The King Mob of Manehattan

I tried my best to see if I can see a thing, but to no avail. It's really not too different then back on Earth. I wish people don't put paper bags over my heads. I felt myself sit down and the paper bag was lifted off my head. I see Alvin Cal Pone, CEO of Pontek. A disgusting lying pony. I'm not better, but I have standards when it comes to being kidnapped. I rather be put in the back of a truck. It's quite comfortable once you're used to it. I got used to it because I was kidnapped multiple times. It's amazing when you get to realize how much patience I have.

"How much do you know Mr Mous?" Alvin asked, patting his hand with the bat with his magic.

"I don't think it matters now," I said.

"Does anyone else know?" He asks grimly. I spat at his hooves

"I wish," I said. Alvin snickers before a baseball bat hits my face. I spat out some blood and smiled through the pain. "No need to batter up some trouble, it's not a walk in the ball park for me," I said, annoying Alvin.

"Shut up with the puns," he said.

"Okay screwball," I said, earning another bat to the face.

"I said shut up," Alvin reminded.

"I know, but as much as I'm enjoying this type battery, I'm not gay," I said. He bats me again, making me cry out in pain.

"Another word, I dare you," he challenged. Silence ensues. "Right, now I'm going to make a deal with you," he said. I looked up. "You give me money, and silence, and I spare your marefriend named Rainbow Dash. Capiche?" He asks. I reluctantly nodded. I already knew it's a lost cause to say no. He smiles. "It's good we came to an understanding," he said, fixing his disheveled hair. "Now, give me all your cash, and you can go," he said. I looked at the now bloodied bat and sighed. I gave him my money and he let me go. Easily, might I add. I look around to see I'm a street next to Pontek. I walk around and found a bar with only two creatures inside. One's a bartender and one's a griffon. I noticed his revolver instantly, but I sat beside him. The bartender had a silver mane and a goodish yellow coat. His name tag said Whisker. Rather ironic if anything.

"Rough night at boxing?" He asks. Shook my head.

"Business went south. Turned out the guy I used to work for is a bad guy. He's a technological douchebag if anything," I said. The griffon next to me perks a little hearing me talk.

"Hm. Well, whoever it is must be real strong to beat you up that badly," he said.

"Nah, he used a freakin bat," I said. The griffon next to me looks at me closely and smiles.

"Hey Whisker, can we have two Apple D's please?" He asks. Whisker nodded. I look at the gryphon a little more closely. He has mainly black feathers and grey sidelines of feathers. He has a brown stripe on his back. His talons seem to be sharp, but dull enough to grab me with tearing me. His eyes were golden, unlike many gryphons I've ever seen. I smiled and patted his back before taking a shot. After a couple of shots, we decided not to get ourselves too drunk. "So, human is it? I'm Bullet Count, you?" He asks.

"Anonymous, but people call me Anon," I said. He nods, smiling. "I've just moved here from Ponyville, a really peaceful place," I continue.

"I lived here my whole life, it was peaceful for me until I was about eighteen. Gangsters took my dad, but I grew up since then, I've been to many places, and I'm my own boss in the weapons legal selling business. It's nice, but I've had a bad time trying to sell weapons here. Have you ever sold weapons without being robbed?" he asks. I took a shot and nodded.

"Yeah, earlier in life. I was in the gangster business, but I moved on. I did many things I wasn't proud of. Now, a gangster is blackmailing me, and I can't do anything," I said. The gryphon pats my back reassuringly.

"Don't worry Anon, if you've made it this far I'm sure you'll figure something out," he says. I nodded. Then, I got an email on my phone. I open it to see that over half of my bank account's money was gone. I huffed.

"Now the guy stole money from me," I said, a little bit drunk. Bullet Count sighs.

"It's just how this world is isn't it?" He asks. I nodded. Then, in my slight drunken state, as I looked at how money I have left, I could see straight enough to know I only had two hundred bits in my savings. I snapped out of my state and growled. My business at programming can't be funded anymore. I can't get any money anymore. I can't help Rainbow. I rub my temples and then a thought struck me.

"Hey Bullet, how would you like to do something I used to do?" I ask. He looks up.

"Whatcha mean?" He asks.

"I mean gangster business," I said. He frowns.

"I hate gangsters," he stated.

"Oh yeah? Well then how about we be a mob? Fight fire with fire. Fight our fears, and us their fears?" I ask. He looks down in thought. He sighs and smirks. We shake hands/claws and return to our drinks.

"By the way, what happened to moving on?" He asks.

"Patience to die ran out," I said, smiling to myself. I just need to get the proper clothes before doing this, as well as weapons, I thought.