A Fugitive In Equestria

Wayne raised his gun, and he pulled the trigger.

The horse closest to him lost a leg.

Wayne swung his gun to the next target, and fired.

This horse's chest instantly exploded in a gory mess all over the ground.

Wayne locked his eyes on his next target, but they no longer seemed to want to rush him. Instead, they were backpedaling, trying to put distance between themselves and this creature who had just struck down two of their comrades without even touching them.

One of them threw its spear at him while backing away, in a vain attempt to kill him.

Wayne easily dodged the spear, leveled his Magnum at the little horse, and turned its head into nothing but pulp. The rest of the military-like horses were already gone. He turned to face the two larger horses he had first seen, Magnum ready to fire. "Can ya speak?" he asked them. The small one seemed to flinch at his words. The large one, however, seemed to be very angry at him for some reason. He looked to the mess he had made of the guard-horses. "Were those yer soldiers?" he asked through his teeth. "If ya can understand me, ya'd better fuckin' answer me!" he yelled at them.

The small purple one looked up to the larger white one and made some type of noise. It was a line of syllables that could have made words if they weren't nonsense.

"Speak! Fuckin'! English!" Wayne roared.

The larger one's horn started to glow a light yellow color.

Wayne aimed, and pulled the trigger. There was a loud bang, then there was silence.

The smaller, purple one was the first to notice. It screamed loudly, as it saw that the larger one's horn was no longer on it's head, but instead laying in the grass at its hooves.

The larger one didn't even seem to acknowledge that it had been hurt. It just stared at the now useless piece of itself resting at its hooves. After what seemed like a very long time, it started to make a noise. It started off as a low whine, but quickly grew to a loud screech as it realized what had happened to it.

Wayne knew that the noise the horse was making would likely draw unwanted attention, so he leveled his Magnum at its head, ready to silence it. Before he could pull the trigger, there was a slight force at his waist, knocking his aim off by just a hair. He looked down to see the smaller, purple horse trying and failing to stop him with its hooves, slamming them into him over and over again. He didn't know what it was doing, but it looked up at him suddenly with tear-filled eyes. It screamed at him in the same nonsense language as before. He didn't know why, but he- just for a second- felt bad for shooting the other horses. He lowered the gun, still staring straight into the eyes of that little purple horse.

There was a crackling-zapping noise from behind him. Just for a second. But it sounded again, louder.

Wayne turned around to see a translift bubble forming just ten feet away from where he was standing. He thought of all the possibilities of who it could be, and they were all bad.

There was a low whir, then the bubble disappeared, leaving in its place eight blood-soaked government mercs. The same mercs that had been trying to kill him in New York.

One of them- the red shirt- stepped forward. "You are t-" but he got no further.

Wayne had raised his Magnum, aimed, and pulled the trigger, all in one fluid motion, effectively killing the merc. "I thought I told y'all to fuck yerselves," Wayne growled.

The remaining seven mercs raised their guns, but Wayne was already sprinting away at top speed. Bullets whizzed and snapped past his head, but he ducked and dodged out of their paths. He jumped behind a statue of a horse holding a flag victoriously. The bullets chipped and shattered the stone, making short work of his cover. But all he need was five seconds to reload, and he was ready to fight again. He dove out of cover, putting a bullet in one of the merc's chest.

He stumbled for a second, but he corrected himself, and began shooting at Wayne again almost immediately.

Wayne swore to himself, shooting again while running for better cover. The bullet went wide, barely grazing one of their arms. The second shot however, found its mark and shot straight though the injured merc's head, removing a sizable chunk. Wayne ran behind a bush, breaking their line of sight of him, then ran towards them on the other side of the foliage.

By now, they had stopped shooting, and were looking for him. "Resistance is futile, criminal! Surrender now and your death will be swift!" one of them yelled.

Wayne almost smiled at how ridiculous he sounded. He pushed through the bush slowly, bringing his gun level with two of their heads. He pulled back the hammer, and fired. The first merc dropped to the ground dead, and the second quickly did the same.

Almost instantly the remaining four opened fire where he had been not even a second before.

Wayne ran down a ways, then popped out of the bush, aiming his gun at the mercs. He fired, killing another one of them. He turned to run, but they reacted faster than he thought was Humanly possible. A bullet went straight through his leg, tearing the flesh and shattering the bone.

"Fuck!" he swore loudly. He was barely able to hobble behind a large statue of three military horses standing at attention before he was torn apart by the hail of bullets from the three remaining mercs. He pulled another clip out of his trench coat, reloading his .44 Magnum. If he was going to die here, he would die shooting.

But he didn't die shooting. Instead, a booming voice interrupted the firefight. Wayne had no idea of what it was saying, but it was loud enough to stop the mercs, and to buy him some time to get away. But as he tried to pull himself away from the statue, he was enveloped by a deep blue aura and lifted into the air. Wayne had no idea as to what was happening, but as he was lifted up, he saw that the mercs were also being lifted by the same mysterious force.

The voice boomed out again, shaking Wayne to his very core.

He looked up at the source of the voice. It was a midnight blue horse, like the white one, only slightly smaller. Wayne had no idea what it was saying to him, if it was was even talking to him.

The horse lit up its horn even brighter, then a wave of deep blue light shot from it, flying in every direction.

Wayne was hit by the light hard, like it was a wave crashing over him. After the light had passed, he felt like he hadn't slept in a hundred years. He fought to stay awake, he really did. But it was too much for him. He closed his eyes, and unconsciousness took hold of him.