//------------------------------// // Chapter One // Story: Secrets // by LightsCameraAction //------------------------------// Chapter One You loved coming to this club. You loved the atmosphere, the drinks, not to mention the dozens of mares. It was a bachelor's dream. You loved to hear the great music that was always playing, and the beat that flowed through you like a powerful river. There was, one, thing you didn't like about this place, and that was the group of rude stallions that always seemed to be there. You had come to this club dozens of times, and they were always right there, sitting at the bar. You tried your best to avoid them, everypony did. They were a bad crowd and even the bartender was reluctant to serve them drinks. Today, it was no different than any of the others, you walked in and saw that strange group of angry looking stallions sitting and talking at the bar. You decided to hit the dance floor first, getting your 'groove thang' on for a good five minutes while the DJ worked her magic on the stage. You new this DJ fairly well, you had talked to her in the past and seemed to have gotten along pretty well. It was none other than DJ Pon-3. She played great music, all the time. You knew that you could always count on her for the best beats and some serious bass dropage. When you were done dancing, you decided to go get a drink from the bar. You sat on the far side of the bar, away from the group of stallions. The bartender came up to you. "Pick your poison." He said with an annoyed tone. "Surprise me." You said kindly. The bartender turned away and started throwing together a very strong looking drink. You just sat patiently and closed your eyes, letting the music put you into a trance. You listened for a good three minutes before the sudden smash of glass pulled you back to reality. You opened your eyes to see the bartender crouched down behind the bar and liquor dripping down the bar shelves behind him along with broken glass all around him. The stallions were laughing hysterically as the startled bartender stood up. "The club is closed! Everypony out!" The bartender screamed. "Oh shut up!" One of the stallions yelled back from across the bar. "I said get out!" He yelled back to him. By this time, the lights had turned on and the music had stopped. Most of the ponies were leaving the club and you decided to do the same. But something stopped you, the newspaper sitting on the bar. You looked down and started reading the front page. The title read 'Killer In Ponyville'. Your gut tied in a knot, and you decided it was best that you got out of the bar quickly. As you got up out of your seat, you see the strange group of stallions discussing something quietly. You decide to get a little bit closer to hear what they were saying. "Hey, the DJ hasn't left yet." One of them said. "I bet we could 'work something out' with her." Another said. You listened in on the conversation in horror and decided you couldn't let them go through with what they were planning. You had to stop them somehow. You decided to put your special talent to work. They followed the DJ out the back entrance to the club, and you followed close behind, just far enough away that they didn't notice your pursuit. "Hey DJ, you want to help us out with something?" One of the stallions asked. "Oh, uh, n- no thank you, I have to get going." She replied. "No no no, you don't understand. We aren't asking." A different stallion said. "Oh, um..." Her voice trailed off as the stallions backed her into the corner. One of the stallions grabbed her foreleg and tried to pull her to come with them. She lifted up her opposite hoof and hit the stallion across the face. He stumbled backwards but stayed on his hooves. This time two of them grabbed each of her forelegs and one of them lined up and bucked her right in the face. Her glasses smashed and fell to the ground from the blow. She fell to the ground in a bloody heap and unconscious. The stallions go to pick her up and take her home, when you decided it was time to strike. SLAM! The bottle came across the stallions face with surprising force, breaking the bottle and part of the stallion's skull. You spun around with great speed stabbing another stallion in the chest with the jagged end of the broken bottle. You then bucked the last one straight in the head before he had time to strike you in the back. You sit in the alley, with three dead stallions and a lot to explain to the mare that was now waking up and in complete shock. "Dear Luna, what did you do!?" She said. "I'll tell you what I did, I saved your flank! I think a 'thank you' is in order." You replied. "Thanks, but what about the royal guards, they have to be on their way already!" She said. You thought about what to say, and you chose your words rather poorly. "They haven't caught me yet." You say, turning and walking out of the alley.