The Sniper: Dark Memories

by Luz

Rating: mature
Tags: Dark, Adventure, Tragedy
Length: 1135

Memories hurt ponies... especially those memories you once wished to not remember again.

The sniper now learnt the mistakes he did in his past. Follow him on a mysterious trail of dark memories and mischievous routes to finally find the enemy behind all of his suffering.

A/N:
Meh, constructive criticism is accepted, but don't pressure it too much, though.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-02-20 20:00:02 UTC

The Encounter

The Sniper

Dark Memories

Chapter 1

The sniper stood there, watching his brother’s bloody infused face. He didn’t react to anything around him, gunshots whizzed past his head. Dark thoughts whirled inside his mind, thoughts about his brother... dead. Thoughts of betrayal, treason, and murder.

He glared at the mortalized body, trying to remember the great times he had with his brother. He immediately remembered his father, his mom, and his brother and sister. Inside his mind, he wondered, ‘’Where am I right now?’’ A memory of his young hood came to mind. He clearly remember the house he resided, a stone brick house. Red lights filled the dark room with fluorescence. A velvet aroma circled through the red fluorescent room.  In the tight corners, tables with nice adornments decorated the inside of the house. The sniper recoiled back from a leather couch, trying to make quick nap. A familiar face moved swiftly beside him. It was his brother. A warm smile came to his skinny face.

"Hey, bro!" he quickly said.

"Aha?"

"Wanna play a game?" he said, while jumping back to his side.

"What kind of game?" he verily asked.

"We could play sort-" he got interrupted by the quick banging of the house’s iron door.

"Wait, stay here, I’ll go check outside..." The sniper whispered.

He made his way through the house, which was very hard due to the massive amount of trash and clothes thrown in the floor. With caution, he quickly passed by the stumbling table with the horrible adornments brought by his dad on the . Centimeters away from the door, he heard another banging on the iron door. He wondered, ‘’Who would that be?’’

He leaned to his right to have a quick glance at the stranger knocking the door. He didn’t want to open the door, but he would need to open it soon or later.

The knocking became more intense with each minute passing by. He leaned back to the shady window, to get a clear view of the person knocking the iron door. He raised a brow and asked, ‘’Who is it?’’, to the stranger. The anonymous identity didn’t seem to respond back, not even with words or knocks now. His skin went pale as he saw the tip of a gun aiming at the mossy window.

"GO HIDE NOW!” the sniper suddenly exclaimed to his brother.

His brother quickly coiled back from the leather couch and picked up a fighting stance and asked, ‘’Wait, what?”.

"JUS-’’ He got interrupted by the immediate sound of the shattering glass in thousands of pieces, just after two bullets flew inside the fluorescent room. He tried to take a glimpse of the attacker, but the two mysterious stallions had already entered the room.

There were two faces that the two brothers never met before.

“Where is your father?” asked one of the tall stallions.

"Um... he’s not home right now...” the sniper carefully said, taking a watchful stare at the weird-looking stallion.

"Take him away,’’ whispered one stallion to the other, ‘’He might be useful.’’

One of the stallions, who was slender and muscular, took the sniper by the two front hooves and wrapped him with a cloth, covering entirely his head. He tried to struggle, but failed at the attempt, his brother, tried to buck the tall stallion, but, before even trying to buck him, he got under some mysterious sedative the other stallion shot into him.

"That should make him, less, stupid.’’ Said one of them.

"Brother... please... don’t leav-” Last words came from his muzzle. He immediately fell into unconsciousness, leaving behind a small toy in his hoof, a toy that resembled war and a now disintegrated family.

"NOOOOO!”

In between the two stallions, they took the small colt away from the past-looking Sniper.

A bullet whizzed past through his left shoulder; the sniper, quickly took his fighting stance. Adrenaline rushed through his body, feeling every second of the unending cold surrounding him from almost every angle possible.

He swiftly recoiled back to the nearest corner he could find. He leaned a bit to the left with caution. In his perimeter of sight, he spotted 3 soldiers, the 3 with heavy machine guns being levitated with their magic; they were searching everywhere for the sniper.

He couldn’t attack them or anything. He searched inside his pockets, between his belongings, he found his revolver.

With a tear running down his cheek, he unloaded the revolver, hoping for it to have at least one bullet. Disgracefully, there wasn’t. ‘’Dammit,’’ the sniper mumbled with rage.

He quickly thought of a versatile plan. He then proceeded to take out his mighty knife from the old looking leather sheath. He held it in his mouth, thinking about the suicide plan that was on his mind. He took a glance to the left, revealing a staircase leading to the roof he was earlier. His skills sharpened with every second that was passing by. He quickly went up the stairs, not trying to think about his now-defunct brother.

When he was on the top of the roof, his plan was finally going to be executed. The sniper trotted slowly, trying not to make any kind of noise. He took cover behind the roof’s parapet. With his aching forearm, he managed to lean on the parapet and take a look around. In his sight, he spotted the 3 heavy machine gunners, patrolling the area beneath him.

“He’s probably on that roof! Go check it out, now!” The voice of a stallion could be heard around the corner.

“Shit, they’re coming,” the sniper thought.

In a brief instant, he recoiled back from his leaning position to a standing station.

He heard the incoming hoofsteps down the staircase. The sniper took cover behind the staircase entrance, ready for an attack on the unknown enemy. He took a firm grasp on the cold knife, waiting for his opponent to finally arrive to his current location.

The hoofsteps stopped for a brief moment. To the sniper’s wonder, there was only one stallion coming up the staircase. The sniper quickly jumped towards him, ignoring everything surrounding him. He took advantage of the inclination and he brought up his knife, stabbing the pony in the throat, cutting it open.

Blood gushed out of the pony’s throat, covering the sniper’s vest in bright red. “Quite, disastrous, isn’t it?” he thought.

With no quick breath at all, he started to search the body for something useful. In the pony’s vest, he found ammunition for his revolver, and a carry-on strip for a machine gun. He decided to took both, the strip and machine gun. The sniper adjusted the strip along with the gun. He had it on his back now.

“Finally, some action,” he said out loud.