Hello all! I'm new to all this so don't get upset if this is not quality, and just to warn you, this first full chapter is all back-story, the real story begins in the next chapter.

Also if you are reading this thank you!

Anyway I'll stop talking and let the story begin!

Let me just start off with this….where I live, sucks. The year is 2035 in the U.S.A. and the metaphorical s**t has just hit the metaphorical fan. Let me just start at the begging. Hello my name is Alex Stone, and I have a rather *Cough* interesting job description. But that's not important right now, right now is the time I tell you my story via. Voice diary. I am an only child, born in the year 2000, and everything was amazing during my life!

Straight A's in school, I got my PhD and got a great girlfriend. Though…..all of that changed when the date was the 4th of July, 2030. That day is when the country of North Korea launched a full blown nuke strike all over the world, though it only hit 1 of its targets. Japan. Then the 3 other nukes hit Russia, China, and Afghanistan, and world war 3 broke out dealing serious damage. But that's not the worst of it. That day while my family, my girlfriend and I were celebrating that day, a gang, known as the concrete assassins, kicked down my door, killed my girlfriend and heavily wound my parents. Soon after I fought them off with my dad's old Winchester double barrel, but I was still emotionally scarred for life.

Anyway, long story short, the worlds jacked up and I had to forget a nice job using my PhD. I had to take up and new hobby, which would also lead to my career path.

Hunting

I became a hunter to supply my home with food, then soon after, I became something many people would never dream of being, a professional hit man. This came up after I had found the entire group of the gang that had killed my girlfriend, and wounded my parents; had just accidently stepped on to my hunting grounds. All I could hear in my head were two voices, one screaming "Do it, murder them in cold blood!" While the other yelled "No! You are not like them, if you kill them, you are no better than them!" The other voice screamed louder than the voice trying to not make me kill them, "Nobody is around! Nobody will care, you are always better than them; since you didn't kill someone they loved!" The thought of killing them made me take aim, staring wideeyed through the scope, smiling at the thought of them dead.

Though the voice trying to not make me kill them tried to yell louder than the evil voice in my head, but quieter than before, "Don't listen to him! You are not a killer of man, you are a doctor, you have the ability to walk away and save your innocence!" I yelled quietly back in an angry tone as if somebody was actually there, "I lost my innocence 3 years ago when they killed her in front of me!" I took aim and as I was about to squeeze the trigger, I yelled out, "Take this you evil b#*tereds!" And so, a shot rang out, then ten others all in a row, all coming from the same gun. With that I walked away, eleven bodies on the ground, each with a bullet in their heads.

After that I just began taking jobs left and right, taking out this gang and that one. And that horrible neighbor who just lets his dog sprint around his and your home eating everything. After the word got out that there was a hit man for hire, I got at least forty letters in the mail asking me to kill different famous politicians all over the world.

When the first year of my new job had come and gone, I was doing ok. I had over a hundred million in the bank, and fifty million going to my mother and fathers account to allow them to buy med's if they needed them and pay for hospital bills in the future (I was sure they would need the money seeing as they were both over a hundred and going). My life began to get back on track after my new job was working out well. Though I still get a tear in my eye every time I think about that Fourth of July.

Well, now it's time to say what ruined my life 100% only about a few days after my last job. It was a Saturday in the year 2034, still can't remember the day it was after all this time. Anyway I did my normal routine for the mourning, get up, take a shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, brush my teeth, clean all 15 of my guns, and check my e-mail and mail box for anything. Nothing in my e-mail, so I went out to check my mailbox, as I looked at the contents I mumbled to myself what each of the items were.

"Let's see, junk, junk, coupon for groceries, bill, bill, letter from president, bill, bill, junk…." Wait a minute what did I just say? I looked back over all the mail. And I saw it, a small white envelope, with a gold colored seal on the front in the form of the back of a quarter. I quickly looked around, I still don't understand why I did that, I was probably thinking someone was watching me, and ran back inside. I sat down in my favorite chair in the den, and opened the letter with my hunting knife (which I always have on me) and read it with shaking hands, hoping it had nothing to do with killing the vice president in 33. Thankfully no, it was something

much worse, after I read the letter; I sunk down in my chair and let my arm rest motion less on the arm holding the letter. I had to go somewhere that the people would kill me if I came within a mile of it.

Russia

That place is known as a death trap for Americans; every person I've heard go in there only comes out one way. In a body bag. That was really the only problem, the mission was simple, and I had to stop some government scientists from doing some top secret project that could hurt national security and the blah, blah, blah, blah. So, it would take a bit of bribery, a disguise, a bit of online Russian speaking class, and I'm in. but I'm not going to bore you with those details so let's just jump to the night of the job.

It was of course, the night where the country had its coldest day in history, but I still powered through. I had three guns on me, my sniper, PDW57, and my dad's Winchester double barrel. I had a military bag with me containing some pots and pans, matches, a combat knife, a water barrel, and enough ammo to supply me to fight two armies. While camping on a ridge overlooking the facility for about three days I had learned all the patrols, guard locations, and alarm locations. Basically, I was more than prepared for the job. I loaded my guns each with a full mag of tranquilizers and went to work.

Three shots came out of my sniper, knocking out the three guards on the south side of the compound, and then I began to move in. The door was locked with a simple electric code lock; I pulled out a hacking device and unlocked the door in less than twenty seconds. As I moved in to the compound I realized how small this place is, (Probably on a low budget I had thought at the time) only about a hundred by fifty building with an upper level. I instantly saw on my entrance the two scientists in the middle of the room chatting about something to do with "this is crazy" and "diabolical", looks like that internet language class didn't help to much (and don't even ask how I got my guns past airport security).

Turns out I wasn't being very careful and knocked over a few boxes and got spotted by the scientists, as one picked up a grenade off the table the other ran towards the alarm. I got the one by the alarm with my PDW then quickly turned towards the other scientist, to see the pin on the ground and a nade hurtling towards me. Before I knew what I was doing, my arm shot out, caught the grenade and chucked it away from me, and saw it land near a control panel next to the work place of the two scientists.

As I quickly reacted I noticed a few things 1. The two scientists were gone and one of the windows was broken through, 2. The grenade had exploded faster than I had expected, and 3. The control panel that the grenade had exploded was destroyed and about five feet to the right of it a wormhole type thing had appeared, and 4. I was being sucked in.

As I desperately hung on to a support beam for dear life, many things were being sucked into the wormhole, boxes, papers, tables, chairs, and a fridge, while my entire body was being ripped from the beam. Before my body in the wormhole, I said a prayer (something I hadn't done in years) hoping for the safety of myself and parents. And with that the compound had imploded, and the body of the infamous hit man,

Was completely gone from that dimension.

Hello all! Sorry it's been a while, I've forgotten to do this in a while

So all last chapter had was back-story, now this is where the fun begins

Tell me anything you want, need it be a character or something to fix,

But remember, stay entertained my friends.

My head was throbbing, every portion of my body ached. I slowly got up while surveying my surroundings. While getting up, I had noticed some very crucial things. 1. I was in the middle of the forest, 2. It was quite warm, and 3. There was no crater around me. Basically I wasn't in Russia anymore.

I tried to recall what had happened, "Ok," I whispered, "I was on a job….yea that's it, and while on the job some vortex appeared and sucked me in. now what else?" I closed my eyes thinking, letting the gears turn in my brain, but all I could remember after that was five other vortexes opening while I was in there, and 4 other people going into vortexes opposite to me.

"First, let's see if I have everything." I mumbled. Ok, I thought, mental check list. Guns, check. Ammo, check. Knife and hatchet, check. Mask, check. Hair, check. Small rams horns, check. Hooves, check. Water supply, check. Food, check. Flin….. wait did I just say rams horns and hooves. I searched franticly for a reflective surface, spinning my head this way and that. When I noticed a small stream, only a few yards away. I sprinted over and looked into the water, yep when I took off my cap I saw 2 little ram horns. And when I practically tore off my shoes, I saw hooves. I had become a creature of Greek mythology. A satyr.

I took deep breaths, with my eyes probably the size of plates. In , Out, In, Out…and then I saw the eyes. Bright yellow eyes piercing through the dark of the wood, I looked around and saw about 27 more pairs of them all looking at me. I pulled out my PDW and hatchet, "Stay back!" I yelled, I backed up about a foot and the eyes moved the same direction. Only further, "I'm warning you." I said hesitantly, I feared for my life not knowing what these creatures are or what they can do.

I closed my eyes waiting for my demise by the hands of these beasts, when I heard a loud strong voice, "Calm yourself young satyr, we wish not to hurt you, but to speak with you." The voice sounded comforting and kind, still with my weapons raised I felt a bit more safe hearing another person's voice. "Oh thank goodness, it's good to see one normal person after all I've been through, are these your trained hunting dogs?" I said happily, then putting my arms away. And when I look up I see a rather large dog made of timber walk foreword. "No silly satyr, we are not dogs, we are Timberwolves, and you have walked into our territory." The Timberwolf say with a deep, kind tone. I backed up into a tree, trying to avoid the strange creature, made of wood talking to me. "So…..um are you the...Uh pack leader?" I said in a tone of fear, reaching into my holder for my melee weapon.

"Yes I am, and you need not fear other worlder," The pack leader told me, "We know you are not of this world, for we saw you exit the large vortex, inside was a window into you world with creatures standing on two legs."

"Well that's a relief," I began to relax as I talked to the leader; "My name is Alex Stone. Is there anything I can call you? Saying pack leader is a bit of a stretch."

"Why yes, many call me father but you may call me Clayton, king of the Timberwolves." I chuckled after I heard his name, he sent me a soul piercing stare, "What is so funny about my name?" He growled, then and there I realized I had made a mistake. The rest of the pack began to close in on me and Clayton.

"It's nothing," I replied, "That was my father's name, and you act just like him. I just thought it was funny how the resemblance was uncanny, that's all."

"Oh," He said in an embarrassed tone, "I meant not to show disrespect, I didn't know if you were insulting my family or poss…." He stopped, is ears shot up like a bolt of lightning, eyes widened to the size of tires. He began to bear his teeth and let out a low growl. I began to slowly move towards him, "Clayton, what is the matter…?" I was cut off by a shriek of pain coming from a distance.

My head was towards the sky, trying to locate the origin of the sound. Though when I looked back down, the pack was running south west, moving at extreme speed. I began to let the lead out of my feet and run, trying to catch up with the pack so that I could help them in any way. Because how else am I going to get answers on where I am, and how to get home? These thoughts raced through my head, before I began to notice I was closing in on the front of the pack. I had never run this fast before in my life, my best mile time was about a 4:55.6, and if my calculations were correct, I was running at a mile time of about 1:24.1. I quickly brushed these small unimportant thoughts out of my head so I could focus on the task at hand.

After a brief time of running, we had found the source of the cry. It had came from two individuals, a Timberwolf looking to be about half of the size of Clayton. And a small horse skin dark as night, holes of all sizes throughout the creatures body, wings that looked like they belonged on a dead fly, and a horn with a small glow of black around it. And beside it, a letter with the same aura of black encasing it, the letter began to float in midair; heading right to me. I snatched the letter out of the air, only seconds before Clayton and two other large Timberwolves began to rip the creature apart. The blood coming out of the creature was black, and withered the grass around it.

After the creature was done being ripped, limb from limb, the wolves began to huddle around the Timberwolf that had seemed to have gotten into a fight with the beast. Clayton, who was sitting right next to me, began to cry, paws covering his eyes, the rest of his body lay flat on the ground. "Jakobs…my only son…how…*Sniff!*…how could this happen?" He cried, This is horrible, I thought, I almost feel like this has happened to me beffo…..oh. "D**n Changeling" I heard another wolf whimper. A Changeling huh, this doesn't sound good.

I quickly remembered the letter I had in my hands, looked at it, and then I began to tear into it. None of the wolves noticed, since all of them were mourning for Jakobs. When the letter was opened, there was a small vile in it, and a letter (Shocking huh?). I put the bottle in my bag and began to open the letter, the message read:

Dear, Alex

I know that you are not of this world,

Wait? Somebody else knows I am here, who could it be? I began to read on looking to find answers:

I know what you can do, and I know that you will need me,

Ok, so this person knows of my profession, but why will I need her?

I can make you a deal you can't refuse,

Pfff, like I haven't heard that one before.

Here is the deal; you do as I say when I say it,

And?

And I will supply you with, ammo, tools, gold, and a way home.

…

So, do we have a deal?

Yes or no?

Circle answer above

*Gulp* well what do I have to lose? This person can offer all that I need.

As I wrote "I accept" on the document with a pen that was in my bag, my letters began to be set ablaze, and the entire parchment burned to ash. I began to wonder what in the world could've happened to set the thing on fire, when out of nowhere. Another envelope appeared, this time all of the Timberwolves saw it.

"Alex, what is going on? What does it say?" Clayton asked.

I read the letter over carefully, reading every word, making sure that no detail was left unread. Once I finished I stuffed the letter in my jacket pocket, turned to Clayton and said "Well my new friends, it seems I'll be staying here a while."

"Why is that Alex?" Clayton asked; even more worried than before I read it

"Because," I began, "it seems I've got a job to do."

Me: Well? What do you think?

The whole words like this means it's just Alex's inner thoughts

Just to let you know I put in a few references to good old

Borderlands 2

I am going to make this into a cool series, though it will take

A while to get the creative juices flowing for the four other stories

Well tanks for the support and feedback is appreciated

Alex: and only constructive criticism or you'll want a police force or seven guarding you at night.

Me: yep, I got Alex to back me up

Anyway see you later peoples!

Welcome back my dear friends to my fan fiction,

Sorry for not posting for a while due to schedules and stuff

Any way lets get this story going again!

By the way: I do not own my little pony (owned by Hasbro) only Alex

Now enjoy

Ok its time, time for my first job from my new contractor, this is going to take skill, intelligence, accuracy, and a metric sh*t ton of home made C4. It was about midnight, and one heck of a storm was going, but this wouldn't matter…. at least, not now. I was walking up a dirt road (now made of mud and gravel) towards a large gate, leading into the capital of the country, Canterlot. In my few weeks of preparation, I have learned many things about the land and the residents of this city.

This city contained the higher class of the social ladder, mostly wealthy aristocrats and celebrity's. But I wasn't here for those worthless chumps; I was here for the real higher ups. The leaders of the country, actually more like their loot. From the info I've gotten from my contractor (and from my own espionage) this place was almost as heavily guarded as that senator's office I blew up, (within ½ and hour of entering might I add), but this time, no need for stealth or cover. My contractor wants this to be LOUD and these people don't even have a musket rifle, but my contractor doesn't want and fatalities on the job.

When I was about 20 ft. from the gate I heard a loud voice from above shouting "You there! Who are you? And what business do you have in Canterlot at this hour?"

He asked, I could tell it was a man due to the dark tone in his voice. I put on my best fake voice, trying to sound a bit like Col. Mustang from Full Metal Alchemist,

"I have I friend in the town who I need to talk to, its very urgent." I lied, I had really hoped that he would believe me, but I was wrongfully mistaken.

"I am sorry, you are not allowed to enter at this time, you will be able to wait inside the waiting area until sunrise." He informed me.

I scowled at him from under my hood, "No its quite alright, I can just wait here." I yelled at him slightly annoyed, the guard smiled and looked out to see anybody else coming, while I stood by the gate, "Because I have no intention of waiting till sunrise." I whispered to myself.

I slapped two packets of C4 on the large wooden door at two points about 5 ft. away from each other, and ran down the road getting ready to let the C4 go off.

"Hey! What in Celestias name are you doing?" the guard yelled in an angered but yet worried tone. While he tried to look down at what I had placed on the door, I was far enough away, for me to pull out the detonator and let the sparks fly. The explosion was loud enough to be heard almost 50 miles away, and strong enough to blow a large hole in the 5 ft. thick wooden door.

Now lets hear the story from another person's or shall I say pony's point of view?

As I looked to where the explosion had come from, I was instantly met with the sight of smoke and a large amount of the royal guards flooding the streets. I scowled at the smoke wondering what fiend could've attacked the city. The changelings? King sombra? Or some kind of new threat to the kingdom?

I looked at the stallions near me, "All of you I want in the streets to find out who did this!" I yelled at them, and I was met with all of them returning with a "yes sir!" and running off to join the rest of the guard. I immediately ran towards the castle to make sure the princesses were safe.

As I was galloping along the walls at my fastest pace, moving like I was going to die if I didn't hurry. I was met with a voice out of nowhere saying to me:

"Why hello! I say could you help me find my way to the princesses quarters?" The voice asked kindly. I had no idea who this pony was or, Where this pony was. I looked all around me, up, left, right, over the side of the walls, but when I looked behind me; I saw a creature sitting on a battlement, looking off into space, kicking his hooves back and forth. But when I looked up, I saw something I have never seen before; it had two limbs on the battlement, with some form of thin sticks on his hooves.

A thin middle area covered by a coat, a long neck with goggles hanging on it, and a boulder shaped head, two eyes, a short mussel, mouth, a mane covering the top of his head looking freshly cut, and two small horns on top of that.

This creature was a tad strange to me; it seemed to have the lower half of a goat, but the upper half of a skinny nearly hairless ape.

"Who…who, and What are you?" I questioned it as I took a few steps back.

"Oh I'm nobody, a nothing to you," It said, "how about this, you tell me who you are and what connection you have to the princesses, and ill tell you who and what I am, deal?

I was conflicted, I was curious on what this beast was, but didn't want to tell it anything. But in the end *sigh* my curiosity won over my conscious, "My name is Shining Armor, Captain of the Royal Guard," It frowned as I said that, "My wife is also here to talk to the other princesses about some important information, classified to anypony."

"Awwww, that's too bad for you." It uttered in a sarcastically sad tone.

"Well…. *gulp* why is that?" I sheepishly asked it.

Then it began to chuckle, head tilted back in the air, "Because you sore fool," It spat as its head shot down with a killer serious stare, "That means you are coming with me." I started to turn around to gallop away to get assistance from some of the other guards when…

Bam!

I was it in the back of the head by something; my vision was flickering on and off. My head throbbing, my whole body was about to go black when the creature came up to me, lying on the ground. It bent over, looked into my eyes, and said, "Don't worry captain, you'll be a great use to my operation," It whispered to me, "As protection… and my bargaining tool."

Then I blacked out.

Well? How was it?

Good I know, sorry if this is a bit short compared to the other chapters.

Or if the format was different, I'm not using my usual writing computer.

It may take a while for me to get up some new stories/chapters, buuuuuuuuuuuuut

That's just how the creative process works

Until next time my friends, enjoy your life.

And remember don't do drugs kids!

Alex: so…what now?

Me: I don't know, want to work on the story/ you're new set you lazy bum.

Alex: nahhhhhhh, how about…Comicon!

Me: :(

Alex: Fine! Ill get to work.

Me: Good! Oh and don't for get your new costume –u-

Alex: ug.