Like a Bullet from a Gun

Due to my insufficient need for completion, I have made an epilogue. Deal with it.

Lots of Thanks to:

PootBird - For support

epic wafflez - For support

Mr.Doctrine - Best Literacy/English teacher ever

And all of my followers because you rock (woohoo)

DISCLAIMER:

ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY THAT ARE OOC ARE DESIGNED TO BE. e.g. CELESTIA IS DESIGNED TO BE INTIMIDATING

Also, here is a sneak peak of the next story I am working on:

Alex grumbled awake again from an uncomfortable sleep, those bumps on his back were getting in the way a lot now. Stumbling out onto the cold, stone barracks floor, he made his way towards the wardrobe. He didn't have many clothes, and the only ones he had other than the flight suit he arrived in were custom made by a Miss Rarity. Taking out a red T-Shirt and denim jeans, he proceded to get dressed. But something was wrong.

"Rhod," Alex called out through the wall to the other bedroom. "You used to be a tattoo artist right?!"

"Yeah," came a half awake response. "Why?"

"Can tattoos randomly appear out of nowhere?"

"Why the hell are you asking me this, it's 6 AM."

"Why the fuck is there a picture of an M4 on my ass?"

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Sequel should be out in the next 2 months or so by the way.