My Little Griffon: The Red Paw

Grand Finale
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“All good things must come to an end.” ~Geoffrey Chaucer
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Pinkie Pie stood at the middle of what appeared to be the dining car. Gilda and Clive were at the door that led from the lounge car.

“Ooh, are you spies or something?” Pinkie asked cheerfully, “Oh, and have you seen my friend, Spike? He’s a purple baby drag...” Pinkie’s rant was ended with a brass shoe to the head from Gilda. Pinkie moaned pitifully from where she lay on the ground.

Gilda removed the two shoes from her front paws, pulled back her mask, and drew her Arcumsire.

“Whu...” Pinkie looked dizzily up, “G-Gilda?”

Gilda grabbed Pinkie by the throat and hoisted her up to eye level.

“That’s right, you stupid little bitch,” Gilda spat, she poked Pinkie in the ribs with the barrel of her Arcumsire.

“Gilda?” Clive asked cautiously, making sure she wasn’t planning on killing the pink mare.

“You almost got me killed, you dumb little shit,” Gilda continued, “Put your hoof up against the wall there,” she gave another poke.

“What?”

“Hoof against the wall, dumbass!” Gilda roared, beginning to get sick of Pinkie’s idiocracy.

“Like...this?” Pinkie asked, putting her left forehoof against the wall of the car.

“Yeah, stupid, like that,” Gilda shifted her aim and nailed Pinkie’s foreleg to the wall with her Arcumsire.

Pinkie gasped in shock, staring at the bolt sticking out of her foreleg. Gilda took a step back and threw a punch to Pinkie’s gut. Pinkie doubled over in even more pain. This time she cried out.

“How’s that feel, you dumb...” Gilda was knocked backwards, her air leaving her lungs and knocking Clive over behind her.

“What the hell is going on here!” Rainbow Dash yelled in Gilda’s face, “Who are y...Gilda?” Dash did a double take.

Gilda jabbed her Arcumsire’s barrel into Dash’s ribs, sending her back. Gilda hopped up and leveled her Arcumsire at the pegasus’s wing. She pressed the trigger, but then remembered that she had put the bolt into Pinkie’s leg.

“What...what...” Dash confusedly took in the scene, trying to make sense of it all, “What the fuck is going on?”

Gilda ignored the colorful pegasus’s talk and instead decided to attack, leaping forwards and swiping a paw at Dash’s head. Dash hopped back, but got a second swipe to the face. She hopped forwards, driving a hoof at her assailant. Gilda shrugged off the blow and tackled Dash back to the ground.

Dash drove her rear hooves into Gilda’s belly, sending her up and away, Dash scrambled to her hooves to prepare a counter maneuver. She never got the chance.

Gilda landed squarely on Dash’s back, driving her into the ground and knocking the breath out of her. She grabbed Dash by her mane and slammed her head into the ground, dazing the pegasus.

“You never were that good at martial arts,” Gilda taunted, “You think that you can even come close to what I can do?”

“Gilda, we’re running out of time,” Clive reminded.

“Right, do you have a tranquilizer?” And then they ran out of time.

The train was supposed to run head on into a wad of fully exploded plastic. Instead, the plastic erupted right under the lounge car.

The separator between the dining and lounge cars was torn away as the latter was pushed up into the air. At its speed, it was launched forwards and upwards before coming crashing down onto the ground and going into a roll. It tumbled off as the dining car began to tilt back and forth.

“What the fuck!” Clive yelled, looking behind him as the many cars began piling up, smashing together in one large metallic heap.

And then the dining car tipped over. Gilda was thrown away, her head colliding with the wall. Everything went black.
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Gilda awoke to pain. Her right foreleg pained her the most, followed closely by her head and then the rest of her.

She got to wobbly feet, stumbling in the process. She looked painfully at her arm, seeing it bent at an abnormal angle.

“F...uck,” she muttered.

There was a cough, “Gil-Gilda?”

Her head snapped up, immediately spinning and causing her to feel sick. She fought back the rising of her guts and looked to see Clive. He was laying on his back...with a large metal rod protruding from the right side of his chest. Blood dribbled down out of his beak.

“Shit...C-Clive!” She stumbled forwards.

“That f-fuckface, Kyne...blew the plastic too late,” Clive said, wincing again in pain.

“Damnit!” Gilda struck the ground, which happened to be the side of the knocked over dining car, “Damnit, damnit, damnit!”

“Gilda,” a new voice began, “What the hell is going on!?”

Gilda looked up to see Dash, a set of yards away, balancing on her two rear legs and aiming Clive’s loaded Arcumsire at her. It seemed to have survived the crash and was still fully functional, but that meant nothing if the user had no fingers or talons.

Gilda looked around and picked up her own Arcumsire, it wasn’t loaded, but she had a few unbroken bolts left. Gilda looked behind her but didn’t see anything but darkness. Had the rest of the train kept going? That didn’t matter, all that mattered was that she exact her revenge.

Gilda tried to pull the string back, but her right arm assailed her with pain and she fell to her knees. With two paws, the string was easy to pull back, but with only one it was much harder.

“So help me, Celestia, if you don’t stop loading that damn thing I’m going to shoot you, Gilda! Tell me what the hell is going on here!” Dash yelled, the Arcumsire trembling in her hooves.

Gilda remained silent, her left paw slipped and the string snapped taught, eliciting a curse from her. She looked just beyond Dash to see Pinkie Pie. The pony wasn’t moving, but she couldn’t tell whether or not that included her breathing. It didn’t matter, she’d make sure that neither of these ponies were breathing by the time she was done.

“What happened?” Dash pleaded, “Stop loading that fucking thing and let’s talk. I don’t want to shoot you but I will if I have to!”

Gilda strained to pull the string back. Inch by inch it ascended to the final point.

Dash tried to pull her weapon’s trigger, but found that her hoof wouldn’t quite cut it. She seethed quietly at the device as she tried to get her hoof in far enough to pull the trigger.

“The second that I have this thing loaded,” Gilda said to Dash, “You’re going to die, Dash.”

“Why! What the hell is going on? What are you doing here? Why are you trying to kill us?”

Gilda kept her eyes focused on the Arcumsire as she slowly pulled back the string. Her left paw strained and she wanted to use her right, but it was too painful. She was almost there.

Clive coughed, “Watch...watch out. She’s...” Clive’s weak voice faded as he winced in pain. Gilda looked up to see Dash sticking what looked like a fork into the trigger guard and using it as a lever against the trigger.

“Shit!” Gilda felt a rush of adrenaline fill her. She ignored the pain in her right foreleg and pulled the string the rest of the way back. Gilda flipped the barrel skyward and dropped a bolt in before shouldering it and taking aim.

There was a single snap-click of an Arcumsire followed by a thwack of a bolt hitting its target. The target gasped as the bolt entered her chest, she let her Arcumsire fall to the ground before collapsing backwards and laying still.

The End
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Naw, just kidding! Not the end yet!
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Rainbow Dash’s eyes stared blankly at Gilda. The griffon lay on her back, a single bolt protruding from her chest.

Dash looked down to the Arcumsire in her hooves, confusedly noting that the string was still pulled all the way back in the cocked position. It was still loaded.

Clive sputtered, looking at Dash then at Gilda, then back at Dash. It was then that his eyes found the figure behind her, “F-Ful-Fulton?” He said confusedly.

“What?” Dash asked, “No, I’m Rainbo...” the rest of her words were turned to gibberish as the griffon behind her jabbed a dart into her neck and she fell flat on her face.

Fulton picked the Arcumsire from her unconscious body and walked over to Clive. He looked over the other griffon before leveling the Arcumsire and putting the bolt through Clive’s skull, killing him instantly.

“Find any survivors?” Fulton asked, turning on his heel and dropping the Arcumsire amid the ruin.

“No survivors could be found,” replied a Zebra, “Aside from those two that we’ve bound.”

“Good,” Fulton said, “Bind these two,” he gestured to Pinkie and Dash, “They’re coming with us.”
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To be Continued...
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Author's Notes: So my first Fan Fiction comes to an end, well sorta. I do plan on making a part two to this story line, but I'll be working on another story first so don't expect My Little Griffon: Underground (name liable to change(EDIT: It did, now it's called The Network)) for some time. However, if you're interested, Spiritus Malum should be showing up in a matter of days. Either way, I want to thank all my readers for reading and giving me those faves and likes. Without you I might as well have not ever created MLG:TRP.