The cold wind swept through the abandoned building. Heavy rain hitting the side of it, some of the droplets coming into the building through broken glass or other openings. A figure laid, curled up in a purple cloak, on an old, stained, mattress. The figure's long, red claws grabbed at her cloak, pulling the loose parts closer for warmth. The wind grew louder, and louder, as the figure slept away. The cold wind soon worked its way through the cloak, the figure finally opened their eyes in annoyance.

'Why, why must this cloak be so useless in stopping the cold?' the figure thought angrily. The figure got up, and removed the cloak's hood, looking over at a shattered mirror. There in the cracked reflection was a dark red mare, with bright red eyes, so sharp, it could pierce the heart of even the evilest, and vile creature. Her mane in a ponytail, the mane a darker red than her fur, which was messy upon inspection. She did not care, the only thing she cared about was finding a blanket, or something close to it to bundle up in. Though it was true she had enough bits to buy a house and settle down, she slept in the abandoned factory outside of a small city. Her reasons for choosing this varied, but the biggest one is that she didn't want to be tracked by the loved ones of the ponies she killed. It was a style of living that very few can live with, but she managed. Moving down the rusted stairs, she began her search for the missing piece to her warm night. Her last blanket was swept away in a large windstorm, never to be found again. She looked behind crates, boxes, and broken down machinery, but to no avail.

Then, the sound of hooves hitting the cracked concrete of the building warned her of someone's presence. She quietly hides behind an old machine, most likely used for packing whatever was made here. A figure walked in, they had a yellow jacket on, with blue jeans. Under their arm were a picture, two candles, a black blanket, and a matchbox.

"Another one?" She said with a sigh. These ponies all thought of her as legend, some say you need to perform a ritual to summon her, and then you need to give her an offering. The ritual part was the annoying part of this, to perform the ritual, you needed, the picture of the person/ creature you want to be killed, their name, the asker's name, and money or an offering to "appease the spirit of death". The asker's name and the person/ creature name was added on by her so she would know who or what she was killing, and do research. The figure removed their hood, underneath was a female unicorn no older than 25, her mane chocolate brown, her fur a light green. She put down the ingredients for the ritual, put them in order, and lit the candles. She finally said her name and the incantation to summon her.

"Red Assassin, born in blood, and vowed to kill those who are worthless, I ask for you to give me service." She stopped for a moment, then continued, " I ask you to kill Land Trotter, in the name of me, Minty Brown, for he has done me wrong in his theft of my very soul and body." The Red Assassin flew from her place of hiding, landing perfectly, with the hood over her head, in front of Minty. The mare jumped back and looked at the figure that now stood in front of her.

"In what do you have to offer me?" The Assassin questioned. The mare gulped, most likely not believing in the story, until now. With a small amount of confidence, she sat up straight, grabbing and presenting the blanket to the Red Assassin.

"I-I offer you my blanket, which was sewed by me with the greatest of threads." the mare gulped once more, hoping the legend that if you bring her a gift she did not want, she would kill, wasn't true. To her surprise, the figure gently took the blanket from her hands.

"Hmmm, this will do nicely. Tell me, where does your ex-lover live or work?" The Red Assassin asked. The mare was happy she wasn't going to die, but she was surprised that the Red Assassin knew it was an ex-lover. She looked into the eyes of the assassin but quickly looking away upon seeing them staring right through her. She resorted to looking at the midsection of the assassin.

"He-he lives on Bore Street, in house 347," Minty said, fear once more grabbing her. This fear was put to rest quickly when the assassin stated softly.

"You have nothing to be afraid of, this gift of thread is one of the best offers I have received. You need not fear a death by me." The assassin looked down at the mare.

"I assume you want him dead by noon?" the assassin questioned, raising an eyebrow at the asker.

"Yes, if it wouldn't be to much trouble." The mare finally broke, her confidence now gone, only whimpered that last two words of her sentence. The assassin looked away from her, and to the blanket, she held in her hand. Its softness brought her back to when she was little, in no fear of the great world, but that was many moons ago.

"Consider it, done." the assassin stated softly to the mare, hoping to not have the mare scream, cry, or both. The mare looked at the assassin, a tear in her eye. She couldn't believe that the story was true, but that, the assassin was cold-hearted, was false.

"Th-thank you." the mare stood up, and with a quick jerk, hugged the Red Assassin. She didn't know why, but knowing that she would get revenge for the abusing relationship, made her happy, her kids, no longer in fear of being taken away by him. The Red Assassin was perplexed, an asker, hugging her, and saying thank you? This was unheard of, even for the many years she had done this, she rarely got a thank you, but a hug? That never happens. She slowly put her arms around the mare, mostly out of confusion, until the mare stepped away. Her purple eyes, now wet with tears. She turned away, gathering her stuff, pulling the hood over her head, and finally set back out into the rain. The Red Assassin watched her go. When the mare named Minty Brown was out of sight, Red assassin slowly turned her new prize over, in neat stitching was her alias "The Red Assassin". In smaller text at the bottom read, "The bringer of peace to a world of deceit". She looked at it for a few more moments, then got ready for the killing of Road Trotter.

Author's Note

This story just came to me outta now where.
I hope whoever is reading this, enjoyed it.
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