Twilight gripped the screw driver in her mouth, her magic keeping the small device still. She stood in her basement, cleared for space, and worktables sprawled with materials and tools lay about. A pile of pillows and boxes lay in a separate corner, some with crudely drawn faces, and others ripped apart by brute force.
“There!” Twilight held up the new device. It looked like a gun, but the barrel held a large three pronged hook out of the end. She aimed, and pulled the trigger with her magic, as the door above swung open. Spike hollered, as the hook embedded itself into the newly opened door. Twilight gave as silent cheer as she set down the gun.
“Twilight, you’ve been down here for four days! I’ve done my best to ignore the sounds of explosions, but now, I ask. What in the name of Celestia are you doing! You nearly took my head off!” Spike hollered. He stomped down the stairs, and set down the platter of food on the greasy table.
“Sorry Spike, just something I’ve been trying out.” Twilight said.
“Right, well... I’m just going to go now.”
“Wait! You said it’s been four days? What time is it?”
“About noon.”
“Good, I have enough time...”
“To be honest, I don't even want to know.”
. . .
Mare Do Well stood at the top of Canterlot Castle, the entire city sprawled out before her. She spread her wings, and leaped. The rush of wind whipped about, as she raced through the small streets, and flew above the rooftops. She dropped, and rolled on the roof with her momentum. She looked up, K stood there, applauding.
“Wonderful act, my dear. Glad you got my note.”
“You, I remember now! You were at the bar! I remember your voice.”
“Yes, How lucky I was to ‘bump’ into you. Well, I wanted a little chat is all.”
Mare do Well stared questioningly. K shrugged innocently.
“I’ll be straight. This town is a nightmare. The slums are overridden with the innocent, and the castle houses the evil. But that’s more of a personal view. You are a hero, somepony to look up to. But there’s blood on your hooves, and the police want your head. So let’s change that. You need to be a hero! Do some heroic things!” K said with a flourish.
“I was thinking the same thing. Now, I suppose I should start small, mess up a few local gangs or drug dealers. Just some local thugs.” Mare Do Well suggested.
“Ha! Please. What’s the fun in that? Besides, It would take too long. I have a better idea. Tell me, Do you like music?”
. . .
The duo stood on a rooftop, overlooking most of Canterlot.
“It’s nice up here, you can see the whole city!” Mare Do Well complemented.
“A more perfect stage could not be asked for. You see those buildings over there? That is the house of the royal guards. The Captain of the guard lives there, along with more than half of the actual royal guard. You see, the Captain enjoys many splendors that would come with such a fine job, manly women. He enjoys them so much you see, that he is willing to... Have his way, even through kidnap and rape! Willing guard members go along with it in hopes of a raise, while those who reject are threatened with their lives. When the real villains are the heroes, who can you trust, really? So I did a little snooping, took some photos, Etcetera. And now we are going to have a little show.” K wiped a small conductor’s baton from his belt, waving it about. Bells in the distance began to ring midnight.
“Look, your princess has even had a statue of herself newly installed on the top of the building. I'm willing to bet that's real gold. Oh well, on the the Overture!” K tapped the baton on a nearby pipe, waving it about, conducting invisible instruments.
“Ah yes, the strings... and now the brass! Listen carefully, can you hear it?” K asked, waving his baton.
“I don’t hear an... Wait. Music!?” Mare Do Well raced to the balcony ledge, looking down. The speakers that usually blared messages of warning now spilled out music. Beautiful, orchestral music. Ponies began to flood the streets, leaving the comforts of their homes to find the cause of the music.
“How did you do that?” Mare Do Well demanded.
“Wait! Here comes the crescendo!” K pushed the baton towards the guard building, as the music cascaded into a symphony of sound. The building exploded, a fireball of crimson and orange. The statue of Celestia was blown to bits, flying off into the distance. Fireworks went off with the building, as K laughed maniacally. Mare Do Well gasped, staring in awe.
“Yes! Yes! Beautiful is it not!? Hahahahaha!” K continued to laugh.
“This is crazy! Enough madness, I'm turning you in! You're just a crazy man!”
“Enough madness? Enough? And how do you measure madness?” Twilight turned to him, trying to grab him.
“You gotta catch me first!” K began to run, hopping over pipes and gaps in the roof tops. Twilight sprinted after him, sliding and jumping to catch up. She avoided tossed debris, as K leaped down. Twilight slipped, gripping the building ledge. She dropped down, pushing through the crowds of horrified onlookers to the recent explosions. She leapt up, flying through the air. She saw him climbing the steps to the local post office. She dashed ahead, and tackled him. The two struggled, pushing and kicking at each other. Twilight pulled the gun from her belt, an idea forming. She shot at one of the flagpoles, and tied the other end to the kicking foot of K. She released the trigger, the pull of momentum enough to send him flying. He hung by one leg, dangling upside down. He continued to laugh. Guards rushed up, spears banished, followed by a crowd of people.
“Guards, this is the Colt you are looking for, the one who blew up the Guard buildings. I, have captured him. Mare Do Well!” She hollered triumphantly. The crowds cheered and chanted her name.
“Mare Do Well! Mare Do Well!” She gave a small bow, grabbing her hat off the ground, pulling it on with a tug. Several guards raced up the steps, surrounding K.
“Finally caught you, crazy idiot.”
“Haha, good show boys!” K hollered. A sudden crack filled the air, as K suddenly disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
“Well, you nearly got me this time, perhaps next we meet, my dear?” K hollered from above, standing on the ornate fountain of a pony spitting water upwards. Another crack, and he stood on a nearby building. He saluted and raced off into the darkness. The crowds continued to chant her name. Several guards gave their thanks, informing her of her heroics. She gave a bow, taking her hat and presenting it, then plopped it on her head, and flew off, a trail of darkness following her. She landed on a rooftop, and saluted the cheering crowd. She turned her back to them, her face beaming, under the dark mask she wore.