Lost Dragon

by AppleSik

Rating: teen
Tags: Twilight Sparkle, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Spike
Length: 1273

Spike has been taken and Twilight has to go to unbelievable measures to get him back.

Four stallions burst into the library and took Spike; they left a note. The note took her to Manehattan, where she had to go to crazy measures to get him back to Ponyville.

Published 2013-04-10 21:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-04-10 21:10:02 UTC

Lost Dragon

“Why am I doing this?” Twilight Sparkle asked herself, as she crouched behind an open door, her gun floating above her head in a faint purple veil. “For Spike,” She thought, “for Spike.” A few days earlier she had woken up to screaming. “TWILIGHT HELP ME!” Spike had been yelling, “HELP ME!” There were four stallions in tight yellow suits, two of them pulling Spike out of the door by his arms and the other two standing guard with guns floating above their heads wrapped in thin green and yellow blankets of light.

Twilight ran at them, horn aglow. One of the stallions moved their gun to Spikes forehead, and the other moved his to Twilight’s. “Try and do something, see what happens.” The one holding his gun to Spike’s head said. Twilight stopped, and stared at Spike. “If I try and do something now we’ll both die.” She told him. Spike just nodded his head. They lowered their guns and they ran with Spike. Twilight, defeated, sat on the ground and cried.

The next morning she got a letter. If you ever want to see Spike again, follow these instructions exactly: Enclosed is a plane ticket to Manehattan. Once there go to 305 2nd Street. Walk in and kill everyone in the building. She dropped the letter. “Kill someone? And not just one person, who knows how many? Spike’s my best friend; I’ve known him since he hatched.” She thought. “I would do anything for him, but this?” She had no idea what to do. She cried, once again.

She arrived in Manehattan at around 7:30 in the morning and found herself a hotel. She cried herself to sleep. The next morning she woke up and ate breakfast. At about noon she left the building, and went to the nearest restaurant to ask for directions. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy from all the crying, the stallion behind the counter was smiling, but the look in his eyes seemed to say, “What is wrong with this mare?” She asked if he knew where the address was. “Just down the block, take a right and it’s a creepy lookin’ building with ivy all over the sides.” He told her. “Thanks.” She said grimly. She turned around and walked out the door.

She was outside the door. It was a green door, with a circular window in the top middle. The building was white, with ivy all along the sides like the man had said. It was about three floors high, with the same look on each floor: two brown bordered windows. She took a deep breath, and peered inside the door. There were four stallions, two had knives in their mouths, one had a bat floating over his head, and the last one was a Pegasus with a crowbar in his mouth.

She ran inside, realized she had no idea what to do, and stopped dead in her tracks. The Pegasus charged at her, brandishing his crowbar. Twilight ducked her head down and he rammed into her horn, it went clear through his head. The two stallions with knives ran at her. She, again, ducked down and stabbed one through the head. She whipped her head as hard as she could to the side and hit the other with the dead stallion’s body. She levitated the knife of the stallion that got hit down. The knife flew toward the other pony’s face and went clear through it. She turned around and levitated the one on the ground by his neck, and tightened the hold until she heard a snap. She stopped, surveyed the carnage she had created, and threw up.

She took the knife out of the pony’s head, and looked around the corner into the hallway. There were two stallions, both of them with shotguns. She wrapped one in a magic choke hold and launched her knife at the other one’s head. She heard the stallion’s neck break and dropped him. She took the knife from the stallion’s head and his shotgun, just to be safe. There was a door at the end of the hallway. She opened it and peered inside.

There were three ponies, one Pegasus with a knife, and two Unicorns with machine guns, there were stairs going upwards behind them. She burst inside and hit one of the Unicorns with the door. The Pegasus turned and flew at Twilight with his knife. Twilight crouched down; the Pegasus didn’t have time to slow down. She thrust her head up; the pony made a sickly gurgling noise and fell to the ground. The other pony got over her shock and raised her gun to Twilight’s head. “Do not move.” She said. Twilight quickly ducked down and launched her knife at the pony’s face; she was dead before she could fire a shot.

She walked up the stairs and there was a brown door, she looked inside. It was one huge room with about 10 ponies. “Oh, no,” She thought, “How am I going to kill all of those ponies, I’ll die?” “It’s for Spike.” “I need a plan.” She thought. She looked again, four ponies with shotguns, two with knives, two with crowbars, and two with machine guns. “Okay, “she thought, “I’ll run in and push back the machine gun ponies with a spell, then I’ll launch my knife at one of the shotgun ponies and shoot the other, as the other ponies are running at me, I’ll try to kill as many of them as I can with my knife and I’ll shoot the other ones down.” She thought that was a good plan. She got her spell ready and rushed through the door.

First, she focused on the machine gun ponies, and saw them fly backwards into the wall. She launched her knife at one of the shotgun pony’s faces; raised her gun and shot the other. She took her knife from the other pony’s head and swept her knife across the machine gun pony’s necks. She turned her shotgun towards the now charging ponies with crowbars and knives and shot three of them down. She whipped her knife at the other pony’s neck; it hit its mark.

She walked up the stairs to a door that was slightly ajar. “That’s weird.” She thought. She walked through the door; there was Spike, tied up and gagged. “Spike!” She yelled. Spike was trying to say something, like a warning. Suddenly she saw a pistol floating toward her head. “Hey there, Twilight, how’s it going.” Said a voice. “Give back Spike.” She said. “I don’t think I will.” “Why, why are you doing this?” She screamed at him. “To prove a point.” At this he walked out of the shadows. He was a green Unicorn, with a red nose and mouth and red hooves. He had a short tail and long hair covering one eye. “What?” She asked. “That even ponies, like you, who are the embodiment of friendship and goodness, will kill innocent people.” “Innocent, they had guns!” She yelled. “They were protecting me.” He said. “This was for my best friend!” “It doesn’t matter,” He said, “you still massacred twenty people, only to save one life.” You bastard!” She yelled. She ducked and jumped at him. Twilight pushed him down and held him. He lost focus and dropped his gun. “You are the bad person, you made me do this, it my best, and I didn’t know these were innocent people.” She put her gun to his head and killed him. She untied Spike, sat down, gave him a hug, and cried, harder than ever.