Flash held onto the wheel as he sped through the busy streets of Canterlot. He was a firm believer that nothing could ever compare to the beauty of Canterlot during night time. Once the clock shifted, the city would turn into the most marvelous light show anyone had ever seen; especially at the central part of the city.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Sunset leaned against the window frame, a cigarette between her lips and her eyes towards the active streets.

Unlike her home at the edge of the city, the central part of Canterlot was situated with beautiful, glamorous establishments, and the patrons that roamed its streets were fat cats and pimps arrogantly posing in their luxurious cars. Both Sunset and Flash could never deny how overwhelmed they were when the humble city they once knew has become an industrial marvel enriched by its ambitious and goal driven proprietors.

The city almost reminded Sunset of Vegas.

"God damn, I almost forgot how much has changed," Sunset whistled, ogling at a group of women dressed in their very revealing dresses as their car halted at a traffic light. "It's been a while since I visited the city."

Flash automatically smirked. "That makes two of us."

"Some people give a shit about the changes, but I sure as hell don't," Sunset grinned, making suggestive faces towards the women just a few feet away from the car.

"Careful now. You might not want to get caught by their boyfriends." Flash gently warned her as he side glanced.

"Yeah? Well, fuck them." Sunset blew a kiss before the lights went green and the car resumed its speed.

Sunset leaned back from the window frame and looked at Flash. "By the way, how come I've never heard of this Quasar Entertainment before?"

"It's still new. It just opened about six months ago." Flash stated. "But let me tell you, that place is wild."

"I'm all for that crazy stuff," Sunset said excitedly, leaning back in her seat while sporting her signature cheeky grin. Considering she has been at Club Andromeda a couple of times, Sunset could only imagine how crazy Quasar really is.

"Sure you do,” Flash replied, a wry smile on his face. "Just make sure to not dr-"

"Draw attention to myself," Sunset finished with a groan. "Flash, you literally just made me your vocalist and guitarist tonight. I have to at least live up to the crowd's expectations."

"What I mean is after we perform," Flash corrected. "While we're at it, let's give them a good show."

Sunset playfully puffed a smoke to his direction. "Roger that, captain."

Flash caught a short glance of Sunset's form before returning his eyes to the road, hiding a small smile to himself. It has been a while since he saw her baring such excitement. Considering that Sunset had been a recluse with no drive to accomplish anything, her interest in the things she used to love had diminished. She was living but just barely. Thus, seeing her with such enthusiasm was delightfully bizarre.

Flash could almost swear Sunset somehow went through some kind of rebirth. All of the sudden, she was full of life, and yet still laid back.

"I like it when you get this pumped up," Flash said with a genuine look in his blue eyes. "I mean, this could work. You can play with the Flash Drive anytime we get the chance. For recreational purposes,"

"Are you trying to put me through some kind of therapy?" Sunset asked with a raised eyebrow.

Flashed pursed his lips, his voice filled with hesitancy. "Well, kind of. I don't want you dying in that apartment, Sunset. You sit in there drinking and smoking all day. There are other ways to cope up with things."

Sunset kept a skeptical look while Flamepuff, who was perching on her shoulder with his hands tucked in his chest like a cat, growled unimpressed.

"A kind gesture won't hurt, you know?" Flash said, putting a hand over his chest.

"Blah blah! So sappy! So emotional!" Flamepuff yammered.

Sunset shifted in her seat, ignoring him. "Well, you signed up for this. But let me remind you again, that whatever happens to me, is gonna happen to you as long as you stay. Whatever comes, there is no going back,"

The hope within Flash died a bit. But instead of tormenting himself all over again, he gave Sunset a guilty nod before turning his full attention to the road.

Though, deep beneath his severe worries, he still wanted to keep the ardent atmosphere between the two of them. He wanted Sunset to at least feel like her old self even for a short while. And there was no better way to do it than igniting her passion im playing on stage once again.

Just for tonight. Then he can worry about the perils she had to face soon. Whatever or whoever they may be.

"His loyalty towards you is true, bacon strip," Flamepuff said, purring as he sat upright on Sunset's shoulder. "Shame. He is a strong man yet still pathetically fragile. A martyr indeed."

“Let him stay,” Sunset mumbled. “I'm just waiting for him to ditch me. Or whatever.”

A tiny black hand with glowing red claws found its way on Sunset's cheek, stroking her skin with playful intent. "Oh, no. No one will ditch you. Not this time. I’ll make sure of it," Flamepuff's eyes roamed back to Flash. "That's what you want, right? To take back what was taken from you? And that's what we are going to do."

Flash was just hard to get rid off.

"Do you wish for him to be taken away?" Flamepuff's question made Sunset pause for a moment.

No. I won't let that happen.

Flamepuff grinned in satisfaction. "Of course. He is yours,"

A weird feeling stirred within Sunset when Flamepuff declared her 'ownership' towards Flash. It was a familiar feeling, one that dated back to her days in high school, but she didn't want to dwell on it. She shook her head from her thoughts and sat straight on her seat.

"And now, we take care of the rest," Flamepuff assured her, a childish yet sinister grin forming on his black face, fangs protruding abnormally as he let out a low snicker. "As for the moment, let's try to have fun. I can already sense the joys we are about to get tonight."

A building the shape of a large box decorated with intricate reliefs and colorful lights came to view. Its perimeter was surrounded by palm trees. Massive spot lights that pointed towards the sky danced at its base. Securities roamed the whole area with their large canines sniffing into the pavement.

Its parking lot, as expected, was filled with sports cars of any kind. Sunset and Flash can both agree they have never seen such wealthy sight. Quasar Entertainment was not defined as exotic only because of its reputation, but also because of its crazy spectators.

Exotic and lavish. Flash was not kidding when he described the place as such. Sunset looked at the people outside, all of them had the fashion sense of a tailor who's had one too many LSD overdoses. One certain fashionista who would probably be either outraged or astonished at the sight came to Sunset's mind. Then a second later she decided to ignore the concerns surrounding clothes and trends.

"They look like candies!" Flamepuff squealed, his long tongue feverishly swirling around his face. "I want one!"

"You can't eat them," Sunset deadpanned.

"Eat who, exactly?" Flash looked at her, clueless.

Sunset scoffed. "Your mom."

"Okay, that was uncalled for," Flash said in repulsion with a frown on his face.

They pulled over into a spot, then grabbed their musical equipment before making their way to the grand entrance of the building.

"Welcome to Canterlot's very own rated R Broadway,” Flash announced to Sunset, hoisting his equipment over his shoulder.

"The city's getting ambitious," Sunset responded, puffing smoke above her, while eyeing the large scale of the building. "Rated R broadway? What is this? Like a stripping club or somethin’?"

Flash looked ahead with a shrug. "Pretty close, yeah. They have burlesque performances here. Wouldn't want to bring your children to that."

"Okay,” Sunset responded, not exactly sure how to respond to that, “Anything else?" she urged.

"There's a bar, an indoor pool, a casino, and a music hall," Flash said casually. "Oh, and women too." He added, much to Sunset's pleasure.

Sunset whistled, rubbing her hands together. "I like it already."

Flamepuff wagged his tail while eyeing his surroundings, a big smile plastered on his face.

Flash smirked, patting Sunset on the shoulder. "Wait until you meet the people."

At the entrance, the rest of the Flash Drive stood patiently, accompanied by an usher dressed in a fancy tuxedo. Flash waved at them and proudly beat his chest with his unoccupied hand, a gesture he and the Flash Drive had accustomed to as a greeting to each other. They waved back and returned the gesture, but made a look of shock once their eyes fell on the sight of Sunset, who was following Flash from behind.

Sunset noticed their anxious faces, then gave them a playful snarl. They fidgeted, and it earned her an arrogant smile. They were grown men. Bigger and taller than her, yet they quivered at the mere sight of her.

Flamepuff let out a laugh as he shook his head, genuinely entertained at the petrified look on the men's faces.

"Yeah, that's right, doggies. Bow down." Sunset beamed.

Thunder Bass, the man with the aqua colored hair and a grey sleeveless coat, was the only one who mildly tolerated her. While the rest took a few steps back. Ringo, Micro Chips and Brawly Beats made sure they were out of Sunset's way.

"Sunset Shimmer." Thunder Bass gave her a condescending look. "I am shaking." He said monotonously.

Sunset let her cigarette drop to the ground along with her equipments, her eyes piercing through Thunder Bass' yellow ones. "Thunder." She returned. "Fucking hell, I never thought I'd see your privileged ass again."

The two of them shook hands and shared a firm embrace.

"Never thought I'd see you too," Thunder Bass said with amusement after letting go. "Canterlot's favorite queen bitch is finally out to wreak some havoc and my, she is looking extra fine tonight." He said whistled with a thick coat of grit in his voice.

Sunset laughed half-heartedly. "Oh, stop it. I might give you a big wet kiss on the lips," She spat flatly.

"Sorry, darling, but I'm way too sober to even make out with a lesbian," His reply earned him a bad finger from Sunset.

Thunder Bass looked at Flash, who was standing there with his patient stance. He nodded at his presence. "Flash Sentry. The big man himself."

Flash came forward. "'Sup, Thunder." He said with a proud smile. "Hope you don't mind if she tags along," He and Thunder Bass shared an embrace as well, along with his other members.

"Well, as long as she doesn't bite anyone, everything's cool." Thunder Bass' response ignited a nervous chuckle from the rest of the band. Brawly Beats, the tallest of them all, was aghast and held a protective hand over his crotch.

Sunset rolled her eyes, chuckling at Thunder Bass' comment while giving a playful snarl at Brawly Beats. "Come back after you surgically remove your dicks, then maybe I'll give you all a taste test."

The Flash Drive erupted into reluctant hoots.

"Alright alright. That's enough, you guys," Flash interjected with an exasperated look on his face.

The humble looking usher stepped in front of them with red cards embedded with gold 'Q's in his hands. He gave them to Flash who distributed them amongst the members.

Flash Drive then made their way into the entrance with their equipments in hand, following the usher from behind.

"Those are your crimson cards. You will be granted free pass into any services in Quasar Entertainment," The usher delightfully voiced out in a gallant tone. "It is also my pleasure to inform you that your dinner has been reserved at table number nine after tonight's performance."

The Flash Drive made a collective sound of satisfaction and excitement, then they hung the cards around their necks. As they finally entered the building, they were welcomed by the exotic interior of the first level of Quasar Entertainment.

The walls and the ceilings were decorated with runes and murals that resembled the masterful artistry of the renaissance. Marble statues of nude models lined the halls, the floors tiled with black and white marble. Tropical plants were made to embellish the boring corners, chained tigers and cheetahs prowled at the visitors from their golden ornamental cages. The already unusual setting was amplified by the dimly lit colored lightings of sharp pinks, yellows and greens, that made the atmosphere nearly psychedelic for anyone who dared to enter.

Everyone excluding the Flash Drive added more to the weirdness with their over the top ludicrous outfits. Sunset scrunched up her face at the extremely sharp colors that pierced her vision.

"Well, this is different," Sunset commented, as they headed for the stylish elevator that was reminiscent of the 1900's.

"The music hall is on the second level of the building, where the Lady awaits for your arrival," The usher said with his usual polite and casual voice, pushing the button for the elevator to operate. "But she wishes to meet you after the performance."

"No problem," Flash nodded.

Sunset leaned closer to Flash. "So, what's in the first level?" She whispered to his shoulder.

Flamepuff perked up and sniffed the air. "I smell a high amount of estrogen and testosterone in this building," He said. Sunset shrugged him off.

"The first level of Quasar is basically eighty percent pool and alcohol." Flash replied while staring ahead.

Sunset leaned back with an unsurprised look. "Of course." Apparently what they saw was just the 'lounge'.

The elevator was quite spacious. Flash Drive, except for Flash, Thunder Bass and the usher, squeezed into the corner, far from Sunset. She looked at them in the corner of her eye, and she could clearly see them trembling in her presence. She smiled to herself.

But Sunset decided to not entertain them at the moment. Much to Flamepuff's disappointment.

The elevator produced a loud ting as its gold plated doors opened. Upon stepping out, an overwhelming amount of royal red and gold came to view. It was a large rectangular hall with a capacious stage. At its front was the area where its audience would dwell for their entertainment.

The classic dinner and a show.

Candle lit dinner tables were packed with wealthy spectators, all who were dressed in their gentlemen's suits and ladies' gowns. Tropical plants were also present to add to the exotic ambience. Along with the trademark mood lighting of pinks and purple that perfectly finished the feel of the whole setting.

"Ughm, do these people have any idea that they're not seeing an orchestra concert tonight?" Sunset humored, but the usher answered her anyway.

"The people here appreciate all kinds of music. They care less about the genre for they are interested in the performers and the entertainment they provide."

Sunset glanced over at the genteel people sitting at their respective tables who were chit chatting with their fellow aristocrats while drinking champagnes. Sunset and the rest of the band looked like lost hobos wandering around the place compared to them, and she was surprised as a couple of the spectators eyed her politely.

"This place is full of weirdos," Sunset said under her breath, a mildly disgusted expression on her face.

Flash looked at her with a teasing brow. "You don't like it?"

"Never said I didn't," Sunset responded, rolling her eyes.

Flamepuff gave a carefree shrug. "I think it's cool."

"This way to the backstage please," The usher gestured kindly. Flash Drive followed suit.

Flash, Sunset and the rest of the band took their time in arranging their musical equipments behind the stage curtains. Everyone in the band, except for Sunset, had already practiced their tunes many weeks prior. But Sunset was way too familiar of the band's routine, that to exclaim their doubts towards her sudden alliance would be an insult and a lie.

Sunset had the natural talent of improvisation, and they highly regarded her for it. But other than that, they saw her as a walking intimidation that was ready to strike at any moment.

Thunder Bass leaned in close to Flash, the two observing the redhead from a short distance across the stage.

"Still not over her?" He asked, his voice laced with unsurprising disappointment.

"She needs me." Flash managed to choke out.

"Bullshit." Thunder Bass laughed, giving the blue haired guitarist an empathetic punch on the shoulder. "I don't know about you, but your loyalty needs to expire. She ain't good for your health anymore man."

Flash returned the punch. "You know why I can't leave her., He mumbled weakly.

"You've gone soft." Thunder Bass sighed, a look of sympathy in his eyes. "What the hell did she do to you, man?"

"What she did," Flash scoffed. "More like, what I did." He said with a hint of guilt in his voice.

Thunder Bass shook his head. "It wasn't your fault, Flash. And you need to stop blaming yourself one of these days."

The two of them were silent for a moment, until Flash spoke again.

"By the way, you took care of it, didn’t you?" Flash asked, his voice low.

Thunder Bass gave him a comforting nod. "I got you covered. Just be careful, alright? A stolen car can mean some serious shit's gonna bite you in the ass."

Flash's brows furrowed, a determined look dominating his face. "I'll do whatever it takes."

"Dude," Thunder Bass called in a serious tone. "I've been here since this whole mess started. But, don't you think it's time for you to move on?"

"Hell, that's one thing I can never do," Flash weakly laughed.

"One thing you both can't do, apparently." Thunder Bass said, his lips pursed into a thin line.

Flash clenched his jaw at the thought. Then, the silence stretched out into agonizing seconds.

"My advice? Stop being a savior for someone who doesn't want to be saved. It wasn't your fault she got this bad, so don't kill yourself cleaning her mess," Thunder Bass said.

They decided to stop there. Thunder Bass gave Flash a last punch on the shoulder, then proceeded to his position.

With his signature red guitar that hung around his shoulder, Flash walked towards Sunset, examining the black and red guitar that he allowed her to use for their performance. He watched as her hands recognized the familiar touch of the instrument while recalling certain notes and chords in her mind. Flash had given her an assessment before their departure, so he doubted she would be anything disastrous tonight.

"Hey, you ready?" Flash asked, a gentle look in his eyes as he tried to find Sunset's own.

Sunset gave him a small nod. "It's been a long time," She said with an excited smirk, looking back into Flash's blue eyes.

Flash gave her a firm pat on the shoulder. "Just enjoy yourself tonight, bud." He told her before he positioned himself on the stage, hands fixed accordingly on his guitar.

Sunset walked towards the mic in front of her, anticipating the curtains to open.

It had been long since Sunset stepped her boots onto a stage. Hands on her instrument and her mouth against the mic. Nothing to accompany her senses but the music and the sound of the crowd hitting her ears.

As stupid as Flash was to temporarily ignore the nature of her current situation, she had to thank him for inviting her into the place. She could feel her seething pride rising up, and her hands readied themselves against her guitar as the curtains finally moved and the blinding light pierced through her vision.

But Sunset dared not to close her eyes. A rush of adrenaline flowed within her. She raised her hand to pluck against the strings, and as the time declared itself, the crowd was awakened and the tranquil atmosphere was bombarded by the loud tunes ringing throughout the music hall.

The dormant performer within Sunset rose from the depths of her being, and she let loose of anything that weighed her down. She and the rest of the band moved with youthful exuberance around the stage. Sunset strummed her guitar, hitting the notes with passionate aggression. The stage lights flickered with the music the band produced, amplifying the power of their performance.

When Sunset leaned her mouth closer towards the mic, her melodic voice rang into everyone's ears for the first time in a long while. Despite being a chronic smoker, Sunset's raspy voice matched perfectly with their song. She sang the lyrics with grit and her attitude was evidently unhinged. She possessed such surprising vigor, her movements and crazy dances on the stage brought an undeniable hype to the rest of the band.

Heart pounding and sweat building up, Sunset owned the stage with her strenuous vibe. She would bop and jump into the music, letting go of whatever was holding her back. She was having too much of a good time, and she moved with the music like a true rockstar she would have been, all while the Devil danced along with her.

To hell with the worries and inhibitions, Sunset thought.

A surprised smile crept onto Flash's lips, while he eyed the redhead proudly. He sang along with her, but pulled himself back just enough to grant Sunset more of the spotlight. Oh, how he missed seeing her so alive and full of energy. She was surely the face of the band that night. The pleasant look on the crowd's faces proved that notion true.

From the top seats, in her majestic burlesque outfit that made her the object of every man's desire, The Lady of Quasar Entertainment watched with fondness and delight at the newest performers dominating her stage.

Titania Savage fondled with her fur scarf that draped nicely around her shoulders all the way down to her lustrous curves. An entertained smile dwelled on her radiant red lips while she let herself enjoy the band's performance.

Sitting beside her was the man with the hair of flaming orange and red, his eyes the shade of bright yellow, and his shoulders broad that declared his strength and dominance. Crimson Blitz found himself genuinely enjoying the show just like his mistress.

Both the masters of the house loomed over the performers on the stage, their music drawn to a well-delivered conclusion. The whole time, Sunset's face was covered by her messy and sweaty red and gold hair, making it impossible to make out her features from a fair distance. She stood with heaving shoulders, trying to catch as many breaths as she could after pouring out all her energy into her performance.

As Sunset drew her head back for air, the spotlights gleamed into her sweat covered neck. She combed her messy hair out of her face, and finally revealed her cyan eyes to the crowd. They burst into an ecstatic applause that filled Sunset with pride.

Crimson and Titania sat still for a moment. Keenly observing the female guitarist's physical characteristics. A familiar image that bored itself into their minds came rushing back to them. Titania slightly widened her focused eyes in both shock and limpidity. Crimson sat straight, his muscles tensed, jaws clenched and his hands balled into fists.

An intruder has clothed herself in the privilege of a guest.

"Well, seems like you have invited a quite interesting guest this evening," Titania voiced out, an intrigued smile grew on her boldly angled face. Giving her glass of champagne a light shake.

"I sure have," Crimson replied, anticipation present in his mannerism. "Let's have her over dinner at our table. Let's see if she likes a little company," He said as he ran his gloved hand over the sharp edges of his dagger.

Down below, undetected by everyone's knowledge and sight, the Devil himself accompanied the band on stage. His glowing eyes and crimson claws bared in mischievous delight.

"Thank you, thank you!" Flamepuff said as he made dramatic bows and flew a few kisses into the air. "I take partial credit in that, folks! She sold her soul to me after all!"

Sunset relished in the sound of the people's cheers, her eyes narrowed their way into the crowd of wealthy spectators. It was... addicting. Almost like a drug that seeped its way into her system, leaving her wanting for more.

"Yes. You like that," Flamepuff grinned, his tongue slithering like a devious snake. "Let it flow, Sunset."

For a long time Sunset sulked in her smelly apartment, drinking her pain away, along with countless nights in numerous clubs, and in her lonely bed within the arms of many whores. She had almost forgotten the feeling of being treated like the universe wasn’t shitting on her very existence. She missed the appreciation, the recognition and the cheers. And standing there on the stage, she felt like she had finally gained something back.

Sunset remembered the things she said last night, that she would take back what life refused to give to her.

And out of nowhere, that familiar satisfied grin made a return to her lips. Her eyes closed and her head leaned back, exposing her glistening neck to the lights once more, and inhaled the scent of the promising night before the curtains finally drew to a close.

Just as the band left for the back stage, a heavy muscular arm wrapped itself around Sunset's shoulders and pulled her into a tight embrace.

"You totally crushed it, Sunset!" Flash exclaimed, obviously ecstatic. His blue eyes gleamed along with the beads of sweat that formed on his face, with a few dripping down his stubble and to his Adam's apple.

Sunset, with her peaceful look suddenly switched to an irritated scowl, shoved the taller man away. Accompanied by a possessive hiss from Flamepuff. The fur on his back stood like individual charred splinters rattling threateningly along with his long forked tongue.

"Hey, I'm the one who gives compliments around here!"

Of course, the blue haired man wasn't fazed as the large beaming smile on his face remained plastered still.

"Just as I thought. You still have it in you," Flash grinned.

"I sure did draw a lot of attention there," Sunset said with a lopsided smile. Removing the guitar over her head before placing it on top of the rack.

"I just gotta say that I'm really happy to have you tonight, Sunset. Seriously." The smile on Flash's face and the genuine joy radiating from every atom of his being made Sunset just want to bash his red guitar over his stupid blue head.

"Don't piss your big boy pants, Flash," She said as she rolled her eyes and blew away the messy red locks that invaded her sweaty face.

"Just complimenting. I thought you'd like that."

"Yeah? Well, you're milking it."

Flamepuff stuck a tongue out. "Bleh! In your face, Flashy boy!"

Flash grabbed a towel and draped it around his shoulders. "Nice work, guys," He announced, a little less joyous than the compliments he gave towards Sunset.

After rehydrating themselves and changing into their less sweaty outfits, they put their instruments away and took their time in making themselves presentable for the rest of the night.

"Ugh, a tie? Really?" Sunset groaned as she saw Flash struggling to put a tie on.

"Hey, I'm trying to blend in," Flash said in defense.

Sunset rolled her eyes. "Yeah, with a tie, ripped jeans and sneakers, you sure blend in pretty well."

Flash gave her a blank look.

"Don't act so violated," Sunset walked over to him and gently pulled his collar with both hands, closing the distance between them into a few inches.

"Let me help you with that, you big baby." Sunset whispered with a sly smirk, before working her way into fixing the miserable tie that tangled itself around Flash's neck.

"Geez, when was the last time you did your tie?" Sunset said with fake annoyance.

Flash didn't answer her, though. He simply watched her do his tie with care and accuracy. Or he would just look at her face. Focused, stern, nearly annoyed, yet he would try to find even a remnant of her once radiant self. He would trick himself into believing that he had, even though the obvious truth was a big fat contradiction to his beliefs. Sunset was dead, but he still refused to abandon the one in front of him.

Sunset was so close to Flash's face, he could feel a familiar, and almost nostalgic warmth forming between them. When she was finally done, their eyes met.

Flamepuff broke into a loud yawn. "This is so cheesy, I might conjure some magical glitters and toss them in the air for full effect."

Sunset scoffed and pushed Flash by his chest, leaving him with a sad smile on his lips.

"Thanks, mom," Flash teased as Sunset turned her back.

"Oh, go fuck yourself." Sunset spat, waving a hand dismissively without even batting him an eye.

Flash flailed his arms. "Everytime!"

The usher from earlier arrived at the back stage, now with the invitation from the Lady.

"I shall now escort you to your tables," The usher humbly announced.

As the band prepared to look presentable enough, Sunset leaned nonchalantly against the wall in the back. Flamepuff crept from the shadow of her neck and turned to meet her eyes.

"This place is big enough," Flamepuff said, his grin stretching to his ears. "Why don't we look around and explore a little more?"

Sunset didn't disregard the idea. Quasar, from the very moment she stepped foot into the establishment, had given already her an impression; a promise that it had special thrills to offer. Far different than the ones she was accustomed to.

To discover them on her own selfish delight was not a bad idea.

"Hey, Sunset!" Flash called. "We're already going."

Sunset declined, shaking her head. "Uh, nope. I'm gonna have to catch you guys later."

"Where are you going?" Flash asked, his face scrunched in suspicion.

Sunset jogged on her feet towards the other door with her hands pocketed in her jacket. "Potty break. Gotta go!

"That's the damn exit!” Flash shouted, starting to run after her. “Hey!"

Sunset didn't give Flash the slightest chance as she darted out of the exit before dragging a heavy storage box from a corner to barricade the door.

She laughed at the satisfaction after catching a last glimpse of him trying to come after her.

"Bye bye, Flashy boy!" Flamepuff said, waving a tiny hand at the door that was currently being banged on by Flash.

"Sunset! You come back here right now!" Flash's muffled yells from the other side went largely ignored.

"For fucks sake," Sunset sighed, rolling her eyes. "I signed up to play in your band. Not to be put on a fucking leash so I could follow you around."

"Goddamit, woman!"

"Ta-ta, Sentry! Enjoy your dinner!"

"Shimmer!"

And with that, Sunset turned around, now in an unexplored part of the building. She had the option to stay with the band, but with Flash around, it would be a great hindrance to her fun.

And Flamepuff agreed to that.

There was a tale that Flash and Sunset once ruled the Muck Alley after their fall from grace in society. Banned from universities and shamed by those who had high expectations for them, they were forced to venture the darker path as a short-lived tandem of delinquents. Their very own Bonnie and Clyde.

They made enemies, stirred up trouble, and made an affinity for alcohol and sex. It was their way to cope with failure.

Obviously, it didn't last. And it was long considered as a forgotten tale.

Sunset found no problem in doing them alone.

"Now, let’s see what awaits us, shall we?" Flamepuff said deviously, perching on top of Sunset's head.

Sunset put up her collar, while wearing a confident smile on her face. "Quasar, here I come."

The house of Quasar Entertainment came alive. Sounds of heavy rhythmic bass and exhilarating melody blasted through the building, bringing energy and brightness to the ambience.

There were no rules prohibiting smoking, so Sunset took the invitation. She brought a cigarette to her lips, lit conveniently by a kiss of Flamepuff's tail.

She swaggered along the path, making her more extravagant than the already colorful guests that walked by, even though she barely adorned any bright color. She sure caught their attention, though she wasn't entirely sure if it was her smoking, the dark yet ecstatic look in her eyes, or just simply how she danced as she trotted foward. But she had to admit she enjoyed the priceless look on their faces. The rather bemused and shocked expressions never failed to bring her the satisfaction she wanted.

Sunset had no idea where she was going. But to say that she gave a damn would be a false claim. The building was truly large in scale, with each location possessing different personalities of their own. One could say it was some sort of a madhouse on drugs.

With the embodiment of mischief and sin rested on her shoulder like a decorative scarf, she starved for trouble once more. And she was sober this time.

Unexpectedly arriving at the casino, a familiar feeling hit her in the gut. She remembered her days back in Vegas not too long ago. The thrills she had, and the rituals she learned.

Too bad she lost respect for it all.

"You know," she began, puffing a cloud of smoke into the air. "It would be a crime if we don't do something about this...boring atmosphere." Sunset narrowed her gaze at the scenery before her.

A sinister giggle erupted from Flamepuff. "Are you interested in decorating this bland affair with your preferred choice of entertainment?"

"Hell yeah, let's fuck shit up."

"If only Flashy boy was here," Flamepuff mocked a pout. "I would watch the blood run from his eyes! Hahahaha!"

Sunset walked down the casino hall with her hands in her pockets. Even at the obvious presence of the security scattered around the area, Sunset still had the boldness to employ her crazy antics.

At any given chance, she would grope and 'steal' a couple of women from their boyfriends. And after stealing a passionate kiss from each one she grabbed by the wrist, Sunset would flee into the crowd as the enraged men would try to chase her. But really, she was quicker than all of them.

To every waitress that she came across her way, she would seduce them, then take their carried champagne. Gulping them down mercilessly before leaving them stunned and defeated.

At any given opportunity, Sunset took it to bombard the gambling pits and sabotage any potential victory, kicking stacks of coins off the tables and drinking everybody's glass of gin to cause a fueled uproar.

She didn't give a shit.

Sunset savored in her own triumph, earning victorious cackles from Flamepuff. Her fun only escalated when the security finally went to apprehend her.

"Here they come," Upon spotting them, Sunset gulped her last glass of gin, and threw it away carelessly before leaping into the crowd.

"Haha! See ya, suckers!" Flamepuff laughed as they both got away.

Given the large population within the casino, it was easy for Sunset to get away. She eventually finds herself in another unknown part of the building; a dimly lit hallway, decorated with neon graffiti and murals. It stretched to more areas she hadn’t explored yet, structured in spirals and turns that would nearly serve as a labyrinth in its own right.

Sunset gasped for air, but the smile on her face remained still. She let out an exhausted chuckle, leaning against the wall for support.

"That was fucking awesome," She laughed, pulling out another cigarette from her jacket to put it between her lips.

Flamepuff crawled down from her head and lit the cigarette in flames. Allowing Sunset to breathe in the minty flavor of the air.

"The fun hasn't begun yet," Flamepuff said ominously while licking away the sweat that has build up on Sunset's face.

Sunset raised an eyebrow. "Alright, what is it this time?"

Flamepuff moved close to her face to meet her cyan eyes. "I can smell something else. It's strong," He whispered.

"Estrogen and testosterone?"

Flamepuff shook his head. "No. Stronger."

"Then tell me already instead of getting all cryptic, you little shit," Sunset spat impatiently.

Flamepuff sniffed the air like a dog, turning his head in every direction. He paused his gaze at the deeper part of the hallway, his eyes narrowing into two red arches. His mouth formed into a grin that stretched into his ribs, revealing more teeth within them.

"Fresh blood and sinew," the demon said in his childish raspy voice as his ears twitched and pivoted. "It's in there." Flamepuff pointed a tiny finger towards the dim hallway.

The sound of the security frantically searching for Sunset urged her to stand up and run further into the dark hallway, completely ignoring what Flamepuff had said. Yet he allowed her, as he silently perched on her shoulder anticipating what's about to come her way.

"Shit, what the hell is this place?" Sunset said in a low curious whisper, as she tried to adjust her vision into the dark yet sharply colored hallway. The shades of pink and green making her squint her eyes in irritation.

Sunset paused as she heard several muffled footsteps coming into her direction. She turned a corner and leaned her back against the wall, listening to the faint sounds of boots strutting throughout the labyrinthian halls.

She then heard voices of men, soft whispers echoing in the place. She could tell they were close, but not close enough to see any tangible presence within the halls with her. It was only a matter of time before the corners and turns of the halls would lead them right where she was.

There was no fear in her. Sunset had the Devil by her side, so why was she hiding from an approaching presence she didn't know?

She stepped out of the corner.

Even in the pink shadows, Sunset saw a group of heavily armed man prowling the hallway like wolves out for a hunt. Their bodies covered with black matted armor, and in their arms they carried menacing guns.

The armed men stopped at the sight of Sunset. One of them raised his fist, signaling the men behind him to stop in their tracks.

Sunset froze in her tracks as well. Her eyes darted intensely towards the men, their faces covered in masks, leaving their eyes exposed for her to look at. She had no clue who these men were, but she was certain that whatever their intention was, it would involve bloodshed. Their weapons proved that notion true.

Alerted, they pointed their guns towards Sunset, while she automatically took a firm step back.

"Okay..." Sunset said, breathing cautiously. "I'm gonna have to assume that you're those type of dudes who come to take rich people as hostages to get some ransom and shit like that."

The men threateningly moved forward. Their guns aiming at Sunset's chest.

"Oh, come on, you guys. Really?" Sunset sighed, flailing her arms. "You got fucking big ass assault rifles. And I have, what? A fucking lighter. Yes, definitely fear me."

Flamepuff's unsettling laughter rang into her ear, breaking the tension between her and the armed strangers.

Without mercy or warning, the first man pulled the trigger as he aimed his gun at Sunset's head, igniting a bright light that disturbed the dimness of the hall within a second.

By some dumb stroke of luck, Sunset managed to dodge the bullet, letting it only leave a scratch on her cheek, droplets of blood running down her jaw. She dropped to one knee, growling.

"Oh, boy!" Flamepuff clapped his hands excitedly. “This is getting good!”

"Fuck! That hurts!" Sunset sneered, tenderly touching her new bleeding wound.

A bone rattling scream of anguish destroyed the silence of the hallways, as its echo stretched beyond its labyrinthian structure only to be heard by the few who were currently inside it. Then, sounds of violent gun fire started pounding into their ears along with the sounds of guts being sliced and diced by a sharp metallic source.

It came from behind them. Sunset froze again, and the men turned around their heels to face whatever threat that has risen to hunt them down.

The men charged, and it was with no warning, that their bullets failed to protect them. Sunset tried to watch in the dark as the men struggled to apprehend the attacker. She watched as some of the men fell to their feet, declaring their failure and their ultimate defeat, laying in the pool of their own blood.

The remaining men fought viciously against the attacker in blind rage. Under immense misfortune, their limbs were sliced in quick and clean swings of glimmering blur. The sound of blade against skin, created a disturbing cacophony that accompanied the horrifying cries. The screams only ended when the heads tumbled on the floor with humiliating negligence.

Sunset was left in utter shock at the carnage in front of her. The men met their end one by one, the remaining survivor falling onto his knees screaming and crying for help. His eyes begging for deliverance as they bore into Sunset's cold ones. Yet his pleas were never again heard after a long sharp blade burst through his chest, leaving him limp, shamefully slumping face first onto the floor.

Slowly, with great intrigue and caution, Sunset raised her head to face the attacker. Her eyes widened, her face twisting into confusion and disbelief.

The figure was small, about the height of a ten year old child. The dim lighting didn't fail to frame the two fairly long pink pigtails that hung from either side of the head.

Sunset decided it was a girl. Roughly a decade younger than herself.

She was in a white shirt stained by blood accompanied with a red tie, and a black jacket with an embroidered patch of a rose at the both sleeves to match. She also wore a pair of black shorts, thigh high socks leading down to oddly fitting school shoes.

Sunset took notice of the two utility belts she carried at her waist before
meeting the girl's eyes. They were as blue as the sky, yet empty and merciless as the void of space itself, nearly obscured by her hair. Her soft features were stained with her enemies' blood, and her lips were flat and expressionless.

The girl stepped forward, letting the tip of her sword drag along the floor causing it to make an irritating speech that made Sunset wince. Her head tilted curiously as she intently stared into Sunset's eyes.

"Holy shit..." Sunset gasped. "What the fuck?"

The blue eyed girl looked down at Sunset's chest where her red card was hanging from her neck.

"How unfortunate." The girl spoke, her voice soft as a whisper. "You're wearing one of the cards. That means you are given immunity inside the house. But I have to wonder, how did you obtain it?"

Sunset's confusion only intensified. "You're a kid..."

The girl's blank stare narrowed. "Kid?" She said, this time her voice was sharp as her blade.

"I mean... h-how did yo–?"

"I am the Sentinel." The girl announced, her stare cold and penetrating. "Shall I say, it is a pleasure to finally meet you... 'The Verdict.'"

Author's Notes:

Shout out to JackRipper on this one. As always, feedbacks are welcome.

Edited by TheNewYorkBrony