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// Intro 
// Story: Chaos Theory: Lone Wolf 
// by Littlepony115 
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Introduction


Her eyes snapped open, observing the room around her. It was the same, as ever. Shifting, she tried to move into a more comfortable position, but metal chains cut into her wrists. A sharp sound made her flinch as something opened beside her, and footsteps echoed through the small room. The room itself was bare and minimal. Grey and empty, more akin to a large closet, it held the bed she laid on and was lit by a single metal light that hung from the ceiling. Unfortunately, that was all she could see from the angle restricted by the restraints on her fur. She could flex her fingers but the amount of movement she could make with her limbs could barely be called possible, let alone loose.

 

The footsteps stopped beside her bed and she craned her neck attempting to catch a glimpse of who was there, perhaps they were the one that brought her here, perhaps they knew what was happening. She’d already ruled out any form of guard or royal as surely none would go to such lengths for a petty thief, after all the few people who knew of her exploits understood that a child had to eat somehow, and her mother certainly wasn’t providing, as was the nature of the Canterlot back streets. She doubted it would be a criminal either, none would care of her, she was little more than a street rat; new steps sounded from the same direction as the first had approached, followed by a strange rattling. She was glad for the idea of change, having lain here for what seemed to be hours upon hours she had grown sick of the silence, broken only by the buzzing of the cheap light that provided the rooms soft glow. However, the fear of harm was another key factor, what if they were here to hurt her? Kill her? No. They could’ve done that far simpler than with such an elaborate setup, she may be quick and unnoticeable, but she couldn’t defend against little more than the odd street urchin.

 

Soft words were being passed between two stallions beside her, or at least she assumed so. The voices were low enough. Soon one walked close and came into her view, a white-coated stallion with a seeming cream or blond mane and blue eyes, vaguely familiar but nothing came to mind in terms of name or position. He looked her down and she felt uncomfortable, it wasn’t the type of look that showed malice or even attraction but held more of something akin to looking through a shop window at a particularly desirable tool, weighing up the pros and cons of its usefulness.

 

“Yes, she has potential, a little on the thin side though. Where on Equus did you find such a thing?”

 

He had a refined but annoying accent, as though he had not a single problem in life.

 

“Her mother sir, she gave her in for some food and bits. Easy to do, knew her positions in the day, that sort of thing. Like shooting fish in a barrel really.”

 

Fury spread through her, and she tried pulling against her restraints with renewed vigour. These ponies acted like they owned her, how could her own mother, someone she assumed just didn’t care, give her away? It quickly became clear that she was making no difference to the straps and chains, maybe if she just explained to them that she had nothing to give to them and was worthless, they would let her go? Surely. What could they do with such a small pegasus anyway? The stallion she hadn’t seen yet began writing something down and the rattling of the cart started again, this time arriving to her right. Things were being moved from the cart to… Something. A table most likely. 

 

Depression filled her heart, was she going to die? Was this some sort of enjoyable activity for these bastards? Well if she was going to die then there was little she could do about it. Too bad, she had just landed a job to lift a necklace that she was sure would’ve fed her for a month. She closed her eyes and cursed through the material in her mouth, if only she had walked a different way. If only. A pain shot through her arm as something pierced her skin, her eyes flashed open again and her pupils constricted, some fluid was being injected into her forearm. Blackness ebbed into her vision and her eyes began to close, the last thing she heard was the sound of metal on metal, presumably from some tool beside her.