Game of Circumstances

Chapter seventeen: The Happiness’ incident.

I think you understand by now that I had given a new meaning to the world ‘crap’.

The commander was speaking calmly with his soldiers, there was a spy somewhere, and my friends had disappeared. Oh, and some cultists were planning to crash in the council and shoot every rangers they’ll see on sight.

I hate how I seem to attract all the worse situations possible on me.

Hmmf. Anyways.

I don’t think I could freak out more. I had like, you know, that awkward feeling that make you think everything’s about to crash and that you’re the only one to save the day.

But in this case, it wasn’t only a thought. Everything was messing up, and guess who’s the only one up to clean the upcoming mess? Me. It's always been me.

I hurried through the camp, ignoring the stares I was getting from the few rangers still out to guard the rest of it while their big chief was being assassinated. Okay. I am a little bit fast here, he wasn’t dead yet. But his life could literally be counted on the hooves. And it’s coming from the one that never learnt whatever the hell is two plus two.

There! Something had moved on my left. I turned quickly. Sadly, it was just an empty bottle that had fallen to the ground.

C'mon, Cal, c'mon!

I hate to say it, but I knew it was over already. I wouldn't be able to find that spy before he did something that uncovered him, and that thing would probably be the moment where the cultists joined the party.

Hmpf. As if I didn't have already too many lives to save by myself.

Sometimes, I just want to sit, grab a cool cider, and watch the events unfold around me without doing anything. But I guess I can't. If everypony count on me to save their asses, I just have to shut up and save them. I'm too kind with defenseless peoples.

An acrid smell reached my nostrils. Blood. It was blood. Looking to the ground, I saw that I had stepped right in a red puddle.

Fuck.

I quickly found out from where the aforesaid liquid was coming.

"Oh my..." I cursed. The two guards at the entry had been slaughtered. That was gruesome, to be honest with you. One of them had a gore wound coming from ear to ear, and the second had been... How to say? Pinned to the wall. The knife was still in his chest, making him stand still as he was slowly emptying himself on the reddened ground.

Urrgh. Why am I not surprised?

The spy had begun his deadly work. Shit just got real, would have said a friend of mine. I agree with him.

Okay, Cal. Think fast! If I was that Celestia Damned spy, what would I do after killing the guards?

Hmmm. Disappear in the crowds of ponies wearing the same fuckin' armor he is obviously wearing.

Great.

Looking for a spy isn't usually the easiest thing to do usually, but finding a spy in hundreds of ponies wearing the same damn armor is like searching a particular needle in a whole mountain of needle.

It's. Fuckin'. Impossible.

No other words can describe it.

So now, what do I do?

Wait. That's the only thing I could do. I looked up at the scene, where the High Ranger finished his speech.

"... And I say, that for Celestia, Luna and Equestria, we'll clean that wasted land!"

Cheers erupted in the crowd as the rangers applauded their chief, who saluted.

And then a loud noise rang, and the ranger's head exploded, projecting brain and blood on the shocked assistance. There were screams of horror.

In a frenzied yell, the cultists attacked.

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"Fire! Fire!"

It's hard to describe how quickly the rangers reacted to the newcomers.

In a swift move, they had taken out their guns, and several seconds later, what was a peaceful crowd - okay, in armor and with weapons - had become a fantastic army ready to fight.

Me? I sneaked out the engaging melee when I had the opportunity. It was their fight, after all. I'm not an Ash Ranger.

However, the cultists didn't seem to care with who I was. A bullet passed next to my head, causing me to jump behind a wall.

I cursed. Why did I have to let my weapons in that stupid hotel room? I advised a weapon on the ground, two meters away from my current hiding place.

Something exploded, blowing up a part of the wall.

"They got explosives!" one of the rangers next to me yelled, firing on the cultists.

I used the diversion to jump on the gun. It was an old pistol, some 32. Caliber, but it still had its six rounds.

It was way better than my hooves to put up a fight.

The fight here was worse than I thought it would be. Everypony was shooting on sight, there were explosions, yells and other noises that I guess you hear usually only on battlefield.

But in less than two minutes, it had actually turned in a battlefield. A small, but yet deadly battlefield. I needed to get out of there before getting shot stupidly.

I looked at the principal entry. It was in the middle of the fight, and I didn't feel like running through the bullet rain.

But, unluckily, it was the only one exit.

Fuck.

I muttered some praise to Celestia, assured my hold on the 32. Caliber gun, and got out my cover.

What happened next happened slower than before.

A ranger next to me took a bullet in the face, and fell dead to the ground. I aimed at his killer and fired two times, touching him to the head, which caused him to fall down, dead.

Four rounds to go.

I took another respiration, and started to run towards the entry.

Instantly, the cultists next to it fired at me. I rolled on my back, dodging it, and got up to shot two of them dead.

One more round to go. I dodged a pair of fighter engaged in a hoof-to-hoof that were just right next to me, and held the cultist by his forelegs the time for the ranger to knock him out with a strong punch in the teeth.

I turned on myself, knocked another cultist in the face with the pistol's butt, aimed at his head, and pulled the trigger.

The head exploded, repainting me with brain, blood and bones. I threw myself to the ground to dodge a knife aimed at my

head, got up behind the cultist, took his neck between both forelegs and crushed his throat. I turned, and used him as a living shield as another cultist equipped with some sort of submachine gun tried to change me into Swiss cheese, and then launched his corpse to his buddy, took the fallen knife, closed the distance and plunged the knife right in the other cultist's throat, killing him instantly.

I let the now dead cultist fall down, the knife still in his throat, and took the submachine gun before emptying its cartridge right on the few other cultists still preventing me from exiting this trap.

They fell down with surprised yells, totally not seeing it coming, and I soon past by their bloodied corpses.

Nopony was still between me and the door to Happiness, thus I exited the camp, still holding the submachine gun tight.

I was in the streets now, but fights were still going on. All town was under attack, visibly, not only the rangers.

Several buildings were on fire, and cultists were fighting the other residents anywhere I looked, but nopony seemed to have taken notice of my presence, so I quickly took a little street. I didn't know where it would let me, but it was the less crowded of these streets, and I'd rather get lost than get shot.

"Cal!" I turned to face with Blood Sword. He seemed despaired, and there was blood everywhere on his armor. He was also holding a nice assault rifle. "I'm with you! Together, we'll have better chances than alone!"

At this point, I didn't give a damn anymore about who the hell was the spy, so I nodded. "We go to the Inn first!" I shouted back, because of the battle sounds. "I got some stuff to grab there!"

"Okay! Let's move then! I know how to go there by here!" I nodded and reloaded my submachine gun.

"Right behind you!" I shouted with what I hoped was a ferocious expression. The battle sounds were getting louder.

And then we disappeared in the dark streets of Happiness, towards the Inn.

What I hoped now was that my friends were still alive somewhere.

It was my only chance.

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Author's note:

Seventeenth chapter!

Wait a minute... I got a referral from EscapefromMA?

Wat.

~Sinrar