- Part V
- >Just reached the outside of ponyville
- >its nearly dark
- >stare down the local pharmacy
- >crack your knuckles for what your about to do
- >rush into town unseen
- >move through the back allies trying to remain obscure
- >approach the side of the pharmacy
- >look at the awning overhead
- >pull out the horn
- >inhale
- >focus deeply
- >the beam holding up the other end of the awning starts to shake loose
- >it falls out
- >the far side of the awning clunks to the ground
- >see the pharmacist step outside to try and figure out what happened
- >go around to the back end of the pharmacy
- >inspect the back door
- >its unlocked
- >open it slowly
- >peer inside
- >see the pharmacist still out front
- >step in
- >start grabbing various minerals off the shelves
- >toss them into a bag
- >leave some change on the counter
- >move to the back door
- >open it
- >check the area
- >all clear
- >dart for home
- >reach home as it has just become dark
- >step inside
- >look around
- >the place is a complete wreck
- >any and every personal object imaginable is now scattered across the floor
- >step through the mess
- >enter the bathroom
- >its an even bigger wreck
- >turn on the hot water in the bathtub
- >attempt to remove your pants
- >cringe in pan from trying to work around your fresh leg wound
- >stop
- >leave the bathroom
- >enter the kitchen
- >look for a pair of scissors
- >sort through the mess on the floor
- >find the scissors
- >re enter the bathroom
- >cut yourself out of your pants
- >sink into the tub
- >wash away the dirt still in your wound from crawling on the ground in the forest
- >soak for a moment
- >slowly start peeling of the clothing fried onto your skin once more
- >clean off
- >grab the horn out of the pocket from your mutilated pants
- >focus on your wound
- >it closes over slowly
- >dry off
- >stand up
- >no pain
- >no scar
- >still limping though
- >head for your room
- >enter
- >its easily the worst wreck out of all the rooms you’ve been in
- >touch the bed
- >sit on it
- >stare down at your scattered personal belongings
- >rest for a moment
- >get up
- >pick out a fresh change of clothes from the many articles flung carelessly onto the ground
- >shut the bedroom door on the way out
- >step back into the kitchen
- >approach the stove
- >knock on the top of it
- >feel around the sides
- >clench the top of it
- >lift it off
- >inspect the cast iron plating
- >walk over to the basement door
- >head down the steps with the cast iron
- >reach the bottom
- >observe the basement
- >it hasn’t been trashed
- >spread a sheet down on the floor
- >unload the minerals onto it
- >plop the cast iron down next to the minerals
- >grab a two-by-four and set it next to the cast iron
- >clench the horn in your hand
- >inhale deeply
- >start working
- >spend the entire night mixing minerals, shaping wood and bending iron
- >the sun rises 10 tireless hours later
- >look at the finished project
- >a single, impractical, makeshift gun
- >complete with too many bullets to count
- >pick it up
- >clench it tightly in your hands
- >no idea if it will work properly or explode in your hands
- >it probably doesn’t shoot too accurately
- >and it doesn’t resemble any known weapon from earth
- >but it will serve as a good replacement for the knife
- >for self defense or otherwise
- >load it up
- >inspect its craftsmanship
- >The plunking of hooves overhead interrupts your scrutinizing
- >look up
- >see the dust falling out from the rafters
- >hear the guards speaking indistinctively
- >the plunking stops
- >the basement door opens
- >The guard shouts to his associates
- >“…start looking through the basement”
- >shuts the door
- >turns around and sees you
- >stare him down
- >he stares back
- >his eyes move back and forth between your face and the gun
- >silence consumes the basement
- >only noise is the guard’s breathing patterns
- >inadvertently start breathing in sync with him
- >try to pull the trigger
- >hesitate
- >worry the gun might misfire to horrendous effects
- >the guards continues to stand frozen in his stare
- >he gulps
- >see the fear in his eyes
- >contemplate on what to do
- >feel your lip quivering
- >he takes a step back toward the door
- >pull the trigger on an sudden impulse
- >recoil at the sound of the blast
- >the bullet flies through his neck and out the back
- >his body topples down the stares clumsily
- >walk over to him
- >watch him fade out
- >no turning back now
- >start breathing heavily
- >lip continues to quiver
- >walk up the steps slowly
- >rest a hand on the door
- >open it
- >“Corporal, what was that noise?”
- >see another guard standing in the kitchen
- >he freezes upon seeing you
- >locks into a similar stare
- >aim at him
- >pull the trigger
- >he screams in agony as body lunges back over the corner of the kitchen table
- >blood trails onto the kitchen tiles near your boots
- >find it easier to waste this one than the last one
- >not tempted to watch him fade out
- >see a another move out from around the living room corner
- >waste him with even less hesitation than the previous one
- >pause
- >look over your shoulders
- >your lip stops quivering
- >breathing patterns go back to normal
- >see the guard in the living room moving around
- >step over to him
- >look down at him
- >watch his twitching from nerve reflex
- >observe the where the bullet entered
- >it punched a clean through his armor
- >continue to observe him until he stops moving completely
- >see movement out of the corner of your eye
- >look towards your bedroom
- >the door is ajar
- >slowly step down the hallway
- >approach the ajar door
- >rest a hand on it
- >push it the rest of the way open
- >see another guard in there
- >backed into the corner
- >shaking in panic
- >tries to speak
- >“B-by…By order o-of Celestia, you are under A-arrest”
- >there is absolutely no conviction in his voice
- >pause for a moment
- >hear the shaking in his breathing patterns
- >its making his armor chatter
- >rest your hand on the doorknob
- >shut the door slowly
- >aim at it
- >pull the trigger
- >the bullet punches clean through the door
- >the chattering of armor stops
- >complete silence fills the air
- >hear a loud thud on the ground
- >open the door
- >observe all your belongings even more violated than they were previously
- >the guard lays lifelessly on the ground
- >his eyes staring a thousand yards past the ceiling above him
- >shut the door
- >think on the guards words
- >look out the window
- >stare down Canterlot in retribution
- >plot a payback for being hunted
- >head back down into the basement
- >take the remaining iron
- >grab the horn
- >manage to forge a suppressor after an hour
- >fit it onto the tip of the gun
- >test fire it
- >its not the best, but adequate
- >step out the back door
- >head for Canterlot
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