"You're in a gang that's trying to kill me!? What the fuck you asshole!" I yell in anger. I hear the clip clop of hooves coming down the stairs behind me, and spot Rainbow with a worried look on her face.

"I'll kill you if it's the last thing I do." He spits out harshly. Literally, he just spat in my face.

"I have every damn right to kill you right now. Give me one good reason I shouldn't." I say through gritted teeth so Rainbow won't hear my threat. For the first time, Jack's eyes no longer show anger, but are replaced with genuine fear as I press the barrel of the gun to his head. I crush his arms into the ground with my knees as I basically sit on top of him. His life is completely in my hands. I decide if he lives or dies. I'm playing God now.

"Jack!?" Rainbow's outburst causes the fury in my mind to quickly dissipate. I look down at Jack, and slowly pull the gun away. What am I doing? This isn't self defense, I can't just kill someone because I hate them. I-I almost took someone's life again, and it had felt... good. I felt real power holding that gun to his skull. Why? What the hell is wrong with me? If Rainbow hadn't walked in, I probably would have shot the guy. I start breathing heavily as my heart begins to race. Am I having a panic attack?

"G-Get the fuck up." I jerk Jack up onto his feet, only for him to scream in agony as he puts weight on his leg. He starts to pull his hand back to punch me, but stops when I hold the gun back up. "Don't." I say in an alarmingly calm voice. I kick open a closet door in the hallway, and lock him inside. I whip out my cellphone, and call the police.

"Go back upstairs, and stay there until I say to come out." I say sternly to Rainbow.

"W-What? I'm not leaving you down here with... HIM."

"I'm not gonna have you around the police. Now GO!" She gives me a sad, yet understanding look as she makes her way back upstairs. I hear Jack grunting in either pain or anger, can't tell, from the closet. I call 911, and they arrive a few minutes later. Jack is arrested for attempted murder, as well as breaking and entering, and is taken away to the police station. I sigh in relief as the last of the police cruisers pull away from the house. I slowly make my way back upstairs, and switch the gun's safety back on. I carelessly throw it across the room, and it lands with a clanking sound on top of my work desk. I groan as I fall onto the bed, and a soft leg wraps around my neck.

"Is he finally gone?"

"We shouldn't have to worry about Jack any time soon. As for the gang... I don't know Rainbow. Would it be safe to stay here much longer? I can't risk you getting hurt in any way, and the only way to do that would be to relocate. It just isn't safe for me here anymore..."

"We can make it Matt. We've made it this far, we just have to keep fighting for what's right, and we'll come out on top."

"I don't know... Maybe it would be best if we just..." I squeeze my fingers into my eyes as what I'm thinking about hurts me on a physical level just to imagine. "You should get away from me."

"W-What? Matt!? What are you saying!?" Rainbow starts to cry her own tears as she wraps herself around me. "You can't leave me, you're all I have!"

"And you're one of the few things that I have, and that's why I can't lose you!" I grip her tightly against my chest. I can feel heavy breaths on my neck coming from her nose. Her body shakes violently as tears flow down both of our faces. I rub my hand through her mane, and grab a chunk of it in my fist as I pull her even closer to me.

"I-I won't let you. Even if it kills me. I'm the element of loyalty damn it!" She whispers between sobs. Wow, never heard her swear before. The next thing I know, she's on top of me, and our lips become one. We cry into each other for minutes on end. We finally fall asleep once there are no more tears to cry.

"That was stupid of me to say." I say quietly as the cyan pegasus lies on top of my chest. The morning light shines brightly through the window. I stroke Rainbow's hair as I hold her against my chest, never wanting to let go.

"Just never leave me. Please, for the baby's sake and mine, never leave me. If you do, I'll just find you again."

"I promise I won't. But I will protect you no matter what, even if it means giving my own life to do so. Nothing will hurt you, and I'll make sure of that." Rainbow shifts around on my chest before sticking her little orange tongue out me. The thing she used to do all the time when we first met. It always brightened my mood, and always got a good laugh out of both of us. The sight brings back pleasant memories of the past, and they all suddenly rush through my mind, filling my body with a warm, pleasant feeling. Damn, how simple things used to be. I remember just over a year ago, a couple of months before we met. My life was miserable, and it didn't feel like it was worth living. Then a special someone came in and saved my life in ways that she doesn't even know.

"I-I ugh." Rainbow starts choking on seemingly nothing, and her face starts to turn a pale green. My eyes shoot open as I realize what she is about to do, and reflexes kick in. I shoot out of my bed like a bullet, Rainbow in my arms. I burst into the bathroom, and place Rainbow down right in front of the toilet. A torrent of disgusting bile shoots out of her mouth, and I look away to keep myself from doing the same. Blood I can handle, but vomit? Nuh-uh. No way Jose, please try again later, thank you for playing. I guess I wasn't fast enough, as I spot the bile dripping down her chest and front legs. I sigh in disgust as I start a shower. Damn this morning sickness bullshit.

Once the water is warm enough, I turn around to check on Rainbow, who is just starting to return to normal. Her legs shake under her, and I can tell she is about to collapse. I catch her before she can fall, and cradle her in my arms like a baby. I can tell she feels uncomfortable being cared for, since y'know, she's supposed to be all tough and everything. I ignore her protests, and slowly lower her into the warm water rippling in the tub.

"I-I'm fine, really. I can clean myself Matt." She says through teary eyes that she is very clearly trying to hide. I shake my head silently and begin scrubbing her chest with a wet cloth. She tries to back away at first, but stops when I start running my fingers through the feathers on one of her wings. She turns into jello in a matter of seconds, and she finally gives up on trying to pull away. Well, she's already here, might as well...

My fingers dig into her back, and I can feel just how tight her muscles are. Damn, she's either buffer than I thought, or extremely stressed. I'm gonna go with the latter considering all the stuff she's been dealing with, me included. I press hard into the tense muscles, and Rainbow gives out some moans and groans of relief as I rub away the stress that's been building up over the past few months. Having a baby can do that to ya I suppose. When I get down to her wings, I stop and tap her on the shoulder. She looks up at me with half closed eyes, and I point to the wings for confirmation that I can continue. I know that pegasus wings are basically pleasure points, so I don't want to touch them if she doesn't want me to. She nods in understanding before resting her head back down in the shallow water.

My hands make their way to each joint, and each one relaxes once I'm finished. I can basically feel the stress leaving each joint as I continue over to the other wing. Once I finish those, I make my way down to her hind legs. I start at the hoof on one of them, and make my way up and around to the other leg. When that leg is finished, I press my thumbs as hand as I can right on her little cloud markings on each side. Her body spasms as thumb meets muscles, and she lets out a loud, long sigh of gratitude and pleasure. Once I finish my little amateur massage, I lean back on my knees, and tap to top of Rainbow's head. At some point during that last part, she fell asleep, and is now quietly snoring. I shut the water off after making sure she was clean of all bile, and carefully pick her up out of the tub.

I carry Rainbow back to the bed, and carefully tuck her back under, making sure not to wake her up. I silently close the bedroom door as I make my way downstairs. I pull out my phone to find it is only eight in the morning, and I have nothing planned for today. Scratch that, I now have something to do.

I spot the pool of blood that has begun drying up on my kitchen floor. I sigh as the memories of shooting one of my classmates flood back into my mind. Sure, I hated the guy with all my heart, but there was no way I could kill someone like that. He might have had the intent to kill me, which sickens me, but he never actually physically attempted to do so. I would have been in the wrong if I killed him, and I realize that now. My mind changes to a different subject as I clean, something more haunting. I remember that I had enjoyed the power the gun gave me. Having the power over whether someone died or lived. In that moment, I had felt alive. What the hell was wrong with me. Am I really a killer at heart? I did kill those five guys at the warehouse way back when... What if I really am just that, a killer? The thought sickens me to no end, and I almost lose my balance just at the thought.

No... I'm not. I could have killed Jack, but I didn't. That alone should prove that I still have at least some of my humanity left. I had to make a choice last night that tested both my humanity, and my morality. In the end, I let him live, and that fact alone is more than enough proof that I am the same old guy I've always been. A small smiles makes its way across my face as I finish cleaning. I'm not some cold blooded murderer, those five killings were in self defense, and still haunt me to this day. The realization that I never enjoyed those killings helps to relieve me of my own stress. I guess that joy I had felt hovering the gun above Jack like that came from adrenaline alone.

My mind quickly changes subjects as my stomach lets me know that it is time for breakfast. I turn the stove on an pull three eggs out of the fridge. I break them open onto a frying pan, and prepare my breakfast.

After scarfing down the eggs, I make my way outside to check the mail. I open the door, only to get hit by a blast of somewhat cold air, despite it being the middle of summer. That's Florida for you. I make my way out to the mailbox, and open it. I reach my hand inside and pull out a few envelopes. Just some advertisements and bills, the usual. I'm about to toss the pile of envelopes and papers down on a table in the lobby, but a particular letter catches my attention. I look down at the sender's address, and gasp rather loudly. Rainbow comes down on cue, and walks up next to me.

"What's up with you?" She asks groggily. Guess she heard me gasp.

"I-I got a letter." I say, my voice shaking a little.

"From where?" She asks curiously. I glance down at the letter, then to Rainbow, then back to the letter. I'm not sure if I'm filled with fear, anxiety, or something else, but some emotion takes over my body as I stutter out my next words.

"Not where, but w-who." I say slowly.

"Who is it from then?"

"T-The F.B.I."