The Gray Assassin

by SilverMistMLP

Rating: mature
Tags: Dark, Comedy, Romance, Adventure
Length: 9090

The Alicorn mare was a decent size, her tri-colored mane hidden from the world under a black cloak. Why? Well, maybe one night, you'll encounter her and her superb sword wielding.

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The Assassination Alliance headquarters has been home to the second highest ranking assassin since the day she could hold a sword in her hooves. She finds various resources and puts them to the full extent when she's on her missions and assignments. Yet, sometimes, there's always other things going on that have permanently scarred the mare and tainted her once bright heart.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-07-03 00:30:01 UTC

Murder Around The Bend

She was levitating a paper within her magic, staring at the name scribbled on it in dark ink. She sticked to the shadows of the street, pressing hard up against an alley way wall in case any of Celestia's or Luna's guards decided to trot down the street she was currently on. Stopping for a moment, she looked up at the starry sky, basking in Luna's moon for a short while before she heard loud hoof-steps galloping through the night. She glanced at him, all his features were covered in a dark mask and cloak. Looking back at her, a sly grin was plastered upon his face, his amber eyes glistening in the moonlight as he jumped up and over a wall, leaving a Unicorn guard on the ground below him. Well, at least one of us is doing our job. She thought bitterly before trotting up the steps. The mare was standing on the other side of the door of her next victim, her facial features going unnoticed as her hood hid her eyes. She scraped her hoof against the door, her wings pressing hard against her sides to hide her tools. The lock clicked as the door began opening, showing a stallion with a grim look on his face. "Uh, hello. May I ask-" she immediately shoved him inside with her front hooves, pouncing on him and pinning him down after kicking the door closed with one of her back hooves. The lights came on, the motion sensors going off.

"You seriously had those pesky fuckers installed?" she barked angrily. She slammed her hoof down on his muzzle before darting for the stairs, travelling up them within moments before she jumped out the window, her wings jutting out from her sides and dropping her knife. She swooped down, catching it in her jaw, her tongue running across the blade. "Fuck!" she muttered out the side of her mouth, the blood falling below her in small droplets as she enveloped the knife in her magic, continuing through the night sky. "Damn idiots and their damn alarms," the mare breathed.

Another Pegasus was in the sky, flying past her at an incredible speed. She smiled, his fire color mane whipping behind him in the wind. He turned around, flying back towards her. "Hello my favorite assassin," he greeted with a coy smile.

"Hey, Fyre," she greeted him in return, half smiling.

His white coat was somehow tarnished with smears of a dark red, but she already knew what it was. Refocusing her eyes on his fire-colored ones, he spoke in a slow and serious tone. "I saw how fast you bolted from your assignment," he told her, no amusement within his tone as he tore his eyes away from hers.

"Sir, I can expl-"

"There's no need," he told her, holding up a hoof. His poker face cracked, a smile of amusement dancing on his lips. He looked at her, his eyes sparking with sneakiness. "I'm just shitting you. It was a joke. We set that up to see how fast you can escape from a sticky situation like that," he told her.

With a growl, she pushed her eyebrows together angrily. She raised a hoof, slapping the stallion hard enough to leave a red mark. "Fuck you," she told him. "That wasn't funny. I thought you were about to fire me!"

He chuckled as he brought a hoof to his stinging cheek. "That's just like you, Silver," he started, rubbing his cheek before dropping his hoof with a broad smile. "Just to lash out when angered. It's cute when you're mad," he was close to her ear now, his breath heavy.

"Thanks for the compliment," she told him, slightly pushing him away from her.

"Oh darling, you cannot thank me for the truth," he smirked.

"Do you want to be slapped again? No? I thought so," she answered for him before sighing. "I need a new assignment."

"Give me your assignment sheet," he told her in a more professional tone. She did as she was told and he crossed out the old name, putting down another and scribbling out the cutie mark. "Here," he said as he gave the mare her assignment sheet back.

"Bronze Sword?" she asked. "What the fuck does he have to do with us?"

"He likes exposing us for who we are," he told her without any specific tone of voice.

She nodded. "I see."

He too nodded before turning around, facing his general direction before spotting her. "I will see you at the hideout, no?"

She rolled her eyes. "Maybe if I finish on time."

With a light-hearted chuckle, he replied, "We all know how you are, Misty. Get in, get out, just like that. You'll be done in fifteen minutes tops."

Misty smiled and said, "Well, shut up, you. I'll be done when I'm done."

"You may talk the talk, but can you trot the trot?" he teased before taking off, leaving her there alone in the moonlit sky.

"Honey, I invented that," she whispered to herself before diving down to the ground, stopping mid-dive as she straightened herself out and landed on the pavement with nothing more that a simple tap of her boots. Her watch read one fifty-three am as she began preening her wings, waiting patiently for the victim. A few things her job taught her is patience, speed, and no hesitation. If you hesitate, you risk getting caught. Simple.

Her thoughts were interrupted as a loud clang rang through the alley way she had made herself a hiding place in. She poked her head out, looking at the stallion who was drunken to the core. "I-I don't n-need them!" he slurred to himself, stumbling every time he began gaining his balance again. "I-I got my beer a-and that'sss all that mattersss," he continued, falling over from exhaustion, now laying on his back and staring at the sky with his eyes holding no general expression.

Mist nodded to herself before trotting out of the alley way stealthily, standing just beside him now. "Hello, Bronze," she whispered in a low, husky tone, masking her original voice.

His head turned to see her, his eyes glimmering with hope. "H-have y-you come the safth me?" he asked, the smell of cider on his breath could be smelled a mile away.

Smirking, she enveloped her blade in her magic again, the silver glinting in the moonlight. "Quite the opposite actually," she told him before mounting him, sitting on his stomach with his stallionhood rubbing against her cloaked back. She leaned over, her breath hot on his face. "Have fun," she whispered in his ear as she brought the blade to his neck. In one swift motion, she hit his jugular, his blood spewing out. He brought a hoof to his neck, trying to hold the massive amounts of blood back.

His voice caught in his throat as blood began coming out of his mouth. Mist's lips twisted into a wicked smile as she flapped her gray wings lazily, floating high above him. Bronze reached his hoof out as if to ask for the help she would not give. Soon, he lay in a puddle of his own blood, his final breath blowing from his lungs as his golden eyes glazed over.

She smirked to herself as she wiped the blade off on the inside of her cloak, her smirk of accomplishment never leaving her lips. After a few minutes of staring at his limp body, she flew in the direction of her underground hideout not too far away. Once she reached her destination, she began looking around before she flew down a chimney and into a home, lifting up the carpet and revealing a secret door. The home was abandoned of course, or else the AA would have been found out already. She groaned before slipping down the tube, sliding through many intersections before landing in the HQ.

"Misty, baby, glad you could make it here!" Kamos greeted her, his smile wide with pleasure and happiness. His mohawk protruded slightly through his dark blue cloak as he approached her. "How did your mission go?"

"Simple, really. He was drunk off his flank," she responded while looking at her hoof. "Where are the rest of the assassins?"

The zebra sighed, taking a seat in front of her. "They're still out on their missions."

She tapped her hoof on her chin. "Well, they better pick up the pace if they want to ever be as high ranked as myself," she boasted with a broad smile.

Kamos smiled warmly. "Perhaps you are right, my assassin, but they are far behind you," he reminded her. "You've been in the AA ever since you were able to wield a sword."

With a smile and a soft blush, she turned her head as her ears pricked up, hearing a squeal from the tubes. "Celestia damnation, Tyde Runner!" Fyre's voice echoed throughout the hideout.

"Oh, wonderful, Fyre and Tyde have returned, the twins who are the exact opposite of each other," Mist turned to Kamos who was shaking his head, lifting himself up with his haunches as he began making his way towards the meeting room.

"Do tell them I will be in here," he called over his shoulder to the highest ranking assassin, returning her attention to the two Pegasi on the floor.

"Where's everypony else?" Mist immediately questioned.

Tyde spoke up, moving her two-toned mane from her a shade darker blue eyes. "They're not too far behind us, actually."

Just then, the two sisters voices floated downward before they landed on top of the other two Pegasi still on the floor. "My bad!" they yelled in unison.

"Hello Aurora, Moonthistle," Mist greeted the two Unicorns with a wave before following after Kamos, closing the door behind her.

"Well, they're having another meeting," Aurora noted unenthusiastically.

"They're always having meetings. It doesn't make sense," her sister finished her sentence without even a glance at the door. The four ponies got up, dusting themselves off before a stallion tumbled down a tube on the opposite side of the room.

"Glad you could make it, Arcanus," Fyre spoke in a bored tone. "When are we getting our next assignment from Kamos?" he asked the group of five.

The larger Unicorn of the trio stood slowly, shaking himself as he trotted closer to the group. "I honestly do not know," replied Arcanus in a deep voice as he stared at the door. "Why are we never included in meetings?" he inquired, nodding his head towards the door.

Shrugging, the five approached the door, hearing a rather deep discussion. "Absolutely not! I will not send you out there to attack a guard, no matter if he's a rapist or not!" Kamos voice boomed through the soundproof room.

"Then what the hell is the whole goddamn point behind this meeting? He's raping various mares, you idiot!" the gray assassin yelled in response, her voice deep in comparison to her normal one.

"The point is we need someone else to do it!" he retorted, ignoring her input. "You're dismissed!" he grunted.

A chair impacted the door, causing the other five ponies to jump back some as it slammed shut. Thankfully, there was a crack in the door, allowing them to still hear the conversation. "You're no help! He's raping mares, you ignorant buffoon and you're not going to let me do anything about it!" Mist screamed at the top of her lungs as her hooves slammed down onto the table, making a cracking sound.

"Silver's pissed," Fyre noticed, his face cringing every time something cracked within the room.

"I don't want you getting raped too!" Kamos countered, flipped the table hard enough to send it flying over the Alicorn's head. "What if you can't fight him off and you're his next victim?" he called out as the mare ducked. "What are you gonna do then?"

"Would you shut up?" Silver finally yelled. Her hoof-steps were heard as she approached the zebra, but the five had no idea what was going on behind that damn door. "I did not join this alliance for you to tell me what I can and cannot do. Sure, you're over a thousand fucking years old, who cares? I joined this to avenge people who were killed that were close to me, and I will kill millions before I am satisfied and ready for death to take me. Until then," she breathed in deep, the yelling ceasing for a moment before her final rage came out in a thundering boom. "I advise you allow me any damn mission I want!"

The zebra was silent, staring at the defiant mare as she trotted towards the door. The five disbanded, heading towards their natural stations as she walked out, glaring at each of them as she stood in the center of the room. "Hear me out," she somehow managed to calmly say. "I've known every single one of you since you first started here. All of you started from where I did, petty missions of stealing and shit. Now, you're here. How, you may ask? Because of me and everything I did. If you failed a mission, I completed it for you! Everything I did was for all of you!" she stared at each of them intently, searching their eyes.

"Silver, would you please calm down?" Fyre cautiously asked as he got up, trotting towards her.

"Sit your fucking flank back down right fucking now!" she growled at him, her eyes burning with blood-lust as he sat back down in his seat, fear residing within his fire-colored eyes. "If I wanted, I could kill all of you," she smirked, her eyes constricting. "Do you think I'd do that though? Do you?"

Tyde raised her hoof, looking away shamefully. "I believe you could, but you won-"

"I what?" the mare questioned as she teleported in front of the other mare. Her voice wasn't her own. In fact, it was from the darkness residing deep within her soul she tries so hard to lock and hide away. Her blade had been placed to the Pegasi's neck, her sadistic grin masking any signs of remorse.

"I was g-gonna say w-would!" Tyde stuttered her claim, staring helplessly up at the ceiling.

Her grin faded as she faced the rest of the group again, a small line of blood trickling down Tyde's throat. "As I was saying. I'm giving you one choice, you either side with me or," she paused, taking a lengthy look around the room as she retreated towards the center. "You die. Simple decision, no?"

Just then, Kamos burst through the meeting door, holding a sheet of paper. "Silver Mist, I give you the assignment," he told her breathlessly. "I'm dearly sorry it took this long for me to decide."

She enveloped the parchment in her magic, taking it as she headed out the door. "Glad you see it my way," she said over her shoulder as the door closed and she was transported back onto the darkened streets of Canterlot.

~   ~   ~

"Idiots," she muttered coldly under her breath. "I'm surrounded by low-ranking idiots. Everywhere I go, I'm stuck with idiots. Why? Oh, I don't know, because I'm the highest ranking assassin alongside Kamos," she paused, looking up at Luna's moon from her place atop a house. She face-hoofed hard and then punched the chimney on the roof, her eye twitching. "I'm talking to myself. I'm fucking talking to myself. Does anypony consider this normal?" she half-questioned herself, looking around as she slunk through the shadows. Idiots in every part of this damn world. She thought as she looked around for that damn Lunar guard. Her eyes came across a stallion with a dark gray coat and a sly grin on his face with an unconscious Earth mare enveloped in his magic. Shit, that's him! her thoughts perked up as adrenaline coursed through her veins, staring at him from the roof.

He opened the door to the one just beside her place on the roof. She hid within the darkness, pulling her black cloak over her body to blend in with the night. He looked around uneasily before stepping inside, the floorboards creaking under his muscular build. No way in hell I'm just waltzing through the front door, you moron. She rolled her eyes and shook her head, his stupidity obviously way higher than she expected. She flapped her wings quietly, circling the house several times for any signs of an open window.

"Hello," the stallion said in a gruff voice. Silver whipped around, peeking in through the window placed inside his room. "About time for you to wake up," he grunted, clearly not happy with how much time it took her to wake up.

Who the hell is she? Mist asked herself, staring at the battered and disheveled mane of the mysterious mare's. Sighing, she hovered above the ground, peeking in on the scene. "Mister, who are you?" she asked in a quiet, but sleepy tone.

"That is of no concern. The only concern here is what you're going to be doing for me tonight," he was straight-forward, the mare withholding a shocked expression. His stallionhood was erect with anticipation and excitement as he trotted over to a drawer, pulling out some rope and cloth as a drop of pre-cum dripped from his dick.

"What are you mmpphhmm," the mares voice was muffled by the cloth as the stallion skillfully tied it around her muzzle, silencing her. "Mmmphh!" she tried screaming multiple times but it showed to be of no avail.

"Shut up, slut," he ordered, pushing her back onto the bed as he tied her forehooves to the bedpost above her head with his magic, following suit with her back hooves as well. She tossed and turned as he attempted to tie her back hooves with his own hooves, the mare squirming to get away and kicking him in the muzzle a few times, only making him angrier. He finally caved and hit her hard in the muzzle, blood oozing from her nostrils. "Shut the fuck up, damnit!" he growled before topping her, rubbing his head along her clitoris.

Silver looked away, biting her hoof to keep back the tears. How can somepony even do tha- her thoughts were interrupted as an ear-shattering scream came from inside, causing her to whip her head around to see that the guard had forced all his length inside her, no wetness coming from her pussy to even act as a lubricant. You sick, twisted bastard! she cursed him in her head, holding back the urge to burst in there and kill him right in front of her.

"Mmmpphh!" the mare tried speaking again, ending up with another deep thrust into her tight pussy. He pounded into her, treating her like a rag-doll, thrashing her violently about. The worst thing about it was that he was enjoying himself, watching her cry as he endlessly forced himself into both her vagina and plothole for what seemed like an eternity.

"I'm coming!" He called out loudly, spewing his load inside her plothole. He pulled out slowly as his cum lazily dripped from her plothole, her face holding nothing but agonizing pain and dry tears. He ripped the cloth from her face, a rash forming at the sides of her mouth. He loomed over her, his penis still erect. "Suck!" he ordered. As if trying to withhold some of her dignity still left, she refused, turning her head away. He moved his dick towards her mouth, her lips sealed shut. "I said suck you bitch," he growled through clenched teeth.

"Help!" The mare screamed loudly, only to have a strong hoof make contact with her cheek, the bone crushing sound barely audible.

"Shut the fuck up, you filthy bitch!" he growled sternly in her ear before forcefully stuffing his rod down her throat, silencing her pleas for help. "Suck it like you mean it!" he ordered bitterly. Realizing that all the dignity she used to have was now stripped from her, she listened, sucking him off multiple times while swallowing his cum, ejaculation after ejaculation, he kept going, not stopping to even breath.

Silver was scarred nonetheless, watching as her victim was raping this poor no-named mare, knowing she couldn't do Celestia-squat without getting found out. All victims needed to be alone or else she risked getting caught. She eventually gave up, knowing the house he traveled to in order to rape his new victims by heart, she lowered herself to the ground below, trotting away, being sure nopony heard her hoof-steps. As she came to the next block though, the biggest surprise of all was standing right in her path.

"Hey, cutie," one stallion smirked, looking down at her as he blew a wave of smoke in her face. "Why are you out this late?" his voice was gruff, obviously affected by the tobacco in the cigar.

"Get the fuck out of my way," she growled. The events that just took place moments before this was enough to drive her into a blood frenzy, making these four stallions her targets.

"Ooh, we got a bad flank over here!" a taller, leaner stallion teased. "You're not leaving until we have our fun," he smirked and the four approached her in a diamond-like shape.

"I said, get the fuck out of my way," she muttered as the closed in on her. Her voice was stern, but being a mare, she had no power what-so-ever over any stallion larger than her in weight or height.

"Whatcha gonna do if we don't?" the one with the cigar in his mouth asked in a challenging tone, staring at her with his cyan colored eyes.

With a sigh, she slipped two hoof-blades out, teleporting onto the stallions back in mere seconds, slitting his throat. He dropped to the ground almost immediately, blood squirting out of his neck on tainting the pale gray cement. She looked up, a grin masking her features. "Next!" she called out eagerly. The three remaining stallions looked at her questioningly, backing away slowly.

"Longshot, we should just leave her be," the tall, slim one turned to a stallion whom had a dark gray coat and a jet black mane, his emerald eyes staring at the Alicorn with a mixture of terror and worried expression.

He turned to him, staring up at him with longing eyes. "Blu, we should just accept our fate," he bluntly told him, refocusing his gaze on the psychotic mare.

Silver laughed hysterically as she pounced on Longshot, enveloping her blade in her magic, "Wise words," she whispered in his ear before driving the already bloody blade into his windpipe. She glanced up at the stallion who was apparently called Blu, half-smiling as her dark blue eyes focused on him, the color darkening further. She got up as he began fleeing the scene, not even bothering to look back. He didn't get far though as she enveloped her other blade, driving it into the back of his neck as he collapsed to the ground. She yanked it out as she trotted in front of him, smirking. "Your friend there has excellent ideas. Too bad you're both gonna be dead," she told him a little too eagerly as she drove the blade straight through his back with a stomp of her hoof, puncturing his heart.

The last one stared at her the entire time, his eyes never losing their place on her body, watching her every move rather intently. His body visibly shook everywhere as she approached him, still smiling sadistically. "Maybe," she began, "if you weren't about to rape me, I'd let you live. I've seen some pretty disturbing shit in my time, but what I saw moments ago was absolutely disgusting and appalling."

'T-they made me!" he exclaimed as she backed him up against a steel-barred gate.

"Quite frankly, I don't give a fuck." As the words left her muzzle, she wheeled around, slamming her back hooves into his skull, breaking his neck with the bars. She smiled to herself as she enveloped the dead bodies, opening a stallion-hole and dropping the four down the hole and into the sewage drain to decompose. "Idiots," she remarked to herself as she began her trot back to HQ.

Confrontation

Silver was sitting on a window sill with her hind-legs dangling beneath her, and staring at the mid-morning sun with a celery sandwich enveloped in her magenta-colored magic. A bird chirped nearby, flying right past her muzzle and landing next to her. "What do you want?" she asked it, shifting her eyes towards the yellow-and-brown colored bird and glaring at it.

It chirped in response and hopped closer to her as if looking for some food. Beady eyes looked over at her sandwich and she growled, taking a bite out of her sandwich as the bird happily jumped into her lap, chirping loudly. Luna, give me strength! her mind screamed. The bird's endless chirping made her sensitive ears twitch repeatedly as she glared down at it with an immense amount of hate. "Would you die? Please, just die," she told it bitterly as she took yet another bite, the crumbs falling into her lap. The small, yellow bird began eating the crumbs off her lap, pecking her hard and sometimes drawing blood. Her ears and eye twitched in rage, staring at the bird before enveloping it in her magic.

"I said die," she growled, snapping its neck as a blank expression fell upon her face once she allowed gravity to take hold of the bird, the critters limp body plummeting four stories to the ground below her. A few horrified gasps were heard beneath her and a smile of content made its way onto her muzzle. At last, some peace and-

"Silver!" A stallions voice happily said as the door swung open from behind her.

"Celestia damnit, Fyre!" she yelled angrily, glaring at him as her cheeks bulged with food.

He let out a chuckle. "Am I interrupting anything?" he asked with a straight-face.

She growled before swallowing her food. "Shut up. What did you need anyway that's so important that you must bug me?" she grunted, staring at him as she shifted her position to have her back against the window sill and her back left hoof dangling below her as she placed her right hoof firmly on the window sill.

"Well," he began, sitting in front of her and mimicking her position. "I have to ask you something."

Silver rolled her eyes, looking outside. "Go on then."

"I-I don't think I should," the white Pegasus stuttered, looking away.

"You're a damn assassin for Celestia's sake!" she yelled at him, impatient and waiting for him to get to the point as to why he interrupted her lunch-time.

"Okay, okay, calm down," he muttered, looking back up to see her ocean blue eyes boring into his flesh. "I was wondering if you'd really go through with killing everypony in this alliance."

Turning her head, her gaze dropped to the ground below them. "Do you think I'm capable of that, Fyre?" she asked solemnly.

"Physically, I believe you can one-hundred-percent. Emotionally though," he stopped himself as she glanced at him through the corner of her eye. "I don't think you could."

She sighed heavily. "You're right on the emotional part," she told him as she turned her head back to face him. "I could never kill anypony close to me. In fact, this entire alliance is close to me altogether." She took a long look around her, the streets below were quiet as a few passerby's cast a glance up at the two. "We're theoretically a family here inside the Assassination Alliance, if you think about it," she murmured, looking deep into the fire-colored eyes of her friend's.

He stared at her for a while, questioning himself on what exactly he should say. "Misty," he began.

"Shut up," she told him, a flash of pain flashing through her eyes, though it disappeared as quickly as it came. "I hate that name. How many times have I told all of you that?"

"Silver, I'm sorry," he apologized. What he was sorry for, he didn't even know for himself, but he just knew he was sorry for all the hardships the mare had gone through her life.

"Don't be, there's absolutely no reason to be sorry for me or for our victims," she bluntly told him. "Besides, there's nothing we can do about the past, so we might as well let go of it and move the fuck on." Once the harsh words left her muzzle, she lifted herself off the ledge with her wings and dove out the window, extending her wings once more before she hit the ground and flew high into the sky, leaving the stallion alone in the attic with her half-eaten sandwich basking in Celestia's warm sunlight.

Sighing softly, he lifted himself off the ledge with his hooves and dropped back down into the attic, looking up at where she went. "Sometimes, Silver Mist, you are as reckless and indecisive as my father was," he said to himself, shaking his head for a few moments. "At other times, you're the nicest and happiest mare I've ever seen, even if that was two years ago. I just wish that your heart wasn't tainted and cursed with all the lives and unhappy souls of all the ponies you have killed with your time here," the muscular stallion finished before walking back to the door, pulling it open to see his sister.

"Where'd Mist go?" Tyde asked. He pushed past her in response, their coats brushing. "Brother, are you okay?" she asked in a more caring and concerned tone as she craned her neck to look at him.

"I honestly don't know, sis," he breathed, looking over his shoulder to briefly glance at his sibling. "At times, I just wish our Misty would be how she used to be before any of this happened." He dismissed himself, trotting away from his younger sister. A single tear rolled down his cheek, the pain in his heart causing his stomach to flip. "I wish I was okay," the stallion whispered to himself as he felt his shoulders slump once he rounded the corner, his sister's eyes no longer felt on his skin.

The water-colored-mane of Tyde's fell over her darker colored eyes in contrast to it as she watched her own brother leave. "As do I, Fyre," she breathed as she trotted into the attic and to the window, staring at the ground below. "We both know that's never going to happen unless she forgets her memory," she continued as her eyes watched the multicolored ponies below trot along the small path, turning to avoid each other.

~   ~   ~

It was mid-day, around three pm when a black blur whizzed past the gray Alicorn, her eyes following after the Unicorn with fire-colored hair much like Fyre's. She turned her head and stared at Silver, a broad grin appearing on her muzzle as a bag of bits came into view, the beige-colored bag enveloped high in her orange-colored magic. She hopped up onto a wall, saluting to the other mare with a wink before teleporting somewhere else, a dozen guards a second too late to catch the crook.

Shaking her head, she trotted out and onto the streets of Manehattan, looking around with a cautious gaze. Then, a brilliant flash of light engulfed her and she was teleported elsewhere. "Where in Tartarus am I?" she asked herself, looking around.

Somepony's horn emitted a soft orange glow, acting as a flashlight in the dark room. "Oh, Silver, it's nice to see you," the voice casually said.

"Blaze," she grunted with little to no enthusiasm in her voice.

"Damnit," the Unicorn mare grunted. "Really though, hey."

"Mmph," she replied. "Where are we exactly?" she asked, looking around the still darkened room.

A light switch was lifted, the lights coming on to reveal Blaze's apartment. "My home," she told her, trotting to the kitchen.

"I wouldn't have guessed." Silver stated in a flat tone as she realized she was sitting in the middle of what appeared to be the living room. Piles of garbage lay in a corner and in another, endless bags of bits were residing under a large blanket. "Why are we here?" she asked again, noticing the black mare avoided her question the first time.

"I had to ask a favor of you," she began, enveloping two ciders from the fridge in her magic and trotting back to the Alicorn, putting one down in front of her.

"That is?" Silver replied, looking down at the beverage.

"I need you to kill somepony," she began, showing a folder to the mare that was hidden behind a couch cushion. She passed it to the mare, the file withholding the name Lightning Slash in bold letters.

Silver read the name over quite a few times, looking up from the file to lock eyes with Blaze. "What does he have to do with you?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Well," she began before pulling out a photo album. Celestia fucking damnit, I didn't want to know your life story with him! Silver's thoughts screamed in anger before the other mare began speaking. "He broke up with me once he found out I was a robber, even though he's in some alliance that is involved with more professional thievery."

Mother of shit, I thought she was talking about the AA. "Go on then," Mist rushed her considering the fact she already has another official assignment from her own alliance.

"I mean, I'm pretty good with my job. I get in, get out. Killing anypony just makes the job ten times harder," she tilted her head to the side before showing the Alicorn a picture of Lightning and Blaze, the two standing back-to-back with hoof-blades. "We had one mission together and I was injured. He left me there," her voice began to become a tad more sadder as she spoke on. Silver was already impatient enough and she did not have any time in all of Equestria to lose if she wanted her now two assignments to blow up in her face. "I was arrested and after I was released, he broke it off with me. He called me a slow, unreliable nuisance."

"Okay, look sweetie, I don't care. Where does he live and where does this alliance of his stay?" the impatient mare pushed on, staring at the other with a blank expression. She enveloped the cider in her magic and took a swig, not taking her eyes off the robber.

Blaze picked up her cider in her magic as well, taking a gulp of the liquor before putting it down in front of her. "Okay, he lives east of Mane Street, somewhere near Sunny Lane. I know that's not much to go by, but his house looks kind of run down. He's a white Pegasus with a black and yellow mane. His cutie mark consists of a dark storm cloud with a single lightning bolt in front of it."

"Oh, I see," Silver murmured in thought. "I need to be paid though."

"Well, of course." The mare enveloped two bags of bits, each holding a good five-hundred or so. "Will this do?" she asked as she put them near her.

She looked at her and then the bags of bits. "You got yourself a deal," she told her with a grin. With that, they shook hooves, sealing the deal.

"When you've successfully disposed of him, you can come back and get your bits," she told her as Silver trotted towards the door. "I'll be here until nine, so take your time."

"Great," she said as she stepped out the door. "See you then," she waved her hoof and spread her wings, flying up into the sky as she began her search for the stallion Blaze was talking about.

~   ~   ~

The mare once again perched herself on a roof. I seem to have taken a liking to roofs, she thought to herself as she saw a white Pegasus fly through the sky. Pulling out the file, she looked the Pegasus over as he flew past her, looking behind him and staring at her for a moment. In response, she deviously smirked, allowing herself to shift into a comfortable position. As if on cue, he turned around, his voice deeper than she expected. "Hello, miss," he stated as he landed next to her, a sly smile on his face.

"Do I know you?" she asked, tucking away the file slowly.

He smirked, moving in closer. There was a heavy scent of both cologne and different types of liquor on his fur and she turned her head, trying to get rid of the awful reek the stallion had. "Well, you could get to know me," he purred.

Damn hormone-crazed demon, she thought bitterly as she looked at him once more, a weak smile on her muzzle. "I'd prefer not," she told him with a firm voice before raising herself up on her haunches and spreading her wings. "I'll be going then," she murmured as she began flying away, only to feel a hard tug at her tail.

Turning her head around, she saw the stallion's eyes. They were yellow, like lightning, and staring at her with a mixture of anger and lust. "You're not going anywhere, princess," he said to her out the side of his mouth.

She looked forward again, a smile of success plastered on her muzzle. "Very well then," she whispered before flying upside-down over him, hitting him hard in the muzzle to release his grip on her tail. He stumbled backwards, landing on his plot and rubbing his nose. Silver landed on the roof, taking a defiant stance and glaring at him.

Lightning looked up at her, growling his next sentence. "You'll pay for that you little bitch!" he charged at her, tackling her with a slight stumble and pinning her down.

Her reaction time was quick compared to his as she slipped out from under him, reeling around to kick him hard with her back hooves in the chest, causing him to fall back as she knocked the wind out of him. "Hello, Lightning," she said to him as she sat on his stomach. "I do believe I know you..." her voice trailed off as she pulled out the file with her magic, showing him it. "Y'know, when your ex is a robber and she has friends that can kill, it isn't very smart to break up with her when you both were robbers."

He sat up and she slammed her hoof again into his muzzle, the blood running down. "Did I tell you that you could get up?"

"I want to get-"

"I don't care what you want to get. Tell me, did I say you can get up?" she asked again.

He shook his head and tried again to get up, the alcoholic stallion too slow to react when her hooves came down on his face too fast for him to protect himself. "Let me go!" he sputtered, spitting blood in her face.

She let back some, staring down at him after she wiped her eyes. Her voice was not how it used to be. Instead, it sounded more demonic with every word she spoke. "You're gonna pay for that," she snarled as she got off him and enveloped him in her magic, teleporting the two high above the ground.

On instinct, his wings jutted out from his sides, flapping furiously. "What the-" he was cut off as Silver looked dead in his eyes, slamming her hoof into his stomach. His wings stopped for a moment and his hooves wrapped around his torso in pain as he fell from the sky, only to have the mare envelope him in her magic and bring him back to eye-level.

"You know," she murmured in her normal tone, "I usually have a lot more fun when the victim fights back." She looked at him as she tapped her chin, the stallion spitting blood at her barrier. "Then there's time when the damn victim wants to be a dumbass and spit in my eyes to try and escape. You wanna know what I call that?"

He shook his head before slamming his hooves repeatedly against the barrier in an attempt to break it. "What the fuck is this made of?" he yelled out.

"No wonder Blaze told me to kill you. You're a complete dickhead," she told him. "Also, why don't you taste it and find out," she sarcastically said before allowing her magic to stop, the stallion plummeting below her. She dove down, slamming her two back hooves into his chest as they fell downwards at an incredibly fast speed.

Grabbing her hooves weakly, he turned them over so he was on top, slamming his front hooves repeatedly into her face. She took the blows before flipping them around again with a hard blow to his stallionhood. He crippled and jumped off of her, cupping his penis in his hooves as he let out a yelp of pain. Silver took this as an opportunity and flapped her wings furiously as she placed her hooves on his shoulders, forcing them to accelerate and approach the ground at a far quicker rate. "Get the fuck off me!" he growled after his dick had felt just slightly better, slamming his hoof hard into her side.

She grunted and flew faster as he repeatedly punched her side, his much stronger hooves doing more damage than she expected. She felt her rib crack inside her and her wings buckled, making them both plummet towards the ground below. She cupped her side in her hoof, air-swimming away from the stallion. He grabbed her tail in his mouth again as they came closer and closer to the ground, making the pain in her side hurt more. "Let go!" she barked, smashing her hind hooves into his muzzle simultaneously.

Lightning let go as they neared the concrete below, going fast enough to break major bones within their bodies. His wings finally jutted out and, just before he flew passed the mare, she grabbed hold of his left wing with her fore-hooves and kicked his wing with her back ones, shattering the fragile bones inside. "Ow!" he cried out in pain, wincing and falling below her. She used this to her opportunity, teleporting to a nearby rooftop as she watching him fall through the midnight sky. There was a loud scream from behind her as she limped weakly away, holding her side in her hoof still as she heard the familiar sound of a body making contact with the concrete.

She looked up at the rising moon, her eyelids heavy. "Damnit," she muttered, flapping her wings unsteadily before collapsing on the roof, her rib taking a toll on her flying ability. "It's eight-thirty almost and she's gonna leave without paying me." She teleported onto various rooftops, leaving Lightning's body in the street for the clean-up ponies in her alliance to take care of. It was nearing her deadline as she dropped down from the rooftops and stuck to the streets, getting closer to Blaze's home.

The black mare was leaving, sliding on a mask to conceal her mane when she spotted Silver limping down the street. On instinct, she galloped towards her, looking her over. "He hurt you," she managed with a horrified gasp.

"Don't you worry about it," the Alicorn responded. "I'll be fine." Her sentence wasn't true as she collapsed on the ground, laying there heaving.

"Do you want me to call the hospital?" Blaze asked in a panicked-tone.

Silver shook her head. "No, just give me my," she coughed, spitting out blood. "Celestia damnit, I wish I could kill him again!" she half-yelled. "Get the bits and I'll just teleport to my home."

Blaze nodded and she disappeared, only to reappear moments later as she dropped the bags in front of Silver. "Thank you," she told her with a smile and a wink. "Just tell me how I can repay you."

"I'll think of a way," she told her as another cough came out of her. She heaved herself up with all the strength she had left, sparking her magic. "Tata, Blaze," she muttered as her and the two bags of bits had vanished.

"Mist, you are by far the most difficult pony I've ever met," she said to herself as she shook her head. "No wonder everypony depends on you." She galloped away from the spot, blending in with the darkness of the night.

~   ~   ~

Silver was now in her room, laying very still as Fyre and Tyde sat at her bedside with the nurse helping the Alicorn. "Silver, did you seriously almost get yourself killed again?" Fyre asked in a serious tone.

"At least I wasn't," Silver replied, rolling her eyes.

"Shut up," the nurse said. "You keep blabbering, you're gonna puncture your lung."

"Oh, shut it Blair," she replied with a grunt.

Blair rolled her eyes. "Don't die tonight," she said in a flat tone as she exited the room.

"Sweet Luna's flank, she is the grumpiest mare I've ever had the displeasure to meet!" Kamos said as he entered the room. "Silver, are you okay?" he asked as he quickly trotted over to her bedside, the twins retreating to their own side.

She weakly waved her hoof. "It's nothing too serious. Just a black eye, slightly torn left ear, and a broken rib," she told him with a quick breath. "It's not that big of a deal."

His expression was pure bewilderment that shifted to horror as he took her hoof in his. "Mist, I'm so sorry, why didn't you-"

"Shut yo bitch ass up," she ordered. "I'll be fine, nothing a few stitches take care of and a day or two for this thing to heal," she told him, pointing to her side.

"Mist, you could have died!" Tyde broke in, looking at her with a concerned expression.

"Look, drama queens," she muttered, rolling her eyes again. "Once my magic is strong enough, I'll cast a healing spell. It'll be fine after a good night's rest. Stop worrying."

The three in the room sighed. "Silver, why do you always say you'll be fine?" Kamos inquired.

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"I mean, since day one, you've always said you'd be okay or get better. I've never heard you once say, 'I don't think I'll be okay', or anything else along those lines," Kamos told her. "In fact, half the time you say you're okay, I tend to not believe you. I just want you safe."

Silver smiled warmly. "That's really nice to hear. Thank you."

He smiled back, trotting away from her bed. "You should get some rest. You still owe me that assignment," he winked and disappeared behind the doorway.

"Silver," Tyde began, staring at her. "Fyre and I have something to ask of you."

Her attention span had increased, staring at the twins. "What would that be?" she asked. I feel so vulnerable just laying here... she thought, her hooves shaking as she placed them calmly on her stomach.

"We miss you," Tyde said, looking down.

"How can you miss me if I'm right here?" Silver asked cautiously.

Fyre looked from his sister to Mist, looking her over. "Silvy, look at yourself. Remember everything we did as young foals and up, every mud-ball fight, every time I would mess up your mane and you'd chase Tyde and I around our backyard?"

"Yes, of course I remember, why would you think I wouldn't? Do you think I'd forget that easily?" she asked, sitting up slowly.

Tyde looked up, her eyes slightly watery. "You were nothing like you are now. You used to be open with us, and now," she looked away. "You're just the way you said you'd never be."

Celestia, help me... "What are you talking about? I'm still Silver Mist, just mature."

"You're not mature," Fyre said. "You've grown apart from us and let your assignments take over your life. You can slaughter anypony you please with no remorse, you can do anything you wanted and Kamos would do nothing to stop you. Want to know why?"

She sat there silent now, just staring at the two ponies she has done everything with. Nodding her head, he continued, not even slowing his words or speech. "He's afraid of you. He knows what you're capable of and it's not even because you're an Alicorn. It's because you're one rank below him. One spot from becoming the leader of this alliance and having so many more jobs and responsibilities on your shoulders to make you even more distant."

"That's not true," she bluntly told him. "I could never kill Kamos; I've known him since I was just a foal. Why would I even want to be the leader?"

"Ask yourself that," Tyde interrupted, looking up at the gray mare with an unreadable expression. "You could kill anypony you want if you tried or were driven to it. You could even kill Fyre and I."

"Are you nuts?" she accused. glaring at the mare. "I would never in a thousand years kill you two. Where did this even come from?" Mist asked, looking at the two ponies.

Fyre shook his head. "See? You've changed. I want my Silver back the way she used to be before her heart was tainted and cursed with all the souls of the ponies she has killed."

Silver looked at them in disbelief. "I haven't changed. I've gotten older!"

"Older, schmolder, you're different. That means you're not our Silver anymore and we all know the old you is never coming back home, so why try?" Fyre stated, trotting away and standing in the doorway. "C'mon Tyde, let's get on with our missions before she takes them for herself."

Tyde trotted away, looking back at the gray Alicorn laying in the bed. She mouthed an apology before Mist began screaming out to them. "No, please! Don't go! I need you! I can't lose you!" she yelled as the door closed. She swung her hind-legs over the bed and heaved herself out, trotting over to the door with a very bad limp. She looked back and saw a stilt on her left hind-leg. Spreading her wings, she noticed a few cuts along them and she let out a gasp, flapping her wings hard but not even lifting and inch up off the ground. Next, she tried her magic. No power surged inside her when she tried, not even a soft glow was present within the shiny tile floor below her. There was a scar around her muzzle, her ear had a bite taken out of it, and she looked like a completely different pony.

The reflection came out at her, baring its sharp fangs. "You like what you see, Silvy?" it growled as Silver plopped down on the cold tile. "I like it."

"W-who are you?" she asked it in a shaky tone.

"I'm you. Aren't you lovely? Kind, caring, helpful little Silver Mist gone rogue," the monster told her as it sat down in front of her, black smoke coming from around its body. "It's a cute story really. Went from a simple mare becoming a assassin and killing everypony close to her. I'd tell you all of it," it started, standing up and trotting towards her, "but I think your inner self would rather try ripping me apart, no?"

She growled back but whimpered when it poked her rib. "G-go away," she told it, laying down and cowering. "J-just go away, p-please."

"That sounds like something one of your unsuspecting victims would say, don't you think?" the twisted figure of her own self asked as it got up and began to pace around her. "Help me, help me, a murderer is gonna' kill me, help me, yada yada, blah blah. You know the words they say by heart, don't you?"

Silver nodded her head slowly as she brought her hooves to hide her face. "Please, just go away!" she yelled as tears streamed down her face.

"I am you, Silver, I cannot go away. I am inside of you. I reside in your soul, your body, your mind. I can't simply pack my bags and leave!" It laughed evilly, smirking with contentment as it stared down at her with amusement gleaming in those wicked eyes. "Seeing you cower like this makes me laugh, really. You're so brave and courageous on the outside, but on the inside? You cave in so quickly and plea for help, it makes me sick! You're weak!" The copy of Silver roared with laughter, doubling over.

"S-shut up," Silver told it, stuttering her words in between sobs. "Sh-shut up a-and go away."

It looked at her as it wiped tears of mirth from its beady, stone-cold eyes. "I cannot go away, didn't I just tell you this?"

Silver rose slowly, her body visibly shaking everywhere as the tears stopped. "I said, shut up and go away!" she yelled at herself, growling fiercely.

"What are you gonna do if I don't?" the copy asked with a devious and mischievous grin.

Silver launched herself at it, slamming it hard on the tile as she repeatedly slammed her hooves into its face, crushing various bones. "Yes! Be angry!" the voice encouraged. "One day, you're going to be just like me and kill everypony you love!"

"Shut up!" she barked. Her blood boiled and her face flushed, turning red with anger as she hit the monstrous copy of herself. "I will never be you!" she told it as she wrapped her hooves around its neck, strangling it. Her hold weakened after a few minutes and she felt light-headed now, dizzy even as she stumbled backwards, landing on the floor next to her beaten-and-bruised copy.

"Great job, Silver," it congratulated her as it turned its head weakly to face her. "You're choking yourself out." With those words, everything went blurry. Silver's head spun as she felt a headache coming on, making it hard for her to breathe. She coughed hard, spitting droplets of blood all over the tile, and then, everything went black and her surroundings ceased to exist.