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>That’s right, it’s Purge Night.
>Remember those laws that limited what you could do? They’re gone.
>Remember the ones that protected you? They’re also gone.
>Pros and cons, it goes till dawn, professionals and convicts… they know it’s on.
>Grab your guns and knives, napalm with grenades.
>Have some fun tonight, take the risk until day.
>It’s Purge Night, fellas. No rules. No mercy. Here it goes.
~
>”We should lock ourselves inside.” Twilight says to Rarity. “I think it’s too late to leave town.”
>”Nonsense! We have to try.” Rarity closes her suitcase.
>”But the alarms are already sounding! It’s too late. We need to hide and wait it out.”
>”Dear, you know for a fact there is no way to ensure the safety of your premises. The most you have is an extra lock on your front door.”
>”It’s the best we can get.”
>”The best we can get is *out* and you know it, darling. Now please stop being difficult and pack your things.”
>”I really hope you don’t go out there right now, Rarity. Especially in your fancy clothes. You’ll stick out like a sore thumb in the middle of all the looters. I don’t even want to imagine what would happen to you.”
>”If you really wanted to keep skipping town on the table, why didn’t you plan ahead like every other little thing?”
>”I did! The stores were packed and I was there getting what I could just in case. You know, plan B. Which is what we have to do now.”
>”Well I’m sticking with plan A and leaving.”
>”Rarity, how many times so I have to tell you? Plan A is a no go zone now! It is OFF the table. You’ll have every bad thing imaginable happen to you if you go out there now.”
>”Not if I leave right now before people start coming outside.” Rarity picks up her suitcases and heads out the door.
>”Rarity! Don’t do it! You don’t know what you’re going out to!”
>”The alarms are to let people know that it’s officially begun and they should start heading inside. Don’t you know this?”
>”The alarms are to tell you that it’s too late and that you /shouldn’t/ go outside if you’re still here and can’t take the things that happen! You don’t think people are supposed to prepare for this BEFORE the alarms start going off?”
>”I can’t waste my time arguing with you! The alarms have been going for a full five minutes now. There’s barely any time left.”
>Rarity steps outside.
>”There is NO time left! Rarity!” Twilight shouts at the slamming door.
>She holds her pendant in hand, hoping that Rarity can keep herself safe with the one she has.
>…
>Sunset remembers a lot of the things she gathered from people she talked to in the streets a couple of hours ago back when it was still safe.
>She saw the combinations to their secret metal safes, their credit card info, their weapons stashes, planned escape routes, planned looting routes.
>Knows exactly where to go to avoid the most of the violence; her own attic.
>She made sure to eat ahead of time then trash her own place to make it look like it was already looted and there’s nothing left.
>She takes her valuables and stashes them into the attic, then makes a complete mess of everything else.
>Overturns tables, breaks expendable plates, empties the drawers and scatters their contents all over the floor.
>She knows for a fact that no one’s going to spend a lot of time looking around in her place if they think anything of value was already taking out.
>She goes up to her attic on a full stomach and prepares to silently sleep up there for the duration of the purge.
>Texts Twilight goodnight and good luck.
>Twilight texts back that Rarity left after it was too late and she’s extremely worried about her.
>Sunset stares at the attic ceiling with wide eyes, pendant beside her.
>Good luck sleeping now.
>…
>Fluttershy takes the best chance she can, which is to run off into the woods where most people probably won’t go because there’d really be nothing to steal.
>She was already running past dozens of trees an hour before the alarms and sirens started going off.
>There are already a couple of other people trying to hide in the forest; the ones who aren’t too scared of it getting jet black at night.
>Fluttershy clutches her pendant close to keep it from swinging around so much, then finds a couple of deer that show her the way to the quietest part of the forest where no one usually goes.
>It’s already starting to get cold and dark, but Fluttershy was sure to bring three layers of jackets, and made a couple of rabbit and squirrel friends to be on the lookout for her.
>There’s little to no chance someone will go after them out here.
>It’s a very lucky thing that Fluttershy can get a nearby bear to be friendly to her, communicating with her just enough to be okay with her being nearby and not being of any kind of danger to her and her cubs.
>She’s just going to wait this out, far away from those distant gunshots she’s starting to hear.
>…
>Like a statue, Applejack sits in a chair on her front porch watching the sun go down over the horizon.
>The entirety of the Apple Family has come together at the house, bringing any weapons they have on them and sticking together for the entirety of the purge night.
>They may be in the rural area of the town, but still close enough for looters to come around and try some funny business.
>And on a night like this, they can come in groups of ten.
>She rests in the creaky wooden chair beside a couple of her cousins with Big Mac at the end of the porch.
>All of them lined up with shotguns and rifles in hand and pistols and revolvers in belt; a sitting army.
>To any sketchy people waltzing by, the grilling eyes of the members of the Apple Family say it all: “There’s nothing for you here. Move along.”
>Applejack can only pray for her friends as she occasionally goes back inside to check on Applebloom and Granny Smith and the others who are to be defended, before going back out to the porch so a couple other family members can patrol around the premises of the property.
>No one’s taking a chance on this night.
>Applejack keeps her pendant close, just in case things resort to having to wrestle a punk to the ground and snapping both of his arms backwards to get him to take a hike.
>…
>Right in the middle of one of the richest neighborhoods of town.
>Within the confines of a mansion, two girls have been preparing for the purge night for a long time now.
>They’ve been living together collabing on music and selling it making lots of money and can afford to live here.
>Now they’re rich and want to participate in the purge night that happens every year; it’s kind of fun.
>”I told you, Vinyl. We shouldn’t have spent so much on guns.” Octavia approaches her friend as they both stare out the window as the last of the light leaves the sky.
>Vinyl doesn’t answer, just stares through the glass and waits to start seeing people far away in town running around from the view of the living room window.
>Octavia takes a deep breath and pats her on the shoulder. “I know you want to go out there and wreak havoc, but what if you get yourself killed?”
>”I won’t.” Vinyl stiffly answers.
>”How do you know that?” Octavia steps closer to her. “Please… let’s try to be reasonable, here. We talked about this before, remember?”
>Vinyl keeps her gaze set on the landscape outside.
>She slips her tinted shades on and just stares, motionless as a marble statue.
>As ambitious as the people who would sculpt one.
>”We’re supposed to channel everything through music. It’s more peaceful that way. I have my string instruments and you have your electronic ones. We’ve already explored so many dimensions to our genres already, and we couldn’t have done it without eachother. Let’s not throw it away. Please?”
>”There is crime out there. Those who loot as those who are more likely to loot outside of purge night.”
>(Surprise surprise, purge night doesn’t even actually work all the way, who would have thought?)
>”Vinyl, we talked about this too. It’s not going to change anything and you know it.”
>”What other chance do I have to be a vigilante?” Vinyl turns her head to face Octavia. “This is the perfect opportunity, and I must take it.”
>”What about us, Vinyl? What about /us/?”
>”Do not worry about me. I am not going anywhere.” Vinyl stands straight up, keeping her posture perpendicular to the gravity of the Earth’s core.
>”We agreed to be civilized young ladies once we made it. Back in the apartment, when we didn’t have enough rent money left. We both promised we would become proper.”
>”I am civilized and proper. I’m just also going to help solve a problem in the world.”
>”You can’t just leave that to the people whose jobs it is to do that? Why do you feel the need to get involved?”
>”The system is flawed. Too many things slip through the cracks.”
>Octavia sighs. “Vinyl, I’m not saying I don’t support the cause you want to support. I just… I don’t want /you/ to risk your life over it.”
>”You’re not going to lose me.”
>”I don’t trust that. I don’t want to lose you, Vinyl.” Octavia’s quaint voice cracks slightly as tears fill her eyes. “You don’t have to do this. We’re already protected, we can life a peaceful life together now.”
>”Others are not protected.”
>”I know that, but that’s not going to change. People are people. Humans are going to be humans. It’s not their fault. It’s embedded into human nature. It’s all going to boil back down to that eventually every time.”
>Vinyl keeps sternly standing there and staring out the window, with Octavia’s arms slowly wrapping around her torso.
>”I wish I could save them.” Vinyl whispers.
>”I wish you could too. But you know it won’t have a lasting effect. We both know, Vinyl. I don’t want to lose you.”
>Octavia feels Vinyl take a really deep breath.
>”I dunno, Vinyl. It’s just…”
>”Do you need me to help you relax?”
>Octavia starts to caress her friend, who very quickly accepts her advances with those of her own.
>”Come on, Vinyl. Let’s head off to bed and get come of this stress off of our backs.”
>The bedroom door is closed and locked even though no one else lives in the mansion.
>…
>The night air is only calm at first.
>But an approaching engine makes the rats scatter, almost making the ground shake.
>Down the street, a school bus starts to speed… spray paint coating the side of the vehicle.
>It goes downhill, and the driver raises her arms pretending that she’s on a rollercoaster.
>Pinkie Pie watches the steering wheel spin wildly before her, instead reaching for the volume knob for the radio after reaching the bottom of the hill to turn the metal music up.
>She falls over from the imbalance then scurries for the gas pedal as if this bus were to explode if it went too slow.
>Lemon Zest hits the volume knob instead, making the devil horns symbol with her hand and fist-bumps Indigo Zap by her side.
>”Where we dropping, girls?!” Rainbow Dash grips a steel baseball bat in her hand with an uzi she stole from last year’s purge at her waist.
>”We should get the rich areas before someone else gets there!” Indy points towards the uptown area. “They can’t get your speed.”
>”Hell naw, but I gotta warm up first!” Rainbow Dash hits the palm of her hand with the bat. “Let’s find some hoes to beat upside the head.”
>”Run over that mailbox!” Shouts Lemon Zest.
>Pinkie Pie laughs and cheers as she swerves the school bus over to the sidewalk.
>Looking to get the high score for three mailboxes at once.
>The bus shakes and feels almost as though it’s going to tilt over, but everyone keeps their footing and the jagged wooden planks go flying with envelopes getting caught under the bus tires.
>”Special delivery for those at amazon sittin’ in their wage cage!” Jeers Rainbow Dash with a wicked grin.
>The bus creaks a little and then speeds off down another neighborhood street, full of cheering, cackling and hollering.
>It’s decided that they’re going to take a trip to the inner city neighborhoods first where the majority of the purge night action is taking place to get battle hardened, then go for the rich folk.
>…
>Near the richer side of town, Rarity’s convertable car nervously continues down the street towards a shopping center.
>She grunts as she struggles to make the top go back up.
>”Argh! Why is it not working?!” Rarity is trying seriously hard not to regret the decision she made, but those flames she sees in the distance strike fear into her heart.
>All it takes is one bloke walking nearby and it’s all over.
>Why did she do this?! Why?
>All she has to do is drive her car full of extra stuff she packed for the week she’s spending out of town all the way to the highway and she’s in the clear.
>All she has to do is make it past security, which shouldn’t be hard at all given her appearance and way of talking.
>It’s so obvious that she’s not supposed to be out and about in town on a night like this.
>But that only makes it worse when there’s a group of young men pointing towards the pristine looking convertible and walking towards it.
>The convertible top finally starts to go up, but it’s probably blowing a gasket because it’s staggering and moving extremely slowly.
>Rarity presses the button more and more frantically, then decides to just speed away.
>The speed limit isn’t in effect right now anyway, at least that’s what she’s counting on.
>It really shouldn’t be with these guys already running around… and the fact that the sirens were already blarin- TWILIGHT WAS RIGHT.
>Rarity has already driven too far from Twilight’s side of town to go back now.
>The main street of town and the surrounding areas have to be riddled with crime by now.
>Rarity goes up and down each street looking for somewhere where there aren’t noises.
>All of these houses are locked up for a reason.
>And as thought it were straight out of a movie, Rarity finds herself driving right into a cul-de-sac.
>And there’s this pair of headlights that’s been following her… and there they are less than ten seconds after Rarity realizes she has to turn around.
>It’s a jeep, and there are at least three people in it, one of them obviously has a gun raised.
>Rarity tightens her pendant and creates a force field right as the jeep drives towards her car, causing it to smash in the barrier.
>She sweeps it away with the barrier and proceeds to drive out of the cul-de-sac hoping that no one else decided to follow her convertible car.
>There are a couple of people on foot… not certain if it’s the same guys from before but Rarity flees from them no matter what.
>Heading for the highway, seeking escape.
>…
>Twilight and Sunset have been texting eachother non-stop about Rarity and what possible demise she could meet.
>They are hoping to both themselves and eachother that her pendant’s magical powers will keep her safe from the danger and help her either make it back to safety at Twilight’s house or safety outside of town.
>Their phones aren’t going to hold a charge for long, and it’s a surprise that the power stayed on for this long.
>Meanwhile, Fluttershy has found the safety and relative comfort of the inside of a massive hollow oak tree to hide inside of.
>There is a brown bear nearby, and it knows where Fluttershy is hiding and keeps checking to see if there are any other humans snooping about in the area.
>So far, there is nothing, and Fluttershy is reassured that she is safe.
>Being sure to keep her pendant safe so she can keep the bears calm about her being nearby their cubs.
>They’re really defensive about this, and this would not have ended well for Fluttershy in the slightest if she could not talk to any of the animals.
>But this way, she can cooperate with the nearby bear and stay defended in a very fortunate way.
>The night goes on.
>…
>In the Apple Family house, a very big dinner is prepared by the family, for the family.
>All members of blood relation stick together and help eachother out with defense and hospitality.
>Apple Pie and cornbread are set out for any of the defenders who are temporarily off of their guard shift to come by and grab a bite to eat from.
>It’s like an ancient Mesopotamian nation during wartime; The Standard of Ur fits this household perfectly.
>The family members continue to help eachother out and protect their home as a team, even checking on the livestock to make sure everything’s going on just fine for them.
>Nope, not really any conflict here. There really can’t be one here.
>Any looters try to test the Apple Family here and they’ll be blown away by shotgun blasts in seconds.
>These folks aren’t playing around.
>They brave the night together as a team, not even nodding off to sleep for a second without having at least three guardians on wake shift.
>If anything, Purge Night is a bonding experience for them.
>And they’re not the only people for whom Purge Night is a bonding experience.
>…
>The spray painted school bus stops in the middle of one of the neighborhoods towards the inner city.
>A lot of street roamers stop to take a look, knowing that there’s no way there isn’t something malicious inside of that bus.
>The doors are manually opened by the level that Pinkie Pie pulls, and before anyone can react, a light blue blur exists the bus and runs straight into the first guy with a gun it sees.
>”Yo… what the fu-“ A second guy reaches for a machete he has perched up against a wall next to him.
>He swings but only swipes at thin air and Rainbow Dash runs circles around him.
>”What the hell? Is that a high school girl?!” A middle aged man with brass knuckles stands up before an explosion knocks him off of his feet.
>He hits his head into a trash can, and the loud bang deafens him for a brief moment.
>”Time’s up!” Indigo Zap comes storming out of the school bus with Lemon Zest right behind her, both of them holding baseball bats.
>A guy in his 20’s wearing a huge drooping white T-shirt and saggy pants pulls out a pistol from his trousers. “Get back!”
>Rainbow Dash steps in front of him and snatches the firearm from his grip.
>He starts huffing and cussing before storming away in angry retreat. “Yo what's is going on?!”
>Another explosion strikes, this time hitting the guy with the machete.
>Rainbow Dash returns to him and takes the machete with her free hand after it clatters to the ground.
>The middle aged man struggles to stand up, before Indigo takes out his kneecaps with her bat.
>He falls down to his face writhing in pain.
>Lemon Zest starts swinging at one of the other guys, deafened by the metal she’s listening to in her headphones but has her back watched by her fellow purge-goers.
>”Where are the blasts coming from?” The guy with the baggy pants cries out before getting hit by another explosion.
>It sends him flying into a wall, knocking him unconscious.
>The clique in the street ends up getting robbed by literally four high school girls, and on purge night.
>It’s embarrassing.
>The four girls take all of their money and valuables as well as their weapons, Pinkie Pie finding a nearby parking lot to do asphalt doughnuts with the school bus for several minutes.
>The looting is completed and the bus eventually speeds off.
>What a night, what a night.
>…
>Warm spots on the bed are kept, and the glow of the plasma screen TV soothes the two musical girls as they lie together watching a movie to pass the time.
>”When do you want to go to sleep, Tavi?” Vinyl’s starting to feel loosened up again.
>”Any time you want, it’s fine by me.”
>There’s a short pause.
>”You think anyone’s gonna try the house?” Asks Vinyl.
>”Nonsense. I’d like to see them even make it into this neighborhood to begin with, let alone make it past the steel security doors and security systems. We’re safe.”
>She pulls herself and Vinyl closer together so they can cuddle together.
>Hopefully, the DJ girl who likes to nickname herself The Terminator won’t decide to go join the purge tonight.
~
>It’s really funny that Vinyl likes to nickname herself The Terminator; the petite girl is about 120 pounds and 5’10”, feeling like she can move mountains with the “strength” she gets from the heavy EDM she produces.
>She watches too many movies.
>What isn’t funny is that she actually bought tons of guns in a society that does Purge Night, and is completely serious about going vigilante on Purge Night.
>But not only her own life at risk, but Octavia’s life at risk as well.
>These two girls have been living together for some time now, and they’ve tolerated eachother until they grew close enough to not get enough of eachother.
>And now Vinyl’s developing some plans that Octavia wants to talk her out of, for the sake of everything they’ve ever known.
>It’s not worth it.
>And the night continues on too… hours after Vinyl put down the bulletproof vest, Octavia stays by her friend’s side until sunrise.
>She keeps her in bed, tending to her however she can before it’s supposed to be midnight.
>And she drags out a decade old bottle of scotch she inherited back when she was in college.
>Three of them actually; she really shouldn’t make these things empty before morning.
>But Vinyl is more than happy to take a few swigs of the first opened bottle after the other two are returned to storage.
>Outside, the distant gunshots become more and more faded as Vinyl swallows more scotch, Octavia only having taken a sip or two.
>”You know… staying in isn’t so bad.” She admits as she relaxes on her back.
>”Staying in is staying alive, hon.” Octavia tells her. “I’m glad to see that you understand what severity lies ahead when you go outside on a night such as this one.”
>”Why are you wearing that fancy dress, though?” Vinyl points to the dark grey ball gown Octavia has on. “You look like a spy lady from a James Bond movie.”
>Octavia coolly smirks. “I’m surprised you didn’t reference Jessica Rabbit.” She says. “And if you must know, I find that nights during which we stay inside safe and sound are rather special occasions.”
>”Why, cause of the whole bonding thing?”
>”Precisely, yes.” Answers Octavia with a nod of assurance. “I’d like to say that I thoroughly enjoy the time we spend together during the nights when we have nothing better to do than lay about indoors.”
>”Awww, I loved it too.” Vinyl reaches over to Octavia and hugs her as tightly as she can. “Also, you ignore the pun I made, Tavi. BONDing?!”
>”Vinyl, please.” Octavia politely reacts. “I’d prefer it if you let me know ahead of time before embracing me in such a way.”
>”Heh, sorry.”
>”All is well.” Octavia gently hugs Vinyl back. “The joke was funny too.” She awkwardly adds.
>”Yo, I could totally kick this comedian’s ass.” Vinyl points at the screen. “And then I’d tell better jokes than him too.”
>The two watch a stand up comedy special with Octavia quaintly laughing at the more high brow jokes and Vinyl making increasingly snarky comments about how the comedian sucks with the more alcohol she takes in.
>The guns in the closet down the hallway remain untouched for now.
>Vinyl starts to get more rowdy and unruly in her behavior, and Octavia has to keep pulling her back onto the bed.
>”I just… I just… whyh yhou even wearin’ high heels in bed, Tav.. Tavi?” Vinyl breathes out the hard scent of scotch. “You arenn’ goin’ anywherr!” She starts to cackle loudly at the fact that Octavia is actually wearing high heels and lying on the bed.
>”I simply felt like the outfit wouldn’t be complete without it.” Rebuts Octavia, aware of Vinyl’s increasing drunkenness.
>”We shuhld make ‘nother song togetherr!” Vinyl hugs Octavia again. “Right here, right now. C’mooooon!”
>”You and I are staying in bed, Vinyl. We’re not leaving until we know everything outside has dwindled down.”
>The master bedroom is mostly in the center of the mansion, with one part reaching the back so there can be a window.
>It’s well lit with lamps and ceiling lights, though. Moth’s paradise.
>”But my whole DJ battle station is downstairs!” Complains Vinyl.
>”There is no need to fuss, now. We will be free to make all the noise we want once we know the night is done and over with.”
>Vinyl continue to drunkenly whine for just a little bit but then stops when the alcohol shifts her focus to something a little bit different than making music.
>She starts tugging at Octavias dress. “C’moooooon! Take it off! How’re ya gonna be in bed all dressed up! Let loose!” She almost falls over.
>Octavia grabs her and holds her close. Vinyl seems to like it.
>With this, Octavia lets out a sigh. “Vinyl, Vinyl, Vinyl. What am I going to do with you?”
>”Heyyyyyyyyyyy”
>Octavia tries not to get red in the face as Vinyl sloppily proceeds with the advancements.
>She laughs at her spirit.
>”Let’s get inna something more comfyyyyyy, c’mahn!”
>Octavia sighs a second time and looks over at the bottle of scotch. “I’m going to need a little bit more of that for this.” She reaches over to grab it.
>…
>Pinkie Pie parks the school bus in an undisclosed and secluded location, and lets the other girls step out to start scouting.
>It has to be around 11 PM by now earliest. It’s been going down for a while.
>With her pendant taped to her collarbone so it doesn’t fall off, Rainbow Dash runs off into one of the crowded areas of the city in just a couple of minutes, where she hears the noises and such going on.
>She has a side bag with her too.
>She’s gathering her money up right now, at least the money that’s going to be hers once she snatches it.
>She heads over to the streets and weaves in between the people.
>They cluster there between the buildings, chanting and calling out at the dark skies with their voices echoing off of the brick and cement.
>Riots like these tend to happen around now.
>Almost like a free-for-all for the people who dared to go outside and risk their lives just to steal something and get to keep it after laws go back into effect.
>It’s like Black Friday on crack.
>And there’s nowhere reliable to stuff the goods into and escape at the same time.
>Cars are always trapped within the masses, most have nothing to steal from them.
>Riots are tipping them over, and any semblance of safety has to retreat inside where the windows are boarded up.
>There are around thirty people around here, throwing beer bottles at cars and bricks at shop windows.
>Glass shatters, store shelves are cleared of what little they had left, and fires inevitably begin to rise inside of the buildings.
>A lot of these looters stupidly decided to wait until after all of the best stuff in the shops were gone before going in by force and taking whatever.
>Of course the shops would count on everything being taken out anyway since they can’t exactly move their shops away, for the most part, that is.
>And only an idiot who deserved to lose their revenue would leave their cash registers in the stores on Purge Night. That one’s a no-brainer.
>It’s gonna be a fun time cleaning up and renovating the town tomorrow, but it helps build a more tight-nit community. Most of the looters are from out of town anyway.
>”lol hey bro, that town does purge night let’s go looting there” “lmao okay lemme get my bat and molotov cocktail”
>How funny it is that the town/cities that don’t do purge night have to have an increased police presence, many of which are from the towns participating in purge night.
>The crowds continue to loot until they start to scatter upon hearing the sound of thundering motors.
>About thirty-eight of them… thirty-eight motorcycles.
>For the one-percenter bikers, Purge Night is Field Day.
>The world that they’re used to spills into the lives of everyone else, and they’re the only ones who know the way through that world.
>They put terror onto the streets, more terror than there was before, and the people before the scurry like rodents int o the darkest corners for protection.
>Even in a world with laws, these gruff men would strongly consider killing someone who crossed them. They lived their whole lives on the road, disobeying the law, riding with their brothers until the day they die.
>And now they ride slowly through the streets with guns, machetes and axes raised, like it’s straight out of a movie.
>At the most brazen state one will ever see them in; as long as the night is still, they are dying to kill with prying will.
>And another great street block robbery commences.
>Not even hesitating to start firing warning shots, not hesitant to turn those warning shots more lethal.
>Most people left their wallets at home, and some less fortunate ones are pushed to the ground to be attacked on the spot with all of their belongings stripped from their possession.
>Iron horses barely catch the wake of Rainbow Dash flying past them.
>She creeps around them, almost completely unseen.
>By the time someone turns to look, she already left their line of sight.
>Is this even a person? There’s no way a human being can move this fast.
>She goes to the massive metal pot where the confiscated wallets are being pooled.
>One tall biker has been carrying it around, getting more tired the longer he stays on his feet with it as the pot gets heavier with loot until he covers it with a tarp and straps it back to his bike.
>A blade runs across the back of his knees; he can’t see who was holding it.
>He cries out before a loud clanging sound is sparked between the pot and the street.
>Another tall biker with a long beard turns around to face Rainbow Dash after he briefly spots her, instinctively knowing when someone’s trying to pickpocket on a new level.
>Her looks back to where his friend kneels.
>Where did the metal pot go?
>Another loud clanging sound prompts a couple of shotgun blasts to ring through the night breeze.
>The pot is overturned, and people hearing the commotion cry out and duck for cover.
>”What’s going on?” He shifts around in his leather jacket, swinging his ax around when he hears rapid footsteps all around him.
>He steps towards a couple of the rioters, already ready to accuse and swing at anyone he deems to be making this night escalate into what he’s prepared for.
>A rioter in a hockey mask picks up an aluminum trash can and hurls it at the biker before running off.
>The biker slams the ax into the side of the trash can and shakes it off of the blade that pierced it.
>Starts running after the rioter who is replace by three of his buddies.
>But they all back up when they see how much taller and filled out the biker is than them.
>And he’s only stepping at them faster, red in the face and swinging his ax with intention of delivering fatal blows.
>A rioter from behind takes his golf club and swings it at the biker’s head, but the direct hit doesn’t do much.
>His target turns around and swings in one motion, nearly taking his leg off and sending him falling to the street screaming in agony.
>The biker turns to look back where his brothers are to find that the contents of the pot are suddenly gone.
>A wine bottle then comes across the back of his head and and shatters, but it doesn’t take him down and he runs over to the overturned pot to seek out the stolen gold.
>His friend who had been carrying the pot struggles to stand up with dark blood staining much of the back of his jeans, cursing in pain at the sky.
>”Where’d it all go?” The standing biker hollers.
>”Behind you!” The one on his side cries out. “Look out!”
>In the blink of an eye, a gun barrel is placed at the bottom of the standing man’s spine and he’s down in one bang, his body stiffened.
>More of his brothers instantly come to his aid and try to grab ahold of Rainbow Dash; she keeps maneuvering around them.
>The hordes of people they were brandishing their guns at now start to close in on them, but back away once more after more shots are fired at them.
>There’s still more than thirty of these guys and a slightly smaller number of less armed people in the riot crowd.
>No one can get a good lock on their target when it moves like this, one even shoots his own brother in the arm.
>She goes between the men with guns without fear of getting shot herself because most of them can’t react fast enough without losing all accuracy.
>Rainbow Dash can travel between their world, between their perception of space and time.
>Between their preparation for robbing the crowd on the only night they can expect no police to be coming after them afterward.
>And she sweeps one more man’s leg to make him fall directly on his bike before he tries to mount it.
>She grabs his pistol in favor of conserving the ammo in her own; that’s for the neighborhoods with more to take.
>Leaps behind some of them and knocks their rifles and guns out of their hands before they can raise them, and shoots them in the tailbone at point blank range to keep them stunned on their feet for just long enough to empty their pockets.
>People on the sidelines stay back and watch this unnaturally fast blur take down the large men one by one, picking them off in a quiet fury in the middle of a loud chorus of gunfire.
>They drop like flies.
>Bodies hitting the asphalt like raindrops at the beginning of a storm.
>Rainbow Dash almost feels like she’d be faster than the bullets themselves, even though this is still most likely untrue.
>All she really needs is to be faster than their reflexes.
>The remaining bikers huddle together after the pistol gunshots cease, and their own from the shotguns and rifles are the only ones they can hear.
>The back up into a cluster with barrels raised, all of them facing outward in search for the girl they’re trying to drop to the street.
>There she is, behind a telephone pole.
>One man points to her and fires a couple of preliminary shots.
>Rainbow Dash has to duck for cover now with a barrage of lead pinning her to the position she’s at.
>These men seethe now, seeing half a dozen of their own brothers lying motionless on the street, leaking more than a flowerpot full of water.
>The advantage of surprise was fun while it lasted, now the bikers have their eyes glued to Rainbow Dash’s position.
>Their gun barrels following their eyes and their fingers glued to the triggers.
>No one shoots, there’s a pause in the commotion, and the surrounding rioters, what’s left of them, hide behind whatever they can.
>”You’re dead now!” One biker strays from his group a little to get a closer look at where he can hit Rainbow with a bullet.
>He sees her elbow sticking out and wastes no time in taking the opportunity.
>But he misses, and Rainbow escapes to new cover before the others start shooting at her as well.
>She’d be dead if she couldn’t move this fast.
>But now she can’t get up close to them without them firing at will.
>It’s hard to know when they’re going to run out of ammunition, and they don’t seem like they’re worried about such a thing.
>They’re starting to get closer again, mad as all hell.
>Rainbow Dash looks at her side bag to see all of the loot she’s stuffed into it.
>She’s all nice and warmed up now, and she’s gained all she could from the downtown riot scene.
>With this, she turns around and sprints away far from the gunfire and far from empty-handed.
>They couldn’t keep her from getting away.
>Rainbow Dash returns to the parked bus in about a minute.
>”You’re alive!” Pinkie Pie chimes at her with a bear hug.
>”They got bikers and stuff down there.” Replies Rainbow. “Like fifty of them.”
>Indigo gasps excitedly. “There’s a biker gang doing this? Aw. I wanna see that.”
>”They were just basically robbing everyone. Like a heist.”
>”But that’s ballin’ as hell, Rainbow! I wanna see.”
>”I wanna ride a bike!” Shouts Pinkie.
>”Yeah, we’ll they’re shooting at everyone who comes hear them now. Let’s see what we got here.” Rainbow Dash turns to the bag full of goods.
>”Yo, Zest!” Indigo walks up to her friend and slips her headphones off.
>”What? Whaddaya want?”
>”There’s a biker gang heisting everyone downtown!”
>”Whaaaaaat? No way!”
>”Rainbow, can you at least have Pinkie drive us kinda close so we can see it going down? This is like the coolest thing!”
>Rainbow Dash sighs. “Hey, Pinkie!”
>…
>Rarity notices that her car is starting to run low on gas.
>She needs to find the way out of this neighborhood and fast before someone else sees her driving around.
>How did she even get lost in the first place?
>It’s almost midnight, now. She shouldn’t be here anymore.
>Rarity turns a few corners in some working class neighborhood that seems suspiciously empty for a night like this.
>She does not want to stay here, not with everything going on, and not with everything that could be going on in this place once people start coming outside.
>Rarity just can’t believe how she got lost so easily.
>Shouldn’t she know her way around town at this point?
>She obviously doesn’t know this side of town very well, apparently. Especially when it’s dark and nighttime.
>And she’s a little disoriented from the fear and all that. That’s definitely playing a part in it.
>Rarity slowly drives to where she knows the main road leading to the highway simply has to be.
>But the girl keeps her chin up, ready to start up any more force fields if she needs to.
>Her car goes around a couple more corners then stops upon finding a couple of flames in front of it that block the path.
>And it doesn’t take long for Rarity to make out the voices coming from behind them. The voices are followed by footsteps.
>She instinctively backs her car away from them, knowing that her car is a very prosperous target for the looters because of how upper-class it makes her look by default.
>Rarity suddenly hears something at the back of her car, something hitting the bumper, probably.
>Nope, it’s a pair of hands slamming on the back of the car, almost somewhat trying to keep the car from backing up any further.
>”What the… get away!” Rarity spins the steering wheel and decides to just veer off down the street in front of her and find a way around the fires.
>Something shatters against the windshield, a bottle.
>More stuff is thrown at the car, and Rarity begins to panic.
>She generates a forcefield right away and pushes the group of guys standing in front of the car away as soon as she can get a lock on them with her vision and focus.
>They’re very affected by it at first, but soon continue to advance towards the car.
>Rarity huffs and gets ready to deliver another barrier before the shattering of glass at the back window shatters her confidence and strength.
>Her frown grows deep, and she peers behind herself with her arms flailing to get into position to make another shield in the direction behind her where two men in hoods climb into the back of the car.
>Now Rarity begins to scream, interrupted by baseball bats and bricks colliding with the windshield at the front of the car.
>Now she’s surrounded, and she immediately slams on the gas pedal.
>But the two men in hoods in the back have already crept their way into the car, and Rarity tries to use a free hand to push them out with a force field but misses.
>Her other hand on the steering wheel loses control, and the car runs right into a bunch of bushes that slow it to a halt.
>Several more men in hoods follow the car with their melee weapons in hand.
>The two who made it into the car start grabbing at Rarity, and they get ahold of her wrists before she can muster up another force field.
>The rest of the men pile onto the car, smashing the windows, getting the doors to swing open, and barging their way inside.
>Rarity frees her arms for a second as they all pounce on her, creating a haphazard force field that does very little to push the men away from her.
>It fails and fizzles away, and they all rush her once again, this time five of them at once inside of the cramped car.
>Rarity is torn away from her seat and pinned down, arms held too far apart to keep the magic from fading out before a new force field spell can even begin.
>Three or four more men climb into the vehicle as Rarity screams louder and louder.
>…
>Sunset can just feel that something is horribly wrong regarding Rarity.
>She can’t sleep.
>It starts to feel even worse when she hears people start to pound on her windows and doors, only to find the ajar sliding glass door to the kitchen that she deliberately left open.
>She listens to the intruders walk around the house for a couple of minutes, first floor… second floor, almost certainly including the basement in their search too.
>They definitely saw that the place is turnt upside down, and was definitely already looted for all they know.
>They leave before ten minutes have past.
>But Sunset still feels as though something absolutely horrifying is happening to Rarity right now.
>She can just feel it, even more so when she holds her geode close.
>The feeling makes her want to cross her arms and legs.
>Sunset eventually finds the resolve it takes to sleep, feeling the looming sensation she was feeling suddenly lift.
>Rarity will surely be okay, right?
>…
>Twilight has already gone silent, praying that no one makes it to her place or enters it.
>So far, a lot of the noises of violence seem distant. So at least that’s a good thing.
>She doesn’t text Sunset, too tired now and might as well sleep through yet another purge night that this town very stupidly agreed to.
>It’s not even going to be worth looking back and laughing at considering the costs in damages. Why would a society do this?
>…
>Fluttershy has already fallen asleep inside of the hollow tree.
>Nothing else happens for her in the night; the bears and wolves are protecting her.
>She sleeps soundly.
>…
>Applejack finally has her turn to take a sleep shift, around 12:30.
>She’s been guarding the property with her shotgun and super-strength geode at her aide.
>Her family is safe, and the Apple Family property is protected for yet another year’s Purge Night.
>Even before the sun rises, she can go to sleep well assured.
>…
>As for Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash, they continue to do bad things all the way until the break of dawn.
>Lemon Zest and Indigo Zap went on to see if the biker gang was still downtown celebrating their Purge Night.
>They turned out to be okay at the end, having some fun of their own as Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie went on a mini road trip all along the highways in the bus.
>Wildly speeding around, getting a rush from the wind blowing through their hair.
>Pinkie Pie releases her explosives into the night air, leaving a trail of fireworks and laughing giddily all the way.
>They still keep going after the sun comes up; the 24 hours isn’t up yet.
>Both of the girls take the perfect opportunity to break all speed laws and race over to anywhere they can.
>Rainbow Dash departing the bus briefly to loot a store or a house or two, a few times in richer neighborhoods.
>She manages to get past all their security systems, adrenaline pumping form her wild night. Geode glowing and turning her into a blur that cannot be stopped.
>Guard dogs can’t catch up to her.
>She leaps fences, scales walls, breaks windows, takes what she wants.
>With Pinkie Pie, basically her “getaway driver”, cheering her on the whole time.
>The bus is really only used to store more and more stolen goods.
>Rainbow Dash cleans out the valuables in houses like the Grinch stealing Christmas.
>With Santa-Tier speeds.
>Time to make sure she has more than others.
>Then she and Pinkie finally tucker out of energy and hurry off back home before the official end of the Purge.
>All of their treasures… they take to their homes, to their houses, to their rooms, keep for themselves.
>Yet another glorious victory for the bold and versatile.
~
>Word of Rarity’s disappearance soon starts to spread among the group of friends.
>The whole missing person’s report process is done, drama is had.
>But hey, that just comes with the territory on Purge Night.
>Black Friday’s a bitch.
Finito.