The Bounty Hunter In Equestria

The next morning, Hank gets up by the disturbing sunlight coming in through the tent’s entrance. He grabs his hat and puts it on, along with putting his gun and knife out of sight, in his coat.  Hank decided to start his assassination spree bright and early. He stretches as he exits the tent. He felt tired, but eventually started walking towards where the entrance of the tent pointed to.

Hank walked for a couple of minutes until he reached a dirt road. This must be the town Discord mentioned. Hank continued walking, keeping a keen eye out for a tree with windows. As he walked, and observed, he noticed that everyone around him were talking horses. They were all looking at him, watching him pass by. Hank ignored the onlookers stares, and continued forward.

Hank spots the library he was looking for. He glances around, and luckily the ones looking at him had left. After seeing that no one is around, he looks down at his list. First one, Twilight Sparkle. Discord said this “pony” was going to be here, in the library. He knocks on the door.

“Can I help you?” a purple pony asks, as it answers the door.

“Twilight Sparkle?” he asks, holding the list in one hand with a scowl on his face.

“Uhm, yes?” the confused pony answers, not sure about the situation.

“Inside, now.” He pushes Twilight inside the library and crouches down to follow her.

“Hey! Stop that!” she yells protestantly. Hank closes the door, pulls out his silent Beretta, and aims straight at the frightened pony. About to shoot, he stares directly at the life he is about to take.

“Sorry sweetheart, but your time is up.” Suddenly, a knock came to the door.

“Twilight, dear! Are you there?” a voice sounded from outside. Hank looks over to the door, then back at Twilight.

“Get the door, don’t say a word,” Hank growls as he hurries behind the door, keeping his gun trained on Twilight. The mare in question moves to get the door, a nervous shaking in her movements.

“Hey, Rarity. How are you?” The jittery accent in Twilight’s tone tips Rarity off that something is amiss.

“Is everything alright?” asks the confused white pony.Twilight looks over to Hank and licks her lips nervously. Rarity leans in to try to see what she is looking at, but Twilight rapidly scootches Rarity back, concealing him.

“YES! Yes... Everything is just... peachy.” Twilight gulps and smiles unconvincingly.

“Are you sure deary? You seem a bit... tense,” Rarity asks with a quizzical look on her face. Hank pulls out the list he had put in his pocket. then he spots Rarity on the list. He then signals Twilight to let the other pony in, knowing that he can hit two birds with one stone.

“H-hey, Rarity, w-would you mind coming i-in for a sec?” Twilight suggests, still holding her very unconvincing smile.

“Oh, no, no, no; you see, I have some very important dresses to make. I must get back to work, it’s for a very important client. I simply stopped by to say hello!” Rarity explains, with a bright smile on her face.

“Ok then, see you later,” Twilight says with a more-than-obvious sigh of relief. Rarity trots away, still worried that there may be something wrong. Twilight closes the door, turns around, and is suddenly face to face with Hank.

“Where does she live?” he asks, keeping his gun level with her face.

“C-Carousel Boutique.” Twilight answers nervously.

“Okay good... now where were we? Oh yes!” Hank extends his arm, making his weapon touch Twilights forehead, but is suddenly interrupted by the sound of a door opening upstairs.

“Goddamit,” Hank whispers, disappointed that he has to wait again. He looks to see who is coming down the stairs as he conceals his gun by putting it in his overcoat. A little, fat, purple lizard comes down the stairs.

“Good morning Twili- Oh hello.” the chubby reptile greeted the man in the overcoat. Hank replied with a small wave.

“What’s your name?” Hank asks suspiciously, reaching for his list.

“I’m Spike!” the little one says proudly. Hank takes a quick look at the list. Spike’s name wasn’t on it. Hank looks at Twilight.

“Who is he?” Hank asks, pointing at Spike.

“H-he is m-my assistant,” Twilight nervously replies. Spike looks at Twilight, and raises a brow.

“Is everything okay, Twilight?” Spike asks the worried pony. Twilight bites her lower lip.

“Y- yes Spike. There is no need to worry.” Twilight replies, holding a nervous smile.

“Hey Twilight, didn’t you say that your assistant had something to do?” Hank tells Twilight, hoping he would get the little reptile out of there.

“Oh, uhh yeah. Spike, I need y-you to uhh, help AppleJack with her uhh, chores!” Twilight tell Spike, fidgeting a bit.

“Ok!” Spike yells out and heads out the door. Once the little scaly thing leaves the library, Hank pulls out his gun, and aims at Twilight again.

“Ok, now you will-” Hank is cut off by rapid knocking on the door.

“What. The. Fuck. How many friends do you have!?” Hank growls at Twilight. To which she just responds with a nervous shrug. Hank motions her to get the door as he conceals his weapon. The knock was still going at high speed. Twilight obediently opens the door. A pink pony with a poofy maine stood there, with a bright smile that went off for miles.

“HI TWILIGHT!” the hyper thing said, bouncing up and down.

“Pinkie, now isn’t really the best time to-” Twilight is cut off when the happy-go-lucky pony dashed into the room. Nearly spinning Twilight into a tornado.

“Watchu doing?” Pinkie asks, still not noticing Hank behind the door. Hank looks at the party pony, confused. Then Pinkie turns and notices him.

“And who are you!?” Pinkie asks looking more excited than when she walked in. Hank pulls out the list and spots ‘Pinkie Pie’. Hank looks at the pony and realizes why Discord gave him three days. It’s going to be a bitch to catch this one. Pinkie rushes over to Hank.

“I’ve never seen you before! And if I’ve never seen you before, then-” Pinkies mouth is held shut by Hank, still holding the list in his other hand.

“Enough, with the talking.” Hank holds Pinkie snout shut, and threatens her with his eyes.

“Mmhmm.” Pinkie agrees, still holding the brightest smile in the room, and Hank releases her muzzle, and Pinkie notices the list in Hanks hand.

“What is that?” Pinkie inquires about the list. Hank quickly puts the list in his pocket.

“It’s nothing,” Hank says, going for his Beretta in his coat. Pinkie shrugs it off and takes a couple steps back. Hank is about to pull out his weapon, when Pinkie surprisingly tackles him to the ground and steals the list out of his pocket.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Hank screams at the crazed pony on him. Pinkie then jumps off him and dashes next to Twilight. Hank reaches for his handgun, which is no longer there. He jumps up with cat-like precision, and looks around for his lost weapon. Pinkie reads the list silently.

“Why are our names on your little paper? And Rarity’s, and Rainbow’s, and Fluttershy’s, and Applejack’s?” Pinkie asks, looking up at Hank, and he looks up at Pinkie, holding the list at her hooves.

“Hey! Hand that over!” Hank yells at Pinkie. Twilight sits quietly in her spot, looking at the other two.

“Not until you tell me why my friends names are on this paper.” Pinkie replies, setting her hoof down.

“Then I guess I’ll have to take it from you.” Hank proclaims as he cracks his knuckles. Pinkie just smiles and looks at Hank. Twilight backs away from the two. Hank quickly runs to Pinkie, and Pinkie jumps up, goes over Hank,  and lands behind him. Hank is annoyed by Pinkie, and pulls out his hunting knife. He turns around, and Twilight gasps when she sees the knife Hank is equipped with. Hank looks at Pinkie with a deadly stare in the eyes, and Pinkie looks back, smiling.

“Listen you demonic little shit, either you give me the paper, or die with it.” Hank says, now with a pissed off tone. Pinkie realizes that the man is serious, and is starting to get mad.

“I just wanted to see what’s on the paper,” Pinkie says, her smile slowly into a frown. Hank extends his arm.

“The paper, NOW!” Hank exclaims. Pinkie hands over the paper, lowering her head in shame. Hank swipes the list away from Pinkie, then she begins heading out the door.

"If anyone needs me, I'll be at SugarCube corner." Pinkie says, her hair seems to be deflating. Hank ignores her and remembers his Baretta.

"Now where did that shit go?" Hank asks looking around for his gun. Twilight realizes that his weapon is missing, and thinks that this is her window of opportunity to escape. She slowly scoots over to the door. She almost reaches to door, only to find that the blade of a knife hits the door right in front of Twilight.

"Where do you think your going?" Hank says, staring Twilight a threatening glare, and walks over to get the knife.

"I- I- I wanted to uhh, I wanted to check to see if anyon- if anyone was coming." Twilight let out a panicked chuckle. Hank stares down the trembling Twilight as he pulls the knife out the door.

“Sure you did,” replies Hanks placing the tip of the the hunting knife on Twilights neck. “We wouldn’t want you running off now would we?”

“N-No s-sir” Twilight visibly shakes as Hank runs the blade up to her chin. Hank then grabs his victim, and throws her to the center of the room.

“Now stay put!” Hank commands Twilight. She lowers herself in fear and stays where she is. Hank continues looking for his missing Baretta. Twilight raises her head and looks over at Hanks direction.

“Why do you want to kill me?” Twilight asks, with watering eyes. Hank looks over at Twilight, and sees that she is in despair, and looks away continuing his search.

“Because crooks like you don’t deserve to live.” Hank replies, looking under the bookshelves for his weapon.

“Have I done something wrong?” Twilight asks desperately. Hank looks at Twilight and remembers something. Discord never really explained how these ponies were bad. Hank begins to wonder if these ponies are actually bad news.

“Tell me, Twilight. What do you do for a living?” Hank asks, seeking answers. He stops looking for his weapon and pays attention to Twilight.

“I am a student learning magic.” Twilight begins to calm down, thinking that she is earning Hanks trust.

“For who?” Hank questions Twilight, crossing his arms.

“For uhm, th-the princess.” Twilight says, avoiding her name, thinking it might lead Hank to assassinate her.

“What kind of magic?” Hank asks, raising a brow.

“The magic of friendship.” Twilight ends. There is a long silence between the two. Hank looks away and continues his search. Twilight hyperventilates, because she thinks she had failed in earning Hanks trust.

Hank finally finds his Baretta under one of the shelves, and picks it up. He cleans the gun by blowing on it. Then, he checks to see if the bullets are still in place, which they are. Hank looks over at a cowering Twilight. He gives her a long stare, then places his gun in his coat. Twilight looks up at Hank confused.

“I’m not going to kill you.” Hank says. “Under one condition.” Twilight ears perk up, listening to everything Hank had to say.

“What can you tell me about Discord?” Hank says, looking at Twilight.