Sunset froze, her eyes fixed cautiously on the pink haired little girl in front of her.

The little girl has already established what she was capable of, and the moment she addressed the redhead by the name 'The Verdict', it was clear that her blade was definitely poised to strike at her.

But the girl merely stood there still, tapping the sharp end of her blade every few seconds on the floor, causing an eerie sharp scratching noise that echoed.

Then, the girl sighed.

She slumped onto one of the piled bodies that laid bloody on the floor. She pulled out a piece of white cloth and gently wiped off the blood currently smeared on her blade. Her eyes stole glances at Sunset as she did so. They were somewhat plain and sharp. Odd, yes. But Sunset still kept her guard.

"It's quite amusing seeing you here in our house, wearing the mark of privilege."

Normally, Sunset always had a snarky remark for everything. But this time, she kept her tongue to herself.

They... they will find you, the man said. Yet, in an ironic turn of events, Sunset found them. And she wasn't exactly sure what to do with that information.

She could laugh, yes. But stumbling upon a little girl who just slaughtered a group of armed men was no laughing matter.

She flinched when the little girl stood from her seat and moved to sheath her now clean blade. It hung prominently on her back, and her eyes bore heavily down on Sunset's frame. A look so empty and shallow that it was nearly difficult for Sunset to read her. But she shook her worries aside and slowly stood from her kneeling position, keeping a close eye on the pink haired little girl.

The little girl reached for the telecom device on her ear just beneath her strands of pink hair.

"Mr. Crimson," The little girl called.

Sunset took a few steps back, her boot tapping against the pool of blood on the floor, eyes never leaving the little girl.

"Have you taken care of the parasites?"

The little girl firmly mounted her feet on top of the dismembered body. "Yes, sir. An immediate cleanup would be nice," She said, mindlessly tapping her shoe against the body.

"Don't worry. They're already coming."

A faint nod came from the little girl, before turning her attention back to Sunset, who froze under her gaze.

"I see you've found our special guest."

"Shall I do something about her?"

By the time Sunset saw the shadow shift the little girl's empty eyes, she had bolted off and tore through the dark hallway.

"You did your job, Thorn darling," The voice of Titania spoke in a loving whisper.

"Let me take care of this matter," Crimson said, and Thorn could hear the grin in his voice.

"Okay."

"I'll see you in twenty minutes."

Thorn looked back at the carnage behind her, walls stained with splatters of blood. Dismembered bodies were sprawled shamefully across the floor, surrounded by large pools of blood. She could see a few heads, their faces frozen in horror and despair. Thorn tilted her head as she emptily stared into one of the head's already white eyes, almost poking out of their sockets with blood running down like a desperate display for final mercy.

Thorn kicked the head like a soccer ball, tumbling it across the bloody floor.

"You idiots never learn."

Flash could not keep himself from shifting in his seat. His legs fidgeting uncomfortably in its place.

Both Crimson and Titania had welcomed the band with warm greetings, offering them drinks as a gesture of appreciation while entertaining with their small talk. Flash Drive had no trouble keeping up as they were accustomed to it. Thunder Bass had taken the lead, while Flash evaded all conversation as his mind was occupied by other things.

"Damn it, Sunset. Where the hell are you?" He muttered under his breath, keeping his eyes away from the masters' gaze. Flash hadn’t so much as touched the glass of gin that was given to him.

While Titania was busy charming the rest of his members, Crimson had his eyes fixed on the blue haired lad.

"Trouble with your girl?" Crimson asked with a sly smile, snapping Flash out of his trance.

Flash didn't respond, but gave a small chuckle instead.

"Women always come around, kid. You just have to wait," Crimson responded, grinning in an attempt to somehow comfort the younger man.

Even with the sultry atmosphere, the beats of heavy music pounding into his ears, the smell of alcohol, and the presence of attractive women, Flash didn't give in to the temptation. His worry and great distrust towards Sunset overpowered any desire to let himself succumb to the pleasures the night had offered him.

A woman, dressed in nothing but a thong, pinned Flash against his seat and began straddling him. In shock, he stammered, hands flying in the air. Out the corner of his eye, he saw Crimson grinning at the scene.

"Have a little fun, Flash. You can never find bitches as bad as the ones here," Thunder Bass hooted, while he leaned back to his seat. Letting the woman on top of him do the work.

Flash frowned. "Definitely," He said dryly. He gently pulled the woman, now confused and slightly offended, off of his lap as he stood up from his seat.

"What's the matter, darling?" Titania asked with concern.

"He seems to have no interest at all," Crimson said to Titania, taking a sip of his own drink before turning to Flash once more. "Why don't you take a drink instead and I'll have my men look for her?"

"Yes, darling. That would be wonderful." Titania responded with glee. "I am absolutely delighted to meet this interesting character..."

Crimson's yellow eyes narrowed. "Interesting enough that we might have heard remarkable stories about her," There was a twitch in his eye when he said those words.

Dark shadows casted itself over their eyes, almost in an ominous manner. Many wide and lifeless masks plastered on top of something that seemed to be driven by mischief.

Or it could be just the cloud of smoke Flash had somehow accidently inhaled. He politely shook his head as he stepped out of the circle.

"I'll find her myself to save you the trouble. Please, continue without me," Flash insisted, his voice trying to be convincing as possible. He turned to the rest of his band, all of them occupied with the women straddling their laps.

"You guys have fun," Flash said, giving Thunder Bass and Brawly Beats light shoves on the shoulders and winked at Ringo and Micro Chips.

"Get a life for once, geez," Thunder Bass yelled. "At least take one shot."

“I'm good, Thunder." Flash said.

Thunder Bass scoffed. "You're rude for leaving that fine piece of ass hanging. A single shot of gin ain't gonna kill you.”

Flash looked at the pair across the table who seemed to agree with Thunder Bass' words. He dropped his shoulders in defeat and guilt, and turned to grab his glass. He gulped its contents down as quickly as he could.

"I'll be back,” he coughed.

Crimson and Titania watched him leave.

Titania gave her glass of champagne a light shake. “They’re excellent performers, aren’t they?”

“They are.” Crimson nodded, wrapping his arm around his mistress’s shoulder.

Titania sighed. “It’s just too bad that our thief is affiliated with them. She could have been an excellent addition to the house. People admire her so.”

Titania noticed the frown on Crimson’s face, his jaw flexing as his eyes stared aimlessly into space.

“I know. And it pisses me off.” Crimson said. “I can’t even lay a hand on her.”

“You know the rules, Crimson.” Titania reminded, sipping into her drink. “We musn’t harm guests.”

“Thief, mistress. She is a thief.” Crimson corrected.

“She has done a great service still.” Titania said. “Rule of the house, darling.”

“I understand.” Crimson sighed.

“Things just took a quite inconvenient turn for us," Titania said to Crimson. "But please be reminded that we have other matters to worry about."

Crimson grumbled. "Bogeys coming into the building like rats. Shit, these guys work fast, huh?"

"Not fast enough for Thorn's liking." Titania commented proudly.

"That's our girl." Crimson grinned, just before his phone rang.

Curiously, Titania looked over. "What is it?"

"Excuse me, mistress." Crimson said as he stood from his seat. "I'm going to have do some flushing."

"Very well." Titania sighed. "Do what you must, then."

Crimson flashed her a polite grin as he left with his three men tailing behind.

"Have a nice evening."

Flash had a long list about the things that Sunset was particularly attracted to; and if he was going to pick the most likely one from his abundant selection, it would be alcohol. Lots of alcohol. A bar.

Quasar's bar.

Hopefully, he would find her before she caused any major trouble. That could include anything from stealing someone else's drink to beating someone to a pulp.

He retained his composure as he stepped into the bar's entrance. It was packed to the brim with eccentric and loud people, most likely intoxicated.

Flash recognized the smell of weed, yet persisted through the crowd.

In a desperate attempt to find Sunset, he scanned as many faces as he could.

"Shit." Flash cursed, frustrated.

He began to peer over the crowd when he noticed a group of security guards making their way through the mass of bodies, bringing Flash immediate alarm.

Someone was in trouble.

He continued to move away from the center of the bar to take a breath, startled by a sudden hand snatching him by his wrist. The familiar touch of hungry lips pressed against his own, catching him by surprise. The smell of cigarettes, the feminine yet calloused hand pulling him forcefully by the nape, and the all-too-familiar ravenous kiss gave him all the confirmation he needed.

Of course she’s drunk, Flash thought.

Flash let himself be pulled away into a dark and less crowded corner, keeping his lips bonded with hers in a drunken embrace. The taste of alcohol on her tongue was strong.

He had half a mind to pull away and scold Sunset, but he found that he couldn’t help but keep drowning into the kiss instead.

Flash could hear heavy footsteps approaching them. His instincts kicked in, and he grabbed both of Sunset's thighs, hoisting them around his waist, before pinning her against the nearby wall with vigor; a display of dominance Sunset seemed to appreciate as he returned every ounce of energy that she had poured into their kiss.

The mysterious figures walked past them, and Sunset slowly pulled him away, a saliva string connecting them. They both breathed heavily, barely any space between them.

Sunset's cyan eyes pierced through Flash's blue ones, as she looked at him in amusement, triumph, and most importantly, mockery, which earned her a lopsided smile.

"Shhh," She hushed as she ran a finger down Flash's lips. "Don't blow my cover."

Flash returned a look of disappointment with a subtle hint of guilt. "You've been drinking," He sneered at her.

"Oh? And you haven't?" Sunset retorted, a mocking grin accompanying the chuckle that escaped her throat. "I could taste the gin straight from your mouth." She spat before letting out an obnoxious belch.

Flash groaned at the smell, but he tolerated it still. Looking at her again, he noticed the scar on Sunset's cheek. "What is that?"

"Okay, before you start interrogating, false officer, can you put me down, please?"

Flash rolled his eyes. He finally released her from his hold, but not from his gaze. He cornered her into the wall, which Sunset took a liking by leaning back casually with her arms crossed.

"Alright, where did that come from?" Flash's voice was stern, clearly upset.

Sunset shrugged. "There was this group of mercenary looking dudes that tried to shoot me in the face."

Flash was going to yell bullshit on that one, but he held his tongue.

"And then there was a little girl who sliced all their heads off with a katana." Sunset added, making slicing motions with her hands.

Flash wasn't entirely sure how to react, but he certainly failed to keep his tongue that time.

"Bullshit."

Sunset laughed. "See? What's the point of explaining if you don't even believe me?"

"You expect me to believe that?" Flash said, frowning.

"Go fuck yourself, Flash. Seriously." Sunset sneered, beginning to walk away.

"Oh, goodie! Here we go again!" Flamepuff materialized from the shadows and hovered over the pair. "Should I grab a popcorn for this one?!"

Zip it, you little rat.

"Don't give me that shit, Sunset," Flash said, raising his voice. "I had to face those two alone because their most anticipated guest ran off. I looked like an idiot."

Flamepuff sniffed at Flash. "Do I smell a whore on him? I'm pretty sure I do."

Sunset ignored the demon. "I wasn't in it for socializing with the snobs. And you are actually ignoring what I just said," She said through gritted teeth.

"I'm not gonna fall for some half-assed bullshit."

Frustrated, Sunset grabbed Flash by his jacket's collar. She bore into his eyes and growled into his face, "How 'bout this? You invited me here, and coincidently, the people who are hunting me down? Are here too, Flash. Now, who do I blame for that?"

Flash was taken aback by the sudden news.

Flamepuff let out a genuine cackle at the look of Flash's face alone.

"Oh, you heard me, Flash." Sunset fake laughed. "Loud and clear. They are here. I found them." She said almost in silence, but her voice coated enough of the danger.

With dread and panic in his voice, Flash asked, "Who are they? Tell me who are they?"

Sunset ran her tongue over the inside her cheek, her eyes squinting as she tried to recall any information in her head. "I-I don't know. There's... there's a guy called Crimson..."

Flash's eyes widened. He shook his head and eyed Sunset with intensity, grabbing her by the waist.

"We need to get outta here. Now."

"Sure! If security doesn't catch us first," Sunset murmured.

Flash groaned. "Just shut up."

Coming out from the shadows, a wall of bodies blocked the path of the two. At the center was Crimson Blitz, standing tall in his gold and red suit, his men standing at his side. Sunset stiffened when she saw the pink haired little girl beside the orange haired man. She was clean but her eyes were cold and empty still.

"Oh, fuck." The words came out of Sunset's mouth without a second thought.

"Let me do the talking on this one," Flash muttered towards Sunset before facing the older man.

"Mr. Crimson," he said, nodding towards the man.

Crimson's face was soft and calm. But there was something in his eyes that made Flash took a defensive step forward, shielding Sunset behind him as he saw those bright yellow eyes creep towards her direction. As if she was some sort of prey.

"Mr. Sentry," Crimson greeted back, his voice jolly and overly enthusiastic. "I see you finally found your most popular band member."

Flash swallowed. "I'm so sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. Crimson." He said apologetically before giving a small bow. It took tremendous efforts to try and hide the shaking in his voice.

Crimson chuckled. "Yeah, we have our moments, kid." He said with a shrug. "Unfortunately, I have received multiple complaints from our guests, saying that Miss Rockstar over here might have caused some major disturbance."

Flash clenched his jaw, and slightly turned his head towards his shoulder, meeting Sunset in his shadow at the corner of his eye. He was obviously upset. And Sunset frowned.

She was about to say something crude when Flash clasped his hand on her mouth.

"I understand, sir." Flash said, while Sunset slobbered on his hand. He shoved it off.

"Look, you were great performers and all but I value our paying customers more." Crimson's tone remained careless in a way, but Flash was convinced otherwise. The way they stood in front of him and Sunset felt like a human cage.

"Hey, I'm really sorry," Flash said, but his voice was more firm than before. With a sigh, he continued, "If there's anything that we can at least do to compensate for the troubl–"

Crimson waved a hand of disapproval. "Oh, do not. You've already served your purpose well inside the house of Quasar Entertainment. You've done enough." His last sentence was delivered bitterly.

He looked into Flash's blue eyes, sneering. "Now get out."

In a matter of minutes, the pair found themselves escorted out of the building. Flash didn't know if he was supposed to be relieved at the superficial punishment.

There were worse things to worry about at the moment.

He honestly didn't care if he was humiliated, Crimson and little Thorn watching their departure alongside a mob of displeased guests and staffs who were all victims of Sunset's shenanigans.

Sunset being her drunk self, simply flipped the bird just to provoke them even more so than she already had. The little demon on her shoulder enjoyed the look on their faces.

Flash was quiet, a stiff expression on his face. He dragged his best friend to the car and immediately slammed his keys into the ignition.

From the grand entrance, Crimson and Thorn watched as the pair drove away.

"Mr. Crimson," Thorn began, her eyes staring blankly into space. "I have a question."

"What is it?" Crimson asked, looking down at his young companion.

"Why didn't we apprehend her? We had her in our grasp," Thorn said, brows furrowed.

Crimson gave a small smile before answering. "Simply because we have other jobs to do."

Thorn frowned. "So you let her go unpunished?"

Crimson laughed. "Not entirely."

"How so?"

"I gave Canyon a head start," Crimson's grin grew sadistic, as he waved his phone.

"Oh," Thorn responded, nodding.

Crimson took the girl's small hand as they walked back to their house.

“Don’t worry, little one. We’ll see her again.”

In the city of Canterlot, there lived two kinds of people. The sheep who were blind and gullible, and the wolves of the night who hunted them down.

Flash was no blind sheep, for he knew with absolute truth and familiarity what a wolf's deeds were.

Sweat and cold blood built up in his tensed body. His trembling hands gripped the wheel as he drove feverishly through the streets, away from the crowded city.

"Sunset, put your seatbelt on," Flash commanded, his eyes frantically shifting from the mirrors to his windshield.

Sunset frowned at him, just because his bossy tone always got under her skin. Still, she buckled herself in.

"The universe's a fucking asshole, ain't it?" Sunset slurred before pulling out a cigarette with a sigh.

Flash repeatedly cursed slamming the wheel, his frustration getting its glorious exposure for Sunset to ogle at. Anyone who knew Flash knew he was a terrifying sight in such state. But for Sunset, it was just another amusing moment worth watching.

"They're planning something," he said, his voice low and full of anger. "Whatever you did, Sunset, they’re not gonna let you get away with it,"

"I know," Sunset sighed. “They already had the chance to get me. But they didn't do anything. Especially that kid."

"What did she say?" Flash asked.

“It doesn't matter.”

"And she's a kid?" Flash was still in disbelief.

"Yeah," Sunset responded. “That place is weird. Forget Broadway, it's a goddamn slaughterhouse,”

“I see,” Flash said, not really sure what else to say.

“And you didn't believe me, dickhead." Sunset spat, rolling her eyes.

Flash's jaw flexed. "How the hell was I supposed to know?! Given everything we’ve been through I should have believed you,"

"Heh. Preaching to the choir," Sunset scoffed.

“I mean I knew that place was sorta out there but I had no idea that it was that...bad.” Flash responded in defense. “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have brought you there and exposed you like that.”

“Oh no, don't get all sappy on me,” Sunset responded in disgust. “It was my choice to come with you. Mine. I had my fun. Maybe you did too. And now we move on.”

“I'm worried about us. I'm worried about the guys, too,” Flash said, eyebrows furrowing.

“Yeah,” Sunset agreed thoughtfully. “Do you think they would…?”

There was a long pause.

The frown on Flash's face deepened. "You're not leaving my sight, Sunset. You're not taking a step into the streets without me. No clubbing, no bar fights, no orgy parties. I need you to lay low. Do you hear me?"

"What is this supposed to be?" Sunset snickered teasingly. “You’re not my mom,”

Flash's face darkened, as did their surroundings, changing from the bright streets of the city to the dimly lit highway.

“It means we're getting outta here. Once we get back to my place, I'm gonna contact the boys. I am not taking any risks.”

Sunset raised an eyebrow.

"I am dead serious. You have to stick with me," Flash insisted. "I'll cuff you if I have to."

"Woah there. Isn’t that a little too dark for you?" Sunset joked, snickering.

Sunset received a glare from him, one that looked guilty, forced, but radiated immense determination that was almost too grim even for Flash’s own liking. She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to be impressed or startled.

Flash knew what was about to happen. He had predicted it the moment he read Crimson's actions; the way the older man seemed to appear… off. It was just too easy, he thought. And the worst kinds never dwell on the 'easy'. Where was the fun in that?

Flamepuff, who was lying lazily on top of the dashboard compartment, purposefully watched the situation before him. Like a patient feline, his tail gently swayed from side to side, ears occasionally flickering, teeth bared in intense excitement.

"This is your captain speaking," Flamepuff mocked. “Please hold onto your seats because we are about to embark on one hell of a ride."

Sunset took a moment to pause, then she shifted her eyes towards the mirrors.

"Um, Flash?"

From the rear view mirror, Flash could see three pairs of headlights tailing behind them.

"Here they come," He said.

Flamepuff wiggled his rear in glee. "Oh boy, here we go!" He cheered before turning his head towards the windshield. "We'll bathe in blood tonight, ladies and gentlemen!"

Sunset looked at Flash and yelled, "Better floor it now, Flash!"

"Alright just hold on tig—"

The sound of gunfire shook the air, and both of them ducked in their seats.

Sunset, alert and careful, peeked to look into the glass window behind, only to find it shattered.

"About fucking time!"

The car's speed increased, with Flash hell-bent on escaping their enemies. But with them currently on a highway leading to a bridge built over fifty feet above a river, he wasn't sure if he could out maneuver them in time.

A terrifying roar came from the car's engine, and Sunset saw one of the cars speeding dangerously close towards their right. A second gunshot echoed and ruptured their car's rear lights, sending shards of plastic into the air.

Another bullet was fired and hit the mirror near Sunset's window.

"Get these fuckers off our tail, Flash!" She shouted, dropping the cigarette from her mouth.

"I’m trying!" Flash replied, stomping hard on the pedals and grunted as he steered violently to the right. The car shook as it hit the other vehicle's doors with impactful force. Sparks of light ignited from the friction as both cars ground against each other.

After stunning its passengers, Flash took the opportunity to quickly open his compartments, revealing a gun of his own. Sunset's eyes widened in shock.

"No fucking way," She breathed, a little impressed.

Flash looked at her out the corner of his eye, cocking his gun with his teeth. “I’ve learned a lot while living in the slums." He said. "Too bad you didn't stick around long enough to witness that."

"You son of a bitch!"

"Duck."

Flash pointed the gun past her and aimed for the other car's driver seat, successfully firing three shots that shattered both his and the other car's window.

Sunset shielded herself from the flying splinters, cutting a few holes in her jacket instead of her face. "And here I thought you were never going to get your hands dirty again." she jested, head between her knees.

"It's a curse apparently!" Flash exclaimed.

Both Flash and Sunset were sent into the dashboard as another car rammed the trunk.

Aiming his gun with one hand while gripping tightly into the wheel with the other, Flash stomped onto the gas once more to gain speed.

The car behind them kept with their pace and rammed their trunk again. Flash pulled the trigger twice, aiming for the car's windshield behind them.

They both ducked as retaliating gunshots came from the back and shattered their windshield completely, allowing the shards of broken glass to be drawn violently by the wind and cut into Flash and Sunset's faces.

"Fuck!" She cursed, her face now filled with scratches and cuts.

Flash grunted as he wiped his bleeding cheek against his arm. "Son of a—" He let out a roar as he swivelled the wheel forcefully into the left.

Flamepuff, who was laughing and cheering the entire time, shook off the shards of glass like a dog out of a bath. "What could go perfectly with a car chase?"

"What now, dipshit?!" Sunset yelled.

"A light show!" Flamepuff snapped his finger.

Powerful lightning struck the pavement, barely ten meters away from them, emitting a blinding light. The shock that came with it stunned them to their core.

It was a short blinding moment, though when it receded, they realized that they were already on the bridge.

Fifty feet above a river.

"Holy shit!" Flash gasped, trembling as he witnessed pieces of burning cement flying.

Sunset dug her nails into her seat, pale and shaking. "Could this get any worse?!"

The winds shifted drastically, and sent chills down both their spines. With the windshield shattered to pieces, they were unprotected by the unforgiving winds, twigs and leaves blowing in with no mercy. Droplets of cold water sprinkled against them like flying tacks.

"I had to fucking ask," Sunset groaned.

The road was soaked with water, and the wheels were threatening to lose grip any second now. Flash could hear the rubber screech as he continued his efforts to outrun the cars behind them, while trying not to end up with a bullet in his skull.

Flash caught a glimpse of an approaching car on his left rear view mirror charging so fast his car almost tipped over as it's trunk was rammed for the third time. It was followed by numerous gunshots, scarring the left side of the car.

Sunset, already aggravated by her lack of contribution, snatched the gun from Flash's hand. "You're not leaving me out of this, Flash."

He wanted to protest, but because of the intensity of the situation, he failed to gather the right words. He turned his attention back on the road, fighting his way through the cold and harsh wind.

Elbowing what was left of her window, Sunset took off her seatbelt and leaned her body outside the frame, firing towards the three cars behind them, shouting at the top of her lungs in unbridled rage and pure entertainment. All three cars shifted lanes and swiveled on the slippery road, in hopes to evade the bullets.

"YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT! GO TO HELL, YOU PACK OF MEDDLING COCKSUCKERS!"

Sunset shouted, with Flamepuff joining her as he perched on her shoulder. She never let the wind bother her as she continuously pulled the gun's trigger, aiming in blind intent.

"Get down from there!" Flash yelled, his whole body already soaked in water, vision hindered by the relentless rain. "You're wasting all the ammo, woman!"

He reached for Sunset's jacket and tried yanking her back inside the car, his eyes shifting between her and the road. But she ignored him, stubbornly firing and yelling like a maniac.

The Devil held her hostage with his thirst for trouble.

In a seemingly moment of calm, Flamepuff whispered into Sunset's ear, blocking out the sound of the pounding rain and Flash's protests. Flamepuff breathed into her ear, calming her nerves as she dangerously leaned further out of the window while the car sped faster.

"A little closer to the right, bacon strip. We're sending these naughty boys to hell," Flamepuff calmly ordered, his voice echoing seamlessly into space.

Sunset breathed, and did as she was told. She closed one eye, and found herself aiming under the headlights of the car in the middle.

“Good. Fire away."

Sunset pulled the trigger, and the tire exploded. The car whirled and collapsed on its front, friction burning the bottom of its hood as its weight dragged itself violently on the wet road until it tipped over and tumbled.

A wicked grin appeared on Sunset's face, and a childish voice laughed in victory.

“Haha! Boom!” Flamepuff shrieked, punching a small fist into the air.

Their tail’s pace slowed down and they quickly turned into insignificant haze in the distance, covered by the harsh downpour.

Flash watched Sunset had caused in astonishment, and for a moment he felt relief warm up inside him. His grip on her jacket loosened as she slowly slid back into her seat with a proud smile on her soaked face, still leaning on the window frame, her hair majestically blowing in the wind.

Flash smiled back, chuckling a bit, too.

Two gunshots broke the brief peace.

A bullet found itself into Flash's right shoulder. A loud grunt escaped his throat as blood cascaded down from his wound. The metal burned inside his flesh and his entire arm stung. His grip into the wheel tightened, trying to compose himself and gain back his control over the vehicle.

Shifting his gaze towards Sunset, he saw her bleeding, her cyan eyes a dull shade of grey. It took Flash seconds to digest the situation, then his eyes widening as he watched Sunset fall off the window head first.

He failed to grab her boot.

Flash stomped for the breaks and bolted out of his partially wrecked car. Fear and panic invaded his entire mind and body as he rushed back into the wet road. He didn't pay the slightest attention to his bleeding shoulder, nor even bother with the cold wind and the merciless rain pouring down on him.

He saw her.

Lying on the ground under a convenient lamp post. He stumbled, and fell onto his knees. His eyes fell onto the pool of blood forming puddles on the cement, leading to Sunset's head.

Her lifeless cyan eyes stared into space, a gaping hole straight through her temple, blood pouring from it. Pink bloody mush that Flash assumed to be a portion of her brain, scattered on the cement.

Flash's stomach twisted itself inside his abdomen, so much so that his heart ached impossibly. He could swear it imploded against its own weight.

He began to stammer and choke on his voice.

Great uncertainty and utter shock hit him harder than a tidal wave. He ran his fingers through his wet blue hair, pulling it so hard it threatened to separate from his scalp. The crushing pain in his chest though, made the sensation numb in comparison.

Hot tears flooded down to his cheeks in ways he could not control.

Approaching headlights came to view, revealing the two other cars stopping just a few meters away. A group of people came out from its doors and paused at the scene before them.

Flash turned to look at them, in dismissal and in grief. As drained as he was, instincts took over him. He moved closer towards Sunset's body, protectively wrapping his arms around her as if she was his own child. He held her tight, both of their blood smearing their clothes.

"Oh my god!" One of them gasped. "They killed her! The idiots actually killed—" He let out a frustrated roar. "How many times did I say to not fucking kill the girl, you meatheads!"

Flash didn't want to deal with these people anymore. Ignoring the pain on his shoulder, he took a wheezing breath and hoisted Sunset's limp body into his arms. His lethargic legs wiggled under their collective weight.

"Hey! Put the body down!"

He could see them pointing guns, but he paid them no heed. His chest swelled so badly, breathing was becoming difficult, and his mind was failing to correspond correctly to the situation.

"I said put the fucking body down!"

The sound of a coursing river echoed into Flash’s ears, and slowly he turned his head towards the fence at the edge of the bridge.

Undetected by the naked eye, Flamepuff, in his shadowy self, crouched on top of the fence, purring in anticipation. His long black tail swished from side to side as he repeatedly whispered his malicious enticement into the howling winds, all for Flash to hear.

“That's it, Flashy boy. Take her away. Nice and slow.”

The urge to protect Sunset was stronger than ever before. Flash looked down at her blank, cold, face. It was a sight that would forever be ingrained into the darkest corners of his mind.

And he was not sure if he could bear with it.

Then he realized, that even in a million years, he could never bear with it.

"Canyon, the girl's dead. What are we gonna do?"

"Crimson's calling. What should we tell him?"

“Nimbus is not going to be happy about this."

"No shit!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Flash ran for the fence and jumped off the bridge. He held Sunset closer to his body, burying his head into her neck and repeatedly cried his apologies, even though he knew she could never hear them. He took one last breath, before their bodies smashed into the rapids, swallowing them whole in its icy cold current, leaving Canyon and his group staring agape from the edge of the bridge.

Author's Notes:

Well, that was fun.

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Edited by TheNewYorkBrony