Spikes Night Job

Canterlot…..

It had been a rather uneventful day for Princess Luna; she had gotten her sleep, dealt with a few of the nobles and finished her paperwork for the day. Now she sat in one of the many living rooms of the castle, sipping a cup of tea while waiting for night court to begin, as well as to give a certain dragon blood his next assignment.

“Lulu, are you in here?” she heard a familiar voice call out as she turned her attention to the doorway where her sister stood. Princess Celestia was dressed in her royal white gown, her golden crown atop her head and jewelry around her neck.

“Greetings, dear sister. How was the meeting?” Luna asked.

“It went well, Lulu, mostly arrangements for other meetings, invitations for upcoming parties and some small complaints, including….”

“Including?”

“...including sightings involving some rather frightening looking creatures,” Celestia finished.

“You don’t say? Did these happen during the day?” Luna asked

“No, they said it happened late at night. Some sightings were right here in Canterlot, some in Manehatten, and some even as far as miles out to sea,” Celestia explained.

“Interesting, provide me with the reports and I’ll have my agent get on them as soon as possible,” Luna said.

“Yes, well, while we’re on the subject, when do you intend on introducing me to this agent of yours?” Celestia inquired.

“I’m not certain I should. After all, we both agreed it was in his best interests to remain anonymous. Besides, why are you so interested in him anyways?”

“Why am I interested? Maybe it’s because of the amount of resources you've poured into him. Money, time, research...not to mention you allow him to bring those infernal noise makers into the country. What are they called again? Goons?”

“Guns, dear sister, they are referred to as guns, and while they are noisy, they also tend to get the job done in the right hands,” Luna replied.

“Perhaps, but there are very few “right hands” in this world, which is why it was agreed at the last World Leaders Conference that these killing machines would be better kept in manageable numbers and that only a select few would be allowed to use them,” Celestia reminded her sister.

“I am fully aware of this, dear sister, and I have followed that decree down to the letter. I assure you that he keeps only two or three hand guns in his possession at all times, and I was the one who selected him to wield them, so no laws have been broken,” Luna replied.

“Well it’s not just that. You give him access to your Night Guards, do you not?”

Luna paused and looked at her sister for a brief second before giving her a response.

“As a matter of fact, I do. I did it so he can call on whatever resources our military, or at least my night guard, can offer and so far it has worked rather well,” Luna replied.

“Well I’m glad to hear that, and I trust you and him completely, though I would still like to meet him some day. I’ve read some of your reports on his success, and I must say he sounds like quite the dashing young rogue,” Celestia said with a slight blush.

“Keepeth thy panties dry, sister. I’ll ask him whether he is willing to meet you or not, but don’t get your hopes up. Maybe he’s not what you anticipate him to be, ‘even if he’s everything I want him to be,’” Luna said, though that last part was in her head. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go give him tonight’s assignments. He has a rather busy night ahead of him,” Luna said taking her leave to the throne room as the night court was about to begin.

Meanwhile, just outside of Canterlot, a loud noise filled the air. It was a noise not commonly heard in Equestria, and most people would probably grow fearful at the sound of it. Whatever it was, it was moving fast towards the city. It seemed to be picking up speed the closer it got. In the throne room of the castle, Princess Luna, who had become aware of the noise, was using a monitor spell to watch for the source of the frightening sound as it made its way up the road before making its final approach to the entrance of the old capitol.

“Princess, shall I stop him at the city gates?” one of Luna’s guards asked her.

“Don’t bother, he won’t stop for you. I swear, it’s like he’s someone else when he rides that vehicle,” Princess Luna groaned.

“Well we can’t have him drive through Canterlot on that thing; he’d wake up half the city and drive the remaining half into a panic.”

“Do not worry, I have prepared for this,” Princess Luna replied as she snapped her fingers to deploy a magical trap she had personally installed at the city gates.

Back outside, the mysterious object began to pick up speed, preparing to rip through the wide streets of Canterlot. But then, all of a sudden, a blue light flashed in front of it, revealing a shimmering blue portal. The object tried to stop, but it was too late. It was sucked into the portal and teleported across the city, directly into the throne room.

All of Luna’s Night Guards hit the deck at the deafening sound and appearance of the machine. The screeching sound of brakes were loud enough to make them cover their ears, all except for Luna, who watched as the vehicle stopped right at the foot of her throne. She observed the scorch marks left behind it on her once clean castle floor with her trademark ‘I am not amused’ look. Her baleful eyes were not directed at the machine, however, but at its rider.

“Greetings, Spike. I trust you enjoyed your trip,” Luna asked with a raised brow.

The rider got off his purple Cruiser motorcycle with green flames painted on the sides, looking up at the night goddess before removing a gray steel helmet, which only covered the lower half of his face, before responding.

“You bet your fine looking full moon I did,” Spike said in his usual monster hunting attire. “At least while it lasted. Why don’t you ever let me drive through the city?” Spike asked in complaint.

“Well, perhaps it has to do with the fact that this “motorcycle” of yours does more to terrify people than the actual monsters you face,” Luna answered.

“Hmmm, good point.”

“Ahem, excuse me, Lieutenant Drake, we have prepared the file for your next mission,” one of the night guard spoke up.

That’s right. Spike held the rank of 1st Lieutenant in Luna’s Night Guard and could call on them throughout Equestria for assistance in such matters as scouting, reports, crowd control, and even being used as a ‘clean up crew’ for his messier monster fights. His colleagues also referred to him as ‘Drake’ because Drake is what his people are commonly referred to.

“Yes, Lieutenant. My Night Guard has been working diligently to bring you this information on the latest sightings and encounters of monsters throughout the nation,” Luna said.

“Just as always. I’m glad to have men and women like you all supporting me. I might do all the fighting, but I wouldn’t be nearly as successful without your help and I hope you know that,” Spike said as he addressed room full of troops.

“SIR, YES SIR!” The room full of night guards replied in unison.

“Good job keeping morale up, Spike,” Luna commented.

“That wasn’t keeping morale up. This is keeping morale up. Alright everyone, how bout after tonight, we hit the town! Drinks are on me!”

“WOOOOOOOH!” The room of guards hollered in delight at their commanding officer's declaration.

“Does that include me, too?” Luna asked.

“Definitely, boss. You’re the heart and soul of this operation, and I would be a horrible employee if I didn’t invite you along as well. Besides, you helped make me the man I am today, and for that, I am forever grateful,” Spike said making Luna blush slightly.

“Very well then, Spike, thank you. Now, before we start tonight’s operations, you should know that I’ve opted to give you an upgrade to your arsenal,” Luna said, motioning for one of her guards to approach. He had a black briefcase with a combination lock. He put in the combination and opened it to reveal Spike's latest addition to his arsenal.

“Wow, are those Glock 17’s?” Spike said in surprise as he took the two black handguns out of the briefcase and examined them closely.

“Yes. I realized your old pistols were getting a bit rusty and I didn’t want them blowing up in your hands, so I got you these. Do you like them?” Luna asked with a smirk.

“I love them! Thank you, Luna!” Spike said, giving the night goddess a hug, which she happily accepted before realizing they were in front of her Night Guard.

“Ahem, yes well, I’m glad you like them,” Luna said as she and Spike quickly separated. She was about to give him his next mission before noticing a kind of disappointed look on his face. “What’s wrong Spike?”

“Well, Princess Luna, thanks so much for the upgrade, but I kind of liked the old style of my old revolvers. They were retro, you know? Real classic,” Spike said.

“Hmmm...well, if you really like it classic, I can let you hold onto one more gun. And I have the perfect one,” Luna said, snapping her fingers as a purple and green box appeared in the palm of her hand.

“Really?” Spike asked in excitement.

“Yes, I intended to give it to you as a Hearths Warming present, but I can’t stand to see even the slightest frown on my favorite servant's face, so here,” Luna said as she unwrapped the box and handed it to Spike.

Spike took the box and opened it. What he saw blew his mind harder than a tornado full of industrial fans. It was a gun unlike anything he had ever seen before. Its handle was purple with a green flame etched in its side, and its barrel was long and wide for what seemed to be special bullets.

“WOW! This thing is awesome!” Spike cried as he looked over the gun, admiring its features and looking closely at the barrel.

“Hey Princess, the barrel is a little wider than most revolvers I’ve seen. Why is that?”

“That is because this is not a normal gun, nor does it shoot regular bullets. According to my experts, this gun fires titanium alloy, hollow tip bullets with a kick of C-4 to them,” Luna explained.

“No way! That’s crazy! This thing really is awesome!” Spike said looking over the gun one more time.

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“You're purple and green like my suit and my clothes, so I’ll give you a name…..aha! ‘Barb,’ I’ll name you Barb.” Spike said with glee at his new toy, making Luna giggle.

“Excuse me, Princess. I’m sorry to break up this early Hearths Warming, but we still have some missions to complete,” one of Luna’s Night Guard said.

“Yes, of course. Let’s start with your first mission for the night,” Luna said.

“Oh? Is it a T-class, or maybe a B-class?” Spike asked.

“Neither. We'll start tonight with something easy...a D-class,” Luna replied.

Now, you’re probably wondering why Luna and Spike are using this strange class system. Well, when Spike started monster hunting a few years ago, Luna started categorizing the different kinds of monsters and their threat levels from least dangerous to most dangerous. The weakest level is D-class or “Delinquent class.” These kinds of monsters usually spend their time scaring or pranking innocent bystanders for kicks; at worse, they start brawls with other monsters, usually in bars or at parties. The next highest level is B-class or “Bandit class.” These monsters mostly tend to be robbers and thieves and have committed all kinds of criminal activities, from purse snatching to bank robbing. One B-class monster was even caught committing murder at one point. Spike has to use a bit more physical force when dealing with these kinds of monsters.

T-class monsters, a.k.a. “Terrorist class,” is the second most dangerous class of monster to date. At this level, Spike, more often than not, has to use lethal force. T-classes are deadly hunters and abductors, often found kidnapping, devouring people for sustenance, and destroying anything in their way. Finally, there was the worst of the worst, the most dangerous class of monster yet...a W-class. These “Warlord class” monsters are savage beasts with the potential to either rule or destroy whatever forsaken land they happen to call home. Spike has never encountered a monster of this caliber before, for which he is eternally grateful.

“Seriously? A D-class?! I don’t want to start my night scolding some little monster kid or breaking up a bar fight. Can’t you send some other guard to take care of that?” Spike groaned with a role of his eyes.

“Well Spike, I understand that such a low-level threat is usually boring for someone with your skill, but these kinds of situations can escalate if left unchecked. And what’s more, most monsters tend to stay gone if you are the one who handles them. After all, you have built up quite the reputation amongst them. What is it they call you again?” Luna reminded Spike.

“ Master Drake. They call me ‘Master’ because one your guards once called me a ‘master at what I do’ while I was dealing with a low-level monster. I guess he must have overheard him and told his monster buddies ‘cause eventually, they all started calling me that……. the ones I let live anyway,” Spike said that last part with a smirk.

“Yes, well, you are a master at what you do, which is why I’m sending you to deal with these delinquents in the first place. They won’t cause trouble again if it’s you.”

“Yeah, I guess. So will that be all for tonight?”

“No, of course not. You have more to investigate afterwards, but I won‘t give them to you yet. Not until after you finish this first one. I can‘t have you skipping it just because you find it dull,” she said with a deadpan face.

“Hehe...yeah, that’s a smart move,” Spike said. He took the file and read its contents, learning that his first mission of the night would take him to Manehatten.

“Manehatten again? Man, I was just there last night dealing with that werewolf. That place is getting more and more active.”

“Yes, well that keeps you in business, doesn’t it,” Luna giggled.

“Guess you’re right,” Spike said as he got on the bike and prepared to be teleported to his destination.

“Oh and Spike, don’t think I don’t know about that….‘weapon’ your carrying.”

“Weapon? Princess, I have a utility belt that would make Batman horny and a trio of guns, one of which is capable of making a mortar cannon look like a pea shooter. I think you need to be a bit more specific,” Spike chuckled.

“I’m talking about that weapon you’ve been carrying in your enchanted trench coat.”

“Oh….that. Yeah, I uh, was planning to tell you about that,” Spike laughed nervously as Luna squinted her eyes at him.

“Hmph. And when, pray tell, was that? Because I know that it’s been in your possession for some time now.”

“Y-yeah? Then you know I keep it on me for emergencies, right? You never know when I may have to get out of a sticky situation.”

“Spike, your skin may be far more durable than even the average Dragoon blood, but you’re not indestructible.”

“Speaking of which, how are those indestructibility pills coming along?” Spike asked one of Luna’s guards who gave him the ‘more or less’ gesture.

“Spike, this is serious! Using that thing improperly may not kill you, but if you think you’re getting out of the aftermath unharmed, you’re living a fantasy,” Luna said in a serious tone.

“Princess, don’t worry. I can handle it. And besides, it’s not like I’ll just use it like a normal gun or anything, and if I did, I’d make sure I’m somewhere where it won’t hurt me," Spike said, trying to ease the worried Princess.

“Very well then, I’ll overlook this one. But from now on, you make sure you tell me when you make any additions to your arsenal, or so help me, I shall send you out there with nothing but a pair of safety scissors to fight with” Luna threatened, making Spike shiver.

“Right. Off I go then. Oh, and congratulations on learning how to use ‘I’ instead of ‘we’ most of the time,” Spike said as Luna cast a teleportation spell on him and his bike while she gave him a grateful smile.

*Bing!*

The sound resounded in Spike's ears as he now found himself just outside of Manehatten on his bike. He revved the engine and drove into the city. Even if there weren’t many motorcycles in Equestria in general, the bulk of the ones that were are located in Manehatten, so he wouldn’t have to worry about disturbing the peace.

Spike rode throughout the city, barreling quickly down the streets as he passed various cars and trucks on the road. He turned a few heads his way as he passed. Some were curious, while others merely thought, ‘Damn, that guy looks awesome!’

“Alright, let’s see,” Spike said as he pressed a button on one of the handles of his bike, causing a magical, holographic screen to pop up into view. The screen acted as a directional guide, showing him where he needed to go while making sure not to obstruct his view. “So my first stop of the night is at the park, where locals in the area say they have been seeing terrifying visions of their worst fears. Hmmm...either they’re all junkies, or I got me a monster with a fetish for scaring people,” Spike said to himself as he arrived at the park. The park was very spacious with large fields of grass and a few trees around the place.

“AHHHHHHH!!!!”

Spike heard someone scream loudly nearby, making him pull out his glocks and aim them towards the direction of the scream, only to see that the sound was coming from a man–who seemed to be terrified out of his mind–running past him into the city. He was followed by a baleful, cackling laughter. Spike turned around sharply and faced a cloud of dark smoke approaching him.

“Here we go again,” Spike said, putting his glocks away and crossing his arms.

“Ahahahahahahahaha! Well, well, well...what do we have here? A new victim for me to feast on? Ahahahahahah,” a dark force said as Spike just rolled his eyes and began to inhale a lot of air into himself.

“You pitiful fool! Prepare to be terrified out of your mind! For I am the nightmare of brave men, the scourge of the powerful! I! Am! Terrifier! Muahahahahah!”

And with that, Spike exhaled all the air in his lungs, blowing the cloud away and completely revealing a small boy with tiny black wings and horns and copper-colored skin. He wore a purple hoodie and no shoes. He was also pretty dirty, and holding a microphone in his hand as he laughed into it.

“Yo,” Spike said, snapping the boy out of his laughter-induced trance.

“Aahahaha-ahhhh!” The boy devil screamed in his now preteen voice as he realized that he had been discovered. “Oh, uh hey, um, what’s up?” he asked as he began to sweat at the sight of Spike’s very displeased face.

“What’s up? People are what’s up, because you’re scaring them right out of their shoes, kid.”

Now, you are probably thinking, ‘This is a devil, a creature of ultimate evil? Then why isn’t Spike pulling out any of his enchanted weapons and turning this thing into Swiss cheese?’ Well, it’s because this boy is a lesser devil. He has limited magic power, and has no real goal other than to get a few laughs from pulling pranks. Had this been a greater devil, Spike would have had a real problem on his hands.

“Oh yeah, about that…..you know us lesser devils are always looking for ways to get our kicks, wait…are you...*gulp*…Master Drake?” The boy asked as he realized that the man he was standing before was well-armed, intimidating and had green, spiky hair. The only other thing left he would need to confirm is if he had those terrifying, reptilian eyes which would match the description that he’s heard.

Spike leaned in close to the boy who was petrified with fear. He took a deep breath and exhaled some smoke onto the boy's face before looking him straight in the eye, making sure that it was unmistakable that his eyes were that of a dragon's. Then he spoke in a deep voice that he knew would scare him.

“Hell yeah.”

“Oh dammit, please don’t hurt me! Please, please, please don’t hurt me! I’m just a kid!” the boy cried as tears began to flow from his eyes and his nose began to run fresh with snot.

“Calm down, kid, I’m not going to hurt you….much,” Spike said, grabbing the young devil by the shirt and pulling him in close.

“Oh shit, please not the face; it’s all I have to pick up chicks!” He said putting his hands up, preparing to take the pain.

“Ehehehehe, calm down kid. You’re not gonna get hurt.”

“I...I’m not?”

“No, but I am gonna have to give you a warning. Listen, I get that kids like you have fun scaring people out of their wits. Hell, I enjoy the occasional scare myself. In fact, I almost went rolling on the ground when that guy ran screaming like little girl. But you’re taking things a little too far,” Spike said, taking a knee and placing himself at the kid's eye level.

“I know, but pranking is all I’m good at, and I don’t know what else to do with myself. Besides, I’m a devil, and that’s what devils do, bad things,” he said as he looked down in genuine sadness.

“Hey kid, don’t let what you are define what you do, and don’t let others tell you that you have to be bad because it’s what your people do. I mean, look at me….I’m a Dragoon blood. My people usually just be mean and cheat and steal from others because of their greed, yet I don’t do any of that.”

“Really?” he asked hopefully.

“Really, and you can be the same. I mean, look at the devils from High School DxD. They’re not so bad. You can be like them and help people. I mean, you can influence others’ decisions with magic, right?” Spike asked, to which the boy just nodded. “Well then, use that to help people turn away from doing bad things. I won’t tell you to stop pranking, just keep it light from now on. Don’t go on a spree of hurting people, or next time I won’t be so nice. Got it?” Spike said sternly.

“Yeah, I understand. Thanks, Master Drake.”

“No problem, but I expect a favor in return someday. Okay….uh…what’s your name?”

“Terri,” the boy said.

“Well Terri, it was nice meeting you. Now go do something useful like….get a nerd laid or something,” Spike said rubbing the boy’s messy black hair.

“Alright. Bye,” Terri said, teleporting away into the night.

“Something tells me this is not the last I’ve seen of that kid.”

*Ring Ring*

“Hello?” Spike said, answering the holographic call coming from his motorcycle. Luna’s graceful figure sitting atop her throne instantly popped up on the screen.

“Spike, how did it go?” Luna asked.

“Pretty good. Turned out to be a lesser devil playing a few pranks on the helpless populous. I set him straight though,” Spike said with a confident smile.

“It was a lesser devil? Oh those little scoundrels always make it in under the radar. Even if they don’t cause much harm, they can be such nuisances,” Luna said in an annoyed tone.

“Well, even if they are a bother, I’m not going to get too violent with them. You know my rule about dealing with children and female monsters,” Spike reminded.

“Yes, of course I do. You’ll try and talk to them first before using violence,” Luna said, rolling her eyes.

“Exactly, and it’s only because they tend to be more rational than their older, male counterparts. Now let’s move on, shall we? You have something else for me in this city?” Spike asked, getting on his bike.

“Yes. It appears that some goblins have been taking on the role of street thugs in an area not too far from where you are now. What’s worse is that they seem to be growing in number. Right now they are only a B-class threat, but if their numbers continue to grow, they could become a T-level,” Luna finished.

“Goblins, huh? Well they do tend to be aggressive in larger numbers; can you tell me how many there might be right now?”

“Well, initial reports say that their numbers were at five, but their numbers have since doubled,” Luna replied.

“Ten?! Damn it! If they continue to grow at this rate, they could end up robbing a bank or something before too long. I’m on my way.”

A few blocks away….

A young woman wearing a green sweater and skinny jeans strolled through the streets on her way home from a friend’s house. Looking at the watch on her wrist, she discovered it was 1:00 a.m. The streets were deserted, but she wasn’t really worried about crime because she lived in rather peaceful neighborhood. So she walked about without fear with her blue purse and necklace, the latter being a gift from her boyfriend.

“Hey there, sweetie….that’s a nice necklace you got there,” a raspy voice said from behind her.

Startled, she squeaked and turned around toward the source of the voice. There, she found a lanky, average-sized man with pointy ears, pale yellow hair, green skin, and wearing dirty rags. He staring hungrily at her purse and necklace.

“W-who...who are you? What are you?” she asked the stranger.

“Me? Oh, I’m just a guy who’s about to get his hands on that purse of yours,” he replied, advancing on the young girl. She began to back up as he approached.

“You stay away from me!” she shouted. However, her retreat was cut short when she backed up in to something else. She spun around quickly and found three more men that looked almost identical to the first one. She turned around once more and discovered that the original stranger now had a buddy with him.

“Now, now, don’t be scared. Just hand over the goods and no one gets hurt,” one of the thugs behind her said. She didn’t know what to do. The five of them had her surrounded. She would have easily surrendered if it was just her purse they were after, but the necklace was something she held dear. She wasn’t about to give it up.

The strange gang of thugs were slowly closing in on her. No doubt she would end up getting beaten for this necklace. She tightly shut her eyes, begrudgingly preparing for the worse…..

*BANG!*

The sound of gunfire went off, startling the thugs and the girl on the sidewalk. The group of thugs looked around in confusion, finding no one else on the street besides themselves. The four of them and the girl…..wait, four? The thugs all turned to see that one of their associates had been shot dead, his fresh corpse lying face down on the ground; he didn’t bleed much, but what little of his purple blood flowed left a small sticky pool on the ground. The remaining foursome looked around wildly. Where where did that shot come from?

“Yo! Gang Green Gang rejects! Why don’t you mess with someone your own size!” a voice called out from above them. The goblins all looked up to the building behind them, giving the terrified girl a chance to run. On top of the building stood Spike, holding one of his glocks in his hand. The barrel was smoking from its recent use.

“You! Who the fuck are you?” one of the goblins asked.

“Your worst nightmare,” Spike replied.

“You wanna die!? There’s easier ways to kill yourself,” another yelled in rage.

“Yeah, like yelling at the guy with the Glock 17,” Spike chuckled.

“You’re such a tough guy on the top of that building, huh? Why don’t you come down here and take us on yourself?” a goblin asked shaking his fist at Spike. Big mistake.

“You know what? Good idea.”

Spike smirked under his mask as he pulled out another marble shaped veil and threw it to the ground at his feet. A cloud of green smoke consumed his body before dissipating, revealing nothing but empty air where he once stood.

“What the hell! Where did he go?!” one of the goblins yelled before feeling someone tap his shoulder to get his attention. He turned around to see a fist equipped with brass knuckles heading straight for his face. He had barely a second before all he saw was black and felt a surge of an indescribable pain. He fell to the ground, leaving his three remaining partners to stare in fear at Spike, who just stood there with his arms crossed.

“You three gonna stand there like a bunch of cowards or what?” he asked.

The three goblins suddenly grew furious at his remark and charged at him. The first pulled out a box cutter and tried to stab Spike from the front while the second went behind him and tried to swing a club–which he pulled out of his cloak–at the back of Spike’s head. Spike sensed the presence behind him and moved so quick that the goblins accidently hit each other with their own attacks.

The first goblin howled in pain as the wooden club smashed against his head, making trickles of purple blood flow down his face. The second goblin screamed as he realized he had just been stabbed in the abdomen by his own gang mate. They were about to yell at each other but fell silent when Spike showed back up and grabbed both by their heads, only to smash them into each other with enough force to knock them out. They would probably die if they didn’t receive medical attention later.

“You forgot about me, moron!” the third goblin yelled as he raised his hatchet while Spike’s back was turned. Just as he brought it down, Spike turned around and caught the blade with a single hand. He held the axe firmly before staring into the eyes of his goblin assailant.

“If you’re gonna kill someone….look them in the eye while you do it,” he said in a dark voice. the goblin’s eyes shrank to the size of pinpricks before he noticed Spike had one of his glocks pointed at him. Before he could utter another word, Spike unloaded an entire clip into him, making him fall dead.

“Hmm, that takes care of that,” Spike said as he put his guns away. It was then that he realized that something was definitely off. He had found five goblins, but he didn’t see any hobgoblins. Hobgoblins were the leaders of goblin gangs. If you found a bunch of goblins without a leader, it was most likely because that wasn’t the whole gang, only a small part of it. It was also likely that there was still a substantial number of goblins left. The only question is, ‘How many?’

“Hey!” Spike yelled as he noticed the first goblin he rendered unconscious had awoken and was trying to crawl away. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, grabbing him by the neck and pinning him up against the wall.

“Fuck off, you royal pain! You don’t know what you’re messing with,” the goblin barked as purple blood rushed down his face.

“I’m messing with a gang of Spider-man movie rejects who don’t have the balls to pick a fight with someone who can challenge them,” Spike replied.

“Heh, wait till the rest of my gang hears about this. They’ll teach you not to mess with us. You‘ll see.”

“The rest of your gang, huh? Gee, you‘re right. Wait till they hear about this. I’ll be in some serious trouble. Say, could you point me in their direction, so I can go kiss their asses and tell them I‘m sorry?” Spike asked sarcastically.

“You’ll never get me to talk, you piece of human trash,” the goblin said defiantly.

“You’re right, I won’t. But I know some people who will,” Spike replied as his motorcycle pulled up behind him. He walked over to it and touched the communication button to call the princess.

“Hello, Spike. Was your mission a success?” Luna asked as her figure appeared once again on the screen.

“Yes Princess, but I’m afraid the problem may be bigger than we thought. There might be more goblins on the loose, so I need the three that I spared to be interrogated,” Spike explained.

“I see….contain them and head back. We should deal with this now before things get worse.”

“Right,” Spike said as he reached into his belt and pulled out a small box.

“What is that?” the goblin asked as Spike dragged him next to his fellow goblins that were still unconscious.

“This is a MCB, or Monster Condensation Box. In other words, you and your friends are going to grow even closer to each other in here.”

“But it’s the size of a Rubik’s Cube.”

“Why do you think the ‘C’ stands for Condensation?” Spike said, opening the box which revealed a bright light from within. The light sucked in the trio off goblins in a flash. With two of them being unconscious, only one was left to scream in horror as he and his friends were swallowed up.

“Now that that’s over, I’m heading back Princess,” Spike said.

“Very well, but hurry back. We must discover where those other goblins are located. See you when you return,” Luna responded before she disappeared from the holographic screen.

Spike mounted his bike, preparing to ride back to the outskirts of the city. Luna’s guards would be waiting there to teleport him back to Canterlot. No doubt she would send a few more here to clean up the two goblin corpses before any civilians see them. As Spike took off down the road, he failed to notice the figure watching him from the shadows.

Spike raced through the streets–his mind focused on his next move–when suddenly, someone seemingly materialized out of thin air and onto the street. The figure threw a leg out right infront of his bike, making it crash and sending its rider flying head first into a car, smashing the front window to pieces.

“What…the….hell,” Spike groaned as he lifted himself up from out of the shattered car and back onto his feet.

“You, green haired fellow. Are you the one called, ‘Master Drake?’” a prim snobbish voice inquired as Spike walked and stretched himself back into fighting condition.

“Who said that?” Spike asked as he turned around to see a young man standing before him. He was around Spike's age with blonde hair and blue eyes. He was also wearing a black suit with dress shoes. The condescending gaze in his eyes showed that he heavily looked down on Spike.

“Answer my question first, you lowlife bottom feeder! My time is precious and I don’t have much of it as it is. I just wish to find my cousin and get out of this filthy hole of a city,” the young man said.

‘Damn, and I thought Blueblood was an asshole,’ Spike thought before answering the male. “Yes, I am the one called Master Drake.”

“Well then, perhaps you know the whereabouts of my cousin? His name is Furry Gore, a werewolf. I have been sent to find him,” he explained.

“Oh no you don’t, jackoff! You answer my question, NOW!” Spike demanded, regaining his composure.

“Very well. Be grateful that I will allow such an inferior creature such as yourself to know my name. I am Fang Gore, a member of the illustrious House of Gore, and one of the heirs to the throne of my uncle, who’s name shall not be spoken,” he said dramatically.

“Okay.”

“Okay what, simpleton?”

“Okay. Now that I know your name, I can get to ass kicking,” Spike said cracking his knuckles.

“Ha! Don’t make me laugh mortal! I don’t want to sully my hands with the blood of an inferior species. Besides, you haven’t answered my previous question.”

“Oh, that werewolf? It’s funny you should ask since I have him right here,” Spike said, reaching into his pocket.

“What are you babbling on about? You can’t have him in your pocke-” Fang stopped dead in his tracks as Spike pulled out a combat knife, the end of which was fused with a claw…a werewolf claw. “You, killed him?”

“Well, I am a monster hunter so…..yeah.”

“I see. Well, although I can agree that he was rather vile and that I would have done it myself eventually, I cannot allow this to go unpunished. Have at thee!” he yelled, putting up his dukes.

“Heh, take it easy pretty boy. You don’t wanna-”

*WHAM!*

Spike couldn’t finish his sentence as a right hook from the vampire sent him flying into the air. While he was soaring, the vampire flew ahead of him and punched in the other direction, sending him back the way he came. The vampire flew just above him before delivering a blow to his stomach, sending him crashing to the ground so hard it left a crater in the pavement.

“That should be enough. Ugh, I hope I didn’t dirty my gloves with his blood,” the vampire said, preparing to walk off. But before he got too far, he heard something from behind him.

“Hey Fang chump!” A voice shouted, making the vampire turn around. He looked to see Spike standing in the crater. Dirty, but looking like all he experienced was an inconvenient fall.

“How did you survive that, you cockroach?!” Fang asked enraged.

“I’m not as fragile as the rest of your probably weak victims. I was born to take hits like that and keep on moving. Now it’s my turn to give you a taste of pain,” Spike said, pulling out his glocks and unloading into the vampire. Fang took several steps backs from the force of the shots, but his wounds healed quickly before he regained his snobbish composure.

“Is that all? Disappointing. If you won’t be a challenge...” Fang said, getting in Spike’s face in a flash, “...then I should just end you right here. Consider yourself lucky I allowed you this close to me for your final moments.”

“No, consider yourself unlucky I have this sunlight grenade.”

“Sunlight what?” Fang asked, looking down to see a bright yellow ball with a button on top. He realized what was inside and looked up to see Spike wearing a pair of shades and chuckling.

“Oh fuck m-ahh!” Fang screamed as Spike pushed the button, unleashing a torrent of sunlight into the surrounding area. He screamed as he fell to the ground, his body slowly disintegrating bit by bit. He looked up at Spike, determinedly shouting out his last words. “You fool! You don’t know what you’ve done! The House of Gore will have your head on a platter! They will avenge me!”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Spike declared, pulling out Barb and firing an explosive round straight into the vampire’s head, finishing him off. “Damn, Barb! That was awesome! I think I’m in love with you,” Spike said, admiring his gun until a thought hit him.

‘The House of Gore, why does that name send a chill up my spine?’ Spike thought.

Meanwhile, in a dark room, a figure watched as Spike stood there, waiting for his backup to arrive. The figure chuckled before muttering in a deep, raspy voice.

“Hmhmhmhmhm...let the games begin……” �X����