair was spiked up, all straight up in its usual orange color. A media player was strapped to his side, and he had his headphones plugged in and ready to go.

"All racers, let us have a good clean race! Do not deviate from the path, or take any shortcuts, or you will be disqualified! No pushing, no shoving, no dirty play, none of that!"

Everyone acknowledged the man speaking with a few simple nods and murmurs of 'yes'. He moved himself off the track, allowing the racers to get into their starting positions. The man running the competition raised a gun up in the air, ready to fire it.

"On your marks... get set... GO!!!"

The gun fired a blank, and everyone was up and at them. The race was on, and everyone's feet moved on the road. Several people behind some of the fences and barricades, and on the sidewalks all cheered and whistled for them, watching them run on the track.

The man in the yellow tank top watched as everyone was starting to get ahead of him. He was falling behind, and they were getting farther and farther ahead. His breathing resembled a wild bull, and he snorted. He wasn't going to be beat. Not this time. He was going to win this race, and he was going to put his all into it! Breathing as hard as he could, he started to run faster. Sweat ran down his head and seeped into his tank top. He felt like an airplane on a runway, ready to take off. His feet picked up the pace, and he was darting straight towards the crowd.

A few of the people participating in the race just kept their heads forward and focused. They didn't even see the man trying to catch up with the rest of them. Especially the tiny bits of steam that was billowing from the top of his head.

"And #37, Sky Jack turns around the corner heading straight for the second leg of the race, followed by Stinger, Stallion, and what's that?" The announcer said. "It looks like Inferno is catching up! He's way behind, but he is moving! He's... he's smoking. Folks, I am not kidding right now, it looks like he's smoking something and its coming right off of him."

Two adults looked behind them, seeing Inferno trying to catch up. The two of them just shrugged and looked ahead. But for a split second, their eyes bulged and they looked behind again. The announcer said he was steaming a bit, but it was nothing compared to what he was now. Inferno's arms looked like they were starting to catch on fire. Small flames were flying right past him as he ran.

"You're on fire!" One of the women yelled.

"Thanks girl! You too! Just keep on pushin'!"

"No, I'm serious, you're on fire!"

"I know!"

Inferno dodged right past them, some black smoke visibly passing right by the two adults. The two of them could only watch as he ran with fire spreading all around him.

30 Minutes Later

Two teenage girls were holding onto their legs, panting heavily. They had just crossed into the third leg, and they would be close to the finish line. All they would have to do is to push hard, and they would win the race.

"Hey Indigo... maybe... maybe we should... take a break..."

"We're almost there, Sugarcoat! We can do this! We're almost there, we just have to--that guy's on fire."

Sugarcoat panted, and she stood straight, wiping the heaping amount of sweat that collected on her forehead.

"You mean someone's finally catching up?"

"No, literally! That guy that's catching up is on fire!"

Sugarcoat turned her head and gasped. Running down the road, gunning for the finish line was Inferno. But it was hard to tell considering all they were seeing was an entire body engulfed in flames. As he ran past the two Shadowbolts, he screamed like he was in agony and pain as he dashed past them. The two of them just stared in complete and total shock at the man who ran.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The man pushed passed the plastic finish line marker, completely ignoring the people who were waiting and dived head first into the fountain that was spitting water everywhere. His body jumped and he flopped right into the water like a fish who wanted to go back into the sea.

The splash sent some water flying out of the fountain and hitting getting a few of the bystanders wet. Some of them were annoyed, but most of them were scared when they saw the man coming towards them, dressed ablaze.

Indigo Zap crawled across the finished line, pulling herself up to see Inferno who finally got himself up out of the water.

"Hey! Hey, you! You in the fountain!"

Inferno looked at the out of breath girl with goggles on her face.

"Are... are you okay?"

Inferno gasped and coughed as he was able to breathe, no longer being under the water.

"Y-Yeah!!!" Inferno cheered, raising his arms up. "WHOO!!! I was on fire, yo!"

Indigo chuckled a bit, before flopping down.

"So... did I win?"

The sounds of men cheering, yelling for victory, and coughing on food and cigarettes were the only sounds to be heard at Tapper's, one of Canterlot's finest pubs. The drinks were great, serving the needs of the many people in town, and it was also home to many great competitions and games. Most of them however were pandered for those who enjoyed some of the more finer games; poker, roulette, blackjack, you name it.

"Alright, so he's out, and ready to move onto the final. Kingpin, are you ready for your final challenger?"

"Who is this great gambler that you claim can beat me?"

"Me."

Pulling the chair out, and sitting across was an 16-year-old boy with a rather wicked look in his eyes. Those yellow, cat-eyes stared blankly into Kingpin's soul, looking as if he had already planned to visit and send him to the gates of Tartarus. His hair was messy, like he hadn't showered in days. His yellow tank top was ragged and a little shredded, and there were some visible holes in the black fingerless gloves he wore on his hands.

"Who are you?"

The boy smirked, before taking a sip from a glass of water.

"The name... is Tox. I've played these games for a long time, and I'm no stranger to losing or winning. So. Ready to play, if you've got the guts?"

Kingpin chuckled. "Lets get this done, little boy."

"I've only got one rule for you, Kingpin." Tox stood up, placing his arms on the table, so he could tower over him. "Don't cheat. If I catch you cheating, or playing dirty... then you're going to be having a lot of problems. Understood?"

"Now why would I ever do that, little boy?"

Tox smirked. "I can see trouble in anyone's eyes. They think of they play dirty or try to sneak on by, that they will succeed. Well I'm here to say, it's not going to save your sorry butt. Now lets play."

An equal amount of cards were passed down to the two players at the table. All eyes centered on them, and the two glared at each other like they could kill one another.

"May the best man win, Kingpin."

"The honor will be mine."

The two grabbed their set of cards and held them together, looking at the deck they owned. The Kingpin looked up, and he paused for a moment. He could see the mirror right behind Tox. Not only that, but he could see the cards he had in his hands.

"So... have any fours?"

Tox's smirk went away and he growled. "You looked into the mirror."

"I don't know what you're saying--"

"--DON'T. LIE. Lying will not get you anywhere in this life, and you've just lost the entire round. You think because I'm a young boy that I am going to be duped by your deception?"

Kingpin didn't get a chance to speak for Tox slammed a knife into the table.

"I'll make this clear. I play fair, which means you should play fair too. I know when a man's cheating. I know all the signs, I know all the tricks..."

Tox slapped his deck of cards on the table, making Kingpin growl.

"Now you listen here, boy. I'm not leaving until I take that prize, now you're going to sit your sorry @#$ down, or I'm going to send some boys after you and your family!"

Everyone gasped, and he froze in place. He didn't realize what he had said until only a few seconds later. Now he looked as if he had real intent to murder this young teen.

"Okay, now, I didn't mean it like that everyone, it was only a joke. I say it to every person who tries to chicken out of a game. You understand, don't you?"

Tox chuckled with some retort. "Oh, I understand perfectly. And just who are you going to send to find my family? They're out on display in Nevada for everyone to see. But before I take my leave, I want you to come here for a brief second, Kingpin..." Tox smirked, standing up.

Kingpin slowly stood up, completely unaware of what Tox had planned.

"What?"

Tox's eyes emitted a soft glow of yellow, and he started laughing like a hyena. His breath was very visible, a puft of green escaping. A burst of green smoke emitted from his mouth, hitting Kingpin's face. A few seconds later, he collapsed onto the ground, completely knocked out. Some of his friends gasped when they saw him go down, and sneered at the teen.

"Run along boys. Because I'll just do it some more... only, I'll be spitting at you. And you don't want it."

Tox flipped his cards up in the air, letting them rain down on the unconscious man. He walked over him, slowly stepping towards the exit. He hawked up a little bit of drool, then stared at the other adults who were watching him leave. He grinned at them before wiping the spit on the side of the doorframe, and wiping some of it away from his chin. And as he left, the spit that was on the door frame began to sizzle and steam, melting away the wood and paint...

"Ma'am, I'll make this really easy for you. Just open the safe, hand over the cash, and no one gets hurt."

The woman behind the counter, along with the other people nearby all surrendered. Some got down on the ground, holding their hands over their heads. Some just kept hands up in the air. But either way, everyone was bracing themselves for possible gunshots.

"Now, now, lets talk this out... you don't have to do this..."

The robber fired a bullet up in the glass ceiling above him, making some glass shards fall and shatter on the ground.

"Do as I say... or things are going to get a lot worse."

"Ahem."

The robber turned around, pointing the gun at the teenage girl who broke the silence. Sitting on the edge of a chair, with a smirk on her face, was none other than Retro Girl AKA Amethyst Star.

"3rd time this week, hmm?" Amethyst asked. She jumped off from the chair, slowly approaching the man who still kept the gun pointed at her. "How's your transition coming? You know from worst heist planner, to worst bank robbery attempt ever?"

The robber rolled his eyes. "Ha. Ha. Ha. And what about you, don't you know mullets are dated? They don't work, and you certainly don't make them work."

"Yes I do."

"No you don't.

"Yes I do."

"No you don't.

"Yes I do."

"No you don't.

"Yes I do."

"That's it!"

The robber fired a bullet and Amethyst jolted her waist and hips to the left, avoiding the bullet shot. The robber shot again, and then she jolted herself to the right. After two failed attempts, the robber attempted to lunge forward and punch her in the face. She stepped back, and leapt over to the side, avoiding his attempt to tackle her to the ground.

"You know something? You suck as a robber. Taking you out is going to be a piece of cake."

Her hand tapped the media player on her side, and a poppy 80s sounding song began to play. She smirked, and stood in a fighting position. The robber stood back up and got ready to fight, only to feel the touch of hard plastic and metal slapping against his face. He looked back and glanced at the new weapons being used against him. Amethyst now held a few blank cassette tapes taped together, and held by some small chains.

Here comes Retro Girl!
Mixing her tapes its
Retro Girl!
Fighting for justice and peace!
Retro Girl!

She flung the hard tapes against the robber's face, flinging it like a ball and chain. She kept slapping it against his face, and readied for last attack; a kick in the robber's crotch. The man groaned from the pain and collapsed to the ground. Once he was out, she grabbed his gun keeping it away from him.

"You won't be robbing anything for some time. And for the record, I like the mullet despite how dated and ridiculous it looks."

Amethyst smirked and she listened to the sounds of everyone around her applauding and cheering for her.

"Oh, um, thanks, everyone?"

"No, thank you," the woman at the desk cheered. "You saved us. Retro Girl, was it?"

"Yep."

"H-How can we repay you?"

Amethyst just smirked, winking under her neon colored visor.

"Just know, much like the 1980s; the past never dies."

She performed a backflip over the down robber, and moonwalked back to the front doors of the bank. She smirked at the bank teller, all the while another song on her playlist played in her departure.

Take on me (take on me)
Take me on (take on me)

She spun around in circles like a ballerina, without raising her leg up, dropping a Rubiks cube onto the ground just as she left. It didn't explode like her others, but the top part came off, and it flashed neon lights onto the ceiling like ones you would have at a disco party. And like a cloud of dust, Retro Girl, had left the building.