The History Of Comber!

"This place looks like it seen better days."

Comber saw cracks and vins down the stone of the home. His co-workers are disgusting with hygiene. Comber walked up the stone stairs, feeling cracks.

("Hopefully I don't break my mother's back. Pfft. Silly bad luck believers.")

Comber knocked on the door. He knew the colt might attempted to answer it or attempt at the very least look out the door. Comber teleported in the house. In front of a dark brown colt with blue eyes. A dark gray mane and tail that seemed groved. He had slashes on his left hoof. The colt's cutie mark was cracks in ponies skulls. Comber used the element of surprise and attacked first; punching the colt in the face and down to the ground. Comber grabbed his knife.

"Hello Drackle. You shouldn't have left the organization."

Comber deviously told Drackle who was slowly getting back up.

"I say buck that place. It's unfortunate they sent you to kill me. Because I know you Comber."

Comber smirked, knowing the colt is telling horse poop.

"Really, what do you know about me Drackle? I know more about you then you know about me."

"You're rank 2 for a reason. I know that Comber. That punch was a blow that actually hurt."

Drackle circled Comber before stopping and looking at him. Comber turned to his direction.

"I have remarkable durability last time I was tortured and remember."

Comber was surprised he was tortured but let free. The poor colt probably was begging for his life to be spared and offered to work there which means that's the reason he left. He ain't like the rest of the workers and his rank would be low but very higher since the lower you are, the higher you are. It's kinda ironic.

"Before you die... what's your cutie mark represent?"

Comber asked believing the cutie mark meant he likes to crack open ponies skulls. Drackle sighed.

"It's not what most ponies think it is that's for sure. I received it when I actually cracked my skull falling down on concrete. This was when I was like, what 12 years old."

"You make me feel bad, but your death is inevitably still on it's way."

Comber smirked know how what way he wants to kill this pony.

"I'm pretty good in a fight."

Drackle told Comber who scoffed at as a response.

"I hear that a lot. Believe it when I see it. This living room makes a decent ground for that don't you say?"

Drackle who had a vain with annoyance on his head, charged at Comber, he attacked, acting if he was going to punch Comber with his right hoof but then switch to his left hoof, Comber ducked.

"I'm seeing the ground more than you."

Drackle slammed a hoof on the rug Comber was under and pulled it from under him. Comber took a step forward. The rug fell into a deep hole. Comber smirked, satisfied he mastered one of his abilities to sense deception. Comber stopped looking down into the abyss that was in this colts, I wouldn't say house, more like a temple. He punched Comber in the face as herd as he colt, then the chest. Comber barely moved. He grabbed onto Drackle by his back. Drackle panic.

"N-no-!"

Comber laughed, knowing what Drackle knew he was going to do. Comber threw Drackle behind him, hearing him yell down the abyss, before using his magic to light the abyss up. What he saw after the huge thump was a colt with broken bones sticking out of him and a broken skull. Comber used his magic to grab the rug and pulled it back up. How heavy was that? How was he hiding such a bizarre hole in front of his door with no fear of falling down it since he was only an earthpony. Comber looked around him and saw valuables. He ain't a thief but this colt was. You could say he bit off more than he can bargain for. Comber pulled the door handle, the door didn't open. Comber knew this was also a trap, the actual entrance is somewhere else. Comber teleported outside the temple watching it collapsed.

("What a-!")

Comber coughed from the dust from the debris.

("Unstable temple.")

Comber looked back at his list, using his magic to erase Drackle from the list. The amount of bleeding that colt had was too serve to not be fatal.

Comber started walking away from the temple, still looking at his list.

("The next colt is Morpheel. It's an unfortunate time for you, Morpheel.")

Comber remembered Morpheel. He was a bully in his high school that he occasionally had to teach a lesson. He was orange with red eyes and black and white hair resembling stripes down them in patterns. Comber let off a devious smirked. Remembering Morpheel trying to bully him for his size.

("See you quickly, Morpheel. Be ready to die this time.")

Comber smirked turned to a normal expression, then to a happy expression. He was finally happy to get that colt out of Equestria. He hurt to many ponies during high school by bullying them for his enjoyment. Even in the organization he still does, which is isn't expected why he thought he could leave and why he still did in the organization, most of the workers there try too for their enjoyment. Comber looked at his watch before teleporting to the location it said Morpheel was at. When he arrived he saw a red painted house. Comber walked towards the stairs, so many, after walking up to them, he realized the walls were once made of dark oak wood, he felt it, then smelling the red on bis hooves, that was dried up blood. What a sick bastard. Comber decided to knock the door. The door open with a drink in a red colt's hooves. A little bigger than Comber and was sad in expression. His mane and tail was mohawks styles with blue covering a side and red covering the other side.

"Who is...-!"

After the colt rubbed his eyes he saw with clear vision who it was. It was Comber. What does-! He's here to kill him.

"Well if it isn't the twerp Comber. Had to rub my eyes to actually see you."

Morpheel started laughing. Comber stood there, letting him get his last laugh.

"You're pathetic Morpheel. Can't even see straight. When death comes to your door you should always know."

Morpheel stopped laughing. He attempted to grab Comber. Comber evaded the grab.

"You are too damn slow."

Comber grabbed Morpheel and threw him out of his house. Morpheel hit the ground, rubbing his head and getting back up. He faced Comber who walked slowly down the stairs to meet Morpheel's expression. He used a hoof to crack his own neck getting ready to beat a colt down.

"You're bucking dead punk. I'm going to drink your corpse dry!"

Comber got a little disgusting. Morpheel drinks his victims? That's just nasty and sick. That's definitely not a good source of nutrition.

"You can try Morpheel. You always in high school taunted me because of my size. I ignored you believing your life was hard, so you had to make another pony try to feel insecure as well. But now I'm your executioner. I make sure it's quick and painless."

"Motherbucker! You think you have control of me!? I kill bigger colts then you! Your a shrimp I'm going to boil alive!"

Comber smirked.

"Than try it!"

Morpheel ran at Comber with full force. Comber jumped and landed back on all four hooves. Morpheel slowly turned around and used his magic to grab Comber, squeezing him.

"Celestial cancel."

Morpheel was in shock as he ran at Comber. Why can't he use his magic. What did that shrimp do!?" Comber ran at Morpheel, they both punched each other in the face, Comber keeping his hooves on the ground. Morpheel flew 15 hoof steps, catching himself by sliding on his hooves and feeling his face. He feel blood in his mouth and spit it on his hooves to see a tooth. Why this motherbucker!

"I'm going to peel your skin off and shove it down your throat. Then I'm going to-!"

Comber teleported aside Morpheel with magic with a cocky smile.

"Going to what my friend? Whine for your mother?"

"How dare you speak of my mother!!"

Morpheel, filled with rage attempted to punch Comber in the nose. Comber grabbed the punched and quickly with his right hoof elbowing Morpheel in the face, letting go of Morpheel's hoof and punching him again in the face, before in the stomach. Morpheel threw up blood, holding his stomach and on his knees before getting back up, wondering where's Comber was.

"Guess that punk went home. Hahaha! I was going to beat him to death and that shrimp knows it!"

"Know what buddy!?"

Morpheel turned around to get a glimpse of a certain red wood plank, before being slapped across the face with it. Morpheel fell back down, Comber hit Morpheel again and again.

"Stop! Please!

Morpheel coughed up blood profusely, with each blow it felt like his stomach and ribs was breaking into more pieces than it already was. Comber was getting board. He threw the blanket to the side and slowly walked to Morpheel who was holding his knee after being hit in the back of it. Comber picked him up. Morpheel horn lit, Comber canceled his magic. The part time assassin held him by the mane.

"You are not stronger than me, and I'll show you just how strong and quick I can end your life."

"Wait-! No-! No-! Stop you shrimp!"

Comber used his magic to hold him in place and slide a hoof back, a hoof in front of him and started to shake.

"Celestia's wrath!"

Comber thrusted his right hoof forward. The punched landed on the chest of Morpheel. Punching right through him. Morpheel coughed blood up, and started to cry. Morpheel's beating heart dropped from his back, his spine broken in two. Comber looked into Morpheel closing eyes as he slid down his right hoof. The red aura around Comber disappeared.

"Have a great afterlife, buddy. Bully the evil you meet."

Comber removed his hoof to she the lungs stop puffing before dropping the body. Comber walked towards the heart and grabbed it; putting it back into Morpheel corpse where it once was held.

("Good bye, Morpheel. I said quick and painless, not... Heartless.")

Comber teleported Morpheel into his house. Throwing the wooden plank that was like a stake into the home watching it stick into the home. Comber smirked. This assassination was satisfying. Granfer was so generous for this one. Comber checked his list seeing a name: Blake. Comber checked his watch for the location of Blake, a village called Village. Comber knows that place. Teleporting to the location his watch told him, only one time his watch had been wrong, but ever since his father made sure it was never wrong again. Comber remembered the joke he unintentionally made, not heartless. Comber chuckled before teleporting to Village, precisely to Blake's location. He wasn't at a house so Comber would have to search for a dark green colt that had black eyes and light blue smooth mane and his tail seemed roughed up. Comber knew this because of his watch. Comber was behind a house in village to where his watch precisely told him to go. Comber ain't teleporting in front of Blanket and causing a spread of fear and exposer to the organization, even though some workers probably already did that.

("Where's Blake.")

Comber wondered, his right side against a corner of a white pained concrete house. It's big enough to block the shad from the sun so this was a perfect teleport.