The Wrong Stallion

“There, in that building” Jubilee pointed, she had led them out to the old cherry farm. There were several ponies in rancher outfits armed with lever action rifles. “This day gets better by the minute” Wright chuckled and walked straight through the field, in plain sight. He was within 20 yards of the building when two ranchers approached him “What do you think you’re doing?” the one of the ranchers asked and Wright looked to him “didn’t you get the word already?” he asked and like a blurry flash Wright unslung the Spas 12 from his side, Wright stood up onto his hindlegs and with a blast of the deadly shotgun, filled the first rancher with hot burning lead.

“Oh fu…” was all the second rancher managed before Wright devastated his body with a blast of 00 buckshot. Blood erupted and the pony was knocked off his hooves and sent flying 7 yards into a cherry tree. Wright rushed to cover behind the small tree as gunfire erupted, Wright knew he only had so much time before his train left. He peeked out from the tree and lined a shot up on a pony shooting from a roof balcony.

Wright had left the stock folded and the Spas 12 kicked violently in his hooves, almost making him lose balance. More gunshots pounded into the tree, ponies were now shooting from inside the building, and Wright leaned out from the other side of the tree, and in semiautomatic, emptied the remaining 5 rounds into the building. The wood walls of the house were annihilated by the 00 buckshot and Wright hid behind the tree and reloaded the shotgun. Wright finished reloading and unfolded the metallic stock on the Spas 12.

He leaned out the side of the tree again and once again unloaded all 8 rounds into the building. He once again sought cover behind the tree but suddenly rapid fire began to punish the tree and Wright fell to the ground, just as rounds tore through the tree.

Wright reloaded the shotgun and looked to the house, from the top balcony a lone muzzle flash erupted and automatic fire sprayed the ground below relentlessly. Wright took close aim and fired off 3 rounds in quick succession. The muzzle flash in the window stopped and Wright turned his firepower to the bottom floor and emptied the remaining 5 rounds into the building.

After reloading 8 rounds into the shotgun, Wright folded the stock and stood up onto his hindlegs and walked towards the building. Nothing happened, not a single gunshot, nor cry of pain was heard as Wright stepped onto the porch of the building. Wright attempted to open the front door but it was locked, he stepped back and opened fire into the wooden door, the door was torn to pieces. Cries of pain could be heard from inside as wooden splinters and hot lead filled the air.

Wright took cover against the wall and reloaded the shotgun. Wright took a deep breath the swung around and kicked the flimsy doors open, they didn’t really open they simply fell to the ground and Wright scanned the building. Nothing moved, everything was either dead or eviscerated, he heard moaning from upstairs.

Wright rushed up the stairs and saw a lone pony crawling along the floor, holding a M1928 Thompson with a drum magazine and fore grip. A trail of blood followed him from the room that the auto fire had come from. Wright walked up to the pony and knelt beside him and brought out the Colt Python he had taken from the stallion in town. The bloodied stallion attempted to raise the Thompson but Wright stomped his hoof to the floor and the pony let out a gasp of pain and Wright brought the revolver to his head “I am Mercy”

Later at another location:

“Mr. Flam?” said a shaky voice and Flam spun around in his office chair to see his visitor, it was the same accountant that had brought him the news about Edgar’s death. “Ah, yes… I suppose you’re here to tell me that our little pest has been disposed of” Flam said with utmost triumph in his voice. The accountant stepped forward cautiously and handed him another letter, Flam smiled as he opened it but his smile soon turned into an enraged look of anger and Flam screamed “WHAT”

On a train:

Wright leaned his head back as he felt the cool breeze flow through his hair, the night felt good to him and the moon was in full bloom. He rested the Spas 12 against his chest, he now felt the weight of a new additional gun, the Colt Python he had received from Dodge Junction, resting in a chest holster and hidden by his duster coat. He let his mind succumb to exhaustion and quickly fell asleep.

His mind was flooded with memories from the day he lost his farm, most of them being just a haze. Suddenly he found himself in a forest, much like that of the Everfree but it was very well lit, but lit with a reddish haze. The trees were distorted and looked as if they had spooky faces, suddenly the forest lit ablaze and Wright felt as if his fur was being burned by the flames, suddenly the two brothers known as Flim and Flam appeared before him.

“Well, now that you’ve found us what are you really going to do?” Flim laughed and Wright snarled as he brought out his
customized revolver and blasted a round into both of their heads. They fell to the ground, missing large portions of their faces. “I was planning on doing something like that” Wright snarled but suddenly a blue aurora surrounded their bodies and their heads grew back. A new figure stepped forth from the flames and tipped her hat up, cackling in sheer hysteria.

“I will be the most powerful unicorn of all time” she laughed, Wright stepped back and readied his revolver for a second serving of lead but suddenly the revolver was tugged from his grasp and the gun turned to him, covered in a blue aurora. “Looks like we win again, this time the price is your life” Flam cackled and the gun went off. Time itself seemed to slow as the gun barrel erupted in a spectacular motion and the muzzle burst with flames and a single bullet projected out the front of the barrel and struck Wright in the forehead.

“GAH” Wright gasped as he once again literally lept up from his sleep, grasping his Spas tightly. He realized that it was simply another nightmare and he rested back down against the wall and let out a deep breath. His grip loosened on the shotgun but only ever so slightly as he leaned his head back against the wall once more.

In the royal Canterlot castle:

A lone guard ran up to Celestia, “Ma’am, if you would follow me, it is an urgent matter” the guard explained and Celestia immediately got up from her throne and followed the guard towards a large war room, where several other guards were typing away furiously at computer terminals. “What is the problem you speak of?” she asked and the guard turned to her. “Maybe you should speak with Shining Armour ma’am” the guard told him and from across the room trotted the captain of the royal guard.

Celestia trotted forward and met Shining in the middle of the room “What appears to be the problem captain?” Celestia asked and Shining Armour looked to her with a serious look. “You remember all the farms that the Flim and Flam brothers have taken over?” Shining asked and Celestia rolled her eyes “Please don’t remind me, the fact that 2 brothers somehow legally own the vast majority of farms across Equestria disturbs me greatly” Celestia groaned and Shining Armour took a gulp “Some-pony has been going town to town and killing the bosses at each farm and giving the farm back to the original owner” Shining informed her. “What?” Celestia gasped “Do my ears deceive me or did you just say what I thought you said?” Celestia asked and Shining nodded.

“On top of that it would seem that our old friend Sergeant Mercy is the one doing it, or rather just Mercy” Shining said. Celestia took a step forward to her most trusted guard “Is he doing it justly?” she asked with curiosity in her voice and Shining nodded “As far as the reports go yes, but Flim and Flam demand that his rampage be brought to a stop, they have good reason to as well, he isn’t a soldier anymore. He’s just a civilian and with that noted he is technically breaking the law” Shining told her and she let out a sigh “Where is he now?” Celestia asked and Shining Armour let out a deep sigh. “We actually were going to ask you if you knew, we have no idea how to find him” Shining Armour told the princess. She stepped forward to one of the monitors and muttered “Follow the bodies”