In a town, east of Ponyville and Equestria. Gloomy and angry ponies exist. Work for survival where cimes are most committed? The name of this town was Flustered Town. A black Unicorn in a dark blue cape was coming back from his job. He had crimson red eyes, mane, and tail. The mane and tail short and neat. His mood seemed to always be professional. It’s not a hard job. Ponies who are hated normally will die; the same for traitors. He enforces that. He possesses two jobs. One is an assassin and the other being a killer. There's no difference in Coomber’s eyes. Ponies in this town know of him. So being an assassin is slightly difficult in this town, since he's already known and feared by all of Equestria. Getting jobs is no problem with this side of the geosphere. Many ponies in this town greeted him. Town-sized was about 1000 hooves in diameter. Coomber was almost to his house, which was the largest in Flustered town. A pale Unicorn with a scar on his right eye approached the assassin in the blue cape. The assassin could already detect his hoof steps. He turned around to see the paled-colored Unicorn.

“You come to hire me?”

The assassin/killer asked. His voice sounding somber. The Unicorn deviously smiled.

“I’d like to, what’s the price usually?”

The Unicorn asked deviously. His smile dropping to a wicked grin.

“Depends on the target?”

“Well, I had somepony named Quartz in mind. He came in my home invited and stole my precious vintage Celestia Statue. The origin of this statue is from my mother who is now-!

The Unicorn grumbled. He was obviously angry; his expression and toned showed it. Always study your clients or any pony you interact with. Coomber already researched the pony name Quartz on his watch. The watch he made was extraordinary; definitely proof of his brilliance. Quartz was a pegasus with an orange striped mane and tail. It looked like he and the pegasus got physical from the look of the mane from the client. From what Coomber could tell it had to be recently since there's dirt on him with a very small ecchymosis. That Doesn’t matter... The job does. He ain't a doctor.

“750 bits.”

Coomber said, already preparing for the job. The Unicorn was agitated by the price but reluctantly smiled. Coomber rarely fails the job. He grabbed his bag of bits and threw it to Coomber.

“Keep the extra 25 bits. Please just end this conflict!"

Coomber glared in the direction the Pegasus went, already knowing where the pegasus went off to but then turned back towards his client. One bag is supposed to have 750 bits in and can be thrown with one hoof. That is very doubtful.

The client generously said; he wanted his statue back and to teach his used-to-be friend a final lesson: Don’t steal from friends. Coomber’s watch automatically counted all bits in the brown smelly bag. Seems like this unicorn thinks he can cheat him?

"I killed for far less you know?"

"Huh?"

"The amount of bits in this transaction is insufficient. "

"Oh! An honest mistake! We-we all make mistakes whe-when we're angry right? Haha."

"Uh huh."

The now fearful client reached into his bag again, grabbing the next fast dropping in the bag a couple times in panic. With a firm grip, the client grabbed it out, giving to the assassin before things turn ugly. Coomber took both of the bags, putting them in his magic bank. The bank poofed away as Coomber turned back into the direction of the target.

“He went this way, correct?”

Coomber knew where the trager was, he just wanted the client to prove his integrity. The Unicorn’s eyes bulged. How did he know the pegasus flew off this way?

“Yes, How did you know?”

The client asked in concer. How did this assassin already knew where his friend ran off to with his statute? Was it because he just came back from his job and saw him fleeing? Is it possible he could keep his eyes on everypony at a time!? That would be almost impossible to keep 100% of your attention on multiple things at a time?!

For me to know, now... I’ll be right back...

Coomber sinisterly said to his client. This job should be over within 15 minutes; could be quicker if he wishes not to play with his target. He teleported out of sight, leaving the unicorn with his question left unanswered.

(”Hopefully no one hires him to hunt me down; he’ll probably do it with ease; if this was the case. I’ll hope it would be fast. In that situation.")

The client anxiously thought to himself. Nopony would hire Coomber to kill him if he’s nice to everypony; plus this is for his Celestia Statue which was hoofed over to him by his deceased mother; he’s not a ass colt. He only wants justice, yeah that's it. Calmness overcame the client. He would never be hunted down by no assassin.

Coomber appeared near the thief, who indeed had the statue that Unicorn spoke of. He was flying fast, not wanting to be caught: of course, no thief wanted to be caught. Somehow did he know he was coming? The Pegasus started to curve up to a floating city: Cloudsdale. Coomber grabbed his knife. It wasn’t any ordinary knife. The blade was sharp as a mechanical saw. The size of the blade was that of a kitchen knife. The handle of the knife was profound. He cast a spell on it, allowing him to move it. He threw it at the Pegasus, the knife looked like a stake about to be rammed into the chest of a vampire. The Pegasus turned his head again, Spotting the knife, his heart dropped as the knife flew pass his left wing, cutting the wing’s humerus. The pegasus started to groan has he started to float down to the ground. It felt like a hot nail and a saw. Where’s the hammer? He almost dropped the statute he stole. The knife sliced past the right wing in the corresponding area. The pegasus hit the ground from a 10 hooves height. The target's chin hitting the ground next. It was an opened field he fell in. Dust accumulated around him. The adrenaline from the crime must’ve made him unaware of his surroundings. However he was aware now. That bucking unicorn had to throw that knife at him. Where is he? His eyes search for the unicorn, not spotting the Unicorn he thought so angrily about. He turned himself onto his back, facing the other direction. He saw the unicorn standing there. He looked blanked. Coomber slowly made his way to him. He must’ve been the one who controlled the knife. His wings was bleeding considerably. The vein and artery that supported the wing with blood has been cut on both wings. The pegasus felt dizzy, but still aware of what’s transpiring.

“What the Tartarus did I do to you!?”

His voice expressing anger. He got up, shaking in pain.

“You didn’t do anything to me, but that statue you have belongs to somepony else. Why did you steal it?”

His tone was narrow. The assassin started to move, increasing his speed faster. The knife still floating in the air.”

“Buck you! I’m not obligated to tell you anything!”

The stallion respondedangrily. The pegasus in pain put the statue down. This unicorn is going to pay for what he did to his wings. He charged the Unicorn, who just smiled at the incoming prey. The Knife blasted its way to the charging Pegasus. The Pegasus heard a burst in the air and turned his head to the sound, spotting the knife. He hovered down, the knife passing him. He theb back up and charged the Unicorn once again.

“After that knife stabs him, I’ll cut his horn off and stab it in the spine with it, then I’ll leave him to...!”

The knife turned its handle to Coomber. Magic was on his hoofs. He likes to call it: “Martial Magic.” He hit the knife, causing it to fly with remarkable speed to the pegasus, he stopped in shocked when he saw Coomber hit the knife. Befote he knew it, the knife stabbed deep into his chest cavity. The heart stopped pumping as the two chambers were now one. Blood poured out of the pegasus mouth.

“You’re, that, assassin my friend spoke-!

Quartz strugglingly said before coughing blood onto the ground. Coomber took his chance as the pegasus was stunned. The assassin/killer teleported in the air, behind the Pegasus; spinning a rear hoof in the air and kicking the now-surprise-pegasus. The pegasus fell on his face, the knife penetrating through the chest. The aorta was on the knife. Coomber grabbed the knife and shook the aorta off. This would be a place to decompose. No civilizations nearby and the field is all dirt and pebbles, there was even a sharp pebble stabbed into the pegasus’s stomach. He flipped the pegasus over, cutting and taking the left eye from the socket. He put it in his left bag he got from his job. The Unicorn activated a clean spell on the knife. The bag he put the organ in was endurance to blood. He left the body to decompose. Maybe if this colt had the right blood type he would use him for an experiment. Coomber slowly walked to the recent town he came from: “Flustered Town.”

(”Tsk, That was easy.”)

Coomber thought to himself, this wasn't that much fun or satisfying. The Unicorn teleported in the opposite direction he was walking. Coomber grabbed Celestia statue, putting it in his right bag. He teleported in the direction he was going once again, which was: 'Flustered Town.'

Author's Note

Hopefully I got most of the errors. Hope you enjoy. Remember not to trust ponies with your sentimental stuff!