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Son of a BITCH

Cloudchaser shook with fear, clutching her taped-up shoulder from the surprise zombie attack yesterday. The white fuckboy holding the pistol to her head was also holding onto her mane to keep her from running off. I took a second to observe the three boys, but none of them were the same ones I remember seeing at Twi’s castle. I don’t know though, my memory ain’t so hot. Whatever. The three of them looked similar to the castle group, and all of their stupid faces continued bothering me.

Cloud gazed up, recognizing my face hidden partially by the boy I was holding hostage. Her face dropped, and her eyes squinted with annoyance as she huffed. The main fuckboy noticed this, and turned his attention to her.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? See something you don’t like?” he asked.

“Fucks sake,” she replied, “You might as well just off me now. He doesn’t care if I die or not.”

“Oh WOW, you for real?” he responded, glancing between me and her. “But he’s Pony Lover! And you’re—forgive me if I’m wrong here—a pony!”

“Yeah, he’s racist. He wouldn’t care.”

“Cloud!” I exclaimed, “I don’t want you to die!”

She looked back at me confusingly, gauging whether or not I was being for real. As she did, the main boy burst into laughter.

“I’m sorry … but he’s racist? That’s wild! Pete never woulda thought that.”

“Who the fuck is Pete?” I asked.

“Matey, he’s the one that turned ye’ into a pirate.”

“Oh, that fucker? Well, good he’s dead then. Y’all are next.”

“You’re a bold one, I’ll give you that. It’s a shame you’re retarded too.”

I growled under my breath. “What the fuck are you bozos doing here anyway? We’ve got bigger issues happening right now. Y’all need to fuck off and quit being another fucking problem.”

“That’s for a later time, broski. For now, you’ll just have to deal with us.”

“I’ve got plenty of bullets to deal with each one of you personally.”

“HEY! Dumbass! Have you not taken a gander on the little sitiation we got here? There’s only two ways for us to proceed.”

“Two?”

“Yep. Either you retaliate like the dumbass you are, and we blow your little segregated friend here’s head off, or, you accept our offer.”

I huffed. This fuckboy was really testing my limits right now. I felt anger pulsing in my veins as I took a deep breath to relax.

“What’s the offer?”

“It’s simple, really. We both got a hostage now, and as much as I’d like to blow your brains out, I’d much rather have my boy back. So, if you release little Timmy there, we’ll release your little pony friend as well.”

“Then what?” I asked.

“Then, we go our separate ways for now.”

“Hey! I got a better offer. Wanna hear it?”

“No.”

“Okay. My offer is that you release ‘my little pony' friend there, and I'll release 'your little bitch' friend here. Thennnnn, you drop your weapons, come with us to Canterlot, and we take you to Princess Celestia and Princess Luna so all of you can be SENT THE FUCK BACK WHERE YOU FUCKING BELONG!”

“Ah, yeah… that’s not happening. Fucking psycho. For now, my offers are the only two on the table. Pick one, and hurry. I can see the blood from Timmy’s stomach from here. We don’t have much time.”

“Sounds like you don't have much time, shitface. You need to consider MY offer before your little bitch friend here dies.”

The fuckboy was growing angrier with every passing second. He gritted his teeth as he glared at me, and after a few seconds of silence, he reached his free hand around his back. I held the boy tightly as he quickly pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Cloud. Before I could react, he shot her in the side, causing her to keel over as she cried out in pain.

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!”

“AH AH AH!” he called, lowering his pistol again. “Don’t do anything stupid. She ain’t dead. But now … now we’re on an even playing field again. So make up your damn mind.”

I angrily clenched the boy, resisting the urge to put a bullet through his stupid skull before using him as a meat shield against these other fuckboys. I didn’t want Cloud to die though. Even before Fluttershy’s talk with me, I probably still wouldn’t have wanted her to die. Not like this, anyway.

“Hurry up and decide!” he exclaimed.

“Shut the fuck up! Give me a second!”

“You only got a few of those left.”

I huffed angrily. My blood was boiling. But I had to make a decision.

“FINE! I’ll release him, after you release her.”

“No. We’ll do a countdown.”

“Fine. Count of three?”

“Yes,” he replied, “One.”

The air was tense. Sweat beaded down my forehead, partially from the intensity of the situation, and partially from the ravenous anger boiling inside of me. I wanted to kill these fuckboys more than I’ve ever wanted to do anything in life. I thought about whether that was viable, but there was no telling if these were the only 4 here with us.

“Two.”

I kept my eyes locked on the fuckboys. The one with Cloud was helping her back to a stand, and she grimaced in pain as she leaned up against his side. I could feel the boy in my hands ready to dart out. I took a quick peek to the side, catching sight of Twi’s face poking out behind the tree. She glanced back at me worriedly. Behind me, Dash had also made her way into the open. She trotted up to my side, causing the boy to pause count for a moment. However, he didn’t mention her as he continued.

“Three.”