Stinger

                    "Honey if you would kindly make me some dinner." cooed the prince to his lover. "My dear,if you would allow me to change in to something more fitting for tonight's occasion then yes i would." chrysalis snapped back.

    The young prince in his early twenty's rolled his eyes, but licked his lips at tonight's morsel. Not dinner,but her.  Her pet name was Chrissy,respectfully. They had been involved with each other for a considerable amount of time, and their trust was strong. He settled into his favorite chair overlooking his partially ruled city. It was beautiful.

   "dinner is ready,my prince." called Chrissy.

"Thank you dear. i'll be in soon." replied the prince.

After countless minutes of watching the sun sink below the horizon, he stood from is chair and began to walk the length of the hall to the dinning room. Much to his disadvantage he felt a false since of security inside his home on the edge of one of Canterlots  finest establishment neighborhoods Crystal mine. Little to his knowledge a sniper lay clad in black less then two hundred meters from him, looking down his scoped rifle. attached was a silencer and a extended barrel. At this distance and little to no wind the shot was unmissable.

There was no scream. No noise. The shot had found its mark, appearing just below the ear. a total shot, and so it was done. So it appeared.

She appeared out of nowhere pink eyes black mane and a green coat. Leader of a infamous gang Ivy storm had come from a rich childhood.

   "Is it done?" Ivy asked.

   "Yes ma'am." the sniper nodded.