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// On the run 
// Story: On the run 
// by Hibishi 
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	My name is Mare Do-Well and I used to be a savior... until something terrible happened to my reputation; a terrible accident that changed me. I used to be loved as a vigilante but now I am hated as a vagabond. On the run, I try to avoid public contact. I now must steal my food to stay alive though now I eat rarely. I think maybe I should re-think on what I did that changed my life. If anyone reads this and I haven’t been renounced a hero, I request you bring this to my dearest friend, Doctor Hooves.

Ponyville at dusk is a beautiful sight as the sun’s rays strikes the peaceful town, causing the ponds to sparkle. Ponies were closing their shops and kids came inside. Only one pony wasn’t finished her work, a pony dressed in black and purple with a black mask to conceal her face. She is the mysterious Mare Do Well, hero of Ponyville. Today she had stopped a thief from robbing a boutique in town and she felt satisfied. She traveled by roof top and ended up at the town park where a fountain sat. She approached it and tapped a certain combination of blocks. A tree nearby slid and a hole appeared underneath. She ran over and jumped in, going down a slid inside the hole. She flew off the end of the slide and landed on cushioned flooring.
She took off her hat and mask, swinging her bright pink mane around. She put her cape on a hook and entered her house. She was about to take off her outfit when she noticed someone there, “Hey, your back, Haste.”
The British voice came from a chestnut coat pony that goes by the name Doctor Hooves, “Yeah. Nothing else to do now.”
“Northern Haste, when are you going to stop this Vigilante business?” Hooves asked her.
Haste walked behind a screen to change, “Once I’ve seen that Ponyville no longer needs me. For now, I need to continue keeping the town safe.”
Doctor Hooves made a concerned face and sat next to the screen so that he couldn’t see her on the other side, “Yes, but what about finding a nice stallion or finding a real job? You never seem to do anything else beside help the 	town for free.”
Haste poked her head from behind the screen so her body wasn’t visible, “Are you saying I should ask for payment to keep Ponyville safe?”
“Well, no, but...” The chestnut pony shook his head, “Look, even I have a job, making clocks but you are need to find some kind of payment.”
Haste sighed while she rolled her eyes as she got out of her costume, “Well, I’m going to continue this. It’s what I love doing and if you’re not okay with that,” her white hoof poked out from behind the screen, “Elevator is that way.”
“Well, just think about it. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Doctor Hooves walked toward the elevator, which led to his house. 
Haste stepped out from behind the screen in a baby blue night robe. She frowned and walked into her small bedroom. She lay on her bed and sighed, “Maybe Hooves is right... but Ponyville needs me!”

He was right. I should have stopped earlier, got a real job, and maybe find myself a nice stallion but I loved the hero thing too much to quit. I thought it was a good idea until the next day...

Mare Do Well stood on a house, watching Ponyville for any dangers. She was having no luck though with finding any cause of evil or crime. She sighed and thought about calling it a day when she saw something suspicious.
“Hmm?” She looked and saw a strange stallion entering Town Hall. She got up and hoped across the buildings toward the tall building. She got as close as she could and watched. The stallion walked out with a bag and made a run for it. Mare Do Well got up and hoped along the buildings after him. The stallion noticed her and tried to run faster but Mare Do Well leapt from the building and landed on him. She took the bag and looked inside.
“Bits... so he’s just an average thief.”She thought to herself. She pinned him down and she waited. Some guards came by soon and took him away. They thanked her and went to bring the stallion to jail. She felt happy but not as she usually would be. This was just another small crime and it was about the ninth this week. 
She then noticed something again; another robber out of Town Hall. The one she just caught was just a distraction! She took chase after the real criminal toward the field. He looked back and saw the vigilante chasing him. He ran faster, toward a cliff. At the bottom of the cliff were hikers. Mare Do Well slowed down so she didn’t run off the cliff.  The stallion stopped at the cliff and realised what a stupid idea he thought of. He turned to face the hero, who stopped about four feet away. He had nowhere to run. Mare Do Well walked toward him to put him in custody but the stallion’s reaction was to step back... off the cliff. 
The vigilante’s eyes went wide as she ran over and tried to catch the stallion with both front hooves but was too late. She watched as the stallion fell and hit the trail far below, breaking his neck. She looked away from the injury occurring but when she looked, there were hikers who saw the accident. They looked up and saw Mare Do Well, her hooves hanging off the cliff. The hikers all looked shocked at her. She shook her head, got up and ran off. She didn’t have time to run home so she just ran out of the town. She knew why they looked at her like that... it looked like she pushed the stallion off the cliff.

I ran away from Ponyville. I couldn’t bear to show my face to anyone after that. I looked like a villain. The cause of a stallion’s death, even though I tried to stop it. What was I going to do after running away? You’re probably thinking that now. Well, I decided to go see my sister, a writer. She writes books named after a name we made up when we were just fillies, Daring Doo. We used to play heroes as children.

Northern Haste walked into the small house, crying. She walked over to the living room and found her sister, Southern Whistle, drawing, “What’d wrong, sis?”
“B-Bella! S-she stole my d-doll!” Haste whined. Bella was the family dog.
Whistle looked out the window and saw the dog run off with the stuff pony. She thought for a second, and then got an idea, “No, she didn’t and that’s not Bella!”
“Huh?” Haste looked confused as she sniffed. 
Whistle ran to the hat rack and grabbed her dad’s safari hat, “That was Rover Von Baddy and he just stole a million bit treasure!”
Haste giggled. Her sister got their mothers purple dress hat and put it on Haste’s head, “Let us go catch him, Mare Do Well!”
“Yeah! Let’s go, Daring Doo!”
The fillies ran outside and chased the dog to retrieve the ‘treasure’. An hour later, they got the doll back when the dog got tired and put the toy down. The girls went inside and brought out some sandwiches their mother made for lunch on the porch.
“Hey, sis?” Whistle asked.
Haste looked at her twin sister, “Yeah?”
“We should be real heroes someday.” Whistle put her sandwich down and stood up in a proud hero pose, “We’ll fight bad guys and save towns! We’ll be Daring Doo and Mare Do Well!”
Haste giggled, “That’d be cool!”
“Promise?” Whistle put her hoof out toward Haste, who took the hoof and shook, “Promise!”

My sister later just became an author and wrote stories about her childhood hero name. She had no idea that I actually became a hero. I thought she could be the only person I could turn to but would she accept me? I had been running for three days before I had made it to the house me and my sister lived in as children, out in the country.

A knock was heard on the old wood door, causing the owner to head to the door. She opened it and saw the masked vigilante, Mare Do Well. The sand coloured pony looked at the hero surprised and asked who she was. Whistle didn’t know about Mare Do Well since she didn’t live near Ponyville. The hero just stood there and kicked the ground. Southern Whistle lived in the house. Mare Do Well took off her hat and showed Whistle, “What is this?... wait... I know this hat.”
Mare Do Well took off her mask and waved her mane, “... Hey, sis.”
Whistle’s eyes went wide, “Haste?... Is that you?”
Haste hugged her sister, “Yeah... it’s me...”
Whistle hugged her sister back, tears down her cheeks. The sister stood on the porch for a few minutes until Haste was invited inside. When Whistle got them some tea and asked why she was dressed like that and why she was here, Haste explained to her sister about her being a hero and the accident. Whistle listened closely, thinking of what to say.
“Sis... So everyone thinks you’re a criminal? They think you killed him?”
Haste nodded in reply, drinking her tea. Whistle sighed, “So you came here why?”
“I need somewhere to stay now...”
“Well, I guess you could-” there was a knock at the door. Haste stayed in the living room as her sister answered the door, “Hello?”
“Good day, madam.” There were some guards at the door. Haste hid behind the couch, “We are searching for this pony. Have you seen them?”
The picture was of Mare Do Well, which was caught by a news pony. Whistle thought quickly, “Uhh... no, I haven’t.”
“Thank you, madam. Have a nice day.” The Guards left.
Whistle closed the door and took a deep breath before walking into the living room.
“I’m sorry, sis. They will be back, I know it. You have to go, I’m really sorry.”
“I understand.” Haste put her mask and hat on and before leaving, hugged her sister and left, no real destination.

Here I am now, at a lake side, under a small rock cliff in the rain. I have now been on the run for around two weeks now. I think that re-thinking my situation has helped me out. I need to find a way to clear my name and set things straight... anyway, if anyone actually reads through this and decide to bring this to my friend... tell him I love him.

- - The Mysterious Mare Do Well, Northern Haste