This Is War!

Time: 3:40

Place: Canterlot

"Bloody Hell!"

I turned my head to see Dr. Hooves pressing a cloth against his flank. Earlier today we were fighting a small group of griffins when he got shot, so we've been hiding in an old candy shop while I tried to help patch up his wound.

"It's not..so bad." I whispered to him, flinching as I heard a bomb going off in the distance.

The Dr. rolled his eyes and lifted the blood soaked cloth from his wound. I felt bial rising in my mouth as I saw the bloody mess. Thick, red blood oozed from were the bullet struck his flank. Making the sand from his hour glass turn a sickly red color, the flies buzzing around it didn't help either.

"If I only finished that blasted telephone booth." the Dr. grumbled, reloading his gun and glancing up from behind our hiding place.

"Telephone booth?" I questioned.

"N-nothing."

I sighed and jumped back onto my hooves, "Ah'll git ma cousin, he'll know what ta do with ya." I explained, taking my pistol into my mouth and sneaking towards the chard door.

"Careful, Austin will have my flank if you get injured on my behalf." Dr. Hooves called to me.

I rolled my eyes and opened the door, braving the battle field once more.

Note to self, do not engage in battle after annoying your enemy.

"Come back here, bitch!" a white griffin shouted while painting a machine gun with her Celestia brush.

"WELL SORRY, HOW WAS AH SUPPOSE TA KNOW YOU"RE AH GAL!?" I shouted back, only to trip on a body of a beheaded pony with green grapes as it's cutie mark. I quickly said a little prayer for the pony's soul before landing face first onto the ground.

"Crap." I grunted as I tried to get back onto my hooves, only to freeze as I heard an unsettling click of a gun.

"You're lucky I'm in a good mood, so I'll make your death quick." a familiar voice hissed.

I began to panic, I didn't want to die! Not while the Dr. is depending on me to get my cousin! Oh what to do, what to do. Suddenly, an idea formed in my mind. Though, Applejack wouldn't approve.

"You know something, you're mother's a chicken." I said flatly.

"What did you just say!?" the griffin screeched before digging the gun deeper into my skull.

"In fact, you're so weak that my elderly dog is stronger then you!" I informed while secretly digging my hoof in my satchel.

"You whore!" the griffin yelled, pressing her claw ever so slightly on the trigger.

I smiled as I found the object I was looking for. Please work. I prayed before gripping the object with my hoof and quickly threw it in the griffin's face.

"What the hell?!" the griffin asked, dropping her machine gun and trying to rub the substance from her eyes.

"Ghost pepper juice, Surprise gave it ta me fer good luck." I smirked before grabbing her machine gun and firing two bullets at her, one between her eyes and one in her cold heart.

Satisfied, I brushed myself off and turned around, only to see a young silver griffin looking at me in fear and anger.

"Y-you k-killed m-mom." he stuttered, hot tears began streaming down his face.

My stomach dropped, I just killed some griffin's mom! Regret took hold of my heart as my knees buckled underneath me, "Ah..ah didn't know." I said, through chattering teeth.

"My name's Silver."

I looked up at the griffin in confusion, only to let out a whimper as he aimed the blade of a machete at my head.

"I always tell my name to my victims, unlike you dirty bags of meat called ponies." Silver scowled.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, waiting for the blade to make contact with my head. For, my hooves were still to weak from the shock of killing a mother that I couldn't get to my guns. Plus, I was still getting over the shock of whom I killed.

"That won't be necessary, Jr."

I opened one of my eyes and gasped in horror as I saw a jet black griffin landing besides Silver.

The new griffin smiled coldly at me, "Hello, Apple Bloom." he said darkly.

"Blackjack." I muttered.

The griffin pushed Silver behind him before picking up the machine gun, "This will be fun." Blackjack mused, pointing the gun at my front leg, "Should've stayed back at your petty base." he said before pulling the trigger.

Pain, oh so much pain!

After Blackjack pulled the trigger, I screamed bloody murder as the force of the bullet tore my leg from my body. Hot tears began to flow from my eyes. I screamed at him as Blackjack and Silver took to the skies, why he didn't finish me off I never knew.

Once I swallowed my pain, I examined my wound. I could see bone and muscle with a tone of blood. With my right leg, I swat at pesky flies who wanted to land on my wound.

"Apple Bloom!!"

My heart began to beat as I heard a familiar voice. Quickly, I lifted my head to the left and began to cry happy tears as my rescuer galloped over to me. She wore a black cloak and dark purple armor that complemented her stripes perfectly.

"Zecora!" I shouted happily, my vision beginning to blur from my loss of blood.

"We must get you to safety before you meet your doom." Zecora explained while taking off her cape and wrapping me in it. Finally, everything is going to be all- THE DOCTOR! How did I forget!

"Zecora, ah have a friend who's injured." I informed.

"Show me." The zebra instructed while gently placing my body onto her back.

I nodded my head and with my only front hoof, pointed in the direction of the old candy shop before blacking out.

Let me just say that it was the best sleep I ever had.

"Wake up."

I felt something cold pressed against my head and awoke to see Zecora placing a wet cloth on my forehead.

"Wha?" I asked before seeing Dr. Hooves and remembering my surroundings.

"Good to see you awake." the Dr. said before going back to tinkering with his gun.

"Where were ya all these years? Ah was worried!" I exclaimed to Zecora, wanting answers more then anything. (Okay maybe my leg, but you get the point.)

Zecora took a deep breath before looking into my eyes, "I was ruling my kingdom after my father died of death cup." She informed.

I gasped at her in disbelief. Never in my life would I've ever guessed that Zecora was royalty! "So yer ah princess?" I asked, wanting to hear it with my own ears.

"I am a Queen, now sit up." Zecora said.

I did as I was told and happily gulped down the canteen of water Zecora offered. My throat and tongue rejoicing as the warm liquid entered my mouth.

"Now let us be on our way, for a battlefield is no place for the injured." Dr. Hooves piped up, putting his gun away and getting onto his hooves ever so slowly.

I nodded my head in agreement, however one question still remained in my mind. Why did Zecora's father eat a death cup? Didn't he know that it was deadly? Or was he just that blind?