My Little Madness: Has Nothing To Do With Spartans

Celestia woke up from her daze, and found herself in some sort of restraint system, pinning her wings to her side, and clamping down on her horn, preventing her from using magic.

"You cannot do this to me!  If I am not released in time to lower the sun, then Chaos shall spread through the land, and Discord shall reawaken!"  Celestia pleaded, helpless.

"Yeah, whatever the fuck that means."  Said one of the Auditor's elite guards escorting her as he nudged a 1337 Grunt.

"Please, you do not know the consequences of your actions!"  Celestia continued.

"Hey, you.  See this gun?  I would kill you right now if the Auditor didn't want you so badly, now shut up."  Said the 1337 Grunt as he pistol-whipped her, sending her back into unconsciousness.

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Hank dashed to the edge of the cliff overlooking the rest of Canterlot, and jumped.  He'd survived longer falls.  He landed with a thud, and got right back to action.  There seemed to be... pastel colored ponies everywhere.  He'd seen stranger.  He sprinted towards what looked like an exit from the town, when he was halted by a group of white... unicorns in polished gold armor.

"Stop right there, and come with us!"  One of them said, and approached him as the others followed.

He took out his gun, and methodically executed them.  He broke off one of the horns, as it could come in handy as a weapon later.

He continued, the ponies backing from him, seemingly scared out of their wits by the sight of death.  Hank wondered why, it wasn't exactly uncommon.  Then again, this was crazy.  It was Madness. It always had been.  Ever since he was denied that pie...  He snapped himself out of his train of thought, and continued on.

"There's the murderer!  Stop the creature!"  Another group of armored unicorns shouted as they rounded the corner.  Hank took aim at them, and fired, he hit the first one straight in the chest, killing it, and shifted aim to the next one, who put a some sort of magic barrier when he shot at it.  He charged at it, pulling out the horn he had taken, and stabbed at it, breaking the barrier and impaling it in the eye.  The other two charged, hurling some sort of energy ball at him.  Hank sidestepped the first one, and shot at the other, hitting it directly, but doing nothing, the ball continued and blasted him to the ground.

Hank pulled himself up, holding the side of his chest, his overcoat burnt and blasted open by it, revealing blistered and burnt flesh, and rolled under one of the charging unicorns, and grabbed its tail, halting it.  The unicorn slammed onto its hindquarters, and he leaped onto its back, it reared, and he used the momentum from that to swing down and in front of it, while still holding onto its neck, snapping it with a sharp crunch.

Royal Guard Lieutenant Frost Breeze had just watched some sort of  hairless monkey wrapped in black cloth brutally murder his men.  He charged at the creature, and it effortlessly flipped over him, but Frost countered, bucking as the creature came down.  It crashed to the ground, but threw itself back up, and at him.  Frost lunged at the jumping figure as it flew at him, and stabbed at it with his horn.  It seemed to be oblivious, about to impale itself on his horn, when it grabbed its horn and kneed him in the face, with Frost's sharp horn inches from its chest.  As it kneed him, it propelled itself sideways, still tightly grasping his horn and wedging its foot in between the gap from his lips and gum, beginning to tear the nerves and tendons gluing his horn to his skull.

Hank tore the unicorn's horn clean off of its head, and jammed it, nerve endings still aiming at the pony, into its left eyeball.  It impacted and crushed its eye with a satisfying squishing sound.  The unicorn howled, and toppled, blood flowing from its eye and horn socket, screaming on the ground.  Hank left it there to die, and continued on.  He kept walking at a brisk pace and pulled out a silencer, screwing it onto the barrel of his weapon, and killing the unaware guards at the gate, and strolled past it.

There was some sort of train up ahead, and his approach was scattering ponies as he continually and mercilessly killed all who approached him.  The train began to leave, picking up speed.  He leaped at the speeding train, catching onto a decorative swirl coming off from the roof of one of the cars, and swung back.  He kicked his legs out, and smashed through the window, landing on another one of the ponies.  He began heading forward towards the next car, when a patrolling guard struck him from behind.  It was a "normal" pony, with no horn, so it only knocked him to the floor.  He did a half-roll, catching himself in a handstand, and throwing himself at the pony, kicking it in the muzzle.  It recoiled in pain, and he curb-stomped on its neck, killing it.  He continued on, heading towards a strangely ornate car decorated to look a bit like the night sky...

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The Auditor was taking residence in a large cavern beneath his entrance point into this new world.  It was so pure... so innocent... he planned to change that.  He had already captured what seemed to be one of the leaders of the land.  He so craved consuming it... it had so much untapped hatred and power.  At that thought, his flames surged, and consumed one of the 1337 agents next to him.  The other paid no mind, knowing that nothing good could come from that.

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Sanford picked himself up, and assisted Deimos as well.  They were on a cliff overlooking a large, colorful city full of spires.  As they gazed over it, trying to plot an escape route.  They did not notice the pair of Royal Guards descending on them as they strategized, and they were tackled to the ground.

"Who are you, and what is your purpose?"  They asked them in harmony.

"Wha- Oh, I'm uh... Sanford.  That's Deimos."  Sanford replied.  He had no idea what was going on, but after getting crushed by a building, strange things had tended to happen to them.  Talking to a pegasus though?  That was weird.

"Purpose?"  The larger pegasus asked, applying more pressure to Sanford.

"Uh, to help Hank.  We think he's here to."  Sanford said.

"Hank... was he the one who went into Canterlot?"  The guard asked.

"Uh, yeah.  He's wearing black clothing, and some red goggles, with some visible bandages."  Sanford said.

"He has been slaughtering our guards!"  The large one, seeming to be the leader of the two, said, and completely pinned Sanford.  Deimos however, was under a considerably smaller pony.  He elbowed it in the ribcage, and it recoiled, reflexively pumping its wings.  The single flap was enough though, to lift it just enough for Deimos to roll out from under it, and grabbed onto its wing, pulling it sideways, and crashing it headfirst into the ground, with a nice crackle as it crushed its muzzle on the hard cobblestones.  The larger one leapt up at the sight of his friend being beaten into the ground, and flew straight at Deimos hooves ready to strike, when Sanford leaped onto him, and stabbed its wing with his signature Grappling Hook.  It crashed to the ground, crippled.

"Just kill me now, you beasts.  End my suffering.  It seems your purpose is to spread madness, and we need none of that here."  It said, wincing at every little movement it made.  Deimos and Sanford approached him, and fulfilled his request, each grabbing its neck, pinning it, and twisting in the same direction, instantly killing it.  They proceeded to slide down the steep cliff, landing in a hard tumble at the bottom.  Directly in front of them, a pile of mutilated unicorns lay.

"Sanford, this doesn't feel right.  It's like they don't want to fight.  I wonder what compelled Hank to do that?"  Deimos commented.

"I dunno, let's ask him when we find him."  Sanford said.

"Still doesn't feel right, San."  Deimos said, and they ventured on.

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Lieutenant Frost Breeze was still alive.  Very alive.  The Auditor was sure.  He sensed the hatred and shared goals inside the nearly dead stallion.  The Auditor cast his necromantic powers on him, and Frost Breeze was cast in a crimson glow.  He rose from the cobblestone street, and began to shudder.  A dark tendril began to form where his eye had been, limply hanging from the socket.  His bright ice-blue coat began to darken, and a sharp, blade like protrusion grew out where his horn had been.  The Auditor spoke.

"We share a common enemy."  He said.

"We do."  The newly resurrected Frost Breeze said.

"Frost Breeze no longer is a fitting name, you may be aware."  The Auditor said.

"I am aware."  Frost replied, monotonously.

"How about... Crimson Shadow."  The Auditor pseudo-suggested.

"I like that.  Crimson Shadow."  Crimson Shadow replied.

"Now, about our goals.  We must kill Hank."  The Auditor said.

"We must, and we shall."  Crimson said.

Chapter Body Count: 10.  Huh.  Not that much for a Madness Combat-Based Story.  Well, better ramp this shiz up.