Life of Conmane

     The fury I held as I approached the manor was unbearable. I desired to break Iron Hoof to a poor, self-loathing stallion however at the same time I did not wish for things to reoccur as they did with the mystery mugger. I neared the entrance and stopped, where the front doors were there was a pool of blood and a hole in the wall, along with a clump of light magenta hair drove me over the edge. He had the nerve, the sheer stupidity at this point, to leave a clump of Bon Bon's bloody hair along with a pool of her own blood at the entrance. "IRON I'M COMIN FOR YA YOU WORTHLESS INGRATE!" I blew an even larger hole in the wall that disorganized all the little knickknacks he had and scattered their bits and pieces throughout the foyer.

     Charging down the hallway magic ready I blew open every door as I passed by it like a scene from a horror movie where I was the killer and Iron was the victim. It would be this way only I'm the rogue justice and Irons the evil of the town. I reached the end where there was an old rusty metal door pushed open with cracked wooden stairs leading downwards for what appeared to be a bottomless abyss. Turning the tip of my horn into an orange light source I descended the ominous stairs and ended up at the stone floored bottom after the passage of a few seconds. I made my magic light even brighter in order to see more of the room but to my surprise it was more than just a room.

     What I perceived to be simply some small old room turned out to be a giant warehouse like space. Along the edges of the basement wall were various workout machines and tools along with numerous broken blocks and slabs ranging from wood to gemstone. In the center was the madman of the town; Iron Hoof. He was sitting in the center of the room with a photo in his hands and tears in his evil yet despairing eyes. He looked directly at me and yelled"you took her from me, you took my precious Bon Bon from meeeeee..." At this point I was about ready to call the asylum and get a reservation for him. "I didn't do jack SHIT, your the ASSHOLE who KILLED her!" I yelled back angrily and defiantly, hoping I would scare him a bit. "I know I killed her, but if I couldn't have her, nopony could. She was my perfect mare for life, beautiful, graceful, compassionate, and sweet. Sure she didn't necessarily like being my sex slave, but she would have adapted and eventually learned to love me as much as I loved her."

     If I would have to rate my anger at that moment from 1 to 10. It would be a solid 100. " YOU SICK PERVERTED BITCH! BON BON CLEARLY DIDN'T LOVE YOU, BUT YOU STILL WENT AND ENSLAVED HER AGAINST HER WILL. I'M HERE TO BALANCE THE SCALES" my horn was fizzing as I got ready to shoot a beam through the front of his face and out the back. "Well you shan't kill me yet, for I have an old friend who would love to say hello" at that moment a pegasus picked me up from behind and threw me across the basement. The crude impact to my back from landing caused the wind to be forced out of my lungs uncomfortably. I looked up to see my assailant only to meet the ominous glare of Tommy Nug. "Greetings my friend, you see I was looking for you when a certain wealthy pegasus hinted to me that you were hiding here like a coward with your lover. So I've come back to finish what I started." And with that the beating began.

     He the first few minutes of being hit hard by his hooves and brown around the room were painful but not to much so. After a while though I began blacking out from occasional time to time and Tommy noticed this and made sure to it my head more. Whilst being tossed for the hundredth time at a wall Tommy made sure to smack my fizzing horn with his hoof as I went flying. The moment I hit the wall an orange beam shot out of my horn and through Tommie's chest. The power of it was so intense I slammed my head backwards enough to make me scream in pain. "A-a-against all odds you still beat me you little bi..." He stopped short as his wings gave up and his corpse slammed hard onto the concrete floor. The hole in his chest was large enough for me to put my hoof through and a large pool of blood grew until it began soaking Irons black fur.

     "To be honest I didn't think he would be able to kill you without some sort of countermove, however I didn't expect him to up and die before you did, well this complicates the matter." He said floating up and towards me. "Have you noticed that no cops have shown up at all? Not even at the bench did a cop show. Why you might ask? Because I own the damn cops, they are mine and if they dare attack me I'll leak their secrets to the whole town. So don't expect any savor to come by." His right hoof began vibrating, slowly at first, than rapidly as he got closer to me. "My hoof only does this when I'm getting ready to throw a punch strong enough to KILL" at that point I tried moving or doing anything to escape it my body wasn't ready to move after the severe beating I had received. Then I remembered what my father had told me once when he wasn't drunk which was rare"if you ever get into trouble, which will happen, focus on somepony around you and pay especially more attention to their cutie mark and imagine their special talent. Only do this when I'm dead and your in serious trouble."

     I did so immediately without hesitation. I looked at Iron Hoof slowly descending down to me and paid extra attention to the iron hammer on his flank and remembered how hard he could punch. Suddenly my horn began glowing brightly and my hooves gained a magical orange aura around them. My strength had returned tenfold and right as he was on top of my hoof retracted ready to end this I said softly"I won't go that easily." And shot my left hoof from the ground across his face from left to right in one swift motion that occurred so fast I had the see the end result to realize it happened. Iron Hoof's face was contorted into a surprised smile, eyes wide and bulging as his neck was twisted to the right at a complete 180 degree turn. He crumpled to the floor as his wings stiffened and fell limp against the concrete floor. I lied there, the beaten but victorious hero.

     "And what comes after that?" Asked the curious and excited pony sitting on the bench next to me. "Well I got out and to he hospital for a few weeks, got out and went to Bon Bon's grave, and here I am now only months after this ordeal occurred." He looked at me with an essence of excitement and concern. I knew what he was thinking before he even said it. "How do I know all of this happened?" He asked nearly exactly as I had thought he would. "Well Iron's manor is still there albeit ruined and abandoned, Bon Bon's grave is in the Ponyville cemetery, and lastly your sitting on Bon Bon's blood stain on the bench." He got up immediately and put his writing supplies back into his saddle bag and responded"well you can expect to see this story all over the news headlines in Manehattan, but I have one last question for you"

"And what would that be?"

"What do you want your ventures to be titled?"

"Hmm, something catchy and that signifies it's my story, how about life of Conmane?"

The end