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- >Thok
- >Sunset turned in bed as a dull crack interrupted her sleep.
- >Thwak!
- >She grunted, pulling the pillow tighter over her head.
- >Damn neighbors.
- >With a sigh, she gradually dozed off.
- >THUD!
- >rumblerumblerumble
- >Sunset bolted upright.
- >Okay, THAT came from inside her apartment!
- >She clutched her blankets to her chest, blindly fumbling for her bedside baseball bat.
- >Teeth clenched, she cast about for the intruder, rubbing the grit from her eyes.
- >Nobody was around.
- >It was a small apartment, only one room.
- >Nowhere to hide.
- >She relaxed. Must have been upstairs.
- >Yeah, that made sense.
- >Thin floors and all.
- >Her eyes laser focused on a pale yellow ball, totally out of place in the middle of her floor.
- >She gripped the bat harder.
- >”H-hello?”
- >CRACK!
- >She jumped as something heavy smashed against her window.
- >Hey eyes went from the half open window to the ball on the floor.
- >”Damn it Pinkie, you’re gonna invalidate my deposit.”
- >She scowled, pushing herself out of bed.
- >Grabbed the ball, and threw the window open.
- >”WHAT DO YOU WANT!?”
- >She heard drunken snickering.
- >That… wasn’t Pinkie.
- “Aaaaye, Shimmer!” giggled a dark figure.
- >”The fu- Aria!?”
- “It’s Aria!” the figure chuckled, stepping out of the shadows.
- >The pale light of a street sign revealed familiar pigtails and a ratty hoodie.
- >The girl tossed something and caught it. A black ball.
- >Sunset spluttered. “What the- Are you… I haven’t seen you since the music festival! Why are you throwing billiard balls at my apartment!?”
- “Because I don’t know your cell number!”
- >Sunset glanced up at the sky, pitch black but rimmed with the pervasive glow of a city at night.
- >”Aria. It is three o’clock. In the Celestia-damned morning.”
- >Aria shrugged.
- “You coming down or not?”
- >Sunset rubbed her eyes. “No, I’m not coming down. I’m trying to sleep, and I don’t feel like falling for whatever crazy schemes you and your sisters have cooked up.”
- “Dagi’s dead.”
- >Sunset’s heart stopped.
- >She stared at the other girl, wide-eyed.
- >Adagio Dazzle, lead singer of the Dazzlings?
- >The leader of the sirens who were banished from Equestria?
- >The girl who almost took over Canterlot High with barely a drop of magic?
- >Dead?
- >”What? I-”
- >She was cut off by Aria’s mad, cackling laughter.
- “Haaah! You shoulda seen your face!”
- “Whoa-” the former siren barely ducked the 9 ball Sunset hurled at her head. “Hey!”
- >”Fuck off and good night!” Sunset spat, grabbing the bottom of the window.
- “Are you sure you wanna do that…” Aria’s tone was taunting, mocking, “Flanksy?”
- >Sunset stopped dead.
- >”What did you call me?”
- >Aria grinned, and held up a cell phone. The screen glowed in the dusky night of the alleyway, but was too far to make out what was on it.
- >But Sunset could guess.
- >”Are you blackmailing me?”
- >Aria shrugged.
- “Depends.”
- >Sunset narrowed her eyes.
- >”On what?”
- >Aria grinned.
- “I wanna do some crimes. You in?”
- >”I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Sunset muttered to herself as she pulled on her street clothes.
- >Black jeans, dark shirt, black jacket and black cap.
- >Not that she actually intended to do anything illegal.
- >No way. No how. Not with someone like Aria around.
- >But better safe than sorry.
- >Wouldn’t do to get caught up in the Dazzlings’ shenanigans wearing a bright yellow “arrest me” shirt.
- >And so she found herself in a back alley in the middle of the night with a girl that was a criminal in at least two dimensions.
- >”Fine. You got me here. What do you want?”
- “I told you,” Aria scoffed haughtily, “We’re gonna do some crime.”
- >”Uhuh,” Sunset said. She found herself edging away from the pigtails girl.
- >Now that she was closer, Aria looked… off.
- >More than normal.
- >Her clothes were ruffled and dirty, and she reeked of booze.
- >“And what makes you think I wanna get in on this ‘crime’?” she asked.
- >Aria shrugged.
- “Dunno. I’m bored.”
- >”Oh yeah?” Sunset narrowed her eyes. Then she blinked. “Are you… barefoot?”
- “Are you naked?” Aria shot back, turning and stalking off down the street.
- >”What!?” Sunset stumbled, taken aback. “Of course not, you can see what I’m wearing.”
- “Then don’t ask stupud questions with obvious answers.”
- >Sunset exhaled a long, suffering sigh.
- >”Fine. Let me rephrase. WHY. Are you barefoot?”
- “Because fuck you, that’s why!”
- >”SHUT THE FUCK UP, PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP”
- “FUCK YOURSELF! YOUR MOTHER’S A WHORE!” Aria shot back, chucking her 8 ball at a random window with a light on.
- >CRASH
- “Uh oh,” Aria swore, “book it!”
- >”Aria!” Sunset shouted, bolting after the fleeing siren.
- >”Why do you have those!”
- “Stop asking stupid questions!”
- “Ow. Ow.”
- >Aria hissed, pulling another shard of glass out of her bloody sole.
- >”So what did we learn?” Sunset asked smugly.
- >Aria glared at her, then leaned back against the wall of the alley they were in. She ruffled through her pockets for a moment, producing a cigarette and lighter.
- “Whatever.”
- >She flicked the catch, raising the tiny flame to her cig.
- “I’d offer you one,” she said, exhaling a lungful of smoke, “but, y’know, you’re kind of a bitch.”
- >Sunset rolled her eyes. “I’m not the one knocking on people's windows in the middle of the night.”
- >Aria shrugged.
- >”Anyway, I don’t smoke.” She eyed the glowing cherry between Aria’s fingers. “Those things’ll kill you, you know.”
- >Aria laughed.
- “Yep.”
- >She took another drag.
- >Sunset shifted, shuffling her feet.
- >She glanced around at the empty railyard.
- >”So, what are we doing here?”
- >She held up a hand to forestall Aria’s retort.
- >”If you say ‘crimes’ I’m gonna hit you.”
- >Aria’s eyes rolled back as she tilted her head in thought.
- “Mmm… illegal activities.”
- >”Aria…” Sunset said warningly.
- >Aria huffed.
- “Trespassing, vandalism, and underaged drinking… for now.”
- >”Okay,” Sunset said slowly, “We’ve done… none of that so far.”
- >Aria scoffed, and pushed herself up, gingerly walking on the balls of her feet.
- >She led Sunset to the end of the alleyway, where the street ended and a gravelly hill sloped down toward the railyard.
- >She pointed toward the chain link fence.
- “Trespassing.”
- >She lurched over toward a dumpster, heaved herself partway over the edge and hauled out an oversized duffle bag, throwing it toward Sunset.
- “Vandalism.”
- >She hoisted herself up again and snagged a hefty bottle wrapped in a paper bag.
- >Tearing off the bag, she twisted the bottle to show Sunset the label.
- >Vodka. Stupid proof.
- “Underage Drinking.”
- >”Where did you get that?”
- >Aria stared at Sunset, one eyebrow raised.
- >”Right,” Sunset sighed, “no stupid questions.”
- >Aria chuckled, leaning against the dumpster and sliding back down to her ass.
- “Damn right.”
- >Shrugging in defeat, Sunset slid down next to her, stowing the duffel bag on her other side.
- >It rattled with a hollow, metallic sound.
- >Curious, she pulled the zipper.
- >Just as she thought.
- >Spray paint.
- >”Well that’s a relief, I thought you wanted to rob a bank,” she chuckled awkwardly.
- “Nah,” Aria said dismissively, twisting off the cap. “That’s second date stuff.”
- >Sunset shot her a bemused look as she upended the bottle, splashing a shot’s worth over her lacerated foot.
- >”A date huh? That what this is?”
- >Aria hissed as the alcohol burned her soles.
- “What did I say about stupid questions?”
- >Sunset rolled her eyes, swiping the bottle.
- >She took a long pull, and gagged.
- >That stuff was FOUL.
- >Compared to Applejack’s family cider, or the wine bottles Rarity sometimes smuggled to their sleepovers, this stuff was like drinking formaldehyde.
- >Aria scowled, snatching the bottle back.
- “You don’t like it, don’t drink it.”
- >She took a big swig, coughed, and glared at the bottle as she punched her chest.
- “This shit is awful.”
- >She took another swig and handed it back to Sunset.
- >”Yup,” Sunset said after another pull, “just as bad the second time.”
- >They sat in silence a while longer, passing the bottle back and forth as a faint trail of smoke wafted from Aria’s cig.
- >Eventually, it burned out, and Aria snuffed the butt against the ground.
- >”Your feet feeling any better?”
- “Nope. Let’s go.”
- >They stowed the half empty bottle in the bag and Sunset hoisted it over her shoulder.
- >As they began making their way down the hill, Sunset worked up the courage to ask.
- >”So, what you said before…”
- “Huh?”
- >”That name. Flanksy.”
- “Oh, that.” Aria snickered.
- “You aren’t subtle. Lots of people know about you. Well, not you, you. But your tag.”
- >”Oh,” Sunset said.
- >Aria smirked knowingly.
- “But I know.”
- >She pulled out her phone, opened an image.
- >Sunset caught a glimpse of a gritty photo. A colorful mural, and a girl.
- >A familiar girl. Wearing a familiar jacket and a familiar cap, and a shock of familiar red hair.
- >She glanced down at herself sheepishly.
- >”Ah.”
- “Yeah. Ah. Thought it would be funny to turn you into the cops. But uh, I ain’t exactly in the clear myself.”
- >She actually looked… embarrassed?
- >Sunset hefted the bag on her shoulder, and something clicked.
- >”You- you’re a street artist too!”
- >Aria shot her an incredulous look.
- >One that said “You’re just putting this together now!?”
- >”I mean-” Sunset stuttered.
- >She thought back, to other street art she’d seen, other tags.
- >One stuck out, a jagged black serpent, edged with a deep purple.
- >Her eyes widened.
- >”You! You’re Black Adder!”
- >Aria sketched a mocking bow.
- “The same.”
- >Sunset’s eyes widened and she grinned. “That’s amazing! I’ve admired your work!”
- >She paused for a moment as another thought struck her.
- >”Hey, wait a minute…”
- >”I’ve got a bone to pick with you!”
- >Aria raised an eyebrow.
- “Just one?”
- >”You ruined my best work!”
- “Did I?”
- >”Last month! On Mane and Seabiscuit!”
- >Aria scoffed.
- “That tacky piece? It deserved what it got. Besides, I made it better.”
- >Sunset fumed.
- >The piece had been one of her favorites, a ten foot tall mural of an elegant, rearing alicorn.
- >She’d worked on it for the better part of a week, sneaking out after midnight and almost getting caught twice.
- >Trying to remember every detail, to capture the beauty, the ethereal power of the creature she’d seen at…
- >Ah.
- >The Battle of the Bands.
- >”Oh… I- I guess I can see how that rubbed you the wrong way.”
- “No shit,” Aria replied acidly.
- >Aria and her sister’s had been on the receiving end of the full force of that alicorn’s power.
- >It had wrecked their performance, and shattered the gems that harnessed the last of their Equestrian magic.
- >That explained the image of the coiling black serpent that had appeared overnight, strangling the alicorn and sinking its fangs into its neck.
- >”That!” Sunset stuttered, “Okay fair, but-but that’s still like a- a breach of etiquette!”
- > Aria rolled her eyes.
- “Bite me.”
- >Sunset huffed.
- >She opened her mouth to retort, but held her tongue.
- >Couldn’t really blame her for that one.
- >Besides, the end result did look kinda cool...
- >Maybe she could let it slide.
- >Either way, now wasn’t the time for arguing.
- >They were at the fence now, and a bit of caution was called for.
- >It wasn’t exactly max sec, but there was a guardhouse on the far side of the yard near the gate, and a soft glow poured from the window.
- >Aria held up a hand for caution, then scampered up the fence, easily scaling the chain link with the help of her toes.
- >Sunset heaved, chucking the bag over to Aria before grabbing the fence herself.
- >She took a last look toward the gatehouse and began climbing.
- >Her boots actually made it a little harder, but she was glad to have them once she was over as the gravel crunched underfoot.
- >Either way, Aria didn’t seem to mind.
- >She was waiting with the bag, arms crossed as her fingers tapped her bicep impatiently.
- “Come ON,” she hissed.
- >Sunset rolled her eyes, giving her hand a dismissive flip.
- >”Lead the way, boss.”
- >Aria scoffed, turning into the railyard.
- >The place was a maze of railcars, mostly big yellow boxcars with the occasional flatbed or coal carrier.
- >Aria navigated the artificial aisles and alleyways with little care, leading them deep into the yard.
- >Sunset looked around with a sense of wonder, the same feeling you get when you find yourself in an empty parking lot at 2am.
- >Which, she supposed, was accurate in a sense.
- >The massive cars towered overhead, blocking out the dim ambiance of the city lights.
- >Finally, Aria stopped, apparently satisfied that they were suitably lost among the behemoths.
- >She dropped the bag, waving to her chosen canvas.
- >A tall boxcar, relatively new, with no rust yet and barely any graffitti.
- >Sunset sidled up beside her, eyeing her selection with the look of a professional.
- >”Yeah,” she nodded, “Yeah, that’ll do nicely.”
- >She grinned, turning to Aria just in time to see the siren conceal her own.
- “Yeah, no shit,” Aria blustered, “‘s why I fuckin chose it.”
- >”Right,” Sunset nodded. “So, what did you have in mind?”
- >Aria shot her a dirty glare.
- “What did I say-”
- >”-About stupid questions.” Sunset huffed. “Yeah, I got it. Freestyle then?”
- “Freestyle.”
- >Crack.
- >Snap.
- >Hiss.
- >Shooka-shooka.
- >Hiss.
- >Shooka-shooka.
- >Pop.
- >Hiss.
- >Paint cans have their own brand of music, their own language in the dead of night when the ordinary folk- and cops- are asleep.
- >It’s a language of freedom, a language of self-expression.
- >And, tonight, it is the language of crime.
- >Sunset set upon the canvass with fiery shades of pink and red, the better to compliment the pale orange backdrop.
- >Her vision took shape in cloudy, nebulous forms, billowing out from a central point.
- >Aria attacked the car with practiced vision, striking with sharp blacks and purples as jagged shapes and harsh shadows began creeping from her chosen corner.
- >And something magical began to appear.
- >On one side, a swirl of light and fire.
- >On the other, a shadow of death.
- >More colors joined the fray. White, greys, golden yellow and poisonous greens.
- >Until the image began to reveal itself.
- >A mighty alicorn, glowing like the sun.
- >Her mane sunlight and her wings fire.
- >A three headed hydra, dark and brooding.
- >Two heads snapping at the third as it stretched for the alicorn with its mouth agape.
- >A swirling globe where their energies clashed, dark shadows marring the white core.
- >the empty spaces were filled with music notes, half swirling and beautiful, half jagged and broken.
- >Finally, the song stopped.
- >The spent cans were dropped on the ground, the artists stepping back to admire their handiwork.
- >”It’s…”
- “Yeah.”
- >It was the battle of the bands.
- >Not in so many words, but there it was.
- >They were silent a moment, taking in the details of the others contribution.
- >The Alicorn’s coat was highlighted with a rainbow of colors, reflecting the elements that were released in the conflict.
- >The serpent’s black scales glistened with hints of blue, purple and gold.
- >A crimson heart lay shattered into three pieces against its chest, burning with a rainbow flame.
- >It had happened without planning, without words or Equestrian magic.
- >Just the simple magic of expression. And for a moment, they were… not friends, exactly.
- >Partners, perhaps.
- >But close.
- >”You there!”
- >The two started, suddenly blinded by white light.
- >The snarl of a dog and crunch of footsteps set them running.
- “Fuck!”
- >”Shit, shit, shit shit!”
- >The ducked around a car, losing the light, but the thudding gait of some ill tempered guard dog was hot on their trail.
- >They turned another corner, blindly running back the way they came.
- >No sign of the fence, but they had a general idea of the direction.
- >The main thing was, away from the guard.
- >They rounded another corner, and a dark shape shot out from under a train car, driving Aria to the ground.
- >”Oh no you don’t!” Sunset screamed, swinging the duffel bag at the canine as hard as she could.
- >It whirled on her, snapping at the bag and tearing it out of her hands, but it gave Aria enough time to book it.
- >Sunset lashed out with her foot, catching it’s snout with her heel.
- “Catch!”
- >Sunset jolted, barely nabbing the silver canister before the dog charged again.
- >No time to think!
- >She turned the spray can on the mutt, blasting it full in the face with silvery paint.
- >It yelped, jumping away and viciously scraping its snout on the gravel to rid itself of the fumes stinging its eyes and nose.
- >Sunset ran and booked it just as the light found her again, followed by the overweight security guard.
- >”I’ll get you, you little crook! What the hell did you do to my dog!?”
- >Sunset just ran, not sparing him a second glance as the fence was finally within sight.
- >Aria was already halfway by the time Sunset reached her, and Sunset was half up by the time the dog did.
- >”Gah!”
- >Sunset screamed, gripping the fence for dear life as vicious jaws tore at her jacket.
- “Fuck OFF you little bitch!” Aria screamed.
- >She swayed at the top of the fence, the glint of a billiard ball in her right hand.
- >Her hand scythed violently as she released the ball, sending it into the mutt’s skull with a dull crack.
- >The dog fell back with a whimper, releasing Sunset’s coat just long enough for her to scramble over.
- >The guard arrived just in time to watch their backs as they retreated up the hill, his dog raging uselessly against the fence.
- >They ducked around a corner as the barking dog was joined by a stream of expletives.
- >Finally, they stopped, doubling over to catch their breath several streets away from the depot.
- “Haha, holy shit that was awesome. We almost fucking died!”
- >Sunset, gasping for breath, presented a single finger in response, making Aria cackle even harder.
- >”That was… stupid and dangerous…”
- “Aaand?”
- >Sunset laughed, leaning against the wall for support.
- >”And the best damn piece I’ve ever done.”
- >Aria grinned.
- “Damn right. The danger fuels the artistic vision, or something.”
- >Sunset chuckled.
- >”Yeah, or something.”
- >They fell into silence again, and Aria lit another cigarette.
- >Sunset frowned, but bit her lip before she could comment.
- >Aria looked… drained. Exhausted.
- >Dirty clothes, unkempt hair.
- >Dark crescents under her eyes.
- >Something stirred in Sunset as she realized that she looked skinnier too.
- >”So…” she said slowly, “I haven’t really seen you since the music festival.”
- >Aria shot her a look askance.
- “You saw us perform?”
- >Sunset blushed. She’d forgotten in all the excitement, there’d been a lot of magic and some time shenanigans going around.
- >”Uh… yeah. Part of it anyway.”
- >Aria wouldn’t remember the… incident with the van.
- >Thank Celestia.
- >Aria nodded, apparently satisfied.
- “We were good, right?”
- >Sunset swallowed. “Um…”
- >Aria scoffed.
- “Yeah, didn’t think so. That autotune crap can't match up to real magic.”
- >Sunset scratched her neck apologetically.
- >”Sorry.”
- “Whatever.”
- >A car passed by, briefly flashing its lights down the alley.
- >”So uh, how are your sisters then?”
- >Aria growled, flicking her cigarette to the ground.
- >Sunset winced as she ground it out with her bare foot.
- “They’re dead.” She said flatly.
- >Sunset narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
- >”Like, ‘dead,’ dead, or…?”
- “Dead to me,” Aria spat.
- “Adagio’s busy locking clams with some rich bitch, and Sonata ran off with the van to take some gig in Mane. Haven’t seen her since.”
- >”Oh,” Sunset said quietly. “Do they…”
- “What?” Aria snapped, “Know I’m out on the street?”
- >Sunset bit her tongue and nodded.
- >Aria scoffed.
- “Adagio probably thinks I’m with Sonata, and Sonata probably thinks I’m with Adagio. Sonata’s too stupid to ask and Dagi doesn’t care.”
- >She scowled, clenching a fist.
- “It doesn’t matter. I’m fine on my own! We managed this far in this shitty world with just each other, I can manage it alone without those two idiots weighing me down.”
- >The words struck Sunset like a gut punch.
- >She knew those feelings, if not the exact words.
- >That feeling of betrayal from someone who was as close as family.
- >Of wrongs, real or perceived, it made no difference.
- >Of deciding to go it alone.
- >Loneliness…
- >So…
- >That’s why she’d shown up at her doorstep, chucking billiard balls at her window.
- >”Hey,” Sunset said gently.
- “What?” Aria snapped.
- >”Wanna knock over a convenience store?”
- “...”
- >Aria stared at her, dumbfounded.
- “...Yeah, yeah I think I do.”
- >The Triple Crown was one of those 24 hour chains that was never more than a few blocks away from any point in the city.
- >Cloudy street lights cast the pumps into that pale yellow dusk that so pervades those nighttime urban streets.
- >By contrast, the almost sterile white light pouring from the open windows was like a lighthouse, cutting through the fog of the early morning, a guiding light for those rare souls that were already up at this hour, or who’d never been asleep.
- >The girl at the counter barely spared a glance at the pair that stepped into the empty store.
- >A girl in a black jacket, her hair tucked up into a cap.
- >Another girl, or maybe a very skinny dude, head hunched down hiding under a hood.
- >She scoffed, attention returning to her phone.
- >Fucking teenagers.
- >She tapped at her phone, barely paying attention as one began browsing the shelves and the other headed for the bathrooms.
- >Sunset bit her lip, eyeing the cashier peripherally as she pretended to study a rack of candy bars.
- >She seemed preoccupied.
- >Carefully, Sunset swiped and pocketed a nutty caramel bar, watching for any reaction.
- >Nothing.
- >She turned a corner, careful to keep her head down to hide her face from any security cameras as she lifted a peanut butter cup and a packet of cookies, slowly making her way to the drink coolers at the back.
- >That was the real goal of her mission.
- >Aria turned the lock on the bathroom door as it slipped closed behind her.
- >She looked around, cracking her knuckles.
- >Time to work.
- >First the toilet.
- >A wad of paper towels into the bowl, followed by half the role of toilet paper.
- >Then the sink.
- >She plugged the drain, stuffing it with the rest of the TP and turning the faucet on full blast.
- >Finally she cranked the handle on the toilet, flushing two, three times, until it started to gurgle dangerously and the water began to rise.
- >The girl at the counter started as she heard an all too familiar chuffing sound.
- >”Oh no, nonononono!” she begged, rushing around the counter.
- >”No no, please not on my shift!”
- >She barged into the restroom, shoving past the girl in the hoodie making a strategic retreat.
- >The little fucker!
- >No time to yell at her, she had to stop the toilet!
- >She ran in, nearly slipping on the wet tiles.
- >It was too late, water was already spilling out onto the floor.
- >She spun, running for the maintenance closet to grab a plunger.
- >”Fuck!”
- >Sunset made her move as soon as the cashier was past her.
- >She threw open the cooler, grabbing the first six pack she got her hands on.
- >She met up with Aria on her way out of the bathrooms.
- >The former siren shot her a smug grin, before swiping a box of snack cakes off the shelf.
- >”What did you do?” Sunset hissed.
- >Aria winked mockingly.
- >”Right. Stupid question.” Sunset rolled her eyes. “Let’s GO.”
- “One sec,” Aria said, jumping the counter.
- >She snatched a carton of cigarettes, knocking half a dozen others to the ground.
- >She turned, eyeing the cash till.
- >”Ari!” Sunset snapped.
- “Yeah, yeah,” Aria huffed, giving up in the locked register. She tucked the carton under her arm and rolled back over the counter.
- >Two seconds later, they were out the door.
- “Mm, I swear this shit tastes better stolen,” Aria muttered around a mouthful of frosting and carbs.
- >Sunset chewed on her chocolate bar guiltily.
- >”I dunno… I feel kinda bad…”
- >Aria scoffed, downing the rest of her cake with a swig from her bottle.
- “Pussy.”
- >Sunset shrugged, taking a sip from her own bottle of shitty beer.
- >An hour of aimless wandering, several counts of jaywalking, and a broken padlock had brought them to a familiar set of bleachers in a familiar school.
- “I don’t get you.” Aria muttered around another mouthful of saccharine sugar.
- >Sunset raised her eyebrow questioningly.
- “You’re whole… thing.” Aria went on, leaning back to lay across the bench.
- “When we arrived, we heard you were some kinda hardass, someone who stuck to her own rules who wouldn’t take shit from nobody.”
- >Another drink.
- “Then we met you, and you were this total whipped bitch, scared of your own shadow and playing to the tune of the principal and those sissy girls.”
- >Sunset leaned back on her elbows, looking up at the gradually brightening sky.
- >”I dunno, you caught me at a pretty vulnerable time. Maybe my most vulnerable. That power you felt? I got hit by the same, and probably twice as hard. That shit BURNED, from the inside out.”
- “So? Why did you give in?” Aria pressed. “Yeah, they beat you, boo-fucking-hoo. Man up, show ‘em who’s boss. Don’t crawl around kissing ass like a pussy.”
- >Sunset… shrugged. “I don’t know. They beat me, and I was done. I didn’t want to fight anymore. I didn’t want to be alone. So, when they offered a hand in friendship… I took it.”
- >Aria shook her head, pinching the bridge of her nose.
- “Come on, you were Equestrian, right? You used to BE somebody. You must have had power, or else you never woulda been banished to this shithole.”
- >Sunset flushed, hiding her chagrin behind another tip of the bottle.
- >”Yeah,” she wiped her eyes, “I was somebody. Or… thought I was. Student of the princess, destined for the throne.”
- >She laughed bitterly.
- >”Or that’s what I thought. Celestia- the Princess disagreed.”
- >Aria started, knocking her bottle off the bleacher with a clatter.
- >She sat up, fixing Sunset with a skeptical glare.
- “You. Were a student of the Sun Tyrant?”
- >Now it was Sunset’s turn to start. “What?” she asked with an incredulous snicker.
- >But Aria’s face was serious.
- “What? That funny to you? That monster wiped out my family, Shimmer.”
- >Sunset stared at her blankly.
- >”Nuh-uh, you’re messing with me again.” She laughed nervously.
- >Aria scowled.
- “I fucking am not. That bitch had us hunted down and slaughtered, just for siding with the moon princess.”
- >She turned and glared toward the school building.
- “It took all our power not to kill the principal when we met her. If she hadn’t been so easy to control, we would have.”
- >Sunset swallowed nervously.
- >”W-well, I’m glad you didn’t. Petty theft aside, murder is a lot harder to get away with!”
- “Not with our magic it wasn't,” Aria said darkly.
- >Sunset shifted uncomfortably.
- >”What- what about now?”
- >Aria scoffed.
- “Doesn’t matter. Anyone that weak couldn’t possibly be connected to the REAL Celestia.”
- >Sunset breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing muscles she hadn’t realized she’d tensed.
- >”That’s… that’s good. Principal Celestia has… she’s been very supportive of me. Much more than the… other one ever was. She’s the one that helped me find a place to stay.”
- “That shithole?” Aria scoffed.
- >Sunset shrugged. “It’s not so bad. I have everything I need, and it’s clean enough. I can afford it, more or less. It’s more than I could ask for, considering.”
- >Aria didn’t have much argument for that. She was dirty, barefoot, and living on the street.
- >... sitting less than a foot away from the girl responsible for that situation in the first place.
- >Sunset worried her lip awkwardly.
- >Her mind had gone more or less down the same track as Aria’s.
- >She really, REALLY shouldn’t take it for granted that this wasn’t some contrived revenge scheme.
- >But then, she’d met the Dazzlings, at the music festival. Even if Aria didn’t remember.
- >They’d been angry. Bitter. Hostile even. But not antagonistic. They'd just been…
- >There.
- >Living their lives.
- >And now one of them had lost her way.
- >Vulnerable?
- >Probably not. Sunset’s mind wandered back to the junkyard, a cue ball clobbering an angry guard dog.
- >Lonely?
- >Maybe, but certainly alone.
- >That was why she’d sought Sunset out, wasn’t it?
- >In the absence of her sisters, she was seeking the only person who would, or even could, understand her plight.
- >Or… maybe she was just bored, and the whole thing had been a drunken lark.
- >But she didn’t think so.
- >Aria was a lot like Applejack in some ways.
- >Tough. Stubborn. Proud.
- >Beyond asking for help.
- >But not beyond needing it, from time to time.
- >Sunset coughed, realizing she’d let the silence lapse for a while.
- >The sun was just beginning to peak over the horizon, painting the dusky skyline in a golden color.
- >She glanced over to her companion, who was lying back with her head in her hands, eyes closed against the encroaching sunlight.
- >”Hey, Aria?”
- “What?” Aria asked grouchily.
- >Sunset licked her lips, deliberating on the next part.
- >”You know, my place isn’t very big. But it’s got a shower. And a pull out couch. You know, if you ever needed a place to crash.”
- >Aria opened one eye, fixing Sunset with a skeptical glare.
- >She studied her face for a moment, then laughed incredulously.
- “What did I tell you about stupid questions?”
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