Hitmare

I shuffled out into the light, squinting against the brightness as I left the darkness of the inside of the castle. The metal shackles clanked and chafed on my hooves as I moved out onto the wooden platform. Quite a crowd had gathered for the spectacle; but them again, a public hanging wasn't a common occurrence.

I glanced up to see Celestia watching the scene. Her eyes narrowed as she caught mine. I kept my face expressionless.

"How could ya!" A drawling voice shouted from the crowd. I looked down quickly to see m- no. Fluttershy's friends. I still kept my face expressionless as my gaze wandered over them. They all wore different faces: shock, rage, sadness, confusion, and worst of all, simple disappointment.

"Here is Zule Kalasha, who stands before you for the attempted murder of our ruler, princess Celestia, and the stallion Big Macintosh." A guard read out with a hint of contempt. There was a chorus of boos and one of the guards prodded me forward towards the gallows. I kept my eyes trained on the crowd and spotted a familiar face- cold, bald, and, naturally, the only one who would be wearing a suit.

I saw agent 47's horn light up faintly as the noose was slipped around my neck, and I shook my head ever so slightly, mouthing a 'no'.

I didn't want to escape.

His face didn't change as the rope above my head fell away, slashed violently in half by the stallion's spell. He mouthed back to me, 'go.'

I didn't move. I didn't run. I barely even gasped as the guard sank his sword into the side of my chest.

I stayed standing for as long as I could, but after seconds that felt like years, my legs gave out from underneath me and I toppled over. I saw the horror on my friends' faces and 47 turning away before a shaggy, red hoof came into my view. I took it in a now-unbound hoof and Big Mac lifted me to my feet. Embracing me with both front legs, he whispered to me, in such a wonderful voice, those sweet, sweet words;

"It's ok. Ah got ya." I could feel his tears on my shoulders. "Ah got ya now."

Fin