Slave To Blood

Chapters

Chapter 1 - The Ring
Chapter 2 - Life Outside
Chapter 3 - The Plan

Chapter 1 - The Ring

Humans are slaves to them. Nothing but toys that are thrown away when the owner doesn’t want them anymore. But the worst is the underground fighting ring that some of the ponies have set up, pitting one man against another until the other can’t stand, or can’t breathe.

“Get a move on boy!” a large stallion with a black coat said, prodding me with a cattle iron to ensure I don’t fall behind. I walk the best I can with the strain of the heavy chains that bind my hands, feet and neck. Fresh bloods as we called them were new Humans that have been sold to be slaughtered for the pony’s entertainment. The one In front of me only looked to be about sixteen and he was clearly terrified, he was probably a house servant to the rich in Canterlot or Manehattan before ending up here.

“A better life then this.” I thought to myself sadly, as we stopped at our dugouts to wait for our bloody battle. Feeling the chains come undone and taking my seat next to the scared boy, I look towards him as he mumbles and cries into his hands.

“What’s your name mate.” I ask extending my hand out to him.

“Umm…um K…Kyle sir.” He says taking my hand and shaking it with a trembling grip.

“Well Kyle, you ever been in a fight before?” I ask him. He shakes his head and sniffles.

“Why, why did I have to be taken from my home, from my family, from my friends?” he mumbles in-between sniffles. I put an arm around him feeling his hurt all too well.

“I can’t tell ya mate, but what I can tell you is keep your distance, fresh bloods love to rush in and try to finish it quick, but most don’t have any experience or aren’t that fit. So, wait till he is exhausted, then swing as hard as you want.”

“Your up pipsqueak” the black coated stallion said pointing at the young Kyle. Kyle, trembling follows him up the stairs and into the light.

“Good luck Mate, you’re going to need It.” I think to myself as I look down at the cloth wrapped around my hands. I don’t need to wrap them, but I do it out of tradition and to give my hands more of a chance of surviving any punches thrown. I feel my shins, hard and bruised from continuously kicking the wooden beam that I tape my pillows to. I think about my past life, about my family, my wife and my unborn child. I hear the crowd cheer and the sound of clapping, I snap out of my daydream as I look up, Kyle gets pushed back down the steps and gets placed next to me.

“Keep that up and I’ll skin you alive, got it!” the stallion growled. “I Expect to see a fight, not you run around for 3 minutes like a headless chicken!”

Kyle nodded his head. “Yes sir.”

The stallion looked at me and nodded towards the stairs.

“Come on champ, its show time!” he says with a massive smile on his face. I nod and stand up walking to the steps and climbing them.

“Thank you mister, and good luck to you!” Kyle shouted. I stop, give him a thumbs up and continue my climb. I walk out onto the dirt and get greeted by a cheer and a loud voice booming over.

“Fillies and gentlecolts it is time for the event you have all been waiting for! I’m your host Mustang Shine and these are your fighters!” The stallion called Mustang shouted, drawing every word just a touch.

“In the blue section! Weighing sixty-nine kilograms from the eastern human tribes! Give it up for Marcus!” As he said that, a man looking to be in his early twenty’s walked forward and was then slapped with a blue x on his back. He walked forward nervously and looked around, the crowd booing him.

“And in the red section! From the frozen north tribes! Weighing a hefty eighty-three kilograms! You know him as the reaper of souls! It is Björn Frozenheart!” He yells drawing out my name even more. The crowd rises in thunderous applaud as I have a red x slapped onto my back. We walk towards the center of the dirt ring and stare at each other, I look slightly down at him, me being taller than him and put my hand out to shake his, he accepts it and I see the fear and fire in his eyes.

“I remember when I had them eyes” I think to myself as we turn to Mustang.

“Alrighty now! You know the rules, there are none! First to fall unconscious or die will lose! Lose two fights in a row and well, it’s off to the labor house for some fun, hard work for the rest of your life! Is that clear?” Me and Marcus nod and look to each other once more, I bow with my hands in a prayer then walk towards the little starting square marked out for me.

“Are you ready!” Mustang yells making the crowd cheer in anticipation. “Well then FIGHT!”

The massive gong rings and I step into my square stance and slowly shuffle forward. Marcus on the other hand throws his hands in a boxing stance and rushes forward. He brings his right arm back and as he steps onto his lead leg with a wild swing, I duck to my left and plant a left hook into his side. As he grunts, I swiftly skip behind him and teep him away, he stumbles and regains but with anger fueling him now he roars and charges at me. I stand my ground and start to block and weave as much as I can, he throws wild punch after wild punch. I see my opening as he throws a big wild right again and I rush forward catching him off guard and wrapping him into the clinch. I place my grip firmly on the bridge of his neck and head with my elbows tucked and hips trust forward. Marcus having no control tried desperately to get away, he threw wild punches at my head and body with no effect. Marcus started to tire and as his arms dropped, I stepped back and threw a clean elbow that hit flush with his eyebrow. Blood was flowing freely down the open gash made from the clean hit and Marcus reeled back in pain at the sudden attack. I step forward with a left jab which he blocks desperately covering his face, a rookie mistake as I then throw a clean right knee that smashed into his ribs. He gasped for air and as his hands lowered to cover his rips, I place a clean right hook onto his jaw dropping him to the ground. He looks up with a wide blank stare and tries to stand. As he does, I place the flat of my foot right across his face causing him to crash face first into the dirt, blood dribbling from his mouth.

The crowd roared in a thunderous chant of Reaper repeatedly. I look up at Mustang who gives me a thumbs up and a wicked smile, I nod and turn to the still asleep Marcus, the blood starting to pool around his face from the cut on his brow and mouth. I bow like last time and walk back to the dugout; Kyle looks up as I walk down and jumps up to greet me extending his hand.

“Hey um, I just wanted to say thank you again mister Björn was it? He paused waiting for my response.

“Yeah kid, Björn’s my name.” as I go to shake his hand again, I hear the black stallion behind me yelling.

“Come on you no furs back to the petting zoo.” the stallion takes the chains that were used to bring us here and clips them back onto me and Kyle.

We walk back in silence to the sleeping and training cells, or as the slavers like to call it, the petting zoo. I notice the slaves that had lost were being dragged to the whipping post, it’s a horrible fate for those unlucky enough to be beaten in this death game. Two in a row and its more than just a whipping, that’s when heads start rolling or you are sent away for hard labor. I still remember the first time I lost a match; it was my third fight and I was too cocky. I rushed in ignoring all signs and got blinded by a haymaker to the temple. It was a harsh whipping, the pain all too memorable in my mind. I vowed to never lose again.

We arrived at the five by five-meter cell and the stallion removed the chains and poked us in.

“You will be sharing a cell since your last cell mate just couldn’t handle the heat anymore.” He laughed at the thought of the old human that had been my cell mate. He was forty-six and couldn’t keep up with the amount of punishment anymore.

Kyle looked around the cell and sat on the empty bed roll. He felt like such an idiot for trusting that little filly when she said that she wanted to be his friend. She led them to the village, he knew that deep down it was his fault.

“I know what you’re thinking mate.”

Kyle looks up at me in surprise.

“What do you mean Björn sir?”

“You think it’s your fault for being here but get that notion out of your head. You can’t survive in this place thinking everything is your fault clear your head and just focus on getting stronger.” I say to him as I lay down on my bed roll, my tattered blood-stained shirt placed beside me.

“Björn sir?” Kyle asked quietly.

“Yeah mate.” I respond turning my head to look at him.

“How long have you been here for?”

“Three years.”

Kyle looked up in shock at what I just said.

“How old were you.” Kyle asked.

“Seventeen.” I say scratching an itch on my stomach

“Does it get any easier.” Kyle asked, with a hopeful look on his face

“In my experience kid.” I say as I look him directly in the eye. “It never does.”

Author's Note

Here we go with a brand new story i have a good feeling about this one

Chapter 2 - Life Outside

Twilight Sparkle walked along the busy streets of Canterlot in the late afternoon, stopping every so often to browse stalls of the many colourful ponies selling clothing, trinkets, and other goods. The busy streets were lined with ponies young and old, and the grey concrete bricks of the path that lined the main dirt road that the carts and carriages would ride on were dusty and dirty contrasting the bright and colourful stalls. She would also stop and frown at the humans that were working for some of the ponies. Twilight was not a massive fan of the slave trade in Equestria, in fact she and Princess Luna would sometimes get in arguments with Queen Celestia about the treatment of humans. Of course, her mother would tell her that it would die out all in good time.

Just as she turned onto a popular café street, she heard a loud commotion up ahead and quickened her pace so she could see.

“This is bullshit!” Someone screamed, “you treat them worse than dirt, it’s disgusting!”

“Yeah!” Another chorused, “the humans have lives and rights as well!”

Twilight watched as the small band of ponies grouped around a badly beaten human child that lay on the brick path. The Human boy had been cleaning for a café and had accidentally dropped a plate, smashing it by accident. As punishment he was subject to a beating in the public view with a cane, the boys once blond hair was matted with blood and dirt and was now a bloody brown colour.

“This one is my property and I can do with it what I like!” the old stallion said waving the cane at the protesters. “that one smashed a plate causing me to lose money, and so he owes me what is due”

The small group of ponies consisting of three mares and two stallions huffed in response.

“He is not property! He is a living, breathing, sentient being!” A light blue mare with a dark purple mane and eyes with two black music notes for her cutie mark yelled.

Twilight had heard that there was an anti-slavery movement forming but she didn’t realize that they were this openly public about it. She looked at the other members of the group. The two stallions, one a green pegasus and the other an orange unicorn, shielded the boy while the three earth mares, one pink, one grey and the blue one from before were shouting at the crowd and café owner.

“You fucking skin lovers can get out of my face and give me back that boy before I have the guards brought down on you!” The old stallion spat, his yellow coat looked worn and Twilight could tell he was struggling to keep up this stand off

“That’s enough!” Twilight yelled, causing the crowd of ponies to look in her direction. They started whispering among themselves and some even dropped to their knees and bowed

“Princess! Tell these good for nothing thugs that the law states…”

“I know what the law says sir!” Twilight cut him off, parting the crowds as she walked over to the stallion.

“How much was the boy?” Twilight asked him calmly.

“well, he was seventy bits he was.” He replied confused by her question.

Twilight reached into her saddle bag and pulled out a purse, asking for the stallion’s hand she placed eighty bits in his hand.

“That should cover the boy and the broken plate.” Twilight said, turning and walking towards the group around the young boy.

“Now, now hold on a min…”

“I said that should cover it!” Twilight snapped, cutting him off again. He looked shocked, like someone had just told him that his dead grandmother had come back and was dancing naked. Twilight walked over to the group not paying notice to the old stallion mumbling to himself.

“What is your name miss?” Twilight asked the blue earth pony.

“Harmony line, Princess Twilight.” She replied.

“Do you happen to have somewhere that this young human can stay?” Twilight questioned, smiling at the mare in front of her.

“Yes! we have a place he can stay!” The grey mare chimed in. “Are you saying he can come back with us?”

“Yes, he can.” Twilight said, giggling at her excitement, it reminded her much of her friend Pinkie Pie.

“Hey! That’s my slave, buy your own if you want one” The stallion interjected, clearly not happy about his slave being given away.

“I have given you a payment meaning I technically bought him and means I technically can do what I want with him.” Twilight said, her back still towards the old stallion.

For the second time in five minutes, the stallion stood mouth agape in shock and confusion.

“You bitch! How...”

“You will not speak to me that way! I am heir to the throne not some common pony!” twilight boomed, turning to face him. She hated using authority but Queen Celestia would often tell her ‘a queen must use power when it is deemed acceptable, do not abuse your rank.’

“You have accepted money off me and in doing so have stated by law that he is no longer yours but mine.” She said, calming down from her outburst. She turned back to the group of ponies and walked to the boy, the stallion still in shock.

“Hi, I’m Twilight Sparkle, what’s your name?” she asked smiling, kneeling beside him. The boy looked up and looked at her with his one open eye due to the other eye being badly swollen. The cuts and bruises on his face and body made Twilight feel sorrow for the lives that these young kids had to live.

“J...Ja…James.” He struggled to say through a swollen lip.

“Well James, these nice ponies are going to take you home to care for you, would you like that?” Twilight said gesturing to the five ponies around him.

“T…They are taking care of me?” James asked hope starting to fill his green eyes.

“They are James, they will take good care of you I promise.” Twilight confirmed, smiling at the new light that filled his eyes. Twilight turned back to the old stallion.

“And what is your name sir?” Twilight asked.

“Latte cream” He replied bitterly.

“Well Latte, this discussion is over, please return to your shop and be happy this is all you lost.” Twilight said turning to face the crowd.

“Please return to your shops, dining, or conversations please, there is nothing to see here anymore.” One by one the ponies dispersed going back to the tasks they had beforehand.

“Oh, thank you Princess!” Harmony said, extending her hand out in friendship to Twilight, Twilight pleased to have been a help gladly took it.

“No thank you, it’s nice to see somepony finally stand up and say something.” Twilight said in genuine happiness.

“You know princess, with you as our leader to be, I have hope for Equestria yet.”

3 HOURS LATER

“YOU DID WHAT?!” Queen Celestia roared, outraged by what Twilight had told her.

“I stopped a slave boy from being beaten, I bought him, and I gave him to a group of good ponies.” She repeated. “I did the right thing is what.”

“Twilight how many times have I told you that this isn’t going to solve the problem!” Celestia said, rubbing her eyes with her fingers.

“You aren’t solving it either by waiting for it to die! It been going on for the past three-hundred and fifty years already!” Twilight said, her voice filled with emotion.

“Look Twilight, if you run around like this then it’s only asking for trouble ok. Ponies who have been told they are superior in every way won’t just back out of that notion because one princess told them too.” Celestia said calmly. Sitting next to Twilight on her bed. Twilight looked down and frowned to herself, she didn’t understand why this couldn’t be stopped by outlawing it. If the Queen banned the slave trade, then the ponies would have to follow her laws.

“Twilight I know what you are thinking, but it would only cause the ponies who thrive off the trade to revolt, then we would be stuck with a band of angry ponies trying to fight back.” Celestia said calmly placing her hand on Twilight's shoulder.

“I just couldn’t stand it.” Twilight said, looking up at Celestia with shining purple eyes. “I couldn’t just stand there and watch that young boy get abused anymore.”

“I know dear.” Celestia said tenderly, bringing Twilight into an embrace. “But we must go about this a better way if we want to rid Equestria of it.”

Celestia looked at the purple mare in her arms. She knew Twilight was still growing and still had much to learn, but she couldn’t help but sigh at her young protégée.

“Get some rest and I will call you when dinner has been served, alright?” Celestia said letting go of Twilight and walking to the door of her chamber.

“Alright.” Twilight said, looking up at the Queen, giving her a small smile.

Celestia walked out of her chambers shutting the door behind her.

“I just hope this doesn’t cause any out outbursts.” Celestia said to herself as she walked towards her throne room.

MEANWHILE

The stallion slipped silently through the alleyway; his eyes set on his target. The stallion was not like other ponies, he had a dark purple coat and a red and green spiked mane. His eyes, one red and one green, shined like a cats in the dark passageway. He looked around taking in his surroundings to make sure no pony was following him before climbing up onto a balcony. He looked through the window and listened.

“No footsteps, no talking, no noise, perfect.” He purred to himself. He pulled out a small pouch and picked out two long metal pins and placed then in between the gap of the window. After a few moments he managed to push the latch up and slowly pulled the window open. He paused to make sure no one heard him, and when he heard nothing, he quietly stepped into the room.

He made his way into the first room where a mare and stallion slept, and without a moment of hesitation, pulled two small knifes from his belt and stuck them into their throats. They both opened their eyes and tried to scream, but all that came out was a quiet gurgle and a long shuddering breath followed by nothing but a blank stare.

He pulled out the knives and smiled to himself.

“Two down.” He said to himself, turning and leaving the room. He snuck around the house and repeated this action on another stallion and two mares who were sleeping in different rooms.

“One more to go.” He smiled evilly to himself as he made his way into the last room of the house.

The boy rose sleepily as he heard the door to his room creak open and saw a figure standing in the dim light

“Miss…Is…Is that you?” he asked, trembling evident in his voice.

The figure said nothing and slowly walked towards him. The boy paled and froze as the strange shadow approached him. The boy went to scream, but it was too late, in a flash the knife hit its target and the boy fell back hitting the floor, blood pooling around him.

“Sweet dreams.” The stallion said. Slowly laughing to himself as he pulled out his knife and walked out the bedroom door.

Author's Note

if anything is confusing to you, just ask and i'll clear it up

Chapter 3 - The Plan

“I’m glad you could come on such short notice.” Mustang said, rubbing his hands together at the mare in front of him. “I was beginning to think you had forgotten about me.”

“How can I forget you.” Rainbow Dash said grimly. She didn’t want to be sitting with the red pegasus in front of her, but she knew she couldn’t refuse to see him. Mustang was wearing a black suit made of silk, with a red tie that matched his coat. The suit matched his black mane and two white stars for his cutie mark were sown into the suits collar. “What’s this about Mustang, I’m kinda busy.”

“Well as you know I helped you out not so long ago by loaning you the bits for the gym you wanted to start in Cloudsdale remember?” He asked, leaning back and placing his feet on the desk in front of him.

“Yeah, I remember.” Rainbow replied, the grim expression still evident on her face. She wasn’t proud of the fact she had to come to an underground slave fighting boss for a loan, but she had no other choice since her early retirement from the Royal Equestrian Air Force. she was assigned as Commanding Officer to Squadron W8007, but she liked to call her team Wonderbolts.

“Well I’m in a bit of a pickle, you see, I have a fighter in my ranks that just won’t go down. No matter how many bodies I throw at him, he just walks through them. He took down three dudes at once one time!” Mustang exclaimed, holding up three fingers to further prove his point.

“He sounds awesome!” Rainbow said, genuine excitement filling her voice.

“Yes, he is.” Mustang agreed, frowning as he placed a hand on his chin. “That’s the problem, it’s hard enough to find and capture Humans nowadays, but it’s even harder when all the Humans that go up against him end up broken or dead!” Mustang said with some anger in his voice.

“And what do you want me to do about it?” Rainbow questioned, leaning back in her chair. She looked at him and noticed his smug grin as he stood up and walked over to a safe that sat in the corner of his office.
“Well what I need is someone with a certain amount of skill that is capable of taking him on.” Mustang said, pulling out a small file and handing it to Rainbow.

Rainbow opened the file and peered at its contents.
Name: Björn Frozenheart.
Age Upon Capture: 17
Location: North human tribes
Date Upon Capture: 2020 PE(Pony Era)
The north tribes are well known for having Strong capable men, with strong fighting and hunting skills. On our expedition to these tribes we were only able to capture eight young men all between the age of fifteen - eighteen for selling/fighting due to heavy resistance. Björn showed promise taking down three of my men during our escapade. He was feisty and relentless showing he had strong determination and guts. He fought using a style that is synonymous with the north tribes, but showed he also knew styles from the other tribes such as the wrestling from the eastern and grappling from the western. This makes him a strong candidate for the fighting ring if we can tame his strong will.

Rainbow looked at he sheet that was under it and saw his punishment records. “Bit of trouble during his first few weeks I’m guessing.” Rainbow stated, combing over the dates on the sheet.

“Yes, just a little.” Mustang said nodding his head. “He took a few beatings and a light lashing in his early days but after his first lost when he received a heavy lashing and was drenched with hot water and salt on the wounds, he calmed down quite a bit.”

“why doesn’t he just fight back against you?” Rainbow questioned in curiosity. “I mean, if he is that strong wouldn’t he be able to take most of your men out and escape?”

“I’m surprised myself he hasn’t tried.” Mustang responded, sitting back down in his chair. “But I think he knows that escape is pointless. If he returns home then he might bring bounty hunters to his people, and what ponies are gonna take a runaway human, now that’s just asking for trouble.”

“But what about the anti-slave ponies that have started making noise? Wouldn’t they take him in?” Rainbow asked. She noticed the brow on Mustang furrow as he thought about it.

“No, I don’t think they would, the last group of ponies to take in a slave, all had their throats slit.” Mustang stated, smiling as he recalled the news about the recent murder.

“I heard about that. Five ponies and a young boy were found murdered in their sleep.” Rainbow said. A grim expression on her face.

“Well, those skin lovers got what was coming to them.” Mustang said bluntly, rising from his seat. “Now back to the task at hand, do you know anyone who can put up a decent fight?” Rainbow was taken aback by how unaffected Mustang seemed to be by the whole situation.

“Well…” Rainbow cleared her throat, taking a moment to recover after Mustangs comment. “I have been training a Pegasus that has shown a lot of skill, I’m sure he would take it?” Rainbow suggested.

“Perfect, now the fight will be in three days. I’ll have a pony meet you out the front and he will show you to your section.” Mustang said getting back up and walking towards the door.

“Hold on a minute.” Rainbow cut in, causing Mustang to stop and look at her. “I want a ref to be there and I want rules, only then will I agree.” Mustang looked at her and placed a hand on his chin.

“I don’t run things like that Rainbow, but I will make an exception due to it being a pony stepping into the ring.” Mustang said, opening the door and bowing slightly towards her.

“Alright, three days and I’ll have my fighter ready and here.” She said, placing her hands in her jacket pockets and walking past him out the door.

THREE DAYS TILL FIGHT

Twilight paled when she had heard the news. Five ponies and an eight year old human had been found murdered in a home on the outskirts of Canterlot in a brutal fashion, and Twilight feared it was her fault.

“I am truly sorry Twilight.” Princess Luna said, getting up from her throne and wrapping a visibly shaken Twilight in a hug.

“I was afraid something like this would happen.” Queen Celestia said, leaning back on her own throne and rubbing her brow.

“But…But…Who would do something this heinous.” Twilight trembled, tears freely running down her face and onto Luna’s dark blue robe.

“I don’t know.” Luna said cupping Twilights face and rubbing away her tears with her thumbs. “But I promise you, me and my sister will catch them!” Twilight sniffled and nodded her head.

“I know.” Twilight looked into Lunas eyes and. Such passion and grit in those dark teal eyes, she needed to be strong, she needed to keep hope and she needed have faith in her mentors.

Celestia knew that Twilight would feel the full effect of this accident and had to make sure that she would not lose herself in grief and blame. She looked at her young heir and sighed, Twilight was such a kind and brave soul and she knew she did the right thing by standing up for the boy and ponies, but Celestias worst fear had come true that morning when Shining Armour had briefed her of the horrific scene. Celestia stood up and walked over to Twilight.

“Twilight dear, I received a letter from Rainbow Dash asking if she may stay at the castle for three days while she attends some business in town. I thought maybe you and her could catch up while me and Luna figure this out?” Celestia suggested, hoping that meeting up with an old friend would distract her from her thoughts.

“She is!” Twilight said, her eyes lighting up at the thought of seeing her friend again. “I haven’t seen her since she left the REAF.”

“she said she would be coming to castle soon so she should be here shortly.” As Celestia said that, the doors to the throne room opened to reveal Rainbow Dash in a puffy jacket and camo jeans. Rainbow looked at the Mare wearing a long purple dress with stars sown in silver thread around the hem and smiled.

“Rainbow!” Twilight ran up and embraced her in a big hug. “Its soooooo good to see you!”

“It’s great to see you too Twi!” Rainbow laughed, hugging her friend back. After the hug had ended Rainbow turned and bowed to the royal sisters.

“My Queen, Princess.”

“Hello Rainbow.” Celestia said, bowing back to Rainbow. “I take it your business has been running smooth.”

“Yeah, the gym has been good, just gotta deal with some small things here then it will be right as rain.” Rainbow said with a smile, giving the Queen a thumbs up. Celestia nodded and turned to Twilight.

“Twilight why don’t you help Rainbow get settled and we shall discuss this later.”
Twilight smiled and nodded to Celestia and turned to Rainbow.

“Come on, we can talk while we walk to the tower room.” Twilight said, moving to stand besides Rainbow.
Rainbow smiled and turned with Twilight. “Sounds like a plan.”

MEANWHILE

The black stallion knocked on the oak door with Björn by his side in chains. He looked at the man next to him and wondered why the Boss would want to talk to a filthy human. Then again, this human was the best slave fighter he had seen since this place started and brought a lot of ponies to watch and gamble on his fights.

“Fights?” He thought. “More like organised slaughter.”

Blackjack thought about the time when he took on three slaves at once and even then, only coming out with cuts and bruises. It was a true sight to behold but Mustang never had another bout like that again out of fear that Björn would end up costing him more slaves then he could spare.

“Come in!” A voice shouted from behind the door. Blackjack opened the door and led Björn in by the chain around his neck, hands and feet.

The office was about ten by ten meters squared and was covered with ornaments and different decorations taken from human tribes during his expeditions. A large bookshelf covered one side of the wall and a long line of shelves covered the other displaying his trophies on it. His back wall though was a large glass pane that overlooked the dirt ring where the fights took place. Mustang looked up from his desk and smiled.

“Ahh Blackjack, Björn come in take a seat.” Mustang swung his arm to the two chairs to emphasize his request.

Mustang took in the slave in all his grubby glory. He wore tattered rags as a shirt and shorts and his hair and beard where long and unkempt, and he was covered in grime. “What's this about boss? Blackjack said, pushing the human into the chair and taking a seat himself.

“I'm glad you asked, so in three days Björn will fight a pegasus fighter that I'm having brought in from Cloudsdale”. Mustang explained. “And so, I need you to make sure Björn is ready for this battle and will follow the rules I set in place.”
He looked at the chained human in front of him. “Is that clear?!”

“Yes boss!" The pony said, quickly bringing a hand to his head in an informal salute.

“Good now take him back so I don’t have to look at him anymore.” Mustang waved his hand to shoo them both out.

Blackjack stood up and pulled on the chains that held his prisoner. “Come on no fur, back to the petting zoo.”

Björn stood and looked into Mustangs eyes. What Mustang saw, gave him chills. Nothing, no emotion, no hatred, rage, sadness, or grief, nothing but the cold empty stare.

The human left his office and Mustang sat in his chair, quietly thinking about what might just happen to the pegasus about to face his reaper.

Author's Note

heyo sorry for the long time had a bit going on but imma try to get out some more chapters in the future