Hearing the voice, I went to turn around but instead was put to the ground as a blunt object of some sort was struck against the back of my knee. I yelped in agony as I fell to the ground but didn't even get a word as my unknown assailant pulled a length of wood across the front of my throat, beginning to choke me out with brutal force.

Time itself seemed to slow to a standstill as I gagged and struggled beneath a forceful presence. My eyes clenched shut, a tear leaving my good eye as what seemed like the last remnants of oxygen left my lungs.

As time continued dragging to a standstill I felt a deepening lust inside of me... something I hadn't felt for a very long time. A red darkness filled my inner being, my very soul itself swelling with my increasing hunger.

My eye shot open, brows furrowed, the world coming to. The corners of my vision were cracked with a blood red tint, blurring out most of my view. I cocked my body to the left and drove a hard elbow to the figure behind me, getting a winded gasp as a response.

Reaching behind my shoulder with both hands I grabbed the assailant by the hide of his neck and yanked him over my body, hammering him down hard into the ground. He let out another winded wheeze as his body squirmed for air.

Then it struck me. As I gazed upon the withering stallion, I realized he was a royal guard. Time seemed to slow again as, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted another stallion jabbing a spear my way.

Leaning back I dodged the strike and firmly established a grip on the staff of the spear, using like a lever to flip the stallion onto his back with unrelenting force. The stallion went to move but I drove the butt of the spear into his gut, not yet wanting to kill him.

'Why in Equestria is the Roya-' my thoughts were cut off as a club, perhaps a baton, struck across my jaw, cocking my head to one side but in my ferocious state, barely even fazing me. My head slowly turned to see the white stallion standing there, awestruck that I was still standing, let alone barely dazed.

I drove my forehead into his helmet, the sheer raw force slamming him to the ground. “ENOUGH!” Boomed a grisly, older voice. I pivoted on my heels to see a rather older stallion, yet even still he was dressed in royal guard uniform.

“What's the meaning of this?!” I snarled, fists clenched and ready to go. The hunger for battle was ever growing inside of me, threatening to overcome all my senses and send me into a frenzy.

“You're under arrest Mr. Burdick. Stand down, put your hooves... err, whatever, behind your head and get on the ground, face down,” he barked. I remembered him now. That sergeant, the one from the gala... the one of whom mistook me for a new recruit who went AWOL... what was he doing here?!

“Piss off. You guys attacked me!” I got ready to fight again but flinched as something stabbed into my neck... something small and...

In natural instinct I grabbed at the thing and froze as I realized it was a needle, or rather, a dart. My phobia of needles set in deep and I pulled the dart from my neck, flinging it as quickly as I could as my body shuddered.

'Fuckin' needles!' I thought, a glimpse from my peripheral vision catching sight of a dressed up mare in a suit wielding some ungodly contraption. I spun, cocking my arms to my side as I got ready for a fight. I felt a little... strange, to say the least.

The sergeant called out. “Detective! Run!” he yelled. I could sense him charging and spun to meet him with a high kick to the side of the head, the force of which knocked him unconscious and to the ground. I felt another needling pain as a second dart jabbed into my neck. I flinched but had the needle out in moments.

My senses started to fail me as a hoof struck across my jaw without my foreknowledge of somepony swinging at me. I twisted my upper body to meet my new attacker, driving a fist into his armored chest and not getting a favored reaction as the stallion returned my strike with one of his own.

I felt another dart ping into my bicep this time but didn't have time to worry about it now. The stallion took a third swing which I brushed aside, then grabbed him by the hide of the neck and pulled him into a grappling hold.

A fourth dart stung my side just before I swung the stallion's body in a large arc, bringing his body crashing down into the ground with enough force to make him go silent... then it hit me, I couldn't hear much, aside from my slowing heartbeat.

I managed to see a hoof flying my way and dodged to the side, my whole world spinning into a fazed blur, almost as though I was intoxicated. I tried for a nice swing but my whole body felt impaired. I swung a wild haymaker that still hit home with enough force to knock the punk stallion to the ground but also sent me staggering about.

I saw a stallion charging at my, spear in hoof. I crouched slightly, then leapt straight up with a bit of twirl in my motion. My first strike was with the tip of my right boot as my body spun in the air. The second strike was with the base of my left as I tried to perform a fancy kick. It worked... though not as nicely as I'd hoped.

The kick was enough, from what I could tell, to knock the stallion out cold, however with my impaired state I also couldn't land afterwards and crashed to the ground. A heavyweight stallion came crashing down on me, trying to brutally hold me down. He was a good hitter, I'd give him that, though it may be the fact he was holding down an impaired man and beating him while he was down.

My feet snugged between our bodies and I kicked him off from atop of me then rolled backwards and to my feet, staggering horribly as I did so. Another dart jabbed into me, this time in the bicep of my right arm. I tensed aggressively, quickly brushing off all the needles which were no doubt pumping something into my system.

In my fueled anger I rushed forwards, taking another dart to the chest but not bothering. I could tell I didn't have much time left, but by god I wasn't gonna go down without a fight. I cocked back for a wild swing, but my aim was sloppy and my speed was below par.

The mare in suit ducked my powerful blow and drove a strike of her own into my gut, making me lurch forwards and nearly double over. She supported my weight but only to jab a larger needle into my ass and push the plunger all the way down.

The effects weren't as near instantaneous as movies but by the time I had staggered back a few steps the world was spinning beneath me. I felt as though there was an earthquake, or that somepony had sped up the rotation of the world... if this world even rotated.

I staggered and held myself in a defensive stance, but was barely able to comprehend anything beyond two feet in front of me, everything was just a blur of motions all blended together.

I felt the tip of a baton strike across my jaw, nearly twisting my entire body in a twirl, but I managed to stand my ground, leaning back for one last swing. “Fuck you-” I spat out. If I even managed to speak I wasn't sure, maybe it was just a thought that didn't make it to words. My whole body moved with my strike, my knuckles striking home across something fleshy and soft, with a little bit of bone behind it. “Asshole,” was the last word to leave my mouth as my body plummeted to the ground, but I didn't even feel myself finish my decent as my world went dark...

My world was dark. I could... feel, that I was awake, though bitterly groggy and a pounding headache that made me wish I was still unconscious. At first I thought as though I was in a room that was eternally dark, however I soon noticed the presence of a bag over my head.

Not far away, perhaps a few feet, spoke a set of voices. However, due to my intoxicated state, I couldn't tell for certain if they were right there in front of me or much further away.

The first voice was grisly, with a masculine tune about it... heck, it kinda reminded me of the crispy voice of Danny Glover. “That's not... whatever it is.” A second voice pitched up in response.

“Like hell it is! We have all the evidence! The holy cross shirt was even found at the princesses house in his room. Shit, the only thing we don't have is a witness cause the prick kills everypony nearby!” The second voice was feminine.

The first voice, Danny... I'm gonna call him Danny until I figure out what his real name is. Danny spoke up in retort. “No buckin' way... no. The one I saw... the one 'I' witnessed... it... it had... uhm... breasts,” he said, a little unsure about the last part.

“TCH! You're such a pig!” The second sounded displeased with Danny but he spoke up in immediate defense.

“No, no. I'm serious. Right here, there were big... uhm... mammary glands,” I could feel a hoof hovering near my chest and chose that moment to groan out in response.

“Oh, splendid. He's awake. Saves me the effort of trying to wake him up.” I tried to move but found my hands bound at the wrists behind the back rest of the chair and my legs wrapped to the chair legs. A pair of hooves, presumably hindlegs, bucked me over. I hit my head off the ground and flinched, my head throbbing.

“Kid! This isn't right! We don't know it was him!” Danny shouted but the second just scoffed.

“Damn straight we do! Shit, Heartigan this bastard is the only one capable of killing of this many guards and we have the evidence to prove it!” I tried to speak but suddenly found myself choking as water was poured on the bag which was covering my head.

I gagged and choked as the water began to suffocate me. I withered and squirmed but being tied to the chair, along with my condition, kept my actions limited. "That's for all those guards, you prick!" the mare shouted as I was drowned beneath the tide of water.

“HEY!” yelled Danny as the water stopped. “You could kill it. Shit, you dosed it with enough tranquilizer to kill a dozen elephants. I'm surprised it's even awake. Just one of those darts has enough juice to knock out a dozen ponies! I even told you not to take them!” Danny shouted but the second was again quick to snap back.

“And it's a good thing I didn't listen. He may very well have just killed us off if I hadn't knocked him out. Now you see how dangerous he truly is.” The water torture started again, causing me to panic, my heart starting to race out of control and being unable to hold my breath.

Water traveled not only into my lungs but also up my nose, giving me the oh-so terrible feel of being drowned. The water stopped before Danny howled in anger. “I SAID STOP IT! We should have taken a peaceful approach to it, but instead you just attacked it. That!... is why it attacked back!” The water was held at bay as my seat was lifted back upright.

“Well then... Heartigan, if you're so positive perhaps you can talk to him about it,” the second snarled as the bag was pulled off my head. My vision was blinded by bright lights... or perhaps they were quite dim but due to my head being in a bag for... however long, my eyes couldn't adjust just yet.

I clenched my eyes shut and swung my head to and fro, also now realizing I was missing my eye patch which would make things slightly more tricky.

“Definitely not it. The thing that attacked me had long hair and wasn't so... old,” Danny spoke and the second just laughed.

“Old? Coming from you that's hilarious,” she laughed and he just sighed irratably.

“Seriously Keyes. This is serious. This thing isn't what attacked me and-” the second cut off Danny.

“Heartigan... it's him. And the jury will agree with me. No lawyer in the land will defend his case,” the feminine one spoke before her presence departed. I groaned and turned my head side to side before slowly cracking open my eyes, my left eye blurred beyond comprehension.

“Who...” I whispered, being greeted by a chuckle.

“Heartigan. Detective Heartigan. Most folks call me Hearty.” His voice was gentle and caring. “I'm surprised you can even speak. Hell, I was pretty pissed when Keyes brought you back all dosed up to Tartarus. I told her not to bring those things. We use 'em to tranq Ursas, not... well, regardless. It only takes one dart to tranquilize an Ursa Minor. I didn't think you'd ever wake up, and here you are... impressive,” he mentioned and I puked on the floor in front of my feet.

“Snap. Sorry, I uhh... you'll probably feel like you have the hangover from hell. Here, drink this,” he said, bringing the lip of a bottle to my mouth. Very gingerly I took small sips of whatever the liquid was. It was... naturally sweet, with pulp. “It's Aloe Vera water. It'll help with the headache. Listen, I know it wasn't you. I'll defend you in this case, you have my word on that,” Heartigan, at least that's what he addressed himself as, informed me before he too left.

I sat in silence with myself, trying to piece together everything. I wasn't sure how much time passed before a white mare came into the room, her hair a nearly matching shade but with streaks of gold in it. Her eyes were also an amber gold as well.

“Dominic Gravelli,” she told me and I swallowed hard, not really understanding what in blue blazes she was talking about. “Who was he?” she asked and I shook my head, panting heavily and perspiration pouring down my face... or perhaps it was water from my water torture.

“Wha... I dunno... who is he?” I asked and she just scoffed, turning to leave. That's when I noticed a second, hulking presence in the room. I... I remembered that stallion... his face was mostly covered behind a royal guard helmet but... 'Where have I seen him before?' I asked myself.

The mare's voice caught my attention. “TCH! As if he was just another face... just a name, along the long list of ponies you've slaughtered,” she scoffed, scowling to herself as she left. “Lug.” He voice was the last thing I heard as the brutish stallion back-hoofed me to the ground, but with such force I was out before I hit the ground...

My handcannon was leveled at my hip, each gunshot was like a crack of thunder echoing down my ear canal. The stallion was tossed over his desk with several gunshot wounds in his chest.

Time quickly rewound and the scene played over again, my Desert Eagle pounding away at him. His body was once again flung over his desk.

Yet again time rewound and this time the scene played out in frantic pace the gunshots sounding like that of a fully automatic weapon. His body tossed at rapid speed.

One final time the scene was rewound, every shot slowed to hundreds of a second. I could literally see the massive .50 caliber slug exit the barrel at super sonic speeds, the fire ring from the sonic boom following it.

The slide slammed back, spitting out a smoking casing before rocking forwards and loading a fresh shell into the sizable handcannon. Each bullet drilled a gaping hole in his chest, blowing out his backside with a spew of blood. I could see each shot ripple a tremendous and most deadly shock wave through his body as he was tossed over his desk.

There was a clanging... like metal on metal. A voice yelling... the clanging...

“Hey! Hey inmate! Yeah you! Get up, yah got visitors scumbag,” spoke a voice, the metal clanging being that of his baton being pounded against the bars of the cell door.

'UGH! I'M IN A PRISON CELL!' I thought to myself before the comforting sight of my friends put me to slight ease. “UGH! Mom! Lassie... guys! Get me outta here!” I gasped in panic, about to jump up but crashing to the floor as I found my legs shackled together along with my wrists.

I struggled to my feet, hobbling along to the cell door. “Guys... guys...” I gasped, swallowing hard, already sweating. Twilight had been crying, I could see it in her bloodshot eyes, and I could tell she was holding back more tears.

Before I could say a word, she ran off, Rarity, Pinkie, Dash and Fluttershy chasing after her. Applejack stayed and gave me a glare. “Did yah do it?” she asked and I was shocked from her tone.

“Do what? What did I do?! What's happening?!” I asked in a panicked tone.

“They say yah gone and done killed dozens a royal guards!” Applejack snapped and I was nearly thrown back from the information.

“What?!” I gasped in complete shock.

“Don't try an' play stupid... answer me seriously, er not at all... did yah do it?!” she asked in the most defining tone I had ever heard from her before as she leaned forwards and stared deep into my eyes.

“Did-you-do-it?!” she asked in such a serious tone she actually forced aside her usual accent and spoke with a normal one.

“No! Applejack I swear to goddess I never killed any guards. Please, yah gotta believe me! Why would I kill them?” I asked and she seemed to be thrown off by my response.

“Ah... oh wow, yah really don't have anything tah do with it do yah?” she asked and I shook my head.

“Please... AJ, I... why? What's going on?! Why is this happening?!” I began to further panic.

“Well... ah reckon ah can fill yah in. Guess over the last few months somepony's been makin' a habit a killin' Celestia's royal guard ponies. 'Parently they been killed with something like yer uhh... gun thingy... so, yah know... bein' the only one in Equestria with that kinda technology and such... hooves are pointed at you,” she spoke and I felt my heart sink.

“No... no-no, it wasn't me! I-” Applejack put a hoof to my mouth.

“Relax. Ah can see it yer eyes. Yah didn't do it. Don't worry. Ah'll comfort Twi an' the others an' make sure they know yer innocent. Just a big serious misunderstandin'... but yah best not be lyin' tah me, er else,” she warned.

“Applejack. You have my word. I never killed any guards,” I swore and she nodded. Lassie stood there with a cake, blinking in disbelief.

“Oh... well then... I uhh... I guess this thing is useless,” she commented and both Applejack and myself looked to her and her cake.

Applejack rose a brow and I spoke both our minds. “Why... what's with the cake? Why is it useless? Does it do anything special?” I asked but my canine just shook her head.

“Nah. I just pick-pocketed the keys for your cell and shackles off a guard and put them in the cake but... well, if you're innocent then I guess you won't need them to escape,” she mentioned, AJ gasping in response.

“LASSIE!” She scorned but the dog just shrugged.

“Chilax dude. I thought he was guilty. Hell, everypony does. I figured if things got real bad, like if they sentenced him to death or something he could at least escape... you know, worst case scenario,” she said, AJ just shaking her head.

The guard showed back up and spoke up. “Okay, visit's over. I gotta get this punk to the court room,” he commented. Lassie just smucked the cake in his face.

“Whatever bozo.” She smirked as they left. The guard blinked and I couldn't help but chuckle. Lassie had attitude, that was for sure. The guard looked to me, grunting while wiping his face clean and tossing the clumps of cake at me. I ducked quickly and dodged the mess which landed on my pillow, which was a burlap sack filled with something fluffy.

Several guards formed up with spears and swords, surrounding my cell as one certain guard opened my cell... it was Shining, Twilight's elder brother.

He stepped forwards and I stood up, everypony quickly taking a step or two back in fear. I was dressed in classic black and white stripped jail uniform as I waddled towards Shining who stepped back another few feet.

I stopped a few feet short and swallowed deep. “Let's go,” I told him and he blinked before letting out a deep exhale and grabbing my chains and leading me away. As he led me down several hallways I noticed one particular stallion... the big one. Where did I know him from?

His armor was particularly bulky. Sure he was bigger than every other pony here but his armor seemed bigger than what it should be. As we got to the main hallways of the castle we were shrouded with camera ponies who constantly flashed pictures of me as we made our way to the courtroom.

Entering the large room, more cameras flashed as they led me down a walkway and to a desk near the front. I was seated and the guards left though they didn't go far. Heartigan sat beside me and it was at this time I noticed the one side of his face was severely burned. Burned to the point that his cheekbone and jaw were exposed and his eye was impacted.

He noticed me staring and made mention of it. “Whoever actually killed the guards... did this to me,” he mentioned just as whom I presumed to be the judge entered the room. The judge addressed everypony and announced the case would start.

The judge looked to me with a most sickening glare. “Mr. Burdick... before we actually do start... I wish you to know the only reason we don't just throw you away to never see Celestia's glorious sun is due to your status as Princess Twilight Sparkle's most faithful student.” I nodded and she began with the formalities of informing everypony that it was the state versus myself on the trial of me killing all those guards and ponies which I never did.

Right off the bat my opposition started off stronger than I could ever believe showing the jury all sorts of pictures of the dead guards along with evidence they recovered and how a forensics team pieced it back to me. I leaned over to Heartigan. “You guys have bullet forensics team?” I asked and he grunted.

Whispering to me he spoke. “It's strange kid... beyond strange. Just after it started happening they created a team they called 'forensic research'. Right off they bat they seemed to know exactly what they were doing, right to the point you'd think they had been doing it for decades... it's like somepony taught them,” he mentioned.

Only an hour into the case I seemed swamped by evidence, dozens upon dozens of guards killed with evidence against me, but irregardless this evidence didn't seem to match me at all. Keyes, the investigator against me pulled up some files. “Your honor... jury, I would like you to examine case number seventy-eight against Mr. Burdick. Guard Solar Wing was shot three times in the back and once point blank in the face... execution style. If this is how he acts on his spare time we cannot, under any circumstance whatsoever, allow this abomination to walk free.” The image was projected onto a screen and for the first time in the case I objected.

“Objection your honor! Those wounds are not from a fifty caliber handgun!” I shouted, knowing full well my handgun would've blown the stallion's head to mist, not just leave a gaping hole in his forehead.

“Overruled Mr. Burdick, sit down!” she banged her little mallet. Keyes turned to me as a stallion wheeled out a little cart.

Keyes spoke up in an all too cocky way, almost smug. “You are right about one thing Mr. Burdick. Those wounds are not from your fifty caliber. They're from your fourty-five Auto-Colt-Pistol. The H-K M-K-23,” she said, lifting a bag containing said firearm.

I was baffled she knew such terms, considering firearms didn't exist in this world at all before I arrived. “His fingerprints... are all over this firearm, and the wound cavities of every single victim match this firearm's projectiles your honor,” she commented and I curled my fists.

“Objection your honor! I only just received that firearm a few days ago. I never killed any of-” the judge silence me again with the mallet.

“Silence! Be seated Mr. Burdick. If you wish to object do so in a civilized manner,” she ordered. I breathed heavy and from the corner of my eye spotted my mother, wiping tears from her face.

“Your honor... jury, I only just received that handgun a few days ago. There is no possible way I could've used it to kill all these guards,” I replied and Keyes spoke up.

“Do you have proof of this?” she asked and I went to speak then bit my lip. The only ponies that were there when Kianna gave me the gun were Big Mac... the fillies and...

“LASSIE!” I shouted as I stood up. I gulped then sat back down. “I have a witness your honor. My dog, Lassie,” I said and Keyes just scoffed.

“A dog isn't a witness-” she was cut off by Lassie's voice.

“They're not? Then what do you call someone who was there when that wacky lady gave him the gun?” Lassie asked, everypony gasping at the fact my dog was talking. “Okay... seriously...” she sighed and the judged tapped her little mallet.

Keyes went to speak but the judge spoke first. “Seeing as how things are... strange enough, I will allow this dog to testify. Dog-” Lassie cut her short.

“It's Lassie,” she interrupted, much to the displeasure of the judge.

“Fine, so be it. Lassie, you may take the stand.” With that Lassie took a seat up on the trial stand and took oath. “Ms. Lassie, if you would please recall the day that... Mr. Burdick received the weapon that was used in these murders?” she asked and Lassie nodded.

“Oh yeah, it was crazy. First we were attacked by this alien or something, then I hid the kids and Derpy in the basement then Mac came and we totally thought he was the alien, but then we found it again... or rather, it found us, but there wasn't just one, there was three, and they were hunting us. Next thing we know we're like surrounded by the three of them thinking they're going to kill us then that crazy gun lady was like 'BAM-BAM-BAM',” Lassie acted out like she was fanning the hammer on a revolver. “And then another one snuck up behind her but Evan showed up with this big ass gun and was like 'DUD-DUD-DUD-DUD-DUD-DUD!'” She acted out like she was shooting a machinegun.

“Then the lady was all like 'Thanks for saving me!' and then she gave him the pistol, something about how he's used it before..." she calmed down from her elaborate story telling then cleared her throat and spoke more calmly. "And that's it.” She gave her... outlandish testimony, and Keyes spoke up.

“If that... ridiculous story, was even true... you said this... lady, said Mr. Burdick has used the firearm before?” she asked and Lassie nodded.

“Yeah... I kinda remember her saying something like tha...” she trailed off as she realized she had walked right into a trap.

“So it's very well a possibility that this... gun woman, was keeping his weapon for him as to hide the evidence from his residence, so that if the guards or police were to ever conduct a search, he'd appear innocent... we were just lucky and caught him with his pants down... your honor, that will be all,” Keyes stated, Lassie sighing in defeat.

The judge looked to me. “Is there anypony else?” she asked and I bit my lip but Hearty stood up.

“I'll testify your honor,” he said in his ever crispy voice that made me think of nothing but Danny Glover. The judge rose a brow but said nothing to detest. Heartigan took to the stand and made oath before taking a seat.

“Alright inspector-” the judge began but Hearty cut her short.

“Just detective,” he told her and she sighed, rather irritably. I suppose it was bad, even for him, to interrupt the judge.

“Proceed. What have you to say that could possibly show Mr. Burdick is innocent?” she inquired.

“Well... it all started a few months back. My partner and I were investigating a suspicious figure...”

Third person,

Months prior...

“Heartigan, look... there's our guy,” the white stallion said to the darker grey one. Heartigan took out his binoculars and peered down the street to the cloaked figure.

“Damn straight it is! Let's move on 'em and figure out what he's been up to,” the older inspector replied, both grabbing their nightsticks and moving towards the target. As they got closer and closer the target swiftly went down an alleyway, the two inspectors following in close pursuit.

Seeing the figure not too far off, the younger white stallion hollered out. “FREEZE!” He yelled, only making the suspect run.

“Shit kid, why'd you spoke 'em? Quick!” Heartigan and the younger stallion chased after the bipedal figure who fled into a building via a backdoor to which Heartigan and the white stallion followed.

Rushing down the tight corridor and taking a sharp turn, Heartigan skittered and crashed to the floor, slipping on the glistening floor and dampening his fur in a liquid that coated the floor. The other stallion skidded to a stop but Heartigan waved at him. “Keep going, don't lose 'em. I'll be right behind you!” he shouted, sniffing his damp fur and taking note it smelled particularly strange, but didn't have time to think about what exactly it smelled like.

Getting up and rushing down the halls, he could hear voices down the way. Skidding around the corner he spotted his partner just as the stallion clubbed at the back of the perp's knee, bringing the foe to a tumbling halt.

“Alright, FREEZE MOTHER-BUCKER!” The white stallion yelled, getting close to take a second swing. However, just as he did, a knife slid down a guide hooked up to a wrist gauntlet and the foe slashed the white stallion's throat wide open.

Heartigan's eyes went wide as he watched his partner collapse, grasping his gushing throat. Letting out a roar of anger, the grey stallion charged after the foe and barged through the doorway where he'd last seen the killer go through.

He nearly skidded to a stop as he met with her, just a few feet away. “ON THE GROUND! NOW!” Heartigan ordered but the figure just tossed aside the cloak, revealing feminine features.

“I'd... prefer not to,” she said, lifting a cigarette into her mouth. “You... have a light?” she asked and the stallion readied himself into a combat stance. “Me... oh I have a light,” she said, pulling out a lighter from her pocket at blinding speed, making Heartigan jump back in a defensive way, only making the woman laugh as she lit her smoke.

“Drop it!” Heartigan ordered and the woman rose a brow.

“Oh... you mean my knife. Pfft, whatever, I don't need it anymore,” she replied, the Zippo still burning as she dismantled the knife wrist gauntlet and tossed it aside. Heartigan still stood his ground and the woman chuckled.

“Or did you perhaps mean my lighter... tell me inspector... do you enjoy the smell of kerosene?” she asked and it was that moment he realized not only what the smell was, but what his fur was soaked with. Looking to the floor he noticed it was sopping wet with kerosene.

“UGHAHHH!” Heartigan gasped just before the woman spoke.

“What's the old saying inspector?" she asked before smirking. "Oh yes... I remember,” the woman said as she went to toss the still burning Zippo. “You have the right to remain silent.” The inspector watched in horror as the naked flame touched the liquid, lighting the floor ablaze and quickly catching him as well.

The woman leapt out a nearby window as the fur of the stallion burned, and the skin on his faze sizzled. His screams of agony echoed out the window as he thrashed about...

“I ended up tumbling off the second story balcony... lucky some kids had busted open a fire hydrant and were playing in the water... but I still lost part of my face... now I gotta ask you... reckoning... just say, we'll pretend, and I mean this is a far shot... that this bulky old man looks like the female that attacked me... why in all Equestria, if he killed my partner in cold blood then torched me... would I, in a million years, defend his flank?” Heartigan asked.

Keyes sighed. “Well... Heartigan, as interesting as your story may be, I'd like the jury to know shortly after those events Heartigan became disgruntled and obsessed with this case... to the point he was reassigned to office work only,” she mentioned, Heartigan looking away in shame.

She walked up and looked him square in the face. “If that will be all... you washed up... old... senile bastard,” she whispered the last part but both I and the judge heard it, the judge banging her mallet.

“Enough Keyes. Your point has been made, there's no reason to harass the opposition!” With that Heartigan came and sat back down beside me, myself leaning over.

“Is that why you're helping me?” I asked but didn't get an answer as Keyes spoke up.

“I would like to bring the attention of another matter that is partially related. Do you all remember the Manehatten incident?” she asked then looked to one of the guards. “How many died... were killed, in that single night?” she asked the guard who rubbed the back of his neck.

“Uhh... if I remember correctly... three hundred and... eighty-ish?” he replied.

“Three hundred and sixty seven... in a single night, your honor. Just over the sum of three hundred ponies massacred at the docks and surrounding area. Another twenty found dead on the streets. And forty at that warehouse... three hundred and sixty seven lives ended in less than six hours... I want you all to think about that,” she stated and I gulped. I hadn't killed those guards... but the mobsters... that entire mob family... I had killed. That... I was guilty of.

“And the single assailant wore a most particular black shirt with a white cross... a shirt, which I will mention, was found and recovered from the room of none other than... Evan Burdick,” she stated, holding up the shirt, everypony gasping in the room.

Dammit... I should've gotten rid of that ridiculous shirt when I had the chance. Crap, why couldn't I have changed it to a white skull like Derreck's?

Heartigan stood up in protest. “Objection your honor. This has nothing to do with-” he was cut short by Keyes.

“This has everything to do with Mr. Burdick's case. It isn't about a single murder. It's about all his combined killings. He's a sociopath that needs to be put down!” she yelled, Heartigan grimacing.

I had my head in my hands and arguing amongst the detectives started to break out. The judge was quick to start slamming her mallet thing, demanding there be order in the court. As things settled down the judge looked to me. “Mr. Burdick... how to you plea against these allegations?” she asked and I swallowed hard, a deafening silence in the room.

“I... I did it,” I whispered, though to myself it sounded like thunder in my ears.

“Excuse me? Can you speak up Mr. Burdick? So that the jury can hear?” she asked. I pressed my face into my palms.

“I... I'm guilty... I did it,” I said aloud. I heard Twilight burst into a sobbing wreck and rush out of the room just as everypony gasped, including Heartigan.

Keyes seemed dumbfounded. “You... you did?” she asked as though she didn't believe what I was saying.

“Not the guards... but the mobsters... yes,” I replied, brutally honest. There was no way around it. That shirt, along with everything else for the crime scene, pinned me in a way I couldn't possibly lie about. I didn't even have an alibi.

“BUT!...” I trailed off. “It was because they kidnapped a friend of mine. I was-” Keyes cut me short.

“You acted outside the law with lethal and illegal means. Mr. Burdick you are a criminal!” she challenged me.

“I was trying to rescue my friend!” I shouted back.

“YOU WERE BLOODTHIRSTY!” She hollered and the judge again began slamming her mallet, demanding order in the court.

The judge just began shaking her head but Keyes spoke up. “You're honor... I would like to call to the stand, Flim and Flam,” she stated, the names perking my ears. The two brothers slowly started walking up the aisles.

“Wha-what are they...” I was stunned. Why were they here? They took to the stand, and took oath. Even so, I felt a little more comforting. At least now I had somepony on my team.

“Mr. Flim, Mr. Flam,” Keyes began. “Would you please explain your relationship with Mr. Burdick?” she asked. At first I thought maybe I had an ally but in seconds I realized it was far worse than that.

“He's abusive!” Flim wailed right off the line.

“He threatens us over everything. Why, when he was first arrived he purchased fuel off us and then shorted us, threatening us if we didn't sell it for less!” Flam cried, making me groan. I put my elbow to the table, my arm straight up and dipped my head into my palm.

“Why, it's so awful he forces us to build things for him for free, never giving us so much as a bit!” Flim sobbed, though I could tell it was faked. My body tensed... these guys were... throwing me to the wolves.

“And the Manehatten incident... he had us build him the equipment to terrorize those poor ponies and threatened us that if we ever talked... ohhhhhh it's horrible!” Flam added in, pretending to faint. I stood up in protest.

“That's bullshit! YOU FUCKERS PRESSURED ME INTO TRANSPORTING THAT SHIT YOU STOLE!” I roared, taking everyone in the courtroom by utter surprise. “YOU SONS A BITCHES ALREADY HAD THAT STUFF PRE-MADE, AND I ONLY DID IT CAUSE!... FUCK!” I swore, slamming my fists into the metal table.

Everypony just looked to me, some in fear, some in complete shock, the guards ready to jump on me.

Flim and Flam both squealed in horror. “Just like that! Just like that!” they both cried in unison. “He acts like that and forces us to do his dirty work. And what are we to do?!” They cried.

The judge began to slam her mallet. “I think I've heard enough. Mr. Burdick... under regular circumstances I would have you sent to the dungeons for the rest of eternity, never again to see the light of Celestia's beautiful sun... but this case has been... strange to say the least. I, and most likely the jury as well, will need some time to think this over. You shall remain detained in the castle dungeon until further notice. Guards... remove him at once!” the guards swarmed me, getting into a defensive formation but I just groaned.

“Don't bother... I'll go quietly,” I muttered, having lost my will to fight. I stood up and offered Shining my chains. He looked to me with disgust.

“You were right,” he spat and I rose a brow. “When you told me at Chrysalis's wedding... not to judge before I got to know somepony. I thought you were an alright pony, far better than any stallion my sister has ever associated with... but now I see you're just scum.” With that he began to lead me away. We stopped just briefly at the courtroom doors where my mother and the others were waiting. I could see her eyes, see the hurt behind all those swelled up tears.

Most of all though... of all the pain, all the death-defying things I had ever been through in life. The slap she laid across my cheek hurt more than anything I had ever endured. The others all glared at me, a deep sense of guilt building inside of me.

I will never wish to myself that I would change killing those stallions to save Derpy... but I did wish, now more than ever... that I had never met Flim and Flam. Just before we could leave, Heartigan came racing over.

“Wait, Shining! Just... I just need a few seconds. I know the case is over but it'll only be brief, I swear!” he pleaded and Shining grunted.

“Fine! But get on with it!” he snarled and the inspector, or detective, or whatever he was, nodded in appreciation.

“Kid... what does nine mm mean?” he asked and I rose a brow. “Like... the number nine, then two Ms behind it?” he asked and my eye went wide.

“Nine millimeter!” I gasped and he nodded.

“And uhh... there was one more word bene-” I cut him short.

“Luger! UGH! 9mm Luger!” I gasped and he nodded.

“Yeah, that's it! Wait... what does that mean?” he asked.

“It's a type of handgun cartridge, much smaller than a .45ACP. How do you-” he cut me short and pulled me close.

“Listen... back when this started happening and I was still a detective... on just about every single scene with a dead guard there'd be these little golden things, and on the bottom it was labeled 9mm Luger... not .45ACP,” he mentioned and my eyes went wide.

The evidence... was falsified. “I can't get into forensics... I taught Keyes everything she knows. I was her... mentor in a way. I thought she'd clue this together as well but it seems that she's blind to everything and just jumping to conclusions,” he told me.

“So... so what do you want me to do?” I asked and he just sighed.

“Just... do what you do best,” he said and before I could say anything Shining began dragging me along again.

Bringing me down to my cell, he pushed me in. I nearly stumbled over my shackled together feet and turned to him. “Shining-” he cut me short.

“Don't... just don't. You've already caused too much pain,” he said as he looked to me with great disgust. “They shoulda locked you up a long time ago.” Heslammed the cell door shut and locked it before leaving.

I flopped down and put my head into the palms of my hands as I began to cry. Not soon had I started then a gruff voice picked up and I looked to the cell door. “Crying? Really? What are you five?” he asked, my large, and perhaps my only... hopefully, friend.

“Derreck... Derreck what am I gonna do?” I sobbed tearfully and he rubbed his chin before patting his belly. “Feed me. That cake Lassie made looks pretty good,” he stated and I blinked before he pointed to my pillow where chunks still remained.

I grabbed him a bit but he just scoffed. “Don't be a fucking Jew. Give me all of it or I won't help you,” he ordered and I scrapped it all up and handed him the globs of cake. Most of which however he just flicked to the side and found a set of keys in the cake.

“UGHAHHHH! How'd you know those were there?” I asked in disbelief as he opened my cell door and popped off my shackles.

“Don't you remember what Lassie told you?” he asked, her words coming back to me.

'Nah. I just pick-pocketed the keys for your cell and shackles off a guard and put them in the cake...' and the memory of how she splatted it in the guard's face and how he wiped it off and tossed the plastered cake into my cell.

“Amazing... what now?” I asked.

“Well... what now?” he asked. I remembered what Hearty had said about forensics and how the team was just developed at the drop of a hat yet performed almost too well at their jobs. I also recalled him mentioning the 9mm Luger casings.

“To the forensics lab!” I noted and he nodded before we both snuck away. We didn't get far, not even out of the cell area, before we were tasked with the problem of a guard stationed near the exit. “Shit...” I muttered but Derreck shook his head.

“We need somepony to take your spot,” he commented before sneaking up behind the stallion and grabbing him. In mere seconds Derreck choked out the stallion and dragged him back to my cell where he tossed him on the bed and covered him up, shackling his hooves together behind his back and wrapping cloth around his mouth and tying it in a knot so he couldn't scream for help if he came to.

We began towards our objective again, sneaking out of the dungeon and into the castle, having to take many detours to avoid guard patrols. Coming around a corner Derreck pulled me back, holding a hand over my mouth.

We both peeked around the corner were two guards stood idle and present. “Look... damn bozos... this is the only other hallway we can go down... or we have to go back and try another,” Derreck mentioned.

“So what do we do?” I asked...

Third person...

The two stallions stood guard, silent yet ever vigilant. A faint tinging noise caught the younger stallion's attention, his ear flapping. “You hear that?” he asked the older, more experienced, stallion whom just shrugged.

“You do this job enough, you realize that this castle makes all kinda noises at night... probably just a rodent,” he commented. The younger stallion blinked then spoke in protest.

“We should investigate it!” he tried to order the older stallion who again just shrugged but this time with a sigh.

“You want to investigate it? Go ahead. I'm just going to keep guard here. Say the princess comes by and sees we're not on guard? We'll be doing latrine duty for a month,” he informed the younger stallion who just scoffed.

“Fine, but I'm going to see what it is!” he said valiantly and the other just chuckled.

“Don't be disappointed when it's just wind whistling through a slightly opened window. I doubt the princess will give you a medal for closing it,” he laughed, the gold stallion trotting down the hall and around the corner.

His light blue eyes scanned the area but all the torches had been put out. He went to call out for the other stallion but a hard swing cracked him across the jaw with so much force it knocked his helmet off.

A grisly, venerated old man swung him around and curled his massive arms around the gold stallion's throat, choking him out in seconds flat. The scarred man just exhaled deeply. Before jamming the gold stallion with a blue mane into a suit of display armor.

'What about the other?' asked a voice in his head but the brutish man just smirked.

“I got it covered...” he replied.

The older stallion just sighed to himself, wondering what in blue blazes was taking the younger recruit so long to inspect the 'suspicious' noise. Before he could call out, he saw a large cardboard box scurry past.

“!” He gasped to himself as he watched it sneak into the washroom. He immediately chased after it and found himself looking at the large box as it sat idle in the middle of the room. “Okay Flash seriously... I'll have you reprimanded for this!” he snarled but got no response.

With great curiosity he walked forwards and gave the box a small kick but wasn't expecting for a massive figure to emerge and pull him into the box. The washroom was filled with the echo of flesh on flesh. THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!

Everything went silent before the stallion's body was ejected from the box and into a vacant stall. The man reached up out of the box and slammed the door shut before waddling away in the box once more...

Elsewhere in the castle two stallions trotted along on patrol before coming to a stop as they spotted a box. Getting closer for an inspection the one guard noticed a note attached to the box. 'To be transported to forensics lab for examination.' The one stallion looked to the other.

“Isn't the forensics lab just down the way?” he asked, the other nodded. “Come on, let's get this thing down there.” The first went to lift it but nearly wheezed as he realized it was extremely heavy.

“Celestia... it weighs a ton!” he gasped, the two stallions trying together but barely able to budge it. “Huh... no wonder those lab geeks ditched it... probably too heavy to lift,” he commented before peeking around a corner and calling out to another patrol.

“Hey guys, come give us a hoof with this box!” The two other stallions came over and the four struggled to get the box off the ground and all waddled down the hallway.

“Geeze... this thing... weighs... a ton...” one spoke out as they neared the door. Setting the box down, one stallion pulled out a set of keys for the locked door and opened it up. Rather than pick it up again, the four stallions struggled to push the box into the room then slammed the door shut and locked it once again.

“Whatta yah think was in it? Concrete?” one stallion asked but another answered more professionally.

“Probably more evidence against that murderer Burdick. Good thing we built the forensic lab when we did. Perfect timing,” he stated, a third chiming in.

“Yeah. I can't believe he actually did that... I mean... the guy was a hero not to long ago-” but the first cut him off.

“Don't let first appearances throw you off. Some ponies... things, are evil and sinister and you'd never know otherwise...”

Evan's perspective...

“Oh man... I can't believe that worked,” I said as I got out of the box with Derreck and quickly began looking around. In minutes Derreck spoke both our minds.

“This is... way too convenient to be coincidental... they have stuff here that is on par with modern tech back home... it took us nearly a century to come up with this sorta stuff and they... just outta the blue decided they wanted to make a specialized team just for this?” he mentioned, shifting through papers.

“We gotta look for those nines... the old original casings,” I stated but Derreck just shook his head.

“They won't be here,” he told me.

“Why not?” I asked and he tossed a bag with a bullet casing in it at me.

“The evidence was falsified,” he informed me and I looked at the casing, which was a .45ACP.

“How... how do you know?” I asked and he laughed.

“Look at the case? See how clean it is?” he asked and I looked close. HE WAS RIGHT! Not only was the case sparkly clean but there wasn't even a primer in it.

“Just fresh empty casings... meaning we were set up. These were never fired. They were created so they could put your fingerprints on it and frame you for the murders of all those guards... just look at these,” he said, throwing over a fine sheet of some kinda science looking transparent paper. It had fingerprints all over them.

“Your fingerprints... they've made copies... where would they get your fingerprints?” he asked and I looked to the fresh, brand new shells.

“From where they got the shells... I'm always handing around Flim and Flam's... hell, my fingerprints are all over Juggernaut! But... if Kianna gave me the gun... presumably to set me up, why didn't they fire off a few rounds with it and print my fingerprints on those fired cartridges instead?” I asked and Derreck just shrugged.

“Maybe they thought it would be enough to just have Flim and Flam testify against you and set you up for the fall... just lazy and a bunch of amateurs,” he told me.

“FREEZE!” Boomed a regal voice and both Derreck and I spun, our entire focus of view fielding itself to the voice's owner, ready for a fight. A figure stepped out from the darkness, her translucent mane and tail flowing beautifully in the darkness, her slender frame moving in a casual way.

“Ahhh... Mr. Parker... I would expect as much... why are you two not in your cell?” the regal form asked.

“Nothing pieced together... it was a scrambled puzzle that was hastily forced together and looked like shit... and the jury and judge was forced to accept it,” he stated. The figure stepped forwards and into the light and I gasped as I was bestowed by the presence of Princess Celestia.

“Ugh... Your highness...” I whispered and she smiled faintly.

“Even in these dire times... you still address me as your leader,” she stated proudly then looked to Derreck. “Indeed the trial evidence was flopped with inconsistencies... Mr. Parker, you have done your part well. Now if you would be so kind as to leave Mr. Burdick and myself in private... I have some things to go over with him.”

Derreck gave her a nod and left without so much as a word. She looked to me with a patronizing glare. “You have caused much pain Mr. Burdick,” she noted and I nodded.

“I know... I know. But I couldn't lie. I did kill those mobsters and I wouldn't lie about it... but those guards I-” she cut me short.

“You know it's strange... I've always had a hunch... a... voice in the back of my head... telling me there's morbid crime happening in Manehatten but every time I dispatch an investigation they come up with nothing. I've been there myself but as always everypony I meet is on the tips of their hooves around me...” she trailed off and looked to me. My heart was pounding. This was either going badly... or very badly... I couldn't tell just yet.

“And now I see why. Corruption within the ranks of my most prestigious force, the royal guards... rather, the investigating unit. This... forensic team... ha... I always was a little suspicious about it. They did nothing but examine and research evidence in those guard cases...” she again trailed off

“Celestia I-” she cut me short.

“And here you are... causing so much pain among everypony, yet not even the one whom killed my guards,” she commented.

“Celestia I'm-” she cut me off again.

“It wasn't just the killings. You've been causing Twilight Sparkle much grief and sorrow since before all this happened!” she scorned me. “And now of all times, when she bears your child!” she boomed at me and I flinched then registered what she had just said.

“Wait... wait what?!” I gasped. “Sh-she... she's what?” I stuttered and Celestia just scoffed.

“She's pregnant! With your child and here you are still screwing around, believing she's your mother! Can't you for once take something seriously!” she boomed and I stumbled back. I was... my mother was pregnant and I... I...

“Don't look like that!” she said in a quiet tone yet one with such power behind it that I was left dumbfounded.

“I... I don't know... the guards I can prove I didn't do but Manehatten... Flim, Flam they-” she cut me short.

“Their butt-bucking traitors to you. They sold you out and framed you for somepony paying them more!” she told me and I nearly slumped to the ground.

“You need to show the world you did the right thing, even if it was dirty... or maybe, you didn't do the right thing, and you truly do belong behind bars for the rest of your pitiful days!” she snapped at me and I stood tall.

“I did do the right thing! I... was just in the wrong place at the wrong time... those bastards Flim and Flam had me delivering that miracle food to the Liotta's, and then the Gravelli's kidnapped Derpy and... and... AND!” I began to break down.

Christ... no, this couldn't be happening. I already had one mother disown me for not being good enough... I couldn't... not again.

Tears trickled down my cheeks as my fists clenched. I couldn't... I had to...

Celestia stepped forwards, speaking in a calm and most heart touching way. “I remember when you first arrived to Equestria. You were hot headed... arrogant... foolish... but above all else you were scared. Scared of the unknown. You didn't know if you could trust this world because you were scared of it... do you remember that?” she asked and I nodded.

She closed her eyes and sighed. “And now it seems... that the tables are turned... I'm not sure if the world can trust you, because of the great unknown that lies before us,” she stated.

“Celestia... you have to trust me. I did what I had to do. I didn't have anypony to turn to! Derpy... they were going to kill her if I didn't hand over that stupid... all over some stupid vial of goo... all that over some stupid marketing thing... you have to believe me,” I said and she closed her eyes shut.

“I want to believe you Evan-” I cut her short.

“Burdy... my friends... what little I have left... they call me Burdy...” I stated.

“I want to believe you... Burdy, I really do... but death, isn't such a simple matter... and by hurting Twilight, you have hurt me...”

“Please... Celestia, you have to believe me. I didn't want this... any of this, to happen. I don't... I used to gallivant around like some kinda show off, trying to prove myself because all I wanted was to be loved... I thought I needed to prove myself... but then I realized I didn't... but it was too late, the damage had already been done yet... I had hid it with a bandage. If I could... I'd do anything to take it all back.” There was a long pause before I spoke again. “Celestia... please, how can I show you?” I asked and she sighed again, a tear coming to her eyes.

“I remember the first time we met Burdy... all those months ago... heck, it's almost been a year now... do you remember that day?” she asked and I nodded. “You thought I was like a deathly cloud looming over you, going to strike when you least expected it... and now, our roles our reversed. I'm not sure what to think of you.”

“You've just gotta trust me,” I stated and she looked up to me with those heart filled eyes of hers.

“Alright... I realize you're denser than diamonds so I'll be completely blunt with you. I'll trust you, but...” she trailed off and there was a seemingly endless and most silent pause. “Only if you... will eat out my vagina,” she stated and I stood there with a stupid look on my face.

“What?” I asked in a blank voice.

“Go down on my pussy, and pleasure me with your tongue...” she began in the most plain and casual tone. “Right here... right now and perform oral sex on me, and I will return the favor... err uhh... I mean, like... I'll return the favor, not like that but... you know?” she stated and I blinked in disbelief and confusion. She couldn't be serious.

“You can't be serious...” I stated and she walked forwards so that she was just inches from my face and I could feel her breath on my lips.

“Oh I am serious Burdy... see this?” she asked, squinting her eye slightly and raising a brow while pointing one of her forehooves at her face. “This is my serious face.”

“That's ridiculous! How will that make you trust me?!” I gasped and she whispered back in a most alluring tone yet still one of powerful demeanor.

“It will prove that you are willing push past your inhibitions and lay everything on the line. To go back to that first instance of trust and give your one hundred and ten percent, to prove who you really are. To lay everything on the table and not leave out a single detail. To show the world you're not just some bloodthirsty beast with a lust for death!” she told me.

“This is ridiculous! I can't! You said yourself Twilight-” Celestia cut me short.

“This isn't about sex or relationships! It's about trust!” she scolded me then laid on the floor with her rump faced towards me. “Okay, proceed,” she said and I just blinked.

“Pfft... this is absurd! This can't... no way,” I stated.

“HUMPH!” Celestia grunted as she stood back up. “Well, I guess you won't really do 'anything' to take it all back, will you Burdy!” she grumbled in an annoyed tone.

“Wait no! Hold on...” I trailed off and she rose a brow.

“If I... on you... you'll help me out in this whole ordeal?” I asked and she nodded.

“Of course. If you pleasure me with your tongue, I'll make sure everypony understands that you're one of the good guys... the only one you'll have to reconcile with afterwards will be Twilight, though after my speech it will be much easier to do so,” she stated.

“Ah-al-alright... ah-I'll... I'll do it,” I stated and she perked a brow again.

“You'll do what?” she asked.

“I'll perform oral sex on you,” I stated. She nodded with a faint, almost sly, smile.

“Alright then... I'll just...” she looked over her shoulders both ways. “Make sure nopony is watching... and uhh... alright it looks clear...” she trailed off and once again laid on her back, though her hindlegs were squeezed together this time.

“Alright, here we are... and...” she said before spreading her legs wide. “Go.”

This was ridiculous! I had all the evidence I needed to prove I didn't kill those guards... but Manehatten... and I had just been caught after breaking out of my cell. I guess things wouldn't be in my favor unless I...

I bit my lip and Celestia looked to me, again with that risen brow look. It looked as though she was disappointed, annoyed, and growing impatient, all at once. One of her front hooves moved to her flank, right over top her cutie mark, and gave a tug, spreading open her lower lips just enough to give me a view of her already glistening hole.

'1-2-3... do it,' my conscious said in a mocking tone.

'Shut... up,' I replied back. As if now... NOW, of all times, my mind decides to grow a filthy perception on things. I fell to my knees and Celestia put a hoof to her other flank, spreading herself even wider and in a more presenting way.

Her hole was now fully spread open, her tunnel easily visible and coated with pussy juice, some of which oozed down. I slowly, and most reluctantly, leaned forwards and towards her love hole. She wasn't necessarily what one would consider gaping, but she was much looser than Twilight, that I knew for certain just from sight.

As my thoughts shifted to my mother I stopped in hesitation. I... I shouldn't do this. It's absurd. Celestia should know this is cheating, fuck trust it's-

I was cut off as she shimmied a little closer to me and the heat from her genitalia struck me like a sledgehammer. I shouldn't... I couldn't...

I leaned in, my soft wet lips gingerly making contact with her lower, puffy white lips. Celestia however, didn't make so much as a sound. I looked up to see her looking downing to me with that damn look of hers.

My arms reached around her hindlegs and rested on her belly as I slowly extended my tongue, my eye focused on keeping in contact with her own. Very gently, and almost as though to tickle her, the tip of my tongue began to dance around her puffy lips which, as of now, were once again sealed shut, no longer giving a full view of her pink inner walls.

As my tongue began to gently touch her lips I could feel her body stiffen slightly. Not a full tense, just a slight rise in stiffness. Her facial expression however, didn't change one bit.

My tongue changed positions and began to move up and down her slit, spreading her open just slightly. I thought, almost certain, I heard a whispered moan leave her mouth, but I couldn't be certain since she barely moved but again, just got slightly tenser. But that damn look was still peering down on me.

My mouth moved up to her little nub and I gave it a gentle suckle, this time really getting a reaction. At first her face twitched severely and she let out a deep groan, one that sounded as though she was desperately trying to stifle her cries of pleasure.

“FFFssssSHHHHHGAHHHH!” Celestia hissed to herself and her hind right leg began to twitch. Her mouth sprang open as she cried out in pleasure, blushing faintly before biting her lip. I continued with my assault on her pussy, which was now oozing juices like a leaky faucet.

I kept my left arm wrapped around her waist and began to play with her teats, only making her jittering leg twitch all the more often. My mouth covered her pussy completely and I forced my tongue into her canal, finally getting a real sign of arousal out of the princess mare.

Her mouth shot open as a true moan of pleasure left her mouth, no longer content on trying to keep it bottled up inside. She squealed and whined as my tongue invaded her cunt.

She began to grind herself into my face, rubbing furiously against my tongue. I moved my tongue up to her clitoris and began to suck as my right hand moved down to her nethers. I began to rub the length of my finger up and down her slit, stopping every now and then to spread her wide open or to prod her slightly.

Her body began to stiffen, to the point at which I thought she had stopped breathing. However even so, lewd moans and squeals of sexual pleasure still continued to pour out from her mouth. I decided it was time to finish it, as she would obviously now trust me... if this was really how ponies regained trust with one another.

I sucked a little harder on her clit and shoved both my index and middle finger into her soppy wet box. I had kept eye contact with her for this whole time, but as my fingers hilted themselves to the knuckles inside of her, she let out a shrieking cry of pleasure, her thighs slamming together around my head as she wrapped her hindlegs around me, squeezing so hard I saw stars.

Her inner walls clamped down on my fingers, squeezing them tightly and feeling as though they were suckling on them, pulling them inwards. After what felt like minutes, Celestia's grip on my head eased off and she released me. I looked back to her to see if she was still giving me that damn look, only to be shocked by the expression splewed across her face.

Her mouth was gaping open, drool dripping from the side of her lip, tongue lolled out the other side. Her eyes seemed to sparkle with afterglow and a deep red hue of blush was flushed across her cheeks.

“Ohhh great Tartarus... I have not felt that pleasure in ages. I... I, ahem... uhm!” She pulled back from me, my fingers leaving her now rather tight hole, which was still twitching, with a SCHLUCK!

My hand and fingers were covered in a viscous fluid that had a thick string still attached from the tips of my fingers to her entrance. 'Did she just?...' I thought to myself.

She stood up and I went to follow but gasped at the sudden realization of heavy arousal. I had a wildly hard stiffy and was leaking precum to the point it had put a small stain in the jail outfit I was wearing.

“GUH... UGH!” I gasped as I went to step back.

“I can see you wish to have your needs satisfied as well. And all those whom bow before the goddess of the sun shall be rewarded,” she told me but I shook my head nervously. My heart rate nearly shot through the roof as I found myself backed up against a wall.

She stood to her hindlegs, placing each fore hoof on opposite sides of my head as she leaned in close. “I know what you want. Your body has made that completely obvious.” Her horn lit up and I felt a sensational feeling coat my erected phallus.

With immense willpower I ducked beneath her forelegs and slipped out from between her and the wall, waving my arms. “Nononononono!” I stammered frantically. “I'm really good. Seriously. Trust right?” I said without a single breath between words. In my haste however I tripped over my own footing and slammed into the ground, back to the floor.

Celestia was quick to find her place atop of me, magic sliding off the jail pants that were only held to my waist by a small rope. I let out a gasp as my willy sprang free and just briefly brushed her slick, gaping nethers.

I rolled our bodies over in an attempt to break free but got caught up on the jailer pants that were still wrapped around my ankles and fell atop of her body, my cock pressed up against her once again. The underside of my thick length rubbed against her slit, coating it in her love juices.

I most regretfully let out a throaty moan, wishing to goddess I could take back how good it felt. Just as my feet found grip and I went to stand, Celestia rolled our bodies once more, again taking her place atop of me.

Before I could even flinch she plunged herself down on me, impaling her tunnel with my shaft. We both let out a unisoned moan of pleasure, the action enough to bring me to the brink.

I lurched, my body moving on its own as I went to start thrusting her but her magic held me down at the hips. She slowly leaned down on me, taking my right and and sucking on my fingers in an erotic way, licking off the juices before forcing her lips upon mine, her tongue invading my mouth.

I tasted her marecum as her tongue wrestled mine into submission... not like I was fighting back for dominance. Her cum... it... it tasted like... like fruity bubblegum. With that, she slowly rose off my prick, keeping just the head inside of her warm inviting pussy.

“Now... tell me what you want,” she offered.

My response was raspy and stuttered. “I... I w-want... I gotta... get out!” I forced myself to overcome the immense pleasure she was bringing me. This wasn't about trust anymore. Maybe before one could pawn that off as earning back trust. But this? This was purely just fucking like animals. This WAS cheating, or rather it would be if I enjoyed it. Otherwise it was... molestation. Rape even.

“Hmm,” Celestia hummed to herself as she slowly began to take me again, inch by inch. I found myself looking down, seeing my thick cock disappear into her depths as the girth of my shaft spread her wide. “You seem to be having a hard time making up your mind. Let me help you cum... to the right one,” she teased, slowly starting to rock her hips against mine to a rhythm.

I was brought to the brink of orgasm several times but each time she'd slow and let my body simmer back down. It was agonizing to think I was actually enjoying this. It wasn't right.

The magic around my wrists and hips let go and against my will my body began to thrust into her, pounding her pussy with enough force that it shook her entire body. My hands, against my demand to shove her off, grabbed her hips and began to pull her down with each thrust, pushing her up every time I was pulling back.

Celestia began to moan out once more, closer to her own orgasm than even myself. 'PULLOUT DAMMIT! RUUUUUUUUUUN! GOOOOOO! GET OUTTA HERE!' I yelled at myself then realized something awful.

I was no longer in control of my body... I was the conscious. I was the voice in the back of the head. I was sitting on the sidelines while my body, as though it was someone else entirely... was rutting Princess Celestia... yet worse of all I could feel everything. Feel how tight and warm she was. Feel the building suspense of imminent orgasm... and feel how I didn't want to stop.

Her inner walls clasped down on my shaft, squeezing it snugly and pulling me in deeper. The immense increase in tightness drove me over the edge and I drove home a final thrust, blowing a powerful load of hot sticky cum into her depths, plastering her walls white with my seed.

As the glow of orgasm washed over me, everything became bright white and I found my mind lost into that bright nothingness...

I felt a beam of light gaze upon me. I twitched and clenched my eye shut in an attempt to block out the light that was seeming to pierce through even my eyelid.

I tried to roll over but found myself shackled. I gasped as I awoke, now remembering everything that was going on. I lurched up into a sitting position and looked at the shackles around my wrists and ankles.

“UGH!” I grunted out vocally as I shook my arms and rattled the chains of the shackles. But I had... last night... Derreck and I... I had... with Celestia!

My eye was wide open as I tried to puzzle things together. I had... I had performed oral sex on her and... even had intercourse with her... as a form of rebuilding trust... and then...

“Heard you and Princess Sunbutt had a good time last night,” grumbled a powerful voice. I swung my head to the side and saw Derreck sitting across from me, in similar jail garb.

“DERRECK?!” I gasped and he grunted.

“Had to bring your sorry ass back here. Figures you pleaded guilty to that Manehatten incident... now I'm getting sticked for it too-” he was cut off as a baton was clacked against our jail cell bars.

“Alright scumbag, time for your sentencing. Hope you get what's coming to you,” the jailguard grunted as he unlocked the door. He was backed by a few other guards... one of which was that bulky one, the one I was having trouble putting my finer on.

I stood up acceptingly. If Celestia was serious about helping me out, then I should have no problem with this trial. Derreck was hauled along as well, this time though Shining was not present during my transportation to the court room.

Bringing me in, all eyes fell on me. I was surprised to say the least to my mother and her friends present, though her look of deep sorrow was not one of comfort to myself. I was seated next to Derreck and Hearty as the judge trotted in and took her spot, immediately going through all the crap about yesterday and again going over how lucky I was to be gifted with trial due to all the evidence against me.

I took a brief scan of the area but couldn't spot Celestia. Where in blue blazes was she?!

“Mr. Burdick... have you anything else to say for yourself before we continue?” the judge asked and, without my mental input, I stood to my full height, body moving on its own along with my mouth.

“Your honor, jury... I was framed for these crimes!” I shouted out, much to the surprise of everypony in the room. Hearty pulled on my arm.

“Kid! Sit down, we don't have much to run on since you pleaded guilty!” he hissed.

“No,” I told him them turned to the judge. Dammit! Celestia should be here by now, but if she was a no show, then I had to do this on my own and I had all the evidence to prove that.

“You're honor, I wish for the shell casings to be brought back out from the evidence locker. I have vivid proof that the evidence has been falsified!” I said in a demanding tone. The judge rose a brow but then nodded. A handful of stallions left the room and Heartigan leaned over to me and whispered.

“I sure hope you know what you're doing kid,” he said in a quiet tone and I nodded. I knew everything and how it was going to play out. I felt... almost cocky... almost too good about all of this. As though nothing could stop me.

“Your honor... or rather, jury. As you all know, there was a forensics team put together to help with the investigation into these heinous crimes, correct?” I asked and there was a silence, queue for me to continue.

“And as you know, they've made terrific advances in technology regarding such instances as firearms data... firearms which, aside from myself and a prostitue human named Keanu, do not exist in this world,” I said aloud then thought to myself. 'Why did I call her Keanu?! Her name is Kianna...' I thought silently but words kept flowing from my mouth, no longer my own thoughts... as though another was speaking for me.

“You've got to ask yourself... how is it, this team of scientists and investigators know so much about technology that, before myself and Keanu arrived, didn't even exist in this world?” I asked and Keyes pitched up in an irritated voice.

“What's your point?” she snapped and I held up my hand for her silence.

“I'll get to that once the evidence arrives, until then...” I looked back to the jury.

“You've got to wonder to yourself... most new teams put together for investigatory purposes take a few years at best to start getting as good as this forensics team started off as. How is it they know so much about firearms that they can just... speak as though they've done this their whole lives?” I asked and Keyes pitched in.

“It isn't hard to trace it back to the only human with firearms!” she hissed and I chuckled.

“And what about the prostitute woman, Keanu?” I asked, thinking to myself once again. 'But her name isn't... besides she's a gun runner and mercenary, not a prostitute!'

Keyes was silent. Not soon after, the stallions returned, wheeling in a cart with several items of evidence on it, all sealed in bags. “Your honor, if I may,” I said, picking up one of the bags with a half dozen empty shells in it. Walking up to the jury I displayed it before them. “Jury, if you would to take a look at these shells...” I trailed off holding the bag in front off them. “You'll see there is a little hole in the bottom... a vacant space where it seems something should be fitted,” I told them. “That thing, is to be what is called a primer. You see, in firearms, more specifically the cartridges they fire, the primer that is missing in this cartridge is one of the base components. When a cartridge is fired the firing pin from the firearm strikes this primer which creates a spark. Said spark ignites the propellant powder inside the casing which creates a significant force to launch a small projectile down the barrel of the firearm, generally at super sonic speeds. The burnt propellant usually leaves a black colored soot inside the casing... these casings are not dirty, nor have primers... meaning they were never used in a firearm before being collected for evidence,” I stated and Keyes boomed in uproar.

“Objection your honor. He is speaking information on which the jury has no valid information about!” she shouted and I spoke up in retort.

“Oh really. Well... seeing as how your forensics team is so good... perhaps we can have their input on it?” I suggested then went on to continue. “On top of that your honor... my firearm of choice is a fifty caliber handgun... one which produces a powerful magnitude of kinetic energy nearly four times that of a .45ACP. The wounds in those guards would have been much more severe,” I replied confidently.

“The perfect cover!” Keyes shouted back. “Using a caliber different from your usual one to plead innocence,” she stated, started to lose her own momentum.

“And what about Keanu, the prostitute?” I asked and she quickly tried to switch to a different topic.

“It doesn't matter what you say. We had a verbal confession by you yourself, that you killed the ponies in Manehatten!” I gritted my teeth.

“That was to save a friend!” I yelled back and she scoffed.

“So you justify killing hundreds of ponies in one night by saying it was to save one friend! Hah, lies!” she scoffed before there was a scream.

“WAIT!” Called out a somewhat muffled voice. Everypony seemed to look around but couldn't find the origin of the voice. Suddenly one of the large windows were smashed open, a grey streak flying in and right at me.

I could barely brace myself, and my legs being securely shackled together didn't allow me to take a wide stance.

Derpy careened into me, smashing both our bodies into the cart of evidence and spewing the contents all over the floor as we crashed into the ground.

“Nice of you... to drop in Derpy...” I chuckled. She however, didn't have time for small talk.

I could hear Derreck mutter to himself. "Speak of the devil... and he will appear."

“He's innocent!” Derpy cried out and the judge rose a brow. Derpy first looked back to me. "I heard that you were in trouble for this. How could they do this to you? You're a hero!” she stated but was cut short as the judge interrupted.

“And whom might you be, Mrs.?” the judge asked.

“Hooves, Derpy Hooves, and it's Ms.,” she said, trotting up to shake her hoof.

The judge however, pointed to the stand and had her take oath. “Okay, Ms. Hooves... would you mind explaining your... reasoning for believing Mr. Burdick is innocent?” she asked and Derpy nodded. The evidence was still scattered all over the floor but everypony seemed more interested in Derpy's testimony.

“Well... I was in Manehatten delivering mail and met Burdy, and we're the bestest of friends. We do all kinda fun things together like play chess when he's in the hospital, and go to the beach, and-” Keyes cut her short.

“Onto the point please!”

Derpy gave a blank expression and then nodded. “Oh, right! So I was in Manehatten, and I was helping Burdy around, cause he got lost-” again, Keyes cut her short.

“Did it ever occur to you as strange that Mr. Burdick lives in Ponyville... yet he was wandering the streets of Manehatten, Ms. Hooves?” she asked but Derpy shook her head.

“Nah. I see ponies from all over exploring new places. They call it vacationing. Anyway, I was helping him along and then a really mean stallion grabbed me and threatened to kill me, and then Burdy killed him instead,” she said. I dipped my head into my hands, wishing she had left that little detail out.

“So...” Keyes began. “Rather than peacefully resolve the situation... Mr. Burdick simply killed him?” she asked and Derpy gulped then nodded.

“At first I didn't like it either, but then I realized the stallion could have killed me, for no reason! And Burdy did try to get him to let me go but he put a knife to my throat... right here!” she said, pointing to her neck. “So then, I was crying because it was scary to see a dead pony, and I went to leave, then some really mean stallions dragged me into a carriage and put a bag over my head then beat me up. They were really mean. They were talking about doing all sorts of really mean things to me, and said after they got what they wanted from Burdy, that they were just going to kill me anyways. I thought I was done for, and then Burdy came in and saved me!” she stated. The judge rose a brow then just sighed deeply with a large exhale.

“Objection your honor!” Keyes yelled out. “The only witnesses and alibis Mr. Burdick has thus far brought to the stand have been a disgruntled investigator, a talking dog and a mentally retarded pegasus!” she yelled, Derpy gasping and whining, deeply hurt by the other mare's hurtful words.

Seeing my friend hurt like that, publicly no less, drove me into a deep frenzy rage. I clenched my fists and tensed before slamming the bases of my fists into the metal table, putting a large dent in it.

“YOU TAKE THAT BACK YOU BITCH!” I boomed, standing to my full height but only being rewarded with a strike to the back of my knee from a security baton, swung by that big brutish stallion.

A second swipe slapped me across the temple, putting stars into my vision as I fell onto all fours, gasping as my world spun. I could see from my peripheral... a third strike coming down from above. I let out a deafening roar as I swung both fists into the chest of the stallion with brutal force, sending him crashing back and into the opposition's table.

I went to stand but was tackled from all sides by half a dozen royal guards. Keyes yelled out. “You see?! That man is vicious, unstable. DANGEROUS! He should be executed for all the guards he has killed!”

“THAT WAS THE PROSTITUTE, KEANU!” I yelled back and she lost her mind with irritation, finally pushed to the brink.

“HER NAME IS KIANNA! AND SHE'S A GUNRUNNER, NOT A PROSTITUTE!” She screamed back and I laughed, her expression grim and a hoof covering her mouth.

“SAY IT AGAIN! SAY IT AGAIN FOR ALL TO HEAR!” I yelled, the guards atop of me now also listening as the whole courtroom fell into silence. I chuckled audibly, eventually laughing loudly. “Say it one more time! Tell the whole room what her real name is... what she really does!” I laughed, now understanding why I was calling her Keanu, and stating she was a prostitute... somehow, I knew Keyes knew whom Kianna was... and knew all along that by addressing her as Keanu, and stating she was a prostitute, it would get Keyes to eventually slip.

The judge banged her hammer. “Investigator Keyes... if you would be so kind... as to repeat what you said just seconds ago... word for word.” The judge seemed pretty serious.

Keyes gritted her teeth and Heartigan spoke up. “You're under oath kid...” he smirked and Keyes scoffed.

“Okay fine! FINE! Her name is Kianna... and she's a firearms dealer, a gunrunner as they call them back on Mr. Burdick's world. So what?!” she snapped and I laughed again.

“So... why is it that if you knew who she was... and that she dealt firearms... the firearms which were undoubtedly used in these killings... why didn't you stop her?” I asked, the tables now turned.

“That doesn't change the fact that you killed all those ponies in Manehatten!” she screamed but a most authoritative voice overruled her.

“Yes it does! Because it was I that ordered him to Manehatten!” The whole room turned to the courtroom doors just as Celestia entered. Everypony, including myself but excluding Keyes, took a bow.

Celestia stepped forwards, and gave me a hoof, helping me to my feet. “Mr. Burdick was under my direct orders to travel to Manehatten and investigate the crime that has seemed to spread across Manehatten as of recently, like a bruise across Equestria's face. It would seem that whenever I myself go, that everypony is on the tips of their hooves, acting very uppity to impress me. I have, on numerous occasions, sent an investigation unit... generally led by yourself, isn't that right Keyes?” she asked, the investigator/detective nodded. “And it always comes up clean, as though it is on the same prestigious level as Canterlot... when I truly know deep down inside, that is not the case. I needed somepony with little to no ties to me. Somepony whom nopony would recognize... the only connection Mr. Burdick has to me... is being that he is my former student's student... the perfect candidate. When he was faced with the situation of Ms. Derpy Hooves, he acted accordingly and justly and I would expect no less. The mob families in Manehatten have, as I have recently received information of, always had a very cruel nature and Ms. Hooves's life was in great danger. But... I suppose we would know all about that, if my investigation unit wasn't let by a mobster cell agent, isn't that right... Ms. Keyes... Gravelli?” Celestia asked, turning to Keyes who only went pale in the face.

“After Mr. Burdick took down your father, Dominic Gravelli, you made it a personal vendetta to take him out... it took me some time to figure it out, but now it is as clear as my day's sky,” she stated and Keyes took a few steps back, backing into that big bulky stallion whom stood behind her. "I always wondered what your full name was, Ms. Gravelli."

Heartigan stood up and chuckled, addressing Keyes. “Hey kid... looks like you lose... and I win... again,” he stated, his voice crispy just like that of Danny Glover. Why was he so smug about this all of a sudden?

Celestia stepped to my right, Danny on my left and Derreck sitting silent, a confident smirk on his face. “Guard,” Celestia spoke in her royal voice. “Arrest Ms. Keyes Gravelli,” she ordered but Keyes snapped out in anger.

“FUCK THIS!” she screamed, standing to her hindlegs and flicking her right wrist. A small compact submachine gun slid out on a wrist gauntlet, the gauntlet having been hidden beneath her suit this whole time. It was customized to be operated by a hoof. Her left hoof slapped a stick magazine into the gun then racked back on the open bolt. Turning her aim to us, she first sprayed Heartigan with a blast from the Mac-10.

The stallion's fine garments were torn to shreds as blood splattered from his wounds and he was kicked back. She then turned her aim to Celestia. “NO, TIA!” I yelled out valiantly, jumping in front of the princess in an act of heroism as the mare blasted at the princess with her subgun.

I felt at least a half dozen heavy .45ACP slugs tear into my chest, perforating my lungs and at least one striking my heart. I gasped, a splew of blood coming from my mouth as I crashed to the ground and lay motionless yet was still able to see and hear everything around me.

Ponies screamed and scurried about as the mare went for a third burst but found the gun had stovepiped a round and was jammed. “Oh fuck it! LUG!” She yelled, the big stallion discarding his heavy guard armor, and that was the moment.

I remembered him. One of Kianna's mercenary goons. One of the heavy troopers. The one whom operated the machineguns. Two M60E1s rolled out of a battle harness strapped to his entire body. I heard Derreck boom out a mighty roar just as the M60s lit up the room. I could do nothing but clench my eyes shut and pray I didn't have to witness this horror.

There was a silence and I managed to crack open my eye, only to see a true spectacle. Derreck's arms were held out, coated in a dark blue aura, and in front of him were at least a hundred bullets suspended in the air, stationary. The jaw of the machinegun stallion slacked open in shock as Derreck's arms fell back to his sides, the aura dissipating and the shells all clinking to the ground.

“LUG, LET'S GET OUTTA HERE!” Keyes screamed, the two darting for the exit. Several ponies scrambled over to the princess, to check if she was okay.

“AWAY FROM ME YOU FOOLS. BURDY IS THE ONE WHOM WAS HURT, TRYING TO SAVE ME NO LESS!” She boomed out but they didn't get much a chance to check my fatal injuries as Derreck rushed over, grabbing my right forearm and yanking me to my feet.

I coughed up another slew of blood but my wounds were sealing shut already. He clenched his fist and with it, three razor sharp blades erected from between his knuckles, all coated in a flaming dark blue aura similar to the one that was around his arms. His metallic blades slashed at the chains holding my shackles together, cutting them as though they were mere butter.

“THIS WAY!” He ordered me, pulling me along and only stopping briefly to pick up a loaded magazine and the HK MK23 from the evidence spewed across the ground. We ran outside to where Keyes and that bulky stallion Lug were already flying away in a carriage being pulled by two pegasus.

Derreck grunted, the pistol falling from his grip. “What now?!” I gasped and he took a wide stance, arms shooting out in front of him and cupping his palms together.

“KA...” He grunted, body flexing. “MEH!” he yelled and my eyes went wide. Oh no... no-no. Celestia had said this wasn't allowed. “HA-MEH!” His arms swung to the side as his muscles expanded to the point were most of his clothes shredded apart... not that these jail clothes were a good fit to begin with.

I felt the ground shake as a sphere of blue energy formed in his hands, bright beams of light shooting of from it. I could see little blue particles drawing in from all over, even some coming from myself. “HAAAAAAAA!” Derreck roared out, stepping forwards with his right foot and swinging his arms out in front, blasting a devastating beam from his palms that shot towards the carriage with ferocious might.

The blast struck part of the carriage and the pegasus pulling it, blowing it apart and the remaining bits falling to the ground in a smoldering wreck. Derreck gasped and panted slightly. “Man... that really takes it outta a guy... come on!” He scooped up the HK pistol and hurried along to the burning wreckage.

“You think they survived?” I asked as he began kicking over parts of the wreckage, first finding the big stallion, impaled by some wood and dead as dead could be.

“Not him,” he quipped in an Arnie voice. No sooner had he said that, we heard some movement, the wreckage moving slightly. We looked over to where Keyes was lying, bloodied but not fatally injured, unless it was internal which could very well be a possibilty.

She shakily rose her subgun, trying to bring us into her sights but Derreck just laughed and kicked the gun from the grip of her gauntlet, making the mare gasp painfully before she began to laugh.

“You know... when Kianna first arrived... she killed wildly... like she thought she was dead... no reasoning behind it... just random and sporadic... eventually I caught her... but we agreed to start a revolution... start planning her killings... at first... all we needed to do was kill the princesses... but after you killed my father... I coaxed her into believing... you needed to be removed as well... she had... met you previously... lucky coincidence... she already thought you were special forces... didn't take much to... to make her think... we hired you to... to take her out... I thought for sure my plan... would succeed... and my vengeance would be... would be... complete... but here you are...” Her breathing was painful, probably more than just a few broken ribs.

Derreck cocked the handgun and leveled it on her head but she just laughed in retort. “You can't kill me!” she laughed and Derreck rose a curious brow. “You'll have to take me in... then they'll say I'm insane... that I need clinical help... then, with the help of my allies... I'll break free... and pursue my revenge against you... and your family!” She spat blood at my feet then continued her rant. “We're demons... you... Kianna... myself... we don't belong in this world. But being as you're trying to settle down into this one... you have to abide by the law... because unlike your world, this one is civilized!” she laughed.

Derreck's facial expression twisted into a deep hatred look as he spoke in a deep tone. “But I'm not. And now I'm gonna take you out... sucka!” Keyes's eyes went wide as Derreck squeezed the trigger, blowing a gaping hole straight through the mare's head.

“Derreck! Why'd you?!...” I trailed off and my big friend just shrugged.

“Like I told her... we'll leave this mess for Celestia's guards to clean up. We've done our part. Come on, let's get our pardon,” he said, both of us turning to return to the courtroom but finding that a stallion dressed in a light khaki colored trench coat and fedora had been watching us.

"Nice job Mr. B. Nice job." I blinked in confusion.

"Who... who are you?!" I gasped and he just shrugged.

"The name's Guiseppe... but that's not important... I just thought... since Heartigan is dead and his cover is no longer relevant, that you should know the Liotta family was here for you during this whole ordeal," he stated and I blinked my eye. "You see, Heartigan is... was, our mole in Celestia's detective unit, much like how Keyes was the Gravelli family's mole. Those two were always at each other's neck, but couldn't kill one another cause it would blow their cover. I swear, I lost count how many times Heartigan humiliated Keyes, but I guess a mare can only take so much. Well... I best be splittin' like a banana." With that the mystery stallion took off into the alleyways and was gone.

I just shrugged and Derreck and I returned to the courtroom where a large crown had gathered, several photos being flashed of me as I returned with my big friend. Celestia stepped forwards and I went to bow to her but she stopped me, instead taking a bow before me.

“Mr. Burdick... or shall I call you, Burdy... I shall see to it you are pardoned off all these crimes that have been wrongfully pitted against you,” she stated and Derreck laughed.

“Because you trust him?” he joked and she blushed terribly. I looked around and spotted my mom with her friends, Twilight still crying. I rushed over but instead of getting a loving embrace I was treated to a sharp slap across the cheek by my own mother.

“UGHAH!” I gasped and Twilight tried to speak between sobs of deep sorrow.

“Evan... Why?! Just... I can't... you're murderer... I just...” she ran off, crying all the while. I gulped deeply and Applejack was the next to scorn me, looking me deep in the eye.

“Yah said yah swore yah never killed nopony!” she snapped and I flinched.

“I said I never killed any guards! Those were the allegations against me. I had no idea they'd bring up Mane-” Applejack cut me short with a scoff.

“Yer unbelievable!” With that she too left, Pinkie, Rarity and Fluttershy having already rushed off after Twilight. I looked to Rainbow Dash.

“Dash I-” but she too cut me short.

“Just... Evan this is really messed up. Yeah... I mean... you were saving Derpy but... just stay away from Ponyville, and stay away from Scootaloo,” she told me and I gasped but she was quick to pick up again. “I'm not saying you'll never be allowed back but... in this world we can't really easily justify killing... that many ponies... Evan, we just-don't-kill in this world. And I don't want your influence on Scootaloo-” I cut her short.

“But Dash!” I gasped, this time she cut me off.

“I'm not saying what you did was bad. Evan, I'm just saying... everypony has to settle and come to terms with everything that has happened. The hardest will be Twilight, but I think I can show the others what you did wasn't bad,” she told me and my eye went wide. “Hey... I'm the element of loyalty. You've saved my flank before... maybe now I can save yours... just, don't come back to Ponyville for a while,” she told me.

“Dash...” I gasped and she put a hoof to my mouth.

“I can't say what you did was bad. Heck, it was me who told you to kill Tristan after what he did... for me to shun you would be hypocritical. Just trust me when I say we'll need time to fix this, okay?” she said before also leaving.

I gasped. In this short time... my world... everything... had been shattered... maybe Keyes truly had gotten her revenge. I fell to my knees, tears flowing from my eyes, even my damaged one. “UGH... GAH...” I began to gasp, trying to hold back my sobs of despair.

Derreck rested a hand on my shoulder. “It'll be alright,” he assured me but I shook my head.

“No... she... mom... mommy!” I cried out, trying to hold onto the love she gave me as a mother, but felt it slipping from me. “Please... no...” I cried. I had nothing... not a damn thing. 'Not even a place to call home,' I whined in my thoughts, but as though he had heard my thoughts, Derreck spoke up.

“We do have one place to call home. Remember our one favor we asked of Mr. Leone of the Liotta family?” he asked and I turned to him, my world seeming to spin out of control as I felt faint in the heart. He reached down to me. "Evan... you are my brother. And brother's always have each other's back. Are always there for one another to help them when they fall. I will always be there for you when you fall. I will always pick you back up!" I took his hand...

Third person...

The old man wept to himself while still on his knees, crying about his lost mother. Suddenly something snapped, as though a switch had been flicked. He stood up to his full height, letting out a pained and most anguished yell.

His whole body tensed, his muscles bulking and flexing while his shoulders widened out. He let out another painful roar, his sharp canines lengthening significantly. His chest broadened out while his muscles once again reached maximum potential like they had when he used to work out.

A deep hellish red flash blazed straight down the right side of his face, leaving the mark of a scar down his face that started at the top right of his forehead and traveled down, over his right eyebrow then started again at his the top of his cheek and continued down, stopping at his chin. Another blaze slashed down his face, starting at the top left of his forehead and going down his face on a diagonal slant, slicing across the bridge of his nose, along with his right cheek, crossing over the other scar and creating an X mark with the other scar then travelling around the side of his neck and ending on the back of his shoulder. A final most painful flash burned across his left cheek, putting a deep cavity of a scar perfectly horizontal across his cheek.

The big man's hair shaded from grey back to his original light brown, his signs of aging now leaving as he began to look more like a man in his forties again. Standing to his hindlegs, a lot of the ponies in the nearby crowds looked to the man as he whistled, Juggernaut swerving through the crowds and coming to a stop near him. He whistled again then called out a name. “Lassie! Come along, we're going home!” he ordered, the dog first biting her lip then deciding to go along with him for now...

Author's Notes:

Yes I know, I take forever with these updates, and I know it's unfair to you as the readers. I bought MGS V PP, played it for a bit, then had the struggle of trying to finance a new pickup... well a newer pickup. 2010 Dodge 1500 HEMI SLT. Don't worry, I didn't get rid of Cadance, I'm just finally getting around to restoring her like I should have done years ago... besides, who would want to get rid of a truck that can make you look this badass... or maybe it's the cigar... or the duster coat and hat... or the lighting... or the shotgun... or a combination of those...