Broken Wings & Busted Horns

by Capwn

Rating: mature
Tags: Tragedy, Twilight Sparkle, Big Macintosh, Dark, Applejack, Gore, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Spike, Rainbow Dash, Cutie Mark Crusaders, Rarity, Adventure, Pinkie Pie
Length: 1147

In a Dystopian future the sprawling metropolis of Ponyville is ruled by gangs. Will it end here? Or will one stallion be left to die in the

20 years have passed since the events of Luna's return and the Equestrian Bureau of Investigation has been fighting a losing battle against three gangs that have taken control of Ponyville.They've sent in Oakheart, a retired baseball player and one of their undercover operatives to infiltrate the gangs, figure out how they work and how to bring them down. The hard part? Gaining their trust and keeping in a metropolis filled with lies, deception, and cold blooded murder. How did this all start and how will it end? It's up to Oakheart to figure it out.

Published 2012-01-06 17:58:53 UTC
Last updated 2012-01-06 17:58:53 UTC

Chapter 1

Broken Wings and Busted Horns
By: Capwn

Disclaimer: I don’t own My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic or any of the characters….I do own the plot though…

Chapter 1: Class Act

Riotous voices blew through the crowded streets of Ponyville, these days it was a usual occurrence; a gang fight happened, somepony died, ponies gathered around and jabbered about it. This was no exception.

A young mare, approximately 23 years of age, lay strewn in front of one of the many high class hotels in the now sprawling metropolis. The body was laying on it’s back beneath the glorious pure oak arches of the Fairchild Hotel. Her horn was broken off, her neck was visibly snapped and her cutie mark was torn off. This was a warning. From who could be speculated widely. It could’ve been from the group of pegasi known as The Dashers, or it could be from the earth ponies known as The Stompers. To who the warning was for was obvious, The Queens.

The Queens ran most of the prestigious establishments in Ponyville. So any hotels, dress shops, or fancy restaurants in Ponyville were ran by The Queens. They were by far the most powerful gang in Ponyville, perhaps even Equestria.

The gang violence had escalated exponentially in the past few months. No pony quite knew why, but one of them in the crowd of bystanders was going to find out. He’d been commissioned by the Equestrian Bureau of Investigation to look into the gang violence.

The stallion stood behind a short blue mare, he towered above most other ponies. His Cherry wood colored hide and dark brown mane made him nearly blend into the crowd. If ponies looked close enough, they might recognize him as Oakheart, a former member of the Unicorn Baseball League. But he was washed out, he hadn’t played the game in years. In his spare time he enrolled with the EBI and became an undercover operative. He was ordered to do anything to get close to The Queen’s leader.

His first thing was to analyze the scene, the young mare’s horn was broken off, her cutie mark gone and hoof marks on her flanks and neck. The horn breaking, that was reminiscent of all of the gang violence towards the Queens. The cutie mark removal was too, it was to desecrate the victim, remove their identity. But the hoof marks were the pinning evidence. It was the Stompers. The Dashers usually dropped their victims from heights, the Stompers well…stomped their victims to death.

The Stompers, while the smallest of the main three gangs, had a vendetta with the Queens. The Leader of the Stompers accused the head Queen of turning her sister against her. It was something that the fighting just never stopped revolving around.

Oakheart was about to go examine the corpse when the doors of The Fairchild opened and out stepped a white unicorn mare with a curly lavender and white mane. “Everypony take a big step back!” The crowd complied, all but Oakheart. That’s when another mare, this one a Pegasus, stepped from behind her, this one was a rust color with a purple mane.

“You got a problem hearin’ bud?” She stepped towards Oak, he clearly towered over her but she was bold enough to approach him.

“No.” His baritone voice seemed to rise above the rabble, even though he was just speaking. “I just wanted to examine her.” He nodded towards the fallen pony in front of the door.

“What are you a cop?” A third pony, this one yellow with red hair and a pink hat affixed to it stepped out of the doors. “We don’t care for cops here..”

The orange mare spread her wings and took an offensive stance. Oakheart wisely stepped back. “Just a concerned citizen.”

“Yeah? Well nopony likes a busybody, so just let us take care of this…” The unicorn snapped her hoof to the ground and the other two looked to her. “Take this one..” She nodded to the corpse. “To Rarity. She needs to see this.” The ponies complies and dragged the ponies inside. She then stepped forward, her shimmering blue eyes fixed on Oak. ‘You should go to the Dragos…they could use a big stallion like you.” Her words were a threat, mixed with a sultry undertone, it surprised the stallion but he didn’t show it. He only nodded.

As she turned and trotted back inside, swaying her hips a little, Oakheart thought. The Dragos were a group he hadn’t considered. The leased their forces out to the other gangs, sure they were promoting the violence but it was a viable way to enter one of the gangs. Some of the freelance soldiers were recruited into a gang, if he did this right, he would be with the Queens in no time.

Across town, The Dragos base of operations; formerly the Ponyville Library:

The former library resided in a tree, now dead from years of choking on industrial smog. It had been years since Twilight Sparkle had set hoof in it, this left it open for anyone to take over. In this case it was her former assistant, Spike.

He had grown since then, he was no longer the chubby little dragon he once was. He had grown, his body had lengthened and thinned out. He was more akin to a Komodo Dragon than an actual dragon. His green ridges on his back dug into the chair he was sitting in. He stared at line of ponies, each one wanted to be in his crew, but only a few could make it in. He had been doing this for six months now. He had grown tired of sitting around the library, bitter about his best friend abandoning him. He growled under his breath at the thought of the treacherous mare.

As he was about to shoot a blast of his emerald fire at an unworthy candidate the door to the now decrepit library slammed open. Spike raised his head and growled. “Who’s there?!” His serpent eyes hadn’t acclimated to light in a very long time, they couldn’t make out the pony who had just entered.

“What Spike..? Don’t recognize your old friends?” The voice was cold, dark and unfeeling. He could make out the silhouette now, it’s straight mane seemed familiar.

“Twilight..?” His voice regained a tinge of hopefulness. Then the pony stepped into the light.

Her straightened pink mane never seemed to move, even as she walked. Her pink fur looked dull and her once bright blue eyes had seemingly died out in a way nopony could have imagined.

“P-Pinkie..?” Spike sat there in pure disbelief, nopony had seen pony in a little over 13 years.

“I prefer Pinkemena..” the pink mare grinned darkly.

AN: It’s a little short, but I’m still getting the feel for it. READ AND REVIEW!