Among us are liars, cheats, and ponies
[e]Prologue: The other side.
Prologue: The other side.
'I never chose this life. I didn't do this for fun. I wasn't ever this bad in the beginning. Back then, I helped those in need. I commit wrong for them. I killed for them. I never chosen this life.'
'Now I don't want to turn back. I have gone too far, and have too much to lose. Yet now, I loss too much. People call me a monster. I'm not a monster, I'm just like them. Now I am a monster, disguised as everything else. They will regret for calling me a monster, for now I am one.'
"Uhh... Boss? You alright there?"
The man looks up from his desk. His green eyes bore into one of his peon's face, frowning at the disruption from being taken out of his train of thought, and he wanted a real good explanation. The peon knew this, and he visible swallowed his regret of pissing off the one person you shouldn't.
"S-Sorry Boss. But this is important.. really is. They figured out where the guy who broke the omerta is. We finally found the rat."
The man squinted his eyes at the peon, knowing full well what he was talking about. Lelant. Pain in the ass. More potential than a fricking cell phone with an antenntae, and knew the rules all too well. He stood up from his desk, opened up he's cigar box and pulled out his pistol. He didn't want to let the chance go. He wanted to take care of this himself, for this is his way of life Lelant threatened, and he wasn't going to let any of that go.
"Get the Exterminators. We don't want this rat to infest the city," he said, walking past the peon, his frown now gone, "and I don't like it when I find rat shits all over the city."
The roads were littered with trash and has cracks ruin the look of the streets they past. People sitting or walking along the sidewalks recongized the cars, but the color and plates where always different, always new. They some hid, afraid of the danger they bring to the neighborhood. Others watched, but always never talked, less they become like the others at the dump.
No one in the cars talked to each other, paranoid of the bugs, each other, and Him. Even when they arived the to the safehouse, they never spoke, or they might screw it for themselves and everyone else.
'To think, he still comes here. Old memories, and good ones too...' he sighed, 'That bastard thinks he can just use me and betray me. I took him in.. and now I'm going to put HIM DOWN' his mind filled with anger, but he only showed little of it. Anything he showed was a weakness towards the Fuzz, and anyone else.
The safehouse used to be an old orphanage, where he lived in, fought in, cried in, hide in, and now, killed in.
He kicked the door in, knowing by now, Lelant figured he was here, or at least, was coming. No matter now, for Lelant yelled through the whole place, ringing throught the creaky and run-down place. " I KNOW YOUR HERE! I'M NOT GOING TO GO DOWN LIGHTLY! COME AND GET ME YOU ASSHOLES!"
'Its a wonder why he didn't get found out yet, or why he didn't run. Must think this is a game, or he just as stupid as they told me.' he thought, his peons going on ahead of him, starting to run through the place.
"LEEEELAAAANT! YOU BROKE THE OMERTA! YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT! GET OUT HERE AND LET US FINISH THIS!" he yelled throught the place, not caring if Lelant actually does or not, it will end all the same.
Lelant yelled out again, but quieter this time, and didn't sound as angry, but still was enough to know he was. " RICHARD... I KNEW YOU WANTED THIS ALL ALONG... I SWORE I'D KILL YOU! AND I KEEPING IT!"
*RATATATATATA* AAAAAHHHHHhhhh....
The sound repeated itself multiple times, hearing the bodies hit the floor and the pinging of bullets off metal and chipping of wood. The kitchen! The idiot, probably hit the gas line, thankfully the place was shut off after it was closed down.
Richard, he didn't use his name often, but Lelant truely knew it. Richard Earl. He hates it. He hates Lelant for using it. He ran towards the sound of dying men and bullets. He could smell the dank smell of rotting eggs and gunpowder. He didn't trust his men to get the job done, afterall, Lelant is better than them.
He turned the corner, holding up his pistol, right up towards Lelant, who looked at him with distain. Lelant was bleeding, his body armor wasn't enough.. his neck was grazed with an assortment of holes on his jacket. He held his neck, more worried about bleeding too much before he might kill Richard. At least, that is what Richard thinks.
"Lelant... You knew this would happen.. Yet you did it anyway. FUCK YOU!" he yelled at him, Shooting him in the knee, making Lelant cry out in agony, "I TRUSTED YOU! THE FUCKING HELL! I COULD OF ENDED YOU LONG AGO! YET I LET YOU LIVE! I HOPE YOU BURN, CAUSE YOU Ain't NO saint!"
Lelant, on the other hand, started to laugh at him, only making him more agravated by the minute. "Yo.. you failed... to realize... I'm... Not the one.... who is... going to... burn..." he sputtered, just as Richard wonder what he was saying, even though he was going to shoot him, it just so occurred to him...
*hisssssssssssssssssssssssssssss*
He turned, the pipe, he didn't give any attention to it, and now the gas was in the room. He didn't need an invitation to run, instead... he just spoke, and probably his final words.
"OH SON OF A BI-"
*poof.... KABLEWY!*
[SOME UNIVERSE ELSEWHERE]
Darn ponies.... always ruining my delightful chaos. And to think it was such great fun. I mean... Who wants to be in harmony all the time.
Hmmm... Thats new... I don't see any nearby chaos going on... Yet I can feel another chaotic thing reaching out. OOOOOOOOO... it must be my birthday! I can't wait to see what chaotic event is happening elsewhere!
And with that, the statue of the draconequus disappeared, yet it came right back after a blink of an eye. No one knew what happened, not even the two new ponies that never existed... intill now.
[Back To the Previous Universe]
Fire, heating up, burning the old tinderbox of a run-down orphanage, yet inside was the worse of it. The kitchen wasn't in the best of shapes and the floor collapsed on both Lelant and Richard. The oven was gone, blown to bits of shrapnel, embedding in the various area of the kitchen. on the main floor, the fire was starting to pick up, the dry wood and boards helping spread the flames in alarming speeds.
Richard, who was was burned the most from the blast, laid on the floor. Death loomed near, whispering in both his ear and Lelant's. Yet when he woke from his stupor of unconciousiness, coughing and sputtering from all the smoke that filled his lungs. Now, he realize the predicament he was in, and rolled over on his side caring not for his surrounding, only that he stopped his pain. He moaned and cried out in pain, trying to open his eyes. He couldn't see, the bright explosion burnt his eyesight, destroying his most dependent sense, and crippling him.
He cried out for his god, only to be answered by a slightly foreign voice. "OOOH, HEELLOO there, you must be the wonderous creature causing this chaos. I really must thank you for letting me see this, such masterful work, you just must tell me how you made it this way!~"
Richard didn't know, nor didn't care what the voice was talking about. If this is what god sounded like, then christanity was screwed. "Ple....ase.... Help.... meeh.." he wheezed out, the pain of speaking hurts just like every other movement he made.
"And why would I do that? Hmm? You didn't even answer me, sounds like you are demanding me to do so. And I do like watching the transpiring-"
Richard didn't care anymore, he knew quite well that this was going no where. "Ple... ase... ju *wheeze*..st Help.. meeeeh... *cough, cough* " he repeated himself, the smoke increasing, and the sound of sirens in the distance was coming. He knew they wouldn't save him in time.
"Fine.. Jeez... Just to let you know though, I'm not letting you run scot-free when I do. Once I help you, You'll owe me a grand display of chaos, now.. oh... and I might as well take the other one too then... He'll be your partner. OH this will be sooo MUCH FUN!"~ The draconequus squeled, snapping his fingers and like that, they were gone.
The only thing Richard was able to think before falling back into oblivious unconciousiness was simple, yet spoke all true.
What?