Colt's Club

I woke up tied to a chair. I couldn't breath. Did he knock me out? Was it all a dream? I studied my surroundings. It appeared to be the shack. But it was night and I could only see where the windows were placed. I heard a gun shot which made me jerk my head to the door. A few minutes later the door swung open. It was Big Mac. He had a magnum in his left hand and a body of a pony slung over his shoulder.

Big Mac slowly turned on a lantern. The body was Featherweight's. He was shot in the back. My eyes widen. Adrenaline kicked in and without hesitation I slammed the chair I was tied to against the wall and broke it, causing one of the chair legs to go into my leg, I didn't feel it. He turned around in shock and raised the gun. He fired three shots but I was too quick, or he was too drunk. I went head first into the door. The door gave a weak squeal and busted open causing me to fall on the porch.

Mac was on top of me. He was saying something but all I could hear was a faint ringing. I kicked him in the groan which caused him to fall over. I pushed him off of me and ran towards a nearby cluster of ferns and trees. I heard him fire randomly while yelling. One thing that I understood perfectly though.

"CALL THE COPS AND THEY'RE DEAD! SWEETIEBELLE TOO!"

I had no idea what Sweetiebelle was doing there but I had to run. So I did. I ran as far as I could before collapsing. I didn't feel it at the time but the chair leg from the chair I was sitting gashed my leg. I began breathing through my mouth, trying to prepare myself, and with that I lifted my self up with a limp and ran to the road, I didn't go to the Apple family. What if they were in this violence too? I shuffled down the road. It was dark, I was bleeding, and disoriented. My body hit the road like a sand bag, this was it, I'm going to die here. Like I said, disoriented. I heard something though, it was followed by a faint light. Was it morning? No this was too bright. I looked up out of curiosity. It was a car. The driver must have seen me because he slowed down.

The made a stop when right next to me. I looked up, now able to catch simple details about it. It was a white police cruiser. Thank god. I looked up at the stallion in the car. His eyes were widened and he was speaking hastily on his comm.

"Hey son, are you all right?" He said bent over me.

I simply nodded.

"Alright, let me take you back to the station okay?" He said. I agreed.

He put me in the back seat and patched up my leg. He was a dark blue earth pony with light green eyes. He seemed to be an expert with a med kit. He put a seat belt on me and closed the door. He hoped into the cruiser and began driving down the road. Everything was silent other than the cars white noises it was emitting.

"I'm taking you to the station for questioning, okay?" He questioned.

"Alright." I would've tell him about my friends. But I didn't know what Big Mac is capable of.

I looked around. It was dark in the cruiser also. In fact, the only illuminated thing was the road due to the headlights. I looked down, I realized I was in handcuffs. I don't remember him putting them on, let alone how I didn't feel them.

"OH, SWEET CELESTIA!" The police officer cried as he turned the wheel.

With that the car flew off the road and down a hill into the woods. I thought I was out of the nightmare that happened that day. I thought wrong apparently.