If The fire inside is ignited by blood shed, when the blood starts to boil in your veins as you charge, will you be hardened in battle with no turning back.

This was officially the worst fucking day of his life, he thought to him self as he started to drag his brother to the hospital. The day had started out fine he woke up, ate breakfast for once, hell he even showered. Then things went to shit.

He and his brother got ready for work. Grabbing there masks and guns, they were off to pay a "mister penny pincher, head of treasury and banking department, hear to the blah blah blah" a visit. after one title is when ponies like chemical leak, the gun-for-hire, stopped listening. To him you could be a low level skaink that stuck his dick where it don't belong, or you could be the richest mare in the world funding Equestria's enemies, he didn't care. If you were on his list he took care of you and that was that.

This was a normal case of one rich guy ripping off another rich guy who wants revenge, except the part where penny pincher (or tiny pp as he called him) was completely expecting it and had sixteen armed guards with orders to apprehend anypony unauthorized to be there.

Little did they expect guns that can shoot more than six bullets at a time, no idea who or what made them or where they came from. Nor did either of them care. But they worked great.

Firing eight or nine into the left of the charging guards. With his brother 588 shooting four of them before being struck down by a guard that was rather small but wielding a large sword, ran him through the side. 588 the kicked the paperweight hard enough to break the skin as well as several ribs and a shoulder blade. When the tiny security mare hit the ground hard enough to crack something else, that's when 588 relised he was run through... With a sword.

Three dead guards and thirteen bullets later Chem cornered tiny pp and bucked him in the head. Then bucked him again, and kept bucking his head until he was sure the inside of tiny pp's head, had the consistency or crunchy meat loaf.

He then grabbed his brother, leaving the sword in and guns behind , and hurried to the hospital to get him, well, not impaled.

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Leaving his brother at the hospital for the night was easy dealing with the fact that he was with in inch of his life wasn't. All of the money from the job went to his medical bill meaning skipping lunch for a weak and not paying the rent on time. In his words a 'fuck sandwich right up the ass hole'.

Though in could be worse he told himself it can always be worse, so to keep things from being worse you fix what you can. That was his entire justification for his line of work.

On his way home that night, he passed a young filly. Earth pony like him. Not more that nine years old and dull pink fur and a crimson mane with water blue eyes. Normally passing buy a filly at night wouldn't have registered in his mind. But until she piped up and said,

"Uh-uh sir, um its one hundred bits for a-a-a good time, fifty if we just talk."

He never stopped more suddenly in his whole life.

"WHAT!?" He blurted drawing the gaze of a stallion walking into a pub across the street. "I'm sorry what?" His warm and deep voice asked.

"Its a hundred bits for a good time, and onl..." She was cut off

"How old are you?" He asked turning towards her and backing up a step. As far as fucked up things in this world went he was sure he was one of them, this, he thought this takes the cake.

"I I I I'm not sure exactly how old I am any more though this will be my tenth summer." She offered a very sheepish guilty grin.

Muttering to him self he began"I can't fecking believe it a nine year old I'd trying to sell herself to me," he turned to her, "how desperate for money are you that you're selling ass instead of trying to find your fucking cutie mark?" 'Fix what you can' he thought, but how was the question.

" I'm not desperate for money but I get hurt if I don't, oh no I said to much" she then lowered her head in shame and backed away a pace or two into the ally way, "I'm sorry for bothering you, if you want you can still use me for half ..."

"Shut you mouth, you're coming with me!" He presented her a hoof pointing homebound. Meanwhile some thing connected in his mind about this little pink filly, though he wasn't sure what, but he silently swore to look after this filly.

"OK mister you still get half off though, and please be gent," she was cut off yet again

"Fuck no! Im a lousy no good crooked gun-for-hire but I ain't a pedophile. Tell you what we'll get home and I'll feed you and house you and you never have to sell yourself to strangers ever again. In return you will go to school and get half decent grades and we can live happily." He promised.pedophiles were among the few things any line of reasoning can't excuse he thought.

She lowered her head and barrel to a submissive posture and nodded. She kept to herself about how her boss would beat her and put his... 'Things' in her when he found her. She followed Chemical to his second story apartment and looked for a bed room. When she found not one but two, her eyes widened.

"Mister if your roo..." Cut off yet again

"My names Chemical Leak, not 'mister', but you can call me Chem for short, anyway what were you saying?" He buted in

" mis, er, Chemical leak, if your roommate what's to join it will cost you extra."

"Will you shut up about me fucking you, its NOT, hear me, not gonna happen, EVER!" he called from the kitchen, not knowing things. Things like what was worse his brother nearly dying, having no money, not being able to decide what cook for dinner, the governments perpetual demise or this foal being so convinced he would dare put his penis in something so small and innocent. He was glad he got to her that night before others who might take her up on her offer.

"Eep" she replied

"Now get in here and pick something to eat." He called getting the most prominent of his worries out over the way.(not being feeding this poor filly, but deciding what to eat has never been easy for him)

She walked from the two adjacent bedrooms and bathroom across the small living space and to the wall that faced out did where the kitchen was, it had only a counter in between it and the living room.

She walked up to Chem, who's shoulder was as high as her head when she stood fully erect.

"What do you want to eat...say I never got your name" said Chem not taking his eyes off his open pantry, in it there was food and indecision

"My name?" She asked

"Yes silly filly, what els am I supposed to call you?" He chuckled.

She cringed." My name, I haven't been called my name in years I've only ever been called whore or slut or or or cunt or..." She trailed off as the tears started. As soon as she took a sharp intake of breath, Chem stopped looking at the cupboard and looked down at her and saw glistening drops fall from her face. He lay down on his stomach so he was the same height as her and gently reached with a fore hoof and slid her on the tile floor to him and put her in a gentle embrace. she stiffened at his touch at first. But then felt something she never felt from a stallion before, even before she ran away, love. Not the rough poundings on her behind or smothering weight of a stallion on her or being ripped up and to small. No. This was love. She only felt this way once before, when she held her mom.

Her mom !

That was when the tears really started to flow. She had a mother who loved her. She can only barely remember her loving figure, what she remembered more was how HE treated her that day, how her last words were to tell her to run and find help. She ran alright, but not for help but to get away. Get away from the screams. She was never found. Well not by her mom anyway.

Chemical Leak had been through more pain than most could ever imagine, seen more things, done horrible things to ponies, seen horrible things done. But never something so heinous as what ever this, no his, little filly had been through.

Just then two things happened in his mind. One something unlocked in his mind, tucked away until triggered by comforting this crying foal his deep maternal instincts unlocked. From then on the little light pink filly with bright red hair and blue eyes was now his little pink filly with bright red hair and blue eyes.

The other being much more dark and something he was a custom to. Revenge. Who ever his foal used to work for, who ever hurt her, was now and forever on his hit list. He felt anger of wanting to hurt those who had wronged his daughter, he felt pitty for his daughter whom he met only thiry minutes ago, he felt the mentle equivilant to a proud hoof an his shoulder. the fire inside was first kindled and lit fore the fist time that day

It was an hour before she calmed down enough to tell Chem her name. But much like her eyes, once a little seeped through, Rose Waters damns burst. Chem soon learned that she had run away at three years old because a stallion was hurting her mommy and she told her to run away. That when she was five another stallion named Big Al had found her and made her a foal sex slave for tree yeas until she was broken enough to work the streets where until tonight, she had been. This was the first night she felt sathingat she can recall.

They finished some Mac 'n jack and he had her go to bed in 588's room he went to his and they slept
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Author's Note

This is the second time I've posted this and it now has some editing to please a certain someone

It also has some grammar fixes and logistics fixed

Enjoy it or else