CH.3 Moonbeam's Crew

About an hour has passed since Nightwalker's first assistant passed away. "Well, I have a few hours to spare now; I'll head back over to the club and chill out" Nightwalker said with a small smile. He left his house and started walking down the crowded streets of Seaddle, thinking about what Moonbeam said before he died. "I can't wait to meet the rest of his crew" Nightwalker said smiling. He walked up to the door of Club Bass. Their wad a notice on the door, it read

Dear patrons of Club Bass,
Our dj is being transferred to Manehatten in two weeks, if anypony wants to apply for the dj position talk to the manager of the club. Sorry to all of the disappointed ponies out there.
Sincerely, Club Bass staff

"Hmm, that might be something i could do in my spare time" Nightwalker said as he walked into the club. The club was more crowded than usual, all of the ponies getting their fill of music before the dj leaves. Nightwalker walked around the club until he found a door that said "manager" on it in gold letters. He knocked on the door and from inside he heard "come in" in a raspy voice. Nightwalker opened the door and walked in, the room was light blue with records hanging on them. An older filly was behind the desk. He looked at the nameplate on the table and it read "Quicksilver." "Sit down, is there something you need?" she said to him. Nightwalker sat down "I wanted to talk about the dj opportunity." Quicksilver breathed a sigh of relief "oh thank Celestia; I was starting to think that we were going to have to close this place down, what do you want to know?" "Well, are there any requirements for this job?" Nightwalker asked. “There is no requirement, but I do recommend you to get some lessons on the mixing equipment” she said to him. “Wait, I got the job?” Nightwalker said to Quicksilver with disbelief. “Yeah, you were the only pony that offered” she replied to him smiling. “Thanks, you won’t be disappointed” Nightwalker said as he stood up and walked towards the door.

Nightwalker walked back into the main room of the club and then out the front door. He walked home, thinking about what he was going to as a dj. Nightwalker walked up to his door and there was a hastily scrawled note taped to it. It read

Dear resident,

We know that you killed one of our brothers, and now you’re going to pay for it. We three are going to come for you tomorrow night. You can try to get a crew together if you wish, but you will die for what you did to Moonbeam, even if we have to waste your friends too. This is one battle that you shouldn’t have started.

Signed, The Midnight Crusaders

For the first time ever Nightwalker felt a twitch of fear run through him. “God damn it, why is it that whenever I get ahold of something I enjoy it gets ripped away from me!” Nightwalker stomped a hoof on the ground. Nightwalker then thought about what the note said. “I can’t let my friends get involved in this they’ll get hurt or even killed; from here on out I have to walk alone” Nightwalker said solemnly. He ripped the note off the door and went inside. He walked straight up to his room and lay on his bed. “Pinky, everything is slipping away from me now that your gone, I can’t keep anything I like anymore; I need your help” Nightwalker said staring up at the ceiling. Tears started to slide down his cheeks, staining the fur. “Pinky, I need your help” he repeated softly; sleep slowly starting to take hold of him. He drifted away into what was going to be the worst night of sleep he has ever had.

Nightwalker awoke screaming and covered in sweat. He dreamt about what was to come with the Midnight Crusaders. Nightwalker was with Brightwing, Swiftbeat, and Darkwind. It was dark and they were in the alleyway behind his house. The Midnight Crusaders closing in on them. Nightwalker and his friends were weak from fighting. The crusader on the far right lunged ahead and grabbed Darkwind’s head in his hooves, then snapping his neck and tossing the body away from him. He smiled darkly and moved back in the group of the other two crusaders. The middle pony then proceeded to jump out of the group and walked toward Nightwalker. He smiled “I told you, you shouldn’t have messed with Moonbeam, now you’re going to die.” He jumped in the air and kicked Nightwalker straight in the forehead. Nightwalker flew backward and lay on the ground, unmoving. “NO, LEAVE HIM ALONE!” Brightwing said to the pony looming over him. “Run, while you still can, leave me, my time is up anyways……………GO!!!” Nightwalker said with the last amounts of strength he had. “NO, we won’t leave you here” Brightwing said as he ran towards the large pony standing over Nightwalker. Brightwing was almost to the pony when he sidestepped out of the way. The pony swung his hoof up at Brightwing and caught him in the chin, sending him into the air. The crusader then jumped just as Brightwing hit the ground and landed right on his chest, shattering Brightwing’s ribs, shards stabbing his lungs and heart. Brightwing died instantly, his heart hemorrhaging from the force of the blow. Nightwalker struggled to his feet “Swiftbeat….RUN!!!” Swiftbeat did as he was told, fleeing the fight that he knew he wasn’t going to win. Nightwalker then pushed the thought away, shaking his head “AHHHH!!!! WHY, WHY ME.” Nightwalker walked around his room; paranoia swimming in his head. “I am not going run away, if this is how it has to end, so be it” he said in a monotone voice, all emotion drained from his tone. “But, I will not have my friends sent to the grave just because of me” he said. Nightwalker didn’t do anything the rest of the day; he only thought of the dream he had and how the situation tonight was going to play out.

END OF CH.3

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