Nails in the Coffin

After reaching the library, Leon busted through the door.

"Freeze! None of you move!"

"Leon, what's going on," Twilight yelled, scared out of her mind.

"Freeze, and I'll tell you!"

"Okay, I'm frozen," she responded in fear.

"Did spike fill you in on what he found?"

"No, what did he find," she asked shakily.

"The ground around the entire town is disturbed. It's a city-wide burial ground."

"What!?"

"He told me you all of you were responsible; including himself."

"That's crazy! We would never kill anyone! Killing other ponies never happens in Equestria!"

"Then explain to me why I discovered Spike's body near the woods while he was still clearly walking around."

"You're lying! We can't come back from the dead! It's not possible for anybody!"

"I know you probably don't remember, but you've been reincarnated to commit one act of murder after another."

"You're crazy! Where's Spike!?"

Leon put his gun down in a moment of remorse.

"He's gone..."

"WHAT!?"

"He's gone, alright! He asked me to kill him before I came here."

"Wouldn't that make you the killer!?"

"I told you before I was evil in some ways. I have to be to do good. That's how the life of a fighter works."

Twilight shook her head with tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Twilight. There's no other way. Goodbye."

Leon picked every one of the ponies off one by one. His conscience was screaming at him to end this tragedy as soon as possible, and that's what he did.

The rain kept falling while Leon made his way outside. All that stuck out to him was the final memory of Applejack getting back up with the last ounce of strength she had.

"You're a monster..."

Those were the last words she spoke before Leon crushed her snout through her brain with one powerful roundhouse kick, killing her on the spot. He fell to his knees while the hurricane of emotions raged inside.

"I know I am...," he said to himself.

He got back and started moving forward once more.

"This is all that's left, then, isn't it...?"

He kept moving, just as he'd done many times before.

"Leon. Leon, wake up."

Leon slowly opened his eyes veering to the ceiling.

"Drinking again?"

"Chris?"

"We need your help, Leon. Someone's been threatening a bio-terror attack at a high school. We need to take precautionary measures."

Leon sat up, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

"Have you been crying?"

"I'm not really sure. I passed out last night."

"You look like hell."

"I think I lived through it in my dreams. It's vague, but I remember it ended on a bad note. That's about it."

Leon got up and walked outside.

"I've never seen anything affect you like that."

"All I remember is I dreamed about killing something with a conscience. Zombies and terrorists are one thing, but to take the life of someone who can think and feel like we do is a thought that just...Scares me..."

"We can't stop and think about that now. We have work to do."

"I know."

They started heading down the steps of Leon's home.

"Chris, when this is over, I want you to train me."

"Why?"

"Because I want to make damn sure the risk is reduced to the lowest possible percentage."

"...Okay, but I warn you, it's gonna' be brutal."

"Whatever you've got, I promise you I've seen worse."

"I believe you. Whatever happened last night beat you down to the point of cracking. You've got nothing left to hold back."

"..."

"We have to hurry."

"Roger."