Midnight’s Missions – Entry 1

Hello, my name is Midnight Lance (though most people just use my last name). This story is about my life during the vampony outbreak, which plunged the land into a new era, one of chaos, deception, and mistrust. Before all of this began I was a member of the black hooved guild, trained in the arts of thievery, assassination, blackmail and forgery, before that I was a scruffy little street kid, but more on that later. During my time as a “man for hire” I would use my skills and abilities to do whatever the highest bidder paid me to do. I used to be a Pegasus, now I’m a bat.

The story of my turning is rather simple, I was hired to “obtain” some very important documents from the canterlot archive, if I remember correctly they referred to some kind of military stronghold to the northern borders. The main problems would be (and in this order), finding an entrance to the hold, finding the documents in the hold, getting the documents out of the hold, and not being killed whilst I was robbing the hold. After a few minutes scouting, I saw what I believed to be the perfect entrance, I also saw some sort of scuffle going on in the main hall, but that didn't concern me. There were no guards at the point, and it seemed that there were no real defenses. The window would be quite a narrow fit, but I’d always been quite skinny (a life of starvation and constant training), and I wanted to believe that my acrobatics would make squeezing through quite possible, even if I knew it wouldn't be very elegant.
I decided that the best course of action would be to don my claws (we used them to make getting into high places easier, sometimes you just can’t be accurate enough with wings) and then I would fly as close to the opening as I could, then use them to grip onto the wall. After that I would climb the rest of the way in. all of this would have been spectacular and impressive. But then I saw an open door just below and decide that would be an easier way in.

Once I was in, locating the archives was surprisingly easily (though Id walked into almost 10 bathrooms and through 20 corridors before I found them), the guards must have been distracted somehow, id thank whoever it was that saved me this trouble, but I’m still not certain which particular individual deserves my thanks. I quickly located the correct papers, the level of importance meant that either it would be on direct display, under heavy defences, or the paper would be hidden away, in a vault or a hidden safe. Similar to the one I had just found, underneath a hollow statue of “our god” Celestia. They were situated in a combination, key and code safe, one of the more secure ways to hide important files. The lock I could pick with ease, having been raised in a guild of thieves and assassins. The problem was the code. I could probably crack it if I had stayed there for about, oh I don’t know, 4 years. But I had a deadline, a very close deadline. I crept to the window and looked out, hoping to see a clear path to use during my escape.

Perfect, the rooftops were clear, almost eerily so. I could grab the documents, jimmy the window, and fly till I was safe. Providing the noise didn’t draw too many guards, I should find the flight quite easy. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention how I was gonna open the safe. Dynamite (some jobs just can’t be solved with the good old tools).
I stuck a stick in the rough location of the hidden hinges (as I knew, they were the weakest point), lit the fuse, hid behind a desk, plugged my ears, gritted my teeth and waited for the explosion.

A vibrating floor, changes in the air pressure, a rise in heat, flying shrapnel and a huge ass KABANG.

The safe, of course, was open.
I grabbed the contents, checked it was the right thing, jumped out the window (smashed from the KABANG) and flew the fuck out of there. The skies were clear, and I didn’t see a single castle guard. They should take their job more seriously, someone might break in.

I must have been flying for about 2 hours when I arrived at the drop off, I was keen to get paid and bug out, I’d been gone for a long time, and I didn’t want my tutors to worry ( I was still technically in training).
Almost ten minutes late, my client arrived. I didn’t draw any attention to his lack of time keeping, to do so might lose us a potential repeat customer. He gave me my payment, a quick nod of his head, handed back my seal (a method we used to make sure that the customer was aware of just whose services he’d purchased, it also stopped anyone from accepting two missions at once, the jobs got more spread out that way) and then, he fucked off.

This was how jobs would usually go, we got a lot of people wanting us to get stuff from castles and palaces. Of course, we turned down contracts from clear crazies, mainly people wanting to overthrow the crown, have the monarchy tumble or something like that. It just wasn’t worth the hassle, and we didn’t want to risk any clients turning on us. Do the job, get your pay, pray you fuck up another’s day. The unofficial motto of the guild.

I arrived back at the guild shortly after, handed in my pay (you’re not allowed to keep it during your training), and left for bed.

I was bit in my sleep.

Author's Note

I know this chapter is very short. Its more of a prequel then anything else, the next chapters will be much longer (so long as i can think of stuff to write). The Vampony idea for this story was inspired by http://jayisbutts.com/ tumblr blog http://vampony-survival-guide.tumblr.com/

hopefully you liked it, and also just as a message to Joe Buckmaster, if your reading this, and you think im wierd.....F*** you.

everyone else, have a nice day. :)