Redheart never was the dating type of pony. Lucky for her life had a way of doing the work for her. Shortly after Redheart essentially 'killed the Red Fox' by retiring the 'business' she had entered a world of petty theft. It was on one night in particular that Redheart had her lovestruck heart stolen.
Redheart soon found out that living on the streets wasn't as bad as the allies. She wore a thin tattered green jacket as she huddled close to a large dumpster. It was the only way to hide from the frigid wind that howled between the brick walls of the ally. She shivered violently almost enough to make the dumpster shake along with her.
"Hey is this the one boss was lookin' for?" A menacing voice towered over Redheart. She opened her eyes and weakly tried to stand up. Suddenly a harsh shove sent Redheart heralding into the side of the dumpster. Two stallions stood before her in silver royal guard armor. "Yah this is the Fox, look at her she can barely stand." One of the sleazy guards said with a chuckle.
Redheart held her now bruised arm and wimpered silently. "You really think you can hide from the boss that easy!" The guard shouted as he shoved Redheart to the ground. Redheart said nothing as she staggered back up. "The boss wanted a heart. If you perform surgery or not he's still getting from you." He said in a cold tone as he drawled his short sword. Redheart's eyes widened, they where going to take her heart. The other guard which escaped Redheart's sight suddenly grabbed her arms and held them back forceful.
"Get the hell off me!" Redheart shouted as she tried to escape. She looked up and made eye contact with the approaching guard holding razor sharp sword. "Please just let me go I won't tell anyone! I beg of you not to do this!" She said with a shaky voice as tear drops accumulated on her jacket . The guard held his hoof over her mouth as she let out a loud scream. She frantically kicked the knife welding guard away. The worst part of the whole ordeal is that Redheart knew the ponies on the nearby street must have heard her screams and are now choosing to do nothing to help her.
"End of the line Fox." The guard said as he raised the blade high in the air. Redheart quickly shut her eyes tight and attempted to brace for the first cut.
"Hey?! Hey what the hell are you doing over there!" A young stallion's voice shouted from the other side of the ally. The two guards turned there heads along with Redheart in shock. There at the end of the dirty ally stood a tall guard in shining golden armor.
"This here is none of your business rookie! It be best if you get moving!" The sleazy guard shouted intimidating. Redheart's terror filled eyes meet the armored guard's pitiful gaze. To this day she never understood why he would say those two letters."No!" The stallion said silently to himself. "No!" He shouted this time louder.
"No? Kid you have no idea who you're fucking with here!" The blade wielding guard threatened. "Well it looks like two dirtbags are torturing a defenseless mare!" The towering guard shouted as he walked over.
"You two better scram before I decide call the caption down here!" He said in a cold confident tone. The two guards looked at each other for a moment tell one nodded and Redheart was released. She fell to the cold ground and found that the willpower to stand was simply nonexistent.
"Come on let's get outta here. This Bitch ain't worth our time." The guard said as he put his clean sword back into its sheath. As the two guards left Redheart laid in silence on the frigid pavement of the ally. She knew they'd just come again, or worst they'd find another innocent pony to pay her tab.
"Are you okay ma'am?" The kind voice of her savior asked. Redheart let out a weak groan with her face still on the pavement. She slowly lifted her head and saw a extended hoof. Redheart grasped it and managed to stand up and regain her former poise. "You look a bit shaken up, do you want some coffee ma'am?" He said helping Redheart walk out from the ally. Redheart coughed clearing her throat. "I'm sorry, I'd love to but I don't have any bits for coffee." She said in a sheepish tone.
"Hey don't worry about it, I'm buying." He said with a chuckle. In Redheart's current state her hair was devilishly unkempt along with the tattered green jacket she was in no shape to go out. "I'm sorry I didn't get your name." She said shyly. "Its Stanley." He said quickly as if he tried to hide what he said. "Wait Stanley, what kinda name is that?" Redheart said in confusion. He chuckled. "There's actually a funny story behind it." He said as they walked out into the bright busling streets of Manehattan.
Redheart slowly awoke on the tattered blue couch in her living room. She yawned and looked over at Olive who was sound asleep cuddling her pillow while wrapped in her electric blanket. Redheart picked up the leftover takeout food that had been left out on the coffee table. She put the leftovers in the fridge and started a pot of coffee.
Redheart walked to the hall and picked up the old golden helmet that Olive had dragged out unceremoniously. It was quite heavy, maybe symbolizing the burden of a guard's duties. Redheart tried with all her might to forget about that heroic stallion. Remembering him just caused to much pain. She placed the helmet gently in the corner of the closet and stacked a few shoe boxes to cover it from view like she had done before. She closed the closet and kept her hoof on the handle for a moment before letting go.