Reservoir ponies

listen: 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."