-Pierce-

You sat in your tent, feeling numb after the past few weeks of killing. That was all you had done, kill kill kill burn destroy and kill It was getting to you, and you knew it. Killing bad people wasn't a problem, no it was being forced to harm innocents that made you cringe. You had tried not to kill, just harm, but that option quickly went out the window as attacks became more and more frequent.

Nightwing had given you all a break that night and you were listening to the sounds of celebration outside of your tent. October had been killed off on the first night, refusing to murder a newborn foal. Crescent had done it without hesitation and has been rising up the ranks alongside you and Reid. You three had become trusted soldiers and were always sent in on the important missions, no matter how much you secretly loathed them. Crescent was the only one of you three who seemed to enjoy himself.

"You in there?" came a voice from outside.

"Yeah, I'm here." You replied.

Reid stepped in and gave you a half-hearted smile. You could see the exhaustion on his face from the killing. It was getting to him to, you supposed.

"What's up?" you ask.

"I just wanted to make sure you were alright, ya'know?" Reid said. "Have you recieved any messages from Luke or the Royal Guard lately?"

"Nope, seems like they just forgot about little old us." You say.

Reid smiled, not a happy smile, but rather a wicked smile. He smiled as if he had just been told he could kill his worst enemy in the world.

"What's up Reid?" You ask, slightly disturbed at the look of your friend

Reid's body warped and turned until it was no longer Reid's body, but rather Johnathon's. You realized your mistake too late as as the tent flipped over and revealed not a party, but the entire force of the Order. You froze with fear at the sight of this army. Reid was tied at the hands and feet and was sitting within the circle made by the army.

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"H-how...." You stuttered, trying to force out the words.

"We intercepted your messages to the Royal Guards. We've known from the first day." Answered Nightwing as he stepped out of the surrounding crowd.

Everyone around you was brandishing a weapon. You saw bats and knives and brass hooves in the hands of this surrounding army, all ready to find their way to you.

"YOU CAN ALL BURN IN HELL!!!" Yelled Reid.

Nightwing chuckled at the look of Reid's anger. "I'm sure we will meet each other there, yes. But I should hope you will have saved a spot for me when I get there. Now.. are you ready to feel the cold embrace off death?"

Reid spat in Nightwings direction, signaling his answer. You were held down by several men as you watched this all unfold.

*Come on Pierce! think!We always get out of these situations!!! there has to be a way!!*

but you couldn't think of one. Your mind was blank.

Reid was on his knees, wearing a look of anger and hatred. Johnathon stepped in front of him, brandishing his trademark bat. He placed it up against Reid's temple and looked him in the eyes. Reid wasn't furious any more, he was calm and serious as he stared back at Johnathon, giving him a look that said 'I'll see you in hell'.

"Any last words?" Johnathon asked Jokingly.

"Yes," replied Reid, never taking his eyes off of Johnathon. "If you believe bravery is the ability to kill someone, then you really are as stupid as you look. Bravery is about knowing when not to kill. Bravery is being able to face up to your challenges without killing them."

Johnathon laughed at that. "Ha! Yeah, whatever. Just make sure you leave room for us in hell buddy."

Johnathon raised his bat and swung down with a loud crack. Reid remained on his knees.

"You hit like a mare." Reid said through broken teeth and spat blood onto Johnathon's shirt.

Johnathon took a swing to the side of Reid's head, hitting him square in the temple. Reid fell over and laid on his side as Johnathon swung again, this time time breaking his jaw. He swung again and again, each time connecting with Reid's head and each time Reid's face became less familiar. Johnathon finished quickly and turned to you.

"Your turn." Johnathon snickered.

You began to struggle with the guards holding you down. You shook free and ran towards Johnathon, yelling the entire way. You almost reached him before being greeted with a bat from Johnathon. You fell to the floor dazed. You looked up to see several bats and knives hovering over you.

"Say good night." said Johnathon as a barrage of bats and knives and crowbars rained down onto your body. The pain was intense but short-lived.

Darkness and calm was all you saw and felt.

Author's Note

So yeah, I know the story was quick but I wanted to get back to other things.
Sorry!!

remember this was just made to finish this up. I felt that this deserved an ending and so I gave it one.