I stopped the Humvee in the street and let it idle for a few moments before turning it off. The entire city of Canterlot looked barren, like every-pony had just up and left. A lone piece of newspaper fluffed across the finely paved street.

I leaned over to Mac who was sitting in the passenger seat. “See any pony?” I asked but he gave a simple ‘Nnnope’. “See any demons?” but again I was answered with a prolonged ‘Nnnope’. I sighed, “See anything suspicious?” but this time he replied differently.

“Eeyup” and I immediately scanned the area intently to see what he saw that could’ve been suspicious. But I couldn’t see anything suspicious, not a damned thing.

“Whatta yah see?” I whispered to him.

“Nothing” he replied and I leaned away from him and gave him a curious look. I was about to ask what’s so suspicious about nothing but then figured he meant it was suspicious that no-pony was around.

I rolled my eyes. “I meant do you see any-pony that looks off?” But again he answered ‘Nnnope’. I sighed then started the HMMWV and drove it down the streets at a considerably slow speed. ‘Please god, don’t let demons have RPGs’ I prayed to myself.

I stopped the armoured vehicle just at the intersection near Fleur’s house and looked to Macintosh. “Up for a little rescuing?” I asked and he raised an eyebrow.

“Shouldn’t we be findin the demons?” he asked. I chuckled as I turned off the truck and drew the Glock from its holster on my hip. Luckily Jonas stashed two extra magazines with it giving me a total of three and Elijah had four drum magazines fitted with frag-12 shells.

I slung the AA12 around my back and held the Glock in both hands as I cautiously left the vehicle. I was breathing at a paced rate, considering that nothing had really happened, and looked around.

The sun was shining rather brightly and everything was quiet, too quiet… way too quiet. I motioned for Big Macintosh to follow me and he too quickly left the Humvee and stayed close behind me as I quickly paced over to the corner wall of a building.

“Tell me if you see any-pony… or demon” I told him and he nodded. I slowly peaked around the corner and peered down the street. Nothing. I looked up to the high-rise buildings and their respective rooftops but still nothing.

I tapped Mac on the shoulder then we began to proceed down the sidewalk of the street. Really I should be doing as Macintosh suggested and hunting down the demons but I just had to make sure Fleur was okay. In my eager mood to leave Applejack behind in revenge, I wasn’t really thinking about Fleur.

As we snuck down the street my heart rate began to increase for no apparent reason. This was just too weird. Applejack had said there were demons yet there wasn’t a soul in sight.

We approached the two story house of Fleur. Strange, now that I think of it I had never been in the second floor of the home. I took a long hard scan of the area to make sure everything was fine, or well as close to it as could be.

I stepped back in preparation to kick down the fine brown wood door of Fleur’s house but then stopped at the last possible second. I set my foot back on the ground then reached forwards and opened the door with my hand. It wasn’t locked and swung open.

The house was dark and eerie. I couldn’t imagine how it was so dark inside with all this light shining from the sun. I looked to Big Mac and mouthed ‘Wait at the door’. He nodded in signal that he understood.

I brought the Glock up to a lowered forty-five degree angle in both hands as I entered the house. In a very quiet voice I began to call out for Fleur. “Fleur… hey Fleur it’s me, Dale… Fleur are you home? FLEUR!” I whispered rather loudly but didn’t get a reply.

I continued to make my way through the house. Maybe she had locked herself in her room. I approached her room only to see that her door was slightly opened. “Fleur?” I whispered as I began to slowly open the door open.

The hinges squeaked, usually it wouldn’t be a pester but with everything the way it was it literally sounded like a high pitched dying animal or something. “Fleur?” I whispered again as the doorway opening became larger.

I snuck my head into the room but suddenly a metal chair whacked me in the face, almost breaking my nose. “GAH FUCK!” I swore in pain as I stammered back. “FLEUR, IT’S ME!” I yelled and I heard Fleur gasp in realization of what she had just done.

“Oh my goddess, Dale. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know it was you” she apologized. How the hell didn’t she know it was me? I had called out to her several times and even said it was me. I quickly disregarded the thought and rushed up to her, embracing her in a tight hug and swinging her in a circle before placing her down and kissing her quickly.

“What the hell happened here?” I asked but she didn’t answer and simply buried her face into my shoulder. I couldn’t imagine what the hell had happened. Applejack said there were demons but I didn’t see a single damn one.

“They’re… something’s wrong… no-pony is around. There was a little colt in the streets… oh goddess… he started screaming and crying… thrashing around insanely and finally… his whole body just went pale and he began to walk away like a zombie or something” she whispered quietly. So quietly in fact that I could barely heard her.

“It’s okay. I’m here and I’m gonna fix this. Told you I’d be back” I told her with a bright smile then turned to Big Macintosh but he wasn’t in the doorway. “Hey Mac” I whispered loudly. He didn’t answer.

“Mac!” I whispered a little louder but still no reply came. I kept whispering louder for about a minute then figured something must be wrong. Though I had my pistol and shotgun I felt a little on the unarmed side. God I wish I had my Desert Eagle, that thing could put down an elephant… well not literally.

I looked back to Fleur, “Stay right behind me. Everything is gonna be fine” I told her and slowly crept along the side of the wall until I was near the doorway. “Mac!” I hissed but still no answer.

I poked my head out of the doorway and looked down both ways of the street. The city was still barren. ‘Where the hell’d he go?’ I thought to myself then looked back to Fleur. I was about to tell her to stay close but I’m sure she knew that already.

We stepped out into the city streets and quickly paced down the sidewalk. Something was really creepy about this whole scenario and I didn’t like it one bit. “Somebody’s playing hocus pocus… I hate hocus pocus.”

We approached the Humvee and I sat her in the passenger seat before hopping into the driver seat and starting the vehicle. I began to drive it down the empty streets at a rather high speed until finally I spotted a pony but something was off about her.

The mare was walking like she was brainless and her only intention in life was to walk a straight line. Suddenly she turned down another street. I slowly trailed her in the truck, making sure to stay far enough away so I wouldn’t spook her.

Eventually she led us to the royal castle where ponies were being assembled by little black insect creatures that were about the size of ponies but with holes in their bodies. ‘Great! Demons’ I thought to myself. I looked over to Fleur. “Whatever happens, don’t get out, or open the window” I told her and pulled the Humvee up to the assembly of ponies. Some of the creatures looked to the still idling vehicle and hissed.

I killed the engine the quickly slipped into the back and opened up the hatch with the minigun. “Hey! Where’s your boss?” I asked but in reply they simply spread their wings and took to the air. “Wrong answer” I yelled and started the spin cycle on the machinegun.

A dozen or so of the insect demons dive bombed for the vehicle and I hosed them down with a spray from the M134. 7.62x51mm explosive shells ripped their bodies apart. It was like they had hit a gruesome bug zapper.

Their body parts fell to the ground and more of the creatures hummed in the air then charged at me. I made quick work of any demon/bug that flew at us but they seemed relentless. God I hope I don’t run out of ammo.

The minigun continued out a constant spray of ammo that made an orange stream from the absolutely stunning fire-rate. Brass casings littered the ground and inside of the vehicle.

After almost two minutes of hosing down the creatures, they wised up and buggered off. I let off the buttons of the minigun and the barrels whirred to a stop. They were orange from the extreme temperature and I could see vapour steam coming from the barrels.

I slid back down into the cabin but left the hatch open. “You should be safe in here. I don’t think they’ll be coming back” I told Fleur who nodded. I exited the vehicle and drew out the AA12 then proceeded to the castle.

No-pony in the crowd would talk to me, let alone even look at me. This was getting weirder by the second. I reached the palace doors, they weren’t usually locked. I stepped back and booted the doors down. Inside the hallways were swarms of the creatures. I smirked “Knock-knock.”

Author's Note

I like where this is going. For all the readers who still want to complain about the Desert Eagle, YES HE'S GOT A DESERT EAGLE! And for all you guys out there who are like "It's unrealistic for a military special forces guy to have a handgun chambered in .50 caliber" could you not please bicker about something more appropriate, like why is it he has a military issued Humvee that's standard transmission. The military doesn't make em standard, they're all three speed automatic.
Just saying