Horsigan Noir

“I was discharged six days ago Windsor, I’ll be fine,” I said as I left the house.

“Back in twenty ok, breakfast is almost ready,” Windsor shouted back.

Windsor moved in with me, and we began seeing each other intimately. She was a bit overly protective of me, but other than that, she was great. We were still having trouble figuring out what to do with Eve, and I almost died when she tried to get me to, and I quote, “Help a gal out.” That basement will probably smell like her musk for a while, but we figured out how to look after her.

I arrived at the used car dealer down the street, and found myself ignoring most of what the salesman said.

I stood in front of a dock truck that was broken in half. The salespony stood beside me, and noticed me staring at the ‘37 Dodge Power Wagon.

“That there is a thousand bits,” He said.

“What do you mean a thousand bits,” I shouted.

“Look at it! It's broken in half,” I yelled as the buck stopped smiling.

“We’ll cut you a deal on the new Desoto Firedome if you shut up,” he said.

“Nah,” I said simply.

“How about that old Chrysler,” I asked, gesturing to the black ‘55 Chrysler 300.

“500,” he said.

“I’ll take it,” I said.

“Wait,” the manager yelled after me.

“Detective, I’ll give you that car for free, just please help me,” the rust brown buck said frantically.

“What's wrong Pile Up,” I asked.

“Some bastards made off with a 5 thousand bit car,” he said.

“Just tell me where to go,” I said as we walked to the Chrysler.

Glenn Miller, At Last

“Your car can be a look into your soul. When it’s in disarray, so are you.” -...

Credit to Mystic Moon and Taku45k
Thank you readers!
Horsigan Noir: Autotopia Atrocity by: Taku45k, Mystic Moon, and Oliver Hellfire

“Why the hell would the car be here,” Pile Up asked me. I looked around and I knew what it was. This was greaser territory and we were in it. I muttered curses to myself.

“We need to be careful,” I told Pile Up as I stopped the car. He got out as well and looked around. I heard footsteps as I turned around to see who it was.

“Who the hell are you and why are you here,” a deep voice filled with anger asked us. I turned to see a pegasus, who was flying too close to me for comfort. I leaped away and I looked at Pile Up. He was on his guard, making me smile coldly.

“I’m here for a car that was stolen,” I told the flying pony. The pegasus grinned.

“What makes you think that we have it,” he asked me. When he said “we", four others came out of hiding. ‘Damn, we're surrounded,’ I thought.

“Pile Up! Be careful!” I shouted at him. When one of the pegasus’s flunkies reached for me, my sharp talons cut his hooves. He cried out in pain when I threw him towards another place.

When a female earth pony ran towards me, I simply just flicked her on her forehead. As the two guys leaped at me, I let them as we fought to show our griffin pride. Blood and feathers were being poured and pulled at.

When my throat was caught by another griffin, I snarled and I forced him off by kicking him. I burst free of the group as a song began to play in my head.

Jack Purvis, Mental Strain At Dawn

I threw my hat up, and drew my baton. I sweeped the legs out from under the griffin, and bashed his head. I turned, and batted the charging pegasus out of the sky, and dodged the blind side attempt from the mare, and put her in a choke hold against my chest with the baton as I rose up with her in my grasp.

“Alright we’ll leave you alone, just let her go,” the bloodied ring leader said.

I dropped her quickly, and caught my falling hat before placing it back atop my head.

“I better not get anymore trouble from you foolish kids, or I’ll be forced to arrest you for assault and battery,” I sneered.

Pile Up ran to the car, and I limped slowly to it, feeling my broken wing throb, and my left hind leg sprained. I got in the car, and left with my memory of how Windsor was going to kill me when I got home.

When I got home, Windsor shouted at me, like I knew she would. “You got hurt! You said you would be back in twenty minutes, Oliver! You were gone for a hour!” She shouted at me. I grinned cheekily at her.

“Oops, my bad. I lost track of time.” I told her. Windsor was seething, but she let it go after punching me in my stomach, which had no injures. I groaned at her punch. ‘She still knows how to spring out a punch’ I thought holding my stomach as I tried not to curse at Windsor.

She had every right to be worried. I was acting like a little big shot, going after every criminal without my partner. I felt awful. My injuries screamed at me and I didn't want to go to the hospital again. The doctor would scream at me too if he saw me.

“I'm just glad you're ok,” she said before hugging me tightly.

Eve then came upstairs, wearing one of my floral Cowaiian shirts.

“Hey guys,” she said.

“Morning Eve,” Windsor said.

She sat at the table, and squirmed a bit, and I asked, “You still-"

“Yes,” she answered quickly.

She was living with us now, because she would die if we hoofed her over to the cops, who thought she was dead, but if they found out otherwise, then we’d all go to jail. Eve had a brain injury from the car accident, and could have seizures in times of high stress, or die from something else that I forgot. We had hired a doctor friend of mine to help her, and she decided to stay peacefully with us thanks to Windsor talking her into it. It was almost like having a younger sibling, or a teenage daughter. She was 18, and Windsor became attached to the young troublemaker.

I was still thrown off by this, because of the time I spent with an infantry regiment when my bomber was shot down, and crashed on the front lines. We would interrogate the enemy, then dispose of them, and I hadn't been able to do so.

“Pancakes are on the table,” Windsor said before kissing me on the cheek.

I couldn't help but look at her toned flanks as she walked away.

I blushed as Eve followed my gaze and glared at me. “Don't stare at her like that. It’s disrespectful. Some griffin did that to me once and I punched him. I was at school at the time, so I did get into trouble, but I was protecting myself,” When she told me this, I got so mad at the unknown male griffin. I caught myself when I realized that I was acting like an overprotective father.

“That's good. Perverts are bad and don't trust strangers,” I told softly. Eve looked at me, shocked.

“She was right, you do care like that,” She muttered under her breath, but I still heard her. I didn't want to ask so I just left it alone.

“Why don't you still attend school,” I asked her. Eve shifted uncomfortably.

“I, um, dropped out,” she told me. ‘Did she think that I was going to get mad at her,’ I thought. She’s not even my daughter and I’m acting like a parent.

“What about your parents,” I asked her. Eve gazed at the ground sadly.

“What about them,” she asked me, not really answering my question. I knew something bad must've happened because Eve teared up a bit. I left the matter alone and I tried to comfort her the best way I knew how. Windsor came back into the kitchen with a small smile on her face.

“You two are finally bonding, that's good. Eve, dear, why don't you back upstairs? The doctor’s going to be here any minute now,” Windsor told Eve softly. I switched my gaze between the two females.

“Yes, Mom,” Eve tells Windsor, who was shocked at what Eve called her. Eve didn't register what she called Windsor and when she realized, she screamed with strong fright. “Please don't hurt me,” she shouted with fear. When she did that, I regret ever hurting her.

“I won't. I’m perfectly fine with you calling me your mother,” Windsor tells Eve, hugging her gently.

RING RING

I groaned as the doorbell rang. I wondered who it was. I told Eve to go back to her room. When I opened the door, all I smelled was gunpowder. “Luna, what the hell,” I demanded from the visitor. The visitor was Pile Up. “Pile Up, are you out of your mind,” I shouted at the stallion.

“Sorry there, Oliver, I didn't know that this was your house,” he told me. I grunted a bit.

“Put that away,” I growled at him at little. He unloaded his gun and he set it down. When I looked at him closely, he had blood on his head. “What the hell happened,” I asked him. He looked at me when he realized that I noticed the blood on him.

“This is nothing,” he answered. I pressed my lips in a cold smile.

“Fine, don't answer me. I don't care,” I told him. “You can leave, if you don't need anything,” I continued. He looked around in a quick gaze.

“Can you help me,” he finally gathered his guts to ask me for help. I smirked.

“What is it, Pile Up,” I asked him. He pushed me back into my house and I glared at him. “What the hell, dude,” I shouted at him. I was pissed now. He pushed me into my own house.

“Be understand- I didn't mean to do this,” Pile Up told me. I looked at him as I softened my glare when I saw Eve staring at me.

“What did you do,” I asked him. I was scared of the answer as he shifted.

“I killed the mare from earlier,” he confessed to me. I scratched him with my talons. I breathed in anger as I released my anger.

“What the hell were you thinking? Damn it! Luna dammit,” I shouted as I punched Pile Up repeatedly. I didn't stop my assault until a whimper from Eve was heard by me. I froze. My balled up fist was close to Pile Up. He spit his blood at me and Eve froze. I pulled him up and I pushed my face into his. “Don't drag me down with you,” I warned Pile Up as I pushed him out of the house.

“F-Father,” Eve called me as I stared at her in guilt. She had to see that. That side was worse than the side that tortured her.

“Sorry, Eve. You shouldn't call a monster your father,” I told her, walking out the door, with my hoof cuffs.

I had to take him in, but when I got outside, a deuce coupe pulled up with the greasers hanging out of it with “Grease Guns" I dove, but caught a 9mm round in my wing, while my house caught a couple bullets, and Pile Up was pumped full of led.

The car took off, and I realized that the bullets struck near the kitchen.

I writhed as Windsor and Eve screamed my name simultaneously, but I was relieved when they appeared in my vision to pick me from the bushes. My wing and hind leg hurt like hell as they helped me to the car.

“We need to get you to a hospital,” Windsor said, as Eve hid her face with a hockey mask.

“Dammit,” I groaned.