Chapter One: Observations
I watched as the always-smiling Newfoals walk along in a straight line, uncaring and staring into space. Every few seconds the line would shift forward, repeating over and over.
My gaze slowly drifted over to who was at the end, and/or start of the "Ponies."
I would hate her, as well as her six main advisors, for all eternity. When I died, I hope it will be doing something to help the human race. Or just me. I am the last human on Earth.
And it all started with the figure at the end of the line... the Evil, Genocidal figure, smiling down on the human-pony slaves. Every human on Earth knew it at some point, and I wouldn't forget it anytime soon.
The name was Celestia. The Demon Tyrant. The False Queen- and anything else you want to call her. She initially seem nice, sweet, and caring about her subjects. The truth was revealed faster than a bat outta' hell when she decided it would be a fun idea to attack the country that used to be known as Ethiopia. It was quick, merciless, and horrifying.
The only weapons her "Royal Guard" (I say that in Parentheses because they might as well be WWII German SS Soldiers.) used were vials of a purple, thick liquid that would cause a quick acting ponification when it came in contact with human cells. Not a single human was killed, and every citizen in Ethiopia was permanently ponified. Ethiopia... my Home Country
They then proceeded to deem all of humanity "Evil" and "Barbaric" and called a war. On the entire Homo Sapien race.
You probably know the rest from other sources, so I'll get back on with what I am seeing.
She sits on her throne, smiling down on them. To the left of her is three of her advisors- The Pink, Purple, and White ones, while to her right is the Yellow, Orange, and Blue ponies. All are classified as Level one-hundred Demons to me. Granted, I have a-little more sympathy for the Yellow one. She never really wanted to go along with the others- she knew it was wrong. But in the end, Peer-Pressure made her help kill a entire race.
In conclusion: The Yellow One gets to be #7 on my "To-Kill" list.
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Ah-ha! Here it is, in my back pocket. Give me a second to pull it out...
TO KILL:
Celestia.
Purple one.
White one.
Blue one.
Orange one.
Pink one.
Yellow one.
All the Royal Guards
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Profit
I decided to put the last three down because I know that at most, I'll be able to take down one or two. I don't have THAT big of an ego anymore.
Looking over my list again, I think I'll go for the Purple one. I take a deep breath and line up the cross-hairs on my----
WAIT! I never told you that I'm carrying a gun! How stupid of me. Okay, okay- here it is.
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The APR-308 Cal -A 2005 Switzerland Standard Military Service Sniper Rifle. Way outdated now, since we're in 2017.
ANYWAY, It is time to get back to the aiming... and then shooting. I take a few moments to set up the bipod in the correct position again, and first look down the Iron-Sight to get a good idea where they all are, for when I move my head up to the scope. And I do just that- I lift my head slightly up, and into the scope. The cross-hairs can go almost directly over Purple's head, because they god-damning control the weather- and most ponies don't like the wind.
I lean forward again, pressing the skin around my eye against the scopes outer part, just to make sure all the calculations are set. After I've triple-triple checked said calculations, I pull my head away far enough from the gun so the recoil won't bop me in the face.
My finger starts to gently pull on the trigger as a smirk forms on my face...
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The trigger is about half-way now...
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"Here we go..." I whisper as I squeeze the trigger back, which in turn sets my gun's insides in motion, and in a millisecond, the gun-powder goes off, and the bullet zooms out of the barrel at speeds no living being could ever hope to see.
The only problem was that with the sound my rifle made, and the distance from them to me, it gives them enough time to whip their heads around in my direction. Which in turn, made the bullet miss, but still haves it be close enough to scrape off a few short hairs' off from the top of Purple's muzzle. She yelps and does a small jump into the air, and four of the others immediately snap their heads over from me, to her, and run over, worrying over the "Certainly Deadly" wound I had inflicted. Against my luck, the other two look over the building I'm on top of, and while the Orange runs into the building, the Blue one starts to fly up to the top.
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I have to make a split second decision. Thousands of possibilities, and hundreds-of-thousands of outcomes. She could fly up and see me from anywhere, so I couldn't hide. And even if I did, and Blue DIDN'T find me, the Orange one would certainly spot my form. So I have to choose. And I choose one I later regret, but think up in the heat of the moment-
I take my one free arm up, and, with it, I give them all The Bird.- And to toast to that, I start running.
(This is the Remastered version. I don't know if people Down-Voted because of Grammar, Punctuation, or just the Plot, so I need you to tell me in the comments (Or something) so I can improve.)
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