Horsigan Noir

She groaned through her tied beak as I became frustrated.

“I told you, we should have taken her to the hospital, but no, you wanted to interrogate her while she’s recovering from a car accident with two fatalities,” Windsor lectured as we sat in the basement of my house. She whimpered and struggled in her bonds, as she slept.

I had blindfolded her in case she woke up, but at this rate, we were going nowhere fast. I went upstairs grabbed a bucket, filled it with water, and came back down.

“Wakey wakey,” I shouted as I tossed the water onto her.

She awoke, breathing hard, and struggling. She screamed through her tied beak in both pain, from her broken wing and foreleg, and fear. I sat her up, and she tried to kick me, but missed.

I grabbed her throat and choked her as I seethed, “Where is the police commissioner's daughter.”

She choked as I removed the rope around her beak, then gasped for air when I let go.

“Fuck you,” she cried out as the tightrope squeezed her broken leg.

I lunged, but was held back by Windsor, who said, “Let me try,” with pleading eyes.

“Fine,” I said.

It wasn't fine. I kept thinking of Cream, and I worried about Glowing even if I didn't know her. I went upstairs to fill the bucket, and grab the empty bag of flour on my counter.

“Please, just tell me where the girl is, or my friend is gonna do something that isn't him,” Windsor begged.

“Fuck you lady! Let me go! I just wanna go home,” Eve shouted and cried as I arrived downstairs once more.

“How do you think she feels,” I yelled angrily.

I set down the full bucket and yelled, “Time’s up Windsor!”

I put the bag on her head and flipped on the radio as Eve and Windsor screamed in protest.

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“No please,” she screamed.

I shoved her head underwater and straddled her back so she could only kick her back legs. Bubbles surfaced, and she bucked hard, but to no avail as she drowned.

I pulled her head back, and she cried and gasped for air from the wet bag, and I screamed, “Where is she!”

“I just wanna go home,” she sobbed.

I shoved her head forward, and she screamed, “No ple-!”

She was drowning again before she could finish, and I dug my talons into her flank, causing her to scream the rest of her air out underwater. There were no more bubbles, and she struggled harder before I grabbed her by the scruff of her neck, and threw her to the floor, coughing and crying.

“P-p-pl-please le-le-let me go,” she cried, as Windsor looked at me with teary eyes.

“Please. Olly. This isn't you. Come back,” Windsor begged.

“Where's the girl,” I screamed.

“I don't know,” Eve screamed, panicked and scared.

I drew my gun from my hip, and pulled back the hammer.

“Please please please don't kill me,” Eve screamed through the bag.

“Then tell me who hired you to take the girl,” I yelled.

“Please! They never gave me a name,” she cried as she curled up into a foetal position.

She lay there and sobbed as she emptied her bladder onto the concrete floor. Windsor cried softly as she went and removed the bag before hugging the sobbing griffin. The griffin buried her face into Windsor’s shoulder and cried, but I froze. Not from what they were doing, nor what I had done, or at least not yet. There stood Cream, who stared at me with teary eyes of disapproval and a hoof on the griffin’s side. I dropped my gun and backed up as hot tears filled my eyes.

“I’m sorry,” I choked out over my falling tears, and I picked up the gun, and pointed it at my head.

“Olly, no,” Windsor screamed.

BANG!

The Platters, Smoke Gets In Your Eyes

Thank you readers, and thank you Mystic Moon and Taku45k for helping me write this.

Horsigan Noir by: Mystic Moon, Taku45k, and Oliver Hellfire

“There are no words to express my sorrow and regret for the pain I have caused others by words and actions. To the people I have hurt, I am truly sorry.” -Matt Lauer

I am not happy. I lost my life to countless things, countless times. I lost part of me with Cream. I lost part of me with Windsor. I lost part of me when my crew was killed on the Boeing B17 “The Orchard Mare” and the wrongs I did during my time in the griffin army. I lost myself, and I wasn't more scared than I was then.

Windsor tackled me as the gun went off, and Eve screamed. Windsor lay, crying, on top of me, and she pounded my chest as she yelled, “You stupid jerk,” and cried.

“I'm sorry,” I managed.

“Don't you dare to that to me,” she cried.

“I don't want to lose you too,” she sobbed as she squeezed me tightly.

“I’ve always loved you, and right when I want to be with you, you try to leave me here alone,” she cried.

I hugged her back and said, “Windsor I-”

I didn't finish, for she had thrown her lips over mine, and plunged us into a deep kiss. Her lips were sweet, and as soft as velvet. It felt as if she could drag my deepest thoughts from me, and I felt warm and fuzzy there. It was almost as if I was put in a trance as time seemed to stop. She pulled back, still teary eyed, but with a small smile.

“I love you too Windsor,” I stammered, lost in the endlessly beautiful pools of orange that were her eyes.

Her alabaster coat seemed to shimmer in the light, and her light orange mane seemed to glow before-

“Hello? Did you guys leave me in the basement,” Eve cried out in fear.

‘Oh. Don't worry square one, I hear you calling me back,’ I thought.

“Yes we’re here,” Windsor said as she scrubbed her eyes.

“I heard something about a parking garage at the International Towers,” she whimpered.

I tied a rope from her neck, to the radiator, and we left her there for later, or at least I did.

Windsor kissed me on the cheek, and told me, “Do better.”

I nodded, and got into my car, and drove down to the ocean, where the International Towers stood. I pulled into the parking garage, and parked the car. I turned it off, and got out. I listened closely through the echo of the city, and heard breathing as if it were in a tin can. It was coming from the end of the parking garage, so I went further in, and knocked on car trunks as I went along, until I reached the third car, and heard a knock back. I drew my pocket knife, and stuck it between the trunk lid and the car, before popping the lock, and throwing it open to find a neon blue filly with a messy black mane. It was Glowing Glare, and I cut the ties that held her, and carried her to the car. She was dazed from something, but I didn't know what, but I figured they drugged her.

I had buckled her seat belt, and was about to pull out of the garage when I saw a deuce coupe to my right stop. I turned toward him, and then pulled a 180 slide before going the other way with them in pursuit. I upshifted, as I slid left, and missed a bus, and he was hot on my tail, but I kept on until two more cars joined pursuit. I kept up my straight line pace until I saw a traffic jam, and drifted into an alley to the left. I went left again, into a parking garage, and blasted out the other side, and through a police checkpoint. I knew they’d call it in, but I didn't care. I turned left again, into an alley with the Ford Tudor beside me, and I upshifted, and over took him, narrowly missing a side swipe from the bus, as it went on to block the alley, and get broadsided by the Ford. I went through the alley, and got out by another police checkpoint, where they picked up pursuit. I was screwed, and a patrol car swerved in front of me as I drove inland. I missed it, and turned left with five on my tail, into the Port City flood control system. There was now seven cop cars on my six o’clock, so I gunned it, and hit 110 mph before pulling away, and exiting the flood control system, and leaving them in the dust.

I was seen driving, and stepped on it once more as we neared the port. I dodged a tractor trailer and a bulldozer, before exiting and heading through the airport tunnel, and loosing them for now. I passed the long line of grid lock on the two lane road, but stopped when I saw a wrecker ramp truck, and a huge accident. I reversed about a quarter of a mile, but stopped when I saw flashing lights stop behind me.

Seven police cars, including Cover fire, all out of their cars with their guns trained on me.

“Get out of the car buck,” Fire pleaded.

“Hellfire,” he yelled.

I gunned it, and he galloped after me for a few steps, but stopped. I hit 60, then 70, then I hit the jump, and heard the angels sing as I went airborne. I landed, and bounced before swerving, and landing, gasping for breath. I looked at the kid to see that she had passed out. I drove hard, but was side swiped by an ambulance as I blew through an intersection and I was knocked unconscious by the hit.

I awoke covered in my blood with the filly shaking me.

“Mister, please wake up! You still have to take me home,” she pleaded frantically.

There was a twinge of pain, and I looked down to see a bar of chrome strip from the car door sticking through my back, and front at my abdomen. I choked, and coughed up blood, as I sat there, speared by my own car. We had been sent careening into a street lamp, and the ambulance had spun to a stop backward to my destroyed pride and joy. A paramedic dragged me through the window after finding that the door was stuck, and removed the piece while the other grabbed the girl. I struggled to breathe, and faded from consciousness once more.

I awoke in the hospital, and I felt like I was hit by a car.

“Fuck,” I muttered, and I heard the deep, powerful voice of the police commissioner.

“So, you're finally awake,” he said with a smile that could be seen under his brown mustache.

He was a big earth pony buck with a red coat, and a brown mane, and wore a suit.

“Hello sir,” I said weakly.

“Hello detective,” he said.

“You saved my daughter,” he said.

“That was the job sir,” I said sheepishly as I sat up. I groaned as another wave of pain hits me.

“You did good,” he told me. I couldn't hear him as I leaned against the pillow. Damn it! I thought. I was in so much pain, I didn't know what to do, but I just laid there.

The police commissioner gazed at me for a while. “When you leave the hospital, you’re going on a little break,” when those words came out of his mouth, I panicked.

“No! Sir, please, no break,” I pleaded with him to not give me a break. He stared at me with little shock. He knew how I work and he wants to give me a break? What a joke! I’m take a break when I’m dead, dammit!

“Alright, Oliver, just don't go killing yourself,” he told me as I managed a nod.

Hello Dolly, Louis Armstrong, A Kiss To Build A Dream On

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Next Time

"What do you mean you lost the car," The director screamed.

"That car was worth 5 thousand bits you moron," he yelled into the phone.

He saw the detective outside, and said, "I'll call you back."

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