Serena’s POV

As soon as I poked my head out around the corner from the little griffoness’ room and saw the de-pinned grenade on the floor and wasn’t blinded by a beautiful gore shower, I knew something was wrong.

Dead wrong. The pony I was getting to know, Dead Wrong. I mean, he wasn’t dead or anything, but he could probably be dead in a second. So, I did the first thing that came to mind.

I screamed like a little bitch. “AAAAAAAH!”

Loan Shark and his son peered over the bar counter after a few seconds and saw the grenade laying on the floor uselessly. “What the fuck is this? Some sort of joke?!” He turned his attention to the balcony above him and the rest of the bar. “Money Shot! Get your sorry ass down here you good-for-nothing little shit!”

No response came, and the fat pegasus was getting red in the face with anger.

“MONEY SHOT!” He yelled again, even louder. He turned to his middle son who had cowardly hidden behind the counter with him. “Go get your brother and bring him down here. I’m about to beat the ever living shit out of him for pulling this little ‘practical joke’.” He spat, spraying his son with a ugly slosh of spit.

“Y-yes s-sir. Right a-away, sir” His son stuttered and started for the stairs.

Oh shit... I thought to myself as Tap Out was nearing the stairway. Little lucky pony is up there and if he gets caught... Time for a five second plan. I sighed and reminded myself to slug that little pony if we survive this.

Loan Shark sent his son off and mumbled something I couldn’t quite hear and head for a door labeled “LS’s Office: No Entry.”

I fluffed up my chest feathers and sashayed out into the open bar, swishing my tail as I did so. I propped my talons up on a table and gave a sharp whistle to grab Tap Out’s attention just before he reached the door to the back room.

He turned his head and I had to pull the most sexy ‘come on over, sugar’ expression I’ve ever done. Also, I barely kept myself from vomiting, because dear gawd, I had seen bad teeth, and then there was HIS bad teeth. “Mmm… I see that you have your father’s good looks, handsome.”

The stallion - couldn’t be a month older than eighteen looked around and pointed a hoof at himself. “Are y-ya talkin to m-me, miss?” He stuttered... Jeeze, that stutter is horrifying.

“I don’t see anyone else around.” I said wistfully, and winked at him. The phrase, you incestual waste of flesh, of course, was left out of that.

Then he started slowly trotting over to me, bearing his yellow and rotten teeth all along the way. Dis-fucking-gusting. He took a seat across from me, still smiling. If anything, it wouldn’t have made me happier to do some improvised dentistry on that boy with a lead pipe. Not a bad idea…

“So, what’s a handsome fella like you doing around these parts?” In the corner of my eye, I saw Rebel, or whatever he called himself, peak around the corner of the backroom door. I motioned to Loan Shark’s office with my eyes and he seemed to understand.

“I-I’m the bart-tender here,” the rotten little punk of a stallion stuttered. I ran my pink tongue over my beak and leered at him, trying to get it through his skull that I was interested in him.

“I wonder what else you can tend for me~”

If I was trying to look naturally sexy like I always am, I would’ve probably laughed at his pitiful display of a bashful blush. All in all, it still made me want to throw him in an over-irradiated lake and see if he came back up the same, ugly as before... I just hope I can keep this up long enough for Rebel to do whateverthefuck he’s doing.

Rebel’s POV

Quick and clean, I thought to myself as I casually strode through the empty bar with the last of Loan Shark’s sons distracted. I guess Serena’s more useful that she looks. Then I reached Loan Shark’s office door and gently pressed my ear to it. I figured I might listen in on what he’s doing, quietly step in, then slam his head into a few walls and beat the booze out of him.

But then Lady Luck had to go up say, “Nuh uh, boy. You dealin’ with yo problems head on!”

Before I knew what happened, I was smacked in the face by a wooden door with enough force to possibly break my nose. Ow.

Luck’s a capital B-I-T-C-H by the way.

I landed on my ass and ended up staring up at the paling face of Loan Shark while I held my nose with a thin line of blood streaking down it. He looks like he just seen a ghost.

“What the fuck?” I said in a typical ‘am I high right now?’ kind of voice.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. Something along the lines of, “Welp, you’re fucked now, Reb.” Right? Nah, ofcourse not! I’m too damn handsome to be at the end of the line already. Whether that curves my survivability or not, I don’t rightly give a shit. I hopped up, stared Loan Shark dead in his eyes and popped my heftlocks.

“Boo.” I said, just under my breath before spinning and giving a buck that felt so bone-crunchingly delicious that I just had to have another.

Of course the raucous I caused spurred the attention to whatshisface and he nearly span out of his chair, if not for the assistance of Serena anyway. She gripped his forehooves and held fast with her talons, pressing them against the table. “Where you goin’? The fun’s just starting, shit head.” She flicked her head, her beak flashing sinisterly in the dim light. “Come on. At least let me get a taste~” (Sevvy edit, go!)

I nodded a little thanks to that crazy bitch and trotted into Fatty’s office, closing the door behind me. He was sprawled out over a bent and beat up metal desk that could use a polishing. A theoretical river of red ran down his forehead where I kicked him. He looked like he could use another.

“Hey buddy.” I said, dragging out the “eee” sound and trotted up to him. “Miss me?” Just then, I grabbed him by his grimy mane and slammed his head into the desk beneath him; it squealed in protest, but bent further.

Serena’s POV

I kept the pony pinned down down easily enough, talons sinking into the sensitive calf of the hooves. Honestly, I’m going to be frank here and say that he smelled worse than he looked.

He looked like someone had dropped him into a blender when he was a baby, so that should tell you what he smelled like. Just the thought of entertaining this loser any longer than I had to was enough to almost make me vomit on top of him.

Kinda wish I had. It would’ve made him smell better.

Honestly.

My heart beat a funky dance rhythm in my chest. It had been a long time since I had been apart of anything like this, and anything I had been a part of had been FAR more planned out like this. This, this was like trying to grab strings to keep the stitches from pulling apart.

Rebel’s POV

CRACK!

Loan Shark’s desk caved in and he was left a motionless heap with his skull nearly caved in. Streams of crimson ran every-which way down his face. It’s a beautiful sight, really. I grabbed his mane and pulled him up to my face, grinning like the fucked up maniac I am.

“Awww, I can’t lose you just yet, Sharky.” I said coolly as his eyelids started to droop. He was going to pass out. He grunted something that I couldn’t quite understand and lightly tapped his jaw. “WAKE UP MOTHER FUCKER!” I screamed into his face.

That woke him up.

He was a bloody mess and was already missing a few teeth, which were laying haphazardly on the floor... I wonder if the tooth fairy takes other pony’s teeth too. I’ll find out later, I told myself and threw Loan Shark onto the floor.

He made a pathetic attempt to crawl towards the door, but I stomped down on one of his hind legs and stopped his progress immediately. Loan Shark gave a weak cry of pain that sounded more like a bat being strangled. His pain was my pleasure and I trotted around in front of him and gave another wicked grin.

“Why are you,” he stopped to cough up a blob of black shit that was probably part of his lung or something. “Why are you doing this?!”

I shook my head. “Tut, tut, tut, Loan Shark.” I said and ruffled his mane. “Rule of the wastes.” I knelt down so he wouldn’t have to strain his poor little fat neck to look up at me. “Somepony steals from you, you steal from them. Somepony stabs you, you stab them.” He stood up and held my hoof out to him, like I was going to help him up.

He started reaching up for it, just as I thought he would. Without a moment’s notice, my horn lit up and my knife tore from it’s sheath and dug itself into his eye whilst encased in an emerald glow. Yet, I took his hoof into mine, but kept digging the knife deeper into his pool-ball sized eye.

“Somepony kills you,” I whispered. “You kill them back.”

Before you go and say, “Hey, stupid! That doesn’t make any sense!” I just want you to take that little quote, lube it up nice and greasy, then shove it up your ass. I’ll say whatever the hell I want.

I yanked the stained blade out of his eye socket, dragging his whole eye with it. Of course, Loan Shark was screaming like a little bitch as this was happening, but that’s to be expected when you’re dealing with pussies like him who have other ponies do all his work for him.

As Loan Shark lied there, crying and bleeding all over the floor, I took a moment to look at his office. I hadn’t realized how much the place smelled like booze, sex, and gunpowder. That, however, is not what caught my attention... The pristine looking .32 revolver displayed in a glass case on the far wall did.

“This yours, Buddy?” I asked as I cracked open the display case and broke open the revolver to check the cylinder. It was loaded. Six clean shells neatly slotted into place.

Loan Shark cried out as the glass broke. It probably meant a lot to him. Well, it’s mine now. “Too bad,” I sneered and carried the pistol back to his broken body in a magical grip.

How poetic. To be killed by your own gun.

I lowered the pistol and leveled it to Loan Shark’s fat and ugly face...

Serena’s POV

BANG!

A loud shot boomed from the office that my little pony friend echoed through the bar and out into the darkening streets outside. It was loud enough that I turned to look at the door when it sounded off and the ugly shit I had kept restrained tried to break out of my talons.

Too bad he’s a pathetic shit-head. I would’ve loved a challenge.

Tap Out struggled, but I just sank my talons deeper into his soft flesh. He yowled and struggled some more. He just doesn’t get it. He’s not going anywhere...

“P-p-please just let me go!” There was a string of snot that ran down his face and into his mouth as he spoke. “I d-d-don’t wanna die!”

“Yeah, well, I want to live in a tall, pretty penthouse with all the med-x I can OD on, but we don’t always get what we want, now do we?” I growled back, causing him to shut the hell up for once. It’s about fucking time.

Then, as if one cue, that pony who I’ve decided to help knocked open the office door and strode over to me and my “captive”.

“We’re leaving,” he said quickly and raised a revolver to Tap Out’s temple. One loud bang and a short flash later, I was holding the hooves of dead pony whom slumped over to his side with a steady flow of red gushing out a pretty big hole in his head.. He gets his shit done.

“Whatever,” I said and let the dead pony drop. Rebel was already going for the door with his head held high. That must’ve been his first taste of revenge... Tasty.

I followed him out to the dark street just as he fished a fresh bottle of booze out of his bag.

“We celebrating already?” I asked as I huffed a laugh.

Rebel didn’t respond. Rather, he popped open the bottle, and stuffed a rag into the mouth of the bottle. Before I could argue, he had lit it and tossed the bottle through a window.

“Now we can celebrate.” He smirked as heat licked at my face. Flames spread through the bar quickly and it was lit up faster than a raider walking into a ranger compound. There’s a horrific beauty about it, but I kept my beak shut and just watched as the two story bar was soon set ablaze.

He turned around and started trotting down a dirt path that lead away from town. I saw two options: Go back to getting hunted down by reponies, or group up with this cyclops...

“Hey! Wait up!” I called and ran after him. If life with this guy is going to be this exciting on a daily basis, I might as well keep him nearby. He might prove to be useful down the road.

Level Up!

Rebel: Perk Acquired- Broken-In Baddie: You’ve committed some pretty fucked up stuff, pal, and are recognized as “baddie” in the wastes. Watch out, some wannabe hero might try to hunt you down. +Raiders and other evil aligned factions will not attack without provocation.

Serena: Perk Acquired- Party of Two: You’ve decided to stop being such an awkward, lonely bitch and teamed up with a pony who is just as murderous as you! No more lonely raids for you! Yay! +Gain 5 to all health related stats! +5 Reputation change towards your partners.

Good luck chumps!

Author's Note

TonydBrony: Phew, that took forever to get out... Anything to say about that, 7-4?

7-4: Hmm.... Naw.

TonydBrony: Damn.