Reservoir poniesby ScootalootrueChaptersIntroA street car named escapeGoStuck in the middle with youWhat?Introlisten : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=anGYFI_hmII "I'll never understand the point in tipping." Said Mr. Orange "You don't tip?" Asked Mr. Purple "Nope, never. It's a waste of fuckin' time." Replied Mr. Orange "What if the waitress gives you really good service?" This time it was Mr. Green "No, why would I pay her extra for doing her job?" Mr Orange again. "What would qualify her for a tip?" Asked Mr. Blue "What if she gave you a hoof job under the table?" Joked Mr. Black. Everyone at the table chuckled. "Well then maybe she would have earned a tip, but no more than one percent." Said Mr. Orange. "Stingy fuck." Said Mr. Blue. "Whatever yellow." Said Mr. Orange. "Hey why do we need these fucking nicks anyway? I don't even like orange." "Yeah, I wanna know too." threw in Mr. Green. "Look, the last thing we need is to call out each others names and get recognized. We're keeping the names so get used to it." Replied Mr. White in a final tone. "You're not angry 'cause you got a cool name. Mr. White. That just sounds cool." Said Mr. Green, "I'm Mr. Green. I sound like I should be on a kids show. Teaching 'em numbers and shit." "Please," Said Mr. Red, "You can barely count." "Yeah, laugh it up." Said Mr. Green in a joking tone. These five had been friends for the past ten years, best friends in fact. All of the men at the table were changelings, though they looked like the long-extinct race of humans. After humans went extinct the changelings decided to take up the look, now most changelings remained in human form for most of their lives. "Alright, is everyone done eating? I'm ready to ghost." Said Mr. White, looking at everyone's empty plates. "Yeah, I'm good too." Said Mr. Black. "Me too." said the others separately "Okay, let's split the check. Everyone throw in some money, including the tip, Orange." Said Mr. White. "You kidding me?" Said Mr. Orange in an upset tone. "Sorry she didn't blow you, she was probably busy with the other customers." Said Mr. Blue mockingly, "Forgive her." Mr. Blue and Mr. orange were always at each other's throats. They were only joking, of course. They were probably closer with each other than any of the others. Everybody was throwing some money into the middle of the table. "Oh, sorry guys I've only got a buck with me." Said Mr. Red, smiling. "Yeah, well you better find some on the floor, quick." Said Mr. White. Red, pretend grudgingly, pulled out a twenty like the others and threw it in the pile. Mr. White collected the money and started counting it, making sure everyone put in a fair amount. "Twenty-thirty-fourty..." Whispered White to himself. "Who 'forgot' to throw in an extra ten?" Asked White, realizing there was ten missing. Everyone turned to Mr. Orange. Orange looked at the guys with a frown on his face. "Alright, alright, here you go." said Orange, reaching back into his wallet for a ten. "Uh-uh. For trying to hold out you gotta give five." Said Mr. Red. "What?! Come on..." Grumbled Orange as he threw fifteen dollars towards check lying on the table. Everyone had a good chuckle at Mr. Orange's expense before the waitress came over. "Everything alright? You didn't need anything else did you? Ohihopenotbecausethatwouldn'tbefunatallandilovefun-" Said the waitress before being silenced by the men at the table. "That will be all, thank you. It was delicious." Said Mr. Blue with everyone else at the table consenting. "Okie dokie loki!" Said the waitress as she picked up the money from the table, "Come again!" The men all began to get up and stretch, showing off their black suits and ties. They had been there a while. Mr. Red wasn't sure what he had wanted and kept everyone waiting for twenty minutes. "This is the last time we bring Mr. Red to lunch." Said Mr. White as they left. "It ain't my fault they got so many things in that place!" Retorted Mr. Red as they walked out of Sugarcube Corner. "We all seemed to find what we wanted pretty easy." said Mr. Black "I'm bad? What about Mr. Orange?" defended Red. "That's true. We should probably leave 'em both." Joked Mr. Blue. "No, Orange isn't bad. He's just cheap, you can't blame him for that." this time it was Mr. Green taking a stab at Orange. "Oh ha-ha-ha. Come on chuckles, let's just hurry up and get moving, we ain't got much time." said Orange. Everyone got in one of the three cars. The drivers started up their engines hurrying their friends. Once everybody was inside the convoy started moving towards Canterlot. It was only a twenty minute trip and they made it in no-time. The convoy parked a couple of blocks away from the Castle, giving each other enough breathing room to make it seem as if the cars were unrelated with each other. All the men stepped out of their cars and began to walk towards the castle, each man mentally preparing themselves for the mission ahead. It would be a long day Author's Note This is only the beginning of what I hope to be a great story. Hope you like it. A street car named escapelisten: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HgVAVKY2Q58 Green, Red, and White had just stepped onto the roof of the castle and were putting on their parachutes. "You two ready?" asked Mr. White. They both nodded yes and they all stepped to the edge of the roof, then they jumped. They pulled the parachute cords after a few seconds of free falling and floated down to the ground. It took about five minutes to make it to the ground thanks to the extra free-fall time. As soon as they landed they removed their parachutes and let them fly off into the wind. Then, the three of them walked back inside the castle, looking as if nothing had ever happened. They met up with a maintenance-pony outside of the mainenance room and he greeted them kindly. This pony lead them past the royal guards and into the royal hall. The hall was filled with stained-glass windows that depicted important events in history, but the men had no time to examine them. The hall was filled with two unconscious guards and one unconscious maintenance-pony. The two guards walked into the hall, locking the large doors behind them. Then, the three ponies seemed to shiver as if they were reflections in a lake in wich someone had just thrown a rock. Then the ponies were no longer ponies, but instead they were Mr. Orange, Blue, and Black. "Took you long enough." said Black in a joking tone as they all hurriedly walked to the end of the hall. At the end of the hall was a large, colorful door with a hole in the middle of it. Mr. Blue had a bag over his shoulder and he placed it on the ground in front of the door. "You get the crown?" asked Blue, reaching out his hand for the crown. Mr. White placed it into Blue's hand and watched as Blue took out several large boxes from the bag. He opened these boxes and pulled out a mold-horn from each one. Each horn differed in size, but had the same shape and look. Blue was holding them individually to the crown, checking for the best fit. After a few tries he seemed pleased with one of the molds and stuck it into the hole in the door. The door began to glow instantly and the sounds of the door unlocking were heard. Blue pulled out the horn and the door slid upward, revealing a small, well-lit room with a large pedestal on it. On this pedestal was one large, colorful box. "Bingo." Said Mr. Orange. Mr. White And Mr. Red walked into the room and peered into the box on the pedestal. A light grew from inside the box as the six jewels inside sparkled and shone, as if they were filled with light. The two men started carefully packing away the box of jewelry into Mr. Blue's bag. "Let's get out of here." Said Mr. Orange once they had zipped up the bag. Mr. Orange and Mr. Black had already taken a window carefully out of the pane and placed it on the floor. Everyone stepped out of the window, save for Mr. Black. He stayed to put the window back in place. Once he was done he unlocked the doors and walked out into the calm lobby. 'Good thing that elevator shaft is soundproof.' Thought Mr. Black as he stepped through the lobby and towards three cars idling just outside. He was almost out of the door when a shaken princess pried open the elevator shaft doors and screamed bloody murder. Mr. Black continued to walk, only now at a hurried pace, until he was cut off by two guards. "You can't leave the premises, sir. This is a crime scene." said one of the guards. Mr. Black refused to be left behind. Mr. Black pulled out a pistol from his shoulder holster and fired two bullets into the guard on his right. The other guard was caught by surprise and couldn't react fast enough to dodge the three bullets that entered his body, ending his life. Mr. Black sprinted for the door, shouldering it open when he reached it. As he made it out of the door a bullet reached his right side, causing pain to shoot through his body. He was stunned from the pain, allowing two more shots to penetrate his back. He was on his hands and knees now, near the end. Mr. Orange jumped out of one of the cars and grabbed Black, firing some shots towards the guards as he did so. He carried Black to the car and slammed the door shut, blocking several more bullets as they hit the car. The drivers knew what to do. The cars sped off as fast as they could go, racing through the streets of Canterlot. Several guard vehicles were behind them, attempting to catch up. Author's Note swag Golisten: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gfXUzz6QnR4 Mr. Orange was the first to arrive at the meeting place. They had agreed to meet at an abandoned barn on the outskirts of the city. Mr. Black was in the back seat, squealing,crying, and pleading to get brought to a hospital. Mr. Orange stepped out into the brisk air, closing the car door behind him and opening the back door to help Black out. "P-please," begged Black, "take me to a hosptial!" "I can't." "You could just drop me off outside the door and drive away. I won't tell them anything!" Orange was carrying Black into the barn, kicking open the red, wooden door to reveal a fairly large room with a concrete floor and grey walls. Orange brought Black to the back-left corner and set him down there. Blood left a trail behind them and pooled where Black was lying now. Black gripped Orange's shoulders. "P-p-PLEASE!!" Before Orange could answer their was the sound of a car parking outside. They could hear a car door opening and a man angrily grumbling to himself. The man was walking towards the door, and by the sound of it he was very angry. Mr. Orange Pointed his pistol towards the door, unsure of who was approaching. The door opened up. "HEY HEY, WHAT THE FUCK?" It was Mr. Red. "Oh, thank Celestia, it's just you." Said Orange as he put away his gun. "Yeah, well Celestia won't be doing you very many more favors after what we pulled." Said Red. He was wearing a look of anger on his face. Red walked up, "holy shit, Black, how you holdin' up?" "What's it look like?" Said Black, blood coming out of his mouth as he spoke. "Hey, don't waste your energy." Said Orange, taking a closer examination of Blacks wounds. Most of the bullets seemed to have buried themselves in his chest and stomach. It didn't look good. "Hey, uh, Red, will you come talk to me in the other room?" Said Orange. "Sure." said Red before changing his mind, "Actually, can we talk outside? I got something I gotta show you." "Okay, let's go. Black, I'll be right back, don't worry. I'm not gonna leave you." The two of them walked outside, Red looking clean and Orange covered in blood. "Look," Said Orange as they stood outside. "Black won't make it much longer without medical attention. Have you talked to White?" "No, you to are the first ones I've talked to." "Have you been anywhere else?" "Actually, yeah. That reminds me, come over here." said Red as he lead Orange to his car. That reminded Orange of something. "Hey, I thought we agreed on two people per car" "there were." Said Red, opening the back door of his car, revealing Mr. Blue. Blue was lying on the blood-stained seats. The back window was smashed, 'probably from bullets' thought Orange. Blue was still, face down on the leather seats. "He's....?" "Yeah." said Red. "Help me get him out of there." They both reached for their dead friend, grabbing him by his arms and suit. They pulled him out of the car and dropped him to the ground. "What do we do with him?" Asked Orange. "I don't fuckin' know." "We can't just leave him there!" "I know..... Let's bring him inside and out of the open for now." Said Red, picking up Blue. They brought him inside and put him in the left corner by the door. Black was passed out in his corner across the room. They propped him up against the wall and made sure he was settled, not that it really mattered. "I brought one more thing." Said Red, heading back outside. The two of them walked back to Red's car, this time stopping at the trunk. Red lifted the trunk to reveal a bloody and shaking Guard. "WHAT THE FUCK MAN?" asked Orange. "He jumped on the car and wouldn't get off. Once I shook the guards I stopped in an alley to teach him a lesson. Then I tied him up and put him in the trunk." "Why'd you do that?" asked Orange, still confused. "When Blue got shot he was begging me to bring him here. This guy heard everything and would have had the royal guard down here in a second. I couldn't just leave him." Orange pressed his thumb and index finger on the bridge of his nose, squeezing. He sighed. "Okay, okay. Let's just get him inside." They roughly grabbed the injured guard and drug him into the barn. The guard was tied up and had tape over his mouth, acting as a gag. They looked around and found a small metal chair in one of the back rooms. They sat him down on it and tied him to it with some extra rope from Red's trunk. Once they had finished Orange took out a handkerchief from his pocket and tried to wipe the blood off of his suit. He didn't get most of it, it had dried to his suit, but he did get some from his face and hands. "When is white gettin' here?" Asked Orange out loud, looking around the room. "I don't know man. I'm starting to worry." "Yeah me too." "I hope he gets here soon. I don't want to wait here for long. It's boring." Red was peeking out the door, on the lookout for any guards. "I know how we can pass the time." They both looked at the guard. "That'll work." Stuck in the middle with youlisten:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ukstws19D4 Muffled screams, laughing, horror, fun, truama, time-waster. Different perceptions of the same situation. "Come on, I doubt it hurts that much. Suck it up." Said Mr. Orange "Yeah, Come on. It's not like you'll need these knees." That was Mr. Red. He swung a metal pipe down onto the guards right, hind knee. The muffled screams grew in intensity. "What's that? I can't understand you, it's like you got something, like, caught in your throat." said Mr. Red with a smile. Mr. Orange walked up to the bloody and battered guard, brandishing his pocket knife. He held the stallion's face with one hand and placed his knife against this stallion's right ear. He began sawing the ear off, starting from the top of the base and working downwards. Soon Orange backed up, holding a blood soaked ear in one hand and a bloody knife in the other. "Looks like you're gonna need some custom headphones buddy." Mr. Orange and Mr. Red chuckled, only laughing more when the guard would scream and try to kick. "Oh, looks like we've got a fighter here." Said Red. He hit the guard in the stomach, causing him to throw up. The vomit was restrained by the tape, though, and so the guard nearly choked to death before swallowing. "I'll be right back," said Orange, don't kill him while I'm gone." Mr. Orange walked out of the door whilst Red had his fun. The air was still brisk, yet slightly cooler now, due to the time that had passed. Time flies when you're having fun. Orange walked to his car, opening his trunk once again. He sifted through the trunk for a moment before producing a large, red gas can. He closed the trunk with a heavy thump and walked back to the barn. He stepped back inside, closing the door behind him. Red was showing the guard the ear he picked up from the floor, chopping it into small pieces with his own knife. "Alright, I'm back." "'Bout time, whatcha got there?" Red backed away from the guard, allowing Orange to take charge. Orange twisted off the cap from the canister and began splashing gas into the face of this guard. The gas burned the guard's eyes and made breathing even more difficult. He coughed and shook and cried and yelled, all the while the tape muffling his pleas. Red came up behind the guard and grabbed his mane, pulling his face towards the ceiling. Orange poured the last of the gas onto the guards face while the guard struggled to breathe. Once the canister was empty Orange tossed it to the side; it landed near Blue. Orange reached into his pocket for some matches, grinning once he found them. He removed one match from its box and scraped the tip of it against the box, setting it alight. The guard was blinded by the gas and def; he couldn't tell what was going on. Mr. Orange backed away from the guard and tossed the match onto the guard's lap. The gas ignited instantly and explosively engulfed the guard. This stallion shook and screamed, just barely being heard over the fire due to the tape. Mr. Red walked over and tipped the chair with his foot, causing the guard to slam backwards onto the blood-soaked floor. "Is it hot in here, or is it just me?" said Orange as the guard's muffled screams began to die down. Red began tossing the ear pieces onto the fire, one by one, until they were all gone. Suddenly, the front door opened. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?" Author's Note thanks for reading! What?listen: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S0JV2ccpaH4 Today was going to be a good day and Celestia could feel it. 'Not to mention that I'm the princess of an entire kingdom' thought Celestia, 'it was kind of hard to have a bad day.' Celestia was standing in the Royal Elevator as it headed towards the ground floor. It was a long way down and she couldn't fly right now. Celestia had just recently fallen on her back, breaking her horn along with her left wing in the process. Suddenly, the elevator stopped, Suspending Celestia half-way down the castle. "Lousy piece of junk.." Grumbled the princess as she waited for the elevator to get started up again. There was always somepony watching over the royal elevator, to ensure that there wouldn't be any malfunctions while the princess was in it. All Celestia usually had to do was wait for the elevator to start moving and the voice of the maintenance-pony to come over the speakers to tell her that he had fixed the problem. The voice didn't come now. The elevator didn't move. Instead there were three loud 'Ka-THUMP's on the roof of the suspended room. Celestia held her breath, hoping that it was just the elevator-mechanics or whatever. Being a princess didn't really allow her to learn the actual names of the positions for elevator-fixers. The roof-escape-hatch received a heavy kick, sending it crashing to the floor of the elevator. Before Celestia could say anything three pistols were in her face through the roof. Celestia was shaking with fear, unsure of what her assaulters wanted with her. Would they kill her? She couldn't see the faces past the guns, not that they were there long enough for her to get a good look anyway. A hand reached downwards and ripped the crown from the princess' head. "Thanks princess." Said a voice past the guns. "Now in exchange I will give you something you'll need." Soon after this voice finished it's sentence a small pack was tossed onto the ground of the elevator. The, as soon as they had arrived, the men left. Celestia could hear them climbing out of the shaft and onto what sounded like the roof. Celestia decided to examine her gift. It was a parachute. "Oh no." said the princess to herself. She scrambled to put on the parachute. Then, the elevator began to shake. Celestia had just put on the parachute when the elevator went into a free-fall. The princess was thrown towards the roof of the elevator, smacking into the roof. 'I have to get out of this elevator!' thought the princess as she reached out towards the open hatch. She found it and climbed out, pulling the rip-cord with her teeth. The parachute unfurled inside of the shaft, barely fitting inside the small space. It was thirty minutes before the princess hit the lobby floor, gently landing on now-decimated elevator. When she climbed out of the shaft one of her assistants told her about the situation going on in the city. 'I was wrong.' Thought the princess. 'Today is going to suck.' Author's Note so yeah.
Introlisten : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=anGYFI_hmII "I'll never understand the point in tipping." Said Mr. Orange "You don't tip?" Asked Mr. Purple "Nope, never. It's a waste of fuckin' time." Replied Mr. Orange "What if the waitress gives you really good service?" This time it was Mr. Green "No, why would I pay her extra for doing her job?" Mr Orange again. "What would qualify her for a tip?" Asked Mr. Blue "What if she gave you a hoof job under the table?" Joked Mr. Black. Everyone at the table chuckled. "Well then maybe she would have earned a tip, but no more than one percent." Said Mr. Orange. "Stingy fuck." Said Mr. Blue. "Whatever yellow." Said Mr. Orange. "Hey why do we need these fucking nicks anyway? I don't even like orange." "Yeah, I wanna know too." threw in Mr. Green. "Look, the last thing we need is to call out each others names and get recognized. We're keeping the names so get used to it." Replied Mr. White in a final tone. "You're not angry 'cause you got a cool name. Mr. White. That just sounds cool." Said Mr. Green, "I'm Mr. Green. I sound like I should be on a kids show. Teaching 'em numbers and shit." "Please," Said Mr. Red, "You can barely count." "Yeah, laugh it up." Said Mr. Green in a joking tone. These five had been friends for the past ten years, best friends in fact. All of the men at the table were changelings, though they looked like the long-extinct race of humans. After humans went extinct the changelings decided to take up the look, now most changelings remained in human form for most of their lives. "Alright, is everyone done eating? I'm ready to ghost." Said Mr. White, looking at everyone's empty plates. "Yeah, I'm good too." Said Mr. Black. "Me too." said the others separately "Okay, let's split the check. Everyone throw in some money, including the tip, Orange." Said Mr. White. "You kidding me?" Said Mr. Orange in an upset tone. "Sorry she didn't blow you, she was probably busy with the other customers." Said Mr. Blue mockingly, "Forgive her." Mr. Blue and Mr. orange were always at each other's throats. They were only joking, of course. They were probably closer with each other than any of the others. Everybody was throwing some money into the middle of the table. "Oh, sorry guys I've only got a buck with me." Said Mr. Red, smiling. "Yeah, well you better find some on the floor, quick." Said Mr. White. Red, pretend grudgingly, pulled out a twenty like the others and threw it in the pile. Mr. White collected the money and started counting it, making sure everyone put in a fair amount. "Twenty-thirty-fourty..." Whispered White to himself. "Who 'forgot' to throw in an extra ten?" Asked White, realizing there was ten missing. Everyone turned to Mr. Orange. Orange looked at the guys with a frown on his face. "Alright, alright, here you go." said Orange, reaching back into his wallet for a ten. "Uh-uh. For trying to hold out you gotta give five." Said Mr. Red. "What?! Come on..." Grumbled Orange as he threw fifteen dollars towards check lying on the table. Everyone had a good chuckle at Mr. Orange's expense before the waitress came over. "Everything alright? You didn't need anything else did you? Ohihopenotbecausethatwouldn'tbefunatallandilovefun-" Said the waitress before being silenced by the men at the table. "That will be all, thank you. It was delicious." Said Mr. Blue with everyone else at the table consenting. "Okie dokie loki!" Said the waitress as she picked up the money from the table, "Come again!" The men all began to get up and stretch, showing off their black suits and ties. They had been there a while. Mr. Red wasn't sure what he had wanted and kept everyone waiting for twenty minutes. "This is the last time we bring Mr. Red to lunch." Said Mr. White as they left. "It ain't my fault they got so many things in that place!" Retorted Mr. Red as they walked out of Sugarcube Corner. "We all seemed to find what we wanted pretty easy." said Mr. Black "I'm bad? What about Mr. Orange?" defended Red. "That's true. We should probably leave 'em both." Joked Mr. Blue. "No, Orange isn't bad. He's just cheap, you can't blame him for that." this time it was Mr. Green taking a stab at Orange. "Oh ha-ha-ha. Come on chuckles, let's just hurry up and get moving, we ain't got much time." said Orange. Everyone got in one of the three cars. The drivers started up their engines hurrying their friends. Once everybody was inside the convoy started moving towards Canterlot. It was only a twenty minute trip and they made it in no-time. The convoy parked a couple of blocks away from the Castle, giving each other enough breathing room to make it seem as if the cars were unrelated with each other. All the men stepped out of their cars and began to walk towards the castle, each man mentally preparing themselves for the mission ahead. It would be a long day Author's Note This is only the beginning of what I hope to be a great story. Hope you like it.
A street car named escapelisten: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HgVAVKY2Q58 Green, Red, and White had just stepped onto the roof of the castle and were putting on their parachutes. "You two ready?" asked Mr. White. They both nodded yes and they all stepped to the edge of the roof, then they jumped. They pulled the parachute cords after a few seconds of free falling and floated down to the ground. It took about five minutes to make it to the ground thanks to the extra free-fall time. As soon as they landed they removed their parachutes and let them fly off into the wind. Then, the three of them walked back inside the castle, looking as if nothing had ever happened. They met up with a maintenance-pony outside of the mainenance room and he greeted them kindly. This pony lead them past the royal guards and into the royal hall. The hall was filled with stained-glass windows that depicted important events in history, but the men had no time to examine them. The hall was filled with two unconscious guards and one unconscious maintenance-pony. The two guards walked into the hall, locking the large doors behind them. Then, the three ponies seemed to shiver as if they were reflections in a lake in wich someone had just thrown a rock. Then the ponies were no longer ponies, but instead they were Mr. Orange, Blue, and Black. "Took you long enough." said Black in a joking tone as they all hurriedly walked to the end of the hall. At the end of the hall was a large, colorful door with a hole in the middle of it. Mr. Blue had a bag over his shoulder and he placed it on the ground in front of the door. "You get the crown?" asked Blue, reaching out his hand for the crown. Mr. White placed it into Blue's hand and watched as Blue took out several large boxes from the bag. He opened these boxes and pulled out a mold-horn from each one. Each horn differed in size, but had the same shape and look. Blue was holding them individually to the crown, checking for the best fit. After a few tries he seemed pleased with one of the molds and stuck it into the hole in the door. The door began to glow instantly and the sounds of the door unlocking were heard. Blue pulled out the horn and the door slid upward, revealing a small, well-lit room with a large pedestal on it. On this pedestal was one large, colorful box. "Bingo." Said Mr. Orange. Mr. White And Mr. Red walked into the room and peered into the box on the pedestal. A light grew from inside the box as the six jewels inside sparkled and shone, as if they were filled with light. The two men started carefully packing away the box of jewelry into Mr. Blue's bag. "Let's get out of here." Said Mr. Orange once they had zipped up the bag. Mr. Orange and Mr. Black had already taken a window carefully out of the pane and placed it on the floor. Everyone stepped out of the window, save for Mr. Black. He stayed to put the window back in place. Once he was done he unlocked the doors and walked out into the calm lobby. 'Good thing that elevator shaft is soundproof.' Thought Mr. Black as he stepped through the lobby and towards three cars idling just outside. He was almost out of the door when a shaken princess pried open the elevator shaft doors and screamed bloody murder. Mr. Black continued to walk, only now at a hurried pace, until he was cut off by two guards. "You can't leave the premises, sir. This is a crime scene." said one of the guards. Mr. Black refused to be left behind. Mr. Black pulled out a pistol from his shoulder holster and fired two bullets into the guard on his right. The other guard was caught by surprise and couldn't react fast enough to dodge the three bullets that entered his body, ending his life. Mr. Black sprinted for the door, shouldering it open when he reached it. As he made it out of the door a bullet reached his right side, causing pain to shoot through his body. He was stunned from the pain, allowing two more shots to penetrate his back. He was on his hands and knees now, near the end. Mr. Orange jumped out of one of the cars and grabbed Black, firing some shots towards the guards as he did so. He carried Black to the car and slammed the door shut, blocking several more bullets as they hit the car. The drivers knew what to do. The cars sped off as fast as they could go, racing through the streets of Canterlot. Several guard vehicles were behind them, attempting to catch up. Author's Note swag
Golisten: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gfXUzz6QnR4 Mr. Orange was the first to arrive at the meeting place. They had agreed to meet at an abandoned barn on the outskirts of the city. Mr. Black was in the back seat, squealing,crying, and pleading to get brought to a hospital. Mr. Orange stepped out into the brisk air, closing the car door behind him and opening the back door to help Black out. "P-please," begged Black, "take me to a hosptial!" "I can't." "You could just drop me off outside the door and drive away. I won't tell them anything!" Orange was carrying Black into the barn, kicking open the red, wooden door to reveal a fairly large room with a concrete floor and grey walls. Orange brought Black to the back-left corner and set him down there. Blood left a trail behind them and pooled where Black was lying now. Black gripped Orange's shoulders. "P-p-PLEASE!!" Before Orange could answer their was the sound of a car parking outside. They could hear a car door opening and a man angrily grumbling to himself. The man was walking towards the door, and by the sound of it he was very angry. Mr. Orange Pointed his pistol towards the door, unsure of who was approaching. The door opened up. "HEY HEY, WHAT THE FUCK?" It was Mr. Red. "Oh, thank Celestia, it's just you." Said Orange as he put away his gun. "Yeah, well Celestia won't be doing you very many more favors after what we pulled." Said Red. He was wearing a look of anger on his face. Red walked up, "holy shit, Black, how you holdin' up?" "What's it look like?" Said Black, blood coming out of his mouth as he spoke. "Hey, don't waste your energy." Said Orange, taking a closer examination of Blacks wounds. Most of the bullets seemed to have buried themselves in his chest and stomach. It didn't look good. "Hey, uh, Red, will you come talk to me in the other room?" Said Orange. "Sure." said Red before changing his mind, "Actually, can we talk outside? I got something I gotta show you." "Okay, let's go. Black, I'll be right back, don't worry. I'm not gonna leave you." The two of them walked outside, Red looking clean and Orange covered in blood. "Look," Said Orange as they stood outside. "Black won't make it much longer without medical attention. Have you talked to White?" "No, you to are the first ones I've talked to." "Have you been anywhere else?" "Actually, yeah. That reminds me, come over here." said Red as he lead Orange to his car. That reminded Orange of something. "Hey, I thought we agreed on two people per car" "there were." Said Red, opening the back door of his car, revealing Mr. Blue. Blue was lying on the blood-stained seats. The back window was smashed, 'probably from bullets' thought Orange. Blue was still, face down on the leather seats. "He's....?" "Yeah." said Red. "Help me get him out of there." They both reached for their dead friend, grabbing him by his arms and suit. They pulled him out of the car and dropped him to the ground. "What do we do with him?" Asked Orange. "I don't fuckin' know." "We can't just leave him there!" "I know..... Let's bring him inside and out of the open for now." Said Red, picking up Blue. They brought him inside and put him in the left corner by the door. Black was passed out in his corner across the room. They propped him up against the wall and made sure he was settled, not that it really mattered. "I brought one more thing." Said Red, heading back outside. The two of them walked back to Red's car, this time stopping at the trunk. Red lifted the trunk to reveal a bloody and shaking Guard. "WHAT THE FUCK MAN?" asked Orange. "He jumped on the car and wouldn't get off. Once I shook the guards I stopped in an alley to teach him a lesson. Then I tied him up and put him in the trunk." "Why'd you do that?" asked Orange, still confused. "When Blue got shot he was begging me to bring him here. This guy heard everything and would have had the royal guard down here in a second. I couldn't just leave him." Orange pressed his thumb and index finger on the bridge of his nose, squeezing. He sighed. "Okay, okay. Let's just get him inside." They roughly grabbed the injured guard and drug him into the barn. The guard was tied up and had tape over his mouth, acting as a gag. They looked around and found a small metal chair in one of the back rooms. They sat him down on it and tied him to it with some extra rope from Red's trunk. Once they had finished Orange took out a handkerchief from his pocket and tried to wipe the blood off of his suit. He didn't get most of it, it had dried to his suit, but he did get some from his face and hands. "When is white gettin' here?" Asked Orange out loud, looking around the room. "I don't know man. I'm starting to worry." "Yeah me too." "I hope he gets here soon. I don't want to wait here for long. It's boring." Red was peeking out the door, on the lookout for any guards. "I know how we can pass the time." They both looked at the guard. "That'll work."
Stuck in the middle with youlisten:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ukstws19D4 Muffled screams, laughing, horror, fun, truama, time-waster. Different perceptions of the same situation. "Come on, I doubt it hurts that much. Suck it up." Said Mr. Orange "Yeah, Come on. It's not like you'll need these knees." That was Mr. Red. He swung a metal pipe down onto the guards right, hind knee. The muffled screams grew in intensity. "What's that? I can't understand you, it's like you got something, like, caught in your throat." said Mr. Red with a smile. Mr. Orange walked up to the bloody and battered guard, brandishing his pocket knife. He held the stallion's face with one hand and placed his knife against this stallion's right ear. He began sawing the ear off, starting from the top of the base and working downwards. Soon Orange backed up, holding a blood soaked ear in one hand and a bloody knife in the other. "Looks like you're gonna need some custom headphones buddy." Mr. Orange and Mr. Red chuckled, only laughing more when the guard would scream and try to kick. "Oh, looks like we've got a fighter here." Said Red. He hit the guard in the stomach, causing him to throw up. The vomit was restrained by the tape, though, and so the guard nearly choked to death before swallowing. "I'll be right back," said Orange, don't kill him while I'm gone." Mr. Orange walked out of the door whilst Red had his fun. The air was still brisk, yet slightly cooler now, due to the time that had passed. Time flies when you're having fun. Orange walked to his car, opening his trunk once again. He sifted through the trunk for a moment before producing a large, red gas can. He closed the trunk with a heavy thump and walked back to the barn. He stepped back inside, closing the door behind him. Red was showing the guard the ear he picked up from the floor, chopping it into small pieces with his own knife. "Alright, I'm back." "'Bout time, whatcha got there?" Red backed away from the guard, allowing Orange to take charge. Orange twisted off the cap from the canister and began splashing gas into the face of this guard. The gas burned the guard's eyes and made breathing even more difficult. He coughed and shook and cried and yelled, all the while the tape muffling his pleas. Red came up behind the guard and grabbed his mane, pulling his face towards the ceiling. Orange poured the last of the gas onto the guards face while the guard struggled to breathe. Once the canister was empty Orange tossed it to the side; it landed near Blue. Orange reached into his pocket for some matches, grinning once he found them. He removed one match from its box and scraped the tip of it against the box, setting it alight. The guard was blinded by the gas and def; he couldn't tell what was going on. Mr. Orange backed away from the guard and tossed the match onto the guard's lap. The gas ignited instantly and explosively engulfed the guard. This stallion shook and screamed, just barely being heard over the fire due to the tape. Mr. Red walked over and tipped the chair with his foot, causing the guard to slam backwards onto the blood-soaked floor. "Is it hot in here, or is it just me?" said Orange as the guard's muffled screams began to die down. Red began tossing the ear pieces onto the fire, one by one, until they were all gone. Suddenly, the front door opened. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?" Author's Note thanks for reading!
What?listen: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S0JV2ccpaH4 Today was going to be a good day and Celestia could feel it. 'Not to mention that I'm the princess of an entire kingdom' thought Celestia, 'it was kind of hard to have a bad day.' Celestia was standing in the Royal Elevator as it headed towards the ground floor. It was a long way down and she couldn't fly right now. Celestia had just recently fallen on her back, breaking her horn along with her left wing in the process. Suddenly, the elevator stopped, Suspending Celestia half-way down the castle. "Lousy piece of junk.." Grumbled the princess as she waited for the elevator to get started up again. There was always somepony watching over the royal elevator, to ensure that there wouldn't be any malfunctions while the princess was in it. All Celestia usually had to do was wait for the elevator to start moving and the voice of the maintenance-pony to come over the speakers to tell her that he had fixed the problem. The voice didn't come now. The elevator didn't move. Instead there were three loud 'Ka-THUMP's on the roof of the suspended room. Celestia held her breath, hoping that it was just the elevator-mechanics or whatever. Being a princess didn't really allow her to learn the actual names of the positions for elevator-fixers. The roof-escape-hatch received a heavy kick, sending it crashing to the floor of the elevator. Before Celestia could say anything three pistols were in her face through the roof. Celestia was shaking with fear, unsure of what her assaulters wanted with her. Would they kill her? She couldn't see the faces past the guns, not that they were there long enough for her to get a good look anyway. A hand reached downwards and ripped the crown from the princess' head. "Thanks princess." Said a voice past the guns. "Now in exchange I will give you something you'll need." Soon after this voice finished it's sentence a small pack was tossed onto the ground of the elevator. The, as soon as they had arrived, the men left. Celestia could hear them climbing out of the shaft and onto what sounded like the roof. Celestia decided to examine her gift. It was a parachute. "Oh no." said the princess to herself. She scrambled to put on the parachute. Then, the elevator began to shake. Celestia had just put on the parachute when the elevator went into a free-fall. The princess was thrown towards the roof of the elevator, smacking into the roof. 'I have to get out of this elevator!' thought the princess as she reached out towards the open hatch. She found it and climbed out, pulling the rip-cord with her teeth. The parachute unfurled inside of the shaft, barely fitting inside the small space. It was thirty minutes before the princess hit the lobby floor, gently landing on now-decimated elevator. When she climbed out of the shaft one of her assistants told her about the situation going on in the city. 'I was wrong.' Thought the princess. 'Today is going to suck.' Author's Note so yeah.
