What's happening to you? Isn't it obvious? I try to fight for breath as a burning sensation races through my head, my muscles tightening as I keep a grasp of my head in an attempt to alleviate the pain. You're losing control... You'll never be rid of me.

I-I'm not losing control! I shout back mentally to myself as I push myself to my feet. Fighting through the pain, I start to stumble back towards the castle. I've never felt a pain like this before in my life, it feels as though my entire body is being subjected to the most horrific torture possible. Each step sends agony through my legs, my head feels as though the flesh if peeling from the bone as my breaths become more laboured.

Reaching the intersection of the road, I lean against the corner building and look down the road as it lies canvased in the orange glow of the sunset. Far in the distance, heading back towards the castle, I can see Luna as she makes her way down the street. Trying to go for help? It's no use. She already tried twice to remove me... both have failed in the long run.

Releasing a distressed grunt, I force myself around the corner in pursuit of Luna. I say pursuit, it was probably more of a pained wobble. With her quickly moving further and further away, I attempt to scream at the top of my lungs after her, but nothing comes out.

I can hear my inner self laughing at my display, Come on, John, what's the point in crying for help? She won't save you. Nobody will. Taking another two steps, my legs give out from underneath as I collapse once again to the floor. Only one person had the best chance at stopping me, you'll only stop me if the two of us are buried six feet underground. I suppose I should pay Sunny a visit, show her what happens when you shoot me.

My eyes widen upon hearing Sunny's name. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something happened to her. You, stay the fuck away from her!

There's only one way that you'll be able to stop you. Do you see that fancy sword on your hip? Lowering my gaze, I turn my attention to the sword in question. Draw the blade and slide it along your throat.

I tear my eyes from the blade as I try to once again lift myself from the cold floor. I-I won't do it.

Again, the laughing in my head intensifies. Then she fucking dies. And once she's dead, I'll go after that bitch you call a girlfriend.

Scowling, I slam my hand down on the cobbled street as I rise to my feet. I swear to god, if you so much as touch her-

You'll what, kill yourself? Yeah, that'll stop me... but you won't be around either. Stammering down the street, I lean against the wall in order to prevent myself from falling once again. Reaching the corner of a building, I look down the alley to my left. Ahead of me, my vision violently spins. The dark alley is isolated from general view, a number of large bins and various goods cages for nearby stores litter the passageway. Spotting a pair of guards at the far end, I make my way towards them in an attempt to get help.

After ten short steps, all the muscles in my body stiffen. Groaning in agony, I collapse fully to the floor. Lying on my side, I barely find myself able to lift my arm in an attempt to drag my body across the floor. Failing to move any closer to the pair, any hope of assistance fades as they walk around the building out of view. Releasing a defeated sigh, I roll to the side ending up nearly face first in a dirty puddle.

Staring down at the water, I can see the veins on my neck protruding heavily as my body spasms. My heart drops when I lock onto the reflection of my own eyes. The colour slowly begins to fade, leaving behind the whites of my eye's sclera. You're mine now, John. I'm in control now. Finally being able to release a sound, a tortured screech escapes my lips before the world fades to black.

I watch the Captain with intrigue as his basic motor functions seem to fail, his body slowly becoming unresponsive. For the longest time, he seems intent at staring at his own reflection in the puddle below him, his breathing slowly returning to a normal rate.

Stepping out of the rear doorway of one of the many buildings which litter the alley, I cautiously advance on him. With my magic prepared for a potential attack, following memories from our last encounter, I move closer as he seems to slowly raise his body to a kneeling position. "Captain John Davies."

As I call out to him, his head quickly snaps to look towards me. My eyes widening briefly at the view before me, the whites of his eyes on full display as he glares directly at me. Raising to his feet, his hand grabs onto his sword which he rapidly draws during his advance towards me. Having been prepared for his actions, I grasp onto his entire body with my magic, locking his body in position mid-stride.

Stepping around him, I study his eyes closer. An obedience spell? Capable of making anypony bow to your every order. So if he is under the effects of this spell... I may have uses for him. Clearing my voice, I stop directly in front of him. "Captain, you will listen to my command. You are under my control, now sheathe your sword."

Slowly releasing my grip on him, I prepare myself to take hold again if my instructions had failed. To my surprise, the Captain slowly sheathes his sword and stands at attention, his head looking directly at me. There's one flaw with the obedience spell for those who cast it, others can easily gain control if they're the first to give an order. With nopony else around, I suppose that makes him mine to control.

Chuckling to myself, I pace around him, "I have a... special job which you'll be suited for."

His head follows me as I move, "Yes, ma'am." I can't help but notice that his voice seems a little deeper from the last time we met, likely a side effect of the spell.

"Your job is simple. Complete it for me and I shall let you do as you so desire." This seems to get the Captain's attention as a satanic grin slowly emerges on his lips. "Secured within the Canterlot archives, in the royal castle, you will find the 'Star Swirl the Bearded wing. Inside there is a special scroll that I require for my plans, locked within a secure container with guards constantly watching it. I need you to secure the scroll and return it to me, deal with the guards as you see fit."

The Captain nods, "Understood. What if there is more than one scroll in the box? Which one, in particular, are you after?"

"I'm after one of Star Swirl's most powerful spells, one capable of manipulating time. Get that for me, any extra's are just a nice little bonus. Once you have it, head to the south-east bastion and simply throw them outside the castle walls, I'll be there to catch them. Do this one job for me, and you'll be able to act however you see fit."

The Captain nods, resting his hand on the hilt of his sword before marching out of the alley and heading towards the castle. A small smirk spreads across my own muzzle at the luck I've had, I'll be able to get the spell without anypony realising that I was responsible. Though I did want to get my revenge on the Captain, I can wait if it'll help bring my revenge against Princess Twilight closer.

Stepping off, my forehoof impacts with the puddle the Captain was previously interested in. Looking at my own reflection in the rippling water, I lock eyes with the small scar which marks the left side of my neck from my last interaction with the Captain within the caves. Needing to get to the bastion for when he has what I requested, I move rapidly towards the exit in order to reach my destination on time.

Returning to the castle, I kept my head down in order to keep my eyes hidden from any observant guards. Returning to the room which was given to me for the night, I waited until all officers who were present for the meeting to be called to the main hall for a banquet. Once I heard the last of the officers make their way down the hallway, I leave my room to enter the now empty hall. Reaching into my tunic, I take out the aviators I took long ago from Spitfire and place them over my eyes to keep them hidden.

Pacing across the marble floor, I eye one of the main windows leading into the royal garden. Throwing open the windows, I lower myself outside and land on the lush grass. Under the cover of the emerging moon, I stroll casually across the grass towards the archives which lie on the opposite end of the gardens. I've got no reason to try and hide. It's not illegal to walk around the royal gardens of Canterlot, not to mention the fact that I'm an officer, that gives me the ability to walk around without raising questions.

Stopping on the side of the footpath, I lean against a nearby marble statue of a Unicorn with its foreleg raised as a small guard patrol passes. The Guards give a quick salute which I return as they pass. Waiting until they're far out of view, I creep towards the window in question which will lead into the archives.

Pulling myself up, I scan the hallway for any passing guards but fail to find any. Lifting my head, I chuckle silently to myself as I notice the section of the archives I'm looking for is directly in front of me. Well... that certainly was lucky. Stepping to the barred gate, I grab onto one of the steel bars and give it a pull. Despite my efforts, it fails to budge. So much for fucking good luck. Now I'll have to find the key.

Stepping back into the shadows, I decide that my best bet at finding a guard with the key is to wait for one to make a routine patrol. Testing another nearby door, I'm able to gain entry to the room next to the wing I'm after. Peering inside, I find it to be a small study for the use of visitors to the archives. Entering the room, I kneel down and push the door, leaving only a small crack of light as I wait for a guard to pass.

Sure enough, a guard slowly passes by, his horn being used as a torch to illuminate the way. His armour is different to that of many other guards I've seen. The gold plates have been replaced with a dark steel, similar to a gun metal grey, where as the plume of his helmet is a lighter contrast of grey.

When he passes the door, I quietly draw my sword. Positioning it in my hand, I angle it so the blade sticks far out to the right as the knuckle guard sits in such a position to act as a knuckle duster. I cautiously sneak up behind him as he examines the open window which I entered. Stopping directly behind him, I wait for him to finish closing the window. Before he can turn his head fully, I strike an exposed part of his face, knocking him out in one quick strike.

As his head jolts back, I quickly position my body to his left side in order to catch him as he falls. Wrapping my free arm around his neck, I grasp onto his armour plate and begin to drag him back across the floor. Leading him into the room, I drop him into the furthest corner and begin to search through his pouches. It doesn't take long to find a small selection of keys, one of which will likely give me access to the wing.

I reenter the hall and seal the door behind me before heading back to the steel door. When I'm about to search through the keys, my eyes slowly drift to the weapon he left behind on the floor when I knocked him out. Sheathing my sword, I take hold of the spear, noticing that it's equipped with the firing mechanism of the Solar Guard. Twirling it in my hands, I notice that it is fitted with a sky blue gem instead of the red one I've seen in the past.

Brushing off the different gem, I return to the gate and look over the keys I collected. Each of the keys has a small pendant attached to them showing an illustration of various emblems. Looking overhead, I notice the wing has an emblem of an off centre star with two smaller stars to the left-hand side and bottom right. When I shift my eyes back to the keys, I find one with a matching emblem and insert it into the lock. Sure enough, the door opens up with ease.

Entering the wing, I close the door behind me but fail to lock it in case I need a quick exit. Creeping forward, I find myself surrounded by numerous shelves which contain scrolls which look as though they could be hundreds of years old. In the centre of the room sits a large hour glass which is situated on a pedestal, small windows are positioned overhead to allow the moonlight to partially illuminate the room.

Edging closer to the centre of the room, I'm able to make out the sound of two guards idly chatting with one another. Pressing my back to the nearest bookshelf, I shuffle closer to the opening before peering around the corner. Situated at the end of a narrow hallway, is a pair of guards as they stand either side of a number of chests and historic artefacts. That must be my target. I just need to take out the guards. Keeping my body low, I dash as quietly as I can to the opening and raise the spear. Dropping to one knee, I keep the sights locked on the bigger of the two guards as they continue to converse. Tip-toeing closer, I slowly ease my finger on the trigger.

"How long until our shift is over?" The smaller one asks as he releases a yawn.

His colleague tilts his head to the right as he seems to be examining a clock, "We've got another hour."

"Great... One more hour of watching a few boxes." Stepping off to the side, the smaller guard rubs his eyes. "I'll be back in a few, I need to take a piss."

As his friend nods, I take the opportunity to attack. Firing off a bolt, the blue beam of energy impacts my target directly between the eyes. His body momentarily convulses before he slumps face first into the floor before. Before his partner realises what's going on, I swing the spear towards his head as I remain out of sight. The large handle impacts with his helmet, knocking him sideways where he impacts with the stone walls.

Jumping over him, I grab the rear of his helmet and rip it off before stamping on the top of his head. His movements cease following a sudden crack as his head impacts the floor below. With both guards out of action, I roll him over and check his pulse. Still breathing... I guess that'll do. As long as he didn't see me, that's all that matters. Expecting a worse fate for his friend, I check the larger one's pulse. To my surprise, he is still breathing and has a steady pulse. I guess a blue gem is a non-lethal option, kinda like a taser.

Discarding the spear, I step over the unconscious bodies to the collection of chests before me. Each chest seems to have various inscriptions which make little to no sense to me, I can only guess that they're ancient arcane glyph. Stepping to the central one, I throw the lid open and examine its contents. Locked within are a number of scrolls, each sealed with a ribbon displaying a text which states the spell within. Flicking through them, I find my target when I come across the time spell. With my objective secured. I seal the chest once again and hook it under my arms.

Casually strolling to the exit, I'm about to open the gate when a voice calls out from down the hall. "Dapper? What's taking you so long?"

Pressing my back against the bookshelf, I keep the chest against my chest as I wait for the guard to pass. Slowly, he passes the gate as he moves along the hall. Following him into the hallway, I rush up behind him and strike before he can turn. Before he knows who's behind him, I slam the wooden chest on top of his head causing him to fall straight to the floor. With another guard out of commission, I return to the window I entered through and make my exit from the archives.

Despite having just stolen numerous ancient texts, I'm surprised by the fact that there are little to no guards on patrol. Granted, nobody knows that I've stolen it, but it shows that the security here is piss poor. That'll play in my favour, I should be able to kill that bitch Sunny and not have to worry about any nearby guards.

Reaching the south-east bastion, I ascend the staircase and poke my head over the top. Only a pair of guards are stationed here, both of which are walking away from me as they talk to one another. Making the last climb, I look over the bastion towards the cliff edge below. Following my orders, I throw the chest over the edge and watch it fall. It continues to hurtle towards the ground for a number of seconds before it's finally caught mid-air in a turquoise aura.

As it's pulled away out of view, I quickly move back down the staircase and into the gardens below. With my mission complete, I'm now free to do as I wish. Time to pay a certain cunt a visit, show her how to really shoot someone dead.

"I don't know where he could have run off to," Chaser states as he closes my bedroom door behind us. "Hussar said he was there earlier. It seems he's decided to run off somewhere."

"So, you're not worried?" I ask as I rest the shotgun and my beret on the dresser alongside the door.

"He's an adult, he can take care of himself." Chaser copies my action as he strolls towards the bed, removing the rifle from his back and resting it against the foot of the bed.

I sigh as I join him alongside the bed, "Yeah, I guess you're right." Using my magic, I take a hold of the straps of my breastplate and begin to peel them away. "It's just, he'd usually tell us if he was going somewhere. Instead, he just disappeared."

"Probably gone to seen Moon Glow for a booty call," Chaser responds as he rests the aerial gauntlet on the bedside table.

I roll my eyes as the breastplate is swiftly removed and lowered carefully to the floor. "A booty call? Really?"

"I don't know about his sexual habits." Chaser chuckles as he promptly removes his armour and tosses it to the side, "He's probably giving her some attention as we speak."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I quickly peel my shirt away with my magic and fold it up alongside my armour. "Thanks for that image, Chaser."

Before I can react, Chaser leaps onto the end of the bed, grinning as he crawls towards me. "You know, we are in Canterlot." I cock a brow as a smirk spreads across my muzzle. "Perhaps, one of the most romantic cities in Equestria." Leaning closer, he places a soft kiss on my lips.

"I suppose we are." Unable to contain a grin, I wrap my forehooves around his back and pull him closer as our lips once again press together. As he lies partially on top of me, my tail begins to flick over his hindlegs in an attempt at teasing him. Slowly, he pulls back and begins to place soft kisses on my chest. I watch as he makes his way lower and lower, his wings caressing my hindlegs as he finally reaches the belt holding up my trousers.

I release a soft sigh as I use my magic to turn off the lights, the only source of illumination being the rays of the moon as they fall upon us from the window. Rocking my head back, I run my forehooves through his mane as I feel him tugging softly at my belt. Finally unbuckling it, he pulls my trousers down as he keeps his eyes focused on me. With my trousers finally removed, he crawls up my body as our lips lock once again.

The intoxicating sensation of his lips against mine is halted abruptly as the door into our room is suddenly barged open. Both of us lift out heads in surprise to look at the intruder as I frantically pull the quilt from below myself in an attempt to cover up. Looking to the opening, I'm able to make out John's silhouette as he looks at the two of us on the bed. "J-John... what are you doing?" I ask as I feel my cheeks heating up.

He remains stationary as he keeps looking at the two of us. None of us moves as we wait for the other to act first. Finally, his head finally turns to the dresser a few feet from his position. Stepping closer to the furniture, he grasps onto the shotgun and takes control of it. Snapping his head to us, he suddenly pulls on the pump and loads a round in the chamber.

Chaser quickly shuffles on the bed alongside me as John turns the weapon towards us. "John!" Chaser shouts out as he tries his best to shield me. Not knowing what else to do, I focus all of my magic in an attempt to throw a field between us and the barrel of the weapon.

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