The Bounty Hunter In Equestria

            “I will no longer be controlled by these ponies!” Discord exclaims, holding a spell book in his grasp. Discord is pouting through the darkness of the Everfree forest, with rage in his eyes and vengeance in his heart. Ever since his “reformation” he had always felt as if he is losing power, and is being controlled by.

    “If I’m going to restore power over Equestria, then I’m going to have to find a way to get rid of those pesky Elements of Harmony! But how?” Discord looks down the book he was studying.

    “What’s this?” Discord asks himself as he reads the book in his claw. “Ahh this can be quite helpful. Quite helpful indeed,” Discord says to himself with an evil laugh.

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Meanwhile...

Hank is sitting on a park bench, waiting for his client to arrive. He looks around to make sure that no one has followed him. Just then, a person arrives and sits on the other side of the park bench. Hank looks at the the person. This must be the client. He doesn’t look like a threat, considering that he had a black jacket over a white button up shirt, black dress pants, and a red tie. The client brought a bag with him, probably the things he would show him. Hank looks away from him and stays quiet. He then pulls out a folder and places it next to him. The silence is broken by the client.

“His name is Jones Parker. He is a mob boss transporting drugs from Cuba to America on the Hellraiser cargo ship. We have enough evidence to conclude that he is too dangerous to be wandering around. We need you to put him down,” the mysterious man says as he slides a file over to Hank. Hank opens the file to see the picture of a man with a wine glass, wearing a black tuxedo. Hank looks over the information listed on the papers inside. The file had a lot of information on the target, from where he has been, to where he will be going. Hank looked at the file for a while, studying everything he could to get a clear picture of who he will be killing.

“How much?” Hank asks, still looking at the file.

“The boss is willing to pay you 5k for this one,” the client says keeping his eyes front. Hank thinks for a while, but then his mind is made up.

“Deal.” Hank ends. The client nods.

“Just remember,” the client reminds him, “This conversation never happened.” Hank nods in agreement, and the client walks off. Hank gets up and walks away just as soon as the client is out of sight.

When Hank arrives at his apartment building, he is stopped by the landlord. Hank looks down at his watch, it is 2 A.M. He knows that the manager is just going to bug him for rent again, so he keeps walking, but is stopped when the landlord puts his hand in front of Hank.

“Hey! I need the rent money now!” the landlord scowls at him. Hank looks down at the landlord’s hand on his chest.Then he looks up at the him with a threatening glare. The landlord keeps his angry frown on his face and tries again.

“The money, Hank, I need it!” Hank puts his chest out as if he were about to strike and looks down on the manager, who is starting to quiver.

“Hank,” the landlord tries again, “I’m warning you, if you miss one more month I’ll have you evicted from the premises!” the manager then storms off. Hank looks at him in disgust and just walks away.

He goes up the stairs and gets to his apartment. He pulls out his keys from his pocket and walks in. He places the file on a dusty desk that was near the door. He takes off his black fedora, dark brown trench coat, and black fingerless gloves and puts them on the bed. He goes to the restroom and washes his face. He looks up at his reflection in the mirror for a while, then walks into the bedroom. He sits at the edge of the bed and rubs his head. Hank lays flat on the bed with the covers off, and stares off into space. He begins to doze off. Unable to keep his eyes open any longer, he falls asleep.

Hank is awoken by the annoying sounds of the buzzing alarm clock near the door. Hank wearily gets up, but struggles considering it was eight in the morning. Hank finally gets up from his short rest, and gets his clothing from off the tip of his bed. According to the file provided to Hank, Jones was going to the spa for his weekly treatment. Hank was to meet him there, and end it.

Hank walks out the door to the main entrance, and looks around, making sure no one is watching him. He then heads over to the spa, determined to finish the assignment he was given. When he reaches the spa, he walks in and looks around. The file said room 36, which is on the first floor, so that is where he went. Hank walked into the room to find Jones receiving a massage from one of the employees.

“Excuse me sir, you can’t be i- mmphhh,” the words of the employee are cut off by Hanks hand shutting the panicked employees mouth.

“Hey dude, what gives?” Jones ask nervously, still laying down, but looking up at Hank.

“Jones Parker?” Hank asks still holding the employees mouth shut with one hand. Jones looks baffled that a strange man would just walk in and inquire about him. Jones prepares himself to escape the mysterious man if anything goes wrong.

“Uhm... I- I might be.” Jones says with a worried expression. Hank then scowls at his victim and reaches for the inside of his overcoat.

“Your time is up.” Hank says. Jones gets up and dashes for the window, because the door was between him and the assassin. Hank rapidly pulls out his silent Beretta and shoots Jones right in the back of his head, the bullet exiting between the eyes on the other side.The panicking employee lets out a muffled scream as Jones lifeless body collapses on the ground. Hank motions the employee to keep quiet on what he just saw, and releases him. Hank then walks out of the room, and out of the salon. Another successful mission.

Hank was walking home, but stopped in his tracks by a “psst” emitting out of an alleyway. Hank looks around, making sure this call wasn’t going for anyone else. He scans the alley, trying to see if he could spot the source of the mysterious sound, but fails. Hank begins to investigate.

He slowly approaches the sound, gun at hand, until he was deep in the alley. He spotted nothing and decided that is was probably his mind playing tricks on him. That is, until he turned around. Hank was suddenly face to face with some sort of creature. The strange beast was taller than Hank, and had multiple animal parts on him. It had a snake-like body, and a bunch of random animal parts on it. It stared down on Hank. Hank quickly tries to aim his weapon and shoot the monster, but is stopped when the creatures lion hand grabs his hand, and speaks.

“I apologize, but it appears I need you for a little... assignment.” the creature says, and snaps his fingers on the claws of his other hand. In a flash, Hank doesn’t find himself in the alleyway anymore. Instead, he appears to be in some kind of forest. He checks his surroundings, it looks to be night time in this area.

“Well then. I supposed you’re wondering why I brought you here?” the weird thing said. Hank looked at it for a while, then showed a sign of agreement.

“My name is Discord,” it began, “I need you to eliminate some crooks that are destroying this poor, poor town.” Hank looked at it confused. How did this thing know he was a bounty hunter? And why would he choose him instead of anyone else?

“I believe I need to pay you cash for this deed,” Discord continues, “but I suppose this will do?” He pulls out a small, lightweight bag and tosses it over to his assassin. Hank catches the bag and looks inside, only to find that it is full of gold coins! He looks at the bag with surprise, and then looks over at Discord, who has his arms crossed with a sinister grin.

“Who, when, and where?” Hank asks as he ties the bag on his belt.

“I knew you would accept!” Discord chuckles and hands over a list. The list had six names on it. “The one at the top of the list works at the library, all you have to do is find a big tree with windows on it.” Hank looks at Discord, confused.

“Tree with windows?” He asks still puzzled.

“Oh right, I almost forgot to tell you. The ones you are going to kill are ponies.” Discord explains.

“Ponies?” Hank repeats, dumbfounded.

“Yes, and they live in abnormal houses, not like the ones in your home.” Discord continues explaining, putting his hand on his chin, “But I suppose that isn’t as strange as a hitman from another world assigned to kill magical talking horses.” Discord ends as Hank nods in agreement.

“Any ways, I expect this to be finished before the end of three days, starting tomorrow.” Discord says, crossing his arms, “but for now you will rest, you’re going to need your energy in order to catch this one.” Discord says as he points to a name labeled ‘Rainbow Dash’ on the list. Hank nods in agreement. Discord snaps his fingers and suddenly there is a yellow tent next to Hank.

“Wait, this is where I’m supposed to be staying for the night?” Hank says with an annoyed tone in his voice.

“Well where else do you expect to stay?” asks Discord crossing his arms and raising a brow. Hank looks at Discord with disgust.

“You know what, I don’t care. Just as long as I get paid,” Hank exclaims and stomps to the tent.

“Oh, and the little town is that way.” Discords says, pointing to where the tents entrance is facing. Hank takes a quick note and proceeds to his tent. Discords eyes follow Hank until he is in the tent. Then he snaps his fingers, and he disappears into thin air.

Hank walks into the tent to find a grey sleeping bag on the ground, in the middle of the tent. He lays down on the sleeping bag and takes off his hat, and places it to the side. He pulls out his silent Berretta and puts next to the hat. He then pulls out his hunting knife and looks at the carving on the handle, “Never Back Down”. He stares at the carving on the handle for a while, then places the knife with the rest of his things. Hank rubs his face with his hands, and thinks about the mission he had to do. Six ponies, each have to die by the end of three days. He thought about how he will find them, since he only knew where the first one is located. After he thought about it, he figured he could just ask Discord, after he couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer, he doze off.