The streets of Muck Alley were suspiciously quiet. Gentle winds blew the scattered trash across the greasy and dirty pavement.

Even in the unusually peaceful atmosphere, it wasn't enough compensation for the torment Flash had to endure that very morning.

Flash stood fully naked in front of his mirror for immediate inspection, both astounded and aghast by the damage Sunset had left onto his body.

On his neck down to his shoulders and chest, became a bloody canvas that was littered with patches of red and purple. He could even see several teeth marks on his collarbones and on the arches of his shoulders.

Flash hissed in pain as he lightly tapped his fingers on them.

Crisscrosses of bloody scratches, all of them marked Flash's ribs, abdominal muscles and even his arms. The soreness stung like venom and it spread evenly to his back, which, as he turned around to inspect, was filled with long lines of fresh red marks that stretched from his trapezius down to the end of his spine.

Purple bruises had already appeared on Flash's hips and upper thighs. The exhaustion from previous night's activities wrapped itself around his hips like a belt of torment. The painkillers he took didn't even do much to dampen the sensation.

When his body was demanded to last up until the fifth round, it was the final straw that forced him to shut down. Flash was drained.

So much in fact, that even the plain act of putting on his undergarments and pants was a difficult task to perform.

The little demon, who was glued on the ceiling like a bat, hovered down to nestle beside Sunset, already dressed neatly in her own outfit(save for the shirt she borrowed that was still unbuttoned). Flamepuff found comfort in the wrinkled sheets that was scented with bodily fluids. He didn't really mind, though.

Sunset and Flamepuff both watched the man before them with amused and proud expressions. A loud purr of delight vibrated from the fiery throat of the Devil, celebrating Flash's body as a monument of his influence.

Flash, however, could not see any reason to celebrate. What he had done to himself and to Sunset was shameful and foolish. What was left of his pride and self-respect was all gone, as he was forcefully bound to the burdens of Sunset's troubles, even though half of its nature was beyond his control.

While the other half, was purely baffling.

"So, this... Devil..." Flash began, hesitation coating his words, while his fingers carefully traced the scratches on his neck as he continued to look in the mirror. "It isn't just some bad metaphor you're trying to cover yourself up, right?"

Sunset released a ridiculed laugh. "How do you think I managed to last that long?" She joked halfheartedly.

Flash turned around to finally meet her eyes, the look on his face was rather cold.

"So, you were possessed?" He said ever so casually. He still wasn't sure how to properly react. "Because I have to say that my hips feel dislocated somewhere and my entire body looks like I just had a wrestling match with a cougar." He added.

"Sick analogy and yeaaaah. Maybe." Sunset shrugged. "Gimme a break. It's been years since I've encountered something actually close to being 'magical'." She mockingly quoted the last words with her fingers.

Flamepuff chortled at the comment. While Flash just frowned.

Flash walked over to her, almost dragging his lower half since the pain in his worn out muscles had not yet ceased. He stopped at the edge of the bed, looming over Sunset's calm and careless form.

"And this Devil... thing... is the reason why you're…?" Flash asked, quite doubtful.

"Yes, Flash." Sunset sighed, rolling her eyes. "I'm practically immortal." She added with a cocky laugh.

Sunset knelt upwards to meet Flash's eyel. "Look, it'd be best if you don't think about it too hard." She said, as she saw her companion's intense thoughtful frown.

"I won't." Flash responded dryly, crossing his arms.

"Good." Sunset said, giving Flash a small pat on his cheek.

"I'll take everything to the grave and pretend it didn't happen." Flash said before turning away to his closet unceremoniously.

"Damn, someone's cold this morning." Sunset muttered as she suppressed a laugh.

Flamepuff snickered. "He left his feelings back on the bridge.”

Flash turned around as he tried to put on a grey shirt. "You said the entire city's coming for you, right?"

"Us, Flash." Sunset corrected. "Don't give me all the credit."

"Right," Flash nodded. "I have a plan." He picked up the large backpack that laid on his floor and firmly shoved it into Sunset's chest. "Pack your bags. We're leaving this goddamn city."

Sunset blinked.

"I know a place. It's a couple of miles away. It's safe, it's got supplies and stuff. And we're going there now." Flash reeled off, steadily putting his hands on Sunset shoulders.

Sunset continued to stare at him with an unimpressed look, her eyebrows furrowed.

Flash shook his head. "Oh no. Don't give me that look. We're getting outta here whether you like it or not. Plans are plans."

A disapproving scowl appeared on Sunset's face. "Well, I don't want to play the coward card, Flash." She said, shaking her head. "We're facing the problem head-on."

The exchange of fiery gazes between the two was enough to kill a fly.

Flamepuff watched as he conjured a popcorn box out of thin air. With an excited grin, he squealed, "Alright, what version of Bonnie and Clyde is this? The dysfunctionally married sitcom?"

Sunset rolled her eyes over the comment, but eventually ignored the little demon as she continuously glared at Flash.

"Problem?" Flash challenged almost in a mocking tone. "What exactly is the problem here, Sunset? Come on. Tell me." He urged.

"Oh, I see. You're being a dickhead right now." Sunset shot back.

"You didn't answer the question."

"We are not leaving." Sunset demanded through gritted teeth. "I started this whole fucking mess, you came in, and now we're gonna finish it. Don't be a stick in the mud."

"Unbelievable." Flash sighed in exasperation, flailing his arms. "Not wanting a death wish is being called a 'stick in the mud' now."

"That's right." Sunset sneered into his face. "Now, put the bag down because we are not leaving this city." She said before shoving the bag back to Flash.

"The whole goddamn mob is coming for our asses. I'm not taking any chances. I'm gonna drag you out of Canterlot if it's the last thing I do."

Sunset furiously pulled Flash by the collar, then swung him to the side and pinned him to the bed before straddling him. She leaned down to meet his face, scowling as her hold on his shirt tightened.

"Cooperate, Flash." Sunset whispered, baring her teeth. "Grow some balls before I tear them away from you."

Flash returned the scowl, his face wrinkled in annoyance. "You're sick." He shot back, while his injured shoulder began to ache.

Sunset mocked a laugh. "Old news."

"Why are you so difficult?" Flash asked depressingly.

"Difficult?" Sunset repeated as she tilted her head with a fake pout. "Wasn't our agreement coherent enough? Or do I have to do this again?"

A victorious smile came into Sunset's face when Flash immediately jolted right after her hand reached down to grab his crotch. He was trying to suppress his pain from reaching the surface, but Sunset clearly saw how much effect she had on him. He was obviously sore.

"Hhhhaah... s-stop it!" Flash quickly grabbed Sunset's hand and yanked it away. "Shit, that hurts!"

Sunset giggled, so did Flamepuff who carefully watched the pair from the pile of pillows.

"You must be reminded, Flash," Sunset cooed, playing with the young man's blue hair as she kept her eyes directly into his blue ones. "You don't own me. Not one bit."

"I can do whatever I please with you," She reached behind and grabbed the gun hoisted within the hem of her pants. She pressed it gently under Flash's chin, smiling wickedly. "Hell, I would kill you right now if I wanted to."

Flash stiffened in alarm, swallowing the saliva that burdened his throat. His breathing became slow, careful but the look in his eyes still matched the intensity of the domineering glare that Sunset had been giving him.

"But that would just suck." Sunset released a mocking chuckle, beaming her teeth. Flash's face curled into an irritated frown. "We'd be nothing but losers."

Flash shuddered when Sunset's breath tickled his neck, a faint gasp involuntarily escaping his throat.

"Damned, defeated, and lonely losers." Sunset added, her other hand sneaking under his shirt and clawing lightly into his abdomen.

Sunset's grin widened as Flash's whole body simultaneously shook and stiffened under her. She moved to licked his neck in a slow, teasing motion. Her hand pushing the barrel harder against his chin to expose more of his skin, while her other hand caressed his toned abdomen, feeling the scars that she left on him.

The warmth that had been building up within Flash had traveled to the area between his thighs, and he could feel the pain as it swelled just beneath his pants. Arousal struck him like lightning, which lead to him eagerly grabbing the redhead's slender waist closer to himself.

Sunset planted a torrid kiss on Flash's lips, and together they moaned as their lips clashed with that familiar boiling hunger.

"S-Sunset..."

"Flash…”

"BRICK!" Flamepuff shouted, alarming Sunset in advance.

The window shattered into a thousand shards, startling both of Sunset and Flash from their recent activity as a large brick found its way to the floor.

"You'll have more time for that later, you horny pricks! Now get yourselves prepped up with your balls attached because I smell a dozen of stinky pairs coming to tear them off." Flamepuff clapped demandingly.

The two looked at the damaged window then back to each other, dumbfounded. They bolted off the bed. Sunset quickly buttoned her shirt and put on her leather jacket, while Flash's excitement subsided and regained his composure amidst the aching.

Flash carefully peeked into his broken window, with Sunset stayed hidden yet attentive in the shadows. Flash's shoulders dropped, spotting the familiar faces gathered in front of his yard. He counted a dozen of them, waiting for his eventual exposure.

He and Sunset exchanged intentful and mutual looks then nodded faithfully.

“Go." Sunset smiled with confidence, hoisting the gun into her pants, Flamepuff rested around her shoulders like a scarf.

Flash gave his companion one last look, before departing with clenched jaws. He picked up the brick off the floor then finally headed for the door.

Before exiting his house, he grabbed the metal bat that rested on the floor of his garage. Taking one last breath, mentally preparing himself for the inevitable, before lifting up the lid of his garage door and let the light consume his vision.

After squinting and blinking a few, the foggy distance became discernable and his fully adjusted view came upon the the figures of his neighbors.

Flash's grip on his bat tightened, in hopes to secure himself with its dependability for what's about to come. The young man took casual yet steady and careful steps forward.

He had to admit to himself that his hips was still painful but he dared not to show it. Flash stopped when he came face to face with the stout and buff man that stood in front of the group.

It was with forced neutralism that Flash eyed the older man. He had no quarrel with him nor with anyone who stood in front of his yard, but upon looking closely at their situation, it was clear that whatever neutrality they had established for themselves was deemed frail if tested.

Flash wasn't sure if he was willing to challenge that, but he kept his guard and he stood tall before the group.

“Grouch," Flash greeted with equity. "Back at it again with the brick-throwing, old man."

Grouch laughed, showing his yellow teeth. "You know me, son. If a neighbor 'o mine has a non functioning doorbell and a soundproof house, I always turn to the trusty ol’ brick." He said, sounding quite pleased with himself. "It works wonders."

Flash chuckled halfheartedly. "Yeah, right. Well, here's your brick." He said, tossing the brick back to Grouch.

"No worries, son. Maintenance is cheap." Grouch smiled, face glowing with indifference. Then, the look in his eyes darkened, a shadow casting over them. Something Flash was definitely expecting.

"What do you want?" Flash asked in a direct tone, raising his chin up.

Grouch took side glances at his shoulders, beckoning the others to take small steps forward. He looked back at Flash then said, "Son, I'm gonna be straight up with ya." Grouch began, crossing his broad tattooed arms.

"Word has spread about this particular girl. Intel from above says she stole something important. No clue exactly what it was, but it sure pissed off a lot of big names in my book. Many of which ya don't wanna cross paths with."

The group's movement was observably drawing more and more closer to Flash, like a concave wall posed to corner him if ever he was planning to escape from the scene.

But Flash stood still, and let the older man finish his words. All while anticipating for the worse.

"Now, the community has been summoned to... comply to the big folks' demands." Grouch's gruff voice grew ominous. "Nobody's sleepin' 'til we get our hands on this girl. And I think you and I both have an idea who I'm referring to."

Flash swallowed, his mouth went dry. Even if he already saw something like this from a mile away, it still unnerved him.

"She's with you, ain't she?" Grouch took a step closer and practically breathed into Flash's face, much to the young man's disdain.

An older thuggish woman with a sharp angled face stepped closer to sneer at Flash with her uneven teeth and vile breath. "Even in that soundproof house of yours, it still couldn't hold those screams in, boy."

The group broke into a series of laughter, certainly to tease Flash and to tear down his mighty composure. He cursed himself, in both shame and in stew.

"I have no quarrel with you, son. So if you just hand her over, you'll be fine." Grouch said in a gentle request, in contrast to his menacing eyes.

Flash knew these people well. Those who respected them were tolerated, while those who defied them would meet their unforgiving end.

Cold sweat dripped from Flash's forehead, his body in a state of extreme tension to the extent of actual numbness. But his mind was fixed and he wasn't going to give in to these people's demands.

"No." Flash said.

A series of knives have been drawn. Grouch's eyes became dark, then he grabbed the younger man by the neck and punched him square in the jaw.

Flash shook his head slowly then glared at the older man, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. "I'm sorry, old man."

"Your loyalty lies in the wrong place, son." Grouch said in dismay, shaking his head. He looked at his group with subtlety, then added,

“Hurt her. Bad. But makes sure, she lives to see another day."

There was a loud gunfire that destroyed the tension, and the sound echoed throughout the neighborhood. Flash's eyes widened as the older man before him fell into his face, gasping in horror at the sight of the exit wound at the back of Grouch's head that exposed the remains of his obliterated brain.

The thugs backed away in shock. The woman released a shriek of agony. Flash slowly turned his head, to which the thugs followed, and above them was Sunset peeking out of the window frame, a gun in her hand and a cigarette between her lips.

"One more move, motherfuckers. I fucking dare you!" Sunset belted out threateningly.

Her warning made the thugs freeze, yet their faces were filled with defiance and hatred. Flash slowly backed away, skipping unevenly in his painful hips. He kept his eyes pinned directly towards the thugs while holding out his bat in defense, before he finally got back to his garage.

Sunset jumped off the window, landed on the ground, and tumbled on the grass. She quickly got back up and waved her gun at the thugs, baring her teeth like an animal.

"You'll never scare us off, little bitch! More people will come for you." One of them yelled.

"Thanks for the heads up, fuckface." Sunset pulled the trigger and sent the thug falling to his back with a hole on his head.

The sound seem to linger a little longer, and it echoed throughout the quiet streets of Muck Alley, alarming its residents.

Flamepuff, hovering beside Sunset, giggling. "Do you hear that?" He said. "Bacon strip, do you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"Sunset, come back here." Flash insisted from behind, already readying the cadillac. "Let's get out of this place before more of them will come."

The woman cackled maniacally. "You think you can escape, girly?! Show some spunk!" She mocked, her face wrinkled like a witch.

Flash frantically tapped the roof of the car. "Sunset, come on!"

From the corners of the streets and the nearby houses, more of the residents came. Sunset recognized them fairly as she carefully glanced at them from one direction to another. All of them covered in tattoos, piercings, and spiked leather. A few brought their massive dogs in leashes, growling and foaming in the mouth.

"Well, this turned into a big reunion. Come on! Fire up the grills so we can have some barbecue! Let's fucking celebrate!" Sunset cheered sarcastically.

"Sunset!" Flash yelled in the brink of hysteria.

Sunset didn't budge. Her foot was planted to the ground she was standing on, as she continuously stared down the thugs that were now triple in numbers, gathered at the front yard and blocking their way out.

The Devil on her shoulder giggled in excitement, his voice flowed through Sunset, penetrating her senses. And Sunset understood that Flamepuff didn't need to speak.

There was a need for trouble and it was already intoxicating.

Sunset turned around and threw the gun towards Flash. He gave her a knowing look as he held it in his chest.

"I'll buy you some time." Sunset didn't stop glaring at him until he finally complied and ran back to the second floor.

Picking up one of the metal bats that laid on the ground, Sunset turned her full attention back to the thugs. A crooked and wicked grin had appeared on her face, her eyes radiated absolute madness that could challenge the likeness of the Devil himself.

Sunset walked forward with that familiar swagger, her arms stretched out wide, marking herself as an exposed, vulnerable and inviting target.

"It's so great to see you fuckers again, by the way." Sunset said darkly with a smile, before spitting out her cigarette.

Five thugs charged at her with knives ready to stab and slice. The thugs circled around her as if she was a helpless prey ready to be put to judgement. But she did not fret nor shake.

There were cheers coming from the residents as they watched the situation unfold before them. And Sunset wouldn't mind giving them a good show to die for.

Two thugs lunged at Sunset from the opposite sides. She blocked the knife with her bat and punched the thug in the head, then struck the other thug in the gut before he could even stab her in the side.

Another thug from behind grabbed her by the jacket and pulled her close into a deadly embrace. Sunset stomped her captor's foot hard, causing a loud crack and a painful wail. She elbowed the thug on the rib. Turning around, she butted the thug's nose with the knob three times, popping his face like a zit.

Sunset immediately ducked when one of them swung his knife. Turning her bat horizontally, she launched herself upwards, hitting the thug's chin from below and left him in a daze and a severe headache.

Uncontented by the damage, Sunset bashed the bat's knob straight into the thug's teeth. The thug fell into his rear, crying as his mouth became flooded with blood, his front teeth completely shattered to shards.

A thug grabbed and yanked Sunset by the hair and violently threw her across the yard, sent her rolling over then crashed into the silver bins. Sunset quickly got up, but was met with the charging thug's large fist and hit her straight in the face, knocking her again.

"You're a tough little bitch, as always." The thug said with annoyance, grabbing Sunset by the neck and lifting her up like a trophy. And the residents laughed at the display.

Sunset gave a choking laugh. She wanted to retort, but the tight hold on her windpipe made it difficult.

Balling her hand into a fist while the other held tightly on the thug's wrist, she punched his elbow joint from below, letting out a loud crack and sending her free, while the thug cried over his broken arm.

Back on her two feet, Sunset picked the bin lid cover and swung it to the thug's face. As he fell into his rear, she slammed it repeatedly onto the his head, leaving an obvious dent shaped after his own skull.

"I'm glad you still remember."

Five more thugs went after her. Sunset quickly picked one of the empty bins, heaved it up above her head and launched it to the thugs' direction, throwing them off of their feet.

Sunset charged towards the group after retrieving her bat. She gave a violent swing to the first thug's head, successfully knocking him out. She gave her next attacker a large swing. He dodged her assault, which caused the bat's weight to drag her down.

Sunset was then surprised by a pair of arms that grabbed her from behind, pulling into another tight and suffocating embrace, the struggling caused her to drop her bat.

With a loud and determined cry, Sunset thrusted her head backwards, bashing her captor's face and eventually caused him to loosen his grip. She wriggled one of her arm out and elbowed him in the chest, but she was still trapped in his arms.

The thug in front of her drew his knife and aimed it at her shoulder. Sunset caught his wrist while fighting her way out of her captor's grip. She pulled the thug's arm towards her and bit into his skin with no hesitation, emanating a loud painful scream as Sunset's teeth penetrated deep into his flesh.

After immediately retrieving his arm and dropping his knife, the thug retreated.

Sunset merely smiled and spat the bloody piece of skin she just torn off. Bending one of her leg, she kicked her captor's knee inwards, breaking his joint, and finally freeing herself from the hold.

Using the end of her boot, Sunset kicked the bat off the ground and grabbed it mid air. She gave one of the thugs three large and strong swings into the head, the body and the hips, breaking his bones and rupturing his skin in the process.

Another thug came from Sunset's right, aiming his knife at her. Sunset blocked the blade with her hand before it could plunge itself into her face. She trembled as the thug pushed the blade harder and deeper into her palm.

The residents roared and cheered louder, the two intensely pushing against each other in a reverse tug of war. Sunset's eyes grew darker, the saliva from her intense snarling and growling ran down her chin.

The blade had penetrated itself almost halfway through her bleeding palm, yet she still hadn't move an inch.

Sunset dropped the bat and used her free hand to slam the thug's arm down. She spun around, and kicked his crotch, before yanking the blade that was stuck into her hand, and pulled it out to stab the thug's throat.

The cheering stopped.

As she was about to boast her victory, a metal bat struck her from behind. Sunset stumbled but hardly fell. She turned around to face her new challenge with a bloody smile and a bleeding head.

Sunset danced and hopped on her feet as she wielded her enemy's weapon in her hand. She broke into a laugh when she finally recognized who she was facing.

"Where's your daughter, old man?" Sunset teased, her eyes widening in frenzy.

"Far away from you, you little cunt."

The thug advanced and swung the metal bat towards Sunset. She evaded the first swing with no sweat, taunting the thug with her crooked smile. The thug gave another swing and aimed for her head. Sunset ducked and jumped to the side, then she threw her knife, stabbing him in the leg.

A roar of pain came from Sunset when a thug came from her left and stabbed her lower rib. She glared at her attacker with fury. What was heard to be a series of suppressed moans from her mouth gradually transformed into a wheezing chuckle, until it became a big wicked laugh.

The thug eyed her with uncertainty and was somewhat disturbed by what he had witnessed. He looked into her eyes and was horrified by the sight.

He saw no fear.

Sunset threw her head forward and bashed her skull hard against the thug, stunning him enough to lose grip of the knife. With a painful grunt, Sunset pulled the knife out of her side and bolted towards the thug, grabbing the back of his head and stabbed him in his spine. She hugged the man closer and tighter, so much that she trembled as she did, pushing the knife deeper until the end of its blade popped out of his jugular.

An explosion of blood cascaded from his mouth and neck, bathing Sunset in its fall. The sounds of the thug's pathetic gagging echoed closely into her ear, which pleased the Devil like music.

"You have a very special place in hell." Flamepuff crawled from Sunset's shoulder and caressed the thug's cheek tenderly.

Sunset finally let go and the corpse fell on the ground in a pool of its own blood. She turned her head around slowly and looked at the rest of the residents. Shocked as if they had witnessed a the demonic glow in her eyes.

Sunset obtrusively licked the blood off the knife while maintaining eye contact among the thugs, all of whom were glued on their spot with looks of repulsion.

One of them yelled in fury and bolted forward with a gun in hand. He aimed at Sunset's face, but she dodged it with a cock in the head. Sunset drew her knife and stabbed him between the eyes, sending him to fall dead on his face.

Another body added to the yard filled with unconscious thugs and bloody corpses.

"Alright..." Sunset said, brearthless. "Who's next?"

Two black massive dogs charged at her with enormous foaming mouths ready to maul. Sunset lethargically dropped her tensed shoulders and slowly muttered,

"Oh, fuck me."

Sunset was sent to her back with a strong thud as one of one dog's powerful jaws found its way into her left arm that she immediately raised to shield her face. Sunset yelled in immense pain, while hearing her own bones being gradually crushed under the dog's bite, her blood and the dog's saliva both dripping down her battered face.

The other dog grabbed her right leg and bit right through her tendons, sinking its teeth deep enough for it to grind against her bones.

The residents' laughter echoed again as they watched Sunset lash out in attempt to escape the dogs' tight and locked jaws around her limbs. She snarled in anger and punched the dog that bit her arm straight in the head.

When that didn't worked, Sunset pulled her arm, drawing the dog closer to her and roared right into its face before punching the dog again between its eyes.

"Raargh! I'll kill you!"

The dog's eyes widened as it saw a peculiar black creature crawling from the dark foldings of Sunset's jacket. Two crimson red eyes pierced right into the dog’s monochrome vision.

The dog yelped in intense fear and retreated into the streets, away from the creature and away from Sunset.

"That's right! Scram!"

Sunset heaved herself up, facing the other dog who began gobbling her leg violently side to side like a goddamn chew toy.

"And as for you..."

The dog dropped her leg as soon as it saw the creature. Its wings spread wide, creating an illusion of it being larger than it actually is. It perched menacingly on top of Sunset's head, like a devilish crown.

The dog ran off, barking and yelping in intense fear. Soon after, every other dog present began lashing out in agitation. Barking, growling and yelping to be free from their leashes so they could flee from the scene.

The residents were baffled and clueless as to why their dogs were behaving in such way. And their confusion only intensified as to how Sunset managed to endure so much as she was back again on her two feet. As if getting mauled by two massive dogs wasn't enough to completely disable her.

About a dozen thugs stepped forward and pointed their guns at Sunset, yelling warningly and pushing her to surrender.

"This is enough bullshit, Sunset. Stand the fuck down!"

"Oh, you're gonna shoot me now?" Sunset laughed. "Thought you wanted me alive?"

"Last warning, bitch! Stand down!"

The sound of an engine roaring to life startled everyone in the scene.

"Sunset!" Flash called from inside the garage, before shooting one of the thugs in the leg as he shoved two fully packed bags into the car.

A few bullets flew back at him. Flash ducked and hid behind the car's open door.

"Oh, hey. Took you long enough." Sunset released a tired giggle and waved her hand lousily.

"Get your ass here now!" Flash yelled as he got into the driver's seat.

Sunset took one final look at the group of thugs, and took her time taunting them. After flipping them off vulgarly, Sunset skipped back to the revving cadillac.

As she was about to open the door to the passenger seat, her thigh was shot and she was sent limping down to the ground.

"Motherfucker!!!"

The group of thugs advanced.

Frantic, Flash fired at the ground just a few inches near the thugs' feet, making them jump back and delay their advancement.

The thugs retaliated with their own bullets, firing at the windshield, which, surprisingly, didn't shatter.

Sunset used the opportunity to crawl into the passenger seat. Once she closed the door shut, she slammed her bloody fist onto the accelerator, charging the car forward in such overwhelming speed, the thugs weren't given a chance to evade its sudden advancement.

"Die, you sons of bitches!" Sunset cackled.

One of the thugs bumped into cadillac's hood and rolled over it, hit his head into the windshield.

"Holy–!" Flash yelled, petrified.

Flash immediately grasped into the wheel to gain maneuver, but was deeply struck by utter shock when the cadillac bumped something hard. The sound of a loud organic crack made him cringe to the end of his spine.

"Oh, god." Flash gagged.

"Hohohoho! Well, he got wrecked!" Flamepuff squealed.

Sunset laughed sadistically. "Yeah, he's a pudding, alright." She grabbed Flash's foot and planted it into the pedal.

After climbing into the seat, Sunset punched the roof and yelled, "Ram these motherfuckers to Hell!"

Flash charged the vehicle forward, its engine roared like a beast as it hit its maximum speed, mercilessly hitting those who refused to get out of its way.

Flash's heart was racing, and his hands trembled as they gripped tighter into the wheel. The sound of bones getting crushed under the wheels made him cringe so hard.

After he succeededly rammed the fence, Flash swiveled the cadillac violently to the right, its wheels screeched as they were almost threatened to tip over road. Once the cadillac settled on the cement, he then floored the pedal just as he heard gunshots erupting from behind.

"These fuckin–" Sunset grabbed the gun from the dashboard and fired back at the thugs she ran out of bullets. Frustrated, Sunset threw the gun angrily into the road and went back to her seat.

"Shit!" Sunset barked, slamming her bloody hand into the dashboard

The familiar sounds of bikes revving made both of them tense in their seats. Flash looked up into the rear view mirror, and saw five bikers chasing them.

"Can this car even outrun these guys?" Flash asked apprehensively to himself.

Sunset started removing her partially torn and bloody jacket before tossing at the back.

Horror and nausea struck Flash even as he took brief glances at Sunset's completely disfigured form. Her white shirt was fully stained with blood. Her arm had large lacerations, and the surrounding area looked like an enormous black bruise. One of her palms had a gaping hole in it, and almost every inch of her skin was heavily tainted with patches of blue and purple, her side still bleeding from the impalement

"Oh my god..." Flash gasped.

Sunset gave him a weak yet cocky smile and said, "Welcome to my world."

The bikers were already catching up and the street wasn't big enough for Flash to outmaneuver them. Sunset was practically dying in her seat but he still tried to remain his crumbling faith regarding her 'immortality'.

She wasn't dying anytime soon, he figured that.

Flash hadn't noticed it, but his mental disarray had made him blind to his surroundings. Two bikers were now at each side of the car, yelling and pointing their guns threateningly at him and Sunset.

"This is your last chance! Pull over and give us the girl!"

"Oh, he doesn't need to pull over!"

Sunset jumped out of the window frame and lunged at the biker, dropping him from his bike. The two of them fell and tumbled on the concrete while the bike crashed into a telephone pole.

"Not again!" Flash stomped for the breaks and swiveled the car around to face the opposite direction. The car halted, and so did Flash, frozen behind the wheels, trying to catch his breath.

Flash swallowed the lump in his throat when the bikers finally surrounded Sunset, who seemed to be lying on her back and struggling to get up.

Sunset could feel her broken bones slowly coming back to its place, though it was still painful, as its sharped and cracked edges that moved against her bruised flesh would pierce into the unharmed tissues. Her wounds were slowly closing in but the ache in her still remained after she gained new ones from the fall.

She rolled onto her stomach, and released a loud desperate grunt in attempt to heave herself up with her wiggling arms. Sunset coughed up the blood that rose from her guts, along with the clustered excrements that smelled and looked like in a state of necrosis, encouraging Sunset to regurgitate even more out of her system.

Sunset could admit, her stomach was a having a very bad time.

"Don't worry, bacon strip. Take your time." Flamepuff said, rubbing her back.

"N-not... helping..."

Flamepuff gaped at her. "I am literally responsible for getting the nasty stuff out of you."

Pairs of boots and wheels surrounded her. Sunset looked up and was met with a violent swing to her head, knocking her back down. Her ears rang and her vision blurred into a haze.

"Why'd ya have to drag the boy into this, huh?"

The green haired biker kicked Sunset in the gut, rolling her over to her back.

"Wait 'til you get a load of Canterlot's angry fuckers. They're gonna love skinning you alive." The biker sneered spitefully. He eyed one of his companions and gestured to Sunset's body. "Take her."

Sunset squinted at the sun's brightness. Then it was blocked by a shadow looming over her. The biker stooped down to scoop her up, but was interrupted when the cadillac charged between the circle.

"Look out!"

The bikers dispersed just before the cadillac could run over them. As the cadillac stopped, its door opened and Flash immediately intervened in the scene.

Flash stood with the gun he picked up from the fallen biker.

“Get back!" Flash barked, aiming the gun at the bikers.

The green haired biker gave out a sigh. "You don't have to do this, Flash." He said, cautiously holding his hands up. "All they want is her. We don't need to pull you into this. Put the gun down and go."

Even though the lead biker was calm, the rest were alert and had their eyes locked onto Flash, pointing their guns at him should he ever do something stupid.

"Is that right?" Flash challenged, his eyes furrowing harder. "I thought they wanted me too."

After regaining all her strength, Sunset knelt on one knee, taking all the air she needed. To everyone's bewilderment, she let out a giggle.

"He's right. He's with me." Sunset grunted as she finally got up to her feet. “Couldn’t convince him otherwise.” She giggled.

"She ain't worth it, Flash!" One biker said furiously.

Sunset laughed "Oh, yeah! I ain't worth it. In fact, you're all just... wasting your time."

Sunset turned around slowly and smiled at the green haired biker behind her. The way her face curled made the biker feel strangely intimidated.

The biker pulled out his gun at Sunset, and Flash pointed his gun back at him warningly, with the remaining bikers all pointing their guns at Flash.

Sunset chuckled in amusement, mocking the situation. She slowly yet carelessly walked closer to the green haired biker, grabbed the barrel of his gun and pulled it closer to her forehead.

"You're not afraid to kill me, are you?" Sunset pouted.

The biker sneered. "It'd be a pleasure."

Sunset's pout turned into a maniacal grin, and began laughing through her teeth. "Good. I'm never giving anyone the satisfaction. I’m not giving anything up. Now, save yourself the trouble and pull the fucking trigger, you cuntbag."

The biker's intense confusion got the best of him and he ultimately hesitated to do anything other than sweating himself, while staring into the face of insanity. All of it distracted him from the obvious fact that Sunset's hands had already wrapped around the gun and was ready to pull it off.

Over a minute has gone by, and Sunset had become impatient. She let out a dramatic and disappointed sigh. "Spineless fuck."

With one swift movement, Sunset tugged the gun out of the biker's grip, allowing her to point the weapon back at him.

All the bikers then pointed their guns at Sunset's direction.

"Ah-ah-ah. One move and this cuntbag's brain is blown to smithereens. Drop 'em, boys." Sunset demanded.

The bikers remained frozen. While Flash merely observed, all tensed

Frustrated, Sunset moved the gun down and shot the green haired biker in the crotch, emanating a loud wail.

"I said fucking drop the guns, dammit! How hard can it be?!" Sunset barked as the green haired biker dropped to his knees, trembling and bleeding from the groin.

"Drop it! Fucking drop it, bastards!" The green haired biker cried out in tears.

"Oh, wait! Nevermind. Give them to Flash instead." Sunset added.

All heads, except for Sunset, turned to the Flash. They all looked at him bitterly, as if all remaining respect they had for him had become insignificant. Flash, on the other hand, only managed to return a brief look of guilt before his expression shifted into a stiff one.

One by one, he took their guns and inserted them in his waistband while pointing his own at them.

"You've pick the wrong side, Flash." One of them whispered, and Flash could tell it was purely out of pity. He gave them an apologetic look before grabbing the final gun and tossed them all to the cadillac's backseat.

Sunset let out a satisfied laugh.

"Good." She said, then pulled the trigger towards the green haired bikers head.

"You heartless bitch!"

The tallest biker lunged at Sunset, dropping her gun and tackled her to the ground. Flash rushed to rescue her, but was stopped when the third biker grabbed him by the shoulder and punched him in the face.

Flash staggered back but was able to recover from the blow and managed to block another punch with his arm, then quickly retaliated with a powerful kick on the biker's gut.

Sunset's screams of desperation pierced loudly into Flash ear's, distracting him from his enemies. But the second that Sunset's screams turned into a maniacal wheezing laughter, he immediately thought to himself: should he even worry?

With his two fists raised, the bikers understood. Flash was no longer worth sparing.

Flash carefully eyed his opponents' hands and internally cursed to himself after seeing them wear metal brass knuckles. It was going to hurt like a motherfucker.

After taking in a few breaths, Flash danced on his feet lightly. His opponents dispersed into a predatory circle, in hopes they could take him down in seconds.

But Flash was someone who lived up to his name. The first attack that came to him was immediately evaded with a swift hop to the side before he managed to throw a strong uppercut to his opponent's jaw and a quick hammer to the side of the head.

His next opponent moved to lunge at him, but Flash was able to stop him as he kicked him back with his long leg. The third opponent charged at him from the other side aimed to jab him straight in the nose, but Flash ducked from the attack and swung his fist to the guy's rib.

From behind, Flash received a painful strike into his lower back, earning him a loud grunt. Yet he stood his ground after stumbling forward, turned on his heel and blocked another upcoming blow with his hand.

The biker kicked Flash's hipbone, making him tremble under his own weight. Despite the pain, Flash refused to fall back. And instead, threw himself forward and butted his head like a rhino against the biker's face.

A pair of arms grabbed Flash's neck and twisted themselves tight enough for him to struggle from breathing. Flash struggled to free himself from the headlock, so he hunched over with forceful might and grabbed the biker's leg between his own, breaking the biker's balance and making him fall to his back.

Once down, Flash rammed his shoe into his fallen opponent's crotch.

Another pair of arms wrapped around Flash's body, trapping his arms. He failed to react quickly when a metal brass knuckle met his cheekbone and cut through his skin. The more he struggled out of the hold, the more hits he received. Flash earned another strong blow in the nose and another near the mouth.

Flash puked out a few ounce of blood when the brass knuckles hit his stomach five solid times.

But it was going to take more than a few punch in a stomach to completely weaken him. After launching both his legs in the air, Flash kicked the biker in the chest before he could throw another punch. The impact from the kick forced him and the guy holding him to stumble backward until both of them fell on the ground.

Flash immediately pushed himself up after being released from the hold and turned to punch the biker repeatedly in the face like rapid fire until his own knuckles started bleeding.

Before he could batter the man even further, he was brought down by the other biker that gave him a swing to the head. Flash crawled, his eyes roamed around the pavement, and saw Sunset still wrestling with the biker. Only, she was no longer at the bottom and the next thing he heard was a gunshot.

After heaving himself up, Flash turned back to his two remaining opponents. He brought his quivering and bloody fists up again and charged towards them.

Flash threw the first punch, and successfully hit the first biker's face and cracked his nose hard. He blocked the second biker's attack, allowing only his brass knuckles to land on his arm. Flash then threw his fist against the biker's gut, and sent him staggering backwards.

Flash launched himself forward, kicked the biker's gut, throwing him off his feet.

As he turned his head to face the other kneeling biker, Sunset was already charging at him. She launched herself up high, locked her legs tightly around the biker's head and swivelled her around weight before pushing the gun's barrel on top of the biker's skull and blew up his brains, until both of them fell on the ground.

"Sunset, that's enough." Flash huffed weakly, after rushing towards her and yanked her off the bloody corpse.

They both collapsed on the ground. Accompanied by labored breaths, and bodies glazed with blood and sweat. While Sunset's injuries had healed over, Flash was in terrible shape, as his face was swollen and bloodied, along with his skinned knuckles

There was a painful moan and the two looked up. The remaining two bikers were still alive.

"Sunset... No..." Flash breathed as Sunset slowly stood up.

"Sunset yes!" Flamepuff urged in a giddy dance.

She shot both bikers in the head.

"Whoops! Too late." Sunset said before hoisting the gun in her waistband.

"That's my girl!"

Flamepuff laughed victoriously, hovering near the bodies and dipping his tiny hands into the gaping holes on the corpses' heads.

The little demon then hovered back to Sunset and wiped his bloody hands on her forehead, which she bluntly allowed before walking back to cadillac with Flash still crawling at her feet.

Flash paused, rolled over to his back and slowly gave out a big problematic sigh, completely deprived of anything coherent to say.

The gentle winds blew hot kisses to those whoever stood its way, as the sun rays shone furiously into the earth, making the early afternoon feel like hell for everyone.

Sunset laid on top of the cadillac's hood, her back against the windshield, smoking away her non existent worries while gulping down the can of beer she held in her hand. Colthed in a new set of clothings, she wore a red shirt, denim jeans, brown boots and her signature leather jacket.

The heat never seemed to bother her, though at first it did feel like getting burned into a crisp if it weren't for the little demon's protective saliva coating her skin.

An improvised sunscreen, as what he liked to call it.

Flamepuff sprawled beside Sunset like a lazy cat, yawning and enjoying his time basking under the afternoon sun. The two hung around in silent content, while listening to the cadillac's muffling radio.

A few meters away from the cadillac was a small, outdated gas station. The place looked abandoned, being distanced from Canterlot's main city. From the dusty mini store, Flash walked out, carrying four gasoline buckets in hand.

It was obvious that the wounds that inflicted him from hours ago still hit him fresh. His whole body ached, not even a dozen pain killers and a pocket full of band aids could dampen his overall pain.

Flash dropped the buckets as he stopped at the cadillac's wheels, catching Sunset's attention.

"This should be enough." Flash sighed, leaning against the cadillac for support.

Sunset looked at her bruised companion with a cheeky smile. "You know, I'm glad we didn't sell this car."

Flash looked back at her nonchalantly, too bothered by the pain and the weight of their situation to even acknowledge her words.

"I mean, a bulletproof cadillac. Fucking genius." Sunset said, running her hands proudly over the metal work.

"I don't get it." Flash breathed out, frowning. “All this trouble over a car?"

Sunset mainly shrugged. "Maybe it's not the car."

Before Flash could ask more, the sound of a familiar ringtone caught his attention. He opened the cadillac's door and found his phone in the compartments. The one he thought he lost in the river.

"What? How did it get here?" Flash asked, baffled.

Sunset looked down at the little demon beside her, who gave her an impish wink.

Flash opened his phone, and saw a message sent by Thunder Bass. He opened the message. After reading every word, his eyes widened in shock.

Curious, Sunset asked, "What is it?"

A look of dread spread across Flash's face.

"They took Ringo and Micro Chips."

Author's Notes:

Sunset has no chill.

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