The Conversion Bureau: Mercer Virus

Mercer stared at Crenshaw above him, then transformed into his human form. " Why hello Crenshaw, I heard what you did out there. Good job." Crenshaw walked inside the noir-themed apartment. The air smelt heavily of cooked meat, obviously some poor-pony that offended Mercer.

" Well Crenshaw, I have found another evolved. Take a look." Mercer handed Crenshaw a "wanted" poster. A Caucasian male, with green eyes, and black hair. The poster read:

Name: Darwin O'shea, Human scum infected with Mercer Virus

Highly dangerous, he can shift forms with ease, however he has been found to wear a black, leather jacket, and blue jeans when he is in human form.

if you spot him, report to your nearest REA station.

Last known Location: Fillydelphia

Matthew stormed through Canterlot Palace, chasing the bastard who killed his wife. " BLUEBLOOD! NOTHING CAN SAVE YOU FROM ME! NOT PONIES, NOT WEAPONS, NOT MAGIC!" Matthew lunged, catching Blueblood right as he teleported, teleporting was horrible. Matthew felt as if he was being torn apart, cell by cell. The teleport ended, causing Matthew to throw up, the massive disorientation from the teleport making his head pound.

However, this could not stop the power of revenge, as Matthew continued to chase Blueblood, through some city. Creating a massive racket as he screamed curses at Blueblood. Scaring the pompous unicorn to run faster, for fear of being brutally killed, or worse. However this proved to be futile, as Blueblood felt a massive hand close around his throat. Then he was hoisted into the air, suffocating from the tight grip.

" You killed my wife, you remember her. You probably don't, you pro-pony fuck. You are fucking emotionally-crippled brat, your soul is worth dog-shit. Every single thing about you is ugly, so I don't think you deserve what was given to you." Matthew's left hand shot down, and tore Blueblood's junk off, the prince screamed in pain as his stallion-hood was violently removed from him. The pain was too intense for Blueblood, as every fiber of his mind was screaming in pain. Matthew dropped Blueblood, then grabbed the prince's horn. And tore it off, leaving a bloody hole straight to his brain, he then shoved Blueblood's stallion-hood into the hole. " DICKHEAD!" Yelled Matthew, as he raised Blueblood's horn and shoved it into the hole, where his stallion-hood used to be.

Blueblood screamed in pain, wishing that he was dead. Matthew, getting sick of the screams. Grabbed ahold of Blueblood's top half of his muzzle, and the bottom half. Then he tore them right off, leaving a tongue flopping around, feeling for it's mouth. Blueblood's cries became guttural as his ability to perform coherent speech was taken from him. Then Matthew grabbed the prince's tongue, and ripped it out.

Blueblood passed out in pain, but the fun wasn't over for Brewer, he willed for his Tendril power to activate, and was greeted with the familiar sight of the three fingered hands. He then began to tear Blueblood into pieces, leaving bits of him strung between the buildings of Manehattan. The blood forming a large puddle on the cobblestone street. Matthew, didn't give one shit, now that he was done with Blueblood. He was going to find Sylvia, then kill that bitch Celestia

He used his hunting vision to find Sylvia, and surprisingly, she was right next to him. In a apartment complex. Matthew kicked in the door, and jumped up the stairwell onto the correct floor. he kicked open the door and stormed in, to see Mercer and some other man. Mercer smiled and said slowly.  " Well hello there Matthew, angry I see ?"