Shy sighed as she pulled her blanket over her shivering body. She wasn't tired, she was beginning to regret the nap she took at Twilight's. Tired or not, she reached over the turn off her lamp and snuggled back into her blanket.
She turned to the side, Discord's face popping into her mind. His smile, the way she caught him looking at her. She'd never felt anything like this for another person, not in the slightest. She missed him being in her home, she missed the way he rolled his eyes but kept a smile on his face when she would tease him. She missed the way he teased her back without missing a beat.
A tear slipped down her cheek as she heard a loud clang. She jolted upright, turning on her lamp and hopped out of bed. It's probably just mom, getting a late night snack. She told herself. Another clang came, closer than before. Or not. Gulping, she approached her bedroom door and poked her head out, peering down the dark empty hallway before her. With each footstep she took, it felt as if someone was watching her.
"M-mom?" She whispered when she spotted a dark figure across the room.
"Sorry kiddo, you're out of luck." A voice from behind her sneered. The person across the room only stared as she was grabbed from behind. She struggled against them, attempting to cry out when he covered her mouth. She furrowed her brow angrily, and bit his hand.
"Gah!" He cried out, releasing her long enough for her to dart for the door.
She dashed for the woods, ignoring her pounding heart and aching limbs. She felt her frightened tears slip down her face as she heard him running after her, calling her name.
"Come on out, little Fluttershy, I won't hurt you. I just want to talk." The dark voice hissed. She was panting as she hid behind a tree, shutting her eyes tightly as beads of sweat trickled down her face. She tried to steady her breathing, so he wouldn't hear. She listened to the sound of his footsteps, seemingly getting further way as his voice called out to her. "It'd be a shame if something were to happen to your dear mother, wouldn't it." He threatened. Panic coursed through her veins. "Have it your way." He muttered.
She was shaking, but emerged from her hiding place. He was a ways away, but she knew he'd hear her if she called. "W-what do you want with me?" She stuttered. He whipped around to face her, eyes glowering.
"Simply leverage, of course." He answered, looking her up and down. She wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly embarrassed about her bunny pajama pants. His dark chuckle caused a shiver to run over her, fear taking over every part of her. She started to cry again.
"W-why?" She whispered.
"You've never been in a gang before, have you?" He lilted. She shook her head and watched him as his hand slid to his pocket.
"You have a gun," She remarked, eyeing his hand.
"Don't give me a reason to use it, sweetcheeks."
"What do you want with me?"
"I want you to never contact Discord again. You're a distraction from his actual purpose- chaos. You see any chaos being wreaked since you stumbled into his life?" The man muttered.
"W-why is that so important to you?" She stuttered, searching for a path she could take if she needed to run.
"We've got a goal. But i'm not gonna tell you what it is." He paused, seeing her growingly anxious face. "Don't even think about running until I get the answer I'm looking for. So what's it gonna be, give Discord his freedom, or- well..." He chuckled. "You don't want to know the or." She thought for a moment as she swallowed, still sweating. Reaching behind her, she glared at him.
"I never took his freedom." She hissed, and fired the gun straight at him. He lunged for the ground as she took off, not even able to see where she was running.
"Where did she get a gun!?" Sombra roared.
"I'm not sure, sir!" The other boy caught up. "You're lucky she missed." Sombra glared down at his grazed arm.
"Hardly." He growled and scanned the woods, but she was long gone. "She won't get very far, and even so, I know where she lives. She'll have to come back."
Shy dashed through the trees, avoiding fallen branches and leaves blocking her path. She didn't know how long she ran but knew that every part of her ached. She was shaking as she slid down against a tree, still tightly clutching the gun. Panting and crying, she knew they'd hear her if they were near. She thanked every force in the world that she remembered her father kept a gun hidden in the bushes near their home. She was relieved to find it was still there, but horrified to use it. What would the man do to her for shooting him? She hoped she hadn't killed him! She didn't have time to stick around and find out if he was injured or not. By now she was panicking, unsure of where she was and the sun was far from rising. She gulped. Where am I?