Twilight held up the local newspaper, The Foal Free Press. The front page was adorned with an image of Mare Do Well, saluting to the night sky. In bold print, the title read: ‘Mare Do Well! Hero of the night!’ Below that, a column on the escape villain.
“Can you beleive what makes it in the papers these days? Its tragic. Not a single column on the future of fedoras! What am i supposed to do about this next outfit i have to make?” Rarity whined, sitting next to Twilight in the local bakery: Sugar Cube Corner. Pinkie Pie approached, dropping a tray of steaming beverages on the table.
“I heard from a good source that THIS Mare Do Well fell from the sky riding a meteor, and has a ton of super powers that we haven't heard of yet, because they're too awesome to talk about!” She exclaimed.
“Pinkie Pie, that’s ridiculous. Though I heard, that it’s a colt from Stalliongrad.” Twilight remained silent, staring at the image.
“What about you Twilight? Heard any good rumors?” Pinkie asked.
“Oh I doubt it, she’s been locked up in her library all of the last two weeks.” Rarity commented. Twilight took a long sip from her hot drink.
“How funny would it be if Twilight was Mare Do Well?” Twilight spat her drink out, coughing.
“Sorry, just... Yeah, funny!” Twilight said, feigning a laugh.
“Right... Well I better get going then. Work to do and such.” Rarity said, wiping coffee from her face as she rose from the table.
“We all have work to do, don’t we?” Twilight asked, to the vacant chair across from her.
. . .
The mare quickly ran away from the thug, shoving the small bag of bits into his coat pocket. Another successful transaction. He laughed, how easy it was to make money in this town. A dark shadow swooped down from a rooftop, but he didn't notice. He greedily counted the coins, smiling madly. A sudden tap on his flank made him turn. A swift punch from Mare Do Well made him fall. Coins rained down, hitting the pavement with a cascade of metalic pings.
“All Right buddy, you’ve got ten seconds to tell me where you got the drugs you keep dishing out. ANd you don’t want to know what happens when I get to zero. Ten. Nine. Eight...” Mare Do Well began.
“I'm not afraid of you!”
“Funny, thats not what the last three colts said. Seven. Six. Five.”
“Last three? Oh crap! Alright look, I’ll tell you what you want to hear all right?” The colt asked, beginning to shake.
“Four. Three. Two.”
“Allright! 3rd Street. The drunken filly saloon! Just don’t hurt me!” The colt cried out, shielding his face with his hoofs.
“Good boy.” Mare Do Well growled.
“You're not going to hurt me?”
“Not if you start running now.” The colt did as suggested. All three drug dealers had pointed to the same place, though not as quickly as this one did. She lept to the roof top, sprinting forward, and leaping from rooftop to rooftop. It was a short trip, the Drunken Filly was lit up with dull neon signs. She pushed the double doors in, swinging on rusted hinges, with sharp squeeks.
“Were closed.” The bartender said without looking up, wiping the counter with an equally filthy rag with his unicorn magic.
“I'm not buying.” The bartender looked up, his eyes wide. He set down the rag, reaching under the table.
“And I said, were closed!” The bartender lifted a shotgun from beneath the bar, firing it. Mare Do Well wizzed sideways, faster than the speeding hale of pellets from the shell. She flipped a table with one swift movement, and ducked behind it, as another hail of shrapnel flew at her, with a loud bang. As the bartender reloaded franticly, she leaped over the table, racing towards the bar. The bartender gripped the barrel of the gun, swinging it like a bat. Mare Do Well grabbed it from mid air, wrenching it from his grasp, and throwing it aside. She grabbed him with her magic, hovering him in mid air, choking him.
“Where's the drug lab!?” She demanded. The bartender choked, sputtering out.
“Were!?” The bartender pointed with his hoof, his eyes rolling upwards, and face turning red. Mare Do Well dropped him, heading to the door he pointed out. He gratefully gasped in lungfuls of breath. Mare do Well kicked the door open, the air filling with smoke and the sound of machinery. Ponies in white suits and gas masks milled about, mixing tubes and pouring dangerous materials into buckets. Red barrels of gas lay mixed about, fueling the beaker flames that cooked their chemicals. A sudden shout from one of the ponies, brought the attention on her. She Raced forward, striking one of the workers down. Two unicorns raced at her, holding up broken pipes as weapons. They were quickly dispatched with a punch and kick. The air was thick with smoke and fumes, making the situation more stressful. Bullets ripped through the air, smashing into beakers and bottles as three workers armed themselves more appropriately. Mare Do Well ducked, bullets spraying over her.
“Come out little hero, I’ve got a little friend that would like to meet you!” One of the workers called out through the smoke.
“Meet this.” Mare Do Well jumped out through the smoke. She uppercutted the nearest worker, gripping his gun and smacking it with him. She turned him around, as a cascade of bullets ripped into him. Using her magic, she willed the gun to spray back into the workers. She dropped the gun, which continued to spray bullets. She was suddenly thrust aside, and pushed off her hooves. She crashed into one of the shelves, containing all the work they were doing it. A hulking pony, wielding a large hammer. She rolled aside as the hammer came crashing down, were her head had been a second earlier. She aimed a few punches, which quickly bounced off the brutes massive frame. She kicked him in the face, only to leave a grunt of annoyance. She was sent hurtling again, crashing through another group of shelves. She groaned in pain. Her head turning. A small beaker flame lay lit, as a small puddle of fuel quickly neared it. Her eyes traveled down, getting wider in fear. The red barrels had been shot apart in the gunfight, leaving fuel everywhere. She got up, and raced to the only door.
“Why do you run little hero?” The brute called out, laughing.
“To live another day.” She cried out, slamming the door shut. The fuel caught, flames rising as they raced to the barrels. Mare Do Well fell through the double doors as the massive explosion swept through her. She hit the ground, coughing. Crimson flames raced through the bar, bellowing out in the night air. The bartender helped her up.
“Under normal circumstances, I’d thank you. Those drugs were nearing the point of killing me if i didn't stay quiet about what they were doing, but you are burning down by bar!” He complained.
“Just another days work then.”