I woke up to the sounds of busy city bouncing off the walls of the alley. For the life of me I was going to do something yesterday but I can't remember what it was. I walked out of the alley still having that sense I had forgotten something. I went to the cafe that Aoi had taken me to two days before in hopes I would remember what I had forgotten. I took a seat. The chair groaned from my massive weight. I ordered a herbal tea, that always helped me remember things. I sat at that table drinking tea and watching as the world around me went by. It had to be something important or else I wouldn't be so worried about it. I saw a guard coming toward me, he didn't look scared but just monotone, no real emotion to his face. He came up to me and spoke,

"Are you Celt the bugbear that defeated the Brother's Black two days ago?" Brother's Black I thought it was Black Brothers...

"Yes I am good sir, what can I do for you?"

"I am here to take you to the blacksmith so you may conduct your buisness with one Black Sun, the murderer of Iron Mane as you requested." His voice was stable, obviously not a newbie to the job.

"Alright lead the way." I finished my tea and left my payment.

We walked down the streets side by side as to not lose one of us in the crowd or more than likely for me to not lose him. I watched as the buildings slowly changed from urban to industrial. The buildings got bigger and wider the color slowly faded from the houses. Buisnesses went from fashion boutiques to  grimy dark repair shops and factories.The stench of oil became more and more noticible the further we went in. I looked down at my escort noticing he was not used to the smell as I was and had crinkled his nose. We came up the steps of the blacksmith to see two guards holding a scared pegasus.

"Please don't kill me, I don't want to die!" The tears rolled down his face in streams.

"Can he fly?"

"No sir, there is a spell placed on him stopping all forms of flight." The guard to right of the crying murderer explained.

"All three of you guard the entrance, only come back if I call you back."

"Yes sir." The three stallions went down the steps.

` "So your the one that killed Iron Mane correct?" He stopped crying but it was obvious he was afraid of me.

"Y-y-y-yes I k-k-kiled him." He stuttered with his speach.

"He take your money, steal food, sleep with your wife or killed all you love?"

"N-n-n-no he just..."

"Was a pawn in your game that was rigged from the start?" I kept my voice steady as I began to turn on the smith.

"Y-y-yes, we got him to tell us the names of all undercover agents of Cantorlot, t-t-t-then we killed him to stop him from leaking any info about us."

"Well, I'm going to give you a chance to live and go free if you want it."

"Really?" His voice was more cheerful but still filled with sorrow and fear.

"Yes, the game is simple," I turned the smith to full," all you have to do is keep your wing in the smith longer than I can keep my arm in there."

"T-t-t-this is the only way I can get out of this alive and free?"

"You could try to run but you'd be a blood splatter on the wall before you could reach the outside world."

"Alright shall we begin?" He shook his head.

He placed his wing inside and I put my metalic arm inside. The smell of his feathers burning filled the room. His face was contorted with the pain of his wing burning, he was biting on his lip and drew blood. His eyes were shut trying not to think of the immense heat and pain being unleashed on his wing. More tears fell to floor as the top of his wings were being covered in fire. I sat there whistling, as I watched the pain he was going through. He retracted his wing from the furnace. Most of the wing had been consumed by the fire and was still being burnt by the little bit crawling up the wing. I removed my arm it still glowing. I splashed one of two water buckets on my arm and than his wing.

"M-m-m-my wing it's useless, I lost my wing."

"God for a leader of a crime syndicate you sure are a wimp."

"My brothers Wind and Soil took care of me most the time and gave me simple kill missions."

"Well I have to show you something," I remove my sleve to reveal robotic arm it covered," I cheated."

"D-d-d-does that mean I am free to go?"

"No, it means the game was rigged from the start." My expression deadpanned.

"You cheated Iron Mane by giving him hope you wouldn't kill him by revealing the agents," My experssion turned from deadpanned to anger,"But you killed him anyways."

"I gave a false hope that you would go free but instead I rigged the game just like you and your friends did."

"You wanted a fair trail, to prove your innocence correct?" He nodded.

"You wanted to be given a chance when you cheated a stallion out of his," the anger filled my voice, "doesn't make sense does it?"

"That's not fair I...."

"Not fair, NOT FAIR? Life isn't fair dumbass, you should know that by now!." You could feel my anger surround me.

"I am going to be your judge, jury and excutioner. I find you guilty," I raise my blade. "for rigging the game of life."

I swung down ending his life in mere seconds.  I called the guards in to dispose of his body. One carried his head in his magical aura and the others dragged his body off. He is lucky I killed him. I walked out of the blacksmith drained from using all of my anger on that one stallion. I trudged over to general district, slowly being released from the stench of oil and smoke.  I made my way down the alley I had come to call my home for my stay in Cantorlot. I should also be convicted of rigging the game like him and his brothers... The world for a instant fell silent. I will face my sins when I die and until that day I shall not regret my choice today. I thought as my mind wandered off to dreamland. Next Chapter: Lies and Slander is the way to go! (9) Estimated time remaining: 4 Hours, 51 Minutes