[Anon view 3rd person]

One of the things you hated most of all about the Grand Galloping Gala was always wearing those nooses they call ties. You can also hate the major fact that you see Humans with collars on their necks pulling chariots with ponies wearing fancy clothes while they use the labor of the innocent. You should be grateful for your master to call a pony taxi instead of making you pull the chariot instead. Filthy Rich is his name, owning most of all trading rights in Equestria, but for me and all the others humans you have to call him "Master". He's not bad like the other pony snobs living in Canterlot that treat their human's with disrespect or as pets, the one you truly despise is his daughter; Diamond Tiara. He bought you when you were just a baby, not even knowing your parents or where you were born; his only reason is because he wanted to stop his spoiled brat from wanting one for her celebration party of her cutie mark appearing.

"Hey stupid, did you hear me?" And that same stupid filly was right across from you kicking your shin to get you to look at her.

*Sigh* "Yes, milady?" You asked reluctantly.

"Next time if you don't respond quicker I'll tell my daddy to return you to whatever back water dump you were born in."

Over the years of her empty threats, you've learned that her threats to have her father send you back was just one of her tactics to make you scared shitless just like when she did back when you were still a child. The past times you were younger she would always tell you these hurtful things so she can watch you beg for forgiveness while she just watched with a sick smile. Luckily her father can always set things straight and keep his beast of a daughter tamed and docile, when he's around.

"Now, now Diamond, don't start this again. I already told you to stop harassing him." Your master looked at you with an understanding look since both of you had been in this routine with her for years.

"We are not going to send Anonymous back; he's part of the family so please play nice."

"Thank you, Master." you said, bowing your head to him.

"You can stop the formal talk Anon, when we are not in public you can call me Phil."

Many human slaves that are owned by ponies are forced to respect them, but you cannot help but show sincere respect for Phil and his kindness.

"Thank you, Phil." You said.

His name may seem out of character for his personality, but that just makes him more interesting than the other equines.

*Knock-Knock* "Almost nearing your destination, Sir." Said the driver out of the front window.

You, Diamond, and Phil looked out the window to see a bright castle at the side of a large mountain and watch as Pegasai, Earth Pony, and Unicorns flock there to meet their powerful princesses, not to mention to trade their humans for other humans for experimenting with whatever strikes their fancy. Just thinking about it almost makes your rage boil over and your stomach twist in disgust of what you will see behind closed doors.

"It's a shame Anon, as soon as we set foot in the entrance you will be escorted to the back of the castle to be with the other humans." Phil said sadly, even though Diamond was smiling at my dilemma.

You should be sad knowing that even at the day of a celebration like this you will not be able to attend it, but behind those feelings is relief for the moment of space between you and your Master, so that you may proceed to work.

It cost a lot of lives and bits to have a chance to gain information on where a Templar can be alone in the castle, especially since this is a public celebration full of guests. Luckily your team is already there to get things started before you arrive.As the castle soon became large you began to have growing doubts on how successful the kill will be. You have no way of knowing if you will go unnoticed by the guards or if the other slaves will be loyal enough to not sell you out. The escape route is only successful if you have a clean kill and have succeeded in hiding all evidence of your presence there.

"Don't worry Phil; I'm sure I will find something productive to do while I'm alone."

[Somewhere else]

At the entrance of the castle were lines of chariots dropping off ponies, while the tired humans who drove them were sent to the back of the castle and left to their own devices, some humans dressed just as fancy as their ponies only to be traded by their masters.

"I'm sorry ladies. but I must ask to hand over your property to us." The guard at the entrance announced.

"And I'm saying that I will not let ponies I don't know take away our children from us!" Shouted an ivory unicorn holding a young teen in her arms, this is the first time she brought her son and she would not want his time being wasted holed up in some basement while she partied at this grand event.

"If you think I will just give up my little brother that easily then you have another thing coming" Protested an orange cowpony standing in front of her brother to show how protective she is.

"I don't want to have my child be with dangerous humans all by himself, he'll be completely lost without me." Said the yellow distraught mare holding her son who is hiding his face not to show how scared he is, but to only hide how embarrassed his mothers affection makes him.

"Again, I must take your property or else you will not enter." Warned the Guard, just to prove his statement a large amount of shouting behind the group of mares to move on already.

"Are you sure you can't let these humans come with us?" Asked Princess Twilight trying to ease the tension between her friends and the guard, hopefully she can use her status to fix this problem.

"If you are saying that they are put for trade in the castle then you must sign theses papers and tag them for registration." He turned and reached his hand out so the other guard from the other side of the entrance gave him the papers, and showed to them.

*Gasp* "Trade off my son to some tramp! How dare you, you brute!" Rarity slapped the forms out of his hands causing a roar of other ponies to be more frustrated for holding up the line to enter.

*Sigh* "Ring the bell." He said.

The same guard who gave him the paper, reached behind his belt to take out a silver bell, and rang it several times to signal the cleaners.

As the final ring sounded maids and butlers arrived out of know where surprising the mares and their children for how quickly they came at the sound of the small bell. With a quick rush of hands picking all papers one of the human servants gave the forms back to the guard's hand, bowed at the mares, and left with all the other human cleaners.

"If you are not signing them for trade than I am afraid you must hand them over so they can be with the rest of their kind." Told the guard followed by the chorus of shouting from other ponies to pressure them to make the only choice.

Twilight looked her friends still protesting to hand over their humans and to the enraged guest still waiting to enter. With only a single option left she turned to her friends again and told them.

"I'm sorry, but it seems that being a princess has its limits after all."

The three distraught mares looked at their family members to see what they want so they won't feel guilty later. With exchanged glances the boys nodded their heads in unison for their answer.

"Ok Twi, you take them."

"Don't worry Applejack; Jonathon will be safe with the rest of his kind." Twilight assured her.

"Oh! My beautiful little boy! Please be ok while mommy is gone."

"Lighten up Rarity, Michael's going to be fine you worry too much." Rainbow Dash replied.

"I just hope my little one will be alright while I'm not with him."

"Don't worry shy! Terry will be just fine, heck I'm sure he'll make new friends when we're gone." Spoke the pink hyper pony.

"Pinkie and Rainbow are right, they will be safely escorted to where all the humans are being held and will not have any harm done to them right?" Twilight asked the guard on duty.

"They will be watched until the gala is done and will be returned safely." Said the guard still waiting for their choice.

Rarity was the first to hand her son to the guard, then Fluttershy, and then Applejack with her little brother.

"Wait!" Applejack shouted, running to her brother and hearing a loud groan from the other guest behind her for halting the line.

"Take this Jonah." Applejack took off her hat and put it on his head covering most of his face.

"Hurry up Applejack, we're holding the line!" Rainbow Dash yelled.

"I'm coming hold your horses!"

"Mommy will be back darling wait till I return!"

"Please be save Terry, I love you!"

"Don't get to any trouble, you hear?"

With a final wave goodbye from their mothers the three boys were sent all the back at the castle. When the guard in front told them to stop, walked toward two other guards at the back entrance, and spoke..

"These humans are to be held with great care and not harmed.” The day guard said.

"Why? It's just a bunch of humans, how come they get the special treatment?" asked the night guard.

"They are owned by the former elements of harmony, that's why." he replied.

"Oh shit! Which of these humans are owned by the elements?”

"Honesty, generosity, and kindness so make sure they don't have a scratch on them." with a quick salute he turned around and walked back to meet with his partner at the front entrance.

"This way humans." Said a unicorn night guard opening the door for them so they can enter inside with the rest, he would rather just trade them off like all the other ponies would, but if it’s the element of harmony's humans than selling them would be much wiser.

Terry entered first alongside Michael leaving only Jonah still in place in front of the entrance.

"Hey, did I not tell you to get inside!" Shouted the unicorn guard, he was about to strike the human before his partner stopped him.

"Don't worry, I'll set him straight you get the other two ready for the boss to sell, pretty sure those ponies won't notice while their separated." Said the pegasus guard grabbing Jonah’s arm, taking him to a darker part behind the castle he threw Jonah on the ground and said.

"You know I was surprised to hear your owner was a former bearer of the element of harmony, I especially liked honesty the most, it's going to be a real shame to tell her that you ran away leaving her to be all sad, but don't worry I will make sure I tried to stop you, and be there for her at her hour of need." Told night guard.

Jonah stayed silent after he was finished with his scheme to bed his sister, and mumbled out a sentence the guard could not hear from him.

"....."

"What's the matter kid, afraid? you should be."

"...... Say that to my face."

"What?"

Jonah was still hiding his face with his sister's hat and told the guard again much louder.

"Say that to my face."

Playing along with the human, the guard kneeled down and slowly spoke to him.

"I'll put it bluntly; I'm going to Fu-uck!"

As soon as he was about to finish his sentence, a long thin blade was now shoved under the guard's chin with the tip of the blade going through the helmet. Tacking Jonah's hidden blade out of the guard's head he got up from the ground, leaving the body to twitch for a few moments before it finally stopped moving.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." said Jonah.

By the time he arrived and was ready for a fight he spotted Michael kneeling next to the wall tinkering with his hidden mini crossbow, spotting Jonah he got off the wall he walked near the surprised teen trying to find the other guard.

"Took you long enough, we thought that he killed you." Michael said.

"It's going to take a lot more to kill me. Where's Terry and the guard?"

"Over here." Terry closed the door to reveal himself next to the dead guard on the floor with no trace of any blood wounds on the body.

"I see you have your special friend to take care of the work, Terry." Jonah said, looking at the corpse.

As soon as Terry stepped away from the body a dark brown snake slithered out of the guards armor, into Terry's left pant leg, and exited out of his left sleeve showing just its head.

"I just couldn't leave her alone at home, she is very scared when she's alone." said Terry petting one of the top ten most deadly snakes in the world.

"Sure she is, any way we need to hide this body and get to our contact."

"What about that guy called Anon, isn’t he supposed to lead us to where the Templar should be?" Michael asked, dragging the corpse away from open view.

"He'll catch up soon; right now we need to get to our contact before we lose our one chance for some answers." Jonah opened the door, leaving it open for Michael and terry to enter, and closed it shut.

For what seemed like forever they have walked on what appears to be limitless stairs with no signs of it ever ending, they can't even tell what's happening outside due to the fact that there is no windows anywhere in sight. As their endless walking finally sees a metal door, with a pad lock on the handle. Looking back to Michael and terry if they have the keys to the second door, Michael moved his head side to side as a reply for Jonah, he looked at Terry who also seems clueless about the key but his pet snake's tale emerged out of his right sleeve with the keys wrapped around her tale.

"Thanks, Sarah." Terry took the keys from his snake, unlocked the door, and opened it so he and his friends can enter.

"Holy crap." Michael said with a wide eyed look at what is in front of them.

The room they entered was indeed full of human slaves, but instead of a large group put all together was instead separated in large cages with iron shackles chaining them to the wall.

"Is this supposed to be their way of taking care of them? This is so much worse than we thought." Jonah says looking at the miserable faces of the chained slaves.

"Which is why we need the target you’re looking for to be dead." A disembodied voice told the three boys.

Across the room in a dark corner in the left side of the opposite door revealed a human maid looking at the group of boys with cold steely eyes that shows no single emotion that matches her expressionless face.

"Do you know where we're supposed to go?" Asked Jonah.

"Two floors above this lower chamber is where your target is, he is also the reason why all the humans are chained and illegally traded without the consent of the owners." Raising her arm to the cages showed that there was missing humans that were taken against their will including a few blood spatters on the floor.

"How did the princesses not get any complaints of missing humans? Surely some pony nobles care about their humans?" Terry said trying to figure how this has been going on for so long without some mistakes for this place to be unknown.

"The reason is princess Celestia's nephew Blueblood, he secretly took over the care of the slaves whenever a public gathering happens like the Gala, he takes the most promising humans from the nobles, and trades them off while they cover up missing people by saying that they were runaways or killed for acting hostile." Answered the maid.

"Which is why the assassins were called in to kill him right?" Asked Michael.

"Yes and no, yes because of the horrifying acts against humans, and the same time not for the same reason."

"Then why are we killing this pompous douche in the first place?" Jonah clutched his fists with anger for seeing the sight before him, as well as the confusing reason for why they were assigned in the first place.

"Because he’s arrogant enough to reveal himself to be a Templar." said the maid.

A silence filled the air when they heard who the prince is gave them only one word to say at the same time

" What!?"

"It was during his drunk escapades that he told me while I was in bed with him a few nights ago giving the reason why this information is important."

Again the boys were silent from her reason as to why they’re here, but it was only Terry who asked the uncomfortable question all three of them had in mind.

"Um, sorry if this sounds offensive, and very mean, but are you a-"

"Personal pleasure slave of Blueblood, I'm also the fifth maid to serve him and has been serving the prince for over two years."

"Sounds a bit short for a maid, what happened to the other four before you?" asked Jonah.

"As you can tell from the cages the maids did not serve to the his needs and was quickly traded off to other nobles to play with, much to the displeasure of the higher ups, they were also some of the spies that fed info to the revolutionaries about the corrupt noble's plans to win the war."

"So you want us to kill the prince before he remembers what he spoke to you, and kills you like the rest right?" Michael spoke up after her explanation about why she needed them.

"If we kill him and that's a big if , then will there be a chance to set these people free?" he asked her.

"If a chance you do kill him and you will kill Blueblood with my help, then you can find the key to unlock them, and set them free." she replied.

Both Terry and Jonah smiled from the positive outcome for the death of Blueblood, and was eager to start before the last person arrives. But Michael did not share the same as the rest of his friends and still stayed silent for the maid to add a negative response to the positive feedback she produced.

"However....." Michael trailed off so she will finish it for her.

"However, I may know where Blueblood is but I do not know where he puts the key's to unlock the cell doors." That once happy moment was soon killed off when she told them the bad news.

"So what? We just need to keep him alive, force him to tell us where he put the keys, free the prisoners, and escape what's so hard about that?" Jonah asked.

"Then how do we sneak all these people from the castle?" Terry said.

"You all can think about it after you suit up." She walked out of the prison and entered with a cart full of used cloths and pushed it to the young men and said. "Your cloths are below so you can ditch the tuxedos with something more to your liking."

Jonah reached inside the cart, parted the random cloths, grabbed a large brown coat and walked to a corner to undress. The second to reach the inside the clothes was Terry gently lifting each cloth, reaching inside to get a deep green coat much thinner than the coat Jonah was carrying and walked to another corner to undress but with much more nervousness since a older woman was still in the room. Michael stayed in place, not going near the dirty hamper, he stretched his neck out to see what's inside than quickly reeled back, pinching his nose from the stench of all the used garments.

"I'm terribly sorry ma'am, but I will not be joining my friends on the mission." Michael takes stepping away from the bin.

"Great what is it this time,Mike?" asked Jonah stepping out of the corner, fully dressed in his assassins gear, his suit wadded up and thrown inside the cart.

"I will not let my mother's hand sewn suit be tossed in with the dirty and grimy cloths inside an even dirtier basket."

"Then why don't you just give it to her so she will keep it clean?" asked Terry in his green assassin's gear, his pet snake popping out of his hood than slithered her tongue at Michael and went back in inside Terry's clothing where it’s safe and warm. Terry gave his folded suit to her than looked back at Michael still not budging a single inch from where he's standing.

*Gasp* "My mother is very perceptive and can see prints on her child's belongings especially if it's her son that is being touched by other mares." Michael flicked his head making his long black hair to fling midair like so many super models do when they try on his mother’s fashion line.

"I don't have time for this shit, you three settle this stupid dispute I have to get the final piece for the plan to work." she turned around and exited out the door. Leaving two fully dressed teen assassins and one not dressed spoiled assassin still arguing about fashion over the lives of desperate people held against their will. She could only hope that the leader of this rowdy bunch of hormones called assassins will be here soon.

[Anon view 1st person]

"I'm bored out of my skull, dad!" Yelled the obnoxious young mare kicking my shin to pass the time, trying to piss me the fuck off.

"Excuse me driver, what is the hold up?" Phil asked the stallion.

"A group of mares with three young humans holding up the line for us to enter the castle sir, we might be here for a while."

*Sigh* "seems we'll have to hoof it from here kids," Taking his hand in side his left breast pocket he pulled out a large burlap sack with bits *clinking* as he gives the whole bag to the driver, many ponies were surprised for Mr. Rich's generosity surprising them including the taxi driver was no different. "Keep the change, you earned it."

"T-thank you so much, sir. Thanks you, thank you very much!"

Phil nodded at the driver, opened the door and exited out to the cool breeze from the young night sky. Taking the opposite door I stepped on the gravel road leading to the castle, turned back to the waiting Diamond, extended my hand toward her in case she might slip from the steps and injure herself. And i don't want that to happen to her most of all, at least not in front of her father.

*humph* "As if, monkey!" Slapping my hand away, she exited to where her father is and walked with her father at the same pace to the castle.

"A piece of work that mare, isn't she young lad?" Asked the driver, counting his bits from my master.

"Underworld itself trembles in fear for when she inherits my master's cooperation." A shiver ran down my spine just thinking of caller her master made me think about just putting a musket in my brain then serve her till death.

As we were nearing the castle by walking I see snobby nobles still in their fancy chariots shouting at their human slaves for blaming them to not moving instead of just blaming it on the group of mares stopping the line in the first place. Reaching the gala by foot we started to hear a loud chorus of cheers it the front entrance, seeing up close made it easier to describe who were the ponies that caused such a problem was none other than the former elements of harmony. Each was in their regal dresses showing their beautiful curves, shining manes, and the most to be noticed was none other than the new alicorn Twilight sparkle, the princess of friendship. The group proceeded to enter before the former element of honesty going to a blond haired human teen being escorted with two more humans; she put her cowpony hat on his head, went back to her friends and was gone from sight when they entered the castle. Walking down the long red carpet to the two day guards, Phil motioned me to his side, asked them to send me to the back of the castle and entered with his daughter to the party without me. I'm not saying that being walked down a dark side of the castle is appealing or anything it’s that I was waiting for the opportunity to make my move to kill this guard so I can meet up with my group after the long delay, being in the line made me a bit anxious for some action.

"Sir, please wait!" the guard behind me told me to stop walking at stand where I am while he talks to whoever stopped us. Looking over my shoulder I see a maid speaking to the guard before he told her something I couldn't make out what he was saying but left me alone with the maid, whatever she said to him must have been important if he would leave humans unattended and on castle grounds for that matter.

"If you would kill him and hide his body it would make his partner notice his absence. That will cost not only the mission but your life and the other assassins waiting for you, did the years of teaching you my skills as a silent killer not tame your blood lust." Even when she was speaking behind my head I could remember that voice anywhere. Turning to see her I came face to face with a sharp blade pointed right between my eyes, trailing down the blade to the slender light brown hand from a familiar face I thought I would never see again.

"It leaves you open for another person to hide their killing intent."

"Hello to you to, mentor."

"For my former student being a full fledged assassin your still wet behind the ears." She retracted the blade from her hand, concealing inside her sleeve and walked in front of me to follow her.

"Are the rest of the team there?" I asked.

"If you mean Terry, Michael, and Jonah they are already here, geared up, briefed about who to kill and are waiting for you to do the same." she informed me.

"So are you going to tell me who I'm about to finish off?"

"Prince Blueblood is your target, an important one for that matter since he is a Templar with important info that can give the revolutionist army an advantage in the war."

"And I suppose you got this by your regular talents, right?"

"You mean sleeping with the enemy? Than you’re not far off Anon, you of all people should understand since I passed all my knowledge to you."

Her reason was understandable because I was under her wing when I was still a green horn when I was recruited a year after I was adopted by my master. But to be bedding Blueblood just made it more disgusting then it already is, she must have seen my disgusted face from her reply and said to me.

"Don't give me that look, Anon, someday you'll do the same line of work like me, your my student after all."

We walked in silence after that comment for some time before we reached a solid oak door completely unguarded with no trace of struggle or violence; I was impressed at how they can clean the scene with no known trace of their presence.

"Just by looking at this, can you tell me how good they are?"

"It looks normal, but they need to cover smaller trails, small scuffles on ground indicates a struggle, snake trails are also shown which is odd since the castle gardeners make sure the only place that hold all the animals are supposed to be at the garden, and above all else they should erase their fingerprints off the door because ponies have furry hands that cover their finger prints but not humans."

"So are they not fit for the kill?" I asked her.

"I'm not saying their good like we are; they show potential if the right leader shows them the ropes."

"Is that why I was given my own team like you had when you were younger,” I worked alone for quite some time, killing evil slave traders before the organization gave me a message of leading a small group to kill some pony. “I still don’t even know who the people I’m working with.”

When I was younger and was still being taught by my mentor she would tell me tails of her time killing politicians, slave traders, and Templars with her teammates before a falling out happened that disbanded the group. I asked what the accident was and why they couldn't team up anymore. That caused me a month stranded on a small island to fend for myself, she said it was for training but I'm pretty sure she was pissed for what I said.

"Through this door are the stairs, after the stairs is an unlocked metal door, after you open the door there should be your team waiting for your orders."

"Thank you, mentor. What are you going to do now?" I asked her, whenever I meet her during missions I always hear her say "Stuff" or "things", this time will be no different like always for her to just leave the rest to her former student.

"I'm after a lead about a human that has the 'sense ' like you have."

"Really?" to be told by my teacher about such important nature, the most antisocial person I ever known is telling me with no hint of lying to me was a surprise enough.

"As soon as the gala ends, you and your team escapes, I will erase all evidence of me ever setting foot in the castle."

"Well good luck I hope your assignment will be easier than mine." I lifted my arm to give her a handshake when she put both her arms around me to give a hug and released me.

"I'm not your mentor Anon, call me by my name."

"Okay, good bye for now, Adeline." She smiled at me for saying her name, I smiled at her for saying her name, gave her a quick hug and entered inside to start the assassination of Blueblood.

Adeline always tells me patience is the key to a good kill but when I don't know how long I walked down these endless stairs my patience can deteriorate easily. Finally seeing a light in the end of the stairway you see the large iron door unlocked, just as I was going to open the door I hear two voices arguing on the other side, I put my ear on my side of the door and listened closely to what they’re saying.

"For the last time Michael, you are not going to change your assassin clothes for the other one, beside your the one who asked the organization to change your outfit a dozen times and now when you finally said that it suits your taste you want the other one instead." The voice I was hearing sounded southern while the second voice had not accent but still had a bratty tone to it.

"He won't notice and the size looks like it can fit me, I mean it has a fine toned black that is more refined than my own colors, the person who made this was far more talented than the hacks who made mine."

Wasting no more time I opened the door to see two boys pulling my assassin's coat while a third boy was at the opposite door feeding a snake head coming out of his undershirt. Clearing my throat to alert them I walked to the guy with the cowpony hat holding my outfit, reached out my hand, retrieved it from him and went to a corner to change.

"Um, so you’re the Anon guy right?" the one with the bratty voice said.

"If you mean the leader than yes I am, can you tell me who you all are so I won't have to guess your names?"

The three awkward teens snapped into attention and formed a line starting with the large brown coat, the green coat and the fancy white coat. Brown coat guy looked to be the strongest showing his muscular arms by rolling up his right sleeves; he was the first to speak.

"Jonathon, sir, I may not be the stealthiest but if you need a berserker to handle the heavy hitters then I'm your man." Jonathan turned his head to green coat guy shaking like a leaf; he nudged his elbow to green coat causing him to jump from surprise.

"Names Terry, s-sir. This is my partner Sarah my pet snake she's very gentle, if you are injured and need help I can fix you right up, please to meet you, sir!" Terry immediately covered his face with his hood down even further and turned his covered face to the last of the bunch, the white colored guy.

"And I am the elegant, classy, sophisticated and I may add beautiful-"

"His names Michael," Jonah interrupted him and continued to say "a whiny, bratty momma's boy but one of the most skilled sharpshooters that no one can match."

*Humph* "I hate how you described me Jonah but I thank you for complementing my gunmanship." Now that I know who these people are I begin to explain our plan of attack.

"We use only silent concealable weapons which are our hidden wrist blades and the new phantom hidden wrist blades."

Jonah rolled up his left arm to show his hidden blade then rolled it back down. I looked at Terry doing the same as Jonah to show his blade and Michael revealing his hidden bow to confirm what I told them. Finishing the last part of my outfit I put my street clothes in the bin and opened the leading door to start the death of Templar Blueblood.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

“No! Not possible!”

“Please no, not again!”

As soon as we walk another flight of fucking stairs that look like it was made by god for a cruel joke on us. To say the walk of stairs was hell was a far understatement then we originally thought it to be, the trail was putting our feet to ache from the constant steps and it seems like theses stairs felt twice as longer than the first one!

“How far did she say Blueblood is?” I asked them.

“We’re going to the first floor of the castle, find the second floor stairs and start the process all over again.”

A collective *groan* resonated within the stair case, being a leader for…… I don’t remember how long I was a leader due to the fact all my brain cells are collectively killing themselves from the boredom which is walking the dreaded stairs.

“Look! The door everyone!" Shouted Michael with a new look of hope for actually seeing the door and not an illusion.

Dashing towards to salvation I pushed the door open to be engulfed in light making me shut my eyes. Reopening them I see that we are in the halls of the first floor of the castle with no signs of any guards or civilians roaming down this corridor to see me and my sadly exhausted crew. Terry was kneeling down on the bright colored carpet with a look of joy on his face, I looked at Jonah taking off his hat, wiped the sweat off his forehead and turned my head to see Michael fanning himself with his hands as he lays down on a fainting couch that appeared out of know where, what?

“So many Stairs! So many Stairs! So! Many! Stairs!” Michael said putting his left hand over his head, groaning in agony over the stone steps we walked on.

*Chuckles* “Like mom and son, you both are over-dramatic.” He told Michael, putting the hat back on his head he asked me.

“So what’s the next plan, sir?” Jonah asked me.

“Okay, first, you can drop the ‘sir’ and just call me Anon, second, I have a plan that will end this stairs bullshit.”

“So what’s the plan of action?”

“We don’t need to use the first floor stairs.” A huge relief spreads throughout the group as they have a different way to getting on the second floor.

“Yay.” Terry finally spoke up, still lying flat on the tiled floor panting heavily.

“But here’s the catch.” I said to them.

“Oh come on! What now?” Groaned Michael still on the couch, even Jonah starting to feel the fatigue for running for so long that he just wished for whatever I’m about to say can quicken the death of Blueblood.

“Are any of you afraid of heights? Because my plan involves a lot of climbing” I asked all of them.

“I’m afraid of Heights.” Terry replied.

“Due to my size and muscles I’m pretty sure I’ll be even slower climbing.” Jonah said.

“In short you’re too fat,” commented Michael. “I on the other hand have been trained and taught by my magnificent teacher to use any surface to make a perfect shot.” Said Michael recovering faster than Terry or Jonah, my stamina now recovered I told them what my plan involves.

“Since me and Michael have already gained our breaths Terry and Jonah will have to find the first floor stairs, get to the second floor, than when we meet up again we can end the son of a bitch once and for all.”

“And finding the keys to unlock the rest of the human’s right?” Terry asked me.

“Yeah that too. Let’s move guys the gala isn't waiting for us to finish.” I walked to one of the large windows, opened it, looked down to see how far from the ground we are, needless to say it wasn't what I imagined. I finally understand why the stairs seemed so long since the drop to the bottom is over a thousand feet.

“I can see why Terry is afraid of heights but no matter, Michael get off the couch we need to move.”

“Right away Anon,” He sat up from the couch, opened the window, looked down like I did, looked back at me and said. “Shall we be off than?”

[Third person]

*Sigh* “I hope Mike and Anon has better luck than we do Terry.” After Anon and Michael climbed outside the window, shutting it so it won’t be suspicious, left Jonah and Terry to find the second stairs to catch up with the other two.

“I hope their okay outside.” Terry said.

“I just hope we’ll find the damn stairs,” Within the ten minutes of searching they have not yet seen any stairs to use, with such a huge castle it must have more than one stair connecting to all the other floors in the castle. “This getting way out of hand the party could be over and we won’t even know it, do you see any stairs?”

“N-no stairs here, I hope we can find some way of fast traveling up stairs.”

“Then how are supposed to find it with so much ground to cover, this is like trying to find a needle in a haystack.”

They both searched a few hallways that wasn't checked yet and when both of them found pony guards patrolling they decided to hide or knock them out. It was decided by Anon on the way to the first floor that having few deaths will cause less notice. With no signs of progress Jonah asked Terry a personal question.

“So… how’s your relationship with that certain mare? Does your mom not notice her son finally got a marefriend?”

“No, my mom hasn't yet caught wind about her. What about you? Does your older sister know about your relationship?” Terry asked back.

“Applejack is too busy with giving us chores to see what me my marefriend do behind her back, how do you hide your alone time to be together with who you love?”

“I tell her that I’m trying to find more snakes to take care of.”

“Your mother doesn't seem to think you being near poisonous predators are okay, but when you get a small paper cut she would rush you to the hospital in a heartbeat.”

“It’s just her way of showing her love to her son that’s all, do you think we're close to finding any stairs yet?”

Terry and Jonah already gave up on finding the stairs a long time ago, they were even thinking about following Anon’s example, reaching to a window to start climbing they heard a loud *Ding* a couple of doors from where there standing.

Both shrugging their shoulders the two walked to the sound of the *Ding* becoming louder and louder. Reaching where the sound originated they found a metal gate the size of a regular do above the metal gate showed a dial with the numbers with a needle counting down with every *Ding*.

5….. *Ding*….. 4..... *Ding*….. 3….. *Ding*….. 2….. *Ding*….. 1….. *Ding*

The gates opened to show a human sitting in a wooden stool, reading a book not paying attention to the two assassins pointing their weapons by surprise from the person inside the elevator.

“Which floor?” He asked flipping a page then reading it not lifting his gaze to see the teens.

Having no other options of going upstairs they walked inside the elevator, saw the second floor button and chose who would speak up first. With a quick paper rock scissors to decide who it was, Terry lost the game by choosing paper from Jonah winning using scissors.

“T-the second floor, if it’s okay but if not I understand.”

Pushing the button the gates closed and elevator started to move up to the second floor. As they stayed in awkward silence, listening to awful elevator music they heard the *Ding* of reaching the second, saw the metal gates open and stepped out now having the problem to find where the room of Blueblood is.

“Turn left and at the twelfth door is where Blueblood is, you can’t miss since it has his initials.” The elevator worker said.

Surprised at what he said to them Jonah was going to ask how he knows the location but was not fast enough for when the worker pushed a random button, still not taking his sights from his book had the gates closed and the elevator ascending to whatever floor he picked. Leaving the two to listen to his advice they walked to the left of the hall and counted the doors to be in front of Bluebloods room.

“So what's next, knock the door and say ‘hi me and my friend here is going to kill you so can you tell us where you put the key to free those slaves that’ll be great.’ Yeah I’m sure he is cooperative.” Jonah said sarcastically.

“What about that air vent.” Terry pointed a finger at an air duct above the boor to Blueblood. Jonah crouched down to let Terry step on him so he can enter the vent and pulled Jonah inside too.

The vents had just about the right amount of room to move around so both of them can look above Blueblood. Crawling on their stomachs to get a better view from the ceiling grate they spotted the prince at his large desk writing papers. Moving closer to be just above him Jonah counted down to have a simultaneous kill on top of Blueblood before he can defend himself. Just when Jonah counted down to one the ceiling crashed down under them, falling face first on the hard floor. Terry was sure from the crash that their noses are broken and having a slight concussion was also bad to have as well. Head ringing with barely enough to energy to get on their feet they listened to the sound coming in the room. Shaking his head Jonah could start to understand who was speaking to them.

“It’s going to take a lot more to surprise me, monkeys.” Blueblood said to them.

His horn glowed with magic levitating two pistols aimed at their heads. Poking them with the barrel he said.

“Get up; I want to see your faces before I shoot them.”

Having no other choice Terry and Jonah stood up in front of him their faces obscured from the hat and hood. Walking closer the assailants, still watching their movement, Blueblood took the hat on top of Jonah’s head revealing his face.

“I seen this hat before, it was worn by that filthy mare Applejack the friend on that whorse Rarity.”

“Give that to me.” Jonah said using a calm tone to hide his anger for taking his sister’s hat.

“Not wise to order me around since I’m holding the gun,” Looking at Terry Blueblood reached for his hood to his face.

“You shouldn't do that, please.” Terry said.

“What?”

“Touching me is not wise so don't do it.”

“I do whatever I please peasant I’m Prince Blueblood!” Provoked he dropped Jonah’s hat, grabbed terry's hood and was about to pull it down when a flicker of brown emerged underneath Terry’s shirt biting Blueblood's hand.

“Ahh! What did you do you swine!?” Blueblood shouted clutching his painful wound.

“I told you to not touch me; she doesn't like it when strangers touch me.”

“Damn you both, I’m going to end this now!” The pistols floating in the air went in both his hands and pointed at them when a sharp pain came from his back making him drop the guns from the intense pain.

Seeing the chance Jonah dashed towards Blueblood, stabbing the prince’s stomach with his hidden blade, knocked him down on the ground and said.

“Where are the keys?”

*Huff* *huff* “What?” He said weakly.

Not having the time to waste Jonah twisted his weapon further inside Blueblood’s stomach, covered his muzzle to not let any guards come to rescue him and asked again.

“The keys, to free the humans you trade without the consent of ponies you sick fuck.” Jonah said to Blueblood.

“Ha, ha, ha. To late assassin, by the time the party ends at midnight all the humans in those cages will be shipped off to the griffon ambassador, I already given the keys to him an hour ago including the bribes I given to several guards to make sure that no evidence will be connected to him or me, they just can’t stop loving the taste of you humans especially the young ones.”

Jonah had enough of the prince’s bullshit, his disregard for human life made it all the more reason to end his life, he took out his blade from Blueblood’s stomach, stabbed him in his jugular and sliced clean though his neck spilling more blood on the carpet. The death of prince Blueblood has succeeded but saving the prisoners failed.

"Rest in peace, scumbag."

[Anon’s point of view]

Why did you think climbing on the side of a fucking castle on a fucking mountain was a good idea!

I mean sure it sounded like a sound proof plan, in case one team failed the other will execute to job, save the other team than get out. But with the strong cold air blasting at us from all directions, pegasai guards patrolling the skies, barely any place to hide made it a high risk to being spotted in the open.

Just don’t look down, dammit!

Climbing to the second floor Michael spoke up next to me and said.

“Which room Is Blueblood in? The maid told us that he should be at the second level not which room on the second floor.”

Now I should probably say that I also forgot to ask her about which room before we separated, seeing as this is a large castle with millions of rooms but this is where my ‘sense’ comes in handy. Closing my eyes for a brief moment, in retrospect I shouldn't since I am still hanging from a large castle, I opened my eyes again to see my vision change to something else. Every living thing had their own haze of color each different from the other so spotting the rest of the group should be no problem now.

“Do you know where you’re going?”

“There just a few more windows left till where near them keep going.”

“And you know this how?” He asked me.

“My ‘sense’ can see things others can’t see.”

“My teacher told me about special assassins with that gift, eagle vision she called it, I heard it’s a rare case to have especially if you’re born with it.”

And what he said was true, most of the first generation of assassins had the ‘sense’ but though the countless years of battle they diminished one by one without producing the offspring inheriting the ‘sense’.

“I was able to use this vision at a young age, other assassins take more than a few years to harness this gift while mine was easier to use.” It was also the only thing I have that is connected to my birth parents, not even the organization could dig any information on who they were or if they were deserters to the cause either way these eyes are the only thing to remember them by.

Getting closer to the colors they started to be more describable to see, a brown and green color were standing next to each other while a yellow color with two smaller yellow colors had been pointed near their heads. The brown and green must be Jonah next to Terry while the yellow is Blueblood, they must have been spotted by him and are in trouble!

“Blueblood has them hostage, we have to go faster!” Swinging from window to window we arrived to the room showing Blueblood holding our friends taking aim with our hidden bow at his back and fired. It was at that moment when Blueblood was about to pull the trigger me and Michael pulled ours faster. Launching the small arrows it pierced the window, into his back causing him to scream from pain, dropping the guns for Jonah to tackle him on the ground and finished the target with the killing blow.

*Knock* *knock* “Terry let us in; he locked it from the inside.” Michael said.

Rushing forward around the desk to the latch on the window, he opened it for us and went back to check on Jonah. We immediately went to work on finding the keys, even with my eagle vision still on I could not find any clues to where Blueblood hid them. Finding those keys was like finding a needle in a haystack and when you have the sight beyond sight to see anything I want to see made it much more frustrating.

“You won’t find it.” Jonah said to us.

“What do you mean?” I asked pulling book off the shelf to see if a secret switch would activate something useful.

“The bastard gave the key to the griffon ambassador and at midnight will take all the humans to his country.” Frustrated he kicked the lifeless body making some fresh blood to spill more out of the slash mark on Blueblood’s gaping neck wound.

“Anon look, the clock says it’s a halve hour before midnight.” I looked at where Michael was pointing to the clock at the side of the window showing the time till the party soon finishes all the ponies leave including master and that little beast of a girl Diamond tiara.

“Change of plans everyone we need to leave, Terry can you and Jonah climb?” Even if Terry is scared of heights and Jonah is to heavy It didn’t matter since we’re all going to be caught red handed if we stay to long.

“I’m afraid we can’t.” Terry said examining Jonah’s head for any other injury.

“What now?” I’m starting to get tired of these setbacks and if I can’t get a break from all these problems then what’s the point of escaping?

“I and Jonah crashed face first giving us a broken nose including a minor concussion; if we climb down the castle we’ll be much slower than using the stairs.”

“So what do we do, use the stairs again?” Michael said lying on an even fancier couch with his hand over his head striking a dramatic pose.

“Luckily we have a quicker way to get to the first floor.” Jonah told them.

“Really?” I asked him.

“Follow us and we’ll show you.” Jonah, Terry, Michael, and I exited out of Blueblood’s room, taking any evidence of their arrival that can be traced from them, they stand in front of a metal gate with a *ding* sound getting louder reaching the second level.

The gates opened up showing a different worker reading a different book without looking up to see two more assassins pointing their mini cross bows from being surprised by the appearance.

“We did the same thing to but its fine, just get inside and we’ll be in the first floor in no time.” Terry and Jonah entered while the both of us were still confused to trust the worker but desperate time calls for desperate measures.

After minutes of standing in silence with terrible music in the background the gates opened up to show the first floor, Terry and Jonah told us that they remembered where the down stairs are. As I was the last to exit the elevator I turned around to look at the still reading worker.

“Does Adeline know you’re here?” I asked him, I didn’t notice from the start with the new face so I couldn't risk it while my team was around us which is why I purposely stayed behind to ask him.

*Chuckle* “Impressive observation Anon, how can you tell it was me?” Closing his book he peeled the mask off to show his true colors to me. No longer was a pale face man in the elevator but is replaced with a bald dark skinned older man with an amusing grin on his face for seeing past the disguise.

“That book your reading gave it away, I saw you read it during my training days under your sister.”

“You spotted such a small detail in just a few glances, my little sister trained you well, kid.”

“But does she know you’re here?” I asked again.

“No, I’m just here to clean any messes you or Adeline that can hinder the existence of you both being here.”

“What about my team, did you check on them?”

“They are quite funny, and they seem to do better working together then being apart, I’ll make sure to write a good review about your team kill I’m sure their teachers will like how their pupils accomplished the mission."

“Anon, hurry up we don’t want to get caught!” Shouted Jonah a few feet ahead of me, I still want more info about why Adeline’s brother is here but time is running out so I left him at the elevator.

“Wait!” He shouted.

“What now?” I asked.

“Don’t tell them about me, okay? I promised their mentors to stay out of their way and see how well they perform.”

“Fine, if that’s all then I’m going now.” I started to walk away before he told me.

“Good to see you to, Anon.”

“Good to see you to, Achilles.”

Following the rest of the group down the cells we found all cages open with no humans in them.

“Shit! Is the party over?!” Jonah shouted looking at every empty cage.

“No, that can’t be the reason for their disappearance; the elevator has given us a head start.” Terry counter argued.

Looking at the last cage I spotted a clean sheet of paper beneath the paper showed a small clock showing that we have just twenty minutes when the party was over. Reading the paper out loud for the rest to hear from the beginning and said.

“You all performed well as a team and while you were gone we deployed a second team to stop with the illegal trade humans, they have all escaped without being noticed by the guards which hopefully you will do the same.” I scrolled down to the end of the page seeing our assassin’s symbol to confirm the authenticity if it is real or not.

“A second team to set free the human prisoners? How come we didn't know about this Anon?” Terry asked me.

“We can question the details later the watch says we only got less than twenty minutes to find where to be so our families won’t notice.” Looking behind the paper I see more txt to read.

“This room is not where all the humans are being held, the guards in front were bribed by Blueblood to pick the most desirable humans out of the undesirable humans.The real chamber holding the human slaves is on…… the first floor!”

A collective groan resonated in the room amplifying the sound of our protest of using the stairs again.

*Sigh* “Let’s get this over with, the paper says the chamber is on the south side of the castle, get dressed and move out! Time is of the essence!” switching out our cloths in the bin, it was also nice of Adeline to plastic wrap Michael’s suit so he won’t complain, but the other problem right now is.

“What do we do with our other cloths?” Jonah asked.

“Since the maid put the cloths bin here than she would eventually return it back to a laundry room where our assassin’s cloths will be shipped out in secret.” I said.

Running upstairs a third time with more vigor in our legs, we started hyperventilating half way up the steps having it more difficult running in tight suits, finally reached the first floor and told them.

“We *huff* got to go *huff* to the south chamber.” I said tiredly.

I need to work out more.

Dodging the gaze of any guards patrolling the halls we made it to the south chambers, each door was the same but by the end of the hall we saw a large double door with voices behind it. Opening the door discreetly, having a few eyes rather than having the entire room looking at us we casually walked to the corner of the room near the largest group of humans talking and concealed ourselves with the sea of people as our camouflage.

Looking at the small watch again it told me we had just a minute left before the party was about to end. With the hands on the clock reached to midnight all of the people in the room heard loud horns signaling the party was over, the doors opened with an earth pony day guard motioning all of us to be returned to our owners. Exiting out in a file line the guard in the front led us out side of the front of the castle where we see ponies entering their chariots to go home, separating from my group I found my master near a lamp post with his daughter waiting for me.

“Hello Anonymous, how was your experience when we were away?” Phil asked me, her daughter on the other hand just paid attention to the ponies driven home by humans and not me.

“It was uneventful master hope your time at the party was to your liking.” Since we are in public I had to call him master not his real name.

“It was dreadful, Anonymous, prince Blueblood was supposed to meet me at the gala but he did not show up the nerve of him.” A few things that frustrate my master are wasting his time and since Blueblood was indisposed it just made my master think the prince has forgotten to meet Phil.

“You know some royalty are just spoiled master.”

“Indeed they are, it’s getting late and I don’t see any form of transportation around. Let us go to a hotel for the night I don’t think walking at midnight is a bad idea.” Phil walked his daughter down the cement side walk to find a hotel in Canterlot while I still stayed in place, looked back to the castle, turned my eyes to my master and followed him making as much distance to the murder in Blueblood’s room far as possible.

In the morning I’m pretty sure some of the maids will find the corpse of the once prince Blueblood fermenting on the carpet in his room but by the time they try and find who done we’ll be long gone. With a Templar killed and some humans set free I can only imagine what our next Templar we’ll have to kill. Either way it was fun to have a team to kill corrupt ponies for the revolution to tip over to our side. I just hope we can stay a team long enough to create history for humans becoming free.

“Hurry up stupid, or else we’ll leave you here alone!” She shouted.

“Right away milady” Walking the now awakened Canterlot city streets.

I just hope I won’t be caught killing the obnoxious young mare before my next assignment arrives. Oh well, a teen can dream right?

[This story was inspired by this trailer.]

Author's Note

This story has been in my head for quiet some time and I did not really want to write about until I watched this trailer. I hope you all can like, favorite, and follow me to get the new chapters I am writing about this story.

Like always this is Brotherhoof12 saying "man, I wish I was an assassin."