Waking up with a awful pain on you're neck isn't the greatest feeling when you're sleeping with nothing on except for you're clothing to protect you from the bitter cold ground. But he actually got use to the feeling due to his intense training with his mentor.

He tilted his head to the side before hearing the satisfying sound of his joints popping. Some people would say popping you're joints is bad for you're health but how else would he get rid of the pain.

Speaking of pain, he still remembers the wound on his shoulder that some unforseen enemy stroke him.

Tugging his shirt down, he looked at his wound in shock as the small cut and the surrounding area was a purplish tone. His vains was pulsing red as if the blood was being manipulated by the wound.

Damn! Bastards used poison.

He needed to get to a doctor or someone who knows any medical experience because he doesn't know how to treat this form of wound at all.

Then he remembers the recruits that he was going to get later on. He thought for a moment before deciding that it could wait. Right now his main objective is to not die by poison and locate a doctor to treat it.

After exiting the sewers. He was met by the sun dipping into the horizon, giving it a red tint to it. It was a beautiful sight and he sure was lucky to seen it before night arose.

Glancing around to see if any one has seen him, he felt a spike of pain erupted from his shoulder, making him hiss in pain. He didn't have long before the venom completely takes over his body. And he sure as hell doesn't want that.

Decided not to take the streets and instead he used the roof tops to better his chances of not being seen by any ponies or Caribou guards.

As he crossed roof to roof, he noticed a group of Caribou and gold armored stallions talking to each other.

When did the stallions sided with them?

He shook the thought away as he jumped yet another roof. He came to a stop to see a few Stallions armed with spears guarding a small roof below him.

His ears picked up a few screams of help as followed by fits of laughter. He has to stop this before she becomes another victim of horrific rape.

"Quiet the little shit down, will you?" The pure white stallion asked, annoyed by the screams of help.

Time to slow down as he jumped down. He could've sworn he heard a eagle call before landing on the white unlucky stallion below him as he dig his blade into his neck. The stallion gurgle on his own blood before slowly dying.

He slowly got up from the ground as the other white stallions looked at the assassin in terror and anguish. Some of them was afraid of him because he killed the stallion with ease and others in utter anger because he killed one of their kin, their friend.

The young assassin notice a naked young light purple filly laying on the ground, completely past out. He grinded his teeth in anger. It sickens him to see this young innocent filly being taken advantage of and it boils him to the core to see their own kind doing that terrible sinful act.

"Kill that fucker!" Shouted the silver plated stallion.

They will die!

One of them charged him with his spear, yelling bloody murder, only to meet his dreadful fate as the assassin impale his chin with his hidden blade before being kicked back.

The two remaining stallions exchange looks at the silver plated stallion before looking at assassin only to met him face to face. One of the stallions tried to thrust the spear tip into the assassin but was quickly disarmed as the assassin thrust the same spear into him. He screamed in agony as the assassin putted all his effort to lift him into the air before throwing him off the roof and into the ally below. The impact caused a few trashcans to dump their filthy trash onto the now blood dripping corpse.

He heard the sound of footsteps steadily gain his position. A moment past as the stallion slowly approach him. Before he could thrust his spear into the hooded figure, a silver sword drew back before slicing towards him. Another moment past as he fell onto his knees before his head rolled off his shoulders and onto the stone floor with a shocked expression printed on it. The body collapsed as it sprayed the floor with crimson blood like a spray can.

He felt someone grabbed a hold of his shoulder before throwing him across floor as he slid across it. Looking at his attacker, he identify his attacker was the silver plated stallion who had a big claymore that dragged behind him as sparks flied from the impact.

He picked himself up before charging at the stallion before swinging his sword at him. Their blades clashed together as they prancing the dance of death, exchanging blows on their swords.

"You're good with a sword, 'Demon of Ponyville'." The stallion chuckled darkly as he charged him. "Its almost sad that I have to kill you. You would've been a great sparing partner!"

Ignoring his final statement he finally sliced his chest before giving a final finishing blow towards the gut, stabbing it through.

Pulling the blade out, the stallion took a few steps backwards, surprised of what has happened before collapsing to the floor. He stared at the assassin who keeled before him.

"You stallions make me sick." He said with a scowl printed on his face. "You betrayed your own race only to rape and hurt them. I've seen sick and twisted things in my life, all terrible but this, this makes me want to puke."

"I've only done this things because the Caribou made me do it." He defended himself. "They said that my family wouldn't be harmed if I did what they told!"

"We all have family..." He stood up. "But yet we do have choices and you chose them over your race. Think of all the mares you violated and killed, their lives died by your sinful hands."

The stallion laid his head down as his eyes became devoided of all life. The assassin once more keeled down before closing his eyes so that he could rest for eternity in the afterlife.

"*Descansa en paz* (Rest in peace...)" He said before getting up as he picked up his sword.

He sheathed his blade into its rightful place before looking at the filly who was unconscious on the ground.

Walking over to her he noticed a few bruises on her face but nothing life threatening.

Letting out a relieving sigh, he began to think of what to do with her. leave her here? No, the Caribou would probably kill her. Find her a place to stay for now? Maybe, but it must be a place where no Caribou or traitorous stallions could not find her. The sewers? No, she won't survive a week in there. Where??

He grabbed her naked body, avoiding any uncomfortable areas before jumping another roof in hope of finding the filly a place to stay and getting a doctor to tend to his venom filled wound.

The young assassin also known as Robert looked at the trail that lead towards a small cottage that was seen in the distance. His curiosity grew overcome him quickly. Maybe it was a medical clinic of some sort? Sure it was quite a distance but it could be.

Trusting his senses, he jumped off the building before heading towards the small cottage with the possibility of being a medical clinic still in thought.

He notice that small woodland creatures was scrubbing past them, away from the cottage as he could faintly hear the sound of skin hitting skin, followed by the sounds of lewd moans.

He placed the filly down against a tree before slowly approaching the source.

The viewing was clear as he saw a Caribou slapping his shaft on a yellow furred winged pony face before preceding to face fuck her hard. Tears of sorrow clearly seen on her face as she cried.

"Yeah, cry like a bitch you are!" The Caribou laughed as he shoved his shaft deeper into her throat, causing her to choke visibly, gagging on it.

Before the Caribou could say anything else he felt something hit his leg.

Looking below he saw a tiny bunny kicking his leg, quite angrily. He chuckle at the bunnies futile attempt to stop him before kicking the little bothering bunny, sending him towards the window.

The bunny made contact as he hit the window before hitting the grass still less.

"ANGEL!!" She cried out the little fur ball name.

The Caribou silenced her by slapping her across the face, sending her towards the ground as she weep in dreadful cries.

"SHUT UP, YOU BIT-ACK!!!!!" A silver blade stabbed through his chest, cleanly. He fell into the pond that was next to them. The pond now filled with his own blood.

Standing over his body was the young assassin with his silver blade unsheathed that dripped with the Caribou blood. His cold eyes staring at the corpse.

"Unforgivable..." He whispered scoldingly before stepping over the body and towards the yellow furred winged pony who was still weeping on the ground.

He kneeled down before reaching over to see if she was okay. As his hand touch her shoulder, she shakily turn her head as her tearful eyes met his. She recoiled back in fear as he stood up before sheathing his silver blade.

"P-please, don't hurt me." She meekly spoke as she began to softly weep again in fear of her dear life. "I-I-I don't want to die!"

She broke in tears as she covered her face with her hands. He stared at her for a second as he began to process this.

He saved her and now she thinks that she's gonna die by him? Then a thought came to him. She fearful of him because he's a male, that make sense he guess.

Letting out a sigh, he looked at the rabbit that was still laying on the ground, possibly dead. Felt bad for the little guy, he was only trying to protect her and now he's dead.

Glancing at the pony who was still weeping on the ground, he notice a few bruises and cuts on her face. The bastard was torturing this poor pony, hitting her like she was nothing but an animal. But he's paid for his sins with blood.

"Don't worry child, I'm not going to hurt you." He said, gaining her attention.

She slowly got up as some of her mane covered her face, wearing a meekly expression.

"T-then...what do you want?" She spoke as she stepped a bit closer before tripping on a rock that sent her tumbling towards him. She crashed into him as they both fell onto the ground.

She open her eyes to see two eyes staring back at her as she clearly make out the hooded assassin's face. She could perfectly see a stubby beard along with his tan skin and noticing a small nose.

She blinked twice as she looked down to see her two giant, squishy, melons pressing against his chest. Her face turn a deep red shade before getting up and off of him, completely embarrassed.

"Goodness me, I-I'm so sorry." She apologize to him as he started to get on his feet. "Please forgive me..."

"It's okay." He reassured her it was fine. "We slip and fall sometimes."

He heard her let out a sigh of relief as he dusted himself from any dirt that might've gotten on him. As he dusted himself off, he couldn't help but to notice that she was staring at him, puzzlingly.

"Ummm..." She inch a little closer. "Do you mind if I ask...who are you?"

He lifted his hood back revealing his face. She let out a gasp to see a strange, alien face looking at her with his baby blue eyes. She has never seen his kind before and whatever he is, he did save her from her terrible, abusive, master.

He let out a grunt as he felt a stinging sensation on his venom infected shoulder. It was getting worse. He needs medical attention immediately.

He felt nauseous as he kneeled down in hope that the pain would reside.

The mare seem to notice as she rushed to him before he could hit the ground completely. She knew that he was in pain judging by his expression that he was giving. She glanced at his hand that was holding his shoulder that was a huge indicator were the pain was at.

"Can I see you shoulder...I mean if that is okay to you." She asked as she hid behind her big pink mane.

He hesitated as he looked at his shoulder before glancing at her, nodding his head, granting her request.

He pulled down his shirt as she turned pale to see a infected, poisonous, wound on his shoulder.

She got a better look at it as she wore studious expression. Her ears perked up in surprise to find out what type of poison it was.

Manticore poison.

Who or whatever used this type of poison on him must've wanted him dead. And seeing how the poison was spreading quickly, indicated that he doesn't have much time.

"Oh, you poor thing...does it hurt?" She asked him.

"Only a little." He lied. It actually hurts a lot, he feel like he was going through surgery while awake.

Before he could say another thing, her soft lips touched the wound as she began to suckle on it. "Wha-what are you doing!?"

She spat on the ground before looking at him with a deadpan expression.

"I'm getting rid of the poison, now hold still mister." She said as he struggle until he realized what she was doing.

But still a girl sucking on his wound makes him feel uncomfortable to his standard but if its going to get rid of the venom then so be it.

After a while of her sucking and spitting out the poison, he notice that the pain resided and that his shoulder isn't green anymore.

"And...done." She let out relieving sigh as she laid on the ground, panting.

The young assassin adjusted his shirt before looking at the mare who was tucker out from all the work that she did.

"Thank you." He said sincerely.

She smile as he picked her off the dirty ground. But soon her smile was replaced by a expression of sorrow as she remembered her poor Angel.

She began to sob as she held onto the assassin's chest. He had to comfort her, she lost a friend and its hard to lose a friend.

He lead her towards the cottage passing the now dead bunny who laid on the ground, blood still pouring out of his muzzle as he jerked his leg. He knew that he was far beyond saving, he only hopes that his death will not be in vain.

A mysterious figure walked down the halls of the 'friendship' castle. As he approached the door that lead to the throne room, two elite guards saluted before opening the door.

He walked down to where his throne is located. He took pride in his throne and in everything he has built.

He and his commander in chief has had Ponyville in a choke hold ever since the invasion of Canterlot. He'll keep it there as long as he still breathing.

Sitting down, he waited until his captain report on a certain situation about the 'Demon of Ponyville' that the locals has been spreading rumors about.

The main doors open as his Captain walked towards him hastily with a worried expression printed on his face. He knew something was up and if the Captain was worried then it must be important.

The Captain bowed his head in respect before bringing news about the 'Demon of Ponyville'.

"M' lord..." He spoke, "The dem-"

"HE'S NOT A DEMON!" He shouted at him, catching him off guard. "He's not...he's just another rebel, a rebel that will be smashed like a bug he is"

He nodded obviously not wanting to get on the lord's bad side.

"Yes, m' lord." He replied before resuming the report. "The rebel has again killed some of our guards, four stallions to be exact. Lead by Lieutenant Black Wing which also is decease."

He grunted in frustration. Black Wing was one of the best stallions that he encountered and hearing that he was killed by a single rebel angers him.

This rebel is being quite the bothersome. But no matter. It won't be long until the pesky rebel get caught and killed. And when he does he going to put his head on a pike where every pony will see it.

He smiles devilishly.

Author's Note

The new evil foe was shown his presence. Who is this entity and what problems does he have in store for the assassin. Find out in the next chapter.