The King Mob of Manehattan

A week has past, and Hearth's Warming is coming up fast. We needed to end this small little gang war fast. I keep checking my magically silenced magnum. "Oh boy, helping a princess indirectly, Bullet, aren't I a genius?" I ask sarcastically. We were in a carriage that had some nice bullet proof armor, weighed about two tons and is my favorite carriage since I just had to spray paint it. Bullet Count sighs in annoyance.

"You didn't plan any of this Fire, I am pretty sure you cussed the princess out in your sleep last night," he says in a bored voice, grabbing a few chuckles from our comrades. That Russian dude gave us some help with ammo, saying if it would help us help him technically, he'll help. It's a weird way of looking at it, but it works. I feel like I am built up for this stuff as I feel my trigger finger itching. Bullet Count read my expression and sighed. "Fire Shot, you are gonna get a vacation after this, literally I can feel your sanity slipping."

"Don't worry, I'm fine," I say. He shook his head.

"No you're not, you need a big vacation after this. I bet some time back at 'hatten will help," he says. It's my turn to shake my head as I put up my magnum. The gang war was sorted into a simple kind of battle. Yes, rules are on everything. Even gang wars. They're simple, bring about eight men, two have pistols, two have rifles, two have smgs, and the last two have whatever. The last two are normally the leaders of the gang, hence me and Bullet Count. We come to a stop as we hear the sound of yelling.

"Move it men! We don't know when these Hellbringers are coming! They may already be her so move!" A masculine voice yelled. All of a sudden, the carriage shook and fell over on its side. We got out quickly before a canon ball ripped through it.

"They have a freaking canon?! The hell?!" I yell. I glare over at the canon shooter and he yells at my glare. This prompts him to speed up with reloading in order to fire me, but he was too late as I merely got out my gun and sent a bullet to his head. "Dumbass."

"Merde! Zey're here!" A French accented pony yells.

"Open fire!" The supposed leader yells. Judging by the fact that he's the only one shouting orders, I think he's the leader. Gun fire sounded through the street as bullets fly everywhere. I jump for cover successfully, though Bullet Count wasn't as lucky. A bullet had found its mark in the gryphon's chest, near his heart. He equals out of pain and goes limp. I panic and pull him over to cover. He was only a foot away from safety. I look at his gun wound, my rage starting to boil over. I called over one of my guys to keep watch on him while I take care of this my way. With blood on my hooves and wings, I grab my magnum, smiling with gritting teeth. To say I literally went insane was an understatement at this point. I ran out, guns blazing as each billet was successful at hitting an enemy. I duck for cover again through the window of a cafe. I peek out to shoot two or three rounds before reloading. One of my guys runs over to me, an expression of terror on his face.

"Sir, I have something of value, but I don't know how to use it," he says. I extend my hoof to grab it. He gets out a grenade launcher and I look at him like he's stupid.

"Okay, point at an enemy, pull the trigger, and try to kill someone else, but judging by the expression you have, you're too damn petrified. So, give it here and I'll get this done and over with," I say. He hands it to me and I get out of cover to fire a few grenades. The battle was over with in either fifty minutes to an hour and a half. I finally get to the boss, and I throw away my grenade launcher since I do not have any more ammo for it. I pull out my magnum, glaring at the boss gang leader.

"Heh, hello, my name is-" the leader started, but I shot his leg. He screams in pain, doubling over.

"I don't care. You probably costed me my best friend, and you think I care? I have news for you buddy, I couldn't give two craps on what your name is, who you are, or why you did what you did, but when you shot my friend, ohoho," I laugh, walking slowly towards him. I start recording with my phone as I get to him. He looks up, breathing heavily. "Now, I'm going to let you go if you say the magic word for something like that," I say. "Everyone you get an answer wrong, I'll shoot a part of you. Go."

"What?!"

"Wrong," I shoot his other front leg.

"Agh!" He yells.

"Wrong again." I shoot his third leg.

"Please!" He desperately yells.

"You suck at this game," I say. I shot his final leg. "Last chance," I say warningly. He starts sobbing and weeping loudly in distress.

"I'm sorry!" He yells. I smile.

"Good," I say. "Hope the afterlife is good to you," I state. He goes wide eyed.

"B-but you said-"

"I said I'd let you go, I never specified where," I say before his brain got a bullet.

I nervously sat in the waiting room in the gang's place in Canterlot. I'm glad we decided to make a med-bay. "Mr Shot, Bullet wants to see you," says one of the doctors. I walk into the room, my eyes glued to the gryphon on the table, breathing steadily.

"Sup Fire Shot? Did you kill him?" He asks. I nod and pull out my phone to show the video. After the video, he sighs. "You desperately need a break Fire Shot, if you go on like his to no end, you'll go crazy," he says.

"Yeah, guess I'll go do that," I say. He nods.

"Also, don't tell Ruby, she'll kill me," he says. The door behind me slams open.

"Not only will I kill you, I'm going to bring you back to life so that I could kill you again!" Ruby yells. I flinch at the voice. She stomps to me, grabs me by the ear and starts dragging me away. She turns around and slaps me across the face. "I cannot believe you! You brought him to a gang war?! We're not immortal or invincible you moron!" She screams. "If I so much as head that he got hurt again I will personally get down her and beat your ass, do you hear me?!" She yells. I nod, afraid to say anything. She nods with anger and rushes over to Bullet Count. "You're not out of the woods yet, you are still in big trouble." She whispers loudly. Deciding to protect myself, I leave quickly before more yelling ensued.