Mlp: the war

Chapter 1

Manehatten. The most broken down city in Equestria. Ever since the money ran out, Celestia brushed it aside. Canterlot was more important: let's dump all our bits there. That's why it's hell here. Murder, foal nabbing, fighting. That gave mares like me lots of work. Classy cellist by day, hardcore detective at night. My name is Octavia, and this is my story.

Lord knows how I got roped into this job, but with so many ponies homeless, I can't complain. I moved into the city to make it big as a cellist, barely scraping by when the depression started. Now, I was on my was downtown. No bits for a cab: I just walk. I should be unrecognizable with a large trench coat and bowler hat. I keep my head down. With every step I take, I feel the rifle rubbing up against my shoulder. I somehow managed to fit that thing in the long inside pocket in my coat that Rarity had sewed on. A lady shouldn't shoot, trust me I know, but that rifle has saved my life too many times.

Finally I arrived at a grey apartment complex. One of the windows on the top floor was smashed open. I let myself in. I passes the lobby and trudged up the stairs to the 5th floor. Apartment 615. Perfect. I knocked on the door a few time until a tangerine mare with yellow mane opened the door. She smiled as soon as she saw me, then ushered me in. The apartment wasn't much to talk about. The living room was light blue with a leather couch pushed against the wall. The rug was cream colored. There was a large window looking over the city and a doorway that led to the kitchen. I sat on the leather couch and took of my hat. The cow pony grinned at me. "Ah thought you would be coming 'round Octavia and ah was right." Her voice had a strong southern accent.

I grinned. "I got some news, Applejack. Trixie is going to the 7 pm musical at little hoof theater." Trixie was a notorious murderer who Celestia had forgotten about.

"Ah reckon we're going too?" She asked, glancing almost nervously over at the half-full mason jar of bits in the kitchen. "Tavi, where in tarnation are you gonna git us tickets? It's a big show, goin on TOMORROW NIGHT!"

"I think I know a mare." I say. "She might have tickets she doesn't need. I can pull a few strings, pay a few bits and we get Trixie's head. Shoot her at the show, get out there fast, and get her over to police, giving us an extra 30 bits or more. Every day the price on her head-dead-is going up."

Applejack nods. "Be quick about pulling them strings." She warns me. I tip my hat.

"I think I'll have them in time." I say, then make my way toward the door. Tomorrow night is going to be to PERFECT.

иєχт тιмє σи мℓρ: тнє ωαя: That night, I tossed and turned in my bed, doubts swiveling through my mind. What if we missed our target? What if the police arrested us? What if we couldn't get tickets? It was very important that Applejack and I made it. I somehow fell into an uneasy sleep.