Lesser of Two Evils

Spike had long since given up hope that Twilight, would be picking him up, and retreated to the old dirty wreck, of a building, he was forced to call his home. He was greeted, as always by insults, from his father, but a serenity of absence from his mother. No doubt she was being the lazy cunt she was, and lounging about in her bed.

"Goddammit Sean, detention! Again! How many times I gotta' tell your dumb ass not ta' get detention," His father bellowed, as Spike made his way up stairs to avoid the barrage.

"How, many times did you get detention!" Spike retorted, stopping to hear the bloated mans reply.

"It don't fucking matter how many times I got detention, It matters how much you do, you brat!"

"Oh, that's some logic," Spike turned.

"Stupid assed kid, you're gonna fucking fail in life."

Those last few words infuriated Spike beyond the useless old mans usual insults. They made him scream, in his head. They made him hate his father more than he ever had. If there was one thing This seventeen year old hated more than the day he was born, it was the slime of hypocrisy his parents wallowed in. He walked back down the few stairs he had ascended, to look his father in the eye. His cold glazed eyes. He stood inches from his face. He yelled, "Why don't you take a fucking look around you fuck face! You're an old useless, fat piece of shit, who opts to draw a check, you don't need, every month! How dare you even mention how well you perceive my future to be!" He turned from his fathers speechless stance to go to his room upstairs, "Take that statement and go fuck yourself with it."

He slammed the brown door as hard as he could, and sat on his bed by the window. Maybe some sleep would calm him down. Probably not, it never did but it was worth a try. He stripped to his boxers, and laid down, letting a dreams of, fictional, better times.

Nine months ago

Fluttershy sat disconnected with the death around her in her own thoughts. She was chained, and beaten. Forgotten in a cell for some reason. Maybe she had been too used. Maybe they would just let her die in peace. She wished so much to be back home with her love. The reason she came to Bavaria in the first place was so each other could have their space. They hadn't seen each other in months when Fluttershy had been taken. Her lover may have been a criminal but, she had a heart almost as pure as Shy's own, despite how well the woman hid it. Like it was in cased in layers of stone. Flutter just wanted love. She didn't care, about the pain she felt. The cuts on the soles of her feet. The dried blood in her hair. She only wanted love.

Some of the slaves around her turned to their religion for comfort. Whether it be to the so called 'pagan' gods of Equestria, or to the christian god of the Andromadytes. Fluttershy didn't have the strength, willpower, or the personality to call them out on it. After all the hours she had spent breaking rock, and stone. After all the times she had been forced to her knees to pleasure some bastard, and after all the hours she had spent sobbing on an old and used mat, she could only believe in hell. Because she was in it.

     Fluttershy had contemplated suicide everyday for weeks. Was it depression? Not really. Just a reaction to an action. Most people found the thought of gouging their wrists with their own finger nails to be unsettling, on their worst days. But each day that thought became more and more comforting to Shy. The moonlight from the only window, in her cell was the only comfort, even if it was barred on the outside.  It was barred only to show the slaves that they were property now. As if being made a sex toy, and a vessel for profit, all the while being in heavy chains didn't do the trick.

The creak of the  cell gate startled her. Foot steps that she had not previously heard, followed suite.  One of the grey and black clad guards entered the scene of Fluttershy's current torment. Here for 'fun'?  Here to deliver a beating?  He aimed his gun, a sub-machine gun, at her head very lazily from the hip. "Bring her in," he said turning his head to the door behind him. Two men walked in dragging a woman in a vermilion shirt with a crossing scythe and hammer, seemingly asleep. Asleep with a smile plastered on her face. How could anyone be here and smile? Maybe she was recently abducted. Maybe she was insane. They tossed the girl lazily three feet from Fluttershy, and against the wall Flutter sat huddled against. Fluttershy looked up the gaurds with dead, bloodshot eyes. This earned her spit landing in her hair. She didn't flinch. "Slut," the man berated under his breath.  She didn't respond. She sat dealing with her real problems. Starvation, and the likes.

The men left. The girl stayed. Suddenly the cell in which Fluttershy was, became an Ice box.  She slid next to the girl, with fluffy, and very fuzzy pink hair. Hair much brighter than her own. Her body was in no way fat, but very soft. She was fortunately very warm too. She smelled a bit stale, but Fluttershy hadn't been aloud to bathe in who knows how long.  This, was by all means a small victory for her. That night almost cuddling the woman was the first night Fluttershy slept,  peacefully in months. And it probably would be the only time she sleeps peacefully for the rest of her life.

She woke when her head hit the stone floor of the cell. She looked above her to see a silhouette stretching in what little sunlight the small window offered.  Her hair almost blotted out the light completely giving it a penumbra effect in Fluttershys sight. The woman before her cracked a few joints before giggling out,"Snap, crackle, pop." For some ungodly reason Fluttershy wanted to smile. The pulling of her muscles around her lips, felt unnatural to her. She hadn't smiled in almost a three months now. But apparently the banter of some, lightly crazed woman had consoled her. The bright pink haired woman turned in the light to reveal a pale complexion and a glowing smile. "Howdy," She squealed. Fluttershy hadn't had the luxury of a civil conversation since her friend Mac was shot down in front of her last month. She didn't respond. She only lie on the floor grinning, holding herself up on her arms.

"Hello? Anyone home?"  The jubilant woman leaned closer to Fluttershy.

"Uh . . . yeah," she muttered.

"Mmmkay, I think ya' used your ellipses wrong. I don't mean to be a grammar tyrant but-"

"My what?" Fluttershy asked, confused.

"Your, ellipses, silly minx," she cleared her throat,"An ellipses is-"

"Shut the hell up!" a guard yelled into the cell. The insane woman, cocked her head to the side,"I never opened Hell, how can I close it?"  For a moment the man, and woman were caught in a, trance like, mutual, stare. Fluttershy thought she knew what was coming. She tucked herself into a ball, covering her ears, "not again," she muttered. Shy could feel the tension rising, so thick she was almost blinded by the fear it pulled out of her. "Fuckin' weirdo," the guard grumbled before walking off.

Hours, went by in a manner more like minutes. The unnamed woman seemed almost like an opposite to Fluttershy. Where Fluttershy was timid, she was not. Where Fluttershy was sorrowful, she was eternally gleeful. And the most apparent of all, Fluttershy was sane, while her new friend was a complete lunatic. Despite all of these differences they had one thing in common, that made these differences obsolete. Both wanted freedom above all other things.

"So, ya' think about breakin' out much?" The nameless, seemed to pluck this question out of the air.  Fluttershy had almost been content up until now. A realization that she would likely, spend the rest of her days here robbed her of that feeling, though.

"H-how, would I even do that," Fluttershy asked holding back tears.

"Very, carefully," She bent over laughing still sitting cross legged.

"Uh, yeah. I guess," Flutter, replied not seeing any humor in the others joke.

"No, no, j-just jokingI I set you up for that," she stopped giggling, and put on a more serious face,"We've got to get out of here."

"We're in a cell. One that's heavily guarded, being kept here for who knows why. I was trying to sleep when they dragged me off here."

"If I had to guess, I would say that we're here to be executed, or audited," she paused,"Hopefully audited."

Fluttershy shed a single tear,"Audited?"

"Yep, if I'm new, and I'm in this cell, than that must be the reason. Cuz' you don't exactly look like a trouble maker, and if ya' were, well they probably would have just shot you down."

   "That's,. . . logical I guess. But why did I only get put in this cell the other day?"

"Two, things. One: No, fucking clue. Two: You're using your ellipses wrong again."

"S-sorry." Fluttesrshy suppressed her frustration.

"Kay let's not get, too off the top," she looked to the cell door, no guard to be seen between the bars, "Alone, you'll die and alone you'll never have a chance to get out.  But  If you can help me, I can help you."

"I doubt we could even then," Fluttershy said, hiding the sliver of hopefulness that peeked out of her.

"Girlee, all I need to break outa' this hole is, a friend and a plan," the woman said abandoning her more, more cryptic persuasion technique, for something more uplifting.

This woman, was by all means crazy. That much Fluttershy could tell from the start. But she couldn't help but to feel in some way comforted her. This place is Hell, if you're alone. But with a friend as giddy as this woman, it just seemed so much less enduring. It was final. Not only did Fluttershy lack a personality to keep denying the other her plan, but she lacked the desire to do so. So she didn't.

"Okay," the words were a release of mental strain equal to a ton.

The next action from the strange woman before her, was the most simple, and the most, cherished to Fluttershy. A hug. Almost all of the corrosion her spirit had faced in her time of servitude, had evaporated. She hugged back, not caring for the tears washing over her face, as hard as her weak arms could, she squeezed, and bore her face into the crazy's fluffy cotton-like hair. She was so warm. It only added to the strange sense of love she felt from this woman.  She could have stayed there forever, crying on her shoulder. But alas the cotton maned woman pulled away.

"Please, don't cry. It makes me sad! And right now we've got bigger problems," the woman pleaded to, Fluttershy.

"I-I k-know," Fluttershy shoved the words through her tears.

"Like if they decide you're too weak to keep working, you'll be killed. Ya' know, if we're really just being audited."

"I-I know." Fluttershy repeated, teary eyed.

"So uh, don't ya' wanna, not die?"

"N-not really," she spoke truth, giving up her hope of escaping. This the other woman knew, despite them hardly knowing each other.

"Yes you do," she put a hand on Fluttershy's shoulder, "I promise, you'll get out alive. I pinkie promise."

Fluttershy didn't know what that meant, aside from promising, but regardless, the happy childish nature of this woman made her smile. And a smile made her new comrade smile. Every time.

Present Day

AJ, woke covered in sweat, and heat. Her eyes slowly peeled open, to find the roof above her cloaked in a cloud of dark smoke. She tried to get up, but upon movement, a sharp pain on the back of her head, made it self known. She slumped back down, muttering several vulgarities. Quickly her hand felt for the apparent opening in her skin. When it made contact she let out a slight hiss of pain. When her eyes made contact with that hand she saw blood. Too much blood to be comfortable. Suddenly she remembered, the preceding conflict.

She was just about to finish off, Twilights, buyer? Employee? Loan shark? What ever their relationship, her name was Rainbow Dash. Dash was lying on the stained carpet of the targets house, beaten and bloody. The blonde was just about to pull the trigger of her beretta, to send a bullet through the head of the grounded woman, when something hit her booted ankle. Hard enough to make her falter. It must have been a kick from Rainbow, since Dash pounced the same instant. They fell to the floor, fighting for control of the gun. There was a brief struggle, with Dash. Apparently, she was tougher than she looked, seeing as she was able to snatch the gun away from AJ. After which Dash cracked the hit-woman on the back of the head.  Why the hell didn't she just shoot her?

She called on all of her strength, to ignore the pain throbbing in her head. It was a brutal feeling. After all the times she had been struck it was like, this one decided to kill her. But no, she was far too stubborn to let some minor blood loss kill her. She could feel her heart pound in her head. She rose to a sitting position, then gradually to a standing position. She tried balancing her self, but fell to her knees. Hurry the hell up, she mentally prodded herself.

She rose, yet again being much more careful to stay balanced. She almost succeeded, but this time smoke was her deterrent. She fell back down on all fours in a sputtering fit. She looked around. She saw that the door was only a couple yards beyond her. She also saw that the fire was spreading from the open door, leading to the basement. Like a disease it spread to the living room, adding to the smoke in the house. It spread alarmingly, as if some accelerant was in use. Of course accelerant was used, Applejack knew arson when she saw it.

Applejack began to crawl, her head pounding harder, her breathing becoming more laborious, every inch of the way. It was truly grueling, but she got to the door. She shifted to one knee. The door was locked! All hope left her, for a brief second. But she had come to rely on her stubbornness in a way. It had kept her from death many a time. That being said she reeled in her hope of survival.

She clutched the knob for support. Bracing her self as best she could, holding her breath. As soon as she stood at her full height, she took a step back, and kicked the knob as hard as she could. It remained shut. She was getting dizzy. She kicked again, this time the door almost came unhinged. She was on the verge of losing consciousness. She kicked again, this time the broke free of its hinges, and landed in the sand, as did Applejack. When she did, it felt like all the force of the landing went straight to her head. Specifically, the open laceration. Regardless the cold night air of the Palimono desert was a welcome relief to the woman. Despite the sand that also greeted her face.

A smile cracked her freckled face knowing she would live another day. It quickly withered, as she became known to the bareness of her crown, save for her blonde hair. Quickly she stood, ignoring the pain she felt, feeling for her hat. It was gone. She quickly stood and looked to the house, now too ablaze for reentry. Now she was utterly pissed. Not only had that rainbow headed bitch slipped through her fingers, but she had also deprived AJ of the only thing she ever had any real love for.

She kicked the sand, then let an absolute slew of vulgar insults regarding Rainbow Dash into the silence of the night. Ranging  everything from her, deception to her being a ". . . multi-colored piece of shit  . . ."  After a good twenty minute, pacing rant Applejack had finally calmed herself down, to slight simmer of extreme rage. She coldly turned to where her van should have been. She found only tread marks. And beyond that two cars, both on fire. Most likely to keep her from using them if she did come across the miracle she did, and pull herself from the burning wreck of a house. Before the first "Goddammit" could be said she smiled again. She had a laptop in that van. And she could track that laptop. At least after she got a hold of her techie cousin that is. Twilight and the Rainbow headed menace, were fucked and they didn't even know it.

She let her hand find its way back to the pain, under her golden locks. This time when she pulled it back there was only half of the blood there was after the first time she checked. Which was still quite a bit, but not enough for her to continue giving a rats ass. With an almost content sigh she sat down, cross legged, in front of the burning skeleton of what used to be a house. Moments passed. She sat thinking. Calming her nerves. Her doctor warned her about getting angry. Whether or not he was legitimate didn't matter. He was the one with the degree. Not Applejack.

When she opened her eyes again, the house collapsed in on its basement. She was still angry. Her employer would be too. But at least now she had a plan. From under the bloodstained and slightly ash tarnished poncho she wore, she pulled an old disposable flip phone. She punched her sisters number, quickly thanks to an overbearing memory.

"Yep," the woman on the other phone answered.

"Hey, uh, 'Bloom' I'm-"

"Why, ya' callin' me Bloom fer'?" The younger one interupted, "You know my name's Abby."

"Dammit, Abbs what if someones keepin' an eye on you!?" Applejack snapped in reply.

"Ah, kill 'em an' leave their body in the dessert, for vultures ta' eat on,"  Abby replied leaving a heavy trace of sarcasm.

"Yeah, cool. Anyway Ah'm in a bit of a fix," AJ coughed, "Ah, hate ta' ask this, but can you and the girls help me out?"

"What kind of fix?"

"I'm stranded on an old desert road fix."

"Ah, c'mon, walk far enough, an you'll get somewhere eventually!"

"Think 'bout where you'd be if Ah, treated you like that Abbs."

"But, we're doin, a job!" The other protested.

"Oh, so work before family is it?" AJ retorted

"Fine. Where are you?" She submitted

"Heading, err, uh North. North on the I-40, South of Rottaler."

"Kay, Ah'm lil' ways south. We'll pick you up, jus' don' be a bitch."

"Ah, aint a bitch, sis," she closed her phone,stood, and headed south along, the long stretch of asphalt.

       When Rarity, finally woke up two things were very apparent. One: either she had wet herself, or someone else had pissed in this cramped space. And two: Who ever is singing Marty Robbins-Big Iron, should have their vocal cords removed. Then the fear of reality stabbed her like blade. She was in the trunk of a car, in a desert, headed for God knows where. She began to feel around. Maybe there was an emergency release on the trunk. Of course there wasn't her sister was always professional. Next the hopelessness of reality stabbed her harder than the fear did. She lie there trying to count the voices she heard.

Rarity had only counted three people when her sister had shot that poor girl in the head, but four now. Had she missed one? Had they picked someone up? The later seemed much more likely. Rarity always had a discerning eye. She hardly missed anything. Why the hell would they pick someone up when they've kidnapped a woman? Now there were two problems running about in her head. Trust her sister, or start screaming for help. Yes her sister loved her, that she did not doubt. But greed ran strongly in her family, and her sister was being paid by an absolute psychopath. No, she would have to trust her. Screaming could get both Rarity, and this fourth person killed.

What felt like hours crept by. The trunk began to get warmer now. maybe it was daylight outside. No matter. Rarity's mind was thinking of less direct problems. Such as the woman, she had paid no small amount of money (and to an uncouth brute for that matter) to have abducted. Was she okay? She certainly wished her no harm. At least not until what she was needed for, was finished.

The hours kept creeping by slowly. Unbearably slowly. If that weren't bad enough, the heat in the trunk had began rising, with every moment spent in the trunk. First it only added to the discomfort of having less room, to move than your body height. Then it became the discomfort. Not only that but the stench of urine was making its self very known thanks to the heat. In short, there was an assault on Rarity's senses. An assault that she crumbled against. Her sister was going to get quite a tongue lashing when she finally got out of this thing.

Like a God send, the car came to a rolling halt. A moment passed and the doors opened. Footsteps were approaching. They couldn't get to the trunk fast enough, Rarity was practically pushing herself against the trunk hatch. Keys jingled, and found their way into the trunks locking mechanism. Rarity couldn't hold back her rage anymore. She finally let it slip

"For the love of all things in the land of Equestria, open the Goddamn trunk!"

It, opened. Rarity sat up gasping for air, before falling out blinded by the light. The four figures gathered round her, some covering their noses at the stink of heated piss. One instant Rarity was cursing herself for looking like such a full, in the dirt. The next she was standing, her finger inches from her sister's face, ready to release all of her anger.

"Do, you know, what it's like to spend hours in a trunk that, feels like an oven filled with urine!?" She asked Shamaya redundantly, all staring at her.

"Uhh n-" Shamaya tried to reply.

"Of course you don't! Well, let me tell you, young lady, It is the most vile thing! I would not wish it upon my nemisys!" Rarity hissed, hardly maintaining her composure.

"But-"

"No buts! How would you like it if I slapped the sense out of you and locked you in a moving, metal box, headed somewhere you have no idea, as to where it is! Why I-I should-" Applejack grabbed Rarity by the shoulder and pulled the woman to face her. At first Rarity was surprised to see the same brute she had hired to kidnap Twilight. Then she was surprised to see that brutes fist headed for her face. Then she was out cold, again.

All of the women in suits, stared expressionless at AJ. This lasted a fair minute, until AJ's little sister spoke up, "I said, don' be a bitch, Apple!"

"Ah, aint! She was bein' a bitch an' I punched her!" Applejack defended.

"Ergo, you were both being bitches," Shamaya interrupted, annoyed someone else had hit her sister.

"Ah'll knock you down too, if you don't shut up!" Applejack, yelled in reply.

"Oh, assault the woman with a gun, please explain your perplexing logic," Shamaya  replied with apparent sarcasm. Applejack, never one to lie, took one step forward, readying her fist. The third, dark skinned woman, leaning against the car, called out, "Twenty bucks on AJ!" Though before anything exciting happened Applejack's little sister, stepped to the plate, holding her back.

"Lemme' go Abby, Ah aint afraid to hit you either!" Applejack said, pushing against her kin.

"Yeah, Abbs, let her hit me. It's alright, I gotta' gun," Shamaya said, patting her jacket breast,"and a knife, I might add."

"What ever," Abby said finally letting go of Applejack. AJ was like a spring loaded machine. As soon as she was released, it seemed she had punched her target right in the mouth.

Shamaya and AJ both fell to the ground, struggling for the control AJ had a much tighter grip on, than the other.

"C'mon AJ," the dull purple haired woman yelled.

"Oh, cut it out Sandy," Abby drawled.

Shamaya, in some stroke of luck, got her foot pressed against AJ's chest. With one push, she able to pry her off. Applejack fell to her bottom, but was back on her feet in flash. When she locked eyes with the other woman again, she had withdrawn a switchblade, from her jacket. "Guess ya' wern't kiddin," Applejack muttered, pulling out her own wicked knife. Shamaya glanced at it, then struck. AJ caught her by the wrist, and with a devious smile tried slamming her blade into the other. But deja vu had struck instead, as Shamaya had caught Applejack by the wrist too. The struggle was on again, and just like last time Applejack was winning.

Abby, and Sandy stood by, giving protest, in Abbys case, and encouragement, in Sandy's." Stop fightin' already," Abigail would scream, in which Sandy, now at her side, would add, "Unless you're AJ cuz' I've got money on you!" But to the women fighting, there was only the grunts of the struggle, between the two. To a reasonable person it would seem as though it were an impasse. But killers are seldom reasonable.

Applejack, kicked the side of Shamayas foot, sending them both to the ground again. She raised her dagger high into the air. Just as she was about to send into Shamayas face when a sixth voice was heard, off from the large wooden house that sat at the base of the cliff.

"Abby! Joyce! Aint it nice of ya'll to come! Ya should a' called!"

A few glances met AJ before, all turned to see, a handsome young man, strut out to meet the group.  The man wore a pink button up shirt, and white pants, that favored him, oh so well. He stopped before Applejack, and Shamaya, as they both stared up at him. He placed a hand on AJ's shoulder, "Now, Joyce get off that girl an' give yer' cousin a hug," he said, chipper, and oblivious to the conflict between the two.

"Err, okay Bryce," she stood letting Shamaya go, "uh, well okay," she put her arms out indicating she was ready for the uncomfortable embrace. The hug was warm for him, yet awkward for her. He turned on his heels to see AJ's redheaded sister, still standing next to Sandy.

"You aint gettin' away Abby, Come on, gimme a hug!" Bryce said. Abby complied.

"We missed ya' Bryce," she said a bit awkwardly.

"Well ya' should've missed me! It's been months since Ah last seen ya'll!"

He turned his attention to, the four other woman, three standing, one still on the ground, tipping his hat. "Now, ya'll pretty things must be Abigail's friends," he bowed, "Now, c'mon all a ya' lets get outa' this heat."  He turned back to face his house, some fifty feet in the distance. He began his strut back, stopping about ten feet away from them, before turning around. "Well, come on ya'll!" He hollered.

Sandy, and Abby flicked their eyes to Rarity, then in unison they both said, "Not it," before taking off to the house. After a brief argument over who was to drag Rarity inside, Shamaya, and Applejack followed, both carrying her. When they were all inside Bryce spoke up again. "Now, then," he rubbed his hands together, "Ya'll can put yer' friend down, on the couch. Ah'm gon' get us somethin' ta' drink." Shamaya and Applejack dropped Rarity on the sofa. Rarity's sister, wiped sweat from her for-head, and put her sunglasses in her jacket. AJ plopped down on the love seat next to Sandy. "So, Joyce?" Shamaya said looking in AJ direction.  The only reply, was Applejack's middle finger being put on display for her.

Bryce, appeared yet again, still as cheery as ever. With him he brought a bottle of applejack, and several glasses. "Where's abby?" he asked. "Said something about pissing," Sandy replied. Bryce nodded, sitting down in the chair, across from the two-seater. "Well, she ain much of a drinker any how," He broke the silence, pouring four glasses of booze. He put the bottle down, on the table, then slid two of the glasses across to the two women. He then handed one to the standing Shamaya, who took it while leaning on the couch where her, sister lay. When his attention was back to the girls in front of him, he heard a startling roar. The sound of a glass sliding back in his direction. It stopped, inches from the tables edge. He looked back to AJ. "Well don' stare, fill it up," She says, almost sternly.

Rarity woke again around noon, not causing a stir. This time three, not two, but three, things made themselves apparent. One: She had a splitting head-ache. Two:She was in a house, with four, maybe five killers. And three: her hair, must be an absolute wreck, beyond comprehension.

For nearly an hour, all Rainbow Dash and Twilight Sparkle heard was the fuzzy static, that held itself firmly around the music they had decided on. Twilight sat on the carpeted floor in the back. Occasionally Twilight would pick through the clutter in search of something to cover her bare legs, finding only guns, and blades that found themselves almost everywhere in the dark inside, of the van.

"Could you have at least got me a pair of socks, Dash?" Twi asked. Rainbow Dash looked down at her phone, grunting, before replying, "No. Oh and ,uh, we're here  so, yeah."

"Good I guess. Who are you texting? Spike?"

"Yeppers. His little ass better be up, and ready," Dash said, only hinting at humor.

"Yeah well, he likes to sleep."

Rainbow Dash didn't directly respond, she simply turned to meet eyes with the woman in the back of the vehicle. She, gave a sincere look as if to say, "Really?" Twilight smiled and shrugged.

For the next few minutes the radio, was the only noise, again. They, at last, parked in front of Spike decreped, humble, home. "Should I honk?" Rainbow asked. Twilight looked at her, "Mother of Celestia no! Just call him. Besides you've been texting him, have you not?"

"Yeah, but he didn't respond to any of 'em."

"Well, call him."

"Well, fine then," Dash pulled her phone, out from her worn, black cargo pants, selected 'squirt' from her, contact list and waited impatiently for Spike to answer.

Spike woke abruptly (though waking up, at all is abrupt to him) to his phone, ringing. He looked at the screen, looking for the name, of who would dare wake the slumbering Spike. He found the name of the perpetrator, R.D. Of course the only other person who slept nearly as much as Spike would be waking him up in the middle of the night. He answered with the same amount of hospitality as he saw in destroying his, ever so divine nap. "Yeah what the hell do you want?"

"For you to, take a bunch of clothes, put 'em in a sack or some shit, and meet me in the van across the street. Oh, and bring that pistol I gave you last month we, might need it."

"Dash is this another one of your cruel jokes?"

"No, this is serious, We're fuckin' off."

"Why the hell are we doing that?"

"Because, if we don't It's likely that one, very psychopathic mother fucker, will cut us all in to lil' bits and scatter us about the desert. In short we like you, but we don't need you."

"What, about my parents?" Spike asked, faltering on the last word.

"Piss on 'em," Dash said a matter of factly.

"I'm guessing we aren't coming back then," Spike said catching on.

"Nope."

"Not ever?"

"Never."

"Good. I'll be out in a few minutes, just hold on."

"Just hurry." Rainbow Dash hung up. Spike looked briefly at the phone Twilight had bought him, before pressing 'end call' on the screen. For a moment he sat on his bed thinking. After that he stood, as it was time to follow through with what Dash had ordered of him. It would seem as if he was escaping from this horrible little town a year before expected. He, dressed himself then, filled his old, green duffle bag full of clothes from his closet, then with socks from his sock drawer (along with the Vis type pistol, and a fashion magazine sporting a scantly clad Rarity Basile on the front)

The young man then, carefully, opened the door separating his room from the hallway. He carefully made his way through it, then down the stair case. A stir was not heard all through out the house. He crept even more, carefully to the kitchen. More specifically the two bottles of absinthe on the cluttered table. He slipped one into his bag. The other, he uncapped. Picking it up with one hand, and withdrawing a box of matches from the other he, made his way to his parents bedroom door, located near the bottom step of the staircase.

Slowly, so as not to cause noise, he poured the green liquid under just before the door. Joyfully he snaked his way through the living room to the front door. He unlocked, and opened it, leaving it ajar, cold night air momentarily gracing him. Quickly, he crept back to the puddle of liquor on the wooden floor. He lit a match. With a gleeful grin flashing from the only light sources constant flickering Spike, tossed the blazing twig into the small pool. Spike stepped back as the flame grew, soon to consume the door that lay inches away. He grabbed one strap of his bag, to keep it still, and made for the door. His smile only grew as he heard his parents yelling. Soon that yelling would morph into the screams of agony, brought on by the flame. So much time fantasizing about this, and now it's happening. He left the house, cold night air accepting him in its embrace.

Rainbow Dash, and Twilight Sparkle, sat in the van, right where Rainbow said they would, eyes glued to the front door of Spikes home. "C'mon Spike we don't have all day," Dash complained. Twilight, being in the back, could not see anything. It didn't matter though. Unlike Rainbow Dash patience was a one of Twilights remaining virtues. "Oh! Door just moved! Is he- No, dammit he isn't." Rainbow Dash, was growing more agitated by the minute. Spike had better hurry up. Rainbow, sank back into her seat, trying to keep her mind from wandering. When her mind wandered she remembered, when she remembered she thought of her lover. Her 'best friend' as she would've described to her father. Dash, had to live knowing she had ran off, because of her own faults. Had to live knowing, she had ran off one of the only person she ever had any positive emotions for.

The relative silence in the night was destroyed with the yelling of two individuals. The screams were coming from Spikes home. Both women in the car were now roused. Dash, turned in her seat and saw a jubilant Spike racing to the vehicle, duffle bag over his left shoulder. "Shit, um- shit, he's coming," Dash spouted clumsily, leaning over to open the passenger side door, looking back for a moment. Twilight glanced at Dash, "That's grand," she moved directly behind the two seats, just as Spike quickly pulled the door open and entered. The females, both looked at him drawing a "What? I thought we were leaving," from his mouth, his smile just now fading.

Rainbow Dash, shrugged and put the van into drive. "What was that yelling all about Spike?" Twilight asked, the automobile beginning to move. Spike grinned a moment more, flashing his white teeth. "Arson."