The Chronicles of Blood Beat.

Tyrant paced back and forth across the dark marble floor. "Damn! How much longer till they find the miserable brat?!" He bellowed, cutting through silence of his chambers. His terrified minions kept silent, pressed against the whall shivering in fear. "Well?!" He questioned, his eyes burning like miniature explosions. Finally, one of his braver demons stepped forward, and managed to say,"W-well lord, all of the towns you've had us search so far have turned up nothing of the child." Tyrant responded with a roar, "This is the year he is to be born! If we do not find him now, then we are giving him a chance to fulfill his destiny!" The poor creature before him nearly fainted at this point. "Well, lord Tyrant, there is  one more place that could fit the description..." he suggested. "What? Where is this place?" The demonic alicorn demanded, interested at this new development. "P-Ponyville sir!"

"Bah! We can not mess with that place. Too dangerous!" Tyrant replied bitterly. "The legend indeed says that the hero will be of birth from the most unexpected place, but destroying Ponyville would not be a wise idea. I know that my sister has hidden the Elements of Harmony there somewhere. I can not risk her knowing of my plans. Time is running out, I suppose I will simply have to deal with this problem when it arises. This is the only available course of action at the moment." He said, walking to the large window at the far end of the room, looking upon his dark kingdom. "Hero of Equestria. I WILL destroy you. I can not let you interfere. Soon all shall bow before the mighty Tyrant!" He laughed.

                                                                                      -20 years later-

Somewhere in the streets of manhattan, a hooded stallion stood under a street light, the rumble of a train passing over the tracks above him cutting through the quiet night. He stood looking out at the club across the street, it's bright neon lights illuminating the red brick building effectively enough so that he could see the long, crowded line leading off for what seemed like several blocks. He began crossing the street, headed straight for the entrance. The bouncer at the door noticed this and stepped in his way right as he got to the door. "And where do you think you're going?" Asked the burly stallion blocking his path?" The figure trying to enter responded,"I'm just trying to get into this damn club, that's all." The much bigger pony looked down at him with a smirk, "And so you'll be going to the back of the line now. Unless of course you think you're too good for that?" Recieving nothing but a silent stare, he went on with his mocking, "Let's see, what's your name kid?"

"Blood Beat." The pony said, pulling back his hood to reveal a dark red coat, and black mane with neon red streaks. "Well sorry, that doesn't ring any bells chump. Now get your ass to the back of the line, before I feel the need to escort you from the premises." He said with a smirl, cracking his neck. Blood Beat was becoming impatient by now. In one quick movement, he raised his front right hoof, and slammed it into the bouncer's nose, resulting in a resounding crack, and a splash of blood across his hoof. The people at the front of the crowd screamed, attracting a fair amount of interest from those farther back, poking their heads up in an attempt to see the cause of all the commotion. Blood picked up the gaurds pen and wrote a giant "Fuck You" Across the front of his stupid list. He spat the pen back into the gaurds face and walked inside.