"You have reached the wrong number."
by LtMajorDude
First published
A masked stranger becomes the attention of some high school students and the people he is attacking. A Hotline Miami crossover set in the Equestria Girls universe.
Life in Canterlot City has been uneventful, not counting those incidents with a demon girl, three sirens, and another demon girl. Sunset Shimmer continued to hang out with her friends, including the human universe's Twilight Sparkle, those five Crystal Prep students, and Twilight's pet dog.
However, Sunset and her friends recently hear about this masked killer, leaving a bloody mess in various buildings.
Who is this man?
Why is he attacking these people?
Does he enjoying hurting people?
Takes place after Hotline Miami 2 and Friendship Games.
Contains some spoilers from both Hotline Miami games.
Rooster-masked person in the cover art was from here.
ACT I - Debut
Sometime in November
"Twilight! Are you done anytime sooner!?"
"I-I'm trying my best!"
"Well, please do take your time, it's not like we're gonna get caught at the rate you're going!!"
"Sour Sweet, your overreacting will not speed up the process nor is it helping the current situation we are in, so please refrain from rushing Twilight."
"I still hope she finishes soon enough. This place kinda gives me the heebie-jeebies."
Six teenage girls were huddled up next to a computer as a purple girl with glasses was hacking into the computer. One of the girls, a yellowish girl with a rose-colored ponytail, seemed impatient as some of the other girls tried to calm her down.
"Rats! I-I couldn't find anything." The purple-haired teen admitted with a sad face. "I'm sorry girls."
"No need to apologize, Twi." The light turquoise-skinned girl said as she placed a hand on her shoulder. "You did your best."
"Yeah. Now c'mon!" The teenager with blue hair and light amberish grey skin exclaimed as she turned around. "Let's get outta here before..."
The teen trailed off on her words as the rest of the girls looked at the exit. Three figures slowly appeared at the exit. One was a man with a muscular tone wearing a brown warthog mask and equipped with nunchucks. The other one was not as muscular as the one with the warthog mask, but stood out to be taller and more slim. He wore an eagle mask and held a gold-colored katana. The last one was a woman with a fine physical shape, along with a dragon mask on her head and an Uzi on both her hands.
"Who are they?" The pink girl with green hair and headphones said as the three figures seem to be having a private conversation among themselves.
"Do you think they are part of those masked killings we have heard from these past days?" The gray-haired girl with twin ponytails whispered to her friends. They answered with a nervous shrug.
After the three figures finished their brief conversation, they slowly walked to the girls. The warthog-masked man started to twirl his nunchucks. The eagle-masked man unsheathed his katana. The dragon-masked woman pointed her twin machine guns at the teenagers.
The girls slowly backed away, scared faces were plastered on their faces.
The air was clammy and there was a distinct awful stench stinking up the room, but that was the least of the blonde man's problems. The man in prison clothes sat on his blue bed, doing absolutely nothing as it was his only choice right now. Silently, he looked around his surroundings, which wasn't eventful, considering he is stuck in a cell. To his right, he saw a toilet sitting there. Surprisingly, the distinct awful stench did not come from there, despite not being cleaned in two months. He turned to his left, viewing a desk with papers on top of them. The desk was not of any use for him, so he wondered why he has a desk in the first place. He looked straight forward, seeing the door in front of him.
He looked down and saw a green stress ball lying on the floor. He picked it up and started to squeeze it. Amazing how fun playing a ball around could be to the man. As he fiddled around with the ball, he looked up. His face showed no emotion whatsoever.
He began to think over the events that had happened. He remembered how he served in the military. He remembered how he befriended the friendly bearded soldier. He remembered the breakup with his ex-girlfriend. He remembered all those dead bodies with blood and guts soaking their stupid white suits. He remembered that hooker who stayed at his home. He remembered her dead body lying in his bathroom. He remembered that man with the rat mask and how he assaulted a local precinct just to get to him. He remembered killing the head of the Russian Mafia.
He remembered how he got caught. He tends to not think much about that.
The man just sat in his bed, remembering all that has happened to him while playing around with his green ball. Is this how it ends? He heard how there was a prison riot and some prisoners escaped. Can that happen to him?
The man knew that wouldn't happen. This is his new home. This is where he will rot. This is-
The man's thoughts were shattered as a bright orangish light suddenly enveloped the entire room.
The light suddenly disappeared.
The man blinked. He stood up and looked around, seeing nothing has changed. The toilet still stank, the stupid desk was still there, and the door remained intact. The man threw the ball back to the bed as he walked a bit forward, wondering what just happened.
"It's been a while. Hasn't it?"
The man turned around, his emotionless face not changing, unlike the cell itself. The desk and toilet seem to be in poor condition, papers were scattered throughout the cell floor, and the blue bed was completely soaked in blood. Sitting on the demolished desk was a young woman with a green dress. She wore a gray horse mask. Another man sat on the destroyed toilet, wearing an owl mask and a white suit. Someone else sat on the blood-soaked bed. He wore a letterman jacket, blue jeans, and a mask of a rooster. His rooster mask seemed alive as it was occasionally blinking.
"It must be a shame to end up in a place like this." The woman said, a hint of care was in her voice. "No one deserves to suffer the fate you had just experienced."
"You deserve to be in a place like this!" The owl-masked man growled, pure hostility was present in his tone. "It was not a pleasure seeing you for the last time!"
Suddenly, in the blink of the eye, everything disappeared, leaving only the man and the rooster-masked man in an infinite void of blackness.
"They're right, you know." The rooster-masked man said, his beak moving as he talked. "It is both a shame and punishment."
The blonde man said nothing.
"Leaving this world is not as scary as everyone thinks. Maybe they are afraid of losing their purpose to live or their beloved ones. But I'm sure you lost those anyway."
The blonde man blankly stared at the rooster-masked man.
"Of course, death is not permanent. What will happen to you is something even I do not understand. But if you're used to departing from this world, you should tolerate this world."
The rooster-masked man walked away.
"After all, you seem to enjoy hurting other people..."
The man blinked once more, the rooster-masked man was gone. All he saw was not the black void, but rather a small park in the middle of a city. The blonde man slowly got up, realizing that his clothes have been replaced with the same jacket and jeans as the rooster-masked man.
He looked around, observing his surroundings. Let's see what kind of a world this will be like...
November 12, 2015
The man laid on his raggy bed, smoking a cigarette while he stared at his ceiling, which looked like it was in poor condition. His room was in poor conditions, as there were cracks on the wall and the television was shattered. The glass from the television were still scattered on the floor, along with dried up spots of dog urine. The man didn't care. All he cared is that he had a room at the moment.
Of course, he wasn't by himself this time.
A teenager walked into his room. She seemed to have orangish hair that looked giant and puffy. The blonde man just moved his pupil to the girl, eyeing her. Adagio Dazzle is her name.
"Hey, um," Adagio said, wondering who to call the man. After all, the man never gave her his name in the first place. "Someone's calling you."
The man nodded and slowly got up from his bed, stretching a bit. He walked out of his room, passing by Adagio. Along the way, he passed by the kitchen. The kitchen was also a mess, dirty dishes everywhere and poor hygiene everywhere. Hell, it was a miracle that the cracked fridge actually has some food.
Sitting on the dining table were two girls eating cereal. One was blue-skinned with a blue ponytail and the other was violet-skinned with twin ponytails. The blue girl is Sonata Dusk and the violet girl is Aria Blaze.
The man heard rumors how Adagio, Sonata, and Aria once tried to take over the world after being banished by a bearded horse, but the man did not really care about that.
Sonata smiled at the man. "Hey! What's up, buddy?"
The man just nodded at her as he continued on.
Aria stopped eating her cereal a bit as she stared at the man. "Sometimes I wonder why we let him stay with us."
"He pays the rent. That's good enough for me." Adagio said, crossing her arms as she sat on the dining table. "Though I wonder the same thing. He never talks or anything. We don't even know his name."
"We can always call him Jacket since that jacket he's wearing looks pretty cool." Sonata suggested.
The girls just stared at the blue girl as she resumed eating her cereal.
The blonde man walked to the phone on top of the desk. He saw it lying on its side. He picked it up and placed it to his ear.
"Hello! It's Mitch from Canterlot Flowers Industries. I need you to make a personal delivery to that red and black house that's about 5 blocks west from that Sugarcube Corner place. Please be discreet!"
As soon as the phone hanged up, the man put it back on the desk and looked down to see his backpack. Picking it up, he walked to the exit.
As soon as he was outside, he double checked the contents of the backpack. He saw only a rubber mask of a rooster. Nodding, he zipped up the backpack and headed towards the location.
1st Scene - Hospitality
November 12, 2015
The blonde man wouldn't deny it. This place looked like a total shithole. The red and black house looked like it was abandoned for many years. However, the man wasn't here to give any constructive criticism to the house.
Placing his backpack near a flower pot, he zipped it open and took out the rubber rooster mask. He placed it on his head and then straightened himself as he walked towards the house.
He forcibly opened the front door, causing someone on the opposite side of the door to grunt as he fell to the floor. The man took a good look of the guy on the floor. He seemed to wear black clothes that looked like gang attire.
The gangster groaned as he placed a hand on his head, regaining some focus until he looked up and saw the rooster-masked man standing before him.
The masked man responded by lifting up his foot and smashing it on the gangster's head, causing it to explode in brains and pure crimson red. Looking to his right, the masked man saw a baseball bat on the ground.
Picking it up, he calmly looked at his surroundings. Total shithole. The walls had tapestry ripping out with cracks on the walls. He saw trash lying on the floor, most notably pizza boxes. Seems like they really like pizza. The man couldn't blame them.
Looking down, he noticed the rug on the floor, with red words saying: FUCK OFF. He looked up and saw another man dressed like his late associate currently dead on the floor. He dropped his beer can and took out a pocket knife.
The masked man charged at the thug and swung the bat, cracking the thug's skull as he fell to the ground, splattering some blood on the floor.
Looking to his right, he saw a door leading to another door. Picking up the knife, the masked man walked into the room, seeing two thugs standing next to a table filled with shotguns. They looked up and gasped at the sight of the masked man.
They both tried to pick up the shotguns. The masked man threw the knife at one of them, impaling his neck. The other thug screamed as he pointed the shotgun at the masked man.
Filled with fear, the thug fired but completely missing the masked man as he was able to jump for cover at a large crate of pistols. The gunshot was heard from the other occupants of the house, causing them to head for the source of the sound. The masked man charged at the thug, punching him and making him drop to the floor. He grabbed the shotgun and pointed it to the downed thug.
The masked man heard three thugs come into the room. One of them pointed his uzi at the masked man. The downed thug gasped as he felt the masked man pick him up and use him as a body shield.
The scared thug shouted not to shoot, only to result in the armed thug to shoot, riddling the body shield with bullets. The masked man threw away the dead thug he was holding and fired a shot at the thug, blowing him away from the room. He shot the other thug before he could fire his pistol. The last one just looked down at his lead pipe and shrugged as he charged at the masked man.
He felt the shotgun collide to his face as he fell to the ground, his lead pipe rolling to the side. The masked man dropped to the floor as he lifted up his fists. He ignored the thug's pleas as he bashed the thug's head into a bloody pulp.
Standing up, the man was pretty sure that was the last of them. On this floor, of course.
Remembering some stairs he saw on the way, the man left the room, this time carrying a shotgun with him. He headed for the stairs, quickly running up them.
He arrived at the second floor and was greeted with a man smoking a cigarette. He dropped his cigarette from his mouth as he scrambled to reach for his pistol. The masked man placed the muzzle of the shotgun on the thug's mouth. Pulling the trigger, the man blankly watched the thug's head blow up like a bloody water balloon.
As the headless body fell to the floor and stained the reddish carpet with blood, the masked man heard the nearby gangsters wondering what the noise was. Taking cover by a wall, the masked man waited for one of the gangsters to come. One of them holding a lead pipe ran to the dead body. Upon hearing the thug comment about the amount of blood there is, the masked man quickly leaped from his cover and fired a shell into the thug's chest.
As soon as the thug fell to the floor dead, the masked man noticed two more gangster in the hallway. Each of them was equipped with a silent pistol. Their shocked faces quickly turned to angered scowls as they fired at the masked man. The masked man quickly picked up the headless corpse and held it in front of him, causing all the bullets to hit the corpse instead.
As both thugs began to reload, the masked man threw the body at one of them and then pointed his shotgun at the other one, pulling the trigger. As one fell to the floor dead, the other one was forced to the ground by the dead body. Screaming, he hastily tried to push the body away only for the masked man to blow off his head.
The masked man looked around, seeing empty rooms. However, he found one room that wasn't so empty.
Pushing through the door, he saw a table filled with piles of cash. On the other side was a gangster leaning on his chair, wearing red headphones on his head as he closed his eyes and banged his head to the music he was listening too.
The masked man deduced that this guy was so preoccupied on his music that he didn't even noticed the slaughter from the other rooms. The masked man left to grab the lead pipe and went back inside the room. As he slowly approached the gangster, he grabbed a small wad of cash and put it in his jacket pocket. He needed to pay the rent after all.
As soon as the masked man was close, he calmly tapped the gangster's shoulder with the pipe.
"The fuck do you wan-" The gangster grumbled as he took off the headphones and looked up, only to feel a fist punch him in the face.
As he trembled down, he felt someone jump on top of him. He screamed for mercy as the masked man wasted no time bashing his brains out with the lead pipe. As soon as he finished turning the thug's brain into pulp, the masked man got up.
That should be all for today.
Throwing away the blood-soaked lead pipe, the man took off his blood-soaked mask momentarily to take a deep breath. Upon doing so, he put the mask back on as he proceeded to leave the house.
"I got nothing."
"Me neither."
"I got two of these guys. Is that good?"
Adagio and Aria leaned forward in disbelief as they saw the pair of kings Sonata has in her hands. Looking back at the five cards on the table, they grumbled as they threw their cards in the center.
"She wins again. Is she cheating?" Aria grumbled as she crossed her arms.
"She doesn't even know how to play. How can she even cheat in the first place?" Adagio teased as she chuckled along with Aria.
"Hey!" Sonata shouted back with an irritated look on her face. "I heard that!"
They heard the door open and close, causing them to look at the blonde man who just walked in the room. As usual, his face showed no emotion whatsoever. His clothes were devoid of any blood.
"Hey Jacket!"
The blonde man stopped to stare at Sonata, who just smiled sheepishly.
"Um," she muttered, "I figured that, uh, since you never gave us your name, I could call you that. As a nickname, I mean! You know...?"
The man continued to stare at the slightly sweating girl before retreating back to his room. As soon as he was out of sight, Adagio and Aria shot Sonata with bemused looks.
"Nice work, genius." Aria grumbled.
"Hey, you shut up." Sonata replied back while sticking her tongue at Aria.
The man could hear the trio of girls bickering at each other. Definitely sounded like they hated each other. Then why do they hang out a lot? The man just brushed off his thoughts. Jumping on his bed, he laid down with his hands behind the back of his head.
Jacket...the blonde man wondered if he should have that as a nickname...
Author's Notes:
Should I have Jacket be called Jacket throughout the rest of the story? Or do you prefer him being nameless?
2nd Scene - Bloody
November 15, 2015
The day was supposed to start off great. Canterlot High was to have another performance by the Rainbooms, one of their best music bands the high school has to offer. After that, the students would be given a free lunch with delicious food provided by the Apple family. It was the perfect day as it was during the weekend.
However, all of that was cancelled because of that...incident that happened yesterday.
Inside the school gymnasium was the entire school body in the bleachers. A ceremony was held in the gymnasium with Principal Celestia and Vice Principal Luna holding it.
"My fellow students." Celestia spoke through her microphone. "It has come to my attention about that incident that happened yesterday. Everyone who was injured or traumatized from yesterday has my deepest consolations."
She silently turned to Luna with a sad look on her face. Luna sadly looked down at her arm, stuck in an arm cast. Some students looked at her with signs of sympathy.
Other students looked at the spot where that certain blue haired teenager would sit. Everyone knew Flash Sentry was a pain in the ass but even he didn't deserve to be in a coma from what happened yesterday. Thankfully, the doctors expect a full recovery eventually.
"The police are still looking for the criminal responsible for the killings, so I ensure you all that everything will be fine."
"Will it?" The principal thought to herself before continuing the ceremony.
Throughout the assembly, one of the red and yellow haired students, Sunset Shimmer thought about Luna and Flash with a face of concern. She quietly bit her lips as Celestia continued to talk.
"Thanks for coming here for a milkshake, girls."
Sunset Shimmer was unable to enjoy her milkshake, even if they're from Sugarcube Corner. She is sitting with her friends, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, Applejack, Fluttershy, and the human universe's Twilight Sparkle and her pet dog, Spike. The Twilight Sparkle and Spike from the pony universe couldn't come. Sitting with them are five students from Crystal Prep: Sunny Flare, Indigo Zap, Sugarcoat, Lemon Zest, and Sour Sweet.
"So uh," Indigo Zap uncomfortably said as she sipped her soda. "I'm sorry about what happened yesterday."
"Yeah, I'm sorry too." Rainbow Dash added. She had to do some soccer practice so she wasn't present at that incident yesterday.
"You did nothing wrong, girls," Twilight responded, placing a hand on Indigo Zap's shoulder. "It's not your fault."
"She's right," Sugarcoat said. "It's the chicken-masked killer's fault for killing those people, injuring Vice Principal Luna, putting Flash Sentry in a coma, and scaring the guests."
"Not helping, Sugarcoat." Lemon Zest mumbled at Sugarcoat.
"Well, technically he didn't hurt Luna or Flash," Applejack admitted. "But he sure did a lot of killin' and scared everyone. Ah feel mighty bad for Vinyl Scratch."
"I am just glad that Fluttershy had to volunteer at the animal shelter." Rarity said, hugging the shy teenager. "If you had come yesterday, you would be having nightmares forever."
"I have nightmares just thinking about it." Fluttershy whimpered as she hugged Rarity.
"I'm sure the police will take care of this." Sunny Flare responded with a nervous smile.
"Oh, I sure hope so," Sour Sweet said with a sweet smile before it dissolved into a sour scowl. "But I still want to teach that chicken freak a lesson!"
"Poor Flash." Spike the dog muttered. Everyone was now used to him being a talking dog. "I hope he's okay."
Twilight nodded with a look of concern on her face. "Me too, Spike. Don't forget about Luna. I feel bad for her and Celestia."
"This is so bad that I can't finish my double chocolate peanut butter cupcake shake." Pinkie Pie grumbled as she pushed away her milkshake. Hopefully throwing a party for Luna, Flash, and the other students will also cheer her up.
"I'm surprised you haven't said a word yet, darling." Rarity said to Sunset Shimmer.
"I'm just," Sunset Shimmer slowly said with her head looking down, "upset about this. It's bad enough we had to deal with me as a monster, then those three sirens, and then Principal Cinch."
"You mean me as a monster." Twilight said, looking down.
"No, it wasn't your fault." Sunset Shimmer reassured. "You were just pressured to do so."
"You mean all of us then." Lemon Zap sadly stated, looking down along with the rest of the Shadowcolts.
"No, it's all Principal Cinch's fault. Let's just end it that way." Sunset said, shaking her head. "Look, what I'm saying is that I don't want another bad thing happening. These killings are even worse than what happened before."
All the girls sat there, silently in thought. Rainbow Dash quietly got up. "Well, I gotta go. Thanks again for the milkshake, girls."
As the girls, and dog, all bid her goodbye, Rainbow Dash left Sugarcube Corner and started to sprint towards home.
Along her way, she passed by the blonde man.
Jacket, as he now prefers to be called, continued his walking. With a quiet and unreadable expression on his face, Jacket slowly approached the slightly beaten down house in front of him. He was told by the shipping company to go to this location and deliver some packages for them.
Jacket put on his rooster mask.
Walking up to the door, Jacket kicked it with all his might. Entering the house, he looked to his right, seeing a thug drinking a cup of coffee. He dropped his cup upon seeing Jacket and tried to pull out his silenced pistol. Jacket ran up to him and snapped his neck. The thug fell to the floor, dead. Jacket grabbed the silenced pistol and quickly observed the environment.
This place was in good condition compared to that shithole he went to three days ago. The walls looked fine, the floors doesn't look torn, and there was no awful smell. Jacket noticed some garbage lying around, but he dismissed all of that.
Taking cover from a wall, he leaned right. Jacket saw a shelf in the room, filled with cocaine and weed. One of the thugs was checking inventory as he consumed some pills which appear to be hallucinogens.
Jacket left him his cover and slowly walked to the thug. The thug noticed Jacket and dropped his pills as he pointed to Jacket. As the thug stammered about the fried chicken mutant in front of him, Jacket pointed the gun at the thug's head, firing off a bullet.
With that taken care of, Jacket noticed a machete laying on the floor. The masked man used his free hand to grab the machete and continued to roam around in the house.
He stopped and hid behind a wall when he saw a patrolling thug. However, this one was overweight, his clothes barely even fitting him. As soon as he turned around, Jacket quickly shot a bullet on the fat man. The bullet hit the fat man's back, though the thug barely even felt the bullet. Eventually, the thug suffered from blood loss and soon fell down dead.
Jacket was reminded by how killing that fat ass was like killing those overweight thugs back in Miami. Maybe this world isn't as different than his...
Shaking his head, Jacket checked to see if there were any more gangsters. As soon as the coast was clear, Jacket went up the stairs to the next floor.
As he entered the second floor, he came across a hallway with a door on the left side and a door on the right side. Jacket decided to take his chances with the left door.
Opening it, he was met with two thugs smoking some marijuana. Before they could reach for their AK-47's, Jacket shot a bullet into each of their heads.
After killing the thugs, Jacket turned around, only to see a dog enter in the room. The dog detected Jacket and pounced at him. Jacket quickly chopped the dog in half with his machete.
Jacket threw the machete to the ground and proceeded to the right door. Opening it caused the thug behind it to get knocked down to the floor. Jacket fired a bullet at the down thug's head and looked up, seeing an overweight thug eating a cheeseburger meal. He dropped his burger and charged at the masked man. Jacket tried to fire at the thug only to discover he ran out of ammo.
The thug grabbed Jacket and dropped him to the floor. With an insane look on his eyes, the thug began to choke Jacket. He was interrupted when a struggling and coughing Jacket kicked him in the groin. The thug rolled to the floor in pain as Jacket quickly ran to one of the rooms to grab an AK-47.
As soon as the beefy thug was able to stand up, he dropped to the floor for the last time when Jacket riddled his body with several rifle rounds.
Jacket's job is done.
Throwing away the AK-47, Jacket staggered to stairs so that he can get the hell out of this house. He rubbed his throat with both his hands as he walked away.
His neck still hurts.
3rd Scene - Bad Dreams
November 17, 2015
"Dinner's ready!" Sonata shouted as she entered the kitchen with a bag of fast food tacos and a medium-sized pizza box.
As she placed the food on the table, she looked up and saw Adagio and Aria heading for the table.
"C'mon Jacket!" Adagio shouted as she took her seat. "Grub's here!"
Ever since Sonata called the blonde man Jacket, the man allowed the sirens to call him that from now on. His true name, however, still remains a mystery to them.
Jacket walked to the kitchen, looking emotionless as ever. He took a seat down and took a slice of pizza from the box. As he ate, the girls silently took the tacos from the bags and began eating.
"You...want a taco, Jacket?" Sonata asked, picking up an extra taco and handing it to Jacket.
Jacket shook his head politely as he reached for another slice of pizza.
"Um, not a fan of tacos?" Sonata asked.
"Sonata, stop being a nuisance to Jacket and just eat your stupid tacos!" Adagio ordered as she put down her food.
"I was just trying to offer him a taco!" Sonata shouted back.
"Shut up Sonata!" Aria yelled at the blue teenager.
"You shut up!" Sonata hissed at Aria.
Adagio slapped a hand on her forehead as the two girls bitterly argued at each other. "Can you two just shut the-"
The trio of girls were cut by Jacket, who slammed his fist on the table. Immediately, they all became silent with wide eyes as they stared at the angry Jacket. He crossed his arms and shook his head at the girls.
"S-sorry." Aria said to Jacket. The man simply replied by shaking his head at her and pointed at Sonata.
"Sorry Sonata." Aria apologized. "Sorry for snapping at you and telling you to shut up."
Jacket looked at Sonata and pointed at Aria.
"Sorry Aria, for telling you to shut up." Sonata said with an apologetic frown.
Jacket, at last, stared at Adagio.
"Sorry Sonata for calling you a nuisance." Adagio said as she looked at Sonata.
Satisfied, Jacket resumed eating his pizza as the Sirens looked at him and then each other before resuming their eating quietly. It still baffles them that this mute person became the voice of reason of the trio. Then again, seeing Jacket angry strikes fear in their hearts. Because of this, they fought less when they're around him.
As soon as dinner was over, Jacket retreated to his room with a roll of newspaper in his hand. Jumping on the bed, he opened it and read what happened so far. Not much, other than miscellaneous news, though there was this article talking about how this teenager attacked this arcade full of gangsters, which happened yesterday. She did all this without killing a single one.
As soon as Jacket was done reading, he threw it to the floor as he let out a quiet yawn. Laying comfortably on the bed, he soon fell asleep.
Those were the last words of the Russian mobster before Jacket punched him to the floor and brutally banged his head to the floor until his brains leaked out.
Jacket took the dead man's pistol and kept it for when he needed it. Walking forward, he came across a door that doesn't seem to be locked. Placing his ear on it, he could hear the faint sound of someone talking Russian. Stepping back, he kicked the door, causing the Russian behind it to stumble to the floor, his magnum clattering to the ground.
A nearby Russian spotted Jacket and lifted his lead pipe, ready to strike Jacket. Before he could do so, he was pushed to the ground by Jacket, who stole his lead pipe. The other Russian got back up with his magnum back in his hand. Jacket quickly spun the pipe at the Russian, splattered the nearby wall with his blood. The other Russian tried to crawl away, only to feel Jacket's foot on his back as the masked man bashed the Russian's brains out.
Jacket looked at the lead pipe, blood and bits of brain were stuck to it. He threw it away and picked up the magnum. As soon as Jacket equipped both the pistol and magnum, he walked into the next room, filled with four Russians playing poker in a round table.
They became shocked to see Jacket, who lifted up the guns and fired at the Russians. One was shot multiple times in the head, causing his chips and cards to scatter all over the floor. The other was shot in the chest, his blood staining the pile of cash that was sitting on the table. The Russian who was about to shoot at Jacket with his Uzi was shot in the heart, causing him to fire his Uzi at the wall as he fell to the floor dead. The last one spat out his rolled-up marijuana as Jacket wasted his last ammunition firing at the mobster's stomach.
Jacket heard some of the nearby Russians rushing into the room, wondering what's causing the ruckus. He lifted up the poker table and hid behind it.
Five Russians rushed into the room, all of them equipped with AK-47's and pissed off looks on their faces. Jacket grabbed a nearby Uzi and jumped up from his cover, firing rounds at the Russians. One of them was able to jump out of the way as the rest were gunned down with blood splashing on the floor. Pulling out a knife, the mobster charged at Jacket who was busy reloading.
Both the mobster and Jacket wrestled on the floor, the mobster attempting to slice Jacket's throat. Just as his blade was close to the neck, Jacket grabbed the mobster's wrist and twisted it as hard as he can, causing the Russian to scream in pain. This gave Jacket to steal the knife and swiftly stabbing the Russian in his eye. The lifeless Russian fell to the floor, blood oozed from his eye.
Jacket got up and picked up the Uzi and reloaded it. By the time he finished, he turned around and saw an overweight thug with black clothes and dark skin. Jacket wasted no time pointing the Uzi at the thug and held on to the trigger until the magazine came out empty.
As soon as the thug collapsed to the floor with multiple holes in his chest and a shocked look on his face, Jacket left the room and spotted an elevator. He ran to it and pressed the button that takes him to the second floor.
As soon as the door opened, he saw a Russian with a machete about to enter the elevator. He stopped as soon as he saw Jacket and swung his machete. Jacket dodged the swing and punched the mobster's stomach. The Russian dropped the machete as he grabbed his stomach in pain. The last thing he saw was Jacket swinging the machete.
As the mobster's decapitated head rolled away, Jacket overheard two mobsters speaking Russian as they walked in the hallway. They gasped as soon as they saw Jacket. One of them charged at him with his hammer. Jacket rushed at him and swung the machete, chopping the mobster in half. The other mobster panicked and lifted up his double-barrel shotgun. He was unable to fire it as Jacket wedged the machete in the middle of the head. Jacket calmly took the shotgun from the mobster's hands as he dropped backwards.
Jacket took a right and stopped when he saw another mobster. This time, the mobster grinned as he revved up his chainsaw. As he ran towards his target, Jacket fired the shotgun. Much to Jacket's surprised, the mobster quickly dropped to his knees, avoiding the shells. Jacket fired once more, yet the mobster dodged that. Upon realizing he ran out of ammo, he threw the shotgun at the mobster. The Russian chuckled as he swiftly caught the shotgun with hands before breaking it in half.
Jacket assumed this was some kind of dodger. He just hoped he couldn't dodge melee kills. Jacket ran away to grab the hammer that was on the floor with the chainsaw mobster on his tail. Jacket swiped the hammer and swung it at the dodger's face, causing the mobster's jaw to be broken with bits of his teeth launching to the floor. The dodger fell to the floor, holding his jaw as he cried. His crying stopped when Jacket crushed his skull with the blood-soaked hammer.
Picking up the chainsaw, Jacket pulled the cord to give it a rev as he calmly looked to his left, eyeing a door. Without hesitating, he barged into the room with the chainsaw still running. A yell was heard along with the sound of someone being sawed in half. Screams were heard, sounding more terrified than surprised. Gunshots started firing, though they were drowned out by the engine of the chainsaw. Horrified screams were heard that paired nicely with the sound of furniture being destroyed and the gurgling sounds of death. After a while, the revving stopped and the sound of a chainsaw falling to the floor was heard. Jacket soon left the room without the chainsaw, covered with ample amounts of blood and some body organs. He wiped the organs from his clothes as he walked to the elevator.
Jacket got most of the organs out of his clothes as soon as the elevator reached the third floor. This should be the last floor for him.
As the elevator opened, he quickly ran into the hallway. In another room, a bunch of Russian mobsters huddled up with guns in their hands. Among one of them was their leader: a man with a black ponytail and a golden hammer & sickle earring in his left ear.
"Alright guys." The man said as he lifted up his katana. "This guy wants to fuck with us, we'll fuck with him. Got it!?"
The Russians responded by cheering at their leader.
Meanwhile, at the hallway, Jacket jumped the first mobster he saw and then snapped his neck. He grabbed the mobster's assault rifle and headed for the two doors in front of him. Knocking it down with his foot, he pull the trigger, firing at all the Russians in the room.
As soon as the magazine went empty, Jacket dropped the gun, seeing how all the Russians were all dead in this room.
All but one.
The one with the golden hammer & sickle earring jumped from his cover, unsheathing his katana.
"It's just you and me now, friend." He whispered as he tightened his grip on his sword.
He dashed to Jacket and swung his sword with a vertical slash. Jacket quickly jumped to the side to evade the attack. The Russian quickly looked at Jacket as he sprinted to him. Jacket looked behind him and saw a spare katana attached to the wall. He quickly ran to it and removed the katana from the wall.
As the Russian lifted his sword, Jacket lunged at his target with his sword in positions. Both swung their swords, causing their weapons to be stuck in a sword clash.
"Not bad. Not bad for the one who killed my father." The Russian said calmly at Jacket. "Yeah, I know it was you. The masked maniac people are talking about. I'm not here to avenge my father's death. I just want to see how far your bloodlust will take you!"
Jacket responded by gaining the upper hand and knocking the Russian's sword away. He proceeded to swing his sword at the mobster's face. The Russian let out a yell of pain as he stumbled backward with his right hand on the left side of his face. He soon removed his hand from his face, seeing blood on his palm.
Jacket stared at the Russian and the fresh scar on his face.
The Russian stared at Jacket, panting heavily as he stared at the masked man.
"FREEZE!"
Both Jacket and the Russian quickly turned to the two doors, seeing a group of police officers standing there with pistols pointed at them. The one who looked the most aggressive was the one with blonde hair and a stubble on his face. Judging from the pissed off look in his face, Jacket guessed this cop was born with thick skin.
Jacket dropped his weapon and slowly raised his hands up in the air. He turned to the Russian who was doing the same thing Jacket was doing.
"At least I got to spar with you."
Jacket woke up with a gasp, panting heavily as sweat covered his head. He stood up from his bed, a scared look on his face. He let out a couple of coughs before he laid back into bed.
Eventually, he got off of his bed. He didn't feel like sleeping now. He quietly left the bed and his room. He grabbed his pack of cigarettes and a gas lighter on the way. He entered the living room where he saw the three girls sleeping on the couch, huddled up to each other.
Jacket never understood how they end up a total shithole like this. He saw some of them start to shiver from the cold. He went back to his room and took the blanket. Returning to the living room, he placed the blanket over the girls, tucking them in. They suddenly felt a bit warmer as Sonata even smiled in her sleep.
Satisfied, Jacket went to the screen door that lead to the balcony. Opening it and standing outside, he took out his cigarettes and lighter from his pockets. He grabbed one smoke and placed it on his mouth, igniting it with the lighter.
He stood there smoking while watching over the city.
4th Scene - Witnesses
November 14, 2015
Saturday has finally arrived, and some of the Canterlot High students are doing what they planned for the weekend. While there is that special event on the 15th, most students are excited for today, especially Vinyl Scratch, one of the popular students at Canterlot High and one of those people responsible for stopping those sirens a while ago.
The students have been invited to her birthday party, which was at The Alicorn Nightclub, the city's most popular nightclub for teenagers and young adults. There were rumors saying that today isn't actually her birthday and that the reservations were only available today.
Since Vinyl Scratch's older brother owns a majority of the club, he allowed the birthday party to be held there. The co-owner allowed it, though he was a bit hesitant about this whole birthday party thing.
Loud music started to play as the students and other guests danced at the dance floor. Sunset Shimmer sipped her Shirley Temple as she watched Applejack doing a drinking contest with another student, downing lots of virgin margaritas. Vice Principal Luna was also present, acting as the chaperone of the party and the champ of the dance floor. After all, she did love nightclubs. She and Trixie were doing a personal dance battle as Flash Sentry was dancing with his friends.
"Man, this party stinks," One of the intoxicated female guests grumbled as she was on the verge of passing out. "I fucking hate these people..."
Rarity walked inside the nightclub, a present was in her hands. She smiled when she saw Vinyl Scratch, hanging out with her girlfriend Octavia. She ran to her and hugged her. "Happy birthday, darling!" Rarity squealed.
Vinyl Scratch smiled and hugged Rarity back. The fashionista offered the present to the birthday girl, who thanked her and put the gift on the gift table.
"By the way, where's your brother?" Rarity asked. "I want to tell him the suit he requested will be ready for pickup in a week."
"He's subbing for DJ." Octavia answered as she pointed to the Vinyl Scratch's brother, using the scratch table.
Vinyl's brother waved as he bopped his head to the music. Rarity waved back and ran to the DJ. Octavia turned to her girlfriend and wrapped her arms around Vinyl's neck before giving Vinyl another birthday tongue kiss.
Sunset couldn't help but smile as she sipped her drink. It's Vinyl Scratch's birthday and everyone here is having a good time.
What could ruin it?
"Congrats on your sister's birthday." One of the gangsters said to the co-owner.
"She ain't my sister. She's the sister of the OTHER owner, who's at the party." The co-owner bluntly replied. "And I don't know if it's her birthday or not. I don't give a fuck."
At the third floor was a room full of mobsters, four to be precise, crowding against the overweight white-skinned co-owner as he drank his bottle of whiskey.
"And the fuck are you all doing here in the first place?" The co-owner spat at the gangsters. "I already paid the money to your boss!"
"Boss needs more money." One of the gangsters answered. "A week ago, some jackass broke into one of our business houses and destroyed the cash there."
"Ach, you bastards are killing me..." The co-owner grumbled as he walked to his safe. "Fuck your boss and his brother."
"His brother doesn't work for the boss. That guy has his own gang." Another gangster mumbled. "And quite honestly, I would rather be in that gang."
"Yeah. The boss is a real pain in the ass. The boss's brother even becomes close friends with his own men."
"Fuck, the other owner changed the combination." The co-owner grumbled.
One of the gangster sighed and grabbed his cell phone. After punching some numbers, he called the gangster outside the club, standing at the entrance of the nightclub.
"Yeah?" The gangster outside answered. "This may take a while? Fine. Jeez."
As he put away his phone, he saw Jacket calmly walking to the nightclub. He carried his backpack with the mask inside it.
"Hold it sir." The gangster said as he blocked the entrance. "You need a reservation to get into the birthday party."
Jacket responded by punching the gangster in the face, knocking him out. He then went inside the nightclub, seeing what seems to be a birthday party.
Jacket was told by the morgue industry to tell the co-owner of The Alicorn Nightclub that his tombstone is ready. Jacket knew what to do with that co-owner. He didn't seem to be in the party floor, so he guessed that the co-owner was upstairs. The morgue industry told him to be discrete as possible, so Jacket made sure not to alarm the party guests.
As he headed for the elevator, he took out his rooster mask and threw away the backpack. The elevator opened and Jacket walked inside. After pressing the button that takes him to the second floor, he put on his mask. He cracked his knuckles as he waited.
The elevator eventually opened.
Jacket quietly walked in the hallway, looking for any guards. As soon as the coast was clear, he opened one of the doors, knocking down a gangster in the process. Jacket stomped his foot on the gangster's neck and twisted it. He stole the gangster's silenced pistol and looked up, surprised to see a gangster with his back turned around, banging his head to the music playing in his large blue headphones.
Jacket rolled his eyes. What's with these assholes so occupied with their giant headphones? He wondered if he should tap his shoulder, punch him in the ground, and then bash his brains out. Like that dead dumbass two days ago who was listening to his own music.
Jacket had a better idea. Walking up to the thug, he snatched the headphones from his head.
"Hey man! What gives?!" The gangster growled as he turned around, only to see Jacket snap the headphones in half and thrusted one of the headphone pieces at the gangster's neck. The thug fell to the floor coughing as he frantically grabbed his severe bleeding throat. Even the Russian mobsters back in Miami weren't as dumb as these guys, Jacket thought as he walked away from the room.
He stopped when he saw another gangster walk in the room. His eyes widen as he ran away. Jacket lifted up his gun and shot a bullet at the thug's back, instantly killing him. Jacket quickly ran up to the gangster's body and took his silenced pistol. Jacket lifted up his dual pistols and walked to one of the rooms.
He burst through the door and began firing. He gunned down four surprised gangsters and splashed the floorboard with their own crimson blood. Just as Jacket was about to walk away, he stopped when he heard from one of the dead thug's phones someone talking.
"Hello? You there? I heard some guys fall to the ground, what the fuck just happened?"
Jacket fired a bullet at the phone and walked away. There goes the opportunity of being discrete...
He opened one of the doors and spotted a bunch of guys sitting on couches. One of them began to spoke. "Yeah, just put the cupcakes on the tabl-the fuck are you!?"
The other gangsters turned to the doorway only to have their faces shot by Jacket. As soon as the gangsters were all dead, Jacket closed the door and proceeded to the final door only to hear someone drop a bag in the hallway. Jacket rushed to the hallway and saw a shocked fat thug as he stared at the gangster's dead body still laying on the floor. Next to the overweight thug was a bag of cupcakes on the floor, with the label "Sugarcube Corner" imprinted on the bag. Of course, Jacket didn't focus on the bag; he focused on the fatass as he wasted his last ammunition.
As soon as the beefy man died, Jacket grabbed the bag and walked to the last room he was in. He threw the bag at one of the blood-soaked corpses. Enjoy your fucking cupcakes, Jacket thought to himself.
Jacket finally opened the last door. The four thugs inside were shocked to see Jacket and pulled out their silenced Uzis. Jacket grabbed one of them and used him as a shield as his body was plastered with bullets from his comrades. Jacket grabbed the body shield's Uzi and gunned down the remaining thugs.
Jacket threw the dead body shield and looked at the other guy in the room, the co-owner. The overweight man looked like he was about to pee himself as he backed away from Jacket.
"No wait!" The co-owner spat out in fear. "I'll give you a million, no BILLIONS of fucking cash! Just don't kill me!"
Jacket grabbed the co-owner's collar and lifted him from the ground. Let's see...Jacket could kill him by gouging out his eyeballs, decapitate him with a golf club, torch him into blazes, or just repeatedly punch his face until he has no face. Jacket knew what to do.
Jacket pushed the fat man to the ground. Jacket took out the other half of the headphone he carried with him and repeatedly stabbed him in the face until there wasn't a shred of blue on those headphones, just red.
Jacket's job was done. He got up and headed for the elevator. All he had to do now was to hope the guy on the phone didn't called for backup or something...
"Awesome party, huh?!" Flash shouted to one of his friends, who excitedly nodded back.
Sunset finished her drink as she turned to Rarity. "Shame that the other girls couldn't come."
"Well darling," Rarity answered as she drank the last of her Roy Rogers, "Twilight has to help her Crystal Prep friends, Rainbow Dash has her soccer practice, Pinkie has to help the Sugarcube Corner, and Fluttershy volunteered at the animal shelter. But yes, it truly is a shame. At least Vinyl is having fun."
"You said it," Sunset replied with a grin. "Truly the best day for her-"
BANG!
All the guests of the party became shocked when gunfire was heard. From the entrance entered eight gangsters armed with machine guns and desert eagles. They reached the dance floor and began firing at the ceiling as a warning sound. All the guests raised their hands up in the air.
"Nobody fucking move!" One of the gangsters shouted. "Someone killed one of our own. Where is he or she or whoever it is?!"
"W-what are you talking about?" Luna stammered as she raised an eyebrow. One of the thugs responded by pulling out a pistol and shot her arm.
Luna screamed in pain as she knelt down and grabbed her wounded arm. The other gangster looked pissed off at the other. "The fuck did you do that for?"
"Damnit, where is that asshole!?" The other hissed as he walked around the nightclub
As soon as the gangsters were not looking, Vinyl's brother silently dialed 911. He quickly crouched for cover as he whispered to the cops. One of the gangsters noticed this and was about to run to him.
That is until they heard someone knocking at the wall near the entrance.
The gangsters turned to the entrance and saw Jacket there, leaning against the wall with crossed arms. "This some kind of fucking joke?" One of the gangsters quipped as he walked up to masked man with his rifle raised up. "Get on the fucking ground!"
Jacket pushed the rifle upward and pointed it at the gangster's head, pulling the trigger. The guests screamed in terror as the gangster fell to the floor with a bullet in his head.
"Kill the chicken freak!" The other gangster shouted as the others fired their weapons. Jacket ran for cover, avoiding the bullets.
He quickly rolled away and fired his rifle, shooting down two gangsters. Vinyl was hugging Octavia in fear as Rarity screamed.
The five surviving gangsters all split up. One of them grabbed Applejack and used her as a body shield. "Give up or this cowgirl gets it!"
Jacket grabbed a nearby pistol and shot a bull eyes at the gangster's head, causing him to let go of Applejack. She quickly ran for cover, panting heavily with sweat on her head.
Three of the gangsters tried to gun down Jacket. However, Jacket quickly dashed as the gangsters fired. As he ran, Jacket pointed his pistol and wasted all the ammo, splashing the floor with the three gangster's blood.
Flash Sentry tried to crawl away as the last surviving gangster pointed his pistol at Jacket. The masked man quickly equipped his rifle and fired a round at the gangster's chest. The gangster grabbed his chest as he fell to the floor, dead. As his pistol hit the floor, it fired off a bullet, shooting Flash in the chest. Flash's eyes widen as he rolled to his back, grabbing his chest in excruciating pain and fear. Sunset quickly crawled to him, seeing the blood leaking from his chest. He whimpered to Sunset to help him and that he doesn't want to die.
Jacket panted as he looked around, seeing the party guests all shaking from fear. He wasted no time running to the entrance and out of the nightclub. Running to an alley, he quickly removed his mask and vomited behind a garbage bin.
Jacket knew one thing. This was no longer a discrete operation.
ACT II - Fatalities
November 16, 2015
"How is he, Redheart?" Sunset Shimmer asked as she fidgeted uncomfortably.
School was over early, so Sunset decided to pay Flash Sentry a visit at the hospital. The teenager laid on a hospital bed, his eyes closed as he rested. He breathed through an oxygen tube inside his mouth and had IV tubes on his hand. The hospital room was filled with just the sounds of the heart monitor and Flash's faint breathing.
The white-skinned pink-haired nurse, Redheart, sighed as she looked at Flash.
"Well, he got out of surgery two days ago. He's stable and should have a good chance of waking up eventually." Nurse Redheart answered as she frowned. "It's still a pain to see Flash like this. Who would do such a thing?"
"He was involved in that attack at The Alicorn Nightclub." Sunset answered. "He and Luna are the only people at the party who were injured. The only ones who died are these gangsters and the co-owner of the nightclub."
"Dear God..." Nurse Redheart muttered.
Sunset sighed as she looked at Flash Sentry once more. She no longer harbored romantic feelings for the teen, since she only dated him for popularity, but she was still disturbed seeing him like this.
"Damnit. Why did it have to be like this?" She whispered as she gritted her teeth. Ever since she changed her evil ways, she dedicated her life to making sure there was no more suffering at her school. And now a student as been critically injured in the middle of this masked maniac issue.
After a while, she decided it was time to go. "Thanks Redheart." She said as she began to leave the room.
"You're welcome, Sunset." The nurse replied as the girl left the room in thought.
As she walked away from the hospital, she took out her phone and looked up any news about the masked killer. There were news articles talking about the massacre that the chicken-masked killer caused. Along her way, she passed by Vice Principal Luna, walking around town with her arm still in her cast.
"Vice Principal Luna!" Sunset called out as she ran to the dark blue woman.
"Oh, hello Sunset. How are you?" Luna replied with a smile.
"Well, I just visited Flash." Sunset answered as she looked down.
Luna frowned. "Is he going to make it?"
"Yeah. The nurse says he'll live." Sunset said as she nodded.
"Thank goodness..." Luna sighed. "I can't bare the fact of losing a student."
"Damnit, why did this have to happen?" Sunset asked as she felt rage growing inside her.
"I wish I knew the answer."
"By the way, how's the arm?" Sunset asked, her rage fading a bit.
"It will get better eventually. Don't you worry, Sunset." Luna said, putting on a reassuring smile. "Well, I gotta go. See you in school tomorrow."
"Yeah, see ya!" Sunset responded with a smile, waving as Luna walked away.
As soon as Luna was out of sight, Sunset sighed as her smile disappeared. She took out her phone and continued to look at the news while leaning against a wall.
To her surprise, there was a news article talking about the victims. As she looked further, she learned about how victims they were all part of this gang. They were led by someone named Tirek.
Sunset shuddered at his name. Tirek was once a student at Canterlot High before Sunset came to the human universe. He was known for his misconduct and misbehavior. He was not only vicious to the students, but to the faculty and even the principals. He was responsible for putting a couple of students and even a teacher in a hospital for plastic surgery. It didn't take long for him to be expelled and even put in juvenile prison. Rumor has it that he managed to bail out. It might be true as he has his own gang now. His gang has caused enough mayhem for this town.
She read more and learned how the police suspects that the attacks against Tirek's gang are connected to Scorpan's gang.
Scorpan was Tirek's younger brother. However, he was not as cold-hearted as his brother. While he did not attend Canterlot High, many students knew about him and even respected him. Almost the whole town knows how Scorpan and Tirek hated each other with passion. Scorpan's gang was not as brutal as Tirek's gang. They never critically injured anyone or caused any misdeeds compared to Tirek's gang. In fact, word is that Scorpan will personally put any of his gang members in a coma if they critically harm a civilian.
Sunset put a hand on her chin. "Scorpan's hatred for Tirek is legendary in town, but did he really have that chicken-masked killer attack those gangsters?"
As she walked, she passed by a group of people. What caught her interest was their attire: brownish gang clothes. According to the news article, what they are wearing is similar to Scorpan's gang's attire.
Quietly, she followed the group without them knowing. Eventually, she followed them to a local arcade. There was a sign in front saying that it's closed. They eventually reached the entrance of the arcade and waited. Sunset hid behind a large garbage container, eavesdropping on the guys.
"When's the boss gonna get here?"
"Won't take long."
"Yo, there he is!"
Sunset saw a car drove up next to the arcade. As it stopped, one of the doors opened and a young man stepped out. He had light brownish skin and dark brown hair. He wore a red-brown jacket and wore a golden triangle medallion on his neck. He thanked the driver and walked up to the arcade as the car drove away.
"Nice to see you, boss." One of the gangsters greeted.
"Please," The young man responded, "You know I hate that formal stuff. Just call me Scorpan."
"Right. We convinced arcade owners to reserve the place for you."
"How are they?" Scorpan asked as his tone grew darker.
"They're fine and unharmed."
"Good." Scorpan responded with a smile. "Remember what I said about putting civilians in a coma?"
"Y-you'll give us a one-way ticket to the hospital?"
"Correct." Scorpan said as he put a hand on the gangster's shoulder. "Now c'mon. I need someone to help me with that zombie shooting game."
"Y-yes sir, I mean, Scorpan!"
Before they went inside the arcade, he whispered to a nearby gangster. "Keep guard of the place. If someone tries to get inside, don't kill them. Just...keep them holed up somewhere so that I can deal with them myself."
The gangster nodded as the other gangsters headed inside. He then stood guard of the arcade entrance with crossed arms.
Sunset hid behind her cover. "Yup, he's definitely not like Tirek." Sunset mumbled to herself.
She let out a deep breath. Should she really get involved in this? She shook her head. She just can't sit by and do nothing. She just can't let someone from the school get almost killed! She needs answers or anything to help stop this problem.
With a determined look, Sunset Shimmer marched to the arcade.
5th Scene - Injuries
November 16, 2015
The thug quietly hummed to himself as he stood guard. It was a boring job, but it sure beats working for Tirek. His humming stopped when he spotted a girl with hair that kinda looked like bacon, which amused him a bit.
"Hold it right there, darling." The thug said as he raised his hand. "No one's allowed here. Walk along now."
"Please, I need to see Scorpan." Sunset said as she stared at the thug.
"The boss doesn't want to see you. Please go away." The thug firmly said as he picked up a nearby lead pipe. "Don't make me hurt you, ma'am."
Sunset let out a growl at the man and turned around to walk away. Before she could take a step, however, she gritted her teeth and clenched her eyelids. She wasn't going to give up, no matter what! She did something she felt she would regret later on.
She threw a punch at the gangster's face. Her fist collided with his nose, causing the man to fall to the floor, grabbing his face as he rolled around in pain.
"Damnit! My fucking nose! You fucking bacon-haired bitch!"
Sunset gasped at what she had done. She tried to say that she was sorry, but the thug was too preoccupied with his broken face. Realizing she can't turn back now, she took a deep breath, straightened herself out, and grabbed the nearby lead pipe.
She looked around, viewing many arcade cabinets. She overheard Scorpan saying something about a zombie shooting game, so she just needs to find that to find Scorpan. She heard a thug shout at her, telling her that she isn't allowed here.
She turned and saw two thugs charge at her. Gripping on her weapon, she swung it at one of gangster's stomach, causing him to tumble over with a stomach injury. She banged the other gangster on the head, causing him to fall to the floor unconscious.
Sunset panted as she checked the unconscious thug. To her horror, she saw a pistol laying next to him. She grabbed it, feeling sweat thickening on her head by the touch of the weapon. Quickly, she discharged the magazine out of the gun and threw it away.
She heard a thug shout at her, causing her to turn around only to see he was close with a baseball in his hands. She quickly dropped to the floor as the thug missed his attack. Spotting a nearby pistol, he grabbed it and shouted at her to give up. He pulled the trigger to let off a warning shot. However, he was surprised with a clink sound, causing him to realize the gun has no ammo whatsoever. Sunset took this opportunity to push him to the floor. As soon as he was down, Sunset punched the sides of his head, knocking him out cold.
Standing up, Sunset saw that there were no gangsters here. However, she didn't find Scorpan. As she continued to look around, she saw a door that led to a stairway. Not hesitating, she grabbed the baseball bat and quickly sprinted to the next floor.
Opening the door, she spotted two thugs playing air hockey. They stopped when they spotted Sunset Shimmer holding a bat.
"Hey missy!" One of them growled as he pulled out a knife. "Get outta here before you get yourself killed!"
Sunset ignored him and charged at the other gangster, injuring him with the bat. The one holding the knife was surprised but glared at the girl as he sprinted towards her. She quickly pushed him to the hockey table and kicked him in his personal jewels.
"Shit! Not there!" He whimpered as he crawled up into a ball.
"What the fuck?!"
Sunset turned to the five gangsters who walked into the scene, all of them looking pissed. They cracked their knuckles as they slowly circled around Sunset. The girl simply let out a sigh and spoke to the gangsters with three words:
"Bring it on."
One of the gangsters threw a right hook at Sunset, who quickly dodged the attack. Another thug threw two more punches only to be evaded by Sunset. A gangster shot a kick at Sunset's right leg, causing her to yelp as she fell down. Her baseball bat rolled to the side. Seeing the gangsters surrounding her, she quickly kicked one of their shins. One of the grabbed his shin in pain, giving Sunset the chance to pass by him and grab her bat. One thug threw a punch, only for Sunset to block it with the metal baseball bat.
"Fuck! That smarts!" The gangster yelled, rubbing his bruised fist, before Sunset struck his head with the bat.
She was caught surprised when another gangster threw a garbage can to her face, knocking her down once more. She whimpered at the pain as she opened one eye. She saw a gangster about to punch her head to knock her out. Grabbing the bat, she pushed the end of it against the gangster's stomach. He grunted as he rolled to the side, grabbing his stomach as his legs started to twitch.
"Three against one ain't bad!" One of the thugs cheered, until Sunset threw the garbage can at his face, rendering him into unconsciousness.
The two thugs stared at the panting Sunset, an aggressive expression covered her face more than the bruises. One shrugged as he charged at Sunset. The other grimaced as Sunset fought the thug. He closed his eyes, but didn't bother to close his ears. Because of that, he heard the sounds of punches, grunting, crying, yells of aggression, and groaning by the time that was done.
By the time he opened his eyes, he was met with a cold baseball bat on the side of his head and a furious Sunset Shimmer, panting heavily with slightly torn clothes.
"T-they were right about you being a demon girl that one time..." The thug whimpered.
"TAKE ME TO SCORPAN." Sunset growled. The rage inside her slowly faded and she felt the hostility suddenly gone. She put on a weak, nervous smile. "Please?"
The thug felt himself wet his pants.
"C'mon! Shoot the zombies!"
"I'm outta ammo!"
"There's an ammo bag there!"
"You need it more than me!"
"I can take care of myself! You take it! That's an order!"
Both Scorpan and the gangster were lost in the zombie shooting game. Scorpan felt himself pumped up as they face against the final boss.
"Gotta get a grip!" Scorpan shouted at the gangster. Eventually, they won the game, causing both men to cheer and high five each other.
"Short game, but hell of a lot of fun!" The gangster cheered.
Scorpan was about to say something until the door opened, revealing Sunset Shimmer with her baseball bat on her hands. Scorpan turned around and his triumphant grin turned into a confused frown. The gangster was about to charge at the girl until Scorpan held him behind. The teenager eyed Sunset for a bit before he spoke to the girl.
"And you are?"
Sunset looked a bit nervous but cleared her throat as she straightened herself up. "A-are you Scorpan?"
"Speaking."
"Oh thank Celestia." Sunset sputtered out before she cleared her voice a bit. "I'm Sunset Shimmer."
"Wait, I've heard about you." Scorpan calmly answered. "Canterlot High's meanest bully turned to savior of the school. From turning into a demon to stopping three sirens and another demon girl. Heh, what an honor to meet you. My bad for calling you a demon. How did you get past my men?"
Just when Sunset was going to answer, Scorpan silenced her by raising his hand. He eyed up and down at Sunset, taking note of her baseball bat and slightly torn clothes.
"You got skills, Ms. Shimmer." He complimented with a smile. It quickly faded away. "But I can tell you're here more than just to say hello."
"You're right." Sunset responded. "I'm here about those attacks."
"Ah yes, the one involving the rooster-masked assassin and Tirek." His voice had a dose of anger as he said his brother's name. "I'll only answer three questions. Regardless of your reputation as a hero, I don't really like to talk a lot about this kind of thing from anyone not in my gang."
"Alright," Sunset responded. "First question: the police mentioned how you're a possible suspect in the killings. Is that true?"
"Of course not." Scorpan answered with a growl. "Tirek is a total sociopath, but I didn't order those killings. It was just a coincidence."
"Second question," Sunset asked. "Who do you suspect killed these gangsters?"
"Someone with guts did this." Scorpan responded. "Everyone in town knows if you play around with Tirek, he screws with you. Trust me, he did worse than being a monster at your school. Even the police wouldn't dare mess around with Tirek."
"Um, last question." Sunset asked, a bit uncomfortable. "If you can't answer this, that's alright, but what do you think Tirek will do in response to this?"
"He's going to fucking kill whoever did this. That's what he'll do." Scorpan crossed his arms and looked away, clearing his throat after he said that certain vulgar word. "We hate each other and we both know it. It's only a matter of time before he thinks I'm responsible for this and start to target me."
Scorpan sighed. "Okay, I answered three questions. Please leave."
"Thank you Scorpan." Sunset replied with a smile.
Just as she was about to leave, Scorpan spoke, "One more thing, Ms. Shimmer. Don't get involved in this. You'll just get yourself killed."
Sunset heard this and thought about it as she walked away. The gangster spoke up as soon as Sunset was out of sight.
"You really think she'll stay outta this?" The gangster asked.
"I admire her spirit and her determination of doing what is right." Scorpan replied to the gangster. "I wouldn't want her to get killed in this. But I can tell she's not going to give up. She just wants to protect the school she almost destroyed in the past. We'll meet again soon. With our luck, it will be the last time we meet."
Sunset said as she was sitting on the bleachers of Canterlot High with Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, Applejack, and Fluttershy. Twilight and Spike were busy to hang out today.
"I, uh, visited Flash and passed by Luna." Sunset stated as she sipped her orange soda. "Luna's alright and Flash is probably going to make it."
"I'm going to throw Luna the best 'Get-Well-Soon' party and throw Flash one when he wakes up." Pinkie Pie declared with a weak smile.
"I've heard that Tirek and Scorpan are involved in these killings." Sunset pointed out.
"Ugh, I wish Tirek rots in prison or something." Rainbow Dash grumbled with an angry look.
"Scorpan's not really a bad kid, to be honest." Applejack admitted. "He's just misguided, that's all."
"I just wish this whole thing is over." Fluttershy said as she looked away.
"Yeah, me too, Fluttershy." Sunset added. "Me too-"
Sunset's eyes widen when she saw a couple of black-dressed gangsters with baseball bats covered in barbed wires. They pointed at Sunset and rushed towards her. She growled, threw away her jacket, and rushed to the gangsters. She jumped on top of one of them and ripped his head from his neck. Grabbing a nearby baseball bat, she swung it at one of the gangster's stomach. She smirked as she saw blood gush out of the dying gangster's stomach. One of them tried to pull out a gun, only for Sunset to snatch it and fire off a bullet at his head, exploding his head into chunks. She threw away the pistol and grabbed the bat. The surviving one dropped his weapon and raised his arms up in the air, begging for mercy. Sunset Shimmer ignored him and swung the weapon at his head.
"Darling, are you alright?" Rarity asked.
Sunset gasped as she blinked, looking around. She was right back on the bleachers with her friends. The gangsters were not there and there was no blood on the grass. It was merely a dream.
"Oh, um, yeah, I'm fine."
She looked away with a scared expression on her face.
"Scorpan's right." Sunset thought. "I shouldn't get involved in this...who knows what can happen?"
6th Scene - Bad Mornings
November 18, 2015
Aria Blaze grumbled as she opened her eyes, finally waking up. She blinked in surprise when she saw Jacket's blanket on top of her and the girls. She shook Adagio's shoulder as gently as she can.
"Hey, Adagio." Aria gently whispered. "Wake up."
Adagio woke up, but she was surprised that Aria didn't just rudely wake her up as usual. Of course, Aria was surprised the same way when she heard the yellow siren say, "Thanks Aria."
Aria gently shook Sonata's shoulders, deep in thought. For someone as scary and silent, Jacket sure brought these girls together. She still remembers how Jacket made them apologize to each other the night before.
"The funny thing is that I'm actually sorry about that and apologized for realsies." Aria thought to herself. "Oh great, now I'm thinking like Sonata."
Jacket sure has some experience making people rekindle with each other. Maybe her theory that he had no friends may have been false.
"Hmm?" Sonata said as she woke up. "Oh, good morning, Aria. You slept well?"
"Yeah, thanks for asking." Aria kindly responded. "You?"
"Yeah. I slept alright. And you, Adagio?"
"Same here, thanks for asking."
"Nice to hear. I'm going to go make us some pancakes. You want anything else?"
"Can I help you?"
"Yeah, me too?"
"Sure!"
The trio of girls jumped out of bed with a big smile on their faces. Their smiles vanished as they froze. Eventually, Aria shook her head.
"Okay, can I just say what the heck is going on here?" Aria stated.
Adagio and Sonata looked at her.
"I mean, we're being nice to each other, Sonata's the one making breakfast, even though she's too lazy to do so in the first place, and we want to help her." Aria pointed out.
The trio of girls just looked at each other with confusion on their faces.
"Jacket?"
"Jacket."
Sonata sighed as she placed her right hand on her right cheek.
"Man, he's been here for just thirteen days and already he made us fight less and actually tolerate each other." Sonata explained.
"I know!" Aria exclaimed. "I still feel bad for dinner yesterday!"
"You know the sad thing?" Adagio admitted. "He's being nice to us and he's brought us together, but he doesn't know who we really are: those three sirens that brainwashed all of Canterlot High!"
The girls just looked down. Sonata eventually cleared her throat. "When are we going to tell him about us? I mean, he's going to find out eventually."
Adagio and Aria looked at each other with worried looks on their faces. "Well, let me think about it first." Adagio answered. "I'll wake up Jacket."
As Adagio walked to Jacket's room, Aria noticed how the screen door to the balcony was slightly open. As she went to close it, she stopped a moment to see the cigarette butts outside, laying on the balcony floor.
"Jacket?" Adagio said as she opened to door to his room. She saw him laying on top of his bed, snoring slightly without a blanket. His snoring stopped as he opened his eyes and glanced at Adagio. "Good morning. Sonata's making pancakes. C'mon."
He nodded and got off his bed. He let out a yawn while stretching before he headed for the dining table. He took a seat as the sirens headed for the kitchen. Because Jacket was always paying for his rent in advance, the sirens have enough money for actual food. After all, those dead gangsters are not going to need their money anymore.
As Jacket waited for about half an hour, Sonata came into the dining room with a very tall stack of pancakes. Adagio came in with a fresh pot of coffee and Aria brought along some plates and syrup.
"Thanks Jacket, for the rent money. We can finally afford actual food." Sonata thanked with a relieved smile as she served pancakes to Jacket first.
Jacket nodded as he gave a thumbs up. His face showed no emotion, but he was glad to help them out. Eventually, Sonata served the rest of the sirens as coffee and syrup was also served. The four peacefully ate their breakfast with Jacket finishing first. He wasn't that hungry. Judging from how the sirens were practically stuffing their faces with pancakes and syrup, they didn't seem to have much to eat before Jacket came along.
He nodded his thanks as he stood up from his seat. The phone began to rang; Jacket turned to the phone and walked to it. He picked it up.
"Howdy! It's Pat from Crystal Prep. We need you to chaperone a school event that's happening two miles west from the Everfree Recreational Area. It's that purple house near the abandoned mechanic shop. Take care!"
Jacket hanged up and grabbed his backpack. He waved to the girls goodbye as he headed for the door. The girls waved back and then sighed as soon as Jacket left.
"We wouldn't be even having this kind of food if Jacket wasn't here to give us rent money." Adagio grumbled. "That's it. When he comes back, we tell him the truth about us."
"You're right." Sonata admitted. "I'm sure he'll understand. I mean, he seems like an understanding guy."
Jacket shut up the gangster by repeatedly stomping his neck until it was gone. He cleaned the blood from his sneakers a bit before proceeding forward.
He kept walking until he saw a green door to his right. He was able to burst through the door but he decided to try something new. He calmly knocked on the door.
"I'm in the fucking john!" Someone shouted from behind the door. "Wait your turn!"
Jacket mentally shrugged and walked away, deciding to deal with him later. He walked to the door on the opposite side. He was greeted with a gangster putting toaster strudels inside the gray toaster. Just as he turned on the toaster, he noticed Jacket and yelped. He quickly grabbed the kitchen knife and pounced on Jacket. The masked man quickly avoided the attack, causing the gangster to tumble on the floor. Jacket quickly jumped on top of the man and grabbed the back of the gangster's head. He brutally smashed the head repeatedly on the floor, bits of blood and brains splattered on the floor and Jacket's mask.
"The hell's going on?" Someone said from another room. Jacket's head snapped back up as he dashed to the side of the door. Another gangster walked into the room with a machine pistol on his right hand.
"I heard some noise. What the hell are yo-MMPH!"
Jacket quickly jammed the knife into the gangster's back. As the gangster collapsed, his machine pistol was quickly grabbed by Jacket. Tightening his grip on the gun, Jacket actually decided to get a drink. Walking up to the refrigerator with his gun, he opened it and observed the contents of the fridge. The only thing he can find in the fridge were these drinks from this place called Sweet Apple Acres. Fizzy apple cider? Jacket raised an eyebrow. This is crackhouse, not a hoedown. Where's the beer? Jacket shrugged and took one bottle.
"There, now you can use the fucking john."
Jacket quickly turned to the doorway as he heard that same guy who was in the bathroom. The gangster froze the minute he saw the rooster-masked man in the kitchen, holding a machine pistol and a glass bottle of fizzy apple cider. Jacket just stared at the gangster. The two men just stood still, looking at each other.
The toaster strudels suddenly popped from the toaster.
Jacket immediately fired the machine pistol at the gangster. His blood splashed on the floor and nearby walls. Jacket just stood there with his cold drink and empty gun. After a minute or so, he dropped the gun, briefly removed the mask, and gulped down all of the cider. As soon as he finished the drink, he put his mask back on and smashed the glass bottle at a wall, shattering the bottom into many pieces. He exited the room and headed for the stairs with his broken bottle.
He reached the second floor, looking around to see which room was where the cocaine would be located. He noticed a room guarded by a black door with the words NO CHICKEN FREAKS ALLOWED sprayed on it. That's the one.
Just as he headed for the door, it opened and a gangster exited through the room with two micro Uzis on his hands. His jaw dropped when he saw Jacket. He tried to point his weapons at him but was interrupted by Jacket, who lodged the glass bottle into the gangster's neck. Jacket ignored the dying gangster and picked up the twin guns.
He burst through the door, seeing a giant open room with tables of cocaine and crack. Twelve gangsters stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to the masked maniac. They quickly grabbed their assault rifles and pointed it to Jacket.
This was going to be fun.
Jacket grabbed one of the metal tables and flipped it to provide cover. Bullets hit the table as Jacket hid behind it. He quickly looked to the side and spotted two gangsters reloading. He took this opportunity to jump up and fired at the two unsuspecting thugs. They clenched their bullet-filled chests as they slumped to the ground. Their blood and chest bits landed on some of the cocaine.
"Fuck!" One of the thugs growled. "What are you guys waiting for?! Kill the chicken freak!"
Another gangster saw Jacket reloading his weapon. He took the opportunity to throw a grenade at him. Jacket spotted the grenade rolling on the floor, causing his eyes to widen. He quickly grabbed the grenade and threw it back at the gangster. Jacket hid back to his cover as he heard some screams and an explosion. The force of the explosion knocked Jacket to the ground as his weapons scattered to the floor and his hearing almost dying.
He grunted as he turned around and saw the other seven surviving gangsters in the same predicament. Some struggled to stand up while others cupped their ears with their hands. One gangster vomited after glancing at the bloody remains of the three dead gangsters killed in the explosion.
Grabbing the nearby Uzi, Jacket pointed it to the vomiting gangster and blew off his head with a good shot.
Jacket heard the faint shouting of someone ordering to kill the "chicken fuck." He glared at the six gangsters and wasted all the ammunition killing three of them. One gangster pulled out a hammer and ran towards Jacket. He was stopped when Jacket quickly kicked him in the stomach. Jacket immediately grabbed the fallen hammer and smashed the gangster's brains out.
Jacket could tell his hearing was back to normal since he and the two surviving gangsters heard the faint sound of sirens from police cars. Jacket swiftly grabbed a nearby rifle and eliminated the two gangsters. As they died, Jacket saw a fire escape outside. He quickly smashed the window and climbed down on the fire escape.
He ran next to the dumpster where the backpack was located. Jacket quickly put the mask inside the backpack and fled from the house.
Jacket straightened his clothes a bit as he walked up the apartment stairs. As he reached to locked door to his place, he searched his pockets for his keys. He planned to just lie down in his bed and do absolutely nothing until midnight. He found his keys and unlocked the door.
He stepped into his home, heading for his room.
"Jacket?"
He turned around to the dining table after hearing his nickname. He saw the three girls sitting next to the table. They had a serious look on their faces, even Sonata looked serious. Adagio pulled up an empty chair next to her.
"Can you have a seat here, please?" She asked. "We're not mad or anything. We just want to talk."
Jacket looked at three sirens and mentally shrugged. He walked to the seat and sat down.
"First off," Adagio said as she let out a grateful smile, "We just want to REALLY thank you for all you've done for us. I mean, before we met you, the girls and I had no food, barely any money, and practically hated each other."
"You not only gave us money and food, but you brought us closer." Aria added as she smiled.
"You're the best, Jacket!" Sonata shouted with a huge grin. "Thank you oh so very much!"
Jacket sat there with the same emotionless expression on his face. However, deep inside, he felt a sense of pride for this. He let out a thumbs up at the three girls. However, the trio suddenly dropped their smiles.
"The girls and I talked about this." Adagio softly said. "I think it's time you know the truth."
"Jacket, have you heard about those...rumors about us?" Aria asked.
Jacket thought for a moment. He did hear some people mentioning about sirens and battle of the bands or something like that. He didn't pay much attention to that and he assumed it was just bullshit.
"You know, the rumors about the sirens and brainwashing a school?" Sonata pointed out.
Jacket did nothing in silence before he finally nodded.
"Well," Aria sighed. "They're true."
Jacket raised an eyebrow.
"We're, um, sirens." Adagio explained. "And we did try to brainwash Canterlot High."
"Um, get comfortable." Sonata stated. "This is gonna be a LOT of explaining."
Eventually, the Dazzlings explained everything to Jacket. They talked about their true origins and how they were banished to the human universe by a pony named Star-Swirled the Bearded. They explained how they plotted to find a way to come back to Equestria. They eventually discovered magic in this universe and tried to obtain it. They eventually brainwashed a school and turned their music event into a music contest. They were foiled by seven girls. Their singing which was used to brainwash others was forever gone. They now had to live in poor condition.
"So..." Sonata uncomfortably said. "That's the story. If you think we're crazy, we can understand that."
Jacket just sat in his seat. His face was unreadable. His mind, however, was completely confused and tried to register all the stuff the Dazzlings explained.
The girls just stared at Jacket. The four humans just sat there without saying a single word. Eventually, Jacket did do something. He got up and headed for his room.
"He thinks we're crazy or something." Adagio muttered as she placed her right hand on her face. "I knew this was a bad ide-"
Adagio stopped her talking when she saw Jacket come back to the table with a notepad and a pen. Before she could ask what he was doing, Jacket began to wrote on the paper. Adagio, Aria, and Sonata just stared at Jacket, unsure what he was doing. Eventually, he stopped his writing and ripped the paper from the notepad. He handed it to the girls as they leaned to read what he had to write.
You three are not the only ones to come from another universe.
"Did, did you come from Equestria?" Sonata asked with a surprised look on her face.
Jacket shook his head and began to write some more. He ripped out the paper from the notepad and handed it to the girls.
Believe it or not, I came from another universe that's kinda like this universe.
Jacket spent the rest of the day explaining about where he came from. He explained how his universe was similar to this universe but with some differences. He patiently answered any question the girls asked him. He also took time to explain some of his backstory. He explained about how he was once in the military with his bearded friend, fighting against Russians. He made sure not to explain about the phone calls he was getting, giving them cryptic messages to kill these Russians. He finally points out how he saw this bright yellow and red light that engulfed him, which later resulted in him coming to this universe.
"Wow." Aria said in complete disbelief. "I can't believe we have a lot of things in common."
"Miami sounds like a good place to go to." Sonata squealed with a grin. "I wonder if their tacos are the bomb!"
"I hope your friend is alright." Adagio said to Jacket, placing a hand on his hand.
Jacket nodded at Adagio and looked down at his stomach when it growled.
"Dinner time!" Sonata cheered. "I'm gonna go order us some tacos!"
Sonata hopped to the phone as Jacket let out a relieved sigh. So far, it's been a good day. He sure missed his bearded friend though.
7th Scene - Duty Calls
November 30, 2015
2:26 PM
"So how's it going, Twilight?" Lemon Zest asked Twilight Sparkle as the Shadowbolts quietly walked in the streets. They were headed for some lunch at a BBQ place Sugarcoat found about. Twilight let her pet dog stay over with Rarity for a while. Spike seemed to really like that girl.
"Well," Twilight replied. "Aside from those killings, that nightclub attack, those reports about that explosion 12 days ago, and more killings by three new people, I'm good. You?"
"Sorry I asked." Lemon Zest mumbled as she scratched the back of her head. "And I'm good, thanks for asking."
"Not your fault." Twilight replied with a sad smile. "Anyway, I know this is something I shouldn't be involved in, but I'm trying to learn more about this."
"I do not know if that is a good idea, Twilight." Sugarcoat bluntly replied. "But if you are willing to investigate it, I'll be glad to help you."
"I don't know what I can do." Sunny Flare admitted. "But I'll help in any way I can!"
"Me too!" Indigo Zap exclaimed as she patted Twilight's shoulder.
"Me three!" Lemon Zest added with a toothy grin.
"I'll help too!" Sour Sweet added with a grin. "If it will give me the opportunity to have that chicken freak go to jail!"
"Thank you girls, but you don't have to do this." Twilight responded with a shrug. Her eyes widen a bit in realization. "Is this because of what happened with the Friendship Games? I told you a million times. I forgive all of you girls for pressuring me into a demon monster."
The Shadowbolts looked at each other with guilty looks on their faces. To this day, they still felt responsible for that incident with the competition.
"Okay, so maybe we do feel like jerks about that." Sunny Flare blurted out. "I know you keep saying it's alright, but please, can we at least help you out?"
Twilight saw how sad the Shadowbolts were and couldn't help but frown. Eventually, she let out a smile and hugged one of them. The others smiled and gave a group hug to each other.
"I got some information about this on my laptop. But let's talk about it over lunch. I'm starving!"
The other Shadowbolts nodded and ran towards the restaurant with Sour Sweet behind them. On the way, Sour Sweet accidentally bumped into someone. She dropped to the floor, shaking her head a bit. She looked up and saw a blonde man on the floor. He groaned a bit as he stood up, placing a hand on the side of his head. She noticed that the girls were already gone and that the man's backpack was laying on the sidewalk. She grabbed the backpack as she stood up and handed it to the blonde man.
"Here you go, mister." Sour Sweet said with a kind smile as the man took his backpack from Sour Sweet's hands.
The blonde man nodded at Sour Sweet and then walked away. Sour Sweet's smile turned to an irritated scowl as soon as the man was out of sight.
"Hmph! Not even a thank you." Sour Sweet bitterly grumbled as she ran to catch up with her friends.
Jacket thought to himself to watch where he was going. He was lucky that girl didn't peek into his backpack. The last thing he wants is someone finding his rooster mask. He was grateful that the Dazzlings respected his privacy and did not peek into his backpack.
His mission wasn't that complicated. Just take a nice girl out to her date. The "date" is supposed to be inside a house that looked like it barely survived a nuclear war.
He knocked on the front door. He heard some thugs grumbling through the door.
"The fuck is it?"
"Ah, just tell the fucker to fuck off."
"Fine."
The door opened revealing two thugs. One was holding a beer bottle and the other was holding a machete. "The fuck do you wan-"
Jacket quickly took the beer bottle and smashed it on the thug's head, knocking him out. The other thug tried to swing his machete at the intruder. Jacket quickly turned around and slit the thug's throat with the broken bottle. The thug gasped as he fell to the floor with his hands on his bleeding throat. Jacket calmly took the machete and examined it a bit. He quickly turned around, swinging the machete at the other thug who was standing up. As soon as the thug died, Jacket walked up to another door.
He placed his ear against the door, hearing some people and a dog barking. "I say we should get more dogs." One thug grumbled.
"I say you shut the fuck up." Another thug retorted back. "We don't need to bring an entire army here. We can take care of the chicken freak."
"I ain't talking about the chicken freak. I'm talking about those three killers that-"
Their conversation came to a stop the second Jacket smashed through the door. He spotted two overweight thugs with a dog. The dog growled at the sight at Jacket and sprinted towards him. Jacket quickly sliced the dog in half with his machete.
"Oh shit! Kill his ass!" One thug yelled as the other jumped from his seat, charging at Jacket. Realizing there was no gun in the room, Jacket had to retreat to find something to help kill this fat ass.
"After him!" The thug growled as they both chased the masked man. Jacket realized that he should have a better chance finding a weapon upstairs.
Jacket sprinted through the stairs, looking back to see one thug still chasing him while the other was leaning against the wall catching his breath. Jacket finally made it to the second floor and saw a gangster urinating on a wall. A double-barrel shotgun was leaning against the wall next to the gangster.
"Stupid bastard." The urinating gangster growled. "Had to take up the only bathroom here just so that he can make me piss on the wall."
Jacket quickly pushed the gangster to the wall and swiped the shotgun. He turned around and saw the fat thug still running up the stairs. Jacket pointed the barrel at the thug and fired the trigger, blowing off the thug's head from his neck. The downed gangster behind Jacket struggled to stand up. Without turning around, Jacket shoved the butt of the gun at the gangster's face, knocking the gangster down to the ground. Jacket waited patiently for the other fat thug to come up.
After a few seconds, a panting thug slowly walked up the stairs. He took a quick break to place his hand on a wall and the other hand on his chest. He froze at the sight of Jacket pointing the gun at him. Jacket shot a shell at the thug's chest, killing the overweight man instantly.
"Chicken freak..." The gangster behind Jacket coughed. He looked up and saw Jacket grabbing the front part of the gun and then swung the butt at the gangster's head, smashing it into a bloody mess.
Jacket threw away the blood-soaked gun and walked into another door. He was surprised by another overweight thug sitting on a toilet. A fire axe laid on the ground next to him.
"Occupied motherf-" The thug grumbled before he took a good look of Jacket. "SHIT! YOU'RE THAT MASKED MANIAC!"
Jacket quickly grabbed the large fire axe and lodged it against the thug's forehead. Jacket left the bathroom as the dead thug slumped to the floor. He came across another door and opened it. He was greeted with a table with piles of dollars. Jacket noticed a gasoline canister sitting in the corner. After taking some cash for rent, Jacket drenched the money with the gasoline. He shot at the gas, causing a fire that burned the money. He closed the door as smoke slowly escaped through the door cracks.
It may have been short, but Jacket's job was now done.
RRRRRIIIINNNG RRRRRIIIINNNG
Jacket raised an eyebrow as he turned to the red phone sitting on a nearby desk. Filled with curiosity, Jacket picked up the phone.
"There's been a small change of plans. The date is now at Wifi Palace west from the national bank. Make sure everyone on the second floor behaves properly! Oh, and rough up things in there, if you know what I mean..."
The phone hanged up, leaving Jacket standing there with a confused look on his face. Wifi Palace, huh? Looks like that's where Jacket needed to go to.
3:02 PM
Jacket raised an eyebrow. Apparently this Wifi Palace place is an internet cafe. The Dazzlings talked about these kinds of places. He wondered why Miami didn't have these internet cafes. He shrugged. At least he had the VHS Palace. Sucks they don't use VHS's here.
He stood in front of the empty cafe with a closed sign plastered on the front door. He noticed how the inside was dark with the exception of the only computer turned on. Jacket did not care about the first floor since the call told him to go to the second floor. He opened the door without any trouble as the door was already unlocked. He walked inside, smelling the faint scent of coffee. He walked to the door that said Employees Only and opened it.
He opened the door and saw a large office filled with computers. A bunch of gangsters were smoking and conversing among one another. They stopped their conversation the second they spotted Jacket.
"Damnit!" One gangster hissed as he pulled out his silenced pistol. "It's that masked asshole! Kill him!"
Jacket saw a gangster picking up a sledgehammer and rushing towards him. Jacket saw a pen sitting on a table and grabbed it. As soon as the gangster lifted up the sledgehammer, Jacket swiftly jabbed the pen at the gangster's eye. Blood squirted at Jacket's mask as the gangster fell to the floor covering his bleeding eye. Jacket grabbed the sledgehammer and rushed at the other gangsters.
One of the gangsters gulped as he sprinted to the third floor. The other four took out their pocket knives as they circled around Jacket. One tried to slash at the masked man only for Jacket to quickly drop down and punch the gangster's groin. He felt one of the gangsters holding him behind as the other tried to lunge his knife at Jacket's head. Jacket quickly turned around, causing the gangster to accidentally plunge his knife at back of the other gangster's head.
"Oh shit!" The gangster gasped as the other gangster fell to the floor with the knife still sticking from the back of his head. As he fell down, Jacket was freed and proceeded to grab his sledgehammer. He swung his hammer at the thug, killing him instantly. Another thug tried to threw his knife as an attempt to kill Jacket. His eyes widen when Jacket grabbed the knife while it was in midair. The thug tried to run away only to have the back of his head pierced with the same knife.
Jacket saw the other gangster still grabbing his groin in pain. He grabbed the sledgehammer and slowly walked to him. The thug tried to bargain with the masked killer. Jacket responded by lifting up the hammer and smashing it on the head, causing bits of cranium and pools of blood to shoot out.
Jacket remembered how he was told to "rough up things in there," so he proceeded to destroy the nearby computers and office with his sledgehammer. As soon as he was finished, Jacket also remembered the other thug running up the stairs, so he ran up the stairs while gripping tightly on the sledgehammer.
He reached the third floor which was just a medium-sized room that looked like the main office filled with other desks. The gangster with the silenced pistol from before was sitting on the middle desk.
"Asshole!" The gangster yelled with a grin. "You die today!"
Five gangsters popped out from behind the other desks with silenced Uzis. They began to fire as Jacket quickly rolled to one of the other desks as cover. One thug rolled from his cover and ran to Jacket's position. As soon as he was close, the thug pointed his gun at the crouching Jacket. He was unable to pull the trigger because Jacket quickly swung the hammer at the thug's kneecap, bursting it into bloody pieces. The thug screamed as his Uzi was stolen by Jacket. After putting a bullet in the screaming gangster's head, Jacket rolled from his cover and began to fire.
One thug had his shoulder shot while the others quickly dropped back into their covers. The thug with the bleeding shoulder gritted his teeth as he dropped to the floor. Jacket quickly dived forward and pointed his Uzi at a thug who was busy reloading his Uzi. The thug looked up to see Jacket before having his chest covered with bullets.
"Bastards!" The thug with the silenced pistol growled. "Kill this son of a bitch already!"
Another gangster charged at the desk Jacket was hiding from. Jacket quickly grabbed the thug and used him as a body shield. The thug with the silenced pistol pointed his gun at Jacket and fired off a bullet. Jacket quickly moved his body shield so that the bullet would hit the thug's chest instead.
"Idiot!" The gangster coughed. "You shot me in the chest!"
"Fuck you!" The other thug shouted as he began to shoot again. His bullets hit the body shield's head instead, leaving Jacket without a scratch.
Jacket threw away the corpse and quickly killed the other thug who jumped from his cover. As Jacket began to reload, the thug with the bleeding shoulder charged at Jacket and tackled him down to the ground. As the gangster and Jacket began to fight on the floor, the other thug pointed his silenced pistol at the two.
"This time I kill you, chicken freak!" The thug hissed as he pulled a trigger.
While he was wrestling with the thug, Jacket noticed the thug about to fire his weapon. He immediately hid behind the thug he was wresting with. The bullets hit the wrestling thug, much to the last surviving thug's dismay.
"It's just you and me now, jackass!" The gangster roared with a smirk as he aimed at Jacket.
The masked man grabbed a nearby Uzi at a rapid speed and fired the weapon. The thug's chest was blown to bits as he fell to the floor, mortally wounded. Jacket stood up and walked to the thug who was coughing blood.
"A-a-asshole..." The thug stammered as a trail of blood escaped from his lips.
Jacket pointed his Uzi at the dying gangster and pulled the trigger as hard as he could.
3:03 PM
"So, uh, where we going again?" Lemon Zest asked her friends as they ran down the street.
"We're going to that internet cafe near the bank." Sour Sweet answered as she started to growl. "We already told you that before. If you weren't so preoccupied with your music, I'll-"
"Sour Sweet, calm down for Pete's sake." Indigo Zap replied to her angry friend. "We're almost there."
Eventually, the Shadowbolts and Twilight arrived at the Wifi Palace. They noticed how the inside was apparently closed but the entrance door was open.
"According to the research I got," Twilight explained as she adjusted her glasses, "The Wifi Palace should have some information about the gangs the masked killer is attacking. Maybe I can find some information about the gangs and why this killer is attacking them."
"Twilight, are you sure about this?" Sugarcoat asked as the girls peeked inside the cafe. "I know we all said we're with you, but are you sure this is a good idea? This place looks closed and I don't think we should go inside."
"I can't just stand around and let these killings go on!" Twilight responded with determination. "I have to at least try!"
Twilight walked into the cafe with a nervous look on her face as Sunny Flare turned on the light. The girls walked around as Twilight walked up to the only computer turned on.
"I'm going to try to go through the files." Twilight stated as she let out a breath of fresh air. "This may take a while, so please hold on."
Twilight looked through the computer as the girls huddled next to the purple teenager. A few minutes have passed and the girls started to get anxious.
"Twilight! Are you done anytime sooner!?" Lemon Zest asked frantically.
"I-I'm trying my best!" Twilight stammered as she browsed through the computer. She honestly did not know what she was doing but she was at least going to try.
"Well, please do take your time," Sour Sweet replied softly before she growled. "It's not like we're gonna get caught at the rate you're going!!"
"Sour Sweet, your overreacting will not speed up the process nor is it helping the current situation we are in, so please refrain from rushing Twilight." Sugarcoat rebuked at her angry friend.
Sour Sweet grumbled to herself as Indigo and Sunny tried to calm her down.
"I still hope she finishes soon enough. This place kinda gives me the heebie-jeebies." Lemon Zest admitted.
Twilight continued to browse through the computer for a couple of minutes only to have no information whatsoever. She eventually gave up as she slammed her hands on her face.
"Rats! I-I couldn't find anything." Twilight admitted with a sad face. "I'm sorry girls."
"No need to apologize, Twi." Sunny Flare said as she placed a hand on her shoulder. "You did your best."
"Yeah. Now c'mon!" Indigo Zap exclaimed as she turned around. "Let's get outta here before..."
She trailed off on her words as the rest of the girls looked at the exit. Three figures slowly appeared at the exit. One was a man with a muscular tone wearing a brown warthog mask and equipped with nunchucks. The other one was not as muscular as the one with the warthog mask, but stood out to be taller and more slim. He wore an eagle mask and held a gold-colored katana. The last one was a woman with a fine physical shape, along with a dragon mask on her head and an Uzi on both her hands.
"Who are they?" Lemon Zest said as the three figures seem to be having a private conversation among themselves.
"Do you think they are part of those masked killings we have heard from these past days?" Sugarcoat whispered to her friends. They answered with a nervous shrug.
After the three figures finished their brief conversation, they slowly walked to the girls. The warthog-masked man started to twirl his nunchucks. The eagle-masked man unsheathed his katana. The dragon-masked woman pointed her twin machine guns at the teenagers.
The girls slowly backed away, scared faces were plastered on their faces.
8th Scene - Standoff
November 30, 2015
3:32 PM
The red-skinned man checked his phone before he let out a sigh. He wore a black jacket with blue jeans. He had a pitch black hair along with some gray facial hair. He grumbled to himself as he crossed his arms with a scowl on his face.
In another room, Scorpan let out a groan as he ruffled his hair a bit. He knew the red man was waiting for him. He picked up two pistols from a nearby desk. He put them in his jacket in concealment as he grabbed two glasses of beer that were sitting on the same desk.
He eventually came out of the room with the two glasses on his hands. The red man noticed Scorpan and gave him a welcoming smile.
"Pleasure seeing you, brother." The red man said as he patted Scorpan's shoulder.
"Same to you too...Tirek." Scorpan replied as he nodded at his brother with a welcoming smile. "I'll be honest. I thought you didn't want to have a face-to-face talk with me."
Tirek smiled. "For you, my dear brother, I will make time for you."
"I knew I can trust you." Scorpan responded with a patient smile. "Have a seat please."
Tirek turned to the rotating chair that was next to him. He sat down on it as Scorpan handed him a beer. Tirek nodded in thanks as Scorpan took a seat on another chair. The two men just sat there in silence, drinking their beer. After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, Tirek finally spoke up.
"So...how is everything?" Tirek asked his brother.
Scorpan let out a shrug. "Same old, same old. You?"
"Nothing new." Tirek replied as he gave a casual smile.
"Glad to hear." Scorpan calmly responded. His smile quickly vanished as he aggressively smashed his empty glass on the floor.
"Okay, no bullshit, alright?!" Scorpan growled as he pointed a finger at Tirek, ignoring his vulgar statement. "Did you order those attacks against my men?!"
"What are you talking about?" Tirek calmly asked as his smile was replaced with a vicious glare.
"Don't act stupid Tirek!" Scorpan hissed as he clenched his fist. "On the 25th, 27th, and 29th, my men were killed by three masked assassins. I know you're involved in this."
"How can you accuse me of such thing?" Tirek asked as he stood up with an angry look on his face. He threw his glass on the floor, breaking it into many pieces. "I thought we were close brothers from our childhood?"
"This is because of those other killings, isn't it?" Scorpan asked he shook his head. "I did not order that chicken-masked killer to murder your men and destroy everything you had!"
"SHUT UP, YOU LYING IDIOT!" Tirek snapped as he pulled out two pistols from his jeans. "The whole city knows about how much we hate each other! It was only a matter of time before you fuck with me!"
Scorpan quickly pulled out two pistols from his jacket. "As much as I despise you more than anything in the world, I was not responsible for those killings!"
"Lies..." Tirek growled as he and Scorpan aimed their guns at each other.
"Boss?!"
Tirek and Scorpan looked to the entrance door with their weapons still pointing at each other. "What is it?! This better be good!" Tirek bluntly responded.
"We have a problem!" The gangster shouted from behind the door. "It's that chic-ARGH!!!"
Earlier...
Jacket let out an irritated groan. Today just sucked in his opinion. Having to do another mission after he had just finished a mission; it reminded him back in Miami, killing all of those mobsters and then having to kill that biker. Did he really kill the biker? Or is he still out there?
Jacket grabbed his head and growled. He had a headache so he should not think about this too much. Right now, he just wants to lie down and maybe smoke a pack of cigarettes. He stood in front of the door to his place. He grabbed his eyes and unlocked it, stepping inside.
As he walked inside, he spotted Adagio, Aria, and Sonata sitting next to a table with mugs of coffee on their hands.
"There he is." Sonata whispered to the girls before she smiled at Jacket. "Hiya Jacket!"
The blonde man nodded back at Sonata and nodded at Adagio and Aria. He headed for his room until the phone rang. Jacket winced at the sound of the phone ringing. He had just gotten home and already they were calling him?
Adagio was about to touch the phone until Jacket quickly grabbed it and placed it next to his ear.
"No time for details. Red apartment. Couple of blocks from your apartment. KILL EVERYONE THERE. NOW!"
The phone hanged up, leaving Jacket confused. Whatever happened to the cryptic calls he'd been receiving? He turned to the Dazzlings, who were looking at him with raised eyebrows. Jacket gave an apologetic shrug as he headed towards the door with his backpack dangling from his shoulder.
As Jacket walked down the stairs, he wondered what was so damn important about this red apartment?
Jacket's answer may have been answered. As he finally reached the apartment, he quickly hid behind a bush when he spotted a pair of gangsters talking to each other.
"I saw the boss looking pretty pissed." The gangster told his friend. "Had to deal with his brother."
"The boss is always pissed." The other gangster grumbled. "Seriously, why do I work for him and not Scorpan?"
"Be careful what you wish for. Heard about the murders of Scorpan's men?"
"Ugh, don't remind me."
As they headed inside the apartment, Jacket placed a hand on his chin. The leaders of the gangs he had attacked were holed up in this apartment? No wonder the call he'd received just got to the point.
Putting on the mask, Jacket let out a deep sigh as he stretched his neck a bit. He walked inside the apartment.
Time to kill the ringleader of these thugs.
Jacket ran to the apartment stairs and up the second floor. Upon reaching the floor, Jacket was spotted by a fat gangster and his skinny shotgun-equipped friend.
"Shit! The chicken freak's here to kill us!" The fat gangster shouted as he ran away. The other thug tried to shoot only to have his stomach punched by Jacket. After swiping the gun, Jacket blew off a chunk of the thug's chest.
A gangster in a nearby room jumped at the sound of a shotgun firing. Upon realizing what was happening outside, he quickly pulled out his phone and called one of his contacts.
"Yo. I think the chicken freak's here." He exclaimed through the phone. "Send as many guys here. Make sure that asshole is dea-"
His head was blown to bits by Jacket as he shot a shell at the gangster. Jacket heard the guy on the phone wondering what just happened. Jacket shrugged as he walked away from the room. He did not mind since it meant more gangsters for him to kill.
He knocked one of the doors with his shotgun. A gangster opened the door, wondering who was knocking. Jacket quickly put a shell in his face. After the gangster fell to the floor dead, Jacket noticed another gangster. This one was wearing a gas mask and held a revved up chainsaw. Is this asshole going to be like that dodger from Jacket's past?
Jacket confirmed his thoughts the second he fired at the thug, who easily dodged the gunfire. As he charged with his chainsaw, Jacket quickly grabbed the barrel of the shotgun. Just as the thug was about to thrust the chainsaw into Jacket, the masked man swung the butt of the shotgun at the dodger's face. The gangster grunted as a stream of blood squirted from his mouth and his chainsaw fumbled to the ground. As he opened his wounded eyes, the last thing he saw was Jacket pointing the boomstick at his face.
Dodge this, Jacket thought as he fired a shell at the gangster's head. He grabbed the chainsaw and revved it up. His head snapped back up when he spotted a group of gangsters holding machetes.
"Yo!" The overweight gangster gasped as he reached the third floor. "Chicken freak's here! Kill his ass!"
The other gangsters on the third floor nodded as they equipped their assault rifles. They hid behind their covers waiting for their target. They were surprised when they Jacket ram through the door with blood staining his clothes. Nevertheless, the gangsters fired at him. Jacket quickly dived behind a statue.
One of the gangsters ran to the statue as he fired his gun. Jacket quickly pulled out the machete from behind his back and thrusted it at the gangster's chest. He quickly stole his rifle as the gangster bled to death. Jacket held the trigger as he dashed forward. Two gangsters were gunned down as the other seven thugs quickly dropped to their cover.
As Jacket reloading, he spotted two dogs running at him. Just as one dog was about to leap at the masked man, Jacket finished his reloading and fired at the dog's head. The other dog pounced at Jacket and attempted to chew off his face. As Jacket and the dog struggled, the seven gangsters jumped from their cover to fire their weapons. Jacket pushed the dog away and rolled to a nearby crate full of Molotovs. He grabbed one and took out his cigarette lighter. Upon lighting the Molotov, he threw it at the thugs. Four of them were able to evade the molotov but the other three were hit by it, roasting them alive. As they burned to death, Jacket sprinted forward and gunned down the last dog and two surprised thugs.
The other two gulped as they retreated to the fourth floor. Jacket wasn't going to let them get away so he chased after them. Upon reaching the fourth floor, Jacket quickly gunned down the two gangsters. He looked around and was met with a group of pistol equipped gangsters...behind windows.
Jacket really hated windows.
The overweight man paused to gasp for air. He had finally reached the fifth floor and was a few yards away from the room his boss was in.
"Boss?!" The overweight man shouted as he knocked the door frantically. He did not notice a panting Jacket walking up the stairs with a pistol in each of his hands
Jacket narrowed his eyes at the thug shouting in front of a door. "What is it?! This better be good!" Someone bluntly responded from behind the door.
"We have a problem!" The gangster shouted, unaware of Jacket pointing his twin pistols at the overweight man. "It's that chic-ARGH!!!"
"What the hell was that?!" Another voice shouted from behind the door.
Jacket rammed through the door and spotted two men in a Mexican standoff. Their eyes widen at the sight of Jacket.
"It's the chicken-masked killer." The brown man exclaimed in shock.
"Finally. Now I can kill him!" The red growled as he pointed one of his pistols at Jacket while the other pistol was aimed at the brown man.
"The only one dying is you Tirek!" The brown man shouted as he pointed both his guns at Jacket and Tirek.
Jacket pointed his pistols at the two men. His teeth gritted in anticipation as the three men stood there in silence. The red man, Tirek, shook his head at Jacket.
"I've heard a lot about you." He snarled at Jacket. "Are you that stupid to not know what happens when you screw with me?"
The brown man panted as he aimed his pistol at Tirek's head. He aimed the other pistol at Jacket's shoulder. He did not want to kill Jacket. He just wanted Tirek dead.
"Don't do anything stupid, Tirek." The brown man exclaimed.
"Shut up Scorpan." The red man hissed at the brown man. "I'm going to enjoy killing you and this masked maniac."
"You." Scorpan exclaimed at Jacket. "I don't want to kill you, okay? Don't do anything that you'll regret!"
Jacket narrowed his eyes at the two men. He wasn't sure about this Scorpan, but now he was positive that he had to put a bullet in Tirek's head. Jacket's finger on the trigger started to shake as he felt himself sweating inside his mask.
"Jacket! Noooo!!!"
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
ACT III - Apprentices
November 23, 2015
"Yes boss." A gangster replied as he walked away, leaving Tirek alone with his bitter thoughts. He sat in his black chair next to his wooden desk. The room he was in consisted of drugs, piles of guns, and heavily armed bodyguards.
Tirek was at his headquarters: a broken down apartment filled with guns and gangsters. This apartment was armed to the teeth and carried enough firepower that the chicken-masked killer could not handle.
Tirek's stomach churned at the mention of the killer. He wondered how one guy dressed up as a damn chicken could kill so many of his men. This person was not human. Tirek had heard rumors about Canterlot High having "magical" occurrences, so he assumed this killer was "magical." He couldn't help but chuckle as he thought of the school. He hated the school and the school hated him back.
He didn't know who this killer is, but he personally knew who was responsible.
"I do not know why I am surprised that my brother is destroying everything I have." Tirek grumbled as he crossed his arms. "He despises me. I despise him. It has always been that way."
A gangster entered in the room with a tray containing a bottle of Jack Daniels and four empty glasses. "Here you go Tire-I mean boss."
"Just place it here." Tirek bluntly ordered as he tapped his desk. He would have thanked the gangster, but he told this one to always call him boss, not his real name.
"Check if our guests have arrived." Tirek ordered as soon as the gangster placed the tray on Tirek's desk.
"Yes boss." The gangster responded as he left the room. Tirek began to pour himself a drink. He took a sip of the strong alcohol and felt some relief from the suffering he was going through.
After a minute has passed, the gangster from before walked in the room, this time accompanied by two other men and a woman. One was the most muscular of the group, sporting a t-shirt with a skull on it. He had a goatee and had black dreadlocks. The other man was taller than the muscular man and had a slim figure. He wore a Daring Do sweater and torn jeans. The woman had a fine physical shape and had pretty blue eyes that went well with her blonde ponytail. She wore a red vest over her blue shirt and had star earrings on each of her ears.
"Welcome!" Tirek exclaimed with a smile. "Please, pour yourselves some Jack Daniels and then we can talk business."
"Don't mind if I do." The woman answered as she and the two other men poured themselves a drink.
"First off, I am Tirek." Tirek said as he gave a slight bow. "You obviously know who I am, of course."
"Now then," He continued as he pointed at the muscular man, "You are Darrell."
"Yup." Darrell responded as he sipped his drink.
Tirek pointed at the slim man. "You are Santiago."
"Correct." Santiago replied as he nodded.
"And this beautiful lady is Mary." Tirek said as he smirked at the blonde woman.
"That's my name." Mary said as she let out a sly smirk.
"It will be a pleasure doing business with you three." Tirek stated as he reached his arm to the bottom of his desk and pulled out a large black briefcase. He opened it, revealing many hundred dollar bills that caught the interest of Darrell, Santiago, and Mary.
"Now then." Tirek said as he closed the briefcase. "I have called you here because I need the assistance of some 'waste disposal,' if you catch my drift."
"You hired the best." Darrell responded as he finished his drink.
"Four buildings." Tirek explained. "All of them have something that should be disposed immediately. In addition, there are thugs and criminals in those buildings. Make sure they are all DEAD."
"If I'm allowed to ask," Mary asked as she raised an eyebrow, "Whose men are we dealing with?"
"My brother's, Scorpan." Tirek answered with a growl. "He was always a headache. Ever since my businesses were destroyed, I've decided that I tolerated his presence long enough."
"Newspaper said that the chicken-masked killer is a vigilante." Mary pointed out. "You really think your brother is responsible for the killings?"
Tirek said nothing before he took another sip of his Jack Daniels.
"I've always wanted to kill that masked killer." Santiago admitted with a prideful grin. "Someone with that much balls should be fun to fight against."
Tirek pulled out a manila folder from his desk and handed it to Darrell. "Here are the files you will need. They contain the information about these buildings, what you have to do, and when you should attack."
Tirek snapped his fingers at a nearby gangster, who nodded in response as he picked up a box and handed it to Santiago.
"Here are the masks you will wear for this operation." Tirek explained as Santiago opened the box. "Not only will it help you be discrete in this mission, but it will give a message to Scorpan: destroy my business with animal-masked killers..."
"Destroy his business with animal-masked killers." Darrell finished with a smirk. Mary looked at the contents of the box: three plastic masks consisting of a warthog, dragon, and eagle.
"Dibs on the griffin mask!" Santiago shouted as he grabbed the eagle mask.
"That's an eagle mask." Darrell responded with a bemused look on his face.
"Griffin, eagle, whatever." Santiago replied as he put on the mask.
"I like the warthog." Darrell said as he placed the warthog mask on his head. "Fits my character."
Mary sighed as she looked at the dragon mask. Without a word, she picked it up and placed it on her head.
"A little itchy." She mumbled through her mask. "But I'll deal with it."
"Wonderful!" Tirek exclaimed with a grin. "According to your files, you first hit will be on the two days. Meanwhile, go prepare yourselves for the big day. And remember..."
His smile slowly devolved into a vicious scowl.
"You fail, you die."
Santiago, Darrell, and Mary nodded as they took off their masks and left the room. "Charming man." Santiago said as soon as they were in the hallways.
"This shouldn't be too bad." Darrell stated. "Scorpan's men aren't that tough compared to Tirek's guys."
"By the way," Mary pointed out as she scratched the back of her head. "After we deal with these four hits, I'm calling it quits."
"The bosses will be pissed off." Santiago warned the blonde girl.
Mary rolled her eyes. "I'll be fine. Don't worry."
As soon as Santiago, Darrell, and Mary exited out of the apartment, they headed towards the black SUV parked in the street. Darrell opened the trunk, revealing a green duffel bag.
"We got the weapons ready?" Mary asked as Santiago crossed his arms.
"Present and accounted for." Darrell answered as he pulled out a pair of blue nunchucks from the bag.
"Awesome." Santiago added as he pulled out a gold-colored katana.
Mary quietly reached her hands in the duffel bag and pulled out two Uzis. "Well then." Mary said as she and the other men put their weapons back in the bag. "On the 25th, we attack some gangsters and destroy the meth labs there."
"This is going to be fun." Santiago hissed with a triumphant smile as Darrell closed the trunk.
9th Scene - Initiation
November 25, 2015
"So brief us again, Mary?" Darrell said as he drove the SUV to a broken down house.
Mary double-checked her Uzis before she placed them behind her back. "This place has some meth labs. It's our jobs to destroy them all."
"And the guys inside?" Santiago asked as he placed his hands behind his head.
"Simple." Darrell asked as he found a parking spot. "Kill them all."
"Fine by me." Santiago answered as he and his colleagues exited out of the vehicle.
They walked to the back of the SUV and opened the trunk. Mary opened the duffel bag and handed her colleagues their respective masks. After donning the masks, they leaned towards the trunk and took out their weapons. Santiago unsheathed his gold katana as Darrell twirled his nunchucks a bit before cracking his knuckles.
"Shouldn't be too hard." Mary said as she inspected her twin machine guns.
The three assassins ran to the entrance with their weapons ready. Santiago rammed through the door, knocking down a gangster behind the door. As the gangster groaned, he looked up and was surprised at the sight of a katana-equipped man wearing an eagle mask.
"What the hell?!"
Santiago immediately shut the gangster up by swinging his katana, chopping off the gangster's head from his neck. As the head rolled away, another gangster entered the hallway with a beer in his hand. He dropped it as soon as he spotted the three intruders and pulled out a pistol. Just as he was about to fire, Santiago immediately rolled at the scared gangster. The gangster's eyes widen with shock as all of his bullets seem to miss the rolling assassin. Santiago quickly stood up from his rolling position and sliced through the gangster.
"What the hell was that?" A thug shouted from another room.
Darrell turned to one of the doors, spotting an overweight man exiting from the room. The warthog-masked assassin charged at the thug and punched him in the face knocking him down to the floor with a bloody nose. As the overweight thug looked up, he was greeted with Darrell kicking him in the head, killing him instantly.
Darrell entered the room the fat gangster came out of. He saw a bunch of gangsters playing poker and becoming shocked at the sight of the assassin. Without hesitating, Darrell quickly twirled his nunchucks while smirking behind his mask. He quickly ran around the room as he twirled his nunchucks. Most of the gangsters were immediately killed while two fat gangsters tumbled to the floor. As soon as he was done twirling his nunchucks, Darrell grabbed one of the fat gangsters and head-butted him, killing him quickly. As the other gangster tried to stand up, Darrell walked up to him and snapped his neck, causing the fat thug to drop back to the floor.
"No meth labs in this room." Darrell mumbled as Santiago calmly knocked on one of the doors with his katana.
"Pizza delivery!" Santiago shouted at the door with a smile.
The door opened, revealing an angry gangster. "We didn't order any fucking pizz-"
Santiago immediately sliced him in half with his katana and pushed his remains aside as he walked in the room. Gangsters who were busy smoking pot quickly grabbed their lead pipes and baseball bats. One tried to bash Santiago's head but had stomach sliced open by the eagle-masked assassin. Others tried to circle around the assassin and kill him. Santiago immediately rolled away and impaled one of the gangsters through the back of his chest, causing the gangster to scream in pain.
As Santiago was having his fun, Mary looked around before facing Darrell.
"Check if there's any meth labs on this floor." Mary ordered her colleagues. "I'm going to take care of the second floor. And please leave some gangsters for Santiago to kill. Dude doesn't shut up if he doesn't kill anyone."
Darrell nodded as he picked up a nearby unopened can of beer. After opening it, he removed his mask briefly to take a sip as he speculated Santiago's fight with the gangsters.
Mary sprinted to the second floor where she spotted some men dressed up as meth cooks. They dropped their jaws at the sight of her and shouted that she was here as they picked up some nearby guns.
Mary quickly pointed her twin machine guns at them and gunned them down. More gangsters were spotted with AK-47's as they tried to kill the intruder. Mary dived behind a crate as cover. She quickly rolled while firing her guns, killing the gangsters she had spotted before.
As she got up, more gangsters appeared to her left and right. Smirking, Mary spread her guns out in a horizontal fashion and pulled the trigger, blowing the gangsters away with bullets inside them.
Mary began to reload as she investigated one last room. Kicking it down, Mary was relieved to find a couple of meth labs. She also saw a bunch of meth cooks similar to the ones she killed before, though these cooks were fat. They gasped as soon as they saw Mary and pulled out two pistols.
"This is getting boring." Mary bluntly commented as she finished her ammunition on the cooks' chests. She put her empty guns behind her back and grabbed a nearby crowbar, chuckling as she stared at the meth labs.
After the meth labs were all obliterated, Mary walked down the stairs and was greeted with her colleagues killing the last of the gangsters.
"Labs destroyed?" Santiago asked as he pulled out his sword from a gangster's chest.
"Done." Mary asked. "Dealt with all the thugs here?"
"All of them dead." Darrell answered as he pushed a headless gangster to the ground.
"Cool. Let's get out of here." Mary said as she headed for the exit with Santiago and Darrell behind her.
"Shit, this is a good margarita." Santiago chuckled as he took another sip of his watermelon margarita. "Thanks for inviting us to this party, Mary."
"My pleasure." Mary replied as she sipped her glass of rum. "Job was boring so might as well come to the Alicorn Nightclub for some fun."
The nightclub was filled with patrons either relaxing or having a good time. Mary, Santiago, and Darrell were sitting at the bar, relaxing as they drank their beverages. They wore different clothes since their other clothes needed to be washed.
"Hey guys, look." Darrell said to his colleagues as he put down his martini. "See that girl there?"
Santiago and Mary looked to where Darrell was pointing at. They saw a red and yellow haired girl holding a birthday present as she walked up to a girl who looked like she was a fan of dubstep.
"Happy birthday Vinyl." The red and yellow haired girl said as she presented her gift to her. The birthday girl smiled as she hugged the girl.
"Sorry about your other birthday party." The red and yellow haired girl said as she patted the birthday girl's back. "I hope this one makes it up for you."
"Yeah, what about her?" Mary asked Darrell.
"Her name is Sunset Shimmer, I think." Darrell explained as he sipped his drink. "Word is that she's the one who fucked up everyone in that arcade nine days ago."
"Really? That's her?" Santiago asked in disbelief as he stared at this Sunset Shimmer. "I expected her to look tougher or something."
"Well, she used to be a real mean son of a bitch at her old school." Darrell explained. "Then after something happened, a demon girl incident or something, she's one of the most respected girl at her school."
"Demon girl?" Mary asked as she shook her head. "Darrell, you've been drinking too many martinis."
"Hey, at least I'm not drunk enough to quit my job after this." Darrell mumbled back with an irritated look on his face.
"The bosses are going to kill you if you quit." Santiago warned Mary as he patted her shoulder.
"Don't worry guys." Mary reassured her colleagues. "I can handle them. Now shut up, will you? I'm trying to enjoy my rum."
10th Scene - Fear
November 27, 2015
"Rats, my alarm didn't go off..."
Mary grumbled to herself as she woke up while laying on top of her bed. Her room had the scent of perfume and was neatly organized. Mary blinked her eyes a bit as she yawned.
"How late was I?" Mary sighed as she squinted her eyes at the alarm clock. "Damn. I need a new alarm clock."
She got off her red queen-sized bed and walked to the answering machine.
You have one new message. *BEEP* Hey Mary, it's Darrell. Me and Santiago are waiting for your ass. Meet us at the diner near the place we have to attack.
"Darrell's gonna kick my ass..." Mary grumbled as she quickly got dressed. Afterwards, she grabbed her duffel bag which contained her two guns and her dragon mask.
She exited out of her apartment and sprinted through the streets. She finally reached her destination when she came across the diner Darrell talked about in the answering machine. Standing next to the diner was Santiago, smoking his smokes, and Darrell, who was busy drinking his coffee.
"Took you long enough." Darrell grumbled as he finished his cup of coffee.
Mary rubbed her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." She grumbled back. "Sorry about being late. Alarm clock's still busted."
Santiago put out his cigarette and shook his head at Mary. "Get a new alarm clock next time. C'mon. Get in the SUV."
Mary and Darrell entered through the back as Santiago drove the car. "So what's our objective again?" Mary asked as she put on her dragon mask.
"Tirek wants us to destroy Scorpan's weapon caches, which should be downstairs." Darrell explained as he put on his warthog mask. "That and to kill every motherfucker in the building."
"Sounds good to me." Santiago responded as he parked near an abandoned-looking house. "We're here."
Darrell handed Santiago the eagle mask as Mary jumped out of the SUV with her guns ready. Darrell and Santiago soon followed her with their weapons ready. Mary frowned as she walked up to the front door, disgusted from the smell of the neighborhood. Hopefully killing these gangsters will distract her from the stench.
The three assassins heard a gangster grumble through the door as he opened it. "What do you want?"
Santiago answered by shoving his blade into the gangster's head. He kicked the corpse away as the assassins walked into the house. Santiago took note of the MP5 laying on the ground and picked it up. He slammed through one of the doors, surprising the gangsters in the room. He fired at them, killing all but one. The surviving thug tried to gun Santiago down but missed because the eagle-masked assassin rolled to the other side of the room. Santiago threw the MP5 at the thug, knocking him down. As the thug groaned on the floor, he opened his eyes and saw Santiago's foot, which was the last thing he ever saw before his skull was crushed.
"You guys check the basement if the weapons are there!" Santiago shouted at Darrell and Mary. "I'll take care of these fuckers on this floor."
Mary and Darrell nodded as they ran to the stairs. Santiago grabbed his katana and whistled. "Come get a piece of me, bitches!"
Immediately, a couple of gangsters emerged from their rooms and glared at Santiago. "Kill the piece of shit!" One of them yelled as he lunged his machete at the eagle-masked assassin.
Santiago quickly evaded the attack and swung his katana, staining it with the gangster's blood. Another tried to point his gun at Santiago until the katana was jammed directly into his hand, causing him to scream in pain. Santiago quickly pulled the sword from the hand and into the chest.
As soon as the gangster fell down dead, Santiago quickly detected a gangster behind him and in front of him, each armed with a SMG. They pointed their weapons at the assassin and fired. Santiago quickly rolled away, causing the gangsters to shoot each other.
As Santiago got back up on his feet, he could hear the sounds of gunfire and screaming downstairs. "I hope I have as much as action as they're having." He grumbled to himself as he threw away his katana and cracked his knuckles. "I'll kick all of your asses without my blade."
One gangster tried to swing his crowbar at the assassin. Santiago immediately dodged the attack, pushed the gangster to a wall, and then thrusted the crowbar into the gangster's neck. Santiago detected a gangster behind him with a baseball bat, ready to bash the eagle-masked killer's head in. Santiago quickly pulled out the crowbar from the neck and then jammed it into the other gangster's face. Santiago noticed a pistol in the gangster's jeans and pulled it out. He fired it to the gangster who just whipped out his machine pistol.
As the gangster fell down dead, Santiago stretched his arms and then took a sniff. "Hmm," he pondered. "What's cooking?"
"You think he'll be alright?" Mary asked as she and Darrell walked down the stairs. The two assassins heard Santiago whistle and demand that the thugs come get a piece of him.
"I wouldn't worry." Darrell mumbled back as he heard one gangster yell about killing the 'piece of shit.'
As soon as they were on the basement floor, they came across a wooden door with a KEEP OUT sticker. Mary ripped the sticker off the door before Darrell kicked it down. Two gangsters holding AK-47's immediately spotted them and tried to fire at them. Darrell crushed one gangster's skull while Mary put a bullet on another gangster's abdomen.
The two assassins looked up and spotted a large group of gangsters next to tables with stacks of guns. The gangsters dropped their bongs and picked up their weapons, ranging from M16's to MP5's.
Darrell quickly bashed the head of one gangster as Mary fired her guns, killing two gangsters. The rest of the thugs quickly jumped behind the tables. One jumped from his cover and fired at Darrell. The warthog-masked killer got hit on the foot, causing him to dive behind a crate with a hiss. Mary saw this and wasted no time killing the gangster.
As Darrell laid on the floor gripping his foot, he looked up and saw a gangster pointing his M16 at him. Darrell punched him in the shin, causing the gangster to tumble down to the floor. Before he could get up, the gangster died the minute Darrell snapped his neck.
As Mary panted behind crate, she could hear the sounds of gunfire and screaming upstairs. "I hope I have as much as action as he's having." She grumbled to herself as she put her Uzis behind her back and picked up a knife on the floor. "I'll kick all of your asses without my guns."
She spotted a gangster too occupied reloading his piece. She took this time to lunge at him, stabbing him in the eyes. The other gangsters saw this and tried to shoot her. Mary quickly used the corpse as a body shield. As the corpse was getting shot, she threw the knife at a gangster's head, killing him instantly. Mary counted two more gangsters to kill, so she threw the corpse at one of the gangsters, knocking him to the floor. The other gangster tried to reload, giving Mary the opportunity to take out the knife from the dead gangster's head and then slit the gangster's throat. The remaining gangster pushed the corpse away from him and picked up his gun. Darrell quickly punched him in the face, instantly killing him.
The two assassins started to pant before stretching their arms and facing towards the weapon caches.
"How do you want to destroy them?" Darrell asked.
Mary looked around and smirked when she spotted some gas cans nearby.
"I swear Tirek gave us these easy jobs as a way to piss me off." Mary grumbled as she carried her groceries. After a successful but boring job, Mary just wanted to get home and do absolutely nothing.
"Maybe I'll move to Manehattan." Mary grumbled as she continued to walk through the streets. "This place sucks."
As she continued to walk, she let out a surprised gasp when she accidentally stepped on a rock and tumbled down to the concrete floor. "Shit." She grumbled as she saw her groceries scattered all over the floor.
As soon as Mary picked up a can of chicken soup, she suddenly looked up, surprised to see someone standing in front of her. The man had blonde hair and wore a letterman jacket and blue jeans. Mary looked at the blonde man with a surprised look on her face. Without saying a word or even showing any emotion, the man began to pick up the other groceries on the floor. Mary let out a thankful grin as they both began to pick up the items on the floor.
As soon as all the groceries were picked up, the blonde man handed them to Mary and proceeded to walk away. Before he could do so, the blonde man felt someone tap his shoulder. He turned around and faced the woman.
"Hey," Mary said as she let out a small smile. "Thanks."
The blonde man just nodded and walked away. Mary tilted her head curiously at the blonde man.
"Huh. Must have a speech impediment or something." Mary guessed as she headed for her apartment.
11th Scene - Heartbeat
November 29, 2015
"Well, I'm glad you're doing alright, Flash." Sunset Shimmer said with a grin on her face.
"Thanks Sunset," Flash Sentry replied. "And thanks Twilight for visiting me."
"No problem." Twilight Sparkle responded with a grin.
Since it was a weekend, Sunset decided to visit Flash Sentry at the hospital. The human universe's Twilight decided to visit him as well. Flash Sentry woke up a few days ago and is now recovering. He laid on a hospital bed with a nasal cannula.
Twilight smiled at him. "Always a pleasure Flash." She said. "Hope you get better."
As they left Flash's hospital room, Sunset smirked at Twilight.
"Taking an interest in Flash?"
"Well no. I mean, he is kinda cute and I feel bad for him being in the hospital." Twilight admitted with a coy smile. "But, since I still want to focus more on my studies..." She looked away with a tiny blush on her cheeks. "Besides, I'm sure the other Twilight would get jealous if I'm dating Flash. Speaking of which, she's coming in three days, right?"
"Correct." Sunset answered. "By the way, I visited Luna yesterday. Her arm's getting better and they already took off her cast."
"That's nice to hear." Twilight said as she and Sunset exited out of the hospital.
Sunset noticed how Twilight was looking a bit glum. "You okay?"
"Yeah," Twilight answered before looking away, "Well, no. I'm still upset about these chicken-masked killings. And now there are more reports of murders."
"I've heard about that." Sunset mumbled. "Now there are three more killers in our town. When will this ever end?"
As they continued to walk, they passed by an SUV. Inside the vehicle were the three assassins. Mary shook her head as she crossed her arms in annoyance.
"This job better be good." Mary grumbled to herself. "These past jobs were so damn boring."
"Sorry to break the news to you Mary," Darrell said as he looked at the files. "But this one's also gonna be cake. On the bright side, Tirek saved the best job for last."
"Great, I guess." Mary said with a shrug.
"Don't forget," Santiago added as he continued to drive. "The bosses want to meet us at Svengallop's Bar."
"You mean that bar owned by that asshole who fucked with Countess Coloratura?" Darrell asked in disbelief. "I like listening to Coloratura. You think the bosses won't mind if I snap Svengallop's neck?"
"He's not in that kind of business anymore, Darrell." Santiago replied. "After he fucked up working as a manager, he ended up becoming some petty bar owner. How the mighty has fallen."
"I still wanna teach that asshole a lesson." Darrell grumbled. "His haircut is stupid too."
"Less about Svengallop, more about destroying the money Scorpan has." Mary interrupted as Santiago found a parking space.
"I'll take the first floor." Darrell ordered. "Mary and Santiago, fuck up the second floor."
"Got it." Mary said as she and her colleagues exited out of the vehicle and grabbed their weapons.
The three assassins walked up to the door. "Let's see." Darrell said. "Santiago answered the door for the first job, then Mary answered it for the second job."
Darrell began to twirl his nunchucks.
He charged through the door with his twirling nunchucks. Along the way, he killed three gangsters, a dog, and knocked down a fat thug. As the overweight man groaned, he tried to stand up. With a calm look on his face, Darrell jumped on top of the man and repeatedly bashed his head on the floor. Bits of blood flew from the remains of the head and stained the warthog mask with crimson blood.
"Go up the stairs." Darrell ordered. "I'm going to have so much fun with this floor."
As he heard his colleagues run away, he took out his nunchucks and began to shout. "Cowards!" He growled. "Come out and fight me like a man!"
At the speed of lightning, gangsters came out of the rooms equipped with sledgehammers and crowbars. One gangster jumped at Darrell with his crowbar up in the air. Darrell was able to evade the attack and push the gangster to the floor. He saw another one charging at him and kicked him to the wall. He felt something metal around his neck and was suddenly strangled with a chainlink whip by another gangster. Darrell immediately kicked the gangster on the foot, causing the gangster to release him.
"Is that all you got?!" Darrell growled as he punched the gangster behind him in the face, killing him instantly. After punching another one in the face, the surrounding gangsters just shrugged and charged at the warthog-masked killer. Each of them were punched in the face or had their necks snapped. One pointed a pistol at Darrell, only to have his wrist twisted. As he screamed while holding his twisted wrist, Darrell pushed him to a wall and kicked him in the face, killing him.
He ran into another room where he spotted a couple of gangsters. One gangster saw his colleague tried to charge at the assassin with a machete only to fall down to the floor with a twisted neck. He saw a 9mm sitting on a table and picked it up. Darrell quickly swiped it from the gangster and threw it away from the two of them.
"Fight me like a man!"
The gangster just shrugged and threw a left hook at the assassin. The warthog-masked calmly grabbed the fist while it was in mid-air. The gangster's pupils shrank as he gulped.
"Fuck me."
After bashing the gangster's brains on the floor, along with staining the red carpet with something else red, Darrell noticed a tan crate labelled, "Handle With Care."
Curious, he opened it and looked at the contents of the crate.
"Is that," Darrell said with blinking eyes, "Shit, is that what I think that is?"
"Hey!" A gangster shouted as he pointed at Santiago and Mary who were running up the stairs. "The fuck are you two?!"
Santiago quickly sliced up the gangster as Mary pointed her guns at the door. Two gangsters who heard the commotion outside ran to check out what was happening. Mary gunned down them when they came into her sight.
"I'll take this room!" Santiago shouted. "You take the other one."
Mary nodded as she picked up an M16 from a dead gangster. Santiago opened the door and was met with a gangster wearing large blue headphones and was too preoccupied in his music.
"Oh, this oughta be a fucking joke." Santiago chuckled as he shook his head. Taking out his katana, he slowly ran the blunt edge of his sword across the back of the gangster's neck. The gangster yelped as he felt the cold metal and tumbled to the floor. Just as he took off his headphones, Santiago immediately jammed his sword into the gangster's face.
Meanwhile, Mary kicked the door to another room. She was met with a bunch of gangsters playing video games and drinking beer. Just as one of the gangsters turned around, Mary pulled the trigger, eliminating five gangsters and two overweight thugs who bled to death. Just as she was about to walk away, a gangster who was hiding behind a table jumped up with a hand cannon.
"Die motherfucke-"
He was riddled with bullets by Mary, who did not even turn to face the gangster as she took out one of her Uzis and fired it at him.
"Santiago?" She said as she reloaded her Uzi. "You found the money?"
One of the doors to another room opened, revealing a bored Santiago carrying a decapitated head of an overweight thug.
"Eeyup." Santiago replied as he threw the head away.
Mary followed the eagle-masked killer to a room filled with piles of cash, sitting on a couple of tables with some of them slightly soaked in crimson blood. Mary couldn't help but laugh as Santiago took off his mask to ruffle up his brown hair a bit. "How do you wanna destroy this shit?" He calmly asked.
"Burn it with this." Darrell said as he walked into the room with something in his hands. Mary and Santiago turned around and widen their eyes at what Darrell was holding.
"A fucking flamethrower?" Santiago exclaimed with a grin. "Dibs!"
Darrell and Mary just stood there with relaxed looks on their faces as Santiago began to use the flamethrower while laughing like a child playing video games for the very first time.
"If I see that Svengallop, I'm going to punch him in the face." Darrell grumbled to himself as he and his two other colleagues entered the bar.
The bar was filled with people drinking and the soccer game on the television sets. The bar patrons looked seedy with some glaring at the three hitmen. The bartender serving the drinks was a woman with mulberry skin, cerise hair, and a t-shirt that had the picture of grapes and a strawberry together.
She smiled at the sight of Santiago. "Hey!" The bartender cried out. "What's up Santiago?"
The slim man smirked as he shook hands with the bartender. "Not much. How about you, Berry Punch?"
Berry chuckled. "Well, I finally convinced my idiot boss, Svengallop, to get a day off tomorrow."
"Awesome." Santiago replied. "Can I get three cold ones, please?"
As Berry prepared the drinks, Mary walked next to Santiago.
"Girlfriend?" Mary asked nonchalantly.
"Just a friend." Santiago calmly replied.
As Berry handed the assassins their drinks, Santiago thanked her and placed a 20 dollar bill on the counter, asking to keep the change. Berry thanked him as the three assassins took their drinks to a nearby table.
As the three assassins waited, they saw the door open and two green-skinned men walked in. They both wore sunglasses, baseball caps, and trench coats. The only difference between the two men is their hair, sticking from the caps. One man had white hair and the other man had red hair.
They spotted the assassins sitting in a table. They let out a small sneer as they walked to the table.
"Good to see you three." The red-haired man greeted as he and his companion sat down.
"How was school?" Santiago asked.
"Not much." The white-haired man grumbled. "No new magic attack or any shit Canterlot High is famous for."
"Let's talk business." The red-haired man said. "Give us the details."
"We're officially doing Tirek's dirty work." Darrell replied with a smile. "Destroying what Scorpan has left."
"Boring shit, but we're managing." Santiago added with a shrug.
"Good to hear." The white-haired man said with a smirk. "Any other news?"
"Listen boss." Mary said as she took a sip of her drink. "I respect you two and have no trouble-"
"Get to the point."
"Alright." Mary said as she paused a bit. "After this mission, I want out. Thinking of retiring and moving to Manehattan."
The two teenagers slowly glared at Mary before turning their gaze towards at Darrell and Santiago. "Surely you two warned Mary about what happens if you quit your job."
"Hey. I warned her." Santiago confessed as he put up his hands in defense.
The two teenagers growled at Mary, who just simply stared back at them with narrowed eyes. Their hostile expressions soon turned into warm smiles. "Alright." The red-haired teen said. "Do this mission and you're free to go."
"Got it." Mary replied as she sipped her drink. "Thanks."
"Well, we gotta go." The white-haired teen said as both he and the red-haired teen stood up.
"Good luck on your last mission, guys." The red-haired teen said with a sneer as he walked away with his companion.
"That was short but went well." Mary commented as she finished her drink. Afterwards, Santiago and Darrell quickly drank their drinks and proceeded to leave the bar.
"So our last mission is to kill a shitload of Scorpan's men?" Santiago asked.
"Correct." Darrell muttered as he stretched his arms while yawning.
"When's our last mission again?"
Mary smirked.
"November 30."
12th Scene - Shadows
November 30, 2015
2:33 PM
"Cheers everyone!" Santiago exclaimed with a grin as he and his two colleagues lifted up their beer cans as a toast. "After this mission, we get a shitload of cash and more opportunities for violent action!"
The three assassins were standing next to their SUV, parked near the apartment where their last job was located.
"What are you going to do in Manehattan?" Darrell asked Mary who sipped her drink without any concern.
"I dunno." She answered as she looked down at her drink. "Just do nothing. Open up a store or something. Hell, maybe get a boyfriend who treats me nice."
"Sounds like you have it all planned." Santiago said with a grin.
"Eh." Mary grunted. "I try not to take about it too much. Let's focus on this job. Kill every son of a bitch there, correct?"
"Yeah." Darrell answered with a nod. "I figured you would still be bored, so I looked in the files again and found out that there are gangsters on the second, third, and fourth floor. I say we each get a floor and kill every bastard on that floor."
"Sounds good to me." Santiago answered. "Dibs on the second floor."
"I'll take the fourth." Mary added.
"And I'll take the third." Darrell finished with a small smile.
After drinking their drinks, the three assassins walked to the entrance. Santiago kicked it down and walked in along with the rest of the assassins. Santiago looked around but was surprised to see no gangster on the first floor.
"Santiago, get the second floor. Darrell, get the third floor. I'll get the fourth floor." Mary ordered as she went up the stairs with her colleagues on her tail. As soon as they reached the second floor, Santiago unsheathed his katana.
Santiago rolled into the hallway where two gangsters spotted him. They charged at him with baseball bats. Santiago quickly sliced the baseball bats with his sword, causing the gangsters in front of him to gulp. He wasted no time slicing the two men.
Santiago turned to his left and saw a window. Behind it was a gangster with a shotgun in his hands and a surprised look on his face. Santiago was able to roll away, missing the shotgun blast. The gangster growled as he sprinted to the room the assassin was in. Three more armed gangsters in another room heard the shotgun noise and sprinted towards the source.
The growling gangster arrived in the room, looking for the masked assassin he just saw. He felt someone tap his shoulders and, just as he turned around with an irritated look on his face, had his head sliced off from his body.
The three gangsters before ran into the room where they saw an eagle-masked man standing next to a beheaded corpse. They pointed their rifles at Santiago.
"Kill the griffin freak!" One of the gangsters snarled.
"And I thought I was the only one who thought I'm a griffin." Santiago mumbled to himself with a small smile.
Just as the gangsters fired, they gasped in astonishment when Santiago rolled towards them, miraculously avoiding the bullets. Santiago landed behind the gangsters and pulled out his katana. He killed all of them except for one of them. The gangster tried to shoot at Santiago only to have his rifle suddenly destroyed by a sword. He gulped as he stood in front of the eagle-masked killer.
Santiago smirked at the thug. "Humor me." He said as he kicked the katana to the thug, who quickly grabbed it. After all, this gangster was the one who called him the griffin-masked killer.
The thug looked at the sword and back at Santiago before shrugging. He soon let out a war cry as he charged at the amused assassin. He swung the sword in a clumsy fashion which Santiago was able to dodge. The gangster yelled some more as he continued to swing the sword in a frantic fashion. Santiago rolled away, missing every single attack. The gangster ran at him with the sword up in the air, only for Santiago to quickly swiped it away.
"You're good."
Santiago swung the sword, causing the gangster's head fall off.
"But I'm better."
Placing the katana on his back and picking up a nearby assault rifle, Santiago sprinted into the final room, where a couple of gangsters were watching a Daring Do movie. The assassin hoped that these were the last gangsters in this floor, since he liked this certain Daring Do movie.
One of the thugs turned around and alerted his colleagues about the intruder. Santiago pointed his rifle and fired at them, killing a couple gangsters and making an overweight thug bleed to death.
The surviving gangster jumped out of a couch with a machete, charging at Santiago while he reloaded his rifle. He detected the gangster and quickly pulled out his katana. Just as the machete was about to hit him, Santiago quickly blocked it with his katana and was locked in a sword/machete clash with the gangster. The gangster backed bit and jumped forward as he tried to impale the assassin in the chest. Santiago stepped to the side, avoiding the attack and impaled the gangster from the back, killing him.
As the gangster fell down dead, Santiago let out a triumphant cheer.
"Ha ha ha! Who's the man, bitches?!"
As soon as the two assassins reached the third floor, Darrell nodded at Mary and tightened his grip on his nunchucks.
Darrell charged at an unsuspecting gangster in the hallway and crushed the gangster's head against the floor. He looked up and saw two more gangsters running towards him. As they tried to swing their fists at Darrell, the assassin easily dodged their attacks and uppercutted one of them, instantly killing him. The other gangster tried to pick up a nearby crowbar only to have his neck swiftly snapped.
Darrell spotted a pair of dogs rushing towards him. Just as one of them pounced to get a bite of the assassin, he immediately punched the mutt in the face, cracking its skull and killing it. The other one jumped at him, only for Darrell to grab the canine in midair. He slammed the dog into the ground as the dog struggled to remove its jaw from Darrell's grip. The warthog-masked assassin lifted up his fist and brought it down to the dog's head, repeatedly bashing it until there was nothing left but remains of doggie brains.
Unfortunately, since the execution was a bit delayed, he had just noticed the gangsters in front of him when one of them pointed his pistol at him. Darrell jumped to a nearby crate of drugs, avoiding the gunfire.
As the gangsters slowly moved up, Darrell took this opportunity to whip out his nunchucks. He jumped from his cover and charged at the gangsters with this nunchucks in motion. He swung his weapons at a gangster's face before fatally kicking another thug to the wall. Just as he struck another gangster to the ground, dead, Darrell dropped his nunchucks when a bullet hit his shoulder. He quickly jumped at the gangster who shot him and killed the thug with a jump punch.
Ignoring his shoulder, Darrell charged into another room, where a group of gangsters were busy doing drugs. One of them shrunk his pupils when he saw the assassin and tried to grab his baseball bat. Darrell grabbed a nearby trash can and jammed it in the gangster's head. The gangster's muffled screams were heard from the trash can as he struggled to yank it off.
As he tried to take off the trash can, he can hear his surroundings. He heard grunts and screams from his fellow colleagues. He heard a couple of gunshots but was soon replaced by something being twisted followed by a scream. He then heard something being snapped and more crunches. He even felt something liquid splash into him. Given the fact that this liquid splashed on him just right when some gangster yelled something about his chest, the gangster struggled to rip off the trash bin from his head. He continued to hear more sounds like groans, screams, and smashes until the noise slowly stopped.
Just when he took off the trash can, he saw Darrell's fist going towards his face. That was the last thing he saw as his lifeless body fell to the ground with his face dripping blood.
Just then, as Darrell looked down at the dead corpses, an overweight man sprinted in the room and tackled down the warthog-masked assassin. The thug grabbed Darrell's head and began to bash it on the floor. The struggling assassin quickly kicked the overweight man in the groin, causing his hands to direct to his crotch as he whimpered in pain. Darrell took this moment to grab the thug's shoulders and headbutted him, causing the overweight man to fall over, dead.
Darrell quickly stood back up and lift his hands up in victory.
"Who else wants some?!"
Mary had finally reached the fourth floor with a look of determination in her eyes. She charged through the door where four armed gangsters turned around in alert. Before they could fire their weapons, Mary easily shot them down, making them tumble to the floor where their blood was splattered.
Mary also noticed another gangster, though what stood out the most was the gas mask he had on his face and the chainsaw in his hands. Mary rolled her eyes and pointed her guns at him and fired. The gangster swiftly ducked down, miraculously evading every bullets. Mary's eyes widen as she muttered, "Oh shit."
The dodger got up and sprinted after the assassin. Mary desperately picked up one of the rifles from the dead gangsters next to her and threw it at the dodger. The dragon assassin gulped when she saw the dodger ripped the rifle in half with his chainsaw.
Another gangster snuck up on her and lifted up his lead pipe. Mary noticed him and punched his stomach, causing him to grunt in pain and lower his weapon. The assassin quickly grabbed the pipe and, when the dodger was close to her, swung it at him, breaking his neck. She then swung it at the other gangster, killing him.
She heard some other gangsters wondering what was happening. Pulling out her Uzis from her back, Mary spread her guns out in a horizontal fashion and fired when the gangsters ran out of the room. She spotted some more gangsters coming in the hallway, so she spun around until her guns took down every gangster in both directions. She heard a couple of barks, causing her to turn around and see some dogs running towards her. She easily gunned them down but after killing the last dog, she discovered her Uzi magazine was dry.
As she reloaded her guns, Mary was suddenly pushed to the floor. She looked up and saw a gangster holding a computer screen and was going to throw it down at her face. She wasted no time as she rolled away just when the screen smashed on the floor. Mary kicked of the shins from the gangster, causing him to drop to the floor. She proceeded to repeatedly punch him until he died.
She looked up and saw an overweight gangster charging at her. Mary pointed her guns at him until she heard some gangsters behind her. She quickly turned around and fired at the shotgun-equipped gangsters. She then sprinted away from the fat thug and fired at him. A few bullets hit the overweight gangster's chest. After that, the gun made a clicking sound rather than firing off bullets.
"SHIT!" Mary shouted as she proceeded to run away faster.
She stopped when she saw the thug stopping to gasp and clench his bleeding chest. He eventually fell to the floor, a victim of blood loss.
"Huh." Mary said in surprise. "Well, okay, I guess?"
She picked up a nearby shotgun and a machete and headed for the last room on the floor. She kicked it open and spotted some gangsters playing video games. They stopped when they saw the masked woman and pulled out two pistols from their jeans.
Mary pointed her shotgun at them and fired.
"OH COME ON!" Mary shouted when they all ducked and avoided the attack. "I fucking hate you dodging motherfuckers!"
She hid behind a wall as the gangsters fired off a couple of shots. One of them ran to her only for Mary to swing her machete at him, killing him. Another one tried to run at her only for Mary to throw the corpse at him. He easily ducked and avoided the corpse but when he got up, the last thing he saw was a machete swinging at him. The other gangster pointed his pistols at the woman only for Mary to throw her machete at him. As predicted, he dodged the machete but was suddenly tackled to the ground and had his head brutally bashed into the floor.
She got up and took a deep breath. If she is not mistaken, then that should be all the gangsters on this floor.
"Is that all?!"
She paused for a moment when her cell phone suddenly vibrated.
With a confused grunt, Mary took out her cell phone and was surprised to see that, according to the caller ID, the call was coming from the two teenagers from the bar earlier. She answered the phone and placed it on her ear.
"This better be good." Mary grumbled.
"We have a problem." The voice from the phone bitterly explained. "The Wifi Palace won't pay us anymore. Apparently, thanks to the attack on November 7th, Tirek is doing whatever he can to get more cash. So now he has exhorted the cafe to give him money. Now we don't get a fucking cent."
"So you want us to fuck the cafe up?" Mary asked.
"No. We sent the rooster-masked killer to do so."
"And what does that have to do with us?" Mary asked with an angry face.
"His use to us is no longer needed. Go to the Wifi Palace and make sure the cafe is taught a lesson. And then...kill the rooster-masked killer."
"Got it." Mary replied after a brief pause. Just when she was about to hang up, the voice continued to speak.
"Kill any witnesses there."
The phone suddenly hanged up, leaving Mary standing there with a cold stare.
3:04 PM
"I wonder if they have one of these in Manehattan." Mary thought to herself as the SUV parked near the cafe.
The three assassins jumped out of the car with their weapons deployed and their masks equipped. As they headed towards the entrance, they noticed how the entrance doorway was open.
"The rooster-masked man is still inside." Mary calmly stated as she headed towards the entrance. Before she could do so, however, Darrell stopped her.
The warthog-masked assassin lifted up his hand. "I hear someone. Sound like...girls?"
Santiago and Mary paused to hear what was happening in the cafe.
"Twilight! Are you done anytime sooner!?" A voice asked frantically.
"I-I'm trying my best!" Another voice hastily responded.
"Well, please do take your time, it's not like we're gonna get caught at the rate you're going!!" Another voice replied, going from pleasant to vicious.
"Sour Sweet, your overreacting will not speed up the process nor is it helping the current situation we are in, so please refrain from rushing Twilight." Another voice rebuked the vicious voice.
"I still hope she finishes soon enough. This place kinda gives me the heebie-jeebies." Another voice admitted.
Darrell looked at his companions. "We have witnesses. They sound like girls, but our orders are to kill any witnesses."
Mary and Santiago nodded as the trio slowly walked to the entrance.
"Rats! I-I couldn't find anything." The voice from before admitted. "I'm sorry girls."
"No need to apologize, Twi. You did your best."
"Yeah. Now c'mon! Let's get outta here before..."
The teen trailed off on her words as the rest of the girls looked at the exit. Darrell, Santiago, and Mary all stood at the exit with their weapons lowered.
Mary blinked as she turned to her friends.
"They're fucking teenagers!" She whispered to her colleagues.
"We kill them?" Santiago asked, resulting in Mary widening her eyes.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" She hissed. "We can't kill these teenage girls!"
"I don't like this anymore than you do, Mary." Darrell confessed. "But we have orders to kill any witnesses. Besides, you're already in deep shit with the bosses."
"Goddamnit..." Mary growled to herself as she took a deep breath. "I'm going to hate myself for this..."
After the three assassins finished their brief conversation, they slowly walked to the girls. Darrell started to twirl his nunchucks. Santiago unsheathed his katana. Mary pointed her twin machine guns at the teenagers.
The girls slowly backed away, scared faces were plastered on their faces.
That is until a knock on the wall was suddenly heard.
Santiago, Darrell, and Mary slowly turned around where they saw another figure. He wore a rooster mask on his head.
"The rooster-masked killer..." Mary whispered as she glared at the chicken-masked man.
Santiago smirked. "Great! Now I get to kill that asshole!"
Immediately, the eagle-masked assassin rolled to the masked man and swung his sword. The rooster-masked man dodged by jumping to the side, though his right shoulder was cut. He gritted his teeth and grabbed his bleeding shoulder. Santiago chuckled as he slowly walked to the man.
"C'mon!" Santiago taunted. "Is that all you got?!"
Just as Santiago lifted up his sword, the chicken-masked killer lunged back up on his feet and grabbed the sword. Santiago grunted in confusion as he and and the other killer wrestled for the sword. The chicken-masked man kicked Santiago to the wall and then jammed the katana into his heart.
Mary and Darrell gasped as Santiago looked down to his bleeding chest with wide, scared eyes. The chicken-masked killer pulled out the katana from Santiago, who slowly fell down dead.
"SANTIAGO! NO!" Darrell yelled as tightened his grip on his nunchucks and charged at the man.
The chicken-masked man was pushed to the wall as Darrell angrily tried to kill him. The man dodged Darrell's punch and rolled to the side with his katana in his hands. Darrell swung his nunchucks at the masked man, causing him to tumble to the floor. Darrell jumped on top of him and grabbed his head. Grabbing the katana, the chicken-masked man thrusted it into Darrell's shoulder, causing the assassin to back off while holding his bleeding shoulder. The man took this opportunity to swing his sword. Darrell widen his eyes as he stepped back a bit before he fell down. His head rolled away from his freshly-sliced bloody neck.
"SHIT! DARRELL!" Mary shrieked as she pointed her Uzis at the killer and fire the triggers. The chicken-masked killer dived behind a desk as Mary yelled in rage.
"YOU FUCKING SHITHEAD!!!" She roared as she clenched her teeth furiously. "I'LL KILL YOU!"
The chicken-masked killer grabbed the nearby nunchucks and started to twirl them. As Mary tried to reload quickly, the man took this opportunity to jump up from the desk with the nunchucks equipped. He swung it at Mary, causing the woman to drop down to the floor in pain. She quickly got back up with a snarl behind her dragon mask. As the masked man spun the nunchucks, Mary yelled as she charged at him. The masked man grabbed her and punched her in the stomach and then the chest before hitting her in the head with the nunchucks until she dropped down to the floor with gritted teeth. The masked man looked to his right and saw a big computer screen. He wasted no time picking it up and lifting it up in the air. Mary groaned in pain as she opened her eyes a bit. They shot wide open when she saw the rooster-masked man lifting a computer up in the air, ready to drop it on her.
"OH GOD NO!" Mary screamed as she lifted up her hand in fear.
*SMASH*
Twilight and the Shadowbolts all looked horrified at the sight that bestowed upon them. The masked man panted as he stared at the scene. He glanced at the man laying in a puddle of his own blood, the man with his head sliced off, and the woman laying on the floor with a broken computer screen smashed in her head. He slowly turned to the teenage girls that witnessed this whole thing. A majority of them were all scared and even sobbed a bit, especially the pink girl with green hair with headphones who cried the most. He noticed how the yellowish girl with a rose-colored ponytail looked scared the most, hiding behind the purple girl with glasses with a frightened look on her yellowish face. Both the blue-haired yellowish girl and the light turquoise-skinned girl were hugging each other in fear as the gray-haired girl with twin ponytails was panting heavily while shaking.
Silently, the rooster-masked killer left the internet cafe.
ACT IV - Massacre
November 5, 2015
Jacket let out a bored sigh as he sat in a table outside of a local cafe.
It's been a while since that incident back in his prison cell which led him into this strange world. His city is quite similar to Miami, but had some differences. For one thing, no Russians, a change Jacket greatly welcomed. It also seemed to be more colorful and peaceful. He heard rumors about this school that possessed great magic. There were also reports of magic three times, the last report involved a rival school. Jacket did not care about that. He thought magic was just bullshit.
Jacket realized that he did not know how long has it been since he warped into this world. He hasn't been keeping track of the days. He didn't care. All he cared about was that he finally has a home.
Well, more appropriate to say, he's waiting for the chance to have a home.
As he quietly ate his plate of extra cheesy quesadilla, he waited for three people. He recently saw a flyer for an apartment with a reasonable rent price. Sure, the apartment was in bad shape, but Jacket's apartment back in Miami was also in bad shape in his eyes, so this shouldn't be bad. He stuck out his tongue. He should have gotten pizza, because this quesadilla tasted a bit funky.
"Don't screw this up like last time, Sonata!" A female voice behind Jacket hissed.
"What did I do last time?" Another female voice behind Jacket whined.
"You didn't shut up about tacos, that's what!" A female third voice bitterly replied.
"Oh c'mon, you're never going to let me hear the end of that, are you?"
"Just shut up, Sonata!"
"Yeah! I know you can't shut up, but maybe try something like stop talking with that big fat mouth of yours!"
Jacket rubbed his eyes. He hoped these girls would just go away. He hated hearing people argue. Unfortunately for him, the arguments did not die out as the girls who were fighting at each other walked into Jacket's sight.
One of the girls was yellow-skinned and had a unique hairstyle: orange hair that was giant and puffy-looking. Another girl had violet for her skin color and had twin ponytails. The last girl had a dark blue ponytail and light blue skin. Jacket raised an eyebrow. Another thing different was that most of the humans here looked...freakish. Variant colors for skin color and freakish hairstyles? Then again, he wore a chicken mask, so Jacket wasn't one to complain.
"Will you girls shut up?" The yellow girl hissed at the violet and blue girls. "We need to find the guy who wants to stay at our apartment."
The violet girl rolled her eyes. "What kind of a loser wants to stay at our place?"
Jacket cleared his throat.
The girls turned around and saw the blonde man with a letterman jacket eating a quesadilla while staring at the girls with no identifiable emotion on his face. So these are the three for the apartment? Jacket thought.
"You're the one who wants to apartment space?" The yellow girl asked Jacket, who nodded in surprise.
The violet girl scratched her arm. "Uh, didn't mean to call you a loser," she said before glaring at the blue girl, "Nice going, you idiot."
"What did I do?!"
"You made me call him a loser! Are you trying to make us not get any rent money!"
"Aria, shut up!"
"You shut up, Adiago!"
"All of you shut up! I didn't do anything!"
As the girls bitterly argued, Jacket noticed how the other cafe patrons are directing their attention to the argument. Jacket realized that he needed to get these girls to stop arguing. He shrugged and raised his hand up in the air as he rolled it up into a clenched fist. He slammed it down at the table, making a bang noise that immediately shut up the three girls. Their angry faces were replaced with shocked expressions as Jacket glared at them. The patrons were also shocked before they slowly turned away and continued their business.
"Um, sorry about that." The violet girl choked out with a shy look on her face.
Jacket shook his head and pointed to the blue girl. The violet girl seemed surprise and her face quickly twisted into an angry look on her face.
"Are you freaking crazy?!" The violet girl barked at Jacket. "Why should I apologize to her?!"
Jacket growled.
"Um, I mean," The violet girl muttered as she shot an apologetic look at the blue girl. "I'm sorry, Sonata."
"Um, it's okay." The blue girl replied, "I'm sorry too, Aria and Adiago."
"I'm sorry for yelling at you two." The yellow girl added.
They slowly turned to Jacket, who nodded in approval despite his emotionless face. The girls looked nervously at each other. They don't know why, but they all think it's wise not to piss off the blonde man.
"So, uh," The yellow girl coughed uncomfortably. "Relating back to the apartment, we have a spot open. You saw how much the rent costs on the flyer, right?"
Jacket reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out some money, which made the girls widen their eyes just a tiny bit. He hoped they did not ask HOW he got this much money in the first place.
"Just a moment please."
The trio of girls turned around and started to whisper.
"What do you girls think?"
"This guy looks creepy. What if he killed people or something?"
"He's a bit strange but I'm sure he looks like the guy who doesn't like hurting other people."
"He has money. We need money. Our place is a total dump and we barely have enough food. Up to this point, I don't care if he's killed a guy or two."
"I guess it's settled then..."
The trio of girls turned around and smiled at Jacket. Jacket handed the money to the yellow girl, who took it and placed a pair of keys on his palm. Jacket placed the keys on his jeans pocket and nodded his thanks at the girls. He finished the last of his food and picked up the empty paper plate to throw it away. Just as he threw it in the trash can, he looked back to the girls.
"Feel free to come in your new home anytime you want." The yellow girl said to Jacket, who nodded.
Before he could walk away, the blue girl spoke up. "Oh hey, we didn't give you our names. I'm Sonata Dusk."
"Aria Blaze." The violet girl said. "Just call me Aria."
"I'm Adagio Dazzle." The yellow girl added. "And you are...?"
Before she could finish her sentence, the blonde man walked away. The girls just stood there watching him walked away.
"Huh." Sonata said in disbelief. "Didn't give us his name."
"I still think this is a bad idea." Aria grumbled as she crossed her arms.
"I don't care." Adagio mumbled. "Ever since we lost our powers thanks to those magical girls, we've been living in a garbage dump. We need to do whatever we can to survive. Even if it means letting a creepy, silent man into our homes. Though he did do a good job in getting us to shut up and apologize to each other."
Aria and Sonata silently nodded in agreement as Adagio put the money in her pants pocket.
It was official. Jacket hated quesadillas. Hell, he was probably scared of them now.
Now that he got a new home, Jacket decided to walk around a bit. Maybe get to know some places he would visit that was near the apartment. He hoped the apartment was near some pizzerias or a VHS store. But from what he can tell, VHS's have become ancient history. Such a shame. He missed watching slasher movies and war films on VHS's.
However, as he walked around a bit, he started to feel a bit uneasy. The food he had just ate was probably poisoned or something, because he needed to use the restroom badly. He looked around but saw nothing but more residential buildings and a bank. He groaned and hoped the bank had a bathroom.
As he entered the bank, a car parked into a street across the bank. Inside the car were two male teenagers. They were all green-skinned and wore some street clothes. One of them had white shaggy hair and the other one had long red hair. Their faces were clean from any facial hair. The two teenagers were busy looking at the bank for a while until three men entered the bank.
"If this plan is going to work," The red-haired teenager grumbled, "We need some good muscle."
"I already hired three guys, not the ones who are trying to be hired as Tirek's lackeys." The white-haired teenager responded as he looked at the bank with a pair of binoculars.
"You sure about these three guys?" The red-haired teenager asked. "We need some quality grade killers for this plan to work."
"Don't worry." The white-haired teenager answered. "We told them that we were going to test their skill. They just need to find a briefcase of money and bring it back to us."
The white-haired teenager smiled as he saw a couple of vans park near the bank. The doors from the vans opened and a couple of ski-masked men jumped out of the vans.
"Of course that isn't the REAL test." He chuckled as he watched the masked men pulled out their guns and weapons.
13th Scene - Pursuit
Jacket groaned and hoped the bank had a bathroom.
He proceeded to enter inside the bank. He admitted that going to a bank just to use the restroom was a bit stupid, but after eating that quesadilla, the last of his dignity kind of just died. Besides, he did stupider things in the past. Boy did he do stupider things...
Ignoring his memories with the past, Jacket looked quickly around for the restroom. The bank was medium-sized with not that much people in it, most whom were either sitting in desks with accountants, security guards walking around, or just standing in line to the teller desks. There was a large water fountain placed near the entrance of the bank, depicting what seemed to be horse with a unicorn horn and pegasus wings. Back in Jacket's world, they are called unicorns, but in this world, they're called alicorns. Unicorns just have horns and pegasi just have wings. Jacket wondered why they weren't just called unicorns, since that's what they were. And for that matter, why are they always princesses or princes? Just as he was about to wonder why there never any alicorn kings or queens, Jacket shook his head in annoyance and focused primarily on the restroom.
After walking around a bit more, Jacket let out a sigh of relief when he finally found the restrooms. He quickly entered it and ran to the nearest toilet stall.
As Jacket took his time in the restroom, three men entered the bank. Each of them looked aggressive and had sleeveless t-shirts which exposed their tattooed muscles. They walked around a bit, seemingly searching for something.
Eventually, Jacket was finished with his business and proceeded to wash his hands calmly. He finished and dried his hands with some paper towels. Almost killed by a quesadilla, Jacket thought to himself in dismay. What else can go wrong?
"NOBODY FUCKING MOVE! THIS IS A FUCKING ROBBERY!!!"
Jacket's ears perked up and he burst through the restroom door. Hiding behind a wall, he spotted black-dressed men with ski masks on their faces and weapons in their hands. A couple of them shot their rifles on the ceiling, causing all the people in the bank to scream in horror.
The security guards tried to pull out their pistols but were quickly killed by the robbers. The three tattooed men whispered to each other and shrugged. They pulled out their desert eagles and fired at the robbers. After gunning down one robber, the rest of them fired at the tattooed men, who hid behind a desk. Another robber took this time to sprint behind the desk and point his twin MP5's at the robbers. The tattooed men looked up and were immediately shot dead.
Jacket let out a growl before he spotted a robber next to him who did not notice the blonde man. Jacket thought for a bit. Be a hero or go with it? He wondered. Fuck it.
It was now or never.
Jacket ran up behind the robber and snapped his neck. Before the dead robber fell to the ground, Jacket quickly swiped his machine gun rifle and ski mask. After quickly putting on the mask, Jacket proceeded to fire at the robbers.
After gunning down two robbers, the other robbers detected Jacket and snarled at him. "Kill him!"
Jacket jumped to a nearby desk and glared at the robbers who were trying to shoot him. Two of them ran to the desk with Uzis in their hands. Each of them appeared on each side of the desk and pointed their weapons at the blonde man. Jacket quickly dashed behind one of the robber and directed his Uzi at the other robber, shooting him by mistake. He then swiped his Uzi before snapping the robber's neck.
Jacket jumped back to the desk and used his other free hand to grab the rifle. He gritted his teeth as he stood up from his cover and ran to another desk. As he ran, he pointed both his Uzi and rifle at the masked men and fired. The bank patrons began to scream and closed their eyes, hearing only the sounds of crying, gunfire, and the death throes of three robbers.
Just as Jacket reached the desk, three robbers jumped behind the teller desks and began to fire. Five robbers hid behind the large water fountain while the other two sprinted towards Jacket. One of them jumped on top of the desk and began to fire. Jacket hid under the desk, avoiding the gunfire, and then proceeded to fire up towards the desk. The robbers watched as the bullets flew through the top of the desk, killing the robber on top of the desk. Jacket heard the robber fall to the ground and saw another robber appear in his sight with his shotgun ready to fire off a shell.
The robbers behind the teller desks heard one of their men being killed, causing them to steady their guns at the desk. A chunk of the walls was shot off from a shotgun, causing the robbers to shoot at debris, thinking the blonde man was there. Upon realizing they were tricked, they were immediately gunned down by Jacket with his Uzi and rifle, who jumped from the other side of the desk. Their blood splattered into the walls and some frightened bank patrons who screamed in terror.
One of the robbers jumped from the fountain and grabbed an overweight man who he presumed is the manager of the bank
"Do anything else and I'll blow this guy's brains out, motherfucker!" The masked robber hissed at the hiding Jacket.
"Do what he says, you'll get us all killed!" The manager scolded at the blonde man.
Shut the fuck up, fat man, this shit is none of your business, Jacket grumbled in his mind. He leapt from his cover and fired a bullet directly into the robber's head, releasing the bank manager in the process.
Taking a deep breath, Jacket soon sprinted towards the fountain. The remaining robbers quickly pointed their guns at him and fired. The patrons were astonished at the sight of Jacket strafing to the side, avoiding all of the bullets.
One of the robbers tried to reload only to get plunged into the water from the fountain. He tried to get up but was unable to do so when Jacket shoved his foot on the man's back, refusing to let the man get out of the water. As he began to drown the man in water, Jacket quickly pointed his Uzi at the robbers and pulled on the trigger until the magazine from the gun was clean dry. As he saw the robbers laying in their own blood, Jacket turned to the man in the water fountain. The bubbles coming from his body have stopped, resulting in Jacket lifting his foot off the dead man's back.
Without hesitating, Jacket charged out of the bank while gasping for air. He removed his mask as he stood outside, rubbing his eyes with a shocked look in his face. Jacket wasted no time fleeing away from the bank.
This store music sounds familiar, Jacket thought to himself.
After that...event that just happened a while ago, Jacket decided to pay a visit in some convenience store that was coincidentally a couple of blocks away from his apartment. He looked around, seeing many things like snacks, drinks, and even some supplies for Halloween, or Nightmare Night as this world calls it, despite the fact that it is November.
Jacket couldn't help but become mentally amused in his mind. Reminded him of how stores sold Valentine's Day supplies during Christmas time back on Earth. Apparently Valentine's Day is Hearts and Hooves Day while Christmas is now Hearth's Warming Eve. He also discovered how some places are named after actual places on Earth, but with some kind of horse-related thing. Manehattan? Los Pegasus? Fillydelphia? What was with this world's fixation on horses? At least that explains the horse fountain at the bank.
Shaking his head, Jacket looked around to find some beer and chips when suddenly he stopped in his tracks. He couldn't believe what he had just saw. He had to rub his eyes and slap himself in the cheeks a bit to test if he was sleeping. He certainly wasn't.
Laying next to the plastic jack-o'-lanterns and party-sized cherry sours was a plastic mask. A mask of a red and white rooster.
Quietly, Jacket picked up the mask and thoroughly observed it, looking at the front, back, and sides. This wasn't just some rooster mask. It looked like the exact same rooster mask back on Earth. Jacket's breath trembled as he brought up his thoughts on his past.
He can still hear them. The crackling sounds of gunfire. The screams of Russian mobsters. The squishes of their brains on the floor. The gurgling death throes of those Ruskie bastards...
Jacket growled as he shook his head from those thoughts. He looked at the rooster mask in deep thought. After some time, he decided to forgot about the beer and chips and instead walked up to the cashier with the rooster mask.
"A lil' too late for Halloween, sir." The female cashier mumbled as she gave him his change and the mask inside a plastic bag. "But it's none of my business. Have a nice day, sir."
Jacket nodded his thanks at the cashier and soon left the store with the mask inside the plastic bag. He started to sprint at the apartment. He stopped to get a look of it. The red and black apartment was about five stories tall and, judging from some cracked brick walls and several shattered window panes, was a piece of shit.
Jacket shrugged. At least he had a home. As he calmly walked to the place where the three girls were at, Jacket began to ponder a bit. Why are these three young girls holding up in a shithole like this? They seem like nice and shy girls, at least when they're not arguing amongst one another.
Eventually, he stood in front of the door to their place. Taking out his keys, Jacket began to unlock the door and open it. As expected, their place looked like shit. There were patches on the carpet, broken concrete walls, and a stench that's making Jacket sick already.
He spotted the three girls from before, sitting in a table eating a lunch consisting of...saltine crackers and water. That's it.
"Oh hey there!" Sonata greeted with a grin. "Welcome to your new home!"
"It stinks, but it will do." Aria grumbled as she continued to eat her lunch.
"Feel free to make yourself at home." Adagio said to Jacket as she sighed. "I mean, it's your new home now."
Jacket nodded and looked at the couch, which looked dirty and ripped, but was still okay to sit on. Yawning, the blonde man placed his plastic bag on the couch and soon sat on it. He ruffled his hair as he looked around with his emotionless face.
Home sweet home.
The two teenagers watched Jacket quietly exited out of the store.
"That motherfucker just killed all of those robbers all on his own." The white-haired teenager stammered in complete disbelief
"What about the three men you hired?" The red-haired teenager asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Dead. But they're expendable, so big whoop." The white-haired teenager responded without a care in his tone. "But what I'm more interested is that man there."
The red-haired teenager grinned as he looked through his binoculars. "Well, I know where the son of a bitch lives now."
He pointed to the red and black apartment that was a few blocks away. The two teenagers grinned maliciously as they drove away.
14th Scene - Old Habits
November 7, 2015
Nothing new today, Jacket thought to himself in a dismayed tone.
Jacket laid on his bed, reading today's newspaper. The bed he laid on was raggy as hell and kind of itched his back a bit. He did not care. Jacket grunted as he found nothing interesting in the news, resulting in him throwing the newspaper at his wall.
The only thing interesting that popped up was Jacket's rumbling stomach, making him wonder what's in the fridge. He jumped off his bed and stretched a bit before leaving his room.
As soon as he arrived in the living room, he saw the three girls playing cards while drinking some grape juice. They were too preoccupied with their game and conversation, so they did not notice Jacket standing there.
"It's been 2 days since we let...that guy stay over." Aria said calmly as she threw her cards in the center of the table. "We don't even know his name."
"I don't care." Adagio grumbled as she picked up the cards in the center of the table. "He gives us money for rent and he seems like a nice guy."
"Besides, there are worse things out there." Sonata replied as she sipped her grape juice. "Heard about that robbery 2 days ago?"
"I know!" Aria responded in disbelief. "One guy took down 24 robbers all by himself."
"The people in the bank were too scared to give a clear description of him." Adagio stated as she shook her head. "You think this guy is magical or something? I mean, killing all of those robbers without getting killed? Maybe this is still some magic or something..."
"Oh hey...dude?" Sonata greeted the blonde man with a smile.
The rest of the girls turned to Jacket, who was waving his hand gently. They stared at him before waving back at him. Jacket quietly headed towards the kitchen. The three girls just shrugged and went back to playing their card game.
"I like his jacket." Sonata said to herself as she lifted up her five cards.
Jacket opened the fridge and pulled out a celery stick. He began to chew on it as he went to the living room and sat on the couch. He let out a sigh, planning on just walking around, maybe see some sightseeing. Maybe this school, Canterlot something. He heard some rumors about them, involving magical ponies and pure magic. Bullshit.
RRRRRIIIINNNG RRRRRIIIINNNG
"Get the phone, will ya?" Aria asked Jacket.
The blonde man looked at the phone and back to the girls. He shrugged as he stood up and walked to the red phone sitting on top of a cracked desk. He picked the phone up and placed it on his ear. The voice from the phone began to speak.
"Hello?"
Jacket did not say a single word nor express any emotion on his face.
"Is this the man who is living with the Dazzlings?"
Jacket raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"You know, the Dazzlings? The girls who almost took over that school, Canterlot High, with their siren singing? Their names are Adagio Dazzle, Aria Blaze, and Sonata Dusk?"
Jacket turned to the girls, busy with their card game. Dazzlings? Canterlot High? Siren singing? He thought before turning around.
"Whatever. Those were some sweet moves you did at the bank two days ago."
Jacket's stoic face was replaced with a surprised expression.
"Yeah, we know it was you. Killing 24 heavily armed men without getting killed. You really are something special, you know that?"
Jacket simply growled a bit.
"Why am I calling you? Simple. We need some...guys who needed to be 'decommissioned,' if you know what I'm saying."
Jacket understood what he meant by 'decommissioning' some guys. After all, he 'decommissioned' some Russians before.
"All you have to do is go into these locations we tell you to go to and you kill every bastard there. Not so hard. Hell, we'll even pay you. We also like to be subtle as possible in our orders. You'll understand once we tell you where to go. Sound good?"
Jacket simply glared at the phone and was about to slam the phone back into the desk until the voice started to chuckle.
"You think we're that stupid enough to not know you're gonna refuse? We know where you live. Shit, we even know about the three girls you're with."
Jacket's eyes widen as he quietly turned to the girls.
"The funny thing about these Dazzlings, that's what they're called, is that they used to be sirens who tried to take over Canterlot High. But after some girls stopped them, those Dazzlings now live in complete shit." The voice paused before it changed its voice into a mocking tone. "Heh, I bet you don't believe us."
The one thing I agree with them, Jacket bitterly thought to himself.
"Look, the point is that if you don't do what we tell you...well, if you think the girls need a better place to live in......the morgue's nice these days..."
Jacket clenched his teeth in rage as he balled up his other hand in a trembling fist.
"Heh heh, I thought so. Now then," the voice paused to clear its throat a bit, "Around a few blocks from that shopping mall, there's a house with...'misbehaving children' there. We need a 'babysitter' to make sure these brats learn some matters. Oh, and get rid of their...milk money...if you know what I'm saying."
Jacket winced at the caller's cryptic message. It reminded him of those cryptic messages in Miami, ordering him to kill all those Russians. Not that Jacket had a problem with that in the first place. And judging from the 'milk money,' he had to burn down their cash stashes.
"We're watching you. Do not fail us. Oh, and wear something so that these sons of bitches will not recognize you. I would wish you luck, but I can tell you don't need that."
The phone suddenly went silent, leaving Jacket standing there with the phone still up to his ear. He sighed, realizing he has no choice. He turned to the girls, Dazzlings as the phone call stated. Sirens who took over the school? He dismissed that idea as utter bullcrap.
They told him to wear something to hide his identity. He knew the perfect item. It was currently hiding inside a backpack that was placed near the door. Jacket cleared his throat at the trio of girls, grabbing their attention. As they turned to Jacket, they saw the blonde man pointing to the door.
"Gotta go do something?" Sonata asked. "Okay, but bring us dinner, okay? Tacos for me, please?"
Jacket nodded as the girls went back into playing their cards. He took his backpack and soon headed out.
Jacket walked up to the old, abandoned house that stood before him. He did not know that this world had some seedy parts. Some things just can't change. He took out his backpack and pulled out the rooster mask. After throwing away the backpack, he slid his hand on the plastic mask.
He closed his eyes in fury. The memories still haunted him. The memories of Russians being slaughtered. The sounds of bullets going through their bodies. The screams of those Russian bastards being bashed to death or chopped up like a damn butcher in his natural habitat.
With his eyes still closed, he placed the mask on his head. He felt the cold plastic mask on his face and the back of his head, causing him to shiver a bit. He opened his eyes, seeing perfectly through the mask. He clenched his fist in rage. He had left behind his past back on Earth.
It seems that old habits can never die.
Walking up to the door, he cracked his knuckles and kicked the door open, knocking down someone behind the door. As soon as Jacket entered the house, he looked down at who he had just knocked down. Jacket took note of the gangster's black attire, knowing who to kill.
The gangster regained his vision and stared up at Jacket, taking a good look at him. "Is this a fucking joke?" He grumbled as he quickly stood up. "Nightmare Night was last week, asshole."
The gangster tried to throw a punch, only to have his fist grabbed by Jacket. He widen his eyes before Jacket shoved him to a wall. The masked man lifted up his fist and crushed the gangster's skull against the wall.
Jacket let out a breath of fresh air as the dead gangster slumped to the floor. It sure brings back old memories of his masked killings. He looked to his right and saw another door. He walked up to it and opened it slowly. He was met with another gangster too preoccupied urinating in a toilet. He grabbed the back of the gangster's head and jammed it into the toilet, killing the gangster and spraying part of the bathroom with water and some blood.
As Jacket left the bathroom, he turned to his left and noticed some stairways going up. He sprinted towards the stairway and headed up the second floor of the house.
He arrived the second floor and quickly hid behind a wall. He spotted a nearby gangster patrolling around with a baseball bat in his hands. The gangster turned around to walk in the other direction, giving Jacket the change to sprint up to him. He kicked him to the floor and kicked down into his head, smashing it into pieces.
Jacket walked to his left until he heard a gangster alerted. "The fuck are you?!" Jacket turned around and saw the gangster with a machete in his grip. He ran towards Jacket with his weapon swinging. Jacket ducked down to avoid the swing and bashed the gangster with the baseball bat. Just as Jacket was about to walk away, he paused and looked down to see the gangster still alive, struggling to crawl away while soaked in his blood. Jacket calmly walked to the gangster and grabbed the back of his head. With a swift motion, the gangster's head was twisted 180 degrees, revealing his shocked expression on his face.
Jacket walked away from the dead man and entered the other room. He noticed a nearby gangster with a pistol. Before the man could react, his face was smashed by the rooster-masked man. Jacket could hear the gasp of another gangster across the room. He turned and saw how the gangster tried to whip out his pistol. Jacket quickly grabbed the dead guy's pistol and fired it, putting a bullet into the gangster's head.
Jacket walked forward until he saw a door to his right. He tried to open it until he realized it was locked. Wondering what to do, he turned to the window to his left. With an idea freshly brewed in his mind, Jacket opened the window and carefully stepped on the ledge of the building. With his back plastered to the exterior wall, Jacket carefully moved to the right. He made sure not to look down and to hope to God that a window was going to pop up soon. Do these people of this world have a God? He heard rumors about a goddess named Lauren Faust...
His thoughts were interrupted and replaced with relief when he finally saw another window. He carefully opened it with silence in hopes to not alert anybody. He entered the room where he saw the sight of a couple of gangsters playing poker while smoking weed. They dropped their blunts at the sight of a rooster-masked man in front of them. Before they could pull out their Mendoza HM-3 guns, they were immediately gunned down by a stoic Jacket. As soon as they dropped to the floor with their blood splattered to the poker table, Jacket turned around and noticed their 'milk money' in the form scattered piles of cold hard cash. Jacket grabbed one of the lighters from the dead gangsters and threw it at the money piles, burning them to a crisp.
With his job done, he headed to the first floor to get out of here. As soon as he reached the bottom of the staircase, however, he was met with more gangsters with assault rifles and surprised looks on their faces. "Who the fuck is this chicken freak?!" One of the gangsters blurted out in confusion before his head was hit by a bullet, courtesy of Jacket.
"Shit, the chicken freak's attacking! Kill him!"
Jacket dived into a wall at the right, avoiding the gunfire intended to hit him. He quickly checked the magazine from the pistol, counting three more bullets. What a coincidence. There are three gangsters trying to blow his head off his neck. He quickly dived to the side, firing off another bullet while midair. Another gangster was shot dead, leaving the two gangsters in rage. They sprinted forward and towards the right wall. One tried to point his rifle at Jacket only to be grabbed by the masked man and used as a shield. As the other gangster tried to point his gun at Jacket and not his colleague, the masked man fired another bullet at his chest before using the last bullet at the temple of the body shield. He threw the dead body shield to the ground and dropped the pistol. That should be all for today.
Jacket took off his mask for a moment to rub his forehead. Not bad for his first job. As he put his mask back on, he walked to the exit, wondering how long will he have to keep taking these jobs. One thing is for sure though: he still hasn't lost his touch.
As he exited out of the house, Jacket did not notice the two teenagers parked across the street. The white-haired teen chuckled to himself.
"The chicken-masked guy is good." He admitted. "We're definitely going to use him from now on."
The red-haired teen sneered as he saw Jacket ran away. "It's only a matter of time until we overthrow Tirek and Scorpan..."
15th Scene - Truth
November 30, 2015
3:01 PM
"On it, Scorpan." One of the gangsters replied as he exited out of the room, leaving his boss alone in rage. Surrounded by armed guards and boxes full of cash, the young man sat in a black chair behind a desk with his arms crossed.
Scorpan's headquarters was not different than his brother's, though it seemed to be in better condition. The apartment had enough firepower to stop those three killers.
The thought of those three killers made Scorpan even more furious. Ever since the news of the chicken freak became infamous, there were now these masked killers, all targeting Scorpan's business. He lost a good amount of meth, guns, cash, and loyal men. Scorpan had a possible assumption of who is behind the killings of his own men and destruction of his supplies.
"It could be Tirek's doing." Scorpan pondered to himself as he put a hand on his forehead. "But maybe these killers are targeting both me and my brother. Heh, I should consider myself lucky. I'm stuck with those three killers. Tirek is stuck with that rooster-masked assassin. I say he's had it rough the most. Heh, almost makes me feel sorry for him. Almost."
A gangster entered in the room with a tray containing a bottle of scotch whiskey and an empty glass. Scorpan, despite his bad mood, politely thanked the gangster and began to pour himself a glass. Just as he took a sip, he heard his cell phone vibrating. With a raised eyebrow, Scorpan took out his phone from his pants. He answered it as he put the phone near his ear.
"May I help you?" Scorpan calmly answered as he leaned back a bit.
The gangsters around Scorpan watched him calmly listen to the phone. After some time on the phone, the young man's eyes slowly widen as he carefully stood up from his seat.
"You don't say..." He said in disbelief to the person on the phone. "Go on."
He left his desk as he continued to listen to the person on the phone. "Who exactly?" Scorpan asked before pausing. "Oh, him. Great. And he's at where exactly?"
Scorpan grinned after the person on the phone quickly answered the question. "You've been a great help, you know that? Thanks."
He hung up the phone and headed for the exit. Along the way, he called two of his gangsters.
"You two are coming with me." Scorpan ordered. "I need some men to escort me somewhere."
The two men looked at each other before shrugging. As they walked with their boss, one of them asked a question out of curiosity. "So, uh, where exactly are we going?"
Scorpan narrowed his eyes in determination. "We're paying a visit to Svengallop's Bar."
"Hey Scorpan, why are we going to that jackass's bar?" One of the accompanying gangsters asked his boss. Scorpan and two other gangsters walked through the streets while Scorpan cracking his knuckles.
"An informant, who just happens to be someone in my gang, witnessed the three killers in that bar." Scorpan answered before he placed a hand on his chin. "Well, allegedly witnessed. He wasn't sure. He did tell me, however, that the owner of the bar eavesdropped on the conversation. He may have some information for me. So might as well pay Svengallop a visit."
"Should we go in with you?" The other accompanying gangster asked.
"No thanks." Scorpan replied. "I can take care of this by myself. You just wait out here while I get some answers. It should not take that long."
After taking another corner, Scorpan spotted the bar. He also spotted some cars parked and a thug standing in front of the entrance. Scorpan rolled his eyes in dismay when he saw the attire the guard was wearing.
"Oh right, I forgot." Scorpan grumbled. "Some of Tirek's thugs reserved this bar for some party or something. These guys aren't going to be happy seeing me."
Scorpan noticed how his men tried to pull out their pistols. He immediately stopped them by placing a hand on their shoulders.
"I don't want a big mess." Scorpan said as he glared at the bar. "I can handle them myself. You just stay out here until I come back."
The gangsters looked at each with concern before turning to Scorpan who was already walking towards the bar. He arrived at the entrance where a thug smoked a cigarette while covering the entrance. The thug glanced towards Scorpan before growling.
"You're the boss's pet brother, aren't you?" The thug hissed at the young man. "The hell are you doing here? Only the boss's men are allowed. You ain't."
"Not nice to call me a pet." Scorpan calmly replied as he crossed his arms. "I don't want trouble. I just need to speak with the manager of this bar."
"Speak with him another time." The thug grumbled back. "There's a party inside so come back another time."
"It won't take more than a second." Scorpan responded with some annoyance in his tone. "Just need to talk to the manager and then I'll be on my way."
"What part of 'come back another time' do you not understand, motherfucker?" The gangster hissed back as he glared at Scorpan. "Get lost."
Scorpan narrowed his eyes at the gangster. After giving each other dirty looks, Scorpan settled with a smirk as he stepped up a bit.
"You got a gun?" Scorpan asked with a grin.
The gangster looked at Scorpan as if the young man had grew a second head. Afterwards, he simply growled and flicked his cigarette at the young man's chest.
"Get outta here." The gangster demanded as he started to kick Scorpan's leg. "Get the fuck outta here!"
On instinct, Scorpan's face went from a grin to a scowl as he whipped out a pistol from his pants and placed the barrel on the gangster's right shoulder.
Scorpan fired the gun, causing the nearby wall to be splattered with blood as the gangster screamed and clenched his bleeding shoulder. Scorpan ignored the injured thug and waltzed through the entrance.
As he entered the bar, he was met with a couple of Tirek's men sitting in a table with beer in their hands. They dropped their beer at the sight of Scorpan. They pulled out butterfly knives and charged at the young man. One of them swung his knife only to miss when Scorpan dodged out of the way. Scorpan grabbed the gangster's wrist and twisted it, causing the gangster to yell in pain. He swiped the knife from his hand and jammed it into the other gangster's knee, causing him to grab it as he fell to the ground, yelping in pain. Scorpan grabbed a nearby gangster's chest and headbutted him, making the thug collapse to the ground with a bloody forehead. Scorpan picked up the butterfly knife and headed to his right.
He was met with two more gangsters drinking beer. They put down their beer and stood from the table they were seated at. One of them pulled out a baseball bat while the other one whipped out a pistol. The one with the baseball bat attempted to strike down Scorpan, only for him to get punched in the face and grabbed as a body shield. The pistol-equipped gangster tried to shoot at Scorpan but accidentally hit the body shield's shoulder. He threw the body shield to the floor, who was too preoccupied in holding his bleeding shoulder, and quickly sprinted to the other gangster. Scorpan sliced the gangster's hand, causing him to drop the gun before he got punched in the face.
Scorpan continued on walking until he came across more gangsters near the bar counter. They were drinking whiskey and shouting in praise...until they saw Scorpan. Their faces of joy and excitement was wiped away and replaced with scowls of disapproval. Upon seeing the angry men, the anonymous bartender hid behind the bar counter with a nervous look on his face.
"The fuck is HE doing here?!" One of the gangsters roared as he pulled out a Uzi.
"Hey asshole!" Another gangster yelled as he took out his lead pipe from behind his back. "This party's for Tirek's gang only! No one else allowed!"
"Waste his ass!"
The gangsters equipped with guns began to fire at Scorpan, who dived behind a pool table. He pulled out his pistol and fired at the shooting gangster. He made sure not to kill them, just disable them. He fired at their legs, causing them to cease fire and held their profusely bleeding legs. The other gangsters jumped out of the way and got their melee weapons ready. Upon realizing his pistol and dry empty, Scorpan threw the gun away and grabbed one of the pool cues. He dodged a fire axe attack and chainlink whip strike and struck the cue at two gangsters, breaking the cue in the process. One gangster punched Scorpan on the face, who merely wiped the blood from his nose and launched the gangster on top of the pool table. After smashing the gangster's head against the pool table, rendering the gangster into a state of unconsciousness, Scorpan grabbed another pool cue and began to swing it at other gangsters, striking them back to the floor. He dropped the cue on the floor and walked away, only for another gangster hiding behind bar counter to grab the cue and charge at Scorpan. Just as the cue was about to hit his face, Scorpan grabbed it and pushed the end into the gangster's stomach. As the gangster backed off a bit and groaned while holding his bruised stomach, the last thing he saw before getting knocked out was Scorpan's bloodied fist.
Scorpan entered through the last room where he met another thug and a man in a business suit with glasses and a goofy-looking haircut. The thug sprinted towards Scorpan, only to have his gut punched and then have himself launched to the wall. The dressed man gulped as Scorpan turned from the unconscious thug and towards the dressed man. As Scorpan walked forward, his furious glare made the dressed man whimper in fear as he stepped back a bit.
"Look man," the dressed man stuttered as he stared at Scorpan. "I don't want any trouble here...the safe is open, just take what you want and go! Let's be civil about this?!"
"Shut it, Svengallop." Scorpan growled as he approached the trembling man. "I just need some answers."
He placed a hand on Svengallop's neck. "And a damn good reason why I should not put you in the hospital as well."
"S-sure!" Svengallop sputtered in fear. "Ask away, my man!"
"Okay, first off, don't call me 'my man.'" Scorpan hissed as rage began to fill up his body. "Now then, an informant of mine told me that you eavesdropped over three tough-looking people who are supposedly destroying what I have. What do you know?"
Svengallop gulped as he smiled nervously. "I-I don't know what you're talking about!"
Scorpan responded by violently shoving the scared man into the wall and hardening his grip around Svengallop's neck.
"Wrong answer, suit." Scorpan grimly said as he could hear the frightened man choking. "Another one and you win a free permanent vacation to the cemetery."
"N-no wait! Don't kill me!" Svengallop choked with tears forming in his eyes. "Look, they were talking to these two guys. I think they're working for those two or something! I don't know what they looked like. They were dressed up heavily with these trench coats and stuff."
So those three killers are working for these two guys? Scorpan thought. I still need some information other than this.
"Is that all you have...?" Scorpan calmly replied as he pulled out a butterfly knife. "Wouldn't want that stupid haircut of yours to be ruined, eh?"
Svengallop began to cry.
"No, wait! I also heard them talking about doing some dirty work for Tirek!"
Scorpan froze. "Dirty work for Tirek?"
"Y-yeah! That's the name! I heard that those two guys made them work for Tirek! I swear!"
Scorpan let go of Svengallop's neck and turned around with his fists clenched. That bastard, Scorpan mentally said to himself in fury, I knew it was him! I should have guessed. He thinks those killings of his men are my doing. I'm not sure about these two guys, but at least I know who to begin with...Tirek, you're going to wish you never crossed with me again!
"So..." Svengallop stuttered as small beads of sweat covered up his forehead. "Am I off the hook?"
Scorpan slowly turned the scared man. He then grabbed Svengallop's chest and clenched his teeth at the frightened man.
"I listened to Countess Coloratura when I was just a kid. I grew up listening to her phenomenal singing. She is one of my role models, even to this day."
Scorpan slammed Svengallop to the wall.
"You turned her into an abortion. You're going to wish your parents had one when I'm done dealing with you."
The office was filled with the agonizing screams of Svengallop.
16th Scene - Siblings
November 30, 2015
3:14 PM
"I wonder where Jacket is." Sonata asked as she sipped her warm drink.
Adagio, Aria, and Sonata were all seated at a table while drinking some coffee. Sonata let out a sigh as she sipped her coffee. "Have you girls ever wondered what he was doing?"
"Just taking some walks." Aria answered. "Nothing wrong with that. I mean, he looks pretty new in town."
"I think Sonata has a point." Adagio responded. "I mean, he's always going on walks, especially during the night. That isn't safe, since those killings took place during nighttime. I don't want Jacket to get hurt."
"I think Jacket is hiding something."
Aria and Adagio turned to Sonata, who sipped her drink once more.
"I mean, he's always quiet and kind of creepy. I think he's doing something else than taking walks..."
Before any of the girls could answer, they heard the door being unlocked and eventually opened, revealing an exhausted Jacket.
"There he is." Sonata whispered to the girls before she smiled at Jacket. "Hiya Jacket!"
The blonde man nodded back at Sonata and nodded at Adagio and Aria. He headed for his room until the phone rang. Jacket winced at the sound of the phone ringing. Adagio was about to touch the phone until Jacket quickly grabbed it and placed it next to his ear. The girls looked at each in surprise before turning to Jacket, who was listening to the phone with a grim look on his face.
After a few seconds, the phone hanged up which left Jacket confused. He turned to the Dazzlings, who were looking at him with raised eyebrows. Jacket gave an apologetic shrug as he headed towards the door with his backpack dangling from his shoulder.
As Jacket walked down the stairs, the girls looked at each other once more.
"Another thing, he usually goes to his walks only after answering the phone." Sonata added. "Maybe...he has a date or something?"
"He doesn't seem like the type of guy who'd date someone." Aria said as she placed a hand on her chin.
"I don't know." Adagio said to Aria. "I mean, he kept us under control and is surprisingly charismatic."
"Char-whaaa?"
"He's kinda charming and a good leader figure for a creepy guy." Aria translated to the confused Sonata.
"Oh." Sonata stated before shrugging. "Yeah, he's pretty cool......you know what we can do?"
The girls looked at Sonata with raised eyebrows. "We could follow him. I know it sounds rude or something, but if he has a girlfriend, then why is he hiding her from us?"
"Why would he hide his girlfriend from us?" Aria asked with a shrug. "It's not like he's dating someone who hates us. The only people who hate us are those girls and students, but they're underage to begin with."
"Princess Celestia and Vice Principal Luna kinda hate us." Sonata pointed out with a sheepish smile. "And they seem to be the same age as Jacket."
"Jacket and Celestia or Luna...ugh, can't get that image outta my head now." Aria grumbled before shooting a glare at Sonata.
"You know what?" Adagio spoke up. "Sonata's right. We should see what Jacket's really doing. I mean, we're his friends, he brought us together, he's like someone we can trust."
Aria put down her drink. "You're right. Even if he's seeing a girlfriend or not, I think we should go and be supportive. After all, he's helped us a lot."
"Yay!" Sonata cheered as she jumped from the table. "After this, let's all celebrate with tacos! This is going to be a good day!"
After a quick preparation along with asking other people if they had seen Jacket, the three girls quietly walked through the streets, wearing their sweaters that was last wore around the time magic was first discovered here. Adagio wore her purplish sweater while Sonata shivered a bit in her dark violet sweater. Aria placed her hands on the pockets of her green sweater before letting out a sigh.
"I wonder if we're close." Aria wondered. "According to that hobo, Jacket should be in some red apartment."
"Found it." Adagio replied with a grin. The three girls looked up to see the red seedy-looking apartment in front of them. Sonata shifted a bit in total discomfort.
"This place looks creepy." Sonata grumbled. "Why would Jacket come here?"
"Well, our place looks creepy." Aria replied with a shrug. "Let's just go inside."
The three girls nervously stepped inside the apartment. As they reached beyond the entrance, they saw how the interior looked like it was in poor condition. Adagio let out another sigh as she crossed her arms and leaned against the wall. "I doubt a girl would want to stay in this mess. Maybe Jacket doesn't have a girlfriend or something. So, why is h-"
"Hey! You three!"
The three surprised girls turned to the source of the voice, which was someone dressed in black attire along with other guys dressed similarly to him. "The hell do we do with them?" One of the gangsters whispered to another one. "This was supposed to be a secret meeting. No witnesses allowed, damnit!"
"Fuck it, we can't have any witnesses here. Get them!"
They pulled out a baseball bat from their backs and slowly walked towards the scared three girls. Adagio, Aria, and Sonata backed away a bit with frightened looks on their faces. One swung his bat at Adagio, who quickly dodged it and swiped it. Without hesitating, she swung the bat at the gangster, knocking him down to the floor with a bruised face. The Dazzlings gasped at what just happened, especially Adagio who shuddered as she shakily held the bat she had just used. The gangsters blinked in surprised at what just happened before they growled at her and charged at the girls.
Aria grew desperate as she held up his fists and quickly evaded an attack from one of the gangsters. She pressed her fist as hard as she can at the gangster's stomach, immobilizing him long enough to punch him in the face. The last one tried to swing his bat at the remaining Dazzling, only for Sonata to grab the bat. As the gangster and Sonata struggled for the bat, the blue girl gained the upper hand and shoved the gangster into the wall before hitting his head with the butt of the baseball bat.
The Dazzlings panted as they stared at the unconscious or immobilized gangsters that laid upon them. Adagio sighed as she stared back at the girls.
"No turning back now..."
She then proceeded to run up the stairs with the other girls following her. They arrived at the second floor where they saw some gangsters looking at the body count in the floor. "Damn. That chicken freak did all of this?" One of them proclaimed as he examined the dead gangster with blood seeping from his gas mask.
"He's not human. He's like that demon girl and those three sirens....speak of the devil..."
The group of gangsters quickly turned to where they saw the surprised Dazzlings. Fearing any witnesses, the gangsters picked up some blood-soaked machetes they borrowed from this floor and sprinted towards the girls.
Adagio pressed the end of the baseball bat into the crotch of one of the gangsters, causing him to stop, drop, then roll while gripping his family jewels. Aria stomped her foot on another gangster's foot, causing him to drop the machete before Sonata hit his head with her bat. Aria grabbed one of the gangsters and threw him to two more gangsters, knocking them down like bowling pins. Sonata rolled past three gangsters, catching them off guard before jumping to her feet and attacking them with a nearby lead pipe. Man, I'm actually good at this, Sonata thought as she blinked a bit as the men laid on the floor while they groaned in pain.
"Hey guys!" One gangster shouted as he came into the hallway from one of the rooms with a cell phone in his hand. "The guy who called us is dea-The fuck is thi-"
Aria quickly threw a left hook at his face, knocking him out. After seeing how the gangsters were taken out, they proceeded to the stairs. They stopped when they spotted something that almost made Adagio vomit: the remains of several gangsters who seemed to be all chopped up and heavily mutilated. Aria grew pale as Sonata covered her eyes with her hands as the sickened girls ran past the gory sight.
"Why would Jacket come to this place?!" Sonata asked frantically as the girls ran up the stairs.
"I wish I knew, Sonata!" Adagio replied with a pale face.
Upon reaching the third floor, they saw more dead bodies, including the corpses of two dogs. They covered their nose from the strong smell of smoke and charred flesh, as some bodies seemed to be burnt.
"Was all this caused by one man?!" Aria frantically asked as she was amazed at the corpses.
"How is that possible?!" Sonata panicked. "This guy or girl ain't human!"
"Hey! You three!"
The girls turned around and saw some gangsters running up the stairs with pistols on both their hands. The trio shrieked as they ran from the gangsters. The men reached the floor and pointed their pistols at the girls. Adagio, Aria, and Sonata all jumped behind some crates to avoid the gunfire. Sonata spotted a nearby assault rifle laying on the floor.
The girl bit her lips. Sonata did not want to resort to that. She winced when a bullet ricocheted from the crate she was hiding from. She peeked from the crate and saw the gangsters closing in as they fired their pistols. Realizing that she has no choice, Sonata took a deep breath and a huge gulp as she grabbed the assault rifle and began to fire at the gangsters' feet. Despite being a poor shot, she hit a gangster's foot, causing it to bleed all over the floor and making the gangster fall to the ground.
"ARGH! MY FUCKING FOOT!"
The surrounding gangsters suddenly panicked and scrambled to the stairs.
"FUCK THIS, RETREAT GUYS!"
All the gangsters fled, leaving just the Dazzlings and the gangster too preoccupied in his suffering. Sonata had to keep the bile in her mouth from escaping as she threw away the rifle and quickly swiped her hands on her sweater.
"No. No. No. No. I am NOT touching that again. No freaking way."
Afterwards, the girls ran to the stairs and headed up to the fourth floor. They panted as they finally arrived at the floor and was astonished at what they had to see. Behind several shattered windows were the bodies of many gangsters. The pistols they had once held were now soaking in the puddles of their very own blood.
"They said this 'chicken freak' did this..." Sonata whispered as her eyes have yet to blink. "Considering how many people are dead, I'm not surprised they call him a freak."
"What if he's got Jacket?" Aria stated with a sense of worry in her face. "Come on girls! We got to find him!"
"Those three girls must be on this floor."
The girls turned around to hear more gangsters coming from the staircase.
"The hell are they doing here? I thought they moved out of this city after that siren incident!"
"Oh great," Adagio grumbled. "We got company. Everyone ready up."
Adagio and Sonata dropped their baseball bats to pick up nearby chainlink whips as Aria cracked her knuckles and put up her fists. Eventually, six gangsters emerged from the stairs with their faces lacking any reason for peace. They were unarmed with nothing but the weapons they were naturally given. They cracked their knuckles as they slowly circled around the Dazzlings. The girls gritted their teeth in determination and spoke to the gangsters, at the same time, with three words:
"Bring it on."
One of the gangsters tackled Aria to the ground while Adagio and Sonata were occupied by blocking the punches from the gangsters with their chainlink whips. As the gangster grabbed the sides of Aria's head, the girl growled as she used her knee to attack the man's stomach, causing him to back off a bit as he held his wounded stomach. Without hesitating, the violet girl threw an uppercut at the thug, knocking his stars out.
As he fell down, the others were having a hard time attacking Adagio and Sonata. The blue girl took the opportunity to swing her whip when one of the thugs let his guard down. The metal weapon collided with his face, causing some blood and a tooth to come out of his mouth before he fell down unconscious. Adagio used her whip as a lasso as she used it to grab one of the gangster's feet. She then threw the gangster at another gangster, causing them to impact each other with bruises and grunts.
The two remaining thugs glanced at each other before they stared at the panting girls. One of them shrugged and charged at the girls while the other watched the fight. He saw the girls surround the brutish thug and started to attack him. He grimaced as he saw the yellow girl continuously swing the whip at his face while the purple girl punch him repeatedly in the back. Finally, the blue girl kicked his chest, knocking him down to the floor as he rolled back and forth with painful wounds. The last thug looked up to see the girls aggressively staring at him.
"You know what?" He said with a sheepish grin. "Fuck this."
As he scrambled away with a scared look on his face, the girls just looked at each other and shrugged before they headed for the stairway.
The Dazzlings reached the fifth floor and were already horrified by the sight of an overweight man laying dead on the floor with bullet wounds on his head. Resisting the urge to vomit, the nervous girls continued to walk until they quietly gasped at the surprising sight that bestowed in front of them.
Three men pointed a pistol at each other. One of them was a young man with light brownish skin, dark brown hair, a red-brown jacket, and a golden triangle medallion on his neck. The other man was a bit older with red skin man, dark black hair, a black jacket and blue jeans, and some gray facial hair. However, the one man that caught the Dazzlings' attention, wore a letterman jacket, blue jeans, and a plastic chicken mask on his head. As the men, oblivious to the presence of the three girls, pointed their weapons at each other, Sonata narrowed her eyes a bit as she stared at the man with the letterman jacket. Her eyes were filled with surprise as she extended her arm out with a frightened look on her face.
"Jacket! Noooo!!!"
The three men blinked in surprise from the outburst and felt their itching trigger finger go off on its own.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
The trio of girls clenched their eyes and winced at the sounds of gunfire. When they carefully opened their eyes, their stomachs twisted as horror began to appear in their eyes. They looked upon the three men lying on the floor alongside their own puddles of blood.
ACT V - Harmony
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
The loud piecing sounds of gunfire caused the Dazzlings to close their eyes and wince with fear. Their eyes continued to remain clenched until they heard the sounds of three thuds. Slowly, the opened their eyes carefully only to see three men laying on the floor soaked in their own blood. Horror was shown in the girls' eyes as they could feel their stomach being twisted. Sonata was almost on the verge of tears as both Aria and Adagio were on the verge of vomiting. Aria surrendered to the urge as she quickly ran to a nearby trash can to vomit. A pale-looking Adagio gulped and looked closely at the three men.
Tirek laid on the floor with a shocked expression on his face, along with two bullet holes on his head. Scorpan grunted as he rolled around in his puddle of blood while he held his stomach which was bleeding profusely. Jacket also rolled around in pain, though he clasped his left shoulder in exucating pain. The masked man opened his eyes and saw the scared girls looking down upon him through his mask.
"Jacket?" Sonata whispered. "Is...that you?"
Adagio ran to Jacket and quickly pulled out his mask from his head. The three girls gasped in horror as they saw the blonde man's face. Adagio looked at the chicken mask and looked back at Jacket with a shocked expression. "You're the chicken freak?" She asked in a broken tone. "Y-You're the one who killed these people in this building?"
Jacket bit his lips as he looked away with an ashamed look plastered on his face.
"Hey...you..."
The girls and an injured Jacket turned to the voice. They stared at the dying Scorpan as he clenched his fist to fight the pain. Aria ran up to the man and crouched by him.
"Sir? You're going to be okay." Aria reassured. "Just hang in there."
"Heh." Scorpan chuckled a bit despite his current predicament. "I'm pretty fucking far from okay, miss. But thanks for your encouragement. You're the Dazzlings, aren't you? Ha ha ha, first some rooster-masked killer messes with my brother, then my brother had three masked assassins screw with me, and now I'm dying in the same room as the rooster-masked killer and the former sirens of Canterlot High...At least my brother's dead...good riddance..."
"Rooster-masked killer?" Adagio asked with a hint of curiosity in her tone.
"The one who went to these houses that belonged to my brother's men." Scorpan explained despite his excruciating pain. "Killed them all by himself. Something out of a slasher film..."
"Jacket...did all that?" Sonata whispered to herself as she looked at the struggling Jacket and back to the dying Scorpan.
"You..." Scorpan gasped as he pointed to Jacket. "I'm assuming you know these three masked killers, right? A short one, a skinny one, and a woman?"
Jacket nodded, remembering his encounter with the assassins back at the Wifi Palace.
"They work for Tirek, but they're actually working for these two men." Scorpan continued on as he could see his vision growing dim. "I have no idea who these guys are, but I wouldn't be surprised if they're the ones causing all of this..."
Jacket rolled up his hand into a clenched fist. They were most likely the ones telling him to go ahead killing gangsters.
"I don't know who you are." Scorpan said to Jacket as he continued to grip his bleeding stomach. "But I want you to promise me one thing..."
Jacket nodded as he listened to what Scorpan wanted.
"Find the bastards...and kill them..."
As he said this, Scorpan's head slumped to the side as he breathed his last breath and slowly shut his eyelids. The girls sadly looked at Scorpan as Jacket nodded at the dead man, promising to fulfill Scorpan's dying wish. With a pained look on her face, Adagio looked away in shame and stood up. The girls then turned to Jacket with unsure expressions on their faces.
"What do we do?" Aria asked. After a short awkward silence, Adagio finally spoke up.
"...Let's get Jacket out of here."
"Cheers." The red-haired young man exclaimed as he lifted his wine glass. "Tirek and Scorpan are dead." The white-haired teen grinned as he lifted up his drink in response.
"So is the three assassins who worked for Tirek." The white-haired man added as he drank his wine.
"Expendable." The red-haired teen grumbled back. "What about the chicken-masked guy?"
His partner leaned against the chair he was sitting on. "Still alive." He bluntly responded. "From what I've gathered, he's with those sirens."
"Our plan is a success." The red-haired said before he crossed his arms. "Still, we shouldn't have any witnesses. You know what needs to be done."
He stared coldly at the white-haired teenager who slowly nodded in response after finishing his drink.
"Kill the chicken-masked man and the three girls."
"Finally! We're here!" Sonata gasped as Adagio and Aria held an injured Jacket to their place. After quickly unlocking the door, Aria burst through the door panting. The girls were very fortunate that no gangster followed them or that they did not encounter any other problem. Right now, Jacket needed medical assistance. Sonata suggested a trip to the hospital but Jacket completely shot down that suggestion.
Jacket slumped to the couch and sighed as his shoulder continued to bleed. He quickly grabbed a nearby piece of paper with a pen on top of it and began to write down a list. Afterwards, he gave it to the Dazzlings who quickly scanned over it. They nodded and ran to the kitchen and bathroom. After a few minutes, they ran to Jacket with a knife, bandage rolls, a bottle of rubbing alcohol, and two towels.
Jacket nodded in thanks as he grabbed the knife and one of the towels. He rolled up the towel into a ball and placed it in his mouth. He proceeded to bite the towel with his teeth as deep as he could before he stuck the knife into his bullet wound. He hissed through the towel while closing his eyes. The Dazzlings winced and looked away as Jacket yanked out the bullet from his shoulder. Afterwards, he dabbed some alcohol on the other towel and cleaned the wound, doing his best to ignore the burning pain. Finally, he wrapped the bandages around his shoulder wound and sighed as soon as he finished up.
Jacket looked up at the sirens to see them glowering at him.
"You got a lot of explaining to do, Jacket." Adagio spoke up in a stern tone along with a glare and crossed arms.
Jacket sighed and nodded to show that he understood.
"So..." Adagio trailed off with a frown. "You...were killing all these gangsters the entire time."
The blonde man once again nodded in confirmation.
"But...why?" Aria whispered.
Grabbing another piece of people, Jacket quickly scribbled on it and showed it to the girls.
I was forced to.
Jacket let out a sigh as he continued to explain in his piece of paper. He first began with the bank robbery he had once thwarted and, afterwards, was contacted by someone who wanted him to commit these murders. Jacket made it clear to the Dazzlings that if he did not follow those orders, they would not just kill him but also kill them.
The girls stood there, unsure of what to say. While they feel a bit grateful that he only did this to protect them, that does not diminish the fact that he murdered all of these gangsters. Yet, he always came home as if nothing happened!
"I know you came from another universe, but what universe was that? The Butt-Whooping universe?" Sonata shouted as she waved her arms around. "How were you able to kill all those guys all by yourself?!"
I was on the military, remember? What did you think I was doing there? Peeling potatoes?
Jacket paused a moment as he stared at the befuddled girls. He began to write some more.
Besides...it wasn't like this is the first time I had to do this...
He knew he would regret this, but they deserve to know the truth. "What do you mean?" Aria asked.
Remember when I said I came from another world?
The girls nodded as they waited patiently for Jacket to continue writing. He explained about his true past back on Earth. He told them about the phone calls he was getting, giving them cryptic messages to kill these Russians. He discussed about the murders he committed and the losses he had suffered up until his arrest. Rotting in his jail cell was the last thing he remembered before that bright yellow and red light that engulfed him. He also mentioned how his bearded friend was technically killed by Russians, making Jacket want to make those Ruskies pay for what they did. It took him nearly an hour to explain, but he managed to finish in which he waited for their reactions.
The girls just stood there with open mouths, unsure what to say. While they felt sorry that his only best friend was practically nuked by the people he's attacking and the death of his girlfriend by that "rat-masked killer," they felt shocked and sick. Sonata felt tears coming from her eyes. The man whom she looked up and liked turned out to be a psychotic killer. Aria gritted her teeth as she stared at the man whom she thought her knew, but it looks like she was wrong. Adagio looked the most upset. This man helped them get along and was the voice of reason among the girls. He turned their lives around and all along he was a mass murderer?
The Dazzlings sobbed a bit as they turned away from Jacket. The blonde man groaned and placed his hands on the sides of his head. All of a sudden, they heard the sounds of cars screeching outside. The Dazzlings and Jacket looked outside and saw vans parked outside their apartment. The doors opened and masked men, who Jacket recognized as those robbers from that bank, jumped out of the vans with guns and weapons heavily equipped.
"You know the orders." One of the men said as he loaded his shotgun. "Kill the chicken freak and the girls."
The girls gasped as they saw the masked people run into the apartment. If Jacket took this opportunity to talk, he would most likely say: We're fucked.
17th Scene - Famine
We need to get out of here. Jacket wrote on another piece of paper. These guys are coming towards us. We NEED to escape NOW.
His pleas went unnoticed because of how grim the girls were as they faced away from Jacket. The blonde man put a hand on Adagio's shoulder, trying once more to reason with her. However, Adagio felt a vein burst in her head as she, for the first time, ignored Jacket's stoic demeanor, swiped his hand from her shoulder, and barked in front of his face.
"This is all your fault!" Adagio snapped at the blonde man, who surprisingly backed away a bit with a slight surprised look on his face. "You caused all of this! You got us involved in this! Now we're going to die! I HATE YOU! I should have thrown you out on the street the day we met!"
"Oh, NOW you decide to throw him out!" Aria snapped at Adagio. "I told you from day one to throw this idiot back in the streets! But, nooooo! You were like 'We need money! Let us have this creepy guy stay with us!' I was the one who didn't want him to come to our place in the first place but you just had to let him in anyway!"
"Aria, stop yelling at her!" Sonata shouted as she grabbed Aria's shoulder. "Adagio didn't do anyt-"
Sonata was silenced when Aria slapped her on the cheek. "Shut the fuck up!" Aria growled as Sonata tumbled to the floor.
The blue girl's shocked face quickly turned to rage as she tackled the purple girl to the ground. "Fuck you, whore!" Sonata shouted, uncaring of the vulgar language she had just shouted.
"Stop it!" Adagio yelled as she ran to the two fighting girls and was soon caught up in the brawl.
BANG!
The girls stopped their fight and was jumped by the sound of a pistol being fired at the ceiling. They turned to the furious Jacket who was holding his pistol. Upon looking at him, despite their newborn mistrust towards the man, the Dazzlings suddenly shut up as Jacket began to write down on his piece of paper.
I understand that you hate me. I wouldn't blame you. But right now, we have to put aside our arguments and anger. These people who are coming to kill us mean business. WE WILL DIE IF WE DO NOT GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.
The girls slowly turned their surprised looks into glares. Jacket let out a breath of regret as he was uncomfortable of pouring out his feelings to anybody, even to his close bearded friend.
Look, I still remember seeing that hooker's face on the floor. I remember how long I was on the phone, waiting for my friend before I learned of the San Francisco incident. Fuck, I even remember my war buddy's crying face when that elevator blew off half of his body.
My life on earth was a total hell. And somehow, I end up in this new world. You three are possibly the only friends I made so far. No way in hell would I want to lose you three girls. I don't care what siren thing you did at that school. To me, you're just human beings, like me. Well, I would not consider myself human after everything I've done or happened to me.
I'm sorry for the trouble and hate I've caused here. But please, trust me this one time. We need to escape before these guys hunt us down.
The girls continued to glare at Jacket. As of now, they didn't care about the men coming up to their floor to kill them. They focused completely on the man they trusted and turned out to be an assassin. Eventually, Adagio slowly stood up and narrowed her angry eyes at Jacket.
"I hate you, Jacket." Adagio hissed at the stoic man. "I trusted you and thought you were a complete good guy. And now, it turns out you're just a maniac killer..."
The teenage girl let out a sigh as she slowly stood up. "And yet...I think, no, I KNOW that you wouldn't do anything to hurt us. Every single time me and the girls fight..."
"You make us stop fighting." Aria added as she too stood up from the floor. "Matter of fact, you brought us even closer. We've practically hated each other even with our powers intact. I still regret letting you live here in the first place, but I would be lying if I said you didn't make an impact on us."
"Somehow, I still trust you." Sonata continued on as she bit her lips. "Even though you're a serial killer or something, I can't help but to see Jacket instead of that killer. I, uh, am not good at talking about my feelings."
The girls wiped away their tears once more before they sniffed and looked up to the sad Jacket. The blonde man never cried in his entire life, but he felt the same pain as the Dazzlings felt. After silence was done hanging over in the room, Adagio finally choked out her response.
"Alright." She said as she smiled weakly at the blonde man. "We'll listen to you. This once. But you have to do one thing."
Jacket nodded as he awaited for Adagio's favor.
"Do NOT kill anybody in this apartment."
When Jacket learned his best friend was nuked, his face remained stoic. When his girlfriend was murdered, his face still remained stoic. And now he has been given the order to not kill any of these men in this apartment. Jacket dropped his jaw at the order Adagio had given to him.
...Fine.
It was going to be a new experience being a pacifist this once. Though the memories came back to haunt him as he remembered going to a mafia house in Miami and ended up knocking out SWAT guys as he escaped. Jacket shook his head, feeling a headache from the memories, as he quickly informed the girls to prepare themselves.
After a quick minute, they readied up themselves with their choice of arsenal. Jacket brought a knife, a frying pan, and the pistol he still had. Just because he had to be a pacifist for this one time doesn't mean he won't hold back. Adagio had brought the baseball bat from before. Sonata equipped herself with a lead pipe along with some baseballs she once found in a garbage can. Aria had proven herself worthy of using her own fists, so she decided to just stick with those.
Jacket cracked his knuckles as he can hear the angry masked attackers outside.
Let's dance, motherfuckers. Jacket thought to himself as he put on his mask.
The door sprang open and five men jumped into the room with machetes in their hands. "Fuck them up!" One of them shouted as they charged at the four.
Jacket swung the frying pan at one of the killers, causing a clang sound along with the sound of a jaw being broken as the killer fell to the floor. Aria jumped at one of them and started to punch his face repeatedly as Sonata swung her pipe at one assassin and pushed him to another one, knocking them both out. Adagio quickly punched a masked man in the stomach before grabbing his shoulder and head-butted him, leaving him unconscious and Adagio with some blood on her forehead.
Jacket signaled the girls to follow him and they obeyed his command. When they reached the hallways, they saw a couple of men in the hallway with assault rifles. Before the masked men could point their rifles at the four, Jacket whipped out his pistol and fired it. Adagio was afraid that he would go back in his word and was prepared to give him a harsh scolding. She decided to forget the scolding as she saw how Jacket aimed for their legs and blew off their kneecaps, causing them to scatter to the ground in agonizing, but nonlethal, pain. Adagio was relieved, but she felt that she should have also mentioned not overdoing the attacks.
"We should split up," Aria suggested. "We need to take out as many guys as we can so that they can't stop us from escaping."
"Risky, but we don't have a choice." Adagio answered. "The girls and I will deal with the third floor. Jacket, you take care of the second floor. PLEASE don't kill somebody here."
Everyone nodded in agreement as they bolted to the staircase.
"The girls are fucking there!" One overweight assassin shouted as his two armed companions turned to where he was pointing at. Their attempts to fire was ruined when Sonata threw a baseball at one of them and smacked the other one in the head. Aria punched the fat assassin in the face, causing him to tumble in the floor. He tried to get up, only to have his face collide with Aria's bruised fist.
"The hell is going on?!" One of the other masked enemies shouted as he entered the room with a chainlink whip. His face was soon battered by Adagio's cracked baseball bat. She quickly picked up the whip and directed the Dazzlings to follow her.
The trio was led to a hallway where two men were spotted twirling around their butterfly knives. They turned to the girls and one of them threw his knife at Sonata. Adagio quickly swung at the knife, causing it to jam itself into the wooden baseball bat. She threw away the bat and charged at the unarmed assassin while twirling around her chainlink whip. She struck down the assassin as the other one tried to swing his knife at her. Sonata stopped him by pushing him into the wall and twisting his hand, causing him to yell in pain as he dropped his knife. Aria shut his screaming by giving him a good punch in the face.
"Man, we're good." Sonata admitted as she clenched her slightly sore fists. She turned to her left to see a pair of assassins running towards them with assault rifles. Taking a chance, she threw one of the baseballs up in the air and then struck it with the lead pipe. The baseball hit one of the assassins in the hear, knocking him out as his finger accidentally jammed into the assault rifle. Bullets shot out of the falling gun and hit the nearby assassin in the legs, causing a gush of blood to splatter all over the floor.
Adagio and Aria blinked at the two incapacitated men before they glanced at an astonished Sonata. They looked back to each other before shrugging and continuing on. They stopped in their tracks when they spotted some dogs running at them with livid men pointing their pistols at the girls. One dog tried to bite Aria until Adagio swung her whip at the dog, knocking out the canine. Sonata threw her lead pipe at one of the men's faces, knocking him down and causing him to fire his pistol at the other man's shoulder. The other killer growled as he clenched his shoulder and pointed his pistol at Sonata. She yanked the pistol from his hands and jumped on top of him while proceeding to bash his face with her fists. She eventually stopped and jumped off the unconscious man as she grabbed the lead pipe on the ground.
Adagio walked up to another door and kicked it down, pushing someone to the ground in the process. The three girls gasped at the sight of a masked man growling at them as he held a chainsaw with his two hands. Sonata threw the baseball at him, only for the masked man to chop it in half with his chainsaw. As he charged, Aria pushed the girls away and quickly crouched, evading the attack and taking this opportunity to shove her clenched, bruised fist at the killer's crotch. The girls winced as the man tumbled on the floor in complete pain. Sonata blinked in surprise at this before she saw the man behind the door tried to get up, resulting in her swinging her lead pipe at him.
They left the room, only to stop when they came across nine masked men, each equipped with brass knuckles and murderous intent in their eyes as they slowly circled around the three girls. Adagio gritted her teeth as she slowly swung around her chainlink whip. Sonata tightened her grip on the lead pipe, pounding it softly on the palm of her hand. Aria cracked her knuckles as she used two fingers to gesture to the man to come closer. Yelling, the masked men charged at the girls.
Adagio wrapped the whip around one of the men's legs and slid him across the floor, knocking two men on the floor. Aria quickly grabbed their heads and shoved them together, headbutting each other and knocking them out cold. Sonata watched as the other man tried to get up and tried to swing her pipe only to have a killer grab her by the arms. As she struggled to break free, the other killer quickly grabbed her and punched her in the stomach. Sonata gasped at the attack and soon turned her face into anger as she smashed her foot on the foot of the man who was grabbing her. The man yelped in pain as Sonata smashed her lead pipe at his face before smashing it to the man who punched her stomach. She panted heavily as the men were incapacitated and another one tried to charge at her. Aria quickly dived and grabbed his legs, causing him to tumble on the floor as he grabbed Aria's neck. She gritted her teeth up to the point of feeling her gums hurt as she shoved her fist at his cheek, bruising his jaw before grabbing his head and pushing it to the floor, knocking him out. Another man tried to punch Aria only to have his stomach repeatedly by Sonata and have his face whacked by Adagio's whip. The girls looked up and saw three more masked men remaining. The men looked at each other before looking back at the aggressive girls. Adagio's hair was messed up and her shirt was scratched. Aria's face had a little blood while her body had more scratches. A faded black eye was present on Sonata's face as she held her bruised stomach. The men shrugged and charged at the three girls. A few seconds later, they were thrown into the wall with bruised faces and bodies, groaning as they held their stomachs and rolled around in utter pain.
The girls panted as they stood before the masked killers who were out cold.
"That should be all of them, I hope." Aria exclaimed, rubbing her hand which was exhausted from all the punching.
"I wonder how Jacket is doing?" Sonata wondered as she wiped the sweat from her forehead and rubbed her sore stomach.
"DIE CHICKEN FREAK!" One of the assassins screamed as he fired his AK-47 at Jacket, who quickly dodged the attack. The chicken-masked man pulled out his pistol and fired a perfect shot at the assassin's shoulder, causing him to drop the gun.
Jacket ran to his left where another masked man sprinted towards him with a hammer. The chicken-masked man slid through the floor, missing the hammer attack from the surprised assassin. Jacket fired another bullet into the man's kneecap and stole his hammer as the assassin rolled around in pain.
The blonde man burst into the room nearby him and swung the hammer at a nearby enemy, knocking him out. A dog tried to lunge at Jacket only for the canine to be lifted from the ground and have its face punched by the blonde man. Jacket soon ran into another room which looked like the kitchen.
Grabbing another frying pan, Jacket equipped both his hands with frying pans as assassins pointed their Mac-10s at him. The bullets hit the stove instead as the rooster-masked assassin quickly dived behind it. Peeking from his cover, he saw his opportunity to strike as one of the assassins hastily reloaded his automatic weapon. He jumped at the assassin and banged his head with the pan before using the other one to smack the other assassin.
Jacket kicked the door open, knocking down another masked man behind it. He shot a bullet at the enemy's legs to incapacitate him and spotted a molotov near the groaning masked man. Jacket quickly grabbed it and turned around to see more assassin about to gun him down. Instantly, the blonde man whipped out his lighter and lit the bomb before launching it at the hallway, causing it to go up in flames. Thankfully for Jacket, no man was burned alive and the hallway was blocked by flames, causing the enemies to back up a bit.
Jacket entered the other room where two overweight assassins were waiting for him along with a skinny assassin with a chainsaw. The rooster-masked killer wondered why all of his dodging enemies ALWAYS had chainsaws. Just as the dodger was about to chop of the man's head off, his attack was canceled when Jacket jammed his fist into his chest before knocking him out with a frying pan attack. The overweight men charged at the rooster-masked man, who was revving up the chainsaw. Wasted opportunity to butcher these fuckers up, Jacket grumbled internally, still dismayed at the promise he had to make. He jammed the chainsaw into one of the fat assassin's legs, causing the floor to be splattered with leg parts and copious amounts of blood. The masked man fell to the ground sobbing over his mutilated leg as Jacket planted the chainsaw into the foot of the other fat assassin. By then the chainsaw ran out of fuel, so Jacket shrugged and left the chainsaw stuck into the crimson-stained foot of the crying overweight man. Jacket momentarily wiped the foot and leg blood and gore from his pants.
The stoic man carefully opened the door and spread his fists out quickly, punching an assassin at each of his side. Cracking his knuckles, he figured that the burning hallway and the brutally injured large men (without any feet or legs) was enough for this floor. Jacket calmly walked down the stairs, pushing a nearby assassin on the way. Even without killing anybody, I still got it, Jacket complimented himself as he blankly stared at the toppling assassin going down the stairs.
"We finally made it out!" Sonata gasped as she placed her hands on the side of her head. Adagio, Aria, and Sonata walked to the bottom of the stairs with slightly ripped clothes and looks of relief and disbelief.
"Where's Jacket?"
Aria's question was answered when an unconscious assassin landed at the bottom of the stairs. The girls looked at the injured man before looking up to see an unmasked Jacket smoking a cigarette with an uncaring look on his face. Adagio looked at the blonde man with a dumbfounded look as he continued to smoke his cigarette and blankly stared at the girl.
"I'm assuming no one was killed?" Adagio asked.
Jacket took out a knife and scarred on a nearby wall: See for yourself.
"Fair enough." Adagio grumbled, hoping it was wise of her to trust Jacket on this one.
The four humans ran out of the apartment where they saw many vans outside. They also spotted another assassin with his mask removed momentarily while speaking on his cell phone and sitting on the hood of his green car.
"Yeah, I got about a shitload of men there." He said, oblivious to Jacket who was sneaking up to him with a baseball bat. "Got it. Talk to you later boss. Bye."
He hung up the phone and turned around, only to have his face smacked by a wooden bat. The Dazzlings raised their eyebrows at this as Jacket opened the trunk and shoved him into it. As he closed it, he was suddenly met with Sonata holding a pencil and a piece of paper. For some reason, Sonata knew Jacket would need it. If only she knew why he couldn't just talk. Jacket looked at Sonata's bemused look and, knowing what question he had to answer, quickly scribbled:
We need a ride to get the hell out of here. We also need this guy because he may know the guys who are responsible for this shit. Ever heard of the expression: Kill 2 birds with 1 stone?
The Dazzlings looked at each other before letting out a defeated sigh. "I hope to Faust you know what you're doing..." Adagio grumbled, ignoring Jacket's confused face at the mention of this 'Faust.' "You know how to hot wire this thing?"
Jacket nodded and smashed the window of the car to unlock the door. He proceeded to tinker around with the wires until the engine was turned on. Afterwards, he quickly signaled the girls to hop it. As they quickly entered the car and fastened the seat belt, Jacket slammed his foot on the gas pedal and drove away from the apartment as far away as he could.
18th Scene - Conquest
Author's Notes:
Sorry again for the late chapter. I'm not dead yet! Just lost a lil' motivation and distraction over my freedom of my summer vacation. Anyway, enjoy!
"H-he literally chopped off that guy's head off...."
Indigo Zap started to shake as she choked out those words. She and her friends sat near the statue at Canterlot High, which also served as the portal to the pony universe. After the horrifying incident that occurred a while ago, the girls were completely terrified to say the least. Indigo was pacing back and forth as she placed her sweating palms on her head. Lemon Zest started to cry as she leaned against the statue, covering her eyes with her hands with a scared Sunny Flare comforting her. Sour Sweet was at a nearby bush, vomiting with a frightened look on her face. Twilight Sparkle and Sugarcoat sat near the statue with blank, traumatized looks on their faces.
"This is my fault." Twilight sobbed as she covered her face with her shaken hands. "I dragged myself and you girls into this! I messed up just like in Friendship Games."
"Damnit Twilight." Sugarcoat interrupted as she quickly wiped the tears from her face and placed a firm but comforting hand on Twilight's shoulder. "We told you this a million times. It wasn't your fault! We agreed to do this. To help you! Please stop blaming yourself! You didn't do anything wrong!"
"Sugar's right, Twi!" Indigo Zap added as she stopped pacing around. "We're your friends. Though...not the best friends...considering what happened in the Friendship Games....ARGH! What I'm saying is that you have to stop blaming yourself!"
"Considering she led us to the Wifi Pal-" A bitter looking Sour Sweet was unable to finish her sentence as Indigo frowned and punched her shoulder, causing the yellow girl to quickly change her expression to an encouraging one. "The girls are right! You gotta stop with the whole 'It's my fault' thing!"
"You're an awesome girl, Twilight!" Sunny Flare exclaimed, placing a hand on Twilight's back. "Don't think you're otherwise!"
"Yeah! I mean, who else can do math and do all sorts of school stuff everyone can't do!? You're awesome!!!" Lemon Zest exclaimed, hugging Twilight despite both of them being scared.
"Thank you girls." Twilight Sparkle sniffed. "You truly are good friends."
"Look! They're here!"
The rest of the Shadowbolts and Twilight turned to where Sunny Flare was pointing and saw six girls running towards them. Sunset Shimmer ran to the scared girls and panted for breath as Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, Fluttershy, and Rarity (with Spike the dog in her arms) arrived near the statue.
"We got your text and came as soon as possible!" Rainbow Dash exclaimed as she gasped for more air.
"What happened?" Fluttershy asked with a concerned look on her face. "You girls look like you've seen a ghost! Ummm, ghosts are supposed to be fake, right?"
"We saw something worse than ghosts. Don't worry, they're not real." Sour Sweet answered with a shaky smile before it turned to a frantic expression. "WE JUST SAW THE CHICKEN MASKED KILLER!!!"
"Calm down there sugarcube." Applejack said, patting Sour Sweet's back. "Wait, you SAW the killer!?"
"Wait, go back from the beginning." Sunset said as Twilight sniffed a bit before she slowly answered the question.
"Well, I heard that the killings were getting out of hand as they weren't directed towards Tirek's gang, so I did some research..."
"Wait, you did research on this?" Sunset said in dismay as she let out a firm look on her face. "Twilight, this is dangerous, you shouldn't get involved in this!"
"I know...but I couldn't just sit by and watch it from the sidelines!"
Twilight sniffed a bit before she shook her head and continued.
"We went to the Wifi Palace since the research I had said something about that place having any information on Tirek's gang. I found nothing there and we were gonna get out of there until..."
"Two men and a woman came into the cafe." Sugarcoat continued, knowing Twilight was no mood to talk at the moment. "They were about to kill us, but then...the chicken-masked killer appeared."
"H-h-he just killed them like THAT." Lemon Zest said, snapping her fingers when she said the last word of her sentence. "Afterwards, he just left."
"What did these three people look like?" Rainbow Dash asked the Shadowbolts.
"Well, they were wearing masks." Sunny Flare answered. "An eagle, warthog, and dragon mask if I am correct."
"Wait, eagle, warthog, and dragon?" Sunset asked as she raised an eyebrow. After seeing the girls nodded their heads, she continued, "Was one of them a skinny one, the other a burly one, and the last one a girl?"
"Yeah..." Sour Sweet answered until her face turned to confusion. "Wait, how did you know?"
Sunset did not answer as she turned around with a look of realization on her face. "They must be the ones Scorpan talked about..." She said to herself, yet her words did not fell on deaf ears.
"Scorpan? Ya mean that guy who leads that gang?" Applejack asked as the girls looked at each other.
"Sunset, what are you talking about?" Fluttershy asked.
Sunset broke out of her thoughts and turned to the girls. They were giving her mixed looks of confusion and suspicion. Realizing what she had just said out loud, she decided to tell the girls the truth.
"Well, looks like I have no choice but to tell you girls." Sunset Shimmer explained as she leaned against the statue with folded arms across her chest. "It happened a while ago today..."
3:13 PM
Two gangsters leaned against the concrete wall, spectating Svengallop's bar. One of them pulled out a cigarette and a lighter, igniting it before offering one to his companion. He declined as he crossed his arms and continued to watch the bar.
"What do ya think the boss is gonna do to Svengallop?" One of the gangsters asked.
"The boss likes listening to Coloratura." The other gangster responded. "Svengallop is fucked. I mean, he made Coloratura into THAT."
The other gangster laughed as he continued to spectate the bar. After a couple more minutes or so, they spotted Scorpan walking out of the bar with a bored look on his face along with his clothes being torn up a bit. Before the gangsters could ask, Scorpan quickly spoke up.
"Let's go."
The thugs shrugged as they quietly followed their stoic leader. Eventually, after more walking, one of the gangsters spoke up.
"Is Svengallop...dead?"
Scorpan did not slow down his walking nor did he look at the gangster. Regardless, he nonchalantly answered the man's question.
"He's not dead. He wishes he was dead though. No way I'm giving him that privilege."
"So...what now?" The other gangster asked as he flicked off his cigarette.
"We have a lead." Scorpan replied as he cracked his knuckles and growled. "I'm going to pay a nice visit to my brother..."
"Scorpan!"
The gangsters and Scorpan turned around when they heard the sound of a teenage girl calling to them.
"Oh great. It's her." The brown teenager grumbled at the sight of Sunset Shimmer running towards him. As soon as she caught up with him, she stopped for a brief moment to catch her breath as Scorpan folded his arms and glared at the girl.
"Sunset Shimmer. What a surprise. I'm guessing you're not here to say hello."
"You're right." Sunset Shimmer said as she took a deep breath. "More reports about your gang being attacked are popping up. I know you didn't just sit around and do nothing. You got to have at least some lead or information about this! I know this is a bad time, but please, you have to tell me something!"
"Sunset, I thought I told you at the arcade last time." Scorpan hissed at Sunset. "Don't get involved in this mess. You're gonna yourself killed."
"I don't care!" Sunset angrily spat out. "A teacher was injured and a student was hospitalized during this mess! I can't just let it happen and not try at least something!"
Sunset calmed herself down as she continued. "Please. You're the only one I know who must have something to tell me about this."
"This is suicide, Sunset." Scorpan bluntly answered as he turned around. "I'm sorry, but there's nothing you can do about it."
He began to walk away with his eyes closed, only to stop walking and have his eyes slowly open when he saw Sunset Shimmer in his way with her arms out and a determined and persistent frown on her face.
"I don't want my school to suffer anymore. Please, I know you have at least something useful. I'm not leaving unless you tell me something."
The two gangsters growled at the teenage girl and charged at her. Sunset grabbed one of them and punched him in the stomach as she kicked the other thug in the shins before shoving them against each other, causing them to fall to the ground in pain. She looked down at the gangsters momentarily before she looked up to see an indifferent Scorpan who continued to stare at her without changing any emotion.
"You REALLY want to protect your school?" He said after a short silence between the boy and girl.
Sunset nodded.
"How willing are you to protect it?"
"I'm willing to put my own life to protect my school."
Scorpan's eyes narrowed at the girl. Sunset Shimmer continued to stand up and frown at the teenage boy, despite feeling a twinge of fear and nervousness inside her. Scorpan continued to stare at the girl as he lifted up his hand and gave a loud snap with his fingers.
"...Prove it to me."
Immediately, three more gangsters came out from an alley that was from Scorpan's left. The gangsters stared at Sunset Shimmer as they casually headed for her, cracking their knuckles and spitting on the ground as they walked towards her. Before they could reach her, Scorpan calmly gave them one order:
After saying that, Scorpan immediately ran into the alleyway. Sunset wanted to follow him but was blocked by the three thugs who smirked at her. Growling, she threw an uppercut at one of them, knocking them out instantly and leaving the other thugs open jawed at this. They closed their mouths as one of them pulled out his pocket knife and charged at the girl. She grabbed one of their wrists and twisted it, causing the thug to scream and drop the knife. The other tried to punch Sunset, only to punch his companion by accident when she dodged the punch. As his friend fell to the ground, Sunset kicked the thug on the stomach before pushing him to the floor.
She proceeded to head to the alleyway where she spotted another gangster, smiling at her while chewing bubble gum and placing his wooden baseball bat on his palms. Using the end of his bat, he shoved it towards Sunset's stomach before she could react. He laughed, unaware of the girl quickly kicking his legs, bring him down to the ground with her. Sunset jumped on top of the gangster and banged his head on the ground until he lost unconscious. She snatched his baseball bat as she got up and brushed herself.
"Hey! Bacon girl!"
Sunset Shimmer turned around to see a group of gangsters walking towards her. She blinked when she recognized one of them as that guy from the arcade. The guy at the entrance whose nose got smashed by the girl. She can tell he was not happy to meet her judging from his bandaged nose.
"The boss said not to kill you." He hissed as he cracked his knuckles. "So I'm just going to hurt you REAL bad."
The five gangsters surrounded her with desire to beat up the girl. One of them shoved Sunset to another thug who used his elbow to smack the girl's nose. Grunting with an irrated look on her face, the girl grabbed the guy who shoved her and threw him at the guy who smacked her nose. With two gangsters out, she used her baseball bat to bash the two other gangsters with just one swing. On instinct, she quickly threw a punch into the last standing gangster at his bandaged nose. She continued to the alleyway with an angry look on her face, though she paused to turn to the gangster.
"I'm sorry."
"AAARRRRGH! I JUST HAD THIS FIXED, YOU FUCKING WHORE!"
Sunset left the thug to himself with his bleeding nose as she walked further into the alleyway.
One skinny thug along with his overweighted friend were leaning against the wall, only to snap their heads towards the girl. The skinny thug pulled out a shovel and tried to bang Sunset's head with it. Luckily, the girl was able to dodge the first attack only to have her body grabbed by the overweight thug. Just as the thug was about to swing his shovel again, Sunset twisted around with the overweight gangster still gripping her, causing the shovel to hit not Sunset's face but rather the back of the fat thug's head. Instantly being knocked out, the unconscious fat thug was suddenly pushed by Sunset and landed on top of the skinny thug. The gangster grunted and yelled as he tried to push his overweight companion off of him as Sunset walked past them.
As she walked forward, she found herself at an alleyway intersection with gangsters to her left and right. To her left were a couple of thugs with chainlink whips, twirling around with them lazily as they slowly stepped forward. To her right were more men equipped with silenced pistols and had vicious dogs at their disposal. Sunset immediately retreated backwards, avoiding some of the gunfire that was intended for her feet. One of the chainlink thugs followed her as she took a right. As soon as he reached the corner, he felt Sunset's hands pulled him up as the teenage girl began to beat up face before snagging his whip and pushing him to the wall. The other chainlink thugs followed up to Sunset who began to twirl around her whip and proceeded to attack the teens. One by one, they were smacked in the face or had their stomaches struck, resulting in them rolling on the floor with bruises and groans.
She walked forward, narrowing her eyes at the pistol equipped gangsters with their dogs. Ignoring the pain and aches on her body, Sunset rolled to a garbage bin where she can hear the bullets ricochet from the bin. She was surprised by a dog with drool dripping from its jaw. Just as the dog was about to lunge at her, she smacked it with the whip. She looked up and saw a thug pointing his pistol at her. Before he can fire, Sunset wrapped the whip around his legs and pulled, causing him to fall. She quickly discharged the magazine in the pistol before grabbing him behind.With the gangster as a hostage, she stepped out of the garbage bin.
"Unload your guns or your friend here gets it!" Sunset shouted at the two gunmen and the other dog, feeling absolutely no desire to kill her hostage. Much to her relief, the gangsters did what she said and threw away their pistol magazines. Immediately, the dog barked as it ran to the side and jumped at Sunset as a side attack. She placed the hostage in front of her, causing the dog to bite the gangster's crotch.
"AARRGH! STUPID FUCKING MUTT!" The hostage yelped as he kicked away the dog, knocking it into a state of unconsciousness. Sunset took advantage of this distraction as she punched him in the face and tossed him aside. She ran to the two other thugs and jumped with her leg out. Without even thinking, Sunset air-kicked the two thugs to the ground in absolute pain. She couldn't help but to look around, amazed at how well she could fight. "Looks like all that training with Applejack and Rainbow Dash really helped out!" She admitted as she was about to walk away before turning around to see the same skinny teen from before. With his overweight friend off of him, he charged at Sunset with a garbage can above his head. Luckily for Sunset Shimmer, all it took was one hard punch to send him rolling on the floor.
Feeling her feet growing sore, she continued until she came across a dead end. Good news for her is that Scorpan was against the wall with his hands on his pocket. Bad news for her was that standing between Sunset and Scorpan was another gangster holding a lead pipe on his gloved hands. He snarled at Sunset, though his gas mask on his face did not let anyone see his aggressive face expression. Sunset responded by throwing her whip at him. To her surprise, he simply stepped aside, letting the whip stumble on the ground. Sunset grabbed a nearby garbage can and threw it at him, only to gasp when he did a cartwheel while evading the garbage attack.
"They don't call 'em dodgers for nothing." Scorpan commented to Sunset as the dodger sprinted towards the girl and dragged her to the ground. He proceeded to punch her face, causing the girl to struggle with getting him off of her. She tried to throw a punch only for her fist to be grabbed by him. She used her other fist only to have it grabbed by the dodger's other hand. Smirking, Sunset used her grabbed hands to repeatedly strike his gas mask with his own fists, causing it to fall out after a couple more strikes. With his face fully exposed, she pulled her hands towards her, causing the dodger to be pulled forward. With gritted teeth and clenched eyes, she collided her head towards his head, knocking him out from the head butt. She tossed him to the side as she got up with more aches than she could imagine.
Scorpan was amazed, shown by his blinking eyes and surprised look plastered on his face.
"Wow, where did you learn to fight?" Scorpan exclaimed with a look of disbelief in his face.
"I don't want to fight you Scorpan." Sunset Shimmer softly said as she walked towards the teen. "I just want to make sure my school doesn't get into a bigger mess."
Scorpan narrowed his eyes at Sunset Shimmer. With almost all of the gangsters unconscious and not making a peep, it leaved just the girl and the boy standing still, looking at each other without moving a muscle. Afterwards, Scorpan's gaze unto the teenage girl remained unbroken as he quietly took off his red-brown jacket and threw it on the ground. Sunset Shimmer let out a determined breath of fresh air as she quickly removed her jacket and threw it aside.
"You honestly think you can make a difference?" Scorpan asked with no care in his tone as he picked up a nearby lead pipe.
Spotting another lead pipe near her, Sunset slowly grabbed it and tightened her grip on it as she suddenly exploded at Scorpan. "I CAN'T JUST DO NOTHING! The vice principal got her hand slit! The students had to have therapy! One of the students got shot in the chest! Please! Up to this point, anything will help!"
Scorpan spat on the ground as he glared at the angry teenage girl.
"Then show me all you got."
Scorpan charged at Sunset with the lead pipe ready to swing. Sunset dodged his attack and tried to punch him in the face. She gasped as Scorpan quickly grabbed it and threw her aside to the ground. The girl scattered on the ground as she quickly got up and swung the lead pipe at the boy. He quickly blocked it with his lead pipe and swung it at her legs, causing her to collapse on the floor. She quickly kicked his feet, causing the boy to tumble on the floor, giving the chance to get back up immediately. With an angry look on his face, he jumped back up with his lead pipe on his hand and turned to Sunset, only to have a lead pipe strike him in the face. He stumbled a bit in surprise and suddenly got smacked in the chest, dropping him to the floor. Growling, the boy suddenly charged back up and threw his away the lead pipe. Sunset was then met with several punches to her face, chest, and stomach, causing the red and yellow haired girl to bleed. Luckily for her, Scorpan stopped so that he would not do critical damage to her. He would be lying to himself if he didn't drop his jaw. Despite bleeding and covered in aches and bruises, Sunset did not fall down and instead stayed on her feet, looking at Scorpan. Her black eye and other good eye narrowed as she stared at the boy. Her growl showed some of her teeth being covered in red from the gums bleeding. She wiped the blood from her cheeks as she let out a yell and charge at the dumbfounded teen. He could feel a tooth yank out of his mouth as he crashed on the floor. Coughing a bit, he looked up to the aggressive Sunset Shimmer. Her aggression was gone, yet Sunset continued to glare at Scorpan. The teenage boy continued to glare at the girl before he let out another cough and began to speak.
"Damn..." Scorpan grumbled to himself as he wiped the blood from his mouth and face. "For a persistent little girl, you sure are strong..."
"No more Scorpan." Sunset gritted her teeth as she walked up to the downed boy. "Tell me now what you know."
Scorpan did not answer immediately. He chose to stare at Sunset Shimmer, who glared back at him with fury in her eyes. Scorpan finally said something, though it was not in the form of an answer. "Why?"
Sunset tilted her head.
"Why are you so fixated on trying to help your school?" Scorpan asked as he lifted himself up in the ground. He looked down before his head lifted up the second he figured out the answer to his own question. "Unless...you still haven't forgave yourself about being a demon girl. Heh, that was a long ass time ago, you're still complaining about that?"
Sunset's angry was put aside as she let out a sad sigh before looking at the gangster. "It isn't just that. It's just...after what I'd done to the school, I vowed to protect it...as a way to compensate all the terrible things I did back then..."
"You're an interesting girl, Sunset. Ever since that Fall Formal incident, you've been doing whatever you can to make up for the bad things you did. Around that time the Sirens attacked, people still treated you like trash, yet you didn't let that stop you from making a difference. Even after that Anon-a-Miss thing, you STILL want to help out the school. I'm not going to lie, if that shit happened to me, I woulda told them to go to Tartarus and then leave the school forever. But you FORGAVE them. You forgave the three girls who made the school hate you and treat you like a leper. You forgave your five friends who deserted and distrusted you even after supposedly promising this...princess that they would always be at your side. Your life was made a living torture session and you actually said 'You're forgiven' to the ones who ruined you and ostracized you? That's what I admire you, Sunset Shimmer." Scorpan warmly said with a grin on his face. His smile quickly died out and Sunset saw him replace it with a sad frown on his battered face. "You know, I never wanted to be a gangster in the first place."
Confused, Sunset wondered what he meant before he continued. "I was kinda like you. I had an alright life, not counting being with my bastard brother, but all was well. I had a lot of good friends and people I enjoyed hanging out with. Some of the people I've befriended back then was from Canterlot High, a school I never went to. Before you came to the school, almost everyone, even the teachers, were like best buds with me."
He let out a smile as the memories came flooding in his mind.
"I was even best friends with that popular bearded teacher before his untimely death..."
Sunset heard about this particular bearded teacher. He was dead before she came to this world, but his reputation made him known to even the freshmen of the school.
"Star-Swirled the Bearded?" She guessed, resulting in Scorpan's smile growing wider.
"Heh, yeah. Not his actual name, but he did enjoy that nickname. He and I got together like two peas in a pod and like flies in dog poo. Heh. He believed that I had a good future ahead of me and that I would prosper. After his death, I swore to make sure he didn't waste his breath saying that prediction."
Scorpan looked away with an angry look on his face.
"Of course, I broke that swear."
Sunset already knew the reason why this swear was broken.
"Tirek?" She guessed. She was proven right by Scorpan's slow nod.
"That slimeball started his own gang and began messing up the town. I couldn't just let thing by. I did what you did. I took action." Scorpan's hand rolled up to a tightened fist. "It amazes me that I managed to gather up some people to start a gang. My men and I made sure Tirek's reign didn't get out of control. Regardless, I still ended up becoming what my brother is: a dirty crook."
Shaking his head, he decided to change the subject, not wanting to bore Sunset with his sob story.
"I suppose I owe you the truth." Scorpan grumbled as he took out a cigarette and lit it after placing it on his mouth. "I was on my way to talk to...someone about the attacks on my men. I got some information about them from that guy. All I know was that they were animal masks, kinda like the rooster-masked killer. A skinny one, a burly one, and a girl. They were working for these two guys. I don't know who they are or what they even looked like because they wore these trench coats. The guy I visited said they kinda looked like they were around your age. He also told me that those two guys wanted the three killers to work for Tirek. So whoever these two trench coat bastards are, they're the ones screwing with me. I don't get why though..."
He took out his cigarette to let out a puff of smoke from his lips. "I 'pressured' him for some more details and apparently there's this rumor that this rooster-masked killer isn't really a super crazy killer and is just some hired muscle paid to destroy Tirek's gang. I have no clue who hired him. Considering that he only killed people who belong to Tirek's gang, I wouldn't doubt that he's really just a low mercenary."
Sighing, Scorpan flicked the cigarette away as he turned to Sunset. "That's all I know."
"Scorpan," Sunset said, looking at Scorpan. "Thank you and sorry to hear about what happened to you."
Quietly, Sunset picked up her jacket and was about to leave before a reserved Scorpan gave the girl one last warning.
"Sunset, remember to be careful what you're getting yourself into. I mean, I know I'm dead either way because of my decision to continue being a petty crook. The best friends and students I hanged out with forgot about me...and I forgot about them. They don't see the Scorpan who would play video games with or play sports or go out for shakes. They see the gangster. The guy who leads these savages throughout the street."
He rubbed his forehead in irritation.
"I can still hear Star Swirl's prediction go down the toilet. Me prosper? Me have a good future? It's too late for that."
His gums began to hurt from gritting his teeth too hard.
"I wouldn't be surprised if I ended up in a body bag today..."
Letting out a sigh, he turned to Sunset Shimmer with a determined look on his face.
"Sunset, good luck."
He turned around, hoping Sunset would leave. He blinked when he felt arms around him. Scorpan was surprised to see Sunset Shimmer hugging him. Letting out a smile, he hugged her back. Sunset let go of him and looked him in the eyes.
"Thank you. And Scorpan, good luck and may Celestia watch over you."
"May that principal watch over me?" Scorpan asked, unsure what that meant. "Um, okay?"
Sunset Shimmer giggled. "That wasn't what I meant. Well, you get the idea. Thanks again Scorpan. And by the way, people at school, including the teachers, are talking about you. Good things. All of them are hoping you're alright and safe."
The girl quietly left, leaving Scorpan alone. The brown teenager let out another sigh as he looked up to the sky.
"I'm sorry, Star-Swirled."
After looking up at the sky for a bit longer, he took out his phone and dialed someone. He placed the phone in his ear as he began to talk.
"Have Tirek come over for a meeting down at that red apartment. You know which apartment I'm talking about. It's about time I have a little chat with Tirek..."
Present
The girls were speechless as Sunset finished her story. Each of them were not sure what to say. Some wanted to rebuke the girl for being involved in this mess, risking great injuries and even death. Some were astonished at her loyalty to her school and her undying desire to protect the school. Some even pitied Scorpan over his own problems and his reluctantly chosen lifestyle. However, most of them thought what Indigo Zap had just blurted out:
"Man, I didn't know you can fight!"
Sunset let out a sheepish look on her face as Twilight put a hand to her chin. "Two guys our age? Those are the ones responsible for this whole mess? Unbelievable...but we still don't know who these guys are! Without a clear description or any lead, we do not know what to do!"
"Hey girls, look over there!"
The girls turned to Rainbow Dash who was narrowing her eyes at something. The girls turned and saw a car heading for the curb slowly with smoke coming out of the trunk. The engine made a loud sputtering sound which was a sign that the car had probably ran out of gas. What caught the girl's attention was the four people inside the car, who quickly exited of the car. Much to the surprise of the Canterlot High students, they recognized three of the people as Adagio Dazzle, Aria Blaze, and Sonata Dusk.
"Isn't that...the Dazzlings!? I thought they had left town!?" Rarity exclaimed in disbelief.
"The Dazzlings? Who are they?" Sour Sweet wondered as Sugarcoat narrowed her eyes at the car.
"Wait...who's that with the girls?"
The girls looked to where Sugarcoat was pointing at. They saw a blonde man wearing a letterman jacket, jeans, and a stoic expression on his face. The Shadowbolts and Twilight took note of the jacket and the plastic rooster mask he was holding and soon felt themselves go pale and stricken with total fear.
"...the rooster-masked killer..."
19th Scene - War
"I can't believe the car's outta gas already!" Aria snapped as she repeatedly kicked the immobile. "There's not a gas station around here! What are we gonna do?!"
"Well, at least we're away from those men." Sonata admitted as she rubbed her arm. "As much as it kinda felt good to fight, I don't want to do that again."
"Sonata's right. We're away from them, so that's the good news." Adagio added as she let out a sigh. She turned to Jacket who was staring at the car. His head snapped up and turned around. The sirens wondered what he was looking at and turned around, only to gasp at what they had saw.
Sunset Shimmer and her friends, along with these girls who wore these fancy looking school uniforms, all marched to the party of four. The girls in their fancy looking school uniforms looked hesitant and hid behind Sunset and the other girls.
"Oh great, not now..." Adagio grumbled as she placed a hand on her forehead. Jacket was confused as he watched the three girls around him look uncomfortable and uneasy.
"Jacket, remember when we said we tried to brainwash Canterlot High?" Sonata reminded Jacket who nodded in response. "These girls are not only from Canterlot High, they stopped us and took away our ability to sing."
The silent man blinked in response as the red and yellow haired girl appeared next to the Dazzlings with the other girls behind her.
"You three again?!" Rainbow Dash yelled as she shook her fist at the girls. "We thought you left town after that Battle of the Bands fiasco!"
"You know these girls?" Spike asked Sunset. The sight of a talking dog made Jacket raised an eyebrow, though his face still remained stoic.
"These are the sirens we told you about." Sunset explained to the dog and the Shadowbolts. "The ones who almost took all of our magic during the Battle of the Bands."
"Alright, look." Adagio reasoned. "You girls made us lose our ability to sing, so we can't do that anymore."
"Ya tried to take over the school!" Applejack aggressively shouted as she marched up to Adagio.
Aria placed herself between the girls. "Stop it! We have bigger things to worry about!"
"Yeah!" Indigo Zap shouted despite her nervousness. "Like what is HE doing here with you girls!?" She asked as she pointed to Jacket.
"His name is Jacket!" Sonata explained.
"We don't care what his name is!" Twilight shouted back as she avoided looking at Jacket. "He's still that rooster-masked killer!"
"No wait, please let us explain!" Aria tried to state until Rainbow Dash interrupted her.
"Ha! What makes you think we'll-"
"Start from the beginning." Sunset Shimmer replied to Aria, causing her friends to stare at her with befuddled looks on their faces. "And tell us why...Jacket is with you."
"Sunset, pleeeeeeeeeeeease tell me you're joking!" Pinkie Pie practically shouted at Sunset.
"The Dazzlings brainwashed the school and this man is a serial killer." Rarity said firmly while trying to sound lady-like. "Why do you wish to reason with them?"
"Scorpan said you're just a mercenary." Sunset Shimmer explained as she walked up to Jacket, which disturbed her friends as they watched her come closer to the killer. "You were targeting just these gangsters. No one else. You may be a killer, but you had a reason to kill those people, didn't you?"
Jacket turned away with a blank look on his face as Sunset continued to give the blonde man a hard stare. The girl turned to the girls and blinked when she noticed their slightly ripped clothes and bruises they had on their faces.
"What happened to you, girls?" Sunset Shimmer asked the girls before Sunny Flare blurted out something to say.
"Don't tell me this chicken freak did this to you!" She frantically assumed as she pointed at Jacket who rolled his eyes. He hated it when people referred to him as a chicken freak.
"Look, it's a long story." Sonata answered. "And I don't know if you want us to tell it."
Rainbow Dash felt like throwing a punch at Jacket and the Dazzlings. "I don't care if Sunset wants to hea-"
"No, let them explain." Fluttershy interrupted Dash, causing the girls to blink at her. "I know the girls did some bad things to us, but that doesn't mean we act like they did. Besides, look at them. They look seriously hurt. At least let them talk before we start judging them."
Despite their fury against the girls, they couldn't help but pay notice to how terrible the girls, and even Jacket, looked. Fluttershy continued on as she gave a look of concern at the blonde man.
"Besides, Jacket is it? He looks...sad. As if something happened to him. Something in the past that emotionally scarred him for life."
Jacket turned his head away, letting the girls know that Fluttershy was right. He silently hoped his bearded friend was resting. Fluttershy looked to her friends and saw them staring at her with surprised looks on their faces. She started to blush and cower a bit as she stuttered.
"If it's alright with you. You can do what you girls wanted to do to the Dazzlings initially. I was just saying..."
The girls stared at Jacket, Adagio Dazzle, Aria Blaze, and Sonata Dusk while wondering if they should hear their story or not. After what seemed like a long minute, they finally decided on their decision.
"Fine." Rainbow Dash grumbled as she folded her arms across her chest.
"I don't like this, but I hope it's a GOOD story." Pinkie Pie answered as she grinned nervously.
Applejack and Rarity looked at each other uncomfortably before nodding to the Dazzlings. Sunset turned to Twilight, Spike, and the Shadowbolts for their response. She could see the fear in the eyes and tiny beads of sweat dripping from the girl's foreheads. Nevertheless, after looking at each other, the girls and dog nodded at Sunset.
"Go ahead."
Letting out a sigh, Adagio began to speak, "You girls obviously know that we're not from this world and that we're from another universe. Jacket...is also from another universe as well."
The schoolgirls and Spike tilted their heads at this explanation. Adagio ignored them as she began to explain what Jacket had told the Dazzlings. The girls were informed about the man's past from the military and his business with these mobsters. Eventually, he was incarcerated and, under unusual circumstances, was teleported into this world.
"They're not lying so far." Applejack pointed out to her friends, causing them to widen their eyes at the country girl.
"Wait, really?" Rarity answered in disbelief as the apple girl nodded.
"As someone who's honest her entire life, Ah'm able to tell who's fibbin'."
"I can tell as well." Sugarcoat added, despite her fear of Jacket. "My blunt honesty helps me detect any lies anyone is saying based on their expressions and mannerisms. So far, as far-fetched as their story is so far, I believe it. We HAVE experienced some bizarre events after all."
The students remained silent though they couldn't help but agree that they had run into some bizarre events in the past. They looked at Adagio as she continued her story.
"Eventually, Jacket needed a place to stay. We also needed money since we were living in a dump."
"A dump? How awful..." Fluttershy murmured as she felt pity for her former adversary.
"Yeah, I hear you." Aria added as she shook her head. "Anyway, we got money and Jacket got a home. We thought things were gonna be okay...but that is until that bank robbery."
"Bank robbery?" Sunny Flare asked. "You mean that robbery around the beginning of November?"
"That one." Sonata answered. "And it turns out Jacket was the one who thwarted it."
The schoolgirls and Spike stared at Jacket in awe. The blonde man continued to not show a single emotion on his face as Pinkie Pie exploded in disbelief. "Wowie zowie! That was really crazy over there! I can't believe a crazy freak managed to...uh...oops. Didn't mean to call you a crazy freak...hehe?"
Jacket stared at the pink girl.
"Heh heh...stop staring at me. Stare at Sour Sweet." Pinkie Pie nervously said to the quiet man as she pointed at the Crystal Prep student. "She always talks about how she wants to kick the chicken freak's butt and teach him a lesson he'll never forget."
Jacket turned his stare to Sour Sweet, who immediately hid behind Twilight Sparkle while shaking her legs and whimpering.
"Please don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me."
Jacket kept himself from letting out an annoyed groan as Adagio continued the story.
"Afterwards, Jacket received these phone calls. They told him to kill these gangsters or else they're not only kill him, but us as well."
"Land sakes..." Applejack grumbled in disbelief.
"So Scorpan was right, Jacket was actually a mercenary hired to kill Tirek's gang." Sunset stated as she placed a hand on her chin. She looked back to the blonde man. "That attack at The Alicorn Nightclub. You were sent to kill all of Tirek's men there and they responded by having those gunmen."
Jacket nodded as Sunset Shimmer clenched her fists. "Damnit! Luna, Flash, and the other students were involved in this!" She noticed a twinge of guilt in Jacket's eyes and soon calmed down as Aria began to speak.
"Eventually, we told him we were sirens and he actually took it well. Um, though since it's because he's in another universe."
"Then today happened." Sonata continued as she let out a frown. "Jacket had to do something, which was apparently to take care of more crooks. He took a bit longer than usual."
"The Wifi Palace..." Twilight whispered as the Shadowbolts bit their lips and felt their stomachs being twisted. "You killed those people...who were going to kill us."
"You didn't want to kill them, did you? You actually saved them?" Sunset asked the reticent, blonde man who nodded in response. The Shadowbolts couldn't help but to blink their eyes at him. He saved us in his own free will? Twilight thought in curiosity.
"Jacket finally came back, only to go to some other place." Adagio disclosed before feeling a bit sheepish. "We...decided to follow him. We had to take care of some gangsters in our way to get to Jacket."
"Judging from how you look, must've been easier said than done, huh?" Lemon Zest guessed. She turned a bit ill as she saw Jacket staring at her with a tiny hint of hostility at her. Lemon Zest, however, noticed that he was paying attention to her headphones more than herself.
"Yeah." Sonata replied. "Anyway, we ended up stumbling across Jacket in some standoff with two guys. One looked red with a black jacket while the other one was brownish with some golden triangle medallion on his neck."
"Scorpan..." Sunset Shimmer analyzed as her eyes grew wide. "What happened?"
"We heard gunshots and...Jacket was the only one who survived." Adagio answered while giving Sunset a remorseful stare.
Sunset felt pale as she had trouble accepting the news. "No...I talked to him a while ago. I can't believe he's...gone..."
Fluttershy placed a hand on Sunset Shimmer's shoulder as the red and yellow haired girl let out a single tear, feeling saddened over the loss of Scorpan.
"We had to get out of there." Aria said as she crossed her arms. "When we got to our apartment, we learned about what kind of man Jacket really was and...got mad. We had to put aside our anger at him when these men came and tried to kill us. They were probably hired by the guys who made Jacket kill these gangsters. We took care of them without killing them and got out of the building as quick as possible. We stole a ride and drove away until it ran out of gas. Apparently, it stopped right here...and here we are now!"
The girls said not a single word as they stared at the Dazzlings and Jacket. While they still felt some hostility towards them, the girls couldn't help but believe their story. Applejack and Sugarcoat confirmed they were telling the truth, so they decided to have a truce between their former enemies. However, Twilight frowned as she placed a hand on her chin.
"While we're at least glad you're not our enemies in this situation." Twilight explained as she let out a disappointed sigh. "This doesn't really help us though. We still have no idea where to begin solving this problem."
The Dazzlings looked at each other with troublesome looks on their faces before they cleared their throats. "Um, Jacket has an idea." Aria pointed out as she scratched the back of her head. "We, uh, have someone who's part of the people who attacked someone."
"Really? Where?"
"He's...in the trunk of the car." Sonata answered Sunset's question with a shaky, toothy grin.
"You took one of the thugs as a hostage?!" Sour Sweet snapped from behind Twilight Sparkle.
"It was his idea, not ours." Aria quickly pointed at Jacket who still did not display any emotion.
"I guess we might as well...reason with him?" Twilight asked Jacket who nodded in response.
The girls, Spike, Dazzlings, and Jacket walked to the trunk of the car. Jacket placed his mask back on his head as he placed his hands on the car. The Canterlot High students shrugged at the Crystal Prep students as Jacket nonchalantly opened up the trunk. Inside the car was an irritated crook who was busy struggling and shouting.
"What the fuck?! Where am I?!"
He turned to his captors and widened his eyes at the sight of Jacket.
"Shit! The chicken freak! Get me outta here! You're all dead! You hear me! DEAD!"
"Yeah, yeah, we're dead. Whatever." Sunset Shimmer apathetically grumbled before she glared down at the thug. "Listen, we don't want to hurt you. But we've got a problem and you have to at least know SOMETHING. Who hired these men who tried to kill the Dazzlings and the rooster-masked assassin?"
"I'm not telling you shit, demon girl!"
"We're not going to ask you again." Sour Sweet serenely said to the thug before her tone became furious. "Who's responsible for this mess!?!"
"Fuck you and your school that turned that girl into a demon for those stupid games!"
The Shadowbolts felt a twinge of disgrace over the Friendship Games event as Jacket rolled his eyes behind his plastic mask. He signaled Sonata for a piece of paper with a pencil and soon obtained what he asked. He began to write a list on it and showed it to the girls. Pinkie Pie immediately responded by digging into her pockets of her pants and pulling out some materials from the list. Jacket was tempted to break his mute status to ask the teenage girl HOW or WHY she had those in her pocket. Nevertheless, he took them and then vigorously dragged the thug from the trunk.
"Um, what do you need those things for?" Pinkie Pie asked. Jacket stopped in his tracks and gently turned to the pink girl. Without a word being spoken from the two people, Pinkie Pie suddenly looked like she had seen a ghost as Jacket continued his dragging.
"What was that about?" Rainbow Dash asked as the girls watched the criminal start to shout as Jacket lugged him to the other side of the vacant school and out of the sight of the girls. Pinkie Pie smiled nervously at her rainbow-haired friend.
"Jackie's gonna...talk some sense with the guy. He also recommends that we don't follow him. It isn't going to be pretty."
The girls faces turned dull as they shrugged at each other and hoped to the goddesses that Jacket did not resort to killing. After a couple of minutes had passed, Adagio jumped up in irritation.
"Okay, he's been torturing that guy for too long. I don't care how ugly it's going to look, I'm gonna stop Jacket."
She ran to the other side of the school with her friends following her, despite feeling uneasy about the mess they're going to witness. When they got there, they found the criminal not too physically injured. He was rather savagely emotionally injured as he crawled up in a ball and let out anxious sobs. They noticed a piece of paper pinned to the wall and walked up to it to read the message that was inscribed on it.
I'm sorry Adagio, Aria, Sonata, and the rest of you girls and that dog. I got you all into this mess. Now I have to get you out of this mess. The guy told me the location after a couple of seconds of...interrogation. The address of the HQ is at the bottom of this page and if you're reading up to this point, I'm already there. I'm going to make things right.
The girls stared at each other as Sonata rolled up her fingers into a fist. "We have to go after him!" She said to the Dazzlings. "We can't leave him there! He's going to get killed!"
"Say no more. We're going after him." Aria responded as she cracked her knuckles.
"C'mon girls!" Adagio ordered as the trio of girls began to sprint off.
The students of Canterlot High and Crystal Prep wondered what to do now as Sunset Shimmer let out a determined growl on her face.
"Girls, you stay." Sunset ordered without turning around. "I'll go with the Dazzlings."
The girls gasped in horror at what Sunset Shimmer had just said. "Are you demented?" Rarity shrieked as she placed a hand on Sunset's shoulder. "You are going to get killed there, darling!"
"I have to...for Scorpan..." Sunset Shimmer replied as she mildly removed the alabaster girl's hand from her shoulder. "He died because of this mess. I have to make things right..." She began to sprint away from the girls who tried to reason with their friend but could not keep up with Sunset.
"Wait up!" Sunset Shimmer shouted at the sirens who stopped for a moment.
"What are you doing here?" Aria asked as she raised an eyebrow.
"What does it look like? I'm going to help you!"
"Wait, really?" Sonata stammered with doubt in her tone. "But I thought you still hated us because of that brainwashing school thing!"
"That's all in the past!" Sunset shouted as she let out a firm look at the sirens. "You girls are trying to stop this mess. I want to stop this crazy thing!"
Total silence hung between the trio of girls and the red and yellow haired girl. Sonata quietly turned to Aria who shifted to Adagio. They still felt some anger at Sunset for making them lose their ability to sing, but she was right. That was in the past and they should let it go if they want to stop this chaos. With strong-willed smiles on their faces, they nodded at Sunset as they began to ran.
"Well come on then!" Adagio called out. "We gotta get there and help Jacket!"
Sunset Shimmer smirked back and rushed to the girls as she looked up in the sky and let out a courageous nod.
"Scorpan...wish me luck!"
Jacket let out a relaxed sigh upon finishing his cigarette. Throwing it on the ground before stomping on it, the stoic man looked up to the building that bestowed in front of him. The gangster said this was the headquarters and Jacket knew he was telling the truth. The silent man rarely brags, but the times of brutally killing Russians have made him skilled in sadistic torturing.
The blonde man growled as he can feel his hands aching from being tightly clenched up as fists. A chance to leave the violence and Russians from the past had been offered to him but was wasted on petty orders on executing gangsters. Men who were part of a gang that he was not even aware of in the first place.
I know where you live now, you bastards, Jacket mentally declared as the rage building in his soul was ready to be unleashed. You made me kill these fuckers for some reason I don't care about and then tried to kill me.
Jacket cracked his knuckles before he closed his eyes while slowly inserting his mask onto his head. He opened his eyes and then squinted at the entrance. He can still hear that dying man's request. He was going to make sure that request came true, come hell or high water.
Find the bastards...and kill them...
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Jacket did not show any hint of hesitation as he kicked down the twin doors that stood before him. He took a good look of the area, identifying it as a lobby of some sort. Three gangsters acting as guards raised their eyebrows at the masked maniac, momentarily wondering what is he doing here before shrugging and pulling out their butterfly knives. Jacket saw nothing but vicious grins on their faces, intent on making Jacket suffer. One charged and swung his knife at the masked mercenary. Jacket moved aside, avoiding the blade and not wasting this opportunity for a counterattack. He grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it enough for blood to slather into the gangster's skin. Much to Jacket's satisfaction, the nearby gangsters dropped their grins with panicked looks on their faces as the man with the twisted wrist screamed from his lungs until his throat ached from its soreness. Of course, it went from sore to slit with blood squirting from it when Jacket slashed the gangster's throat. Pushing him down to the cold ground, Jacket walked nonchalantly with the other guards. They put aside their uneasiness and growled at the rooster-masked warrior. With their blades intact, they dashed to the killer with the desire for some action. Unfortunately for them, the only action they received was the excruciating pain of their throats as they fell down with slit, bleeding throats. Jacket noticed how one of them had a revolver concealed in their shirts. Ignoring the need to question why the guard did not use the gun in the first place, he snatched the gun from the guard before pausing to look at them. The killer could tell from their dying faces they want to be put out of their misery.
No fucking way... Jacket thought after some patient thinking.
Jacket saw three elevators to his right but chose to walk up the stairs. Before he faced the ones responsible for this mess, Jacket thought it would be wise to have everyone else out of the picture. He reached the second floor and kicked the two doors in front of him.
Jacket noticed how he was in a large hallway with a room at each side. Windows were present, along with an overweight guard behind each window. Two overweight guards immediately crashed through the doors and headed for the rooster-masked man. Jacket aimed the revolver and fired, striking the man's head with a caliber bullet before the masked man blew the other man's brains. Four more shots were left which was coincidental as Jacket looked up and saw four guards equipped with silenced MP5's. Placing his free hand on the hammer of the gun, Jacket used his other hand to pull the trigger, rapidly taking out the thugs in front of him.
Yeehaw, motherfuckers... Jacket mentally quipped as he threw away the revolver and pulled out his knife from earlier as he walked to the dead thugs. An eyebrow was itching to be raised on his face upon seeing another gangster wearing a gas mask and holding an active chainsaw with a rusty blade. Jacket honestly thought this idiot was really going to try to kill him. His thoughts have been answered when the dodger lunged at him while swinging his chainsaw until a knife was jammed through his mask and into one of his eye sockets. As he fell down dead, Jacket grabbed the chainsaw and pulled on the cord, giving it a good loud rev. His ears perked up at the sound of thugs rushing into the floor.
I promised Adagio I wouldn't kill anyone at our burning apartment. Jacket thought as he lifted up the chainsaw and gritted his teeth in anticipation for the carnage that is about to occur. Gangsters jumped out of the two rooms with guns and axes in their hands. They did not waste a single second running towards the masked killer while yelling out battle cries. Jacket swung the chainsaw at one of them in a diagonal slash, causing the gangster's top half of his body to slide from the lower part. Blood squirted around Jacket and stained some of the nearby gangsters who were shocked at what just happened. One of them growled and shook his head, concentrating on Jacket as he pointed his pistol at him. His eyes snapped wide open until he could feel his eye muscles torn as the rooster-masked man sliced his hand from his arm. Jacket grabbed the gun from the chopped hand and then pounced on the gangster. The fear-filled thug screamed as Jacket slammed the chainsaw into his chest, causing muscles and sinew to burst and filling the room with the sweet sounds of agonizing pain and mutilated muscles and meat. As Jacket was busy tearing through the poor sucker's chest, he whipped out the pistol he had just stolen and fired at the nearby shocked gangsters as they were easy targets.
He yanked out the chainsaw from the corpse. Jacket momentarily turned off the chainsaw for a bit to avoid overheating and taking this time to clean some of the blood and heart pieces from the blade. He cleaned the saw a bit as he slowly walked into another room filled with more gangsters. An overweight thug tried to punch Jacket. The other gangsters dropped their jaws as they saw the rooster-masked man impale the overweight man with the chainsaw. Bloody bits of the man's chest exploded throughout the room as the fat thug cried while the masked man pulled the chainsaw downward so that his stomach would not be spared as well. The gangsters almost puked at the sight of the overweight's kidneys and liver being splattered into blood-soaked chunks all over the expensive looking carpet. Jacket kicked the dead thug and swung the chainsaw at a stunned thug. The thug screamed in horror as the blade ripped through his arm, causing a gush of blood to burst from the end of his shoulder. The other thug was about to blow off Jacket's brains out with a shotgun. Feeling his eyes hurting from narrowing too much, Jacket jumped from the gangster and swung the chainsaw downward at the shotgun-equipped gangster, chopping him in half. Immediately, the two halves of his body fell to the ground with a splash of blood squirting from the halves, coating Jacket in crimson red. His organs fell from the chopped body, causing the armless thug to vomit over the sight of his former companion's stomach and intestines soaking the carpet and his brain slumping to the carpet. As he stopped his vomiting, he looked up only to find a chainsaw heading towards his face. Jacket remained emotionless as the chainsaw tore through the eyes, nose, and tissue. He did not even blink at the tongue, skin, and cranium being plastered on the wall with gallons of crimson blood being ejected all over the room.
Jacket could feel the chainsaw engine dying, causing him to leave the chainsaw in the guy's face. He took off his mask and let out a deep breath. With his eyes closed, he could smell the blood, brains, muscles, and this other distinctive smell he couldn't really identify. He snatched a sub machine gun from one of the dismembered thugs and exited the room to get some fresh air that didn't have the extreme strong scent of blood in the air. Satisfied, Jacket placed his mask back into his head as he headed for one of the exits and darted up the stairs.
He halted his sprinting when a single gunshot ricocheted from the railway. The masked man looked up and already saw an angry criminal with a revolver in his hand as he attempted to gun down the intruder. Jacket moved aside to let a bullet ricochet away from him before he pointed at the thug and held down on the trigger, firing the weapon. The unfortunate thug got his chest stained with massive amounts of blood as the bullets ripped through his heart and muscle, causing him to tumble down the stairs. Jacket quickly grabbed the corpse's pistols as the gangster continued to roll down. The rooster-masked killer proceeded to walk up the stairs which was soaked in the blood of the gangster.
With some bullets left in the sub machine gun and two pistols tucked behind his jeans, Jacket continued on before he heard one of the doors from the stairway open, revealing three thugs with double-barrelled shotguns. As he sprinted up, Jacket whipped out his sub machine gun and used the last of the ammunition to scatter bullet holes at one of the thugs. After killing the criminal, Jacket snatched the double barreled shotgun and fired a shell at the other two thugs. One of them was killed as his head exploded into a bloody mess, yet the other one was shot in the stomach and was not killed immediately. Feeling blood dripping from his nose, the thug took out a desert eagle and pointed it at Jacket with a shakily hand and blurry vision. Jacket threw the empty shotgun at the dying thug's face, causing him to drop the gun and hold his attacked face. The masked man quickly grabbed the thug's neck and twisted it, causing a splash of blood to splatter over the stairs. Grabbing the other shotguns and desert eagle, Jacket took a deep breath as he equipped both of his hands with pistols before kicking the door open to the current floor.
The masked anti-hero was already met with a surprised gangster who pointed his pistol at Jacket before getting the top half of his head blown to red bits. He fell down to the floor with blood leaking from his head as Jacket observed his surroundings. In front of him were a couple of windows where two overweight thugs, witnessing the rooster masked man killing the criminal in front of him, rushed out from the room. Jacket tried to gun them down but his bullets missed as they exited to the hallway to get to the masked man. Shrugging, Jacket walked into another room that contained electronic musical equipment as well as three gunmen who sidestepped behind the equipment at the sight of Jacket. Just as the gangsters were about to open fire, Jacket jumped out of the doorway and leaned against the wall as the bullets missed him. He swapped his pistol for a desert eagle as he appeared in the doorway. He dived forward while firing the desert eagle, successfully shooting the gangsters. One got his eyeball blown in a bloody mess while the other had his throat butchered from the gunshot. As the gangster with the shot throat fell down dead, the last one got his shoulder blasted as he yelled while clenching it. Jacket grabbed one of the equipment and smashed it at the gangster's head until brains started to leak out of his head. The masked man took a deep breath as he finished bashing the brains before whipping out his shotgun and wasting the only two ammunition on the overweight men from before. They had arrived in the room with hopes to kill Jacket, only to have their faces shredded off of their heads by a sheer force of a shotgun. Jacket swiped a Mendoza from one of the dead gangsters before heading to the doorway.
Sprinting out of the room, Jacket equipped himself with the two pistols as he ran through the interior. He extended his arms out while pulling on the triggers on each of the guns. He guessed there were already enemies hiding behind the doorway so he saved himself the trouble as each crook on each side collapsed with bullet holes distributed all over their chests. Entering another room, Jacket saw what seemed to be a pool built inside this square room. Already the rooster masked anti-hero saw a couple of guys taking a swim. The crooks stopped their pool enjoyment when they spotted their enemy standing in front of them, causing them to drop their alcoholic drinks and snagged their nearby pistols. Jacket fired a couple of rounds at them which lead to the pool being filled with bloods and the corpses of the shot gangsters. The sound of bullets attracted dogs as they appeared on the other side of the room and jolted at Jacket. The man couldn't believe how easy it was as he wasted the dogs by firing a well placed shot on their temples. Jacket realized that he only had a few amount of ammo on one of his guns as he threw the other one into the pool, not wanting to carry around an empty gun. Thankfully, the ammo on his last pistol was used wisely as a man pursued to chop off Jacket's head off with a fire axe. Jacket twisted around and fired the last ammunition into the gangster's liver, causing him to drop his axe and clasp his part of the body that was severely bleeding. Unfortunately for him, he looked up to see a tall man with a chicken mask using his last bullet at the goon's forehead. Jacket snatched the fire axe and shifted his head to the dodger that rushed past the pool, swaying his chainsaw in the air. He stopped dead on his tracks, literally as the anti-hero lodged the fire axe directly in the dodger's skull. Jacket kicked the chainsaw into the pool, since he wanted to shoot some assholes, not chop them up.
As he exited out of the room, he came across a long hallway and walked forward with precise caution and a cold Mendoza resting in his palms. He came across a room with no door and plenty of windows revealing the people inside the room. Jacket spotted a gangster with a sawed off shotgun, an overweight hooligan, and, most to Jacket's great dismay, a guy sitting on the couch who was facing at the wall while listening on his big pink headphones. The hero pointed his gun at the gangster with the shotgun, shooting off a moderate chunk of his head much to his fat companion's shock. Jacket did not forget the overweight man, firing at his stomach until the intestines started to ooze out of the dying thug's stomach. With a ferocious growl as he stared at the clueless headphone-wearing moron, Jacket aimed directly at the headphones and fired, causing them to explode and make the thug yelp while plunging down to the floor. Turning up, the crook saw Jacket pointing a gun at him and replied with a frantic cry of surrender. Jacket shot him in the head, hoping that would help the world from being contaminated by music-listening idiots like HIM. He paused a moment as he recalled seeing that green-haired, pink-skinned schoolgirl with those large headphones on her head. He shook his head since she was just a teen and possibly didn't listen to her music with her eyes closed while banging her head smiling 24/7.
Just as Jacket reached the end of the hallway, he walked to the doorway on his right and stopped for a moment to blink. He was standing in front of a canine...who was spinning around at a moderate speed. It didn't even look like the mutt is chasing his own tail. Jacket shrugged at this...glitch thing as he pointed his Mendoza at the dog and put it down. The sounds of the dog whimpering before it died attracted an enemy, rolling into the hallway as he fired his combat rifle at the intruder. Jacket sidestepped to cover as he felt lucky that the bullets just scratched the side of his plastic mask. He vaulted back into the room, firing his weapon at the gangster. A success hit killed the thug as he perished on the floor he was lying on as Jacket continued on before hearing more crooks coming his way.
Leaning against a wall for cover, Jacket peeked from the corner and saw one of the gangsters pulling a pin from a frag grenade before throwing it at Jacket's direction. The masked man slightly panicked at the sight of the grenade and pulled back in time as the explosion failed to scathe him. He bounced back up to his feet and killed the criminals who were foolish enough to run to the corner to see if Jacket had died. The assassin saw that he was almost low on ammunition so he switched to his desert eagle and plunged to the side. The enemies were startled to see him suddenly as one of them tried to pull out the pin of another grenade. Jacket landed a successful hit with his sidearm, causing the grenade to explode and slayed the gangsters around the explosion. As soon as he got up in his feet, Jacket grunted in confusion upon learning that the desert eagle only had one bullet in it. Shrugging, he threw it away before placing the Mendoza back into his hands. Just in time as dogs could be heard backing as they bolted past their fat masters and towards Jacket. As soon as they were in his sight, Jacket pulled on the trigger and let the gun do its work until he heard nothing from the lack of ammo. At least the dogs were scattered throughout the floor in their puddles of blood and puppy guts. He was down to his last weapon, the double barrelled shotgun. He shook his head, saddened that he had to waste it on the two "big-boned" crooks that were sprinting at him. He fired at their faces and relished at the sights of them being killed when the force of a good old fashioned shotgun blast tears through their skulls and paint the surroundings with extensive amounts of blood and brain lumps.
Feeling a bit down that he no longer had any guns on him at the moment, he was glad to see that was all the crooks on this floor. Stretching his neck a bit, he kicked down a nearby door that led to the stairways and dashed up the stairs with anticipation in his spirit.
"We're finally here!" Sunset exclaimed with a victorious smile on her face. "This should be the building!"
"Knowing Jacket, he should have taken care of some people in here already." Sonata grumbled as the four girls rushed inside the building, since the twin doors were already broken from being kicked too hard, and arrived in the lobby. Sunset Shimmer almost gagged at the sight of three corpses on the ground with dried blood on their throats. The Dazzlings, despite being disturbed by the sight of the deceased goons, were less disturbed at this sight compared to Sunset. Four crooks stood by the bodies as one of them lightly kicked one of the bodies.
"Bastards bled to death." He mumbled in an apathetic tone before he turned around and spotted the girls. "What the fuck?! It's those sirens people are talking about! And they're with that demon girl!"
"I have a name, you know!" Sunset grunted as she held up her fists with the Dazzlings readying up for combat. The gangsters chortled before one of them walked up to Sunset with the intent of going easy on her. She slammed her fist into his face, causing him to become shocked for a quick second before being smacked to the floor. The crooks dropped their jaws as the Dazzlings were impressed at what they had just witnessed. The men growled and charged at Sunset. Aria kicked one of them in the groin as Adagio grabbed another and thrusted him into the wall. As Adagio gave the goon a couple of punches to his cheek, Sonata kicked the last one in his shins which immobilized him to let Aria punch him in the stomach before letting Sonata headbutt him, causing him to to tumble to the floor. Sunset let out an impressed whistle as she looked upon the comatose thugs around her.
"Not bad..." She complimented as the trio gave her a warm smile in return. She turned to her right and glanced at the elevators. "We should take these elevators to the top floor. Jacket's going to find the people in charge of this madness so they're most likely at the top floor, which is where Jacket is heading!"
Adagio pressed one of the buttons which resulted in the elevator door opening. The four girls quietly walked inside the room, pausing for a moment to realize how huge it is as there was enough room to walk around. With no time to waste, Sonata pressed the button for the top floor before she watched the door close. As the girls felt the elevator heading up, Aria blinked for a bit as she cleared her throat to get her companions' attention.
"Um, we're gonna fight these idiots in this elevator, aren't we?"
Her question was answered when a sharp ding sound was heard. The elevator opened up to reveal a small group of crooks having a conversation with each other only to suddenly stop. The girls prepared themselves for combat as the thugs ran to them with the elevator door closing when the last thug ran in the elevator. Sonata felt her knuckles bleeding from colliding on the face of one of the thugs. She clenched her teeth as her knuckles throbbed from punching the man's cartilage in his nose along with his upper lip and row of his teeth. Aria jabbed one of the crooks to the wall as she used her elbow to fracture his jaw before his crotch was wounded by Aria's fierce kick. Sunset grabbed the hair of one of the thugs and thrusted him to another man causing both of their skulls to crash and almost fracturing them both.
As the downed men whimpered in pain, the last one put up his fists until the elevator opened to reveal more gangsters with melee weapons supplied on their gloved hands. Sunset grabbed the hands of a nearby guy holding a sledgehammer and struggled to snatch it away from him. He tried to hold on to his weapon but his foot was suddenly crushed by the girl, causing his hands to let go of the weapon and into his foot. Sunset gripped the sledgehammer tightly as she looked down and could not stop the memories in her mind playing. They reminded her of when she once tried to use a sledgehammer to destroy the portal to Equestria if Twilight Sparkle did not surrender her crown to her evil self. Funny that she is now using it to indirectly help the person who may stop this chaos. Shaking her head with a growl, she swung the hammer at the thug, knocking him out cold instantly as his unconscious body bowled over some other men. One of them tried to get up with his palms holding on to his golf club only to wiggle his palms a bit when he could not feel his golf club anymore. He looked up and already saw the orange haired girl lifting up in the air and smacking his cheek which led to him falling flat on the elevator floor. One of the thugs rolled away before flipping out his butterfly knife. He attempted to stab Aria who quickly dodged to avoid the attack and then punched one of the guys in the face. The one with the slightly bruised face dropped his chainlink whip which was quickly stolen by Aria. She wrapped the knife-equipped gangster's legs together with her chainlink "lasso" and dragged him across the room until he was slammed into the wall that took him out without any fatalities.
With just three foes left, Adagio grabbed the tip of one of the guy's baseball bat and shoved it into his stomach. He let out a "oof" as the butt of the bat squished his gut which left him open for Adagio to grab the tip of the baseball bat and slammed it into his forehead. With just two thugs left, they quickly surrounded Sonata Dusk with lead pipes ready to be swung. Sonata sensed a guy in front of her and a guy in the back of her, so she quickly dropped to her knees as they attacked, only to accidentally shatter each of their jaws as they can feel the nerves in their tooth gushing out blood as they could almost detect their teeth being yanked out. The elevator door opened and a group of four thugs with wooden planks as weapons appeared at the doorway. They blinked as they saw the sight of unconscious men and four girls who had tattered clothes and pissed off looks on their faces from their burning aggression. They tried to step away only to have the girls pull them into the elevator. As the doors closed, the sounds of men grunting, crying, having their faces bruised, and the faint sound of a bone being crushed were echoed from behind the doors.
The four girls looked up at the top of the doorway and saw that the elevator had just reached the top floor. As the doors finally opened up without any man in front of it, the girls stepped out of the room feeling a bit sore from the aching wounds they had received. They halted their minor suffering when the sound of bullets being shot and the laughter of a teen entered into the ears of Sunset Shimmer, Adagio Dazzle, Aria Blaze, and Sonata Dusk.
Jacket had finally reached the top floor and kicked down the metal door that was in his way. He marched down into the hallway only to cease his marching at the sight of a hooligan drinking from a beer bottle. He continued to drink from his beer as nine more criminals suddenly appeared as they circled around Jacket. The hooligan smashed the beer bottle into the ground as he hissed at the masked assassin.
"Let's see what you're made of, chicken boy."
The enemies yelled as they darted to Jacket with their fists showing off their bronze-encrusted brass knuckles that some of the crooks wore on their knuckles. Jacket quickly grabbed one thug's neck as he gave his chest a good handful of rapid punches. Just as another enemy was about to strike him, Jacket launched his fist into the guy's face. If an X-ray machine was present, it would show the bones of the nose being shattered like a glass falling into the kitchen floor. The teeth on the upper row underestimated the force of Jacket's punch as it almost broke into pieces as if it were snowflakes. He laid on the floor in brutal pain as Jacket used his occupied hand to rip out the man's head from his body, showing off his bloody spine. Some of the men questioned the possibility of this brutality but ignored it as they focused on killing the masked man. One of the crooks got his stomach personally fed by Jacket's powerful fist that almost felt like his gut had suffer from severe bleeding. He gasped and almost choked on his spit as he plummeted to his knees to clench his ruptured stomach. Jacket took this moment to grab each side of the thug's head and twisted his neck until a loud snap was heard along with small squirts of blood that injected out of his ruptured neck. One tried to throw a punch of his own only to have the rooster-masked assassin grab his hand mid-air. He proceeded to crack every finger and experimented a bit with some twisting and bending, causing the thug to scream in agonizing pain. Jacket detected one of the thugs whipping out a box cutter and responded by placing the screaming thug in front of him. The box cutter was unintentionally jammed in the man's neck, causing him to scream even louder with blood squirting out occasionally. Pushing the dying man into the attacker, Jacket kicked one of the thugs in the stomach before stepping aside and performing a jump kick on some other unlucky person. The man with the cut neck was dead leaving just seven men in Jacket's way. The masked man wanted to just run past them but he figured that he needed to teach these jackasses a lesson. One of them leaped at the man and tumbled him down to the ground. The thug sadistically smiled as he tried to crush Jacket's skull. As the anti-hero tried to struggle, he figured that this thug liked to smile a lot and soon an idea popped in his head. He placed an index finger on each end of his mouth and slit the ends of the mouth. The bashing soon stopped as the thug cried from the bleeding mouth before Jacket shut up him by grabbing a nearby box cutter and jamming it into the back of his head and into his brain. He pulled it out with bits of brain and plenty of blood on it so that he can slice open another goon's stomach which led to a waterfall of blood from his gut before he perished.
Five more to kill and he can finally be in his way. He already got tired of this pointless fight which was why he was satisfied to see one of them pulling out a hand cannon. He plundered it and fatally blew off a good chunk of the lower part of the man's body off before pointing it to the other four. One luckless man got his blown into bloody pieces after watching his companion's head blow up like a meat balloon. Wishing to avoid death, the hand-less man grabbed his comrade and placed him in front of him which led to his shoulder being fed a bullet. Jacket cursed himself when he discovered that the gun was out of ammo so he picked up the box cutter and charged at the thug that did not have a bleeding shoulder or missing hand. He pressed the cutter into the man's palms, causing a leak of blood along with more shrieking. Jacket proceeded to push the bloody blade into the man's eye only to found it to be mildly difficulty as the thug used his bleeding hand to stop the blade. It didn't matter as Jacket succeeded and burst the eyeball open with the blade as it dug deep into the brain. As the enemy died, Jacket was surprised to find a small amount of hand cannon ammo in the man's pockets. He grabbed some and reloaded his weapon before turning around and already seeing the two injured men trying to retreat. A bullet was loaded into their heads and traveled past their brains, signified by the splash of crimson blood that injected right from the exit bullet wounds from their foreheads.
With the obstacles cleared out, Jacket walked ahead through the hallway until he made a couple more turns. He saw an elevator that was coincidentally placed a couple of yards away from the thing that interested Jacket: a pair of doors with a sign saying to not disturb unless it was REALLY important.
Jacket paused a moment as he glimpsed upon the twin doors that stood in front of him. He tilted his head down and saw a mat that did not welcome him. This is where they live... Jacket speculated mentally as he felt the ire and ferocity inside his soul boiling up at a high temperature. This is where Jacket had hoped to end this madness and to finally finished what he had helped started. He thought of Adagio Dazzle, Aria Blaze, Sonata Dusk, and everyone else who happened to stumble into this mess and become a part of this predicament. With this inspiration fueling up his aggression, Jacket lifted up his foot and let out a vigorous kick on the doors, opening them as they cracked from the kick.
The rooster-masked killer entered the final room.
20th Scene - Death
So many deaths. So many fatalities. So much destruction one man had caused all by himself.
Jacket was no stranger to death and the horrors that it births. His fingers twitched as he was recalled to the touch of a bayonet he used to slice open the necks of those soldiers at Hawaii in 1985. His eyes perked as he involuntary harked upon the screams of those Russian mobsters as they approached their demise. Good riddance. Their presence reminded Jacket of his bearded friend's death. His mind let out a familiar aching over his new misdeeds. The annihilation of these gangsters and their legacy in the city and throughout the location. And for what? The unknown purposes of the man behind the phone?
He had been viewed a freak to society. During his time in prison, he heard about how a film was being made in which the killer was based on him and was a total savage with no sanity left in his ill mind. Jacket could still feel bile in his mouth at the thought of the abominable film. He remembered the jeers from the hellhole was incarcerated in, along with some compliments from certain cellmates for being a true psychopath. Jacket sometimes wonder if he really was a psychopath. All this time, he had killed so many people so easily without any remorse or guilt. Perhaps he really was-
He let out a small yell at himself as he shook his head to rid himself of these thoughts. When he was brought to this world, he wanted a life of peace and tranquility. What he got was the exact same thing he had received back in Miami. That ends now. Jacket trusted his gut that beyond this room were the ones burdened of this dilemma. He was going to put a stop to this. He did not care if he was going to die trying. Up to this point, death was not a concern for the impassive killer. Death was not a stranger for the man, for he had faced it many times. Back in the nuclear plant with his bearded friend. Back in Miami thanks to that rat-masked stranger. Back in prison where he was doomed to rot. He was not afraid of death. He was only afraid of himself. The fear of failing to stop this madness and bring order not to the innocence but to himself as well.
The rooster-masked killer entered the final room.
Even though he was in a mission of his own, he couldn't help but to gaze at the habitat around him. The grand room was gifted with flooring made from crystal clear glass. A small exotic pool was located to the masked man's left that even had a tray filled with alcohol floating in the water. Two gigantic granite statues, depicting fully armored knights riding on their horses, were placed in the room. A long table to the right was filled with several kinds of foreign guns along with highly dangerous explosives. Next to the weapons were maps and notes that looked like it had high importance. Perhaps if contained the plans of the masterminds? Speak of the devil, the masked man muttered in his mind as he looked forward. Jacket saw two green-skinned teenagers sitting behind wooden desks. Each desk contained some papers along with hundred dollar bills scattered next to glasses of bourbon. Despite the fact that one teenager had white shaggy hair and the other had long red hair, they almost looked fairly similar. Each of them wore identical street threads that looked slightly serrated along with smug smirks on their round faces.
"Well, well, well." The red-haired teenager spoke with delight in his tone. "Look who we have here."
The white-haired teenager nodded in response at he looked up and down at the rooster-masked mercenary. "You made it all the way here. Damn, does NOTHING stop you?"
Jacket tilted his head when the adolescent spoke. The teen let out a nonchalant chuckle as he predicted what Jacket was thinking about.
"Yeah, I'm the guy on the phone telling you to kill all those idiots."
Jacket continued to stand at his spot with his eyes behind the mask looking at the young masterminds. He did not expect kids to be running this operation. He needed answers as to why he was forced to be mixed up in this. He was not the only one to be thinking about the purpose of this mess. The two juveniles looked at each other before slowly shaking their heads at the assassin with sly smiles.
"I suppose you want an explanation." The red-haired boy uttered as he lit himself a cigar. "Canterlot City seems like a peaceful and quiet town. Well, I use the term 'seems' very loosely. It kinda started with the quote unquote rumors of some sort of magic attack at Canterlot High. You know that school? Of course, they weren't really rumors. We were part of it, after all."
"You think we'd lie about it?" The red-haired youth stated in a derisive tone. "We really were brainwashed by Sunset Shimmer back when she was evil and cruel. Kinda like you."
The aching in Jacket's clenched fist multiplied as it felt itself getting tighter.
"She tried to take advantage of the stupid magic but not only did she fail, she wanted to change her ways. Ha! How the mighty have fallen. I personally think redemption is a bunch of bullcrap."
"Everyone in the school thought that was over. We thought it was over. But once again, we got brainwashed by three new students in our school."
The Dazzlings... Jacket assumed in his mind as the teenagers continued their justification.
"Those wenches could control others by their siren singing. Of course, following their defeat at the idiotic Battle of the Bands contest, they lost their ability to sing and soon disappeared. We thought they had left town. We were wrong."
"We kinda thought that another magic attack was going to happen. We knew it was going to happen in some big ass event that would the perfect opportunity for magic to pop up. It turns out that event was the Friendship Games against Crystal Prep Academy."
Jacket paused a moment, thinking back to the scared girls that he saw at the Wifi Palace and back at Canterlot High. Didn't Sonata say that the students of Crystal Prep wore that particular attire?
"Twilight Sparkle was tempted by those five 'Shadowbolt' girls to 'unleash the magic.' Ugh, that sounds so cheesy to say. She turned into some magic monster and was stopped by Sunset Shimmer who also turned into a magic monster."
"Now Twilight Sparkle moved to Canterlot High and even hangs out with the girls who made her a monster. You got to be fucking kidding me with that."
"And I don't give a fuck what Sugar what's her face and Sour whatever her last name says. It was more of their fault than their principal's. So how fucking cheap. 'Oooooh, we bullied you into a monster, let's be friends now that it's over!' I think I'm going to puke."
The red-haired teenager pulled out an ashtray and discarded his cigar on the tray as he let out a sigh. His eyes redirected to Jacket as his lips shaped into a beaming, yet cruel, grin.
"Now, why did we tell you about this?" He stated as his eyes diminished at the rooster-masked warrior. "It's simple. Throughout our time at Canterlot High, we witnessed some insane magic that blew the minds of every student. But you. You're something special you know that?" Who else can easily kill every single jackass with a gun or weapon or giants with knockout punches than you? I mean, you use only your fists and you killed every single idiot in each building!"
"You're better than magic." The white-haired teenager added. "Makes us wish we got to know you better so that we can know where you get your bloodlust and the energy to keep on fighting and killing."
"But now it's too late." The other teenager remarked as his smile turned from mischievous to cruel. "We wanted to take over the streets so we had to find a way to get rid of Tirek and Scorpan. We already got three masked assassins to kill the two men soon, but we needed you to destroy their men. Of course, your use was no longer needed, so we had the assassins try to kill you."
"Judging by the fact that you're still standing here breathing, they failed. Oh well. They're expendable anyway."
"Tirek and Scorpan needed to be taken care of, so we had no choice but to let you do the honors. Good call, since you killed them."
"With them gone, we can finally succeed and soon take over the streets. We'll be so powerful, no one can stop us. Not the people who try to resist us, not the police force, not even Sunset Shimmer, the Dazzlings, or Twilight Sparkle when she unleashed that magic!"
"We thank you for giving us this power. Unfortunately for you, our use for you is no longer needed. In fact, you pose a threat to our power. So we'll make you a deal right now. Give up now. We'll just shoot you in the head. It's quick, painless, and fucking better than what we are originally thinking of doing to you now."
They paused a moment to let their unwelcome guest decide on his decision. They wished they could hear what the killer was thinking. It was wise that their wish had not come true. Jacket's face remained stable but his mind was riddled with explosions of utter rage. This was it? To conquer the fucking streets? This is why I was forced to kill these motherfucking gangsters and traumatize a fucking school in the process? To make me kill when I just want some goddamn peace and quiet!? A fucking chance to control the streets?!?! The blood flowing inside Jacket's body started to boil as the vein in his forehead was almost ready to pop. He had suffered many hardships in his life. The loss of his bearded friend. The loss of his girlfriend from that rat-masked killer. The loss of freedom and peace in Miami. Now he was robbed the chance for stillness by two kids. No more. He made a promise to end this, once and for all. He stepped forward a bit which developed in the two teenagers letting out bewildered looks on their faces.
"You honestly think you can stop us?" The red-haired teenager asked in disbelief.
The white-haired teenager's surprised expression instantaneously composed into an amused grin.
"You really ARE an idiot..."
The eyes on Jacket's eye sockets stretched open wide as the pair of teenagers ducked behind their desks and jumped back to their feet with M60 machine guns on their hands. They opened fire, shattering the glass floor as Jacket quickly glided to the right and docked near the granite sculpture.
Bits and chucks of granite began to fly from the statue as Jacket winced at the high pitched sounds of caliber bullets ripping through the air. He slightly tilted his head to the table with the foreign guns and explosives. He pondered how he was going to get to them before he realized he doesn't have time to ponder as a bullet flew past next to his shoulder. He noticed the statue was almost disintegrated from the heavy machine guns so he had to react fast before his cover is destroyed. Reciting a short prayer, Jacket picked up a chunk of debris and threw it to the left. The teenagers acted on instinct and fired at the debris that they initially thought to be Jacket. The anti-hero rushed to the table as fast he could and picked up a Kalashnikov and fired it at the teenagers.
The two masterminds were able to dodge this attack as they collapsed down behind their desks. The red-haired teen was unscathed yet the teenager with white hair hissed as he clenched his bleeding shoulder. The other teenager wiped the sweat from his red hair as he grabbed a grenade launcher and leapt from his desk.
"Come get some, asshole!" He yelled as he fired a grenade round at the ruined statue Jacket was hiding, exploding it to smithereens. Jacket almost gasped as the explosion impact pushed him away and caused him to tumble to the ground. His rifle plummeted to the floor as Jacket's face met the floor. He could hear the teenager laughing while readying up another grenade round. Through his almost destructed mask, Jacket opened his bruised eyelid to see the rifle on the ground that was just a couple of feet away. Extending his arm towards the gun, Jacket let out a pained grunt as the grenade round entered into the teenager's weapon. The teenager winked at Jacket before firing a round at him. Just before the teenager shot the grenade round, Jacket hastened his efforts and grabbed the gun before shooting a couple of rounds at the grenade round that barely came out of the launcher. The teenager's smile turned to a look of horror as the bullets ripped through the grenade round which caused it to explode. The red-haired mastermind wailed as the explosion ripped him into bloody bits. Guts rained upon the room along with blood that showered all over the glass floor along with the blood saturated arm and limb from the doomed teenager. Jacket remained stalwart over this turn of events, only caring that his weapon had just lost its ammunition.
Even after the gruesome sight of his partner's brutal demise, the surviving teenager merely reacted with shaking his head while rolling his eyes. "Whatever. I can control the streets myself."
He poked his head from behind the desk and chuckled at Jacket as he temporarily ignored his bleeding wound. "You got guts, I'll admit that. Let's see what they look like!"
He sprang from his hiding position with an M134 resting on his palms. Jacket was struck with confusion and dread at the sight of the minigun. Where the fuck do these assholes get their weapons?!
"You're dead meat!" He howled with a vile grin as he opened fire and unleashed the barrage of lethal NATO bullets.
The unpleasant memories of fighting that mysterious biker raced through the man's head as soon as he heard the green boy's line. It was enough to fuel his adrenaline that allowed him to stumble away from the caliber bullets. The teenager let out a maniacal guffaw as the bullets ripped through the floor as they started to head towards the anti-hero. Jacket spotted a red coated katana resting on a shelf attached to the wall and decided he has no choice. He sprinted towards the sword while miraculously dodging the rounds from the laughing teenager. He yanked the sword out of the wall and circled around the white-haired mastermind. Jacket let out a yell as he swung his sword at the teenager who dropped the minigun as his chest marked a red slash. The masked man was about to snatch the minigun but was not aware the injured teenager had a katana concealed behind his back. Jacket's katana was collided with the sword of his enemy.
"It's just you and me now, friend." The teenager remarked, unaware that Jacket could hear that man's voice. The man with the golden hammer & sickle earring. Jacket had actually expected him to say something about wanting to avenge his father. He got a different response.
"If I'm going to die, I'm fucking take you with me! NO ONE FUCKS WITH ME!"
With one hand on the katana, the teenager used his other hand to pull out a revolver and point it at Jacket. With a silent boost of determination, Jacket felt his energy flow into his hands as he pushed his katana further. He swung the teenager's katana out of his hands before Jacket focused on the imaginary target sign on the teenager.
The white-haired mastermind coughed in terror as his revolver dropped to the floor. His attention was now directed to the Japanese blade that pierced his scarred chest and passed through the muscle and lower part of his ruptured heart. Blood slowly seeped from his mouth as his shaky vision saw only a man with a mask of a chicken. With one final yell, Jacket jerked out the katana from the chest, causing a stream of blood to dispatch all over him. The teenager continued to stand on the spot with twitching eyelids as the blood continued to spray all over his enemy. As the blood slowly decreased in its pace, the teenager toppled towards the floor with a flabbergasted look on his lifeless face.
Jacket did not move a single flesh on his body as the late teenager fell down to the broken glass floor. The two people he wanted dead for making him become involved in this mayhem were now laying on floor either in bits or impaled. Along with staring up at the ceiling with closed eyelids, Jacket whipped out his blood-soaked mask from his head and could feel the calm air breeze through his stone cold face. He slowly opened his eyelids as he could hear only the subtle dripping of the blood from his clothes and how it descended across his clothes. He did not move from his position yet he could hear the doors open. His ears picked up the gasps of the four girls he had hoped would stay out of this. No doubt they were not impressed to see what had happened now. Jacket felt his chest ache a tiny bit as he let out a breath of fresh air through his bruised nostrils. The girls were horrified to see what had happened, though they did not show too much disgust as they were unfortunately used to it now. Jacket only cared about one thing now.
Jacket let out another sigh as he began to examine the destructed environment around him. The glass floor was almost shattered into pieces with some bits of ashes and small chunks of granite lying on the floor. The statues that had once stood in their places have been reduced to mere destructed objects. The remains of one of the teenagers remained soaking on the floor with the bullet casings scattered everywhere. The last teenager resumed to lay on the floor with his chest profusely bleeding. The four girls could smell the gunpowder, warm granite, and gore from the environment. None of them were too happy about how this room turned out. Regardless, they assumed these two deceased men were the ones responsible for this mess. Perhaps this chaos will finally stop here in Canterlot City. Ignoring the torment in his body from the recent battle, Jacket staggered over to the four anxious girls.
Sunset Shimmer rubbed the back of her arm as she glanced at Jacket. "So...what now?"
Jacket remained indifferent as he stared at Sunset with no sentiment on his face. Without blinking, he seized a piece of paper from one of the desks along with a ballpoint pen as he began writing on it. He had to admit, he was getting tired of communicating like this. He had to find another way. After he wrote what he had intended to say, Jacket handed the wrinkled paper to Sunset Shimmer to read.
Here's exactly what you're going to do. Call the police. Inform them that the rooster-masked killer, AKA me, has killed Tirek, Scorpan, and their gangs. Tell them I have also killed these two who were responsible for all this chaos. Their plans are intact in that table over there.
Sunset turned to where Jacket was glancing at, seeing a table with guns and papers that looked like plans from a distance. She turned back to the paper as the Dazzlings were reading it along. Their faces turned to absolute horror at what they are currently reading about.
Make sure to pin all the blame on me. Afterwards...I have to leave this city forever.
The Dazzlings reacted by gasping and expressing horrified looks on their faces. Sonata ran up to a distant-looking Jacket.
"You can't!" She choked out as she could feel sobs coming out of her mouth. "Jacket, you can't!"
Jacket could already see the looks of misery on each face of the sirens. He began to write down on the paper before showing it to the girl.
If putting the blame on me is the only way there can be peace in this town again, then so be it. I'm a wanted man now. I can't let you girls suffer for what I did. I'm sorry, but I have no choice.
He placed the paper down for a moment to review each expression the siren girls were giving him. Adagio had a look of disbelief covering on her face as Aria seemed to be more upset than saddened. He didn't face Sonata yet could already see the tears dripping from her raspberry-colored eyes. Jacket turned to Sunset, who looked the least upset of the girls but still had an uncomfortable look on her face. He had honestly wished there was a better and proper way of saying sorry and goodbye. It pained him to leave immediately but it was the only chance he got.
Goodbye Adagio Dazzle, Aria Blaze, and Sonata Dusk. I'm afraid we will never meet again. Thank you for everything.
With his face devoid of any emotions, the blonde man softly walked away with his rooster mask on his hand and his head bowed down in regret. He didn't like expressing much of his feelings, but he couldn't help himself but to feel a pang of pain in both his physical wounds and the emotional wounds he had received. His head clicked back up as he felt sturdy arms around him. He turned his head gradually at the source of this surprise act and discovered it was Sonata Dusk. The blue-haired girl sobbed as she continued to place her head on his chest. More arms were enclosed around the man as he saw Aria and Adagio hug him from each side. Each of them looked less sad as Sonata but still had a look of remorse on their faces.
"Jacket...I'm sorry for earlier." Adagio choked out from her throat. "Even though you killed people and lied to us...you were still there for us. We practically hated each other yet you were there to make us tolerate and respect one another! Without us...I dunno...Look, you are like one of our best and only friends we had ever received. Thank you..."
She let out a sniff as she hugged the man once more with a grateful smile. "G-goodbye Jacket."
"Thank you again for all you have done." Aria added as she looked away to hide her sadness from Jacket.
"We'll never forget you! For realsies!" Sonata grieved as she let out a sad smile and tightened her grip around Jacket.
Jacket let out a faded smile as he hugged the trio of girls as tight yet softly as he could. Eventually, the girls mildly let go of him as he looked at the red and yellow haired girl. Sunset Shimmer let out a demure smile as she lifted up her hand for a handshake. Jacket extended his hand and shook her hand politely. As he let go, he gave them both a nod before he moderately left the room. Sonata wiped away her tears before she felt Aria's hand on her shoulder. Adagio turned to Sunset as they haltingly gave each other friendly smiles, feeling their hostility towards each other fading away.
The four girls looked at each other, swearing that they could hear the blonde man privately forbidding them goodbye as he passed through the exit.
Author's Notes:
One more chapter to go mates...
Sorry if this didn't seem to be as good as I thought it would be or something...
Epilogue - Sunrise
June 4, 2016
"This is the life!" Sunset Shimmer exclaimed before sipping her drink.
It was a marvelous day outside with the birds serenading and the flowers thriving on the smooth grass. On days like these, both the students of Canterlot High and Crystal Prep would realistically waste the day in their homes. That would range from playing video games to browsing through their computers. But for this special day, they decided it would be nice to actually go out. The park was the perfect choice and was occupied by many of the students relishing the day.
"You said it!" Rainbow Dash added with a silly grin as she sipped her beverage. Sunset and her friends all hanged out at the park, sitting at a table while they enjoyed their boba drinks. Sunset was glad to hang out with her friends, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, Applejack, and Fluttershy. She wondered what was taking her other friends so long, since they were supposed to join them a bit earlier.
"I'll toast to that, Dashie!" Pinkie shouted, lifting up her drink high up in the air which resulted in some of the milk tea splashing on the silly-grinning girl. The other teenagers chuckled mildly at the sight of their pink friend being silly.
Sunset turned and saw other people at the park, taking advantage of their freedom as school was now on summer vacation. Principal Celestia was walking with her sister Luna as the two engaged in a friendly chat. The vice principal's arm no longer needed the cast. A grinning Flash Sentry was playing football with his buddies. He was discharged from the hospital a while ago after making a full recovery, much to Nurse Redheart's delight. Vinyl Scratch, her older brother, and Octavia were laughing as they ate ice cream together. Almost all of the students involved in that Alicorn Nightclub incident were present at the park and enjoying themselves.
"It's amazing that it's been almost half a year since those reports of murders and such like that." Applejack stated in a relieved fashion as she placed her drink down for a bit.
"It's so good to relax without hearing depressing things on the internet." Fluttershy agreed before taking a sip of her milk tea.
Rarity gently raised a slender hand up as she spoke. "Now's not the time to talk about that, darlings." She gently commanded. "I do not really want to talk about that horrible fiasco."
"Yeah, like the Anon-a-Miss inciden-"
Rainbow Dash immediately silenced her mouth at the mention of the one incident the girls had agreed to never mention. At the blink of an eye, they turned to Sunset Shimmer with nervous and apologetic frowns at her. Sunset wasted no time raising her hand at her friends with a friendly smile.
"I told you girls a million times." She said with a beaming smile. "I one hundred percent forgive you and the Crusaders for that mess."
The girls sighed in relief. It was not their proudest moment accusing Sunset of an act she did not commit. The entire school felt a twinge of guilt after the truth had come clear. Some students wondered how Sunset Shimmer could forgive the girls for abandoning their friend cruelly. Rumor has it that Sunset Shimmer had a special friend that helped her during her misery. Alas, it was another story to be told some other day.
"I'll say this though. I sure miss Scorpan." Sunset sulked as she looked down at the ground sadly. The girls followed suit as they timidly showed remorse for the late teenager.
"He really was a great guy." Rainbow Dash added as she looked up in the sky, wondering if Scorpan was watching them from the afterlife.
"To Scorpan." Sunset Shimmer toasted as she lifted up her drink. "May he rest in peace."
The girls raised their drinks up in the air, colliding with the other airborne drinks. They soon lowered their beverages and continued drinking them. After a brief pause, Rainbow Dash killed the silence by turning to Sunset and asking a question that has been bugging the rainbow-haired girl.
"By the way, where did you learn to fight like that?"
Before Sunset could answer, she heard a girl's voice call out to her.
"Hey girls!"
Recognizing the voice as Twilight's, Sunset turned around and smiled wholeheartedly at the sight of the group of girls running towards them. A majority of them were easily identified as Crystal Prep students because of their school uniforms. Standing next to the Crystal Prep girls were two dogs that looked like each other along with two identical-looking purple girls.
"Sorry we took so long." Spike the dog apologized, relieved that only the girls he knew personally had heard him talk and not anyone else at the park.
"Hey Twilight! What took you girls so long?" Sunset asked, tilting her head at her friends.
"Oh, we were just a little busy." Sour Sweet replied, her tone changing from sweet to sour. "Indigo and Lemon had to keep us holding."
"Hey, so I lost my phone. Big whoop." Indigo Zap grunted as she shrugged at her ill-tempered friend.
"If you had listen to me and looked underneath your bed, then we wouldn't be in that predicament." Sugarcoat remarked, causing her friend to cross her arms.
"Indy gets it, Sugar. No need to fret." Lemon Zest responded, only to have Sunny Flare point at her.
"Oh, you're just saying that because you had to fix your headphones." Sunny Flare commented with a film look.
Despite their arguments, the girls knew it was all in good humor. Sunset shook her head, but smiled inside her, at the antics of the five girls. She couldn't help but to giggle a bit at the dumbfounded looks of the pony-universe versions Twilight and Spike.
"They always like this?" Twilight asked her red and yellow haired friend.
"I'm afraid so." Sunset answered with an amused grin.
"Almost as weird as meeting another me." Spike grumbled as he glanced at the human-universe Spike who was busy scratching the back of his ears with his hind foot.
Sunset was glad her two friends from the other universe were able to visit. She remembered how they came a day after the masked killings to help comfort the girls. Shaking her head at the though of the masked killings, she turned to the other three who were wearing the Crystal Prep uniforms.
"So how's Crystal Prep, girls?"
Adagio Dazzle responded with an unsure shrug. "It's alright. Nothing spectacular. Though I hate how we have to wear these clothes. No offense." She turned to the Shadowbolts with a sheepish grin on her face.
Sonata Dusk let out a pouty face. "They don't have Taco Tuesdays! They only have Taco Mondays! Mondays are the worse days for tacos!!!"
Aria Blaze crossed her arms. "Not much to say. Some students don't really mind us. So...that's good enough, I guess."
Sunset smiled at the three girls. Ever since Jacket had left to ensure the safety of the school and girls, the Dazzlings formed a new leaf to leave behind their wrong doings. From what Sunset had heard, Jacket helped them become better girls and tolerate each other. Some students still have their doubts with some giving them stink eyes, but so far nothing as escalated into something seriously. Sunset and her Canterlot High friends occasionally help out the reformed Dazzlings whether it be comfort or simply having fun. The Shadowbolts and Princess Twilight are also there for the Dazzlings. Sunset hoped for a bright future for the trio of girls.
"Now that the girls are here," Rainbow Dash exclaimed with a mischievous grin as she held up a soccer ball, "Let's play some soccer!"
"Seems uncouth, oh but why not?" Rarity responded before picking up the pony-universe Spike and started to snuggle him. "You'll be there to cheer me on, won't you, Spikey-Wikey?"
Spike giggled like a candy-crazed child under Rarity's silky arms as the other Spike could not help but feel a twinge of jealousy and rolled his eyes at his counterpart. The girls quickly finished their refreshments and soon joined their friends at the field. The only ones that stayed behind were the Dazzlings. They did not follow since they simply looked at each other, deep in cautious thought.
"It's amazing." Adagio declared as she looked down at her school uniform. "First we were enemies with these girls. Now we're actually hanging out with them...as friends. It's really strange."
Sonata rubbed her arm, feeling the smooth clothing of her uniform. "We can't do anything evil now that we can't sing forever." She stated with a sad look present on her literal blue face.
Aria let out a sad sigh before she softly spoke. "Yeah..." She looked up at the sky. "You girls ever wonder what Jacket's up to nowadays?"
"I'm sure he's alright, Aria."
"He better be." Aria responded to Adagio's answer with clenched fists. They soon relaxed as looked down sadly. "I hope..."
"Jacket's a tough guy." Sonata reassured as she placed a comforting hand on Aria's shoulder. "He can take care of himself."
Aria nodded at the blue girl and then the yellow girl. She let out a small chuckle as she looked up. "I know he said we'll never meet again...but I have a feeling we'll meet again..."
The three girls let a wave of stillness overcome them as the people at the park continued to do their business. Their reticence was interrupted when they heard Sunset call to them.
"Hey girls!" She hollered to the sirens. "You wanna play? If you don't, Rainbow Dash is going to call you three crybabies!"
Taking that as a challenge, the three girls looked at each other with firm smiles before turning to Sunset.
"Hey, wait up!"
The trio of sirens ran after the other girls who were playing soccer as the sun shined brightly upon the park.
Manehattan
It was chilly, but Jacket never really cared how cold it was in this immense city.
Shivering a bit underneath his letterman jacket, the blonde man sat on the freezing bench along with an elderly lady and middle-aged man reading a newspaper. Manehattan was pretty peaceful for such a giant city. The metropolitan city offered a lot more to do compared to Canterlot City. What was more amusing to Jacket was the city's strong resemblance to Manhattan on Earth. Makes sense given that the city name itself was a rip off of Manhattan. The sight of a horse instead of a woman for the Statue of Liberty was still amusing to the blonde man. Jacket stopped thinking about the city as soon as the bus arrived.
The doors opened and the bus driver gave the outsiders a tired yet friendly smile at them. Jacket was the only one who acknowledged the driver's hospitality, giving him a nod. The middle aged man and elderly lady did not notice the driver at all. After paying the fare, Jacket took a seat in the front as the elderly lady sat next to him. The driver closed the doors and soon drove the bus after the fares had been paid.
It has been about half a year since he had to leave Canterlot City. He can't help but to feel guilty for having to leave so abruptly. He knew it was for the best, but he had thought what happened to the Dazzlings. Jacket crossed his arms, feeling peace once again. The one thing he had wanted when he had come to this world. He now had an apartment with a reasonable rent along with a good job that gives a decent pay. Perhaps his worries are finally over.
The old lady next to Jacket took out her purse and fished her hand inside it. She pulled out a rooster mask and placed it on her head.
Jacket's atmosphere drastically changed with the environment looking different. The passengers were now reduced to dusty skeletons with their clothes almost teared to bits. Graffiti covered the interior besides the destroyed seats and blood stains that shrouded the floor. Despite the fact that the outside of the bus was enough proof that it should be breaking down, the vehicle was still riding on the cracked and ruined road. The view of the devastated city can be seen through the cracked bus windows. The old lady was the only one besides Jacket to remain intact. The rooster mask moved its lips as it spoke to the blonde man.
"I wouldn't blame you." The rooster mask admitted. "You deserve it after what you had done."
Despite paying full attention to what was being told to him, Jacket did not move a muscle or seemed to care that the bus he was in was now in poor quality.
"It really is painful though." The rooster mask explained as it turned to the blonde man. "It seems you're destined to walk this path. The path of violence."
Jacket said nothing nor did anything to depict any emotion.
"Of course you don't really care what path you take, do you?"
Silence was the only answer the rooster masked stranger had received.
"What makes you think this is over?"
At the blink of an eye, the environment changed back to its original state. The passengers were back to being alive, the bus did not look damaged, and the city looked intact. The only thing that did not change was Jacket's detached expression as he seemingly stared into space. The voice of the rooster-masked man still echoed throughout his mind.
"By the way, does November 30, 2015 ring a bell?" The voice asked him cautiously. "If so, have you ever checked if you had actually completed the job correctly?"
The bus continued towards its destination.
November 30, 2015
3:09 PM
"OH MY GOODNESS!" Sunny Flare screeched as she placed her palms on her sweaty hair. Indigo Zap let her go from their hug as she could feel bile preparing to come up her throat. Sugarcoat tried to control her panting and shaking as Twilight Sparkle turned around and saw how horrified Sour Sweet had become. Lemon Zest stopped her crying temporarily as she observed her surroundings.
The Wifi Palace was a complete mess. Blood was spilled all over the wrecked computers and most of the screens were smashed from what the Shadowbolts had just witnessed. A slender man laid on the floor with wide eyes and a grisly hole in his chest. A short yet muscular figure rested on the floor along with his decapitated head. A woman was lying on the floor with her face buried in a big computer screen. The sight of the corpses greatly disturbed the six girls.
"I can't believe it!" Indigo Zap shrieked with fear present in her tone. "The rooster-masked guy was here! It was him!"
"He actually killed those people." Sugarcoat mumbled to herself. "The ones...who were going to kill us..."
"What do we do now?" Lemon Zest whimpered as she could no longer bare to look at the destruction in front of her.
"Contact Sunset and the others." Twilight urgently replied as she turned to her shaken friends. "We're going to need some help."
"Alright, that sounds like a good idea," Sour Sweet responded sweetly before she suddenly turned frantic, "But let's get the heck outta here!"
Immediately, the girls rushed out of the cafe with startled looks on their faces. The cafe was soon left by itself encircled in complete silence. The dead remained dead as the quietness loomed over the interior like a fog shadowed with terror. A slight rumble was heard among the destructed interior as one of the shattered computer screens started to move a bit. The sound grew louder as one of the screens was tossed across the room as a laboriously gasping woman emerged from the ruins.
"OH SHIT!"
Mary grabbed her dragon mask and yanked it out of her head, showing the blood that seeped from the woman's forehead. She started to cough vigorously as she struggled to breathe properly. As soon as her vision lost its blurry vision and her breathing was under control, she looked around to see the cafe in ruins and her companions long gone into death. Mary slid her hand over her blonde ponytail, struck with horror and disbelief. They were the closet things she called her friends. Mary had silently hoped they rested in peace but now she had bigger problems to resolve. She tried to get on her feet only to almost fall down. She held on one of the tables as she struggled to walk properly before letting go of the table. With her Uzi sub machine guns behind her red vest and her dragon mask on her blood-stained hand, Mary walked to the exit with signs of slight struggle.
Falteringly walking out of the cafe, Mary resumed her coughing as she struggled to keep her eyes opened. She hissed a bit at the sunlight from the setting sun which caused her to lift her bruised hand over her pretty blue eyes. She nearly cried as she unsteadily walked into the streets.
The End
Manehatten
June 4, 2016
The girl stretched out her exhausted arms as she remarked the vulgar comment while yawning lazily. After entering her apartment, she waltzed into the living room and collapsed on the red couch. Feeling weary to remove her biker clothes, she simply placed her boots on the table. The boots boasted a dark vertical stripe with a light orange color. Her attire consisted of a black and orange leather suit for bikers. She placed a tired hand on her orange and black helmet that laid next to her on the couch as she grabbed a nearby remote control. She clicked on one of the buttons, resulting in activation of the flat screened television that began to display some slasher films.
Her apartment was pretty spotless, despite her dislike towards cleaning up and a habit to be lazy most of the time. Black carpet covered the floor and a large plasma television screen was placed nicely in the living room. Underneath the TV screen were an ample amount of video games that were the girl's personal favorites. Her kitchen still had some boxes of pizza and cans of cherry soda.
As she continued to watch some of her favorite flicks, the red and yellow haired girl picked up some objects from a nearby table. She used her black-gloved hand to fiddle around with one of them: a rusty yet sharp cleaver with a wooden handle. Her finger ran through the edge of the cleaver carefully, inspecting its sharpness. Her smiling face was enough to confirm her silent satisfaction. She soon picked up the trio of knives that were sitting on the same table. Each had a firm handle painted red and yellow, her personal favorite colors. Each of them were very sharp, just the way she liked it. As she gently poked her thumb on each knife's tip, she continued to stare at the television. She always had a fondness for slasher films, especially the ones back then and not the modern junk today that only relied on CGI and overrated actors.
Feeling her mouth dry, she decided that watching these classic slasher films would not be a complete experience without cheap, tasty beer. Her smile dropped at the realization of the one thing she feared: she didn't have any beer left in her fridge.
"Damn, out of beer already?" She griped as she leaned back with a dismayed groan. "And I was just getting comfortable."
Throwing her knives back into the table, the girl jumped back on her feet with an exhausted expression. This shows how bothered she was when it comes down to doing chores, which she despised. She left her home and headed down downstairs until she arrived outside.
The girl smiled as she felt the cool wind blow against her red and yellow ponytail. She walked to her own personal garage as she reached into one of the pockets of her pants. The garage opened up as she pressed a small remote control she had taken out from her pants. Inside the garage was a reddish dirt bike motorcycle with the decal of a flaring sun with red and yellow colors. The sun image also appeared on the back of the girl's leather suit.
The girl climbed on top of her motorcycle before she fetched out her wallet and keys. She double checked to see if she had her identification card since store clerks always mistake her to be a minor. She whipped out her ID card from the wallet and let out a elated smile as she recited the information on the card.
"Birthday and legal age...check...weight and height, blah blah blah...check..."
She chuckled as she read the last part of her ID card. "Sunset Shimmer...that's my name! I'm all set! Time for some fucking beer!"
After putting away her ID card, she placed the helmet onto her head. She revved up her motorcycle with a devilish smile on her face before giving the motorcycle one last rev. The vehicle started up and the biker girl zipped through the driveway and rode into the road as the sun began to set in Manehatten.
Author's Notes:
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Hi! It's me, MajorDude, the writer of this story. I would like to thank all my readers out there for reading this story! You mean a lot to me! You honestly thought this story is over? I'll try to work on a sequel, but my first day of school literally begins tomorrow! Help! But I know I'll try to manage. The sequel may take a while. By the way, I'm thinking of making a prequel of this story...that's also one of them Anon-a-Miss stories. Maybe. Either way, thanks again for reading and I hope you enjoyed this story! The appearance of the girl at the very end of the story is based on this adorable image.
Oh, and some gardening needs to be done at NW 17th Street. Please be discrete and bring a giant bush trimmer while you're at it.
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