Got to get away! Got to get away!

The young, purple dragon ran as fast as he could, but he knew he'd never outrun his pursuers. He could still smell the burning scent of freshly used gunpowder. The woods seemed to go on forever, as if he were simply running in circles through the Everfree. He heard a bang, and something metal flew past his head. He turned and noticed the two large men in red jackets were still following him.

"Yeah, keep running, kid! All those little feet will do is delay us from catching your ass!", one of the dragons shouted.

The boy kept running, he was determined to outrun the two that were still chasing him. As he hopped over a rock, he noticed that his pursuers were falling behind. He sighed in relief, his first good luck all night. Then, he ran into something hard. He blacked out for a bit, but when he did come to, he noticed not two, but three dragons standing above him, the two that'd been chasing him, and a new one.

They were talking about something and hadn't noticed him yet, so he listened to them.

"Man, did you see me nail the dad! I kick down the door, yell 'lights out, fucktard,' and gun his pale ass into the ground with my AK!"

"You're full of it, Brutus here was the one kicked the door down and killed the guy. You just yelled that out." They continued to argue for about what seemed an hour until they noticed the boy staring at them.

"What'd ya think we should do with him?", the one on the right asked.

His partner smiled, "Well of course we're going to kill him, but why don't we have a little fun with him?" He gripped the green, mohawk-like scales on the boy's head, causing him to shriek. "Let's rape him!" The boy froze in fear, he just said that, right?

Brutus shook his head and turned away. The other thug simply spat in disgust, "You have a sick mind, Aleek."

Aleek sneered at him, "Fuck you, Grinder."

Aleek turned his attention to the boy. "Well, you're a quiet one, aren't you? Don't worry, you'll be joining your family in Hell soon."

Aleek started laughing. The boy began to squirm, hoping to break free from his hold, when he felt the cold barrel of a gun to the back of his head. "Now there'll be none of that, boy. Now, hold still, I want to really enjoy this mo-", the boy didn't even hear the bang.

A flow of crimson exploded from Aleek's skull. His eyes were wide but lifeless. The boy felt the grip on him loosen, and he fell to the ground with a thud. Brutus and Grinder stood a few yards away, both donning AK-47s. They were looking at something to the boy's left, he looked that way too and was shocked to see what was there.

It was a dragon. His scales black as night, with a large trench coat that matched that color. The only thing you see in the figure was his snowflake blue eyes, which glowed under the full moon of midnight. He held in his hands a large, silver pistol, which read on its side "Painful Night." The barrel of the pistol smoked like it had just been fired. The figure did not look happy.

"Let the boy go, before I split more heads.", the figure demanded in a loud, confident voice. Brutus and Grinder raised their guns to the figure.

"Who the hell are you?", asked Grinder. The figure responded by pointing his pistol at Brutus and pulling the trigger. Brutus's waist bursted in a large mixture of fire and gore, the huge dragon stood for three seconds, until collapsing and allowing the blood to spew from his body.

Grinder stood with his mouth a gape, then heard the black dragon speak again. "Negro garra. Now let me repeat myself, let the boy go or I'll send you to Hell."

Grinder hesitated, but thought twice and threw his gun to the ground. Then, he went running in the other direction.

"An old man once told me, before he got bucked, that 'you can run and hide, but you're completely fucked!'", said the figure. He turned to the boy, who had been watching wide-eyed the whole time.

"How did you make him explode?", the boy asked.

"Dragon's Breath rounds. They have fuel in their heads, so when they hit a target, they explode." The figure dropped a magazine out of his gun, then slapped a fresh one in.

"Kid, where are your parents?", the figure asked as he put his gun up.

"Dead.", the boy said with a hint of sadness.

"Is all of your family dead?"

The boy nodded. The figure stood for a while, as if he were thinking, then he spoke. "What's your name, boy?"

The boy gulped, "Spike."

The figure smiled. "Spike, huh?", he extended a hand. "I'm Shadow."

Spike shook his hand. Shadow looked at the shredded corpses of Aleek and Brutus, then back to Spike. "Say, Spike. What if I were to tell you that you could be part of my family? I could be the great uncle or someone like that. We would travel all across Equestria! What do you say?", he extended his hand again.

Spike thought for a second, could he? But, then he remembered his family was dead, his home destroyed and wrecked. So, he took Shadow's hand. "I promise, Spike, you will not lose this family. Now, lets see what we can do with those bodies, shall we?"

Author's Note

Well, there it is, the prologue.

Just one thing I need to clear up: all pony related characters are human in this story. Dragons(ex: Spike and Shadow), are humanoid reptiles.

See ya next time.