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Where there is weeping, and gnashing of teeth
Where the fire is never quenched and where the worm dieth not
It is a place called Hell, and Hell is real

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=30JqSvRbQjA

The train speeds quickly accross the tracks to Ponyville, and your limbs feel weightless. Your body feels empty.

You open your suitcase, knowing that there's one thing still left to do.

"Hey man, you got the bits?" the stallion asked in the back alley of the city. He was tall, strong, and wore a hooded sweatshirt with a saddlebag.

"Yeah, how can I know I can trust you?" you say.

"Man, you're the one who wanted this on such short notice. We don't usually do rush jobs. Especially for some schmuck who isn't even in our circles."

"Whatever," you say, feeling for the knife in your pocket, just in case. It was nothing fancy. A steak knife you stole from a restaurant as you called numbers and made plans. "Let me see it."

Then, he pulls out a small bag and opens the flap before tossing it in front of you. There, at the top, sitting on top of another small box, is a six shot revolver.

"Fifteen are in the box."

"Just fifteen?" you ask. "That wasn't what we agreed."

"What in Tartarus do you want?" he growls. "I should just take off right now--"

"Fine, whatever." You reach into your other pocket and toss him a bag of bits.

You pick up the bag and throw it over your shoulder as the stallion looks over his newly acquired bits.

"Sixty fuckin bits?" he grumbles.

"It's over double what I would pay in a store for this shit," you retort, turning around. "Plus, it's the last of my money."

"Bullshit," the stallion says. "You've got enough for your precious train ticket. You've said as much. Fork it over."

You keep walking out of the alley and into the sunlight, calling the stallion's bluff.

Sitting on top of your clothes is the gun. It's currently unloaded and wrapped within a black t-shirt. The box was fine to pass as is. You open it and look inside. Sure enough. 15 bullets. At least he kept his word on that.

If you get out of this safely, you may not be able to go back to that city again, but you could care less who you've pissed off or what debt you may owe. This is more important.

You're going to save Nurse Redheart if it's the last thing you do. Even if someone doesn't come out alive. Even if she hates you for how you do it.

She doesn't deserve this. She's too kind. Too gentle... Too...

Her own words echo in your mind as you close the suitcase with a snap. You'll likely go to jail for this. No. Worse. Ponies just don't get murdered in Equestria. They just don't. Magic is stolen. Love is taken. Power executed. But even the most devious of villians in this world are not executed. Death simply isn't an option for ponies.

Guns are a method of hunting for food. Hunting accidents are a thing, but evil never truly crosses the mind of a pony. Not the evil that takes a pony's life.

After today, you will become the number one enemy to Equestria. Taking the life of one of the six Elements takes away not only life from this world, but a degree of protection. One of the six that are necessary to unleash the power of the Tree of Harmony will be snuffed out.

Good riddance. You'll welcome your hell with open arms.