A Stallion with a scar his face sat in a dark room with only a single light hanging from the ceiling. He sat across a table from an empty chair, waiting for a certain somepony to come into the room.

Two armed guards sat behind him. The metal door clanked open and a blue mare wearing an all black suit with sunglasses on her face. The scar guy's eyes narrowed at her.

"Who are you?" He asked angrily.

The blue mare placed a suitcase on the table. "The mare here for your coke deal."

"Where are your bosses!? I was supposed to meet one of them here, not you!" He said, slamming his hoof on the table.

The blue mare lit a cigarette and puffed some smoke into his face, causing him to cough. "Sorry dude. But the bosses are too busy with much more important stuff than some measly coke deal."

He coughed in the smoke and angrily slammed his hoof on the table. "Bitch!" He said, standing up and pulling out a knife, placing it against's the blue mare's throat. "Who the fuck do you think you are!? Do you know who I am!?" He demanded angrily.

The mare grabbed him and lifted him by the throat, "You're a little kid who thinks he's big enough to rough house with the big kids. News flash, you aren't." She said, taking another drag from her cigarette.

He gagged as she lifted him easily with one arm. The stallions behind him aimed their guns at her. "Drop our boss. Now, bitch!"

"Drop the act boys. We both know who you really work for." The blue mare said as she took the cigarette out of her mouth.

"What? What the fuck are you talking about!?" They said to her.

"That mysterious stallion you've been feeding information? That's me. And it's time to switch sides boys."

"....What's the code?" One of them asked.

"Little fish fry first." She answered without missing a beat.

They nodded and put down their guns. "Yep. You're Jess alright. Sorry Scar. But we don't work for you anymore. "

"See, the bosses are tired of you trying to throw your weight around and acting like you matter. They sent me to teach you a lesson."

"W-What!?" He said in shock. "Bitch! I am The one and only Scar! How Dare you treat my like this!?!?" He screamed as she clawed at Jess's wrist.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet." Jess said before shoving her lit cigarette directly into his eye. He screamed in agony as his eye burned up.

Jess dropped him to the ground with a thud, letting him writhe in pain, "Now here's the deal 'Scar', or should I call you Lawrence?"

Lawrence groaned in pain as he clawed at his now completely ruined eye, trying to pull the cigarette out. "Let me get that for you." She grabs and grinds it in his eye before yanking it out.

"Aaaaagh!" He screamed in pain, a red gooey ashy mess drooled out of his eye socket

"Now here's the deal Lawrence. You work for The Octaves now. Anything you do you clear with us. Anything. Got it?"

"Y-Yes!" He screamed in anger.

"Good. Now don't make me come back or I'll take something more important than your eye. Let's go boys." The two of them followed her after Jess had flicked her cigarette onto his pathetic body, leaving Lawrence to roll around in his agony.

A few minutes later Jess walked out of the building, flanked by the two stallions. "You need to survive an hour under my knife without breaking. If you get captured, I won't take the risk that you'll squeal. So you need to prove you won't break." Jess said, cracking her neck.

"Wait, What!?!?!" They said in shock and horror.

"You have a choice boys. You can go home, lead a clean life, and we'll never bother you. But if you try to enlist in a different gang, I'll personally see to it you never live to get your first paycheck. Or, you could survive my torture and become a part if the biggest and best gang there is." Jess said simply, leaving no room for any arguments.

"Nope! Nope nope nope!" One said, throwing down his gun. "I didn't sign up for this! Come on Bro." He said, starting to walk away.

"...I think I'll stay actually," the other one said, staying put.

"Good choice." Jess pulls an envelope out of her jacket, "As for you, here's your last paycheck. I'm a mare of my word, and you did as you were told."

"Wait...Bro...you're going to stay?" He said in shock, even as he took the envelope. "But we've done everything together...."

"I know, but we've been in the mob for so long, I don't know what else I'd do with my life." He said as he poked at the ground.

"We can open that sandwich shop we've always wanted to when we were kids!" He said.

"Tell you what boys. I like you two. I'll finance that little shop of yours. But when the Octaves need money laundered, or they need a safe house, your going to be who we call." Jess said as she lit another cigarette.

"....I'm good with that." The one who wanted to quit said, picking up his gun.

"Good. Now who wants to go first?" Jess said with a grin.

"Me....Let's just get this over with." The one who wanted to quit sighed.

"Alright. Kim! Get this one strapped in!" Jess said as she took a drag of her cigarette, "And get me a fresh pack! I'm all out."

"Wait what? Who's K-" He was cut off as someone placed a bag over his head. She tossed Jess a fresh pack of cigarettes.

"Switch to cigars." Kim said. "We have the money."

"I hate those. They're too bulky." Jess said, tucking the pack into her jacket.

Kim rolled her eyes. "Then be glad The Octaves took us in instead of one of those stupid gangs that require their members to smoke cigars." Kim said as she bound the stallion and put him in the trunk of a blue car.

Jess gets into the driver's seat, "Get in kid."

The stallion nodded as he got into the passenger seat. Kim dragged him out and put him in the backseat. "Newbies ride bitch." Kim said as she got into the passenger seat.

Author's Note

This is the prologue for my next big story. I hope this one will get me to get over my wall of blocks on my story.