The Ballad of Rainbow Dash

by Ron Jeremy Pony


Tracy's Mom

GTA: The Ballad of Rainbow Dash
Chapter 11: Tracy’s Mom

(Perseus Clothing Store – South Algonquin – four days later)

Dash stood in a designer dress that Simone had provided her. She looked at Niko who was dressed in a suit he had bought a few months ago. She felt flattered that Simone wanted to invite her to this reception, but at the same time this wasn’t the kind of thing that she really liked to attend. Her one visit to the Galloping Gala had been more than enough to prove that she didn’t enjoy going to something so far removed from her element.

“Dash, thank God I was afraid that there wasn’t going to be anyone else that I knew around here,” Tracy said as she came toward her.

“Yeah, I kind of felt the same way. That’s why I asked if Niko could come,” Dash said.

Tracy smiled at Niko who gave her a slight nod before looking around the room.

“So, what are we doing here?” Niko asked.

“Simone is unveiling some new fashion creation,” Tracy answered.

“Why didn’t you bring Brucie?” Dash asked.

“You do remember what Simone is like around him right?” Tracy asked.

“Good point,” Dash said.

Tracy looked back over the crowd and let out a breath of relief.

“Something wrong?” Dash asked.

“Ummm… Sort of. I mean it’s not really wrong, but it might try to get that way,” Tracy replied.

“What is it?” Niko asked.

“My mom was supposed to come with me. I’m glad to see her here, but the guy she was dating is… I don’t know how to describe it,” Tracy said.

“He’s a dick?” Niko asked.

“That’s probably the best way I could think of saying it yeah,” Tracy answered.

The lights began to dim and Simone walked out on the small catwalk wearing a newly designed dress. She smiled at the group in attendance and waved to them all. Dash watched her friend and moved a rainbow colored strand of hair out of her eyes.

“Gentlemen, Ladies, and all lovers of fashion welcome to the cirque du Simone!” she exclaimed.

She stepped down and a beautiful woman wearing a low v cut dress walked out. Dash watched as she walked and noticed that the dress seemed to crystals, or maybe small diamonds, sewn into the material. Each time the woman stepped the dress seemed to reflect the light making it turn into an entire rainbow of colors. Everyone near the stage Ooooed and Ahhhhhed the wonderful new piece of fashion as it was paraded up the catwalk and then back up it.

Once that dress disappeared a man walked out carrying a suit jacket. His rose colored vest looked as if it was stitched together with golden thread, and the bowtie he wore was the same color rose as the vest. The dress shirt was a stunning pearl white, and the slacks were the black as the suit jacket he was carrying.

“What the fuck is this shit?!” a slurred voice said.

Dash turned her attention to owner of the voice. He was dressed in a shabby leasure suit, and he stumbling around slightly.

“Darlene, where the fuck are you?!” he shouted.

“Your mom’s boyfriend?” Dash asked.

Tracy nodded and shook her head.

“She’s become such a better person, but she still goes out with the same trash she did when we lived in a trailer park,” Tracy muttered.

“Damn it where the hell are you?!” he shouted again.

He stepped closer to the center of the room and one of the usual security personnel at Perseus walked toward him. The security guard held a hand up and grasped his shoulder.

“Sir, I suggest that you leave this event right now,” the guard said.

“Sure,” the man said. He turned around, and then taking the nearly empty beer bottle he had been carrying turned back around and clocked the guard hard on the side of the head.

The security guard stumbled and the drunken man took a swing at him. He connected, surprisingly, and knocked the guard on his ass. He kicked the guard hard in the ribs and soon found another two men approaching him.

“Oh God this is so embarrassing,” Tracy muttered.

One of the two men tried to grab him only to have the drunken man shove him back. When he did it appeared that Tracy’s mom’s date had grabbed one of their guns. He aimed it at the both of them and then aimed it into the air and fired off a shot.

“Darlene you stupid bitch, where the fuck are you?!” he yelled in a drunken rage.

Dash felt Niko tense up. She looked away from the situation to see Niko looking at the man with utter hate in his eyes. It was something she hadn’t seen in his eyes often.

“Panchart, Tvoja skurvena mater je prostitutka!” he exclaimed as he stood there shaking in rage.

“You got something to say to me boy?!” the drunk raged at him.

“Ty kurva stávku mám problém debile!” he shouted.

Dash hadn’t heard him talk in his own language very often, but he seemed to be so fueled with anger that he wasn’t able to speak English. Niko started to walk toward the man and then the drunk made a mistake. He made what had to be the biggest mistake in his entire life, or at least to Dash it was the biggest mistake of his life. The gun fired again and she saw Niko’s left side move. He kept walking toward the guy and another shot rang out. This time Niko’s right leg gave out and he fell to the floor.

“Yeah! Take that you foreign piece of shit!” the drunk ranted.

Dash’s eyes narrowed at the bastard in front of her. She wished that she knew what made Niko hate him so bad, but now she had a reason to hate him just as much. She moved behind some of the crowd and walked toward the downed guard behind him. She reach into guard’s jacket and pulled out his weapon, a Taser, and fired it. The two prongs hit him in the small of the back and she held the trigger down on the Taser. She heard him scream in pain as he laid there. His hand dropped the gun he had and she walked toward him.

“You mother fucker!” she shouted as she kicked him hard in the balls.

“Get this crazy bitch off of me!” he screamed.

“Crazy bitch?! Crazy bitch?! You haven’t seen crazy bitch yet! I’m going to show you crazy bitch! I’m going to go full on Pinkie on your ass!” Dash screamed.

She looked up to see Niko breathing, his hand holding his side, and she looked at the drunken bastard on the floor.

“Dash, darling, I’ve called the police, they’ll take care of him,” Simone said as she walked toward her.

“Paramedics, did you call them?” Dash asked through gritted teeth as she shook in rage.

“Yes, they are on the way,” she replied.

Dash kicked the drunken bastard in the side of the head hard.

“If he dies then I promise you this. I promise you that it won’t matter where they put you, how well they hide you, or how many walls they put up around you, because I will find you. And when I do I’m going to take my time making you pay for what you did,” she said.

Tracy ran over to her and Dash looked up at her friend, and then she looked at Niko. Almost as if they silently spoke to each other the two friends walked over to him. Dash touched his shoulder softly.

“I’m right here baby,” she said.

“ljubavi, I’m sorry,” he replied.

“It’s all right. The ambulance is on the way, and you’re going to be fine,” she said.

Simone walked closer to them and knelt down near the two of them.

“I’ve called ahead and asked a surgeon friend of mine to meet all of us at the hospital. He’s one of the best, and he owes me a thousand favors,” she said.

“I seem to have ruined your party,” Niko said through the pain he was feeling.

“It’s not the only fashion show I have lined up, and besides these things are usually dreadfully boring. Although, next time you come to one I will have to ask that you keep the fighting and gun shots to a minimum,” she replied.

He laughed before groaning in pain.

A few seconds later the sound of two different kinds of sirens going off could be heard. Dash heard the officers screaming at the drunk to stay on the ground, and she heard the paramedics telling her to move. She fought the urge to stay where she was, to protect and save him like he had done for her, but she stepped back and let them take him.

“I’ve got a Schyster PMP 600 outside. Come on and we’ll go straight to the hospital,” Simone said.

Dash nodded and stood up. A second later a slightly older woman walked toward them. At first glance it looked as if Tracy had somehow managed to step into some magical room and put on about sixteen years. Sixteen well aged years, but sixteen years none the less. The woman stopped and looked at Tracy.

“Oh Gawd what the hell did that sum bitch do?” she asked.

“Mom, your date nearly killed my friends…” Tracy started before Dash looked at her.

“He nearly killed my Niko,” she seethed.

“I’m awfully sorry. I…” she started before she looked at the floor.

“We’re going to the hospital Mom, why don’t you come with us, and maybe there will be something that you can do,” Tracy said.

“Thank ya babygirl,” she replied.

The four of them walked out to the PMP 600. Dash didn’t look back at the store. She didn’t think about the fact they were leaving one of the premiere fashion shows in Liberty City. All she was thinking about was getting to the hospital, and making sure that Niko was okay.

(South Bohan – Elizabeta Torres’ home)

Elizabeta looked at the pink haired girl that had stumbled up to her house in the middle of the night last night. She had been nude, and it looked as if she had been through things that would have made the toughest bitch on the inside cry. She touched the girl’s head and offered her a cup of coffee.

“Thank you,” the girl said quietly.

There was something different about her. Elizabeta couldn’t explain it, but there was something about this girl that made her stand out, well other than her outlandish pink hair. It was odd that it lay so perfectly flat against her.

“You were telling me about the Puta who did this to you,” Elizabeta said as took a seat.

“He tricked me. I thought he was someone else, and then he cornered me… I was knocked out after that. I remember waking up and… Oh dear Celestia…” she closed her eyes tightly and began to cry.

“It’s okay, you’re safe now. I don’t know who did this to you, but I don’t like it when any man gets too grabby with a girl. As long as you are in my house you are safe,” Elizabeta said.

To her surprise the girl’s hair began to puff out a little. She shook her head thinking that she must have been wrong on how straight it was earlier.

“So, you hungry? You like cake? I picked up a carrot cake yesterday,” she said.

“Cake?!” the girl asked.

It appeared that her hair puffed out even more at the mention of the carrot cake.

“Yeah, it’s in the kitchen. Lets go get a piece of it. So, what is your name, really?” she asked.

“It’s Pinkie, well, actually my full name is Pinkamena Diane Pie,” Pinkie said.

“Okay, well lets stick to Pinkie. That’s easier to remember,” Elizabeta said.

“Okay Izzy,” she said.

Elizabeta rolled her eyes at the pet name. It was something her cousin in Puerto Rico had called her time and time again. It was something she swore that only her cousin could call her, and when she received news that her cousin had been raped and killed… She swore no one else could call her that, but this girl, this Pinkie, she reminded her of Melody. She wondered, if it was possible, that this girl was Melody re-incarnated.

She shook off the thought and opened the bakery box holding the carrot cake. Once it was open she cut a large piece out for herself, and one just as large for Pinkie. To her surprise Pinkie had it eaten in less than four bites and was ready for another piece. She looked at the full sheet cake and wondered if it would be enough.