It darted under grabage cans and wove through the dark and cold alley ways. The crisp air cut when it passed, shadows leaped and the moon's light occationally caught it's form, but it never stopped. It couldn't, it shouldn't.
It was slowly losing speed, stumbling when it turned corners and ever so slightly losing control of it balance. They were after it, they weren't as fast as it but they knew the alley ways well; they weren't going to let thier prey go. They would play a game luring it out by the taunt silence they always cast out, caoxing it with false promises of an empty alleyway. They were everywhere, no use running but apperantly it didn't know that.
It tripped over it's on hoovse and faceplanted on the cold dirty gravel, it let out a startled cry upon the impact. They smiled and went after there pray with a sadistic smile on there lips. There small game had come to an end.

The dream slowly evaporated from my mind as reality kicked in, I opened my eyes, my room was lumenated dimly, making it look white washed.
I struggled with my sheets, trying to untangle myself, I had spent a good part of my night thrashing around about my next gig. I rolled over and toppled over the side of my bed. I clenched my teeth as my head hit the drawer next to my bed, pain seared through my head for a few seconds.The rest of my body had a smooth landing thanks to the bed sheets I was still tangled in.
I groaned, my head felt sore. It was throbbing, and it hurt like hell.
I dragged my self to the mirrior hanging on the door. My hair was a mess, not 'cool' messy like in my trade-mark look, but messy messy with tufts of hair going here and there. I looked tired too, my eyes had a distant look to them and my shoulders sagged. I didn't feel too hot either, I felt dehydrated and hot.
I opened the door and galloped down the hall to the kitchen, I grabbed a glass with my magic and filled it with water, downing it quickly. I didn't feel any better, I licked my dry lips and walked into my living room tossing the glass aside.
My livingroom felt cool and refreshing (I probably forgot to close a window), and the sofa was inviting. I slumped down against the sofa, letting gravity take it's heave and settle me amongst the cushions.
My thoughts idled around my next gig, I had to make a soundtrack for a party in Counterlott, it was one of those highly classed snob rich partys, under normal circumstances I wouldn't have accepted the offer, but I was running low on money. Besides Counterlott had a lot of clubs and only a minnimal amount of Djs I could up my fame this way. I was also looking foward to trying out the infamouse beer, said to knock a pony down with just one gulp.
The only pproblem I had with all this was the music I was expected to play there. Natruely I had to make the music melow and gracefull, I was doing pretty well, I had already made a couple remixes from a song by a fellow that goes by Mozart (Yeah, sure, that's his real name), but I wanted to make something orignal, Something...
I sighed and closed my eyes I still felt hot and dehydrated. The gig was next week I still had time, but time was trickling away like water in a broken vase.
I got up, propping myself against my elbows. I was tired, I didn't have the energy to write a music score, besides I didn't have the rescources I needed to make the music.
I let my self fall down against the sofa, even that made me clench my teeth from the impact my head had with the soft cushion.
Darkness edged from the corners of my eyes, I felt my self go slack not suddenly, but in a slow numbness that spread around my whole body. I closed my eyes and let the darkness over take me, snoring slightly.

Ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum, huff huff huff, CrAsH!
There eyes were those of a blood thirsty monster; shiny beady mean eyes. They were in ranks, row after row, there was no escape for there pray. Some held sticks as weapons, but most just had thier own hoovse to cause the pain, the old fashion way.
The small white filly backed away from them, her eyes were wide with terror as they advanced. There was no escaping. The alleyway had looming buildings on either side that cast a dark shadow, even if some one heard the fillys pleas for mercy they wouldn't have been able to see her, or help her for that matter.
The place ranked of garbage; food thrown out the window from the motel above. The air was cold and uninviting, even the moon seemed to do it's part by beaming down light to cast a bigger shadow. It filled the current sitaution nicely.
One of them broke from thier ranks and approached the white unicorn, she backed away, but the fence behind her trapped her in. The filly let out a strangled when she got hit, like an untold signal the rest of the ranks broke and advanced on the white filly. Kicking and punching, spilling blood and causing bruises.
And just like that they were gone, they had done there damage leaving the small white filly bleeding and on the brink of death.
The small filly spit out some blood and slowly got up and dragged her self over to the wall and leaned againsted it leting out a small fustraited sigh, she closed her eyes and layed her body down on the cold grimy conceret, gazing lazily a head of her. She barely noticed the darkness take her under it warm and welcoming cover.

I woke with a start, my body jerking up suddenly. I was damp with sweat, but I felt cold. I coughed out, it felt like some one was gripping my throat.
Letting out a haorse cough I hopped off the sofa and walked into my kitchen. Using my magic I grabbed some pills and popped them into my mouth grabing a glass of water I swallowed them down.
I felt a little better, not by a whole lot. I didn't have my fever anymore.
I sat down on a nearby stool, I had no idea what to do. I wanted to make something new, but everything I did sounded too rough for the classy people there. And when ever I did try to make it a little more gentle it would go all haywire on me and blow up in my face.
I hopped off the stool and went down my hall, my studio was located right next to my room. It had once been the spare room I had just in case a friend came over and it was too dark leave.
Friends, heh, they never came over anymore. Over time they started fading away as my music became a lot more important. Soon I was left alone, with no friends...Just doormats and enemys. It's not that I was a bad person I just didn't have time for any of that. Bills don't pay them selvse and heck as hell a FRIEND wouldn't bring in some money. Besides what could a friend do that a fan can't? Thats what I'll have, fans. Fans to fill in that little voide people say you get when you don't have any friends. Fans.
I pushed open the door to reveal a complete state-of-the-art studio. It was a small room that had been crammed with a music studio, and it showed too. On one wall there were speakers, big speakers with tangled up cables overflowing on top of them. The speakers were of every culture, some had the fancy nobs that let you adjust the Bass and what not. Some of the speakers didn't even work, just kepted there for my own amusement and because I ddin't have anything that would fill the emptey void if I took them out. Another wall was shelfed rooftop with Vinyl's and CDs in a chaotic organized matter that mostly was under the geral rule that the most used CD's and Vinyl were in the middle shelfs and the Vinyl/CDs that I rarely used were stuck in random shelfs to never be listened to again. It's a nice and uncomplicated way to organize my things.
Smack in the middle of my studio lay my desk. It was cluttered with paper and Vinyl covers, my sound mixing equiptment hugging the sides of the desk. The desk was over flowing with notes and rejected ideas, they spilled over on the floor. It was a mess.
In the back of my studio was my sound booth, an inclosed area made of glass to play and record music and songs if the need ever came. The whole thing was untouched, it was clean and only a lone mic stand lay there. It was possibly the most well kept thing in this room.
I sat down on my chair and swipped all the clutter off my desk with a sweep of my arm. The litter flew off the desk, and fell down on the ever growing mess at my hooves.
With the desk all cleared I lay my head on it. My fever was gone but I felt hollow inside. I closed my eyes and let the numbness take my body for a second.

She woke, the sun piercing her eye lids. She shakingly got to her feet. She had bruises all over, her white pearl coat was scarlett from blood. Her blood.
She felt sore all over, but tonight she was lucky. They must have been in a good mood. They didn't kill her.
She paused for a second to gaze up at the sky, she staired at the sun. Why? Because, it ment the gangs weren't lurking around. They wouldn't jump her in broad daylight, no they knew better. She was safe, if only for a moment.