The Darkest of Souls

The Darkest of Souls

(Just as a warning, this is a bad start. I had a hard time starting this series and it shows. If you be patient with the series I promise that it will get better. I have confidence that it will :twilightsmile: )

1: Surprise delivery

BOOM!!! A man tied up fell to the floor dead, a shot gun blast through his chest. Two guys, tied up like the first one, sat on the floor on their knees, looking at the first with fear and panic. They look back up at the shooter. "Please Keen, I swear we didn't tell them! We were getting shot at too when they hit us!" the second guy tried to explain. The shooter looked down at his captives emotionlessly as he reloaded his sawed-off shotgun and pulled back the first hammer.

"Now, I am gonna ask you again, cuss I don't like to be lied to. Tell me what happened, if I like what I hear, I'll let you go. If not, you can join your friend in hell," explained the shooter as he stared them down with hate and cruelty in his expression. The two tried to swallow their fear as they tried to think clearly.

"Look boss, They came out of no where and just started shooting at us! We tried to fight them off but their were too many of them. We were out numbered three to one and out gunned. We ran back so we could tell you," explained the third guy. the shooter (Keen) looked at them unimpressed.

"I see? Tell me, how many people does it take to deliver a message?" Keen asked calmly. The two looked at each other confused as they looked back up at him.

"Ummm, one?" the third guy asked hesitantly. Keen smiled down at him and nodded his head.

"Very good, I am glad you know," said Keen as he nodded his head. With out taking his eyes off of the third guy, he aimed his gun at the second guy and shot him in the chest. The shot tore right through his chest, splattering the wall behind him with blood, bone fragments, and pieces of his organs. The man fell backwards onto the wall as his eyes faded away of life and he stared up at the ceiling with cold, dead eyes. The third guy looked back at him, tears running down his face knowing he would be next soon.

"What the hell was that for?!" yelled the third guy in anger, turning towards Keen. He pulled back the other hammer of his gun and put it right onto the last man's testicles.

"Now I am gonna ask you one last question. Whether you live or die is up to you. If you do not answer they way I expect you to or take too long to answer, I will assume you are lying and I will shoot off the last thing that identifies you as a man. Now, are you ready?" Keen asked with murderous intention. The man could only nod in terror, fearing for his very life. "Good. Now tell me, who do you work for?" Keen asked plainly. The man looked at him confused but tried a not to take too long to answer the mad man.

"I work for you, boss. I have for-" the last guy tried to explain. A loud gun shot was heard and the man's eyes opened wide of fear and pain. Tears started to run down his face as he looked down. A small amount of smoke left the barrel of the shot gun as he saw the hole in his crouch and blood poured out of the spot where his man hood use to be, then he felt the pain. Keen got up and wiped off alittle blood that got on his gun. He turned his gaze of hatred back to him through his midnight black goggles.

"Wrong answer. I knew you have been working for the Brotherhood of steel for some time now. I know you infiltrated my town to try to learn from it and sell away our secrets. Well I made sure you didn't learn much. Now you can join your traitor friends in hell. Tell satin I said hi," Keen explained while reloading his gun. The man fell to the floor, bleeding out right in front of Keen, who only smiled in return. He kneeled down to the bleeding man and grabbed a hand full of his hair to make him look into his eyes. "I am sick and tired of your shit, you know that! I will make sure that the Brotherhood of Steel will pay for this. I will see to it that they all die. I will kill them one by one, you understand me?!" Keen yelled at the man. The man's vision started to black out as his body felt cold and the pain started to fade away. Keen slammed his face onto the floor. "I will see to it that this will not happen again." Keen stated as he got up to kick the dying man before him. His office doors burst open and made Keen pull out his gun just to see that it was his body guard holding some one in cuffs.

"Sir, it is me. I have the true traitor right here!" exclaimed the guard. He looked down and saw that he was too late. The three men were already dead. He looked back up to Keen he holstered his gun. "Boss, I said I was gonna find the person who did this." he said shocked. Keen simply shrugged his shoulders and turned to the window.

"Oh well, they sucked anyway. I have no use of someone who fails me. I can easily replace them. They had no use anymore as is, so there for, no longer needed to exist." explained Keen as he turned his focus to the new captive. "So he is the one who lost our caravan?" he asked, pulling out his sawed-off shotgun. The guard nodded his head and turned to him.

"Yes, he was caught meeting up with the Brotherhood of Steel. We caught him and brought him here as soon as we saw it happen." the guard explained. Keen grabbed the captive and slammed him into the wall, over the dead bodies.

"Who do you work for?!" Keen yelled, shoving his gun at his gut, pulling back the first hammer. The captive smiled and spit at his face.

"Fuck you man! As if I would tell you shit!" He yelled back. Keen smiled and shot him. Blood splattered the already red wall and the new captive leaned against Keen holding a face of shock and disbelief.

"You think I am gonna play 20 questions with you? A piece of shit like you isn't worth my time," Keen said coldly as he kicked him up against the wall and socked him in the face. He watched as the man slumped down to the floor and slowly closed his eyes. Keen watched with a stern, emotionless look on his face as his victim laid dead on the floor with a puddle of blood under him. He looked up at the guard and then back down to the bodies. "Kalvin, clean this shit up. I think feeding time for the dogs is coming up," Keen ordered while he went to his chair in the back of the room and pulled out a bottle of scotch and a glass.

"Yes sir," the guard replied and started to leave the room. Keen swirled the bottle around to see it was almost gone.

"And get me another bottle of scotch NOW!! This one is almost gone!" Keen added with a demanding shout. The guard quickened his pace and ran out the door. Keen swirled around in his chair to face a portrait of his father and mumbled to himself. Later that night, he filled out some orders and attack plans with his second personal body guard, Issac. Keen was about 6ft 2in with sky blue hair. He was fairly tanned, not too much, but not too little ether. He always wore goggles, even to bed and was very well toned and built with a few scares placed in some places amongst his arms, legs, back, body, and two on his face. He controls a metro station that his family cleared out by long ago and eventual built a small city out of it and was called Dweller Citadel in hopes of becoming a nation. Keen lead the town with an iron fist and controlled it using the only element he knew, fear. Everyone was far to scared to mess with him let alone disobey him. Their was a knock on Keen's office door. With an annoyed sigh he turned to the door, readying his trusted sawed-off shotgun. "Come in," Keen ordered cautiously. A guard walked in with a case of booze, four bottles of vodka by the looks of it.

"Sir, you asked for a case of booze of any kind. So here you go sir," said the guard respectfully. With a smile, Keen put down the loaded gun and jestered him to place the box on his desk.

"Thank you Issac, now piss off! I got some drinking to do," Keen ordered rudely. The guard flinched at his cruel words but did as he was told.

"Yes sir, anything else before I go back to my post?" Issac asked politely. Keen looked back at him with a glare.

"No, go back to your post." Keen fired back before pulling out one of the bottles. Issac quickly bowed and fled the room, leaving Keen by himself. Once the door shut, Keen sat back down in his chair and opened up the bottle. "It may not be scotch or whisky, but hell, this will do the job just fine," Keen said to himself with some joy. As the hours flew by, he was on his third bottle by the time he was lost. Everything blurred around him and the walls where shimmering and moving all on their own accord. Keen looked up at the ceiling with the bottle in his hand. "I am. . . the fucking king. . . of this place. Fuck the. . . . what are they again? Steel brokies or some. . . . ship light. . . . uhhh," Keen slurred. He was so drunk he sat perfectly still and the world was spinning all around him. He felt like he was falling, but he liked this feeling. It was some how calming. He looked up to the ceiling smiling. "I don't even. . . know man." He continued to talk to himself. Keen accidentally looked into the ceiling light and got blinded by it. While everything was bright he heard something.

"Keen," the voice called out in a faint whisper, almost unheard. It was almost angelic, like a being from the old folk tales of angles. Keen looked around panicked, he couldn't see anything. "Keen," the mysteries voice called out again, this time louder. Keen looked around again and noticed he wasn't in his office anymore. In every direction he looked it was nothing but bright light. "Keen," the voice called out once more, this time sounding as if it was right behind him. Keen turned around to find an even brighter light, a figure hiding in front of it making the figure appear to glow but was unable to be properly seen. All he could make out from the figure was it appeared to be riding on a white horse, wearing what appears to be a helmet with a horn jutting out the top of it.

"Who the hell are you?! Where the fuck am I?" Keen asked demandingly in an aggressive tone. The figure appeared to have shuddered by his sudden tone, but only for a brief moment.

"It is time for your test Keen. Your time has come. I hope you are ready," said the voice. Keen looked down and reached for his gun in his holster but it wasn't there. When he looked back to the mysteries figure, he only found a highly blinding light. When he could see again he was lying on the floor, an empty bottle of vodka on his chest, with two more above his head. He saw the light on the ceiling and quickly looked away.

"What? What the hell just happened?" Keen asked himself, slowly getting up, stumbling as he did. Keen looked at the empty booze bottles and he frowned. "What the hell happened to my vodka?" he asked with some rage. He took a step towards the last bottle and stumbled down to his desk and almost fell back onto the floor. "Oh, thats what happened." Keen answered himself. He thought about what he saw and shook his head. "That was a strange dream, wow. No more vodka after tonight. I'm gonna stick to my scotch, whisky, and wine thank you." Keen said with a slight hint of humor. As he twistwed the cap off and went for a sip he heard a knock on the door.

Keen froze and looked at the clock, it said 2:57 am. With an annoyed grunt he put the bottle down and raised his trusted sawed-off shotgun to the door. "What the hell is it?!" Keen yelled over with anger. After a moment of silence Keen pulled the hammer back and his rage turned into caution. "I said come in," Keen repeated, this time with a bit more patience. After a few more moments of silence he knew what this meant, assassination. Keen grabbed his other sawed-off shotgun and pulled the first hammer on that one. He slowly walked over to the door, looking at it as if it was about to explode at any second. After a minute or so he finally reached the door and grabbed the handle, placing one of the guns in his mouth for a brief second. Once the door opened alittle, he quickly got both guns ready and pushed the door open, launching his guns forward and then to the left and right of him. After a second he realized that no one was in sight, and it was dead quiet. This made Keen chuckle to himself.

"Wow, now I am hearing things," Keen said to himself, feeling stupid. He holstered his guns and felt his foot brush up on something. As he looked down he found a cardboard box, right in front of his foot. "The hell?" Keen whispered in confusion. He kneeled down to it to try to get a closer look at it. There was a note that read:

"Dear Keen Eye

I wish to inform you that your family made an arrangement with me many years ago. They have placed this test upon you now. At the end of this test, everything will be explained to you. All you need to know is that by the end of the test you shall be granted one wish that you may use for anything you so heart desires. You will know when the test is over. So until then, I wish you the  of luck, and take good care of them.

Your Watchful Protector

Princess Celestia"

Keen looked at the note and reread it over a few times since he couldn't believe what it said, that and he was very drunk. After a chuckle he crumbled up the note and tossed it into his office. Looking at the box he felt his curiousity raise within himself. "Well, let's find out what this is all about," Keen said to himself. He opened the box and looked inside. Inside, he saw 6 puppies, all of different colors with a blanket underneath them. "How cute. Well, my last dog hunting team did die, so I guess I need to train some more. Hopefully they will last longer than the last ones," Keen said to himself. As he looked closer he checked out there color scheme. "Let's see what we have. An orange pup, a white pup, a yellowish pup, a purple pup, a pink pup, a blue. . . . . . wait a second!" Keen said confused. He took a closer look and saw that they were not pups, thou roughly the same size. They looked like very small ponies, two of them seemed to have small little horns and another two had wings. "What the hell is going on here?!" Keen yelled out in a panic. He looked around quickly to make sure no one could see him. After confirming that he was alone, he grabbed the box and brought it inside. He placed the box on his desk as he thought everything through in his head.

"What the hell is all of this? Why is this happening? What the hell do I do? What the hell are they?" Keen questioned but receiving no answers. He just looked at the box as if it was just gonna disappear and never to be seen again at any second, but it didn't. Keen looked back into the box and at the creatures that rested in it. They looked so peaceful in their slumber, it pissed Keen off a bit. "Hmph, maybe I should just shoot them right here and now. End the confusion in one big bang. Although I think I can profit from these guys, but to raise them to become work horses would cost me more than they would be worth. Although the ones with wings would become very handy, but what of the ones with horns?" Keen continued to stand there and question on what he should do. The yellow winged pony among the group woke up and looked at him right into his goggles. It's stare seemed as if it was staring right into his soul. This made him angry. Anything cute made him angry.

"What the hell do you think you are looking at?" Keen asked with a threatening tone and a cruel glare. The little pony hide away under the blanket.  Keen smirked down at it. "That's what I thought," he added. He went back and looked for that note he just threw in here. After a few minutes of searching, he ended up finding it, uncrumbling it, and rereading it just in case he missed something. On the back on the it had a picture of each of them with their basic information next to them. All females with some strange names. "Twilight Sparkle? Rainbow Dash? PinkiePie? What the hell kind of names are those?" Keen questioned himself. I think this weird test thing is to take care of them. Suddenly, a thought came to mind as he pulled out his sawed-off shotgun.

"I have an idea, let's leave it to fate," Keen said with a murderous smile and aimed his gun at the box, pulling back both hammers. "If you little ones some how live through this, then fate is on your side and I will take care of you. If you die *which I know you will* I will just bury you, or burn you, not sure. But I am just gonna warn you that everyone who went through this test, has not been in fate's favor, so start praying to what ever god you believe in," explained Keen as he got ready to pul the trigger. 'Shame, they might have been useful, but too much of a chance. If they were to fail, it would cost him greatly in the long and short run. The yellow winged pony named Fluttershy poked her head out and looked over toward Keen and his gun. Keen looked into the eyes of the young filly and smiled. "Good luck," he whispered with a menacing smile as he pulled the trigger.

Both of the hammers came flying off and the barrel fell right off as if it was all hanging together by a thread. This same gun that has killed countless amounts of people and always kept in check with repairs, now suddenly fell before him in pieces. The sound of metal clanging on the floor must have finally been enough to wake up the rest of the fillies because they all poked their heads out, looking over to see what the noise was. Keen fell to his knees as he picked up the pieces. "My. . . m-my gun. I have thrown this so many times. I have shot this firearm countless times through out the years. This same one that has saved my life almost everyday since I got it seven years ago, has fell apart attempting the test of fate?" Keen questioned, staring at his gun that is now in pieces on the floor. Keen looked up at them with a cruel expression on his face. He slowly got up and approached the box with clenched fists. Once he got to it, the other ponies ducked down into the box in fear. Keen walked up to it about to kick it as hard as he could but his face stopped a few inches away. The one time in his life that his most trusted gun breaks down while doing the test of fate, maybe they passed? He looked back at the little ponies that were shaking in fear below Keen's sharp gaze.

"Fine, it looks like you passed the test. You can sleep in my room for tonight. I will figure out everything tomorrow. Maybe I will wake up from this crazy dream and move back to my normal life," Keen explained, mostly to himself. The purple filly named Twilight poked her head out of the blanket and looked up. Her adorableness could make any man's heart explode, maybe even twice. But it only made Keen more pissed. "You can try that all you like, but it doesn't work on a man who doesn't have a heart." he explained with a cruel grin on his face and she ducked back into the box. He grabbed the box and brought it to his room. He snuck out of his office and into his own room. Once there, he locked it up and went straight through his hallway and into his room. Once in his room, he placed the box on the floor and tipped it to the side and making the young ponies roll out of the box. The group of young ponies looked around at their new environment around them. They saw posters and guns hanging on the wall. They all looked up to Keen who shut the door behind him.

"Alright, tonight and only tonight will you be aloud to sleep in this room with me. After tonight I will make you sleep with the dogs or something. Don't try anything funny or I'll strangle you, got it?" Keen explained harshly. They all stared up at him with a hint of fear in their eyes, but nodded. Keen smiled in amusement in return. "Hmm, you can understand me? Then this might be easier than I thought. Anyway, go to sleep." Keen said impressed and turned off the lights, it become almost pitch black in the room, only the most faintest of light coming in through a crack at the bottom of the door from the hallway. Keen laid in his bed, one sheet under since living under ground gets alittle chilly now and then. As he was falling asleep he felt one of them crawl on top of him, laying down on his chest and curled up in a ball. Keen swatted the pony off of him and she landed on the floor, scurried to shelter of the box she came it, that one had wings but Keen couldn't see which one.

"I said no funny business!" Keen yelled out at them. They all rushed for the box and hide in it, looking up at him from behind the box. Keen went back to bed and sighed with annoyance while staring up at the ceiling. "Father, what would you have me do?" Keen whispered to himself as he slowly drifted to sleep, and for the first time in many years, he dreamt of his father.