[PART 20]
>>>THREAD
https://boards.4channel.org/mlp/thread/34955216#p35000850

>The girls sat around in Sunset's living room
>Sunset herself sat on the couch, clutching a mug of hot chocolate 
>She was wrapped in her housecoat, she'd showered and changed into a set of flannel PJs
>The rest of the girls were still taking in the story they'd just heard
>"So you're saying..." Twilight stated "This man's been a 'problem' for you several times now?"
>Sunset looked over at Twilight
>"Yes, twice so far." Sunset replied
>Dash thought for a moment
>"I think I remember seeing a guy that looked like him," Dash recalled "I don't remember much about that night though."
>"He's a jerk!" Pinkie shouted "He was at the party last week and slipped something in my drink! My butt STILL hurts!"
>"He has a nice dog..." Fluttershy remarked quietly
>"I've encountered him several times now." Twilight explained "He's unbelievably aggressive." she trailed off, as if her mind was drawn somewhere, a slight blush going over her face
>"I know someone that would match the description," Rarity added "but there's no way it's him, he's a very kind man, even Sweetie Belle enjoys his company."
>Applejack sat silently, not saying anything
>"Well AJ?" Dash asked "I'm guessing you never seen him."
>Applejack sighed
>"Imma come clean here girls..." Applejack admitted "Several weeks ago, he caught me at the pool and forced me to do 'things' for him."
>"It's okay Applejack," Sunset said "you can tell us what happened, we're here for you."
>Applejack looked down
>"Ya see, that's the thing." Applejack explained "He stole my phone and started readin my messages."
>Applejack sighed
>"He said he'd hurt me if I told y'all." Applejack said "Said he was gonna go after the lot of ya."
>The guilt of the truth weighed heavily on Applejack's shoulders
>"I'm sorry," Applejack uttered "I shoulda just told y'all, dealt with the consequences myself rather than risking everyone else."

>Everyone was quiet for a moment
>Applejack looked completely broken
>"It's okay," Sunset said "it's a harder choice to make than any of us ever have."
>"I guess." Applejack responded "I guess I can't do much about it now."
>"So," Twilight started "what do we do?"
>Sunset put down her mug
>"That's why I called everyone here," Sunset started "I'm certain that with the power of friendship-"
>"Sunset, this isn't a fucking friendship problem." Rainbow Dash interrupted "This guy's armed and set on pounding all of us for the rest of time."
>Sunset mulled it over in her head
>Dash was right, he certainly seemed a step above their usual dealings
>"So now what?" Sunset asked
>"How about," Dash started to propose "we do what any sane person would and CALL THE COPS?"
>The thought hadn't even crossed Sunset's mind until then
>"I guess it might be the best solution." Sunset agreed "We could testify against him, there's plenty of evidence."
>"Exactly," Dash concluded "open and shut case, 6 counts of sexual assault and a life time of dropping the soap."
>The group decided their solution would work just fine, one by one they gathered around the phone as the line picked up
>After a long call explaining what had happened and a tense period waiting, a pair of police cruisers showed up and took the girls to the station where they'd be safe
>Over the course of the next several hours, they explained to officials what had happened, handing over all the video and photo evidence they had
>There was still work to be done though, the man was still on the prowl

>It was a lovely day out, the grass seemed greener than normal, most likely on account of the rain
>The sun was well in the sky, warming the town with it's radiant heat
>The man drove down the road, he was set to pick up a fine young lady and her sister for a day in the park
>His phone rang, drawing it from his pocket he saw it was Rarity
>"Hey!" the man stated cheerfully "Just heading over now, shouldn't be more than 5 minutes."
>"Oh wonderful, Darling!" Rarity responded "I'll see you when you arrive."
>The man pressed down the gas pedal harder, bringing his speed a good bit over the limit
>It didn't matter too him, usually residential areas like this weren't patrolled as much
>Rounding the bend and almost losing tracking, he was met with instantaneous karmic retribution
>There sat a squad car, it's lights flicking on the moment he rounded it
>He sighed angrily, certain it wouldn't be a cheap ticket
>Yielding to the officer's pursuit, he pulled off to the side of the road as the cop pulled up behind him
>The officer seemed tense, best not to make any sudden movements
>Slowly the man rolled down the window, reaching for his wallet
>"Anon E. Mous?" the officer asked
>The man paused, surprised they knew his name
>"Yes?" he replied
>"We have a warrant for your arrest." the officer replied, reaching the window
>Anon sat with his hand still in his jacket pocket
>"Arrest?" he asked "Under what charges?"
>"6 counts of alleged sexual assault." the officer explained
>"I see." Anon stated
>"I need you to step out of the v-" the officer started
>His words were cut short by a loud bang
>A hole had been torn through Anon's jacket, smoke billowed from it
>His aim was true, nailing the officer straight in the chest
>Anon drew his iron from his jacket as the officer fell to the ground
>He ripped the car out of park, slamming on the gas
>The second officer lunged out of the squad car, taking aim and unloading down the street at the speeding vehicle

>Anon picked up his cellphone and redialed Rarity
>Almost instantly she picked up
>"Hey," Anon started, still speeding down the street "Bad news, something very important came up and I'm not going to make it today."
>"I know." Rarity replied
>"What?" Anon asked
>"I know, darling." Rarity explained "Just turn yourself in, it'll be easier for everyone."
>"Rarity, what are you-" Anon tried to ask
>"I know everything," Rarity replied on the verge of tears "I know all the horrible things you've done!"
>"Rarity, I-" Anon tried to explain
>"I know about everything!" Rarity cried out "The drugging, the abuse, the drinking, the- the dog!"
>Anon said nothing for a moment
>"I guess it's over then." he said in a somber tone
>"It was a mistake to ever start!" Rarity chastised "You lied to me! You played me like a fiddle and worst of all I let you!"
>"I'm sorry." Anon said, hanging up the phone
>He had to get to the pub, it was his only hope
>He could hear the sirens screaming in the background, it wouldn't be long before they were on to him

>Anon slammed on the breaks, skidding to a halt next to the pub
>He jumped out of the car, running in and forcing open the doors
>"Ah, yer here a bit early, arencha?" the bar keep said
>"There's no time to explain." Anon said "The feds are coming."
>"The hell you gotten yourself in to now, boy?" the keeper asked "And why the hell ya thought to bring them here?"
>"It's a long story," Anon dismissed "You and I both know you have connections, I need to get out of town."
>"Ya can't just spring this on me!" the bar tender said "It'll take days to get the papers in order!"
>"I don't have days!" Anon shouted
>"Then deal with this yourself!" the barman shouted back "I ain't got the time for this!"
>Anon drew his gun once more, pointing it at the bartender
>"If you don't help me out of this," Anon said "I'm dead, and I'm taking you with me."
>The bartender looked him dead in the eye
>"You best be puttin that away son." he said with the harshest glare a man had ever given
>"I don't have a choice here." Anon stated
>The barkeep eyed something under the bar
>Like a flash of lightning, the bartender reached down and pulled an old shotgun from below the oak bar
>He was fast, but Anon was faster
>Another loud bang signified the end of the attempted struggle, a scene book ended by a .45 bullet ripping through the glasses and the barkeep's brains plastering the tavern wall
>Anon jumped the bar, taking the man's shotgun and a box of shells, he'd kept next to where it was originally stored
>His heart was pounding, adrenaline coursing through his veins
>Anon had daydreamed about being in a scene like this as though it were a movie many times throughout his life, only now that he'd actually been placed into it he regretted ever thinking it in the first place
>Anon slammed open the front door, shots cracking against the sidewalk as the police sat down the street
>He dove into his car, burning through the alley next to the pub
>All he could do was keep running

>Blowing 80 in a 40 zone, Anon ripped down the street, desperately making for the town limits
>He didn't know where he'd go when he got there but it was something
>Burning down a straight road he looked over at the old trench gun he'd taken
>He regretted killing the barkeep
>He could have probably just hid for a bit and waited things out, ditch the car somewhere and hide out in the pub till things cooled off
>It was too late now, he hadn't thought of that in the moment, now his ticket to freedom was dead, parts of him sliding down the glasses that lined the wall
>Anon put it out of his mind, he couldn't waste time thinking about it now
>He held the gas down as hard as he could, weaving between traffic
>If he could just get out of town
>Then, from the right side of the road, he saw a pulled over squad car
>Next to it, a like of tracks crossing the street
>It was a spike strip
>He knew there would be no time to stop
>That didn't stop him from trying though
>The tires screeched, the car swerved, the road smoked from where his tires had lost traction
>Then, the car turned to far
>Like a giant metal tube, it flipped, going end over end
>Anon held on to the wheel for his life, certain this would be it
>The car slammed into the cruiser, shaking the officers inside and finally stopping his tumble
>Landing on it's roof, Anon's car skid to a stop in the road
>It took him a moment to come to, getting his bearings as he sat in the trashed vehicle
>Looking out of the missing window, he saw a familiar place, the school
>Anon grabbed the shotgun and crawled from his wreckage, limping as quickly as he could too the front doors
>Bags and personal items lay scattered on the inside, it had probably been evacuated when the police realized what was going on
>Anon flung open the front door, running in, hoping he might find another exit that would put some distance between him and the police
>He could hear the sirens just outside

>Anon bolted from one side of the school to the other, desperately searching for a second exit
>Passing several classrooms, he found nothing, the place would be a death trap in the event of a fire
>His heart was beating so loud it felt like it would deafen him if it kept up
>Rounding a bend, he finally found what he was looking for, the light of the outside through the window of a door
>Unfortunately, he'd also found the police, an officer stood on the other side of the door
>"DROP THE GUN!" the officer shouted
>Anon pivoted in place and fired the shotgun from the hip
>It's spread missed by a good foot but was enough to force the cop into cover
>Anon ran back around to the main hall, the outside slowly filling with officers
>Shots clapped through the glass at him, it felt like the whole town was trying to draw a bead on his head
>He once more rand down another random hallway, ducking in to one of the class rooms
>Anon searched for anything he could use to escape, a vent, a window or even a drain would do
>No such luck
>He could hear the sound of boots rushing towards the room
>This was it
>These were going to be his final moments
>Anon rushed to block up the door, smashing the window on it out with the back of the shotgun
>He pumped the boomstick and slid another shell into it
>Placing the shotgun in the window, he watched the short corridor as the sound of running got closer and closer

>His heart pounded, his hands shook, his breath grew rapid and heavy
>Then, they came
>3 officers rounded the bend, looking him dead in the eye
>They hadn't anticipated for him to be ready
>One of them ducked back around the corner as the other two turned
>One loud crack echoed through the hall
>An officer fell to the ground in agony as the other grabbed him and pulled him out of the hall
>Anon cycled the shotgun again
>They didn't come again though
>"214, OFFICER WOUNDED, SHOTS FIRED, SEND BACKUP!" a voice called from around the corner "BARRICADED SUSPECT IS ARMED!"
>Anon let loose another shell at the corner, chunking off a small part of the wall
>"Come on, faggot!" he yelled down the hall "You wanna life forever?!"
>The truth was, Anon was terrified, he hadn't planned for his end to come so soon
>He knew what would happen if he turned himself in though, especially now
>He could have killed 2 officers so far, couple that with the other charges and it would be life behind bars being Jamal's fleshlight
>He wouldn't let that happen, he'd either die here in this room or fight his way out of the place
>After what felt like forever, Anon once more heard the sound of footsteps, only this time the sounded far heavier
>They didn't stop at the end of the hall, they went right by the bend he'd taken and kept moving along
>Eventually they came to a halt near the left wall
>It confused him, there was no way in from there
>Then he heard something slap against the other side of the wall
>It clicked, he'd seen enough to know what was about to happen
>He got up from the pile of desks that lined the door, jumping behind the teachers desk and flipping it on it's front
>"CLEAR!" someone yelled from the other side of the wall
>A loud boom sent parts of the wall flying over his head
>He popped over the makeshift cover and looked over the room, the wall had a man sized hole in it

>A man in a kevlar body suit stepped through the gap
>"POLICE!" the man shouted "DROP YOUR WEAPON!"
>Anon had no such intentions
>He let loose a shot before the man could react
>He fell backwards through the hole
>Anon cycled the shotgun once more
>He was ready for this
>"I'll kill every last one of you fuckers!" Anon shouted
>However, instead of more pigs to the slaughter climbing in at him, a small object was thrown into the room
>Before he could identify it, it went off
>His vision was pure white, his ears rang
>He fell behind what he thought was the desk
>It did little to help though
>Round after round zipped through the desk, half of which hit their marks
>Anon couldn't see or hear but he could feel just fine
>That was, until the rounds making holes in his torso stopped registering
>He'd gone numb
>He couldn't feel a thing
>Slowly his vision returned
>There were holes all over the desk, blood lined the floor and wall behind him
>He slid himself against the wall, taking his colt from his jacket one last time
>With immense pain and weight, Anon placed the gun against his temple
>Closing his eyes, he pulled the trigger

>The shot could be heard from outside, the officers leaned in and unleashed another volley of rounds just in case
>Slowly they entered the room, two taking the wounded officer from the hole to receive treatment
>A red trail ran up the wall from where it looked like the man would be sitting
>The officers rounded the riddled desk, all they found was a shattered corpse clutching a 1911
>"TOC, Entry Team 1, dead suspect, it's a mess." The officer called in
>Meanwhile at the station, the girls sat around a table
>"Do you think the got'em?" Dash asked
>"I dunno," Sunset responded "I'm sure we'll find out."
>"I can't wait to see the look on his face," Dash gloated "he's gonna be so PISSED!"
>The door to the room opened
>An officer walked in, his hat under his arm
>"Girls," the man said "I'm officer Daniels, how are you all today?"
>"Great," Dash replied "we're gonna watch that sick bastard get stuck with life getting shower jumped!"
>The officer took a moment to decide his words
>"Actually," officer Daniels said "that's what I'm hear about."
>The girls gave him their full attention
>"20 minutes ago, the individual fled into a local highschool." the officer explained "He was cornered and refused to come into custody. He was shot dead no more than 10 minutes ago."
>Everyone in the room went silent
>It seemed like a fitting end in some regards, though it still felt like he'd gotten of easy
>"You're all free to go whenever you wish, just let the front desk know you're leaving." the officer explained, leaving the room
>"He's dead?" Applejack asked
>"I guess." Twilight replied
>"He had it coming." Sunset justified
>"Maybe," Twilight agreed "do you think it's our fault?"
>"Nah," Applejack answered "he got himself into this."
>The girls silently stood one by one, leaving the station and heading back to Sunset's
>They spent the night talking about what had happened that day, comforting each other as they dealt with the stress of what they'd been through

>It was finally over, the man wouldn't hurt them any more
>They were free to live their lives
>With any luck, Anon would be burning in the deepest pit of hell right next to Hitler
>He'd probably like it that way anyways, someone to finally appreciate his more crude humor
>The night rolled on and the girls passed out one by one, ready for almost anything tomorrow could bring
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