AiE: Assassin In Equestria Chapter 1

>You remember the last time you had a barging welcome from Celestia...

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Time – 09:35

Location – Canterlot Castle, Forbidden Area No Access

 Mission – Assassinate Princess Celestia

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>Your HUD shone on your left eye with light-blue neon-lightings, informing you of details about requested information.

>You wiped off the sweat from your forehead that trickled down your cheek in unison of every second delayed by you.

>Your gloves were drenched with a fusion of sweat and pony blood. You stared at it hard, realizing those were blood of the innocent.

>Your eyes widened slowly to swallow in everything you have done.

>You were given an assignment by an unknown client, longing for a long-awaited revenge upon Celestia. You were skeptical but due to the fact of your prestigious kill count and money offered, you were hasty on accepting it.

>You closed your eyes and took a breather before reading the situation.

>Your back pushed against the royal doors, mustering up courage before finishing up the assignment.

>The high walls were Rich-Blood red with torches trying to light up the place with a dying light. The dim light tried to show the horror in front of you.

>The horror you were terrified is what you caused. Bodies of dead pony guards lying down on a pool of blood, rich solid-liquid oozes out profusely like fountains.

>Bullet holes, hacks and slashes were nothing but obvious and anypony can see.

>While bullets that hit didn't come out clean, bringing chips of bones and bursting blood vessels as an end result, bullets that miss was now a grim graffiti of violence.

>You stared at your Beretta M9 pistol. Rigid appearance, dark complexion of a model and reliable, this gun had saved you countless of times where your darling M1 Thompson SMG couldn't.

>You weren't a fan of Mid-Range combat but it gets the job done quick.

>Sniping the Princess isn't a good idea. No great place to hide or take cover and if you did, it would be enough distance for the Princess to spot you.

>But barging in from the door sure is a royal entrance.

>You remembered yourself flicking your knife from your hand to sling the weight from your blade to slash through VIPs and Guards.

>You remembered yourself breaking pearl-white teeth, bones and minds with your fist alone. Scary to think that you had such power.

>And yet, not a single scratch or a drip of blood splattered upon your slick black trenchcoat, covering you well from head to toe like a blanket.

>You focused back on the mission. With a final huff from your cigarette, you kicked open and there, sitting on her luxurious, rose-red and cushy Throne is none other than your target. Princess Celestia.

>The blinding light shone from the glass panels that are decorated by pony figures, showing such prophecies that come true and to be fulfilled.

>The pure-white pony shook her head as if she was anticipating your arrival and granted you permission to come in.

>You strolled casually into the room and had to watch in awe of how well the place is greatly designed.

>Floor made with smooth cobblestone tiles, colors not complimenting each other as the ridiculously long rug covered the slight eye sore of the tiles. Looking at the colors of the floor made your face green with the will to puke.

>The curve-ended ceiling striked down upon the both of you with its red gleam shaded by shadows.

>You relieved a big sigh, trying to relax your muscles from its aching agony and hoping your performance is still in shape.

>You glared at the Princess and her shining reflection of gold plates curved to protect and comfort the Princess. A gay-blue gem encrusted on the middle of it, reflecting its pride against your sinful appearance.

>The Princess' 3-colored mane, flowing within the soft winds, rested on her armor with ease. Her tail sliding down her throne and got to show a bit of wobbling.

>You checked your clip for each gun, cautious of limited ammunition.

>Damn, deep clips filled with dust and only dust. Nothing to help yourself out except your great combat knife and skilled dexterity.

>The loud thuds of your dear machinery clattered the soft rug before you stopped at your tracks to realize the distance between you and the Princess.

You: “Scan distance of target.”

HUD: “30 metres, sir.”

>You swung your cigarette bud down on the floor and twisting your foot to relieve the fire to a crisp.

Pr. Celestia: “Interesting of how gullible you are on assisting the chances of me dying. I have to admit, you got such courage to stand up.”

>You stared back at the hollow gap of the doors, brewing up the stench of dead bodies and blood.

You: “Well, the money and whorses are what drives me on. To be honest, your highness.”

>Celestia couldn't hold it as she laughed heartily on your passion before wiping a tear in her eye after enjoying a good laugh and joke from the Jester.

Pr. Celestia: “Ironically, I heard that so many times. So many Assassins have came to my doorstep, so many have fallen to their demise, only a few got up to the second floor but you, amazingly, reached here without a wound. I congratulate you.”

>She made a slow, sarcastic clop for a form of applauding. You squinted your eyes hard as the sound of deep sarcasm and insulting you like a fool with high stupidity, teasing you prick by prick pisses you off.

>You flinched your thigh, getting ready to pounce onto Celestia like a predator taking his prize. Sadly, Celestia caught your small response of anger.

Pr. Celestia: “Really? That petty because of a compliment? You really got to unwind before you meet death. Since you have no ammunition, I'll play fair. I was planning on using Big Molly but such sad occasions will come in light soon.”

>She stoods up from her throne and pointed a hoof at you, flicking it with no effort. She smiles as bright as the Sun, ever had been waiting for a worthy fighter.

>You slowly slid your hand along your side to have a grapple of your lovely finisher. You popped your eyes open with intimidation upon her sweet yet insulting gesture.

>Your anger and Celestia cannot be compared to a Bull charging to a matador with the red flag pissing his anger with gasoline to spark up the fire within.

>Eyes daggering each other in sight, legs ready to spring and fists/hooves ready to get bloody.

>Celestia dropped her hoof quickly onto the floor before charging at you with such speed.

>Your eyes coped well with fast targets, letting you get a focus on that bitch before going to your defense stance.

>Within seconds of impact, your legs shifted to your left flank, easily dodging her charge and you got a footing before counter-charging towards her.

>But with the power of Magic and your guard lowered, she stopped and whiffed up an aurora to wrap herself to a caccoon-like smoke shield.

>You jumped with your body weight leaning onto your knife to plunge great into her barrier.

>But at the corner of your bloodshot eyes, you saw a white plasm passing through your line of vision. Before you could turn your head, a hoof slammed upon your spine, making your body pressed against the barricade, ribcages bending by every jingle of force.

>You coughed out blood, air escaped your lungs and replaced with agony.

>Celestia pulled your arms, restricting you from using your blade. You tried wiggle your way out of her grasp but she had a strong grip of you as she pushed your back, planning to pop you like a berry.

>You stretched your legs to drop a kick onto her back but after five meathits, it's futile. You placed your legs onto the barricade, perpendicular to your body and pushed yourself up.

>Celestia let out a terrified gasp as she saw your enormous strength. With no time wasted, you plunged your arms from Celestia to unbind from Celestia's hold.

>You jabbed Celestia in the face before your body slammed the hard cobblestone floor and she let out a moan of pain before taking focus again.

>You stood up with adrenaline rushing through your body, energizing your cells to give more oxygen. To your surprise, Celestia's gone. Taking the warning from the last incident, you scoped in the room 360 degrees and took a good look in all directions.

>No where in your sight, you expected Celestia from above.

>You, with a plan ahead of Celestia, placed a C4 Brick on your feet with motion sensitive on. It will explode when even the slightest motion is detected, delayed by five seconds.

>A shout of anger came above you and with gag reflexes, you sprang to your right flank, letting Celestia having a nice munch of explosives in her face.

>BOOM!

>The walls shook as debris from the ceiling started to drop from the sky like dead flies as Celestia followed suit with the pebbles.

>By the vibration from the nearby spark of light, you tripped onto your feet and landed onto the floor, back upright.

>You let out a sigh of relief, knowing you can take a breather before continuing your mission. You wrangled your neck around, cracking some bones so you can stretch and relaxed your muscles. Not until long a rumbling motion came from the ground.

>Before you could get back to your feet, the almighty white Alicorn slammed her hooves into your stomach and sending you to the sky above.

>Within seconds, you felt the cold breeze of the sky, occupied with the serene white clouds as Celestia formed as an angel sending you to your maker.

You: “BITCH!”

>You shouted before you dropped your knife onto Celestia's eye, piercing into her pupil and blood squirted by her eye landed onto your face.

>You paused in the sky, moments of peace and admiring the lovely sky before you dropped down 20,000 ft from above with such hasty speed.

>As the air dragged you back down, your blood flowing to your head clogged, slowly you lose consciousness before you....

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Sombra: “And then?”

>Sombra pressed on for more information about the fight but to no avail.

You: “That's it. After the whole thing, I took off and swimming in the sea for 3 days before you guys picked me up.”

>An awkward silence filled the room. Followed up was the sound of Discord yawning.

NMM: “Can't believe you have gotten a hit on my sister. A miracle, if I may call.”

You: “What about this Celestia Essence that seems important?”

Discord: “I'll explain it to you. Now, here's the deal. If you work with us, w can assure you Celestia dies and you get revenge and the money.”

>You gave in a thought.

You: “Sure. Pass me a contract, new clothes and a gun and I'll get that contract done.”

>You can feel the smirks of your new clients as you returned the smirk back.

Nightmare Moon: “Good. Help yourself out with my complimented cookies and CELESTIA-DAMNIT DISCORD. SWAP IT BACK TO REALITY!”

>Discord laughed as hard as he can before he flicked his fingers to show you what you're missing.

END OF CHAPTER 1