Murder Time, Fun Time

Pinkie woke up explosively as she knew that today was the day that important things were going to happen. Her sister, Pinkamena had no idea how the crazy party mare knew when the important event was going to happen but she didn’t care as this meant that she would be able to have fun again.

Five years had its ups and downs. Unfortunately, it was mostly downs. After Playa was put into a coma as a result of the explosion that took the life of Alderman Richard Hughes, Julius Little, leader of the Third Street Saints, had mysteriously disappeared and had not been heard from during those five years. Pinkamena could only conclude that he was either dead or had simply abandoned them.

Pinkamena tried to keep the Saints together as best as she could but the gang members couldn’t get past the whole “being led by an animal” concept and gradually dropped their flags until the gang couldn’t stay together anymore. Dex had disappeared just like Julius did but rumors were heard that he got a job at the Ultor Corporation. Lin dropped her flags and decided to spend more time with Donnie. Pinkamena had no idea where they went afterward. Troy was promoted to chief of police as a result of the death of Monroe. True to his word, he swept her activities as a member of the Saints under the rug so she could live free from persecution from the city.

Johnny Gat let Pinkie move in with him, much to the annoyance of Aisha. It took a lot of convincing from Johnny for Aisha to let the pony move in with them.

With the Saints disbanded, a power vacuum was created in the city. This paved the way for a trio of opportunistic gangs to move in and take over the rackets that the Saints once controlled.

One gang that bore a resemblance to the Neighponese culture that Pinkamena remembered, calling themselves the Ronin, took over the gambling and prostitution rackets.

Another gang composed of people who were big on piercings and tattoos and drove trucks and SUVs primarily, took over the weapons dealing and protection rackets. This group was simply called The Brotherhood.

The third gang was a Haitian drug cartel called the Sons of Samedi who took over the drug trade in Stilwater. Rumors had been said that the cartel sold a highly potent drug that was popular among the youth of Stilwater. The quality of the drug was also said to be stronger than anything the Colombians could come up with so their marketing base had significantly weakened during those five years the Saints had been gone.

As if the three gangs weren’t enough, Ultor Corporation had taken control of the Saint’s Row district. There were also rumors going around that the corporation was also making deals with the other three gangs.

Five years had also caused a significant number of changes to the city itself. The borders of the neighborhoods had been altered while new ones were created while some old ones disappeared. Off the coast of the island city were a pair of tiny islands that Pinkamena had recently discovered. One held a nuclear power plant, a power source that Pinkamena was unfamiliar with given Equestria’s complete reliance on magic for power. Another, much smaller island held Stilwater’s penitentiary facility. Pinkamena heard that Playa was being held there.

With the deaths of Marshall Winslow and Alderman Richard Hughes, there was nobody left to run for mayor of Stilwater. However, one candidate stepped up to take the election. The wife of Richard Hughes, Monica Hughes became the mayor of Stilwater.

Matters of the household were at the forefront of the pony’s concerns, however. Aisha’s tolerance of the pony living in her home had eventually reached its limit and she tried to get Pinkamena to find her own place. Pinkamena countered that the city still views her as an animal and a criminal in the legal sense. Aisha consulted with Legal Lee to see if there were any loopholes that he could exploit to get the mare’s legal status changed but his expertise was in working with humans while talking animals was widely believed to not be real even though the city knew one existed.

Aisha’s greatest problem, however, was that her relationship with Johnny was falling apart. The madman was spending more time with Pinkamena than with her but the most awkward part happened one night when Aisha and Johnny were having sex and Johnny accidentally uttered Pinkamena’s name. It was since then that she knew that he was falling for the pink pony even if he didn’t realize it himself. She wasn’t about to tell him and let him figure it out for himself after that night though.

It was also the reason she decided to break up with Johnny while coming up with some lame excuse about why. Since she was still rich from her time as the Vice Kings’ musical talent, she had plenty of money to buy her own home and still be loaded.

However, one day the household got smaller again when Johnny pulled an idiotic move and tried to kill Troy for betraying the Saints which got him put in prison to await trial for two years and thirty-one days for a sentence that would most definitely be the death penalty. Troy, despite saying he wouldn’t contact the madmare again but did anyway, promised Pinkamena that he would delay the trial for as long as he could while doing everything he could to speed Playa’s recovery. Until then, Pinkamena had her own home to herself.

Over the past five years, Pinkie’s income was through her party planning at the request of Laura who, during the time period, divorced her husband and married Tobias, a fellow drug dealer and a hater of wearing shirts. Pinkie had also aided in Laura’s bake sales and the occasional drug deals. Pinkie had become a good friend of the family during that time.

Of course, that income source was cut off when Laura finally got caught and sent to prison.

Now, though, the long wait was over. If Pinkie’s prediction was right, Playa would be waking up tonight.

Pinkie turned the lights off in the house, walked out the door of her house and locked the door. She got into her Attrazione, which she had Samson repair, and drove to the coastline closest to Stilwater Penitentiary. Upon arrival, she pulled out the scuba gear, that she ‘borrowed’ from someone, from the trunk and put it on. Once she was ready she dove in and swam for the island.

The time was three in the morning by the time Pinkie made it to the prison island. It wasn’t long before the guards took notice of her. Pinkamena took over and decided it was time for her morning exercise.

Pinkamena held her new kitchen knife (the old one got rusted with all the action she put it through five years ago) in her mouth and parried a few pistol shots before she closed the gap and eviscerated the prison guards.

The madmare advanced into the prison, leaving a trail of corpses in her wake. As she entered, the alarms went off. She wasn’t sure if she was the reason or if Playa was making his escape attempt. It didn’t matter since the police were not going to stop them either way.

Pinkamena found who she was looking for once she entered the main doors of the prison. With a cheerful smile, the madmare waved a forehoof at Playa. “Hey, Playa, long time no see.”

“Pinkamena? What are you doing here?” Playa asked.

“Duh, I’m here to pick you up from camp. The councilors have all been very welcoming. They even took the time to try and entertain me.”

A police car drove into the gates and stopped in front of the duo...along with some hispanic prisoner wearing a purple cap.

“Thanks for bringing me my ride. You guys are the best.” Before the guards could exit the car, Pinkamena performed a bo-duke-en upon the driver by sliding across the hood and smashing through the windshield and the driver. She followed up with her knife being plunged into the passenger’s heart. Playa and Pinkamena cleaned up the mess and the three entered the car to drive to the harbor.

“I’ve heard stories about you from my brother,” the mystery guest said. “Are you really the Butcher of Stilwater?”

“I don’t know any brother of yours, colt, but ‘Butcher of Stilwater’ is a new one to me.”

“Surprised you haven’t earned that title sooner with how many bodies you’ve sliced and diced with that knife of yours,” Playa said.

“More surprising is that you said more than one sentence during this mission.”

“You’ll probably hear a lot more from me from now on.”

“Oh goodie, now we can finally do a co-op for real,” Pinkamena said cheerfully. She looked at the mystery guest then back to Playa, “So who’s this guy?”

“I’m Carlos, I came here to break him out of here.”

“No offense, but it looked more like Playa was busting you out.”

The group arrived at the dock where a police boat was tied. They quickly boarded the boat and untied it from the dock before taking off.

While the police pursuit was heavy, none of them even tried firing on the boat. Playa decided to spend his leisure time firing a boat-mounted HMG at the pursuers while Pinkamena used her trusty RPG to shoot down helicopters.

Nearing the main island, Playa and Pinkamena noticed a large building in the distance. Playa recognized the location, “That’s the Row?” he asked.

“It is now…” Carlos responded.

“Jesus, when did this happen?”

Pinkamena answered his questions, “A lot can happen when you’ve been in a coma for five years.”

“The fuck you say?!”

“You heard me, five years without leadership was all it took for the Saints to disband and a trio of new gangs to take over. The Ultor Corporation has legal rights to the Row now and that’s what resulted.” She pointed at the tower.

“Wait, a clothing company did all that?”

“Their influence extends to more than clothes, Playa. I’ve heard their influence extends to real estate and weapons development. I’ve also heard a rumor that they might be secretly influencing the other gangs.”

“So the Saint’s are gone and there are three gangs and a corporation to take down?”

“Eeyup.”

“Well then, let’s get started.”