Author's Note

Finally! We are getting into the meat of things! Next chapter...something shall happen something big! And as always thanks to Blue Breeze for editing

Chapter 12

Kickplot

By

Sparknanator

***

Sceleri sat at his desk as he made a few lines of dash. Argentum Gate frowned. “Come on. You’re back on that stuff?” He asked, not wanting to raise his tone with his friend. “I thought you quit!”

“Yeah, I’m back on it” Sceleri said, lifting his head up. “Most kids now of days want a Spider-Mane party or some kind of superhero party.” He slammed a hoof on his desk. “But no. What kind of pony wants a fucking Kickplot party?!” He screamed.

Argentum shook his head. “Well, don’t worry, he’ll be taken care of soon.” He sat down. “Now, where the hell is Peregrinatione?”

***

Ignis and Hail stood watching a pony who they had cuffed in an old unicorn magic powered vehicle, “Listen buddy,” The pegasi panicked, “I told you and your little friend exactly what you want to know.” He was terrified beyond belief. “Now, how about you hold to your end of the deal and let me go? ...Please.”

“Hmm, I’m not sure.” Hail said, standing next to her father at a control panel. “You’ve seen who we are, and because of that you could blab to your boss.”

“She has a point.” Ignis said, pressing the big red button, watching as a machine began crushing the pony alive. They heard his screams of pain, but ignored them, having been through this shtick before. “Besides, he had nothing going for him.”

***

Nova frowned when he walked into the comic shop. “The hell is all of this?” He said, looking at all the Kickplot propaganda. They even had a mannequin in a really cheap version of his suit. Over it hung a sign that read ‘Kickplot the comic: Coming soon.’

“Didn’t ya’ hear, lad?” The pony behind the counter asked. “Kickplot is big right now, so they are trying to squeeze out every bit they can from him.” He began pouring a cup of coffee in a mug that read ‘Kickplot’ on it. “Here ya’ go, on the house for my favorite customer.” Nova smiled and accepted it before walking to his normal table

If he wasn’t so afraid of keeping his identity secret, he’d have half a mind to sue the ass off whoever did this. Should’ve gotten himself trademarked when he had the chance.

***

Sceleri sat in a carriage. While most of them now of days were powered by magic, he still liked his to be pulled by other ponies. It allowed him to keep that feeling that he had power. When he looked out the window he saw something that filled him with rage. He saw Kickplot walking around in the middle of the day, giving passing ponies high hooves.

He banged on the window to get the pony pulling the carriages’ attention. “Follow him!” He shouted. The puller did exactly as he was told and followed Kickplot into an alley. Sceleri quickly got out “Hey Kickplot!” The pony waved at him Sceleri quickly bucked him in the face. “Kill my ponies will you?!” He began punching him. “Try to put me out of business?!” He punched the pony again.

“Well, guess what?” He pulled out his gun, only to be stopped by his bodyguard. When he looked he noticed a witness. “No witnesses!” He made quick work of shooting the pony. “Now for you to die!” He shot Kickplot in the head.

***

Nova sighed. He was back in his suit, even after he said he was going to retire it. He knew he had to check and see how many letters ponies had sent to Kickplot. He went to the old abandoned house that was known as Kickplot’s mailing address.

He saw a good pile of letters on the floor and began to sift through them. It was things like this that reminded him how worth it this could be.

***

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Sceleri said in an annoyed tone as he read the paper. “It was an impersonator!” Argentum sighed. He knew something like this would happen. “I swear, when I find Kickplot I am going to rip his head off my damn self!” He wanted Kickplot dead with every fiber in his body.

Unfortunately for him his son Adiuvantes had been eavesdropping. The door opened, causing him to fall in. “What the hell are you doing?” Sceleri asked, giving his son a glare. He was ready to send his son off to spend time with his uncle, and nopony liked his uncle. In fact, ponies feared him for good reasons.

“Dad, just listen to me,” Adiuvantes said, gulping, “I-I think I can help you catch Kickplot.” He received looks from both Sceleri and Argentum. “I just need some things.” He levitated a list of things onto his dad’s desk so both his dad and Argentum could read it.

“Adi, what the hell is all of this?”

“It’s what I need to catch Kickplot for you.” Adiuvantes said, hoping for the best and hoping his dad would do it. “You’ll just have to sell somepony out. Maybe Hyacintho.”

Argentum looked at Adiuvantes. “Woah, we can’t do that to Hyacintho”

“He’s a good pony.” Sceleri agreed

“Well, what about Flavo?” Adiuvantes suggested. He got a yes from both of them. Even they thought it would be a good idea. With that, he left the room, a smirk on his face.

“Comics, that’s all this kid reads.” Sceleri groaned. “But I suppose if he can catch Kickplot, it will be worth it in the end.”

“Agreed, sir.”

***

A few days had passed and Nova had avoided checking the mail for Kickplot for many reasons. He’d avoided going to the comic shop, but instead of lazing around on the couch, Evening and Shadow threw him out, quite literally. They forced him to go out and do something.

“What’s going on?” Nova asked, sitting next to Spring.

The news was on, talking about some mobster pony that had been caught. “Oh, some new super pony caught this insane drug dealer.” Nova cocked an eyebrow and turned his head to the TV.

“So it seems that even in today's world we still have modern heroes.” The news mare said while standing next to a pony in a pure red suit with a cape and mask on. “I am now talking to the pony who refers to himself as Red Mist. He was the one who caught Flavo, the criminal drug dealer that had been harboring Manehattan’s second largest drug deposit. Is there anything you’d like to say?” She asked.

“Well, the life of a superhero isn’t an easy one, but in the end it's all well and worth it.” He made sure to smile for the camera. “And I’m not going to lie, I was heavily inspired by Kickplot. He is the whole reason I got into crime fighting.”

Nova was shocked and bewildered. He had inspired somepony to dress up in costume and go around fighting crime. “Red Mist is hot.” Spring said looking, at the TV. “I mean, look at him. He’s much sexier than Kickplot.” She looked over at Nova. “What do you think? Is he your type?”

“Yes Nova, tell us is he your type?” Golden snickered with Lime.

“N-no, he isn’t.” Nova knew that his friends would never let him hear the end of it no matter what. But now he had to get to the bottom of who this new guy was. It seemed more and more heroes were appearing, with no signs of stopping.