Hearts of the Taken

Pinkie was a crazy pony, or so ponies thought. In reality, she was sane, but she couldn't help when she blew things up on accident. She flung dynamite about like nothing, but she was too childish to realize the danger. She blew up the old ruins of ponys' homes.
"Better safe than sorry." she thought. The demons generally just turned to ash. She still never looked though.
She was going to the biggest amusement park she could find. She wanted to live out her life, partying and having fun until she couldn't open her eyes. She only had to find it. A demon leaped onto her back, she bucked it off and tried to run. It got up and gave chase.
"Come back little morsel, this won't hurt long." it said in a raspy voice. It jumped on her again, this time pinning her.
" Get off me." she said struggling.
A shot rang out as the creature seized up. It fell to the ground. She crawled under a tree and sat up. The demon had a hole right between it's eyes. She peeked around the tree to see a shadow run across a cliff. She stood up, still in shock, but managed to run after it. She was almost there when a rope with two steel balls attached flew out and tied her feet.
"Agh, what?" she said trying to look at her feet.
A pony flipped her over, she had just enough time to see that it was a filly before the bag went over her head.