Rise of a Bounty Hunter

I twiddled my thumbs as I looked around the train car. It looks nice-ish. It's clean, I'll give it that. Maker, I hate trains. We had cars, buses, cabs, hell, there are even a few planes we could have taken, but no, I had to be interrogated by the asshole sitting across from me, ON A TRAIN. I brought my gaze back to the bounty board official. He just stared back. Did I say I hate trains? I do, but I hate train rides with other people even more. By myself, I can tolerate it, but force me to ride with someone else, and I'll die. The silence is usually good for me, -gives time to think- but right now it is slowly killing me with a rusty spork.

"Can we get on with it Mr. Pen, please." I begged. He just stared at me with a smirk that begs me to beat it off his stupid, fucking face. He knows I'm uncomfortable, he knows I hate this moment happening right now, and he loves it. If I knew moving would run me into so much fucking tape that I have to cut through with dull safety scissors, I would have just shot myself and blow this migraine all over the people behind me.

"I guess we can," he states with an indifferent tone, bordering on self amusement, "well, I'm going to ask you a few questions to ensure your honesty and what not, then I'm going to..."

"Get on with it!" I interrupted impatiently. I swear I will choke him out right here in front of these other nice people. He just raised an eyebrow and peered over his glasses.

He sighed "Name?"

"Rise Aero."

"Date of birth?"

"December first, 979 BLR."

"Any medical conditions?"

"Acrylic Brush's disease or E.M.A. Type 1, which ever title fits your fancy." He puts the paper and pencil down and looks at me as if I just told him the clouds were raining skittles. Being that he is a doctor, I'm assuming he knows about the rare, and fatal, condition.

"How long have you had E.M.A.?" I thought back to when I was diagnosed when I was a teenager.

"Ten years or so." He didn't believe me, if that look at anything to say about.

"Do you mind if I do scan of you to prove that you're not bullshitting me right now?" I nodded. To be honest I should have expected this. He raised his hand as a light grey aura enveloped it and myself. It tingles. After a few minutes, his silver eyes went wide.

"How in Equestria are you still alive?" He said, clearly baffled. I just laughed.

"I won't be for too long now. It doesn't matter, let's continue." after a bit of arguing, we continued the interview until we stopped at the station in Ponyville. I got up, grabbed my luggage, shook his hand, and left. It was my stop. On the platform, guards were stopping people at a table and scanning them for illegal goods and all that business.

I took a seat at on of the benches and rubbed my temples. This migraine had worsened, and now every joint in my body ached as if I just attempted a body builders workout routine. I pulled a small black case out of my bag and opened it. Inside were sixty vials of a yellow orange liquid. I took one out and drank it. This is how I'm alive right now. Mr. Pen was right to be surprised. Most with E.M.A. don't make past four years after they are diagnosed with it.

Excessive magical absorption, or E.M.A., occurs when one's body absorbs more natural magic then it can hold. It can be caused by an outside source, type 2, or it could be purely genetic, type 1. As the magic piles up, it causes severe pain, stage one. After two years, your crippled, unable to move without being hit with white hot agony, stage two. within the next couple of years, your body just quits. Unable to deal with the extra magic, or the pain, no one has been able to figure it out.

But, here I am. Ten years and the worst I feel nowadays is a migraine because of this potion. An apothecary had a daughter with E.M.A., and he made it his life's work to create a potion to battle it. She died before he got it however. He didn't give up, though. He went to the hospital where they housing me to see if he can find anyone willing to test his newest batch. I was willing. The potion absorbs the extra magic in your system. At first, it worked for two months, but as time goes by, my body absorbs more and more, and today, I take one every two days.

I close the case and stand up. I go to walk around the table and hopefully avoid being frisked. I almost made it when I heard a sharp whistle. I turned toward the table and saw two guards, the one was waving me over.

"You have been chosen for a random search." They gotta know I'm a bounty hunter. Did the board send word ahead? One of the guards pulls out a small basket and places it on the table. "Please place any thing that might mess with the scan in this basket." Well, shit.

I pulled the revolver from under my coat and put it in the basket. They simultaneously raised an eyebrow. I then pulled the pistol from my side holster and placed it in the basket as well. Then I crouched down and pulled a smaller handgun from my boot. To say they were surprised would be an understatement. I pulled out two knifes from my other boot, and a pocket knife from my, well, my pocket. They just looked at the basket and back up at me.

"Do you have authorization to carry all of these armaments, son?" The closest guard finally asked. I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out my bounty hunter badge. His face went from confused to a grimace. "Oh, of course, we heard a bounty hunter was moving in." Why he was clenching his teeth, I don't know.

"Yeah, well I heard it's a nice town. Figured I could use the quiet." He held up a hand to interrupt my explanation of why I wanted to move in.

"Frankly, son, I don't give a shit why you want to live here. Your kind ain't welcome." Again, well, shit. He's one of those people who thinks all I do is kill people for money, and spend that money on drugs and prostitutes. Asshole. "I suggest you move back out as soon as you can, cause no one is going to want you here." At this point I've already put weapons back into their appropriate holsters. I grabbed my bags.

"Yeah, well, fuck you then." I walked of the platform and pulled out a map of the town. The house I'm moving into is just outside of the market close to where I am now. As I begin my walk, I here giggling behind me. I turned around, but I didn't see anyone. After looking around for a minute, I determined that the noise was in my head, and I needed a nap. When I turned around, I was assaulted by pink. The woman was wearing a pink and blue dress with an apron over it, and she just keeps staring. "Um.. hi?"

She gasped and ran off. I stood up and dusted off my ass, and walked to my new home. I opened the door a peered in. It wasn't too spacious. They had already moved the furniture in. I walked over to the fridge and opened it. It was empty. Yeah, I need to go shopping tomorrow after I meet with the guard captain here. I head up to the second floor. It only had two rooms up here. A bedroom and a bathroom. I stepped into the bedroom and made my way to the bedside stand and opened the drawers. Both were empty, so I put my vial case in the bottom and the smaller pistol in the top one. I then unpacked my clothes. It was dark out now. I stripped down to my boxers and laid down. I had a lot to do tomorrow, and I needed sleep. I reached over and turned the lamp off.