Rise of the Night/Run of Night

Shadowstep was a little confused by what had just happened. First Lyla went off on him, then she asked if he wanted to fuck her, and now their hiding in plain sight. He didn't know what Congo, Shiva, and Lyla were planning but he had to trust them. Hiding underground was one thing but in plain sight inside the council building was crazy. He also hated being here. The last time he was here things didn't go so well for him. He was tortured and interrogated for what felt like days. He still to this day had the nightmares of the ordeal. He couldn't go to anyone, not the Princess, not Congo and his gang, he couldn't even talk to his own brother Lightblade in Canterlot. Plus the events that happened in the past few hours told him that they didn't care about who got hurt or how it happened. All they cared about was if Shadowstep got to the Princess or died before he could warn them. He took his shirt off as he ready himself to try and get some sleep. He laid down next to Lyla as he started to drift off. He only hoped that he wouldn't be haunted by his past. But the dream came back. It always came back.

“Sergeant Shadowstep you are here before the council to clear up some past mistakes with your records.” an old man said from behind a desk.

“And what past mistakes would that be?” Shadowstep said with his hands shackled.

“Five years ago you were a part of the Diamond Dongs gang that took over Manehatten and over threw the government in power there. Is that not correct?” an woman who sat in an copy of the desk said from the left side of the room.

“I cannot confirm nor deny any involvement I had with the Diamond Dongs after all it was sanctioned by Princess Celestia for my joining of the royal guard despite my past record.” Shadow answered trying to steer the conversation away from the subject.

“Yes we know about that but what we want to know is where they are, who leads them, and why you are still protecting them. They are a threat to the security of this nation and must be removed from the equation.” a man siting behind a desk on Shadowstep right said.

“Last time I checked they weren't the ones on the brink of war with us unlike the nation of Silbila.” Shadowstep said defiantly.

“I see we will have to do this the hard way then. Take him and make sure he talks.” the woman on the left said. Two man entered the room and grabbed him by the arms and dragged him away. Shadowstep tried to resist them and started to yell but they put a gag in his mouth and dragged him away. They brought him thought the building to a dark room underground. They threw him into a chair and strapped him in.

“They say you have a high pain tolerance, well let's see if that’s true.” one of the men said as the other brought into view a car battery and some alligator clamps. They attached the clamps to the metal that was exposed on the arms of the chair and pain shot though Shadowstep like no other. He had been shot and stabbed but nothing compared to the electricity going though his body. He wanted to scream to call for help or just to let the pain out, but they had gagged him so he couldn't do that. They continued for about 5 minutes before Shadowstep started to get used to the pain.

“Ready to talk mister gangster?” one of the men asked as he removed the gag.

“Why don't you go and fuck yourself.” Shadowstep said as he spit on the man's face. The man backhanded Shadowstep knocking him further into the chair.

“Maybe I should take the rest of your ears? Looks like someone left the job half finished.” he said as he pulled a knife out from behind him. Shadowstep was already missing the tips to his ears as they were taken by a rival gang as trophies. His buddy however grabbed his arm.

“Hey we went paid for body mutilation so let's just get him to talk and be done with it.” he said as he pulled the knife from his partners grip. The female council member walked in.

“Has he talked?” she asked.

“No ma'am. He's tough.” one of the men said.

“Well keep trying. What good are you if you can get a single man to talk.” she said as she left the room. The door slammed loudly behind her and he finally work up from the dream. He was in a cold sweat and looked over to Lyla. She had changed out of her runner's outfit into a tank top and shorts. He prayed to Luna that they didn't find in her. Because if they did he wouldn't be able to protect her. Even if he could.