Canterlot City
November 2, 2017

The midnight hour covers the humble city of Canterlot, basking in its glorious shade of night from its moon. Such hours are a perfect time for late-night parties and hangouts, with students and workers alike flock to the entertainment hub of the city to spend time with their friends and loved ones. Cheering and laughter rule the night, singing and dancing express the joyous nature of the citizens. For the party-goers, the fun will last forever as long as the night stays young.

Unfortunately, it will be their last...

ZAP.... ZAP ZAP ZAP

In the darkest alley of Canterlot, sparks of lightning flickers as an ominous gust of wind accompanies the now ever-growing white sphere.

ZAP ZAP ZAP ZAP

As soon as it grew bigger up to its limit, the sphere of lightning disappears, leaving only a naked Chrysalis with long teal hair, kneeling on one foot. While all of this is happening, Lyra had to take the alley on the way to the party as she witnessed the strange but frightening display.

"Hey, are you okay!?" Lyra asked the woman with concern.

Chrysalis did not respond; it stood up and turned to look at her with a dead expression.

"Wait Here, let me call 911!" Lyra says while taking out her smartphone to dial emergency services.

Chrysalis slowly approached Lyra as she looked at her with nothing but a cold gaze.

"Hello, 911? I need help, someone's-" before she could finish, the woman grabbed hold of Lyra's neck with great force and held her up in the air with one arm.

"W-what are you doing-" SNAP

The dark-skinned woman let go of the lifeless body of Lyra, before looking down to scan her clothes.

"Tying up loose ends." She replied with a monotone voice.

Taking Lyra's clothes, red jacket and phone, the cyborg in disguise hid the body on a rusty dumpster before walking out of the dark alley to requisition a car.

Chrysalis takes in the surroundings of the city, examining it for threats and cars to steal. She gazed at the black mustang with streaks of rainbows on its right side, adorning a decorative cloud with streaks of rainbows on the hood. Approaching the car, she smashes the window and makes her way into the driver’s seat. Not wasting any more time, Chrysalis hot-wires the car with ease before driving off to the streets.

Using the phone she took from Lyra, Chrysalis dials a number to connect itself on the database, gaining access to the records of her targets.

Accessing Database… Connected to Database.

Record Access: Permission Granted

Canterlot High School and Crystal Prep General Records:

Micro Chips - Tech Student

Sandalwood - Eco Kid

Juniper Montage - Movie Buff

Wallflower Blush - Florist

Indigo Zap - Athlete

Lemon Zest - Rocker

Principal Celestia - School Principal

Vice Principal Luna - Vice School Principal

PRIORITY TARGETS IDENTIFIED: TERMINATE AT ALL COSTS

Checking closest target proximity….

Micro Chips located: Closest target Priority. Re-routing...

Identifying her priority targets, she sets her sights on Micro Chips first, the closest to her current location. Swerving to avoid the oncoming cars on the rush to arrive at his residency, she speeds up and runs the red light. A patrolling cop car witnesses the driver’s actions, as he gives chase to the speeding black mustang.

Chrysalis notices this, looking over at the rear mirror to get a good glimpse at the cop car tailing her stolen car.

“You in the black mustang, Slow down! Slow down and pull over immediately!” The cop ordered.

Knowing that he’ll follow her if she doesn’t comply, she slows down and pulls over, with the cop following suit.

Getting out of his car, he walks over to the right side of the door as he looks down on the speeding woman.

“Lady, have you any idea how fast you were going?” The cop asked.

Chrysalis looks over at the cop’s holster, holding a fully loaded beretta.

“Let me see your license and registration.”

She looks up to the cop and says, “I like your gun.”

The cop, baffled at her comment can’t help but ask his last question, “What?”

Micro Chips, ever the nerd, declined to go out to the party for tonight as he’s dead-set on completing his next ambitious project for the upcoming CHS Science Fair. Micro’s room resembles that of a messy scientist, as one would call it “organized chaos,” the shelves are littered with various wirings and other spare gizmo parts.

"Thanks for helping me out on my project, Sandalwood. I really appreciate it." Micro Chips thanked.

"It's no problem, dude. I'm eager to see what you're doing so I might as well lend a helping hand." Sandalwood responded.

All the while, Sandalwood switches to the news channel to see the latest fuzz and events that happened.

"Good evening viewers, tonight's special edition: The threat of a super virus. Is it real or is it merely a hoax?"

Micro Chips notices the news as he watches along with Sandalwood.

"Currently, Manehattan's civil computers and military systems are on full alert as the appearance of a so called super virus incapacitates the electronic hardware systems, from Smartphones to Computers. Analysts say that the virus must have resulted from a hacker and assures the citizens that there is no need for panic and that their team will track down the source of the virus."

"Huh, that's weird," Micro uttered, returning to his work table.

"What do you think, Chips? You think this virus is a big deal?" Sandalwood asked.

"I'm not entirely sure. Chances are that the hacker is using a changed and beefed up Trojan Virus to troll civilians and the military. I'm sure the team will resolve the problem in no time." Chips responded while working on his science fair project.

"Hmm," Sandalwood pondered for a moment, "that hacker's got guts, I give him that."

"Ah, he'll get his due in no time, I'm sure. Hackers who do these kinds of things really get on my nerves." Micro Chips said with a hint of anger.

From the window, a shade of light passes by as the sound of a parked car pierces the air.

"Huh, your parents are home early tonight, Micro. I'll get the door for them." Sandalwood said, before getting up to walk down the stairs.

"Thanks, Sandal!" Micro replied, still busy with his science project.

Three knocks on the door are heard as Sandal approaches the door. "Coming!"

He opens the door, expecting to see Micro Chip's parents, only to see a teal haired woman wearing a red jacket and jeans.

"Are you Mr. Sandalwood?" She asked.

"Uh, yeah that's me." He responded.

Not too long, Chrysalis aims her pistol at Sandalwood and fires three rounds at his chest, killing him in the process.

Micro Chips, startled at the sound of gunfire, quickly grabs hold of his baseball bat to the right of his desk.

"Sandal!? Are you okay!?" He yelled in question.

No response, only the oncoming footsteps from the stairs can only be heard. Knowing that he's in danger, he quickly slams the door shut and locks it, holding on tight to the baseball bat.

Not too long, a fist breaks through the door, making Micro scream in fear. As Chrysalis unlocks the doorknob, Micro quickly opens the sliding window and prepares to make a jump for it. Unfortunately, he is suddenly grabbed by the neck from behind as Chrysalis throws Micro back in his room, preventing his escape.

Micro quickly crawls away and gets up to run down the stairs, only to be met by the dead body of his best friend, Sandalwood. Three bullet holes made their way in his chest. Micro, knowing that he has no time to mourn, quickly runs for his car on the parking space of their home. He hastily unlocks the door to his car and quickly closes it back as soon as he's in. He tries to start his engine, but only to hear the sounds of an attempt.

"No, darn you! Start!!!!" Micro screamed as he tried to start the car's engine again, only to fail once more. He tries again, and the engine springs to life at last. Sadly, he's too late as Chrysalis tears off the door, pulling him out of the car before he can escape.

"Let me go, please!!" Micro Pleaded, but to no avail.

Chrysalis then throws him to the wall, taking out the keys to his car's primer to make sure he won't try to escape this time.

Micro Chips then knelt down, as he pleaded for his life from the female assassin. He begged, and begged, but it is futile.

The Terminator cannot be bribed, cannot be bargained, it cannot be convinced and it will not stop until its targets have been terminated.

As he stared down the end of the pistol's barrel, he took one last breath as the terminator shot him to the head point-blank.

Targets: Micro Chips and Sandalwood
Status: Terminated...

Author's Note

Wow, two chapters in one day! I've impressed myself

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