Chapters A Drip of Blood for your Thoughts
A/N: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to my new idea of a fanfiction. I noticed the lack of commentary in my other fics which discouraged me to press onto them but do not worry I am not a quitter and I won't give up for that much. I've been playing Hitman: Blood Money lately when Hitman: Absolution came lurking nearby. I've had this glimpse of an idea in my dreams so I decided to put it into practice so without further adeu, I'll give you the Prologue.
Requiem for a Prologue An MLP/Hitman crossover
Ponyville's School
It was a normal day in Ponyville. The sun was shimmering brilliantly in the sky. There was no sign of pegasi activities and not a single cloud was in sight. Cheerilee was teaching her class of little foals and filles about subjects that seemed boring to some and interesting for others. Three cutiemarkless fillies, an orange pegasus with a purple-mohawk-shaped mane, a yellow earth pony with a red mane and bowtie and a purpleish unicorn with a posh styled mane, were not following the lesson; they were planning to get their cutie marks instead. Noticing them, Cheerilee decided to change her plans as well.
Heritage, family. Words that Scootaloo wasn't familiar with. Few ponies knew who Scootaloo is but did they really know who is she for real? What secrets could the five-years-old filly have hidden her entire little lifespan? Were they even secrets at all?
Scootaloo was trotting away, crying torrents as she entered the infamous Everfree forest. Arriving at a dead end, which was a hill with a view to Ponyville, she kept weeping while looking at the city she was raised in.Who am I? What am I? Why did I react like this at the mention of 'Heritage' and 'Family'? Do I even have them? I don't know. I DON'T KNOW!" she held her head tilting it back and forth violently when she suddenly touched something in her body, around her neck to be exact. She could feel it. It hurted to touch it too but she couldn't see it at all.What is this pain I am feeling just now? It is something I've never felt before but I only feel that it existed" she thought, still touching her neck. Applebloom and Sweetie Belle came by, trotting and calling Scootaloo's name and hugging her.
"GET AWAY FROM ME... GET...GET...OFF...MY...HEAD...I AM AN- AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" her words were incomprehensible due to the claps of thunder as she yelled loudly once again. She pinned the yellow filly to the ground and kept smashing her head into the dirt.What am I doing? All I wanted to say is that I am an- Why can't I say it? What is this pain? Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, anypony, HELP ME!" but her conciousness was absent as in the outside there was only the shell of a pony called Scootaloo who was trying to what obviously looked like killing her best friend with her bare hooves while maniacly saying "DIE! DIE! DIIIIIIIIIIE!"
I am an orphan: These were the words that I wanted to say to them. My only friends who recognised me as I am: A pegasus filly who was alone and couldn't fly for some unknown reason. Why did it hurt to say these words? What even hurts about saying them? Who could have thought that a confession would hurt so much? That pain... It just disappeared when Sweetie Belle crushed me with that rock. I couldn't thank her enough for saving me from killing Applebloom. I died for my sins and I must pay the price. I just hope you two have a nice life and please do regret nothing from ending me. I am unknown after all.
Unknown Place
"So this experiment also was a failure, wasn't it?" A muffeled voice said "No matter! As long as these two do not figure who really my daughter is it doesn't cause me a problem. I won't even have to monitor her now she's dead. Rest in Peace, 47 Duo (Romanian of two).
A maniac's laugh echoed all over the dark place.
Author's Note
A rushed start but it was a twisted one indeed. Only the future shall decide what would I do within my twisted mind of mine. Until then, COMMENT and please don't fave until you give me a good reason why. Thanks for understanding!
A Drip of Blood for your Thoughts
Meet your Brother An MLP/Hitman Crossover
Unknown Location
It was a fateful day for everyone who was present in this church. The FBI, the reporter, the priest and most importantly the wheelchair guy were circling around one altar: The altar of the late cloned famous assassin, Agent 47. He was a tough opponent for every single law enforcing and criminal organisation. He was so ruthless that he killed his own creator and father in cold blood. However this notorious silent killer, according to the wheelchair guy, has been found dead by breaking his spine on his own stairs or in other words he died of clumsiness. Wearing an unusual white suit with a red tie and his own guns placed on his chest by a female in black, these people were waiting for his cremation: He was going to be reduced to ashes due to his sins. But this was an ulterior motive because the main goal of the wheelchair guy was to steal his DNA in order to create obedient 'weapons of mass destruction' as he said to the journalist before.
*BADUMP* 47, wake up! *BADUMP* I know you're not dead so stop acting *BADUMP* I told you to trust me for now as this is only precaution in order to protect you from them *BADUMP*. That kiss! *BADUMP* it was the antidote of Diana's serum *BADUMP* She actually saved my life *BADUMP* BADUMP* Me who didn't trust anyone his entire life *BADUMP* *BADUMP* *BADUMP* Until now!
The thoughts of Agent 47 were jumbled into his mind as he woke up, holding his Silverballers and shooting the starteled crowd of FBI agents that were present in front of him. The priest, journalist, wheelchair guy and his escort of two ran away towards the entrance, still shocked from the angel of death reincarnated in front of them.
An orange figure was laying unconscious behind a statue. It woke up, groaning and holding her head. As she opened her eyes to see what was she holding, she saw all red: Blood, but it was long dry as the injury was stitched up by miracle."Now I remember" it said laughing at herself "I died trying to kill Applebloom due to an unexplained frenzy that enveloped my soul but Sweetie Belle was the one to kill me, so this must be Tartarus." Looking around, she noticed greenery, doves chirping and a big glass white building. Above her was a stature of a strange creature holding another one of their kind representing motherly care. She laughed at herself again "How ironic! The whole mess started because of this image and even in my own death you're still showing me this? The Lord or Tartarus must be an eccentric deity." Soon the laughter has transformed into sadness as she was spilling tears all over and over again "Oh Sweetie Belle and Applebloom, how much I miss you right now!" But she knew crying will never bring them to her or bring her back to them: She was dead."Rarity would kill him" and had those weird L-shaped pieces of machinery she couldn't figure out. The creature held them upward and pressed on something that made this loud BANG noise she's been hearing over and over again only to see that one of the other set of creatures' blood jizzing (sounds dirty) from his body as he fell motionless. She gripped her ears and closed her eyes with fear "Who is that creature? The Emissary of Tartarus itself? Celestia please do not let him see me!" she thought but even with this way of thinking, her nosy nature piqued up as she decided to follow them discretely by trotting behind the statues.
Pleads of mercy; something that Agent 47 always hears and will hear in his line of work. Even the priest, a symbol of religion, wasn't spared from the brutality of the assassin. The bloody mess that tainted his suit didn't even bother him as he adjusted his gloves and tie and touched the back of his head. "Even if I kill thousands like you, I would never find peace because this is what I've been taught to do" he thought, walking to the cross grave, praying for atonement to his sins. Then suddenly...
"Who goes there?" he asked, menacingly pointing his guns at a general direction "Damn! I left a witness alive. That's not in my habits but no matter I'll end this quickly. He moved slowly towards his target, guns ready to fire when...
"Come out!" he ordered. The person complied by walking slowly from its hiding spot. Agent 47 was aiming to kill but what came out wasn't what he expected: In fact, what came out wasn't a person at all; it was an orange quadrupedal cartoonish-looking creature who had big purple eyes, hair and tail. Its haircut was mohawk-styled and it had orange wings on its back.
"01...05...09...04...01... and there is a 47 slash 2 written in red under a series of black stripes?" she uttered "I wonder what does that mean! Why do I have this, Mister? Why was it placed where it did hurt me back where I nearly killed my friend before I got killed and found by you here?"
"Hello?" the device talked, startling Scootaloo.
Author's Note
DUN DUN DUUUUUN. Cliffhanger ladies and gentlemen as the revelation of the decade has been revealed to you. I hope you'll enjoy this chapter and please leave as much comments as you want. Also I know that I took the title from Hitman: Codename 47 but it is a fitting title indeed. I do not own MLP or the Hitman franchise.
A Drip of Blood for your Thoughts
Revelations An MLP/Hitman Crossover
ICA Secret Lab - Brazil
All my life until now has been a lie. First, I tried to kill one of my best friends after going crazy for some unknown reason. Then I get plunged into some place I thought it was Tartarus where a maneless creature wearing a white suit with an expressionless face tried to kill me but gives up because he thinks I am his sister? Me? A pegasus pony who has been alone her entire life is now the sister of a creature that has nothing to do with ponies? This has to be an awful dream or a huge illusion made by the Lord of Tartarus. I know I am talking to myself like a crazy pony but my world has gone crazier enough like that. It must end somehow. IT...MUST...STOP!
Shaking all around, Scootaloo woke up with a start, sweating heavily, panting loudly and eyes bulging like they were going to pop out anytime. She looked around her: Everything in the room she was was white; the bed, bedsheet, walls, windows, door, even the vase and flowers (Fleur de Lis) were white. She was into something she never saw since she had the habit to see everything in colors, rainbows and sunshine. Her first thought was to get out of here but she couldn't: Her left hind hoof was hurting her for some reason. She didn't recall being hurt by something or somepony unless that creature has turned her into that injured state so that she couldn't run away. The poor filly was frozen in terror, still thinking that it was a trick from the Lord of Tartarus when suddenly, she heard a knock on the door.
I am a clone? I am a pony who is not supposed to have an existance in this world? Why do I exist then? What is my purpose? Why did this 'Ort-Meyer' fellow created me? I refuse to believe that I am some sort of experiment! This is not what I learned! This is not what I liked! This is not ME!
Scootaloo panted heavily, trying to control her rage.That bald head was created by him too? I see what he meant by being his sister. Wait! He killed him? 47, I didn't lie when I said you are beginning to soften a bit " she chuckled at the thought. "Your 'supposed to be brother' is in fact an ICA assassin! Our organization's goal is to eliminate corrupt people who use money, drugs, weaponry etc for their own goals and hide their crimes from the eyes of common people and politicians." Scootaloo sighed.
Applebloom! Sweetie Belle! Everyone! I hope you're okay because I shall find a way to get back to you and save you from the upcoming danger that is bestowed upon you all. I'll become strong! I'll have my vengance like my brother before me!
Author's Note
And CUT! Finally finished this chapter! I know I rushed a lot in the events and there was no action whatsoever but Scootaloo is going to get her first mission soon! The missions will be original Hitman-styled with a spice of Scootaloo on them. I know that 47 is a bit out of character but come on! It's his sister now so... Well thanks for reading, comment please and a happy new year!
A Drip of Blood for your Thoughts
Mission 1: A Deadly New Year
Mission 1: A Deadly New Year An MLP/Hitman crossover
Flashback, Mission Briefing, ICA Lab, 31st December 2006
"Hello, 47 and Scootaloo," Diana started "I hope your associate has trained well because we cannot waste time anymore! I shall repeat the briefing for Scootaloo. Your target is a Brazilian CEO named Nicolas Phillipo Dos Santos," Scootaloo cringed at the name but still maintained her composure as Diana showed a picture of the target "Age 46 and single, he was a drug warlord of Brazil during the Cold War and has had his own fortune that way. Every new year, he goes to his private port in Rio de Janeiro to celebrate the New Year which will be his last as for tomorrow. He has a knack for old steam boats where he spends the New Year Eve there. According to our client, he will make a deal with another drug warlord during the New Year so it's imperative that we stop him tonight. Good luck both of you! Stay alive, little one." she winked at Scootaloo before leaving the room. 47 was preparing all the stuff needed, his Silverballers, silenced of course, both of his syringes, his Fiber Wire..., while Scootaloo was observing him prepare his equipment, thinking about every detail of the mission. "Wait," she blurted, getting 47's attention. "Why do you prepare all of that? We're not going on a war I remind you. I know you're the expert on that matter but I have a foalproof plan on how to assassinate the target," She approached 47 and picked up two sedative syringes. "We will only need these, one each." It was true that 47 trained her in weaponry during the week but he didn't train her in planning. "I generally do not trust in planning because I'll do it on the way of my mission while observing the surroundings," 47 replied but recieved Scootaloo's glare. 47 stood still but sighed "Alright, explain your plan for me." "You shall not be disappointed, brother. Not... one... bit." Scootaloo smirked as she explained the steps of her plan.
31st December 2006, 10 p.m, Phillipo's private port
Having scanned the perimeters of the port, 47 knew what he had to do so he went to the entrance where a guard was standing there, stopping him on his tracks."I hope this is the last time I act so casually in front of people. Good luck, sister! May the Divine protection be with you!" he thought, climbing a hill and overseeing the boat sailing into the sea.
On the steam boat, 11:05 p.m.
The bellboy was in front of Phillipo's room. He knocked on the door but didn't recieve an answer so he entered the room after excusing and placed the rather heavy suitcase on the sofa then left the room hastly. Then something strange happened as the suitcase's zipper opened by itself as two purple eyes followed by a familiar orange pegasus pony popped out of it, breathing heavily."My plan had risks in it. I almost lost my breath! But good job, brother," she thought, looking around the room, she noticed a picture of the target. "This is his room alright! Better arrange the mess I caused." She took the messed-up white box and put it back into the suitcase then closed it. She noticed the convienently placed closet by the sofa where she hid and waited for her time to jump in the action."No! I can't let the police discover this! If they do they'll ask whatever I was doing here and become suspicious of my activities." he thought then in a smiley face, he said "I'll see what I can scrap from my room then I'll tell you to come and get it, ok? Just get in my room in five minutes." Then he rushed into his room."Hm! I don't recall this being here." he thought, unzipping the case. He saw the big white box of the model steam boat. He girlishly squealed at the gift, making Scootaloo cringe and put her hooves on her ears. As he opened the white box, he saw that it was empty."Is this some kind of sick jok-aauuugghh." as he was thinking of that, an orange blur was placed on his mouth and he felt all wobbly and dizzy. He tried to call for help but he couldn't as he fell onto the floor unconcious. The orange blur was Scootaloo, injecting the sedative to her target. The unconcious man was snoring loudly. Scootaloo hadn't had much time as she heard footsteps from afar so she took the surprisingly heavy body, put it on her back and made sure that all of his body was fit to be into the suitcase and then zipped it, complaining about how heavy the body was."Note to self: Ask brother for some muscle training." she thought as she pulled the note from the closet (47 taught her the word in order for the plan to work) and placed it on the suitcase. Finally, she jumped out of the window into the sea, putting a breathing device on her mouth and fluttering her wings to swim faster for shore.
On the hill
47 was waiting for his sister to come by as the signal on the suitcase went off, meaning that the plan went surprisingly well. Then he saw an orange blur with a purple wet-chicken-like mane, all wet from swimming.I cannot stop now! This is the destiny that was bestowed upon me. This is my new path into assassination. I couldn't wait for the next mission but I couldn't think of the evil that is going to come to Equestria. I wonder what happens there right now.
Author's Note
AND CUT! How original this mission was! I can say this chapter was a success! Please comment with what you can and thanks for reading!
