Clear Vision

PROLOGUE

Tyler Hesh Vision is just a normal pony like any other. Once a renowned assassin for an elite military group, now just a lowly janitor who mops floors for a living.

Every day, he would get up at 7 A.M., eat his breakfast and take a 10-minute bus ride to the supermarket he works at. Every day of every month of every year, he has to mop up whatever mess ponies make while getting complaints from his boss. He hated his job, and he knew that, but this is the only way he could make money to feed himself, pay off his apartments bills and of course, owing his friend money to feed himself.

Every time he mops up something, whether it’s a spilled paper cup of coffee or an occasional foal’s barf, you could hear groaning and mumbling to himself. And giving you that instant sign that he hates his job.

“Tyler, clean up on aisle six, please.” He heard the pony’s voice on his walkie talkie. But he ignored that and continued cleaning up the floors on the aisle he’s working on.

“TYLER!” an unfriendly voice shouted out and his hooves clopping noisily against the floor he had just cleaned up, and Tyler instantly knew who it is. It’s his boss, Larry, who is standing right in front of him. “There’s still shit lying around in Aisle 6! So get your fat ass over there and clean it up now!” a mare on the same aisle looked at Larry with a glare while she covered her colt’s ears with her hooves and walked away, never taking her eyes of him.

Tyler also glared right into Larry’s eyes, with burning hatred and a violent thought of impaling him with the same mop he is using. “Yes, sir.” He finally replied after a good half-a-minute of glaring at him. He picked up the handle of the bucket with his mouth and slung the mop over his foreleg. And he made his way to the far end of the store to Aisle 6. “Fucking piece of shit…” Tyler mumbled through his teeth softly so that no filly or colt could hear him. And at last, he finally made it to Aisle 6. He put down his bucket of water, soaked his mop, squeezed it dry and started mopping up the aisle from the end he started.

Halfway through the aisle, he once again heard a shout calling out his name. “TYLER!” Larry shouted again, “You missed a spot.” He pointed his hoof to a very obvious dirt spot next to Tyler.

“Yes, sir.” He said as he mopped it up.

“And another right there.” He pointed again to a very small, speck of dust just underneath Tyler.

“That’s it, I’ve had enough!” he threw his mop aside in frustration.

“And what are you gonna do about it? Get back to work, you lazy piece of shit.” Larry turned his back and started to walk away. As he had his back turned, Tyler grabbed Larry by the neck and slammed him against the rack, making boxes of muffins rain down on him. Followed by a large box heavy with even more boxes of muffins dropped on top of Larry’s head. He sat on the ground against the rack with a pile of muffin boxes next to him, he put his hooves on his head to try and ease the pain.

“I quit.” Tyler threw his janitor’s hat at Larry, and left the supermarket with rage and took the next bus back to his apartments. By the time he arrived, he is still fit with rage. He felt like he needed to punch something, like a stallion or something.

“Tyler.” A mare’s voice called out while he was about to enter his apartment room. He turned around and gave the mare a smile, trying not to show his anger towards her. “You’re back early today. What happened?” the young mare asked.

“Ah, I got fired. Don’t ask me why or how.” He replied. He turned the handle of the doorknob.

“Oh, and uh, by the way, Tyler. My dad needs the rent money right now.”

“That can wait later. I’m… having some issues right now.”

“Alright Tyler, I believe you.” That was a lie, he could’ve paid her the money, give her a kiss on the cheek, and lie down on his bed. Elizabeth, the owner’s daughter, he had a crush on her ever since he moved in. He couldn’t get enough staring at her light-brown coat and her black mane and the cute freckles she has on her face and not forgetting the dark-violet eyes. He laid down on his bed, with his head filled with thoughts of her and finding another job that could pay him more than before.

So he got up, grabbed a newspaper and a red marker pen and started to circle the jobs he ‘thinks’ he would be eligible to work. After circling around twenty to thirty job vacancies, he walked to his computer and started to type out his resume.

But after a long week of interviews, he could not find one vacancy he is eligible at. So he in his dining room, which is in his kitchen and sat on a chair. Cursing to himself, he hasn’t paid his rent, he hasn’t paid his friend and still hungry. He placed his hooves on his temples and caught a glint of light at the corner of his eye, and looked over to the corner where the glint came from.

A sniper rifle, a trusty L98A1 sniper rifle he used when he was in the military. He made a wicked smile and picked up the rifle, looking at it and dusting off the dust on it with his hoof. "That'll do." He finally found a job he was looking for, and it was sitting in his kitchen for a long time.