Beaten in the Twilight

"No, Don't!" you screamed at the top of your lungs, but it was to late, a sharp crack peirced through the air like it was nothing but paper causing your whole body to flinch as the now lifeless body of your sister slumped to the floor. She was dead, at the hands of your own Mother. Not knowing what to do and filled with unbelievable pain and rage you grabbed a knife hidden under your left wing and ran towards your monster of a mother as fast as you can go, when you reach your target you jump high in the air and land hardly on her head, causing her to slump lifelessly down to the ground with a resounding thud. You should have stopped there, but your sister meant the world to you. She was always there for you, always. So, without thinking, you drive the twelve inch blade deep into her skull enjoying the now permanent look of shock on her face as she finally gets what she deserved.

Your Mother was a horrible person, always pushing you and your sister to do painful, unspeakable, deeds to each other (not sexual things at least, both you and your sister were still virgin, somehow), and never giving you a break from her relentless torturing and abuse. The complete opposite of your sister.

Felling satisfied in a strange way, you get off your mother and run over to your sister, now in a pool of her own blood. You carefully dragged your dead sister out of her blood, held her in your front hooves and began to cry, hard.

Your sister was perfect, in every way, she was a pegasus like yourself, but she was taller (by about a foot), and had beautiful hazy blue eyes which always seemed to sooth even your parents rage from time to time. Her coat was a golden shade of yellow with a small black pattern on her flank in the shape of a skull which hid her cutie mark (which was a shimmering blue heart that represented her ability to calm even the fiercest rage if you recall correctly). Her mane was candy cane red with golden yellow highlights, while her tail was a slightly darker candy cane red with a small chunk at the end of her tail that was pitch black. She was always kind to you, no matter what. Even when your mother made her whip your wings to the point where they would bleed, she would run over to you the minute your mother left and cry on your shoulder begging you to forgive her for what she had done to you. You were also really fond of your sister because she and you had to share a one pony bed growing up, normally one of you would sleep on the floor (almost always your sister, she insisted), but in the winter months, or when you had a nightmare she would wrap you in her wings and preen your wings and coat until you fell back to a comfortable sleep that wasn't full of nightmares, then she would stay the night in bed. She was like a mother, the best mother in the world, and you didn't know what you would be like without her.

Then suddenly you felt something hard connect with the side of your head. You had been so busy mourning, you had failed to notice the dark figure approaching. You felt dizzy, and your head hit the ground with a hard

THUD!

You wake up with a large amount of pain on the right side of your head, and you realize that it had been a nightmare. A nightmare that was all too accurate to your actual past, leaving you cold and sweaty. You cautiously hold a hoof top your head and feel a sharp pain, causing you to pull your hoof away revealing a nasty blood pattern on your hoof, you quickly reach into your bag, pulling out a large stained cloth and place it on the side of your head. It was then that you realized that the spell that had been hiding the crystal on your forehead had ceased to work, most likely because that spell required a lot of energy. Something that you didn’t have enough of right now to hide your crystal, your wings on the other hand did disappear when you cast the spell. Personally I prefer hiding the crystal, but this will have to do for now, I'll just move my forelock so it covers it. You did have peice of jewelery that made the crystal look like it was decorative, but sadly you didn't have it with you at the moment. Sighing and fiddling with your forelock, you look around your small box car and quickly find what you hit your head on, a large, thin piece of metal that holds up your seat on the train. Feeling a bit light headed, you peer out the window of the train car to view your destination rapidly approaching, Las Pegasus.

One of the most dangerous and advanced cities in all of Equestria. Las Pegasus was known for its long history of violence, gangs, prostitution and torture rings. Torture rings fit their name to a T. If you were unlucky enough to get caught in one, you would experience some of the most intense torture in any way, shape or form imaginable. Most of these horrible organizations were run by some of the meanest ponies you could imagine, while others were just trying to make a good sum of cash. For you, your father was the owner of the most dangerous torture ring in the world, The Anti-Marks, and you are the Ringleader. The Ringleader, is the second highest member of a Torture ring, his or her job is top walk around the inside of the ring and torture the ponies in it. You hated to do this, but you had to because if you didn't, you would be the one being tortured.

The reason behind this trip to the horrible city, your father got in trouble with the National Guard when he kidnapped one of their best soldiers. What was his name again, Glistening armor or something like that, you weren't too sure, but god was he a pain in ass to tie up. You had been moving around a lot because of the National Guard, your dad was 3rd on the most wanted list, and you were 8th! None of this has anything to do with the trip though, the reason you hadn't moved with him is that he sent you to Fillydelphia for some "special training".

Your life is actually pretty boring aside from the occasional thrill of being hunted down by somepony who wanted to try to get back at you for hurting somepony that they knew, or the guard. You'd think this would be fun, and at first, it kinda is, but then it loses the enjoyment after they start to break down in tears. Don't take this the wrong way, you still hated it.

"On the plus side, at least I look pretty good in a tight, leather outfit and I'm in excellent shape to boot. Nopony is better with hoof weapons than me, but I take particular pride in my whipping skills, and the fact that I can perfectly balance myself on my hindlegs so I can walk, run, and even use my front hoofs to hold, throw or whip things with perfect accuracy." You always thought about this just before you went into the ring for a show to try to distract yourself from whatever horrible thing you were doing to somepony, but it never worked. Every performance was the same, you ended up getting sent backstage halfway through the performance and you father took you place.

"I wish I didn't have this stupid gem." you said to yourself, then you thought about what was wrong with it. Nothing came to mind, you have a huge magical font, can fly (you are pegasus after all), and you can use  magic. "Actually, I'm glad that I have this thing, I'm not glad about what I do for a living." you decided this just as the train to pull into the station.

You put on your saddlebag and various holsters and left the train. As you left the station you heard somepony call out your name, by pure instinct and personal experience you whipped yourself around to confront the source of the sound, your hoof just inches away from the concealed throwing knife under your right wing. You grabbed the knife (god knows how), then you froze dead, because the voice that had spoken your name belonged to...

End of chapter 1