"Among everything I've been called in life, one name has always bothered me. What is it, you might wonder? It's a word so simple, that we, especially in Equestria, rarely use it. Killer. That word stings; like rubbing salt and lemon juice in a open wound. Celestia told me that Ponyville was a peaceful town. I thought I'd be, in the least bit, respected. I didn't expect being spit on that first day, and I sure as hell didn't expect that word to hurt as much as it does." I lose my thoughts in the stars, but am brought back to reality as two arms wrap around me, and squeeze.

For the first time tonight, she spoke, "We have never killed... But We are also reminded of our past. This is something We can relate to..."

I did as I was told; to head home. To get back, I simply had to walk through town. The only problem I encountered was that people cowered at the sight of me. I would raise my hand to wave, and they'd just hit the deck. Realizing that my house contained no food, I made a quick decision to do some shopping. That was something easier said than done. Every stall I stopped at, the proprietors would hide behind their carts. That is, until I took out my bag of bits. Long story short, I got the sellers to open up to me with cold, hard cash.

I was in for a surprise when I walked home. I wasn't all too surprised that news traveled quickly in the town, but how they got my address is still a mystery to me. No one had followed me, or even tried to. Before I arrived, I just felt that something was off. When I reached home, I found somepony had written 'KILLER' on my front door. I didn't react immediately. I let it sink in. I heard all the bullets I fired ring in my ears, all the people I killed flash in my eyes, and the blood of my squadmates rush over me.

I snapped back to reality about ten minutes later. More than anything, I was angry. Not because someone had desecrated my property, but because they made me remember everything, even the shit I blocked out. I didn't rampage, however. I did something far worse. I further burried the seed of fear in Ponyville. How could I do that? I already shot at an innocent stallion, what could top that?

Easy. I showed them that nothing- no pony could keep me down. I went into town square and called out the biggest stallions, the ones no one would even dare talking bad about. There sat me, an average size marine, calling on only the most muscular guys to gather around me. I didn't fight them; I got each one of them to punch me with all of their might. It was really easy, just had to poke at their masculinity. Well for most, anyway. A few just asked if I was serious, and just did what I asked. How many times did I get hit that day? Fifteen times. No breaks in between, no time to spit out the blood that pooled in my mouth. I'm lucky none of my teeth got knocked loose, something I still can't understand why...

The biggest were saved for last. At that point, mares and stallions alike gathered around and started making bets at who would knock my lights out. From what I heard, most peoples money were on Thunderlane and Big Mac. Can you guess who were at the end of the line? The simple farmer and big city pegasus, trying to best a marine. Thunderlane gave me a hell of a punch, for the first time that day I saw stars in my vision. My eyes glazed over for a second before I shook my head, and came back to the world of the living. He, along with all the pegasi in the crowd, were surprised when I didn't collapse. After a handshake, he stepped back, allowing for Mac to come forth.

His biceps alone are the size of my thighs. He eyed me up and down, before spitting out the piece of straw that lay in his mouth. No words were said, but his left eyelid raised up, questioning me if it was really okay to follow through as hard as he could. I simply nodded, and stuck my cheek out; designating a clear landing for his fist. Mac drew his arm back as far as it would go, and came down directly on target. I won't lie, it hurt like hell. Like the force of a brick house came falling onto my face. A loud crack echoed through the crowd.

To my surprise, I could still move my jaw. What the fuck? If my jaw ain't broken, then what is? I directed my glance towards the large, red pony that stood in front of me. What I saw shocked me; he was rubbing his knuckle. The crack everypony heard was his hand breaking. I tried asking if he was alright, but when I opened my mouth, blood came pouring out; leaving a crimson mess that covered my teeth, tongue, and gums. In front of me was literally a little puddle of blood. The red water continued to flow until it dropped off my chin, staining my light brown coat.

After that, somepony brought me a bottle of water to wash out my mouth, and another aided Big Mac in getting to the hospital. I sat on the fountain's edge, and felt all the lumps and bruises I had acquired in the past hour. I looked into the fountain to see a puffed out, and heavily bruised face looking back at me. The next week, no one saw me; because I just didn't go outside. I let my body heal, and the word that I was the toughest guy around to spread.

Author's Note

This chapter was hard to believe, I know. I mean how the fuck don't you lose a tooth from that many punches? Don't look at me, Drifter has to be magically enchanted or something. I'll reveal that later...maybe. Another good question is how did he not pass out? Also something you'll find out at a later date. I revealed a little bit more about his physical appearance, hope that satisfies you guys for now. As always, be chill and peace out.
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