The Bounty Hunter In Equestria

by UnknownSubject

Rating: teen
Tags: Alternate Universe, Human, Adventure
Length: 12345

Discord is angry that the ponies are taking control over him. Seeking vengeance, he summons a bounty hunter to kill the Mane Six. With the help of the assasin, Discord can rule over equestria, permanently this time.

Discord has found a way to eliminate the Elements of Harmony, through a human bounty hunter named Hank. Hank is off to kill the ponies, but will he learn that the ponies he has to kill are not the evil ones?

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-05-19 21:30:29 UTC

The Bounty Hunter

            “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.

First one: Twilight Sparkle

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.

Realization

"Discord?" Twilight asks in confusion, "Well he tried to take over Equestria." Twilight looks at the floor in realization. "Did he want you to kill me?" Hank looks at the pony. Then takes the sack of coins off his belt, and shows it to Twilight.

"He paid me to kill you and six others," Hank explains, "But seeing as how you're not showing threat to me, I'm starting to have ideas on the real criminal." Hank lowers the bag to his side. Twilight looks at Hank, and gets closer to him.

"So... does this mean you're going to kill Discord?" Twilight asks, stopping in front of the assassin. Hank says nothing pulls out the list with the six targets names. He looks at the bag of money on his other hand.

"I'm not going to kill you." Hank tells Twilight, filling her up with relief. "But the snake thing must go." Hank says with a scowl. Twilight's relieved smile fades quickly.

"Oh please don't" Twilight protests. Hank looks at her with a puzzled face. "I know Discord is evil, but violence is never the answer." Twilight says.

"That thing brought me here out of my home, lies to me about you, and wants me to kill you. And you're telling me you don't want me to kill him?" Hank says. Twilight nods in agreement.

"We can just try to talk some sense into him, and tell him that he doesn't need to hurt anypony." Twilight says, raising a hoof. Hank keeps his eyes on Twilight, but eventually agrees.

"Ok fine, I'll talk to him, but there is only one problem." Hank says, "I do not know where he is, or any idea of where to look."Twilight thinks for a while, and comes up with a plan.

"Well, after his reformation, he went to go live with Celestia, in one of her castle's room." Twilight tells Hank.

"Ok then that's where we will go, but where is this castle?" Hank asks Twilight, raising a brow.

"I will take you." Twilight says to the human. Hank nods and heads out the door, crouching to get out. Hank looks around to see a lot of ponies walking around. Twilight comes out right after Hank does. Hank realizes that some of the ponies are looking at him with puzzled and suspicious looks, but they continue their path. Twilight tries to start a conversation by trying to ask Hank questions on him.

“By the way.” Twilight says as Hank looks at her, but still walking forward. “I didn’t really get your name.” Hank looks forward.

“It’s David,” Hank says, keeping his identity hidden from the pony. Twilight takes note of that and continues forward.

“Well what do you do?” Twilight asks, trying to keep the conversation going.

“I take criminals off the streets.” Hank says. That was actually true. Hank killed criminals in order to make a living. He wouldn’t kill anyone unless a crime was being committed.

“Do you arrest them?” Twilight asks already halfway knowing what the answer was.

“No,” Hank says looking a little lower than he was, “I kill them.” With that, Twilight decides to end the conversation where it was, because she knew that this subject bothered Hank.

A couple minutes later, Twilight speaks again.

"I think it would be best to get the Elements of Harmony to come with us just in case Discord tries something." Twilight says holding her chin. Hank looks down at the pony.

"Elements of what?" Hank asks, wanting more information on said subject. Twilight looks up at Hank and begins explaining.

"The Elements of Harmony are the only ponies that could stop Discord. They are within six ponies, including me. The Elements are, loyalty, kindness, laughter, generosity, honesty, and magic." Hank looks at Twilight a bit puzzled, but processes it thoroughly through his mind.

"And where are these 'Elements of Harmony'?" Hank asks, crossing his arms.

"Come with me. I'll take you." Twilight says as she starts walking. Hank follows her without question.

About a couple minutes later they reach a strange bakery looking place with a banner on top labeled 'SugarCube Corner'. Hank looks at the building, and proceeds inside, Twilight following. Hank is greeted by a blue pony with a swirled mane.

"Why hello there! What can I do for you?" It said with a gentle smile.

"Hello Mrs. Cake is Pinkie Pie here?" Twilight asks. The blue pony's suddenly went from gleeful to concerned.

"Oh uhm, yes she is upstairs in her room." Mrs. Cake replies. "Do you know anything about her being a little upset?" She says worryingly. Twilight remembers the 'incident' between Pinkie and Hank back at the library.

"Yes, but I think that can be resolved." Twilight tells Cake, and looking over at Hank, who is looking at his knife. Mrs. Cake looks at Hank then back at Twilight, and nods. Twilight goes upstairs, followed by Hank putting his knife back in his coat.

When Twilight reaches Pinkies room she knocks and walks inside. Pinkie was laying on her stomach facing a window in her room. Her hair wasn’t poofy anymore, it was flat, and she was seemingly darker than average. She looks over at the two that walked in the room, then looks away and lets out a sigh.

“Pinkie?” Twilight begins, “This man here has something to say.” Pinkie looks up at Hank, as he looks at Twilight confused.

“I do?” Hank says, Twilight responds by tilting her head at Pinkie. Hank looks over at Pinkie and realizes what Twilight meant.

“Listen Blinkie, I-”

“Pinkie” Twilight interrupts.

“Listen Pinkie, I shouldn’t have called you what i did. I know now that you aren’t the bad guys, and I need your help.” Hank apologizes, and Pinkie keeps her eyes on Hank for a while. Then, her hair suddenly poofed back out and she rushes over to hug Hank. She was too quick, so Hank didn’t realize she was coming until she was already on him.

“I accept your apology!” Pinkie screams as she squeezes the life out of Hank. Hank tries to break free from the deathlock of death, but his strength was no match for such tight holds. Pinkie lets go of Hank, and he breathes for air.

“So what are you guys doing here?” Pinkie asks gleefully. Twilight helps Hank get up from his near death experience and tells Pinkie everything from when Hank was going to kill her, to how Discord isn’t really reformed.

“Oooooh, is that why you had this?” Pinkie asks Hank as she pulls out a silent Bareta from out of nowhere. Hank looks at the gun wide-eyed and checks all over himself for his gun. Hank looks over at Pinkie and extends his arm toward the gun.

“Pinkie, hand over the gun.” Hank says slowly, to try to avoid anymore problems. Pinkie happily trots over to Hank and gives him the gun. Hank takes the firearm and puts it in his coat.

“Good. Anyways yes, that is why I had the gun.” Hank says keeping his eye on Pinkie.

“I’m going to see if Celestia can get David and I to talk to Discord, but we also need you and the rest of the girls just in case Discord tries to go against us.” Twilight tells Pinkie.

“Oh! Ok.” Pinkie yells out in joy. Hank looks over at Twilight, as she nods in satisfaction.

“Ok now we’ll go get Rar-” Suddenly Hank doesn’t find himself in Pinkies room anymore. Hank looks at his surroundings. This seems to be the place he first got to, the forest.

Hank pulls out his Beretta just in case something bad was amongst the trees. Then, a mysterious figure appears out of nowhere. Hank points the gun at the figure.

“Woah there, sharpshooter.” it says, “I’m the one that gave you your assignment.” Hank lowers his weapon, and sure enough, it was Discord.

“What do you want?” Hank says raising his weapon at Discord.

“Well aren’t we a little edgy?” Discord says crossing his arms, “Killing these ponies may have taken some calmness out of you.”

“I didn’t kill them.” Hank says keeping his gun trained on Discord. Discord closes in on Hank with an angry expression shown on his face.

“I thought I told you to kill them!... Unless you don’t want to take the gold.” Discord says as he walks away, hands behind his back. Hank lowers his firearm, and reaches for the bag. Discord looks at his presumed ‘cold killer’. Hank then grabs the money bag and tosses it at him. The bag lands in front of Discord. Hank then resumes pointing the gun at him. Discord looks at Hank.

“You will regret this decision, mark my words.” Discord disappears along with the bag. Hank puts his gun back in his coat. He looks around to see if he can find his way back to town, but nothing seemed like a familiar landmark. He decides to walk around the forest in attempt to spot anything that could lead to the little town.

Just then Hank gets hungry. He hasn’t eaten since yesterday. He decides that food will come first before the town. It can’t be too hard finding food in an unknown forest. Hank pulls out his hunting knife,because he wants to save ammunition, considering he only brought the one clip with him, and uses the hunting knife for just that, hunting. Unfortunately, Hank hadn’t found food in the last ten minutes. Fortunately, he spotted a weird looking animal. He thought this was his window of opportunity, so he tightly grasped the knife in his hand, and closed in for the kill.

He quietly crawled behind a tree and waited for it to come to him. The creature perks up its ears as if it had heard him. He crouches down and freezes, thinking that if he moved anymore, he would scare it away. The creature looked around, and positions itself for a getaway. Hank stares at the creature, not moving a muscle. The creature walks towards Hank. This was his chance. Hank jumped out of the tree and tackles the creature down to ground, and yanked his knife in the creature's neck. He takes the knife out and watches the thing squirm on the ground. To Hanks surprise, the creature was made entirely out of wood. Hank was disappointed that he would have to hold off his hunger a bit longer.Hank continues to find some other animal to feast upon. He walked for hours, trying to find food and that town he wants to get back, with no such luck on either.

Hank looks up at the sky, it’s getting dark. He’ll have to find somewhere to stay for the night. He continue walking until he coincidentally finds a cave. He walks over to the cave, pulls out his gun. He looks in for any threat. After seeing that nothing is around, he puts the gun back and sits down on a rock inside the cave. He pulls out his knife and takes off his hat. He jams the knife into the dirt next to him, placing the hat on the knife. He takes the gun out of his coat and places it next to the knife. He looks out the cave, and it is dark. He wonders if he will find the town, and if Discord was the one hurting the ponies. Starting tomorrow, he will look for the town and won’t stop until he found it. And with that, Hank fell asleep.

In the forest

Hank wakes ups to a sharp pain in his stomach. He grabs his stomach to stop the painful grumble of hunger. He remembers he hasn't eaten in two whole days. He decides to forget about the town and Discord for a while, an focuses on his main target now. Food. Hank grabs his hat and puts it on, along with concealing his gun in his coat. He grabs the knife and yanks it out the dirt. He looks outside, there isn't much light out yet. To Hank's estimation, it looks to be around six in the morning.

Hank walks out of the cave, as he cleans his knife from the dirt on the tip. He puts the knife where it belongs, in his belt in the back. He looks around, trying to spot a source of food. Unfortunately, there is no animal in sight. Hank looks upset, and just walks, continuing the path he was on the before.

A couple minutes of walking, he hears faint sound of someone talking. Hank follows the sound, keeping his head low just in case these things were dangerous. He pulls out his hunting knife and finds the source of the talking. It is Discord, talking to another human!

"I do hope this deal is a sure thing?" Discord says at the human. The human looks at a little bag, and nods in agreement. Hank looks at the pair, still keeping himself out of sight behind a bush. Just then Discord chuckles and disappears. The human looks around and start walking. Hank follows the human, hoping he would lead Hank to the town.

Hank followed the mysterious man until he reaches a familiar sight,  the dirt road. He jumps out from his hiding place, and grabs the other human, bringing him down to his knees. Hank holds the hunting knife on the mans back, pressing it on his spine.

"Who are you? And why are you here?" Hank questions the human, still holding his choke hold on his knees.

"I don't know what you’re talking about" the man trying to pry Hanks arm off his neck. Hank tightens his grip to stop the mans attempt to break free.

"You, aside from me, are the only human who has stepped foot in this strange new world. I saw you talking to that creature back there. I know you're here to kill six 'ponies'. Now start talking or Ill cut a hole in your back and feed you to the wolfs around here!" Hank threatens the man. The man struggles to get Hank off him, but fails. Hank pushes the tip of the knife into the man a bit, causing him to let out a small scream.

"Ok! Ok! I'll tell you! Just stop!" The man screams, and Hank pulls the knife out of him, but still holds in a tight chokehold.

"My name is Micheal! That thing wanted me to kill six 'ponies' here! He payed me in gold coins! There was no way I could say no!" The man lets out, squirming in agony.

"Do you know that these ponies aren't bad people! The creature back there is telling you lies!" Hank tells the man.

"But I need the money! I have a family to feed!" Micheal says, keeping his hands on Hanks arm. Hank looks at Micheal, and releases the man dropping him on the floor. Micheal coughs a bit, as Hanks grip was strong.

"It's people like you that make me sick." Hank says, pulling out his Beretta, and pointing at Micheal.

"I'm afraid I can't let you hurt these innocent creatures." Hank says. Then he pulls the trigger, killing Micheal instantly. Hank puts the gun in the his coat, and picks up the body. Hank takes the body far from the road, and leaves it where Discord was talking to him, as if to say 'here's your killer, and I killed him.'

Hank returns to the dirt road. He looks around and no one is in sight. He walks to Twilight's library, because that is the only place he can remember the path to. After a couple minutes of walking, he spots a pony reading a book on a bench. He walks up to her to ask her where the library was, since his calculations weren't exactly correct.

"Hey!" He shouts at the green pony. The pony looks up at Hank.

"Do you know whe-" Hank is cut off when the pony starts screaming.

"He's here! The murderer is here!" She screams before running. Hank looks around confused, before he begins to backs away from the bench. He continues his path down who knows where, hoping he would eventually reach the library. He walks for a couple of minutes.

Suddenly, two blue ponies with horns, along with the sobbing pony that ran away, appear in front of Hank from around the corner.

“There he is! The one who tried to kill Discord!” The crying green pony yells out. At this point two choices run through Hanks mind. One: stay and fight the two ponies, causing him to pull more attention to himself. Or two: Run from the two ponies and try to find Twilight as quickly as possible. The two blue ponies run towards Hank, and his decision is made.

Hank runs away from the ponies, but is suddenly stopped by a tugging in his arms, pulling him down. He lands on his back, his head facing the blue ponies. He realizes a strange blue-ish light on his hands, and he can’t move them. That only means he has one choice left. As soon as one gets to him, he throws a kick over his head, to the pony. The pony gets smacked on the forehead and falls, causing one of the lights to stop. Hank sees that one arm is free, and uses it to his advantage. He grabs the other pony’s horn, causing the other light to stop. Hank throws the pony forward, and quickly jumps up. He looks at the first pony, who is getting up from the fall, and runs to tackle it. He successfully throws the other down, and picks him up holding him in a chokehold.

“Enough!” Hank yells, still holding the pony in his deathlock. The second pony gets up and looks at Hank, with hate in his eyes.

“I am just trying to find Twilight!” Hank yells out at them. The pony in his arms struggle. Hank notices a crowd gathering around them.

“Let him go!” the second pony says. Hank sees that the crowd gets bigger, and the onlookers are starting to get frightened.

“Why do you want to get me!?” Hank yells out at the second pony. To which the pony just gives him a long stare. Hank pulls out his Beretta and puts it on the first pony’s head. The audience gasps. “Tell me!”

“You know what you did!” the second pony says. Hank looks at the onlookers, trying to spot either Twilight or Pinkie, but has no luck.

“I have not done anything!” Hank says tightening his grip on the pony’s neck. The second pony tries to take a step forward, but stops when he realizes Hank takes a step back, dragging the pony with him.

“Put the weapon down!” the second pony commands. Hank says nothing, still holding the gun positioned on the first pony.

“I’m warning you! Put the weapon down, NOW!” the same pony yells. Hank still firmly holds with firearm on the first pony’s skull.

“Tell me why you’re trying to capture me!” Hank yells back, wanting to know why the two ponies are after him.

“We are here to bring you to jail for attempted murder, and threatening the princess!” the pony yells, scowling. Hank understands the attempted murder part, but threatening the princess? He didn’t know there was a princess here!

“Whoever told you this, it’s all lies!” Hank halfway lies. The second pony ignores this and continues negotiation with him.

“Look, you will be judged by full extent of the law. You will be judged by the princess herself, but if you keep resisting arrest, then we will have to skip the court session and sentence you to the first public execution in a thousand years!” the pony says briefly. Hank looks at the pony and makes up his mind.

Hank let’s go of the first pony, drops to his knees, and puts his hands on his head. The two ponies grab both his hands and puts them behind his back. The second pony magically summons a pair of hoof cuffs (that are also suitable for human hands) and puts them on Hank. Hank gets up and the ponies strip him from his Beretta and his knife. They lead Hank around the corner, to reveal a carriage. They get Hank into the carriage, while they get in front to pull it.

After a while of sitting in the dusted seat, the carriage stops. Hank looks out the window and sees some sort train station. The door opens, and the two ponies tilt their heads to say ‘come out.’ Hank gets out of the carriage, and the two ponies lead him to a cart. Hank gets in the cart and looks around. There were more ponies, only these ponies weren’t like the brightly colored ponies back at the little town. These ponies were slightly darker, and cuffed on their hooves.

Hank sits down on the seat, next to a grey pony with a scar down his eye. He looks at the pony, and slowly shakes his head in disapproval. The pony notices Hank, and turns to look at him, as the train begins to move.

“You’re not from around here are you?” the grey pony asks. Hank looks forward.

“What was your first clue?” Hank says, maintaining a straight face. The pony chuckles, and looks forward as well.

“Probably the hair, but I can’t be too sure.” the pony replies. Hank joins the chuckle.

“What are you in for?” the grey pony asks Hank.

“Attempted murder.” Hank says, returning the scowl upon his face.

“Who was the one you were going to murder?” the grey pony asks.

“Someone named ‘Twilight Sparkle’” Hank replies to the grey pony. The grey pony looks at Hank wide eyed.

“You were going to kill the one that saved us? Are you crazy!?” the grey pony says to Hank. He replies by looking at the pony and raising a brow.

“Saved you?” Hank tells the grey pony. The pony takes a deep breath.

“Pardon me. I need to calm down a bit.” the pony breathes for a while, “Twilight saved us from a shape shifting queen, named Chrysalis. Then she saved us from a draconequus named Discord. Then a kind name Sombra.” Hank recognizes Discords name, making his rage for him grow. The train stops, and a blue pony opens the door.

“Everypony up!” the blue pony says, and everyone gets up, including Hank.

“By the way, the names Grey Camps.” the grey pony whispers to Hank. Hank replies with a nod.

“Everypony out!” the blue pony says, and the line of ponies (and one human) begin to walk out. Hank finds himself in another station, filled with the same type of carriages back at the previous one. He was placed in a carriage separate to Grey. Hank’s carriage starts to head over to an unknown location.

After half an hour of travelling, the door to the carriage opens. Hank is taken out by a white pony this time. The white pony leads Hank out, and once he is out, he sees himself in front of a very large building. This must be the castle. Hank is escorted into the said castle, by the white pony that pulled him out.

Hank is inside, he notices the pony leading navigating him through this colossal palace, holding Hanks two main weapons in a backpack that goes around his waist. The ponies lead him to a huge door, and pushes it open. Inside, he sees a big white pony with wings and a horn, surrounded by smaller white horses holding spears.

The white pony leading Hank stops. The pony signals Hank to stop walking, and he walks over to the big white pony.

“Here is the creature you requested.” the little white pony says.

“Good. Bring him forth to me.” the big white one says. The little one beckons Hank to come. Hank walks over and stops in front of the big one.

“Do not fear me creature. My name is Princess Celestia.”

Answers

“So you’re the one accusing me of trying to kill you.” Hank says looking into Celestia’s eyes.

“No I am not, but a close friend told me you wanted to end my life?” Celestia says seriously. Hank looks a Celestia.

“I have said NO such thing!” Hank raises his voice and puts one foot in. The white ponies in armor point their spears at Hank. He looks around at the ponies, and backs down.

“There is no need for anger, creature. I just wanted to see what you were, and why you are here.” Celestia explains, and Hank looks back at her.

“I was brought to this land by someone named Discord.” Hank says. Celestia raises a brow.

“Discord brought you here? Why?” Celestia asks puzzled.

“He wanted me to kill six ponies ponies here, and I would have done it if the first one didn’t convince me otherwise.” Hank tells the princess.

“And who were these ponies?” Celestia asks Hank, wanting to know why Discord would bring a weird animal to kill, probably some bad ponies.

“Well the one up top was Tw-” Hank is interrupted by a flash on his left side, only to reveal Discord.

“Celestia! That creature is here to kill you!” Discord yells out. Celestia looks at Discord, then at Hank, who is showing an angry expression on his face.

“You.” Hank mutters to himself. He walks to Discord. The white ponies threaten Hank by pointing their spears at him, but he keeps going. Celestia gets up from her seat and watches Hank. The white guards then form an ‘X’ shape with their spears in front of Hank.

“You deceived me, and now you tell the princess I’m trying to kill her!?” Hank yells as he is stopped the spears.

“Please don’t hurt me!” Discord yells out, as he crouches down throwing his arms around his head.

“Back away from the Draconequus!” the princess screams at Hank. Hank looks at Celestia.

“This thing is lying to you! Can’t you see!?” Hank tells Celestia. She looks at Discord, who has his hands over his face. Then she looks at Hank scowling.

“All I see is you threatening one of my subjects. Guards!” Celestia yells out.

“No!” Hank yells as the guards close in. “You have it all wrong! That fucker is lying!” Celestia pays no attention to him. Hank sees he has no choice, but to hurt the ponies. As the armored ponies get closer, Hank looks around for possible exits. The door in which he came in, and a bunch a windows with designs on them.

One of the guards tries to grab Hank, but fails as Hank swiftly counters the attack and pins the pony on the ground. The other guards around Hank jump in. Hank runs towards the direction of where the guard he took down was. Hank saw the bag containing his weapons, and runs in that direction. The guards surround the bag, because they were afraid that if he got his weapons, he could kill the princess right there.

The spears of the guards were pointing at Hank, but he kept running towards them. He jumps over then and gets his bag without a sweat.

He runs towards his only exit now, the window. Hank is unsure how far down the floor is, but he figured it couldn’t be too hard considering he walked a few stairs. He shut his eyes to protect them from the glass, and jumped out. He landed, but the impact caused him to fall. The guards looked down from the window.

Hank got up, his legs a little weak. He looked around for the bag, and found it a couple meters away. He looked at his wrist, they were chafed from the cuffs. Hank walked over to the bag and opened it. Sure enough, his Beretta and knife were both there. He zipped the bag back up and threw it around his shoulder. He looked up at the window, and the guards were gone. He ran away from the area, and tried to find any sign of escape.

After running to what seemed like a half hour, Hank spots a train station. This must be the train station he was brought in from. He hides behind a bench, waiting for the right moment to sneak in. As soon as he saw the right moment, he jumped into the nearest train car. He sat down on a seat next to some rose-colored pony. The brown pony scooted away from him. Hank looked down at the cowering pony.

“Don’t worry, I don’t bite.” Hank assures her. The pony calms down a bit. “I only kill.” The rest of the trip was extremely frightening for the pony as it was humourous for Hank.

The train stops, and Hank gets out. He looks around for any familiar signs to the way back to the library. He starts walking forward, still holding the bag. He looks around the town, and notices that the ponies are backing away in fear. He ignores the stares as he continues.

After an hour of aimless walking, and ponies running away when he tried to ask for help, he finally finds what he was looking for. He walked up to the door and knocked. He looked around and knocks again. There is no answer. He looks around and backs away from the door. He puts the bag on the ground, and zips it open. He pulls the Beretta and knife out, and puts them in his coat. The door suddenly opens, and Hank looks in to find the small purple reptile.

“Is Twilight here? I need to speak with her." Hank asks Spike.

"No. She left with you to see Pinkie Pie about a couple hours ago. Don't you remember?" Spike explains to him, raising a brow. Hank thinks for a while. Twilight hasn't returned from this 'Pinkie Pie's place, so he should try looking for her there.

"Where does Pinkie Pie live?" Hank asks Spike.

"SugarCube Corner. Straight that way." Spike says pointing down the road. Hank is about to walk off, until the little lizard started speaking.

"Would you like to wait here for her?" Spike suggests. Hank thinks for a while. It might be best for Hank not to wander around the town, considering they might be looking for him.

Hank walks in the house. Once inside, he sits down on the nearest chair. Spike goes upstairs, leaving Hank downstairs. After a while, there was a knock.

"I'll get it!" Spike yells, and runs down the stairs towards the door. Spike opens the door and a rainbow maine pony is standing there.

"Heya Spike! Where Twi? I haven't seen her all day." The blue pony says. Hank looks over and sees the pony. As well as vice versa.

"Spike watch out!" The blue pony says, and darts over to Hank. Hank didn't expect it so he had no counters at the time. The blue pony pins him down, and scowls at him.

"I got you! You won't be killing the princess anymore!" The blue pony shouts down at Hank. Hank replies with an angry expression.

"I am not trying to kill anyone!" Hank scream at her, trying to break free. The blue pony's grip was on tight.

"Rainbow Dash! Let him go!" A familiar voice comes from the door. Both the blue pony and Hank look over to the door. Twilight stands there, with Pinkie at her side.

"No! He wants to kill Celestia!" The assumed 'Rainbow Dash' says, glaring daggers down at Hank. Twilight looks wide eyed at him.

"Is- Is this true David?" Twilight asks Hank, looking worried.

"You think that if I wanted to kill Celestia, I would've done it already?" Hank seriously says to Twilight.

"Maybe she got away!" Rainbow tells Hank. He looks at her.

"Get off me." Hank says with a stern look. Rainbow stares him down.

"Make me." She says, tightening her grip. Hank puts his knees under the pony, and pushes her off to the side. Before she can get up, he wraps the chain from his cuffs on her neck.

"Hey! Let me go!" Rainbow yells at Hank, struggling to break free.

"Make me!" Hank says to the fidgeting pony beneath him.

"If you don't get off me, I will-"

"Rainbow Dash, stop talking! You clearly don't know what this creature is capable of doing!" Twilight sternly tells Rainbow. Rainbow thinks for a moment.

"No! If this creature wants to hurt Celestia, it'll have to go through me!" Rainbow points out.

"I already told you. I'm not trying to hurt anyone!" Hank yells at Rainbow.

Suddenly, the sound of angry screaming comes from the outside. Hank and Rainbow look over to Twilight, who peeks out the door. Hank doesn't let go of Rainbow, and Twilight looks back at Hank with worried eyes.

"We want the murderer!" a cry from the outside is heard.

"We want justice!"

"We want the creature!"

Hank realizes the angry mob outside wants him.

"David, you need to leave." Twilight tells Hank, while Rainbow is still below him. He lets go of Rainbow, and checks to make sure all his weapons are in place. Twilight uses her magical aurora to uncuff Hank. He rubs his wrists in relief. Rainbow gets up, and gets in a defensive position protecting Twilight.

"Stop helping him, can't you see he's bad!" Rainbow scolds Twilight. Twilight ignores her outburst.

"Try going to where you came from. Discord probably brought you here in a secluded place where no pony can see you." Twilight suggests. Hank nods and heads out through the upstairs window, so that no one would see him. He jumps out.

Hank lands and runs straight for the forest. He knows where it is now since he came from there twice. As he runs he looks back to see the crowd of mad ponies enter Twilight's house.

After a while of running he meets the forest and enters. Hank looks at the sky. It was getting dark, and the pain in his stomach returned. The pain was more fierce then anytime before. If Hank was going to find a solution to his problem, then he is going to need his strength.

Hank was deep in the forest, and it was already dark. He decided it would be best to atleast try to get some sleep, and search for sustanance tomorrow. He walk around and spotted a small cave. He walked in, took his hat off, and placed his weapons in reach next to him. Tomorrow he would find food no matter what, because he cannot go any longer without it. He sat down, and nodded off to sleep.

Cooperation

Hank wakes up at the first sight of daylight. He rubs his eyes and reaches for his things. He grabs his hat, but can’t seem to find his knife. He looks over and both knife and gun are nowhere to be found.

“No no no NO!” Hank mutters to no one in particular. He quickly gets up and scans the floor for his weapons. Nothing.

“Grey,” Hank growls to himself. He runs out of the cave, putting his fedora on, and finds himself with the grey coated pony in front of a fire. Next to Grey, there was Hanks pistol along with a blood stained knife. Grey turns to see Hank, who stood there puzzled.

“Ah hello there David. Hope you don’t mind but I borrowed your things here to catch us some food. Sit down, relax.” Grey tells Hank. Hank slowly walks over and smelled the delicious aroma of cooked meat. His stomach pain returned begging for food. He walked over to the log Grey was seated on.

“Here ya go.” Grey says as he hands over a roasted rabbit on a stick to Hank. Hank savored this moment with an evil smile as he takes a big bite out of the dead animal.

“You wouldn’t believe how hard it was catching these bastards in the dark.” Grey points out, as he to savors his dead rabbit.

“I bet it was difficult. By the way, why are you trying to get out of town.” Hank asks Grey as he turns to look at him.

“Same reason as you, to get away from the guards.” Grey says in a matter-of-factly tone. Hank looks back his breakfast, and takes another bite.

“I’m not trying to get out of town. It’s the opposite, I’m trying to get back in.” Hank points out. Grey raises a brow.

“Why?” Grey asks, chewing on a piece of meat.

“I’m going to kill Discord.” Hank says, scowling. Grey chokes on the piece of he was eating, and turns to him wide eyed.

“You’re going to what!?” Grey screams. Hank gets up, picking the last of the meat off the stick.

“You heard me.” Hank replies as he picked up his weapons off the ground. Grey gets up along with Hank.

“You just keep getting crazier do you?” Grey tells Hank. Hank looks down on the pony as he puts his weapons in his coat.

“Discord wanted a fight, and he’s gonna get one.” Hank says as he sets his sight for the direction of the sun.

“He’s reformed now, David. He promised he wouldn’t do anymore bad things.” Grey explains to Hank.

“Apparently not, since he was the one who tried to make me kill Twilight.” Hank began walking. Grey stood where he was, confused.

“He was the one that tried to make you kill her?” Grey asks Hank sternly.

“Yes, and now I’m going back to town to kill him.” Hank says.

“But aren’t you worried they’ll catch you before you get to him?” Grey asks. The question Grey asked made Hank stop to turn and look at him.

“Who?” Hank asks raising a brow.

“Everyone. Celestia ordered a nationwide search for you.” Grey explains. Hank punches a nearby tree in anger.

“Fuck!” Hank shouts, resting his elbow on the tree. “There has to be a way to get to him.”

“Not only that, but some ponies out there aren’t thinking about just capturing you. They want to kill you. All because you threatened the princess.” Grey sits down on the log.

“I didn’t threaten ANYONE!” Hank screams angrily, and closes in on Grey. Grey throws his hooves up in slight fear.

“Woah, then. Don’t release your anger on me.” Grey says. Hank takes a deep breath.

“Ok, ok. I have to think of a way back into town.” Hank says holding his, still leaning on the tree with his elbow.

“Why not come with me?” Grey suggests. Hank looks over to him.

“Where you headed?” Hank asks.

"I'm thinking appleoosa, or maybe manehatten. But my cousins are in-"

"Not interested." Hank stops Grey, and looks back down the tree. "Unless you're going back into town, then I won't go with you."

"But why? Why go back to that piece of crap people call a town?" Grey asks, receiving the same answer as before.

"Because I won't quit until that Discord is laying dead by my bullet." Hank parts from the tree, and starts walking the direction he was headed before. Grey starts following him.

"Oh come on now. You're going against the god of chaos! What make you think you have a chance?" Grey asks. Hank keeps walking and pulls out his Beretta and shows it to Grey.

"I don't think he'll have one of these, and I doubt he even knows how to handle one." Hank assumes.

"That form of weaponry has been banned for over hundreds of years now! Where did you even get one?" Grey asks raising a brow at Hank.

"This was given to me by my mentor." Hank holds the chamber of the pistol, and strokes it. "He gave it to me saying that I should carry it around for protection."

"Protection, eh? Not going around killing ponies?" Grey says in a ironic tone.

"Look, I can use this weapon in any form I want. Now either you stop trying to stop me, or help me take Discord down." Hank proclaims as they both stop to face each other.

Grey rubs his chin for a while, thinking on his next decision. Until finally, Grey made up his mind, with an evil grin on his face. "It's not everyday you get to kill a god, so why not now?"

Hank joins in with his own grin, and they shake hands (hooves).

"Now then, are we going to stay here and continue chatting. Or are we going to go and show Discord the meaning of death?" Grey asks, prepared to take on a challenge. Hank nods as they continue walking the way they previously were.

After a while, Hank reaches the a familiar sight he had gotten used to. They have reached the dirt road.

Skeletons in the Closet

Hank and Grey crouch behind a bush, and watched out for anyone.

"We can't go in detected." Grey says, scanning the area for ponies.

"You could, I can't." Hank points out.

"No, I can't. I escaped from their 'high tech' prison. Crummy guards might be looking all over for me." Grey says as Hank turns to look at him.

"What were you in for?" Hank asks, and Grey begins to grin evilly.

"Lets just say, that after being in four wars, I have a thirst that cannot be quenched." Grey rubs his hooves to the thought.

"Murder?" Hank asks as he raises a brow.

"Precisely. I am wanted in seven different towns, including this one." Grey points out. They both continue watching out for entry.

"Ok there!" Grey points at a carriage. Hank looks over to the carriage Grey was pointing at. "We'll hijack that. Then we'll hitch a ride over to the train station. Then we'll head over to Canterlot, find a way into the castle, and end Discord on the spot. We'll have to sneak into the castle if we're going to ki-"

"Ok shut up." Hank interrupts Grey in the middle of his plan. "First off, we're not going to Discord. We're going to find Twilight."

"Why Twilight?" Grey asks baffled. Hank turns to look at Grey.

"Because Twilight is studying under the princess. If anything, she'll know how to navigate her way inside the castle." Hank points out. "Besides now that I think about it, she asked me not to kill him."

"Then why are you going to kill him again?" Grey asks scratching his head. Hank thinks, looking for an answer.

"Ok maybe I won't, but Discord brought me here so he is the one who is going to take me back." Hank looks forward, once again scanning the area.

"Back where?" Grey curiously asks.

"To my home. Back on earth, because I'm assuming this isn't it." Hank says.

"Ok. So how are we getting to Twilight?" The question makes Hank look around with more attention.

"There." Hank points at a bush behind a house. "We'll move behind houses, through backyards and such, until we reach Twilight."

"Sounds good to me." Grey replies with a nod.

Hank looks around, and sees that no one is around. That was his chance. He swiftly made his way behind a house, and into some bushes as Grey maintains his position. After he reaches his destination, he signals Grey that it is ok to move. Grey looks both ways, then follows Hank behind the house.

"What now?" Grey asks.

"Ssh!" Hank crouches downs even lower, and so does Grey. Hank points over to a direction, and Grey sees two ponies walking down the road. As soon as they left, Hank arose and made a quick dash to the next house. Once he got there, he signaled Grey to move.

Grey threw his hands around. Hank raised a brow, and beckoned him even more. Grey then pointed to his right, and Hank looked. There was the cyan pony dashing for him. Hank didn't realize the pony was coming until she had already tackled him down. He recognized the pony by his encounter back at the library.

"Thought you could sneak past me, did you?" The cyan pony said with pride. Just then, Hank used the same technique as before to get her off of him, but failed.

"That doesn't work twice!" Rainbow Dash said. Hank struggled, but had no chance of escaping her that time. She caught him, and she could do whatever she wanted to him now.

"Alright. You got me. What do you want?" Hank asked.

"I want you to leave Ponyville, and don't come back!" She demanded, raising her voice by every word. There was a silence between the two for a while.

"You don't understand! Twilight is in trouble! Discord is trying to-"

"Stop trying to trick me! I know what you're trying to do, and I'm going to stop you!" The cyan pegasus interrupted. Once again, the silence occurred.

Suddenly a loud 'thwack' came from behind Rainbow Dash, and she landed on Hank's chest. Rainbow Dash was unconscious. Hank looked over to the source of the mystery sound, only to find Grey standing there with a wooden plank and a crooked smile on his face.

"Aww. Looks like you're friend here decided to die in the middle of your conversation." Grey said with a sinister chuckle.

"She's not dead. She is still breathing." Hank reassured, getting up from the ground, and dusting himself off.

"Well then my job here isn't done." Grey said raising the plank over his head.

"No! Don't kill her!" Hank yelled, raising a hand. Grey lowered his weapon.

"So what are we supposed to do with her?" Grey impatiently asked. Hank thought for a while, before coming up with a plan.

"We'll take her to Twilight. She'll know what to do." Hank said, picking up Rainbow's limp body.

"Alright then. I guess that will wor-"

"Rainbow Dash?" A mysterious child-like voice emitted. Both Hank and Grey looked over to the direction of the voice. It was a small green pony with a blue mane.

"Hey there kid. How long have you been standing there?" Grey began. "You didn't see anything, did you?" The small colt looked at Rainbow Dash, then at Grey's wooden plank, then at Hank. Hank realized that the little foal was putting in the pieces to this puzzle.

"Listen kid. Rainbow Dash here was just sleeping in your backyard, and we decided to take her home." Hank tried to explain. Just then, the foal's assumed mother came into the picture.

"Star? Are you out he- Oh my Celestia!" The presumed mother yelled out. "You're the one who escaped and is trying to kill the princess!" She then looked at the body of Rainbow Dash. "And now you killed Rainbow Dash!"

"No! You got it all wrong! I was ju-"

"Help! Somepony help us!" She yelled out.

"David! Now would be the time to get the hell out of here!" Grey yelled out. At that, they both sprinted out of the backyard, and into the road. They were stopped by a group of ponies in front. They tried running back the way they came, but was halted by yet another group of angry ponies.

Hank and Grey were surrounded. Hank shuffled Rainbow's body around so that he may be more comfortable, but kept his eyes fixed on the circle of angry ponies around. They started closing in.

"Look! He killed Rainbow Dash!" Someone from the crowd yelled.

"She isn't dead!" Hank yelled back, trying to keep the situation under control.

"Stay back! Not a single step further!" Grey swung his wooden plank at the mob to keep them in a distance, but the mob continued closing in. Hank knew that wouldn't get out of this, and he couldn't hurt them. That would only make things worse.

Hank only had two options in this. Either he would turn himself in again, and him and Grey would be sent to Celestia which he could try to convince her that he isn't a bad guy. Or, he would stand his ground, try to find a way out of this circle with Grey, and continue his search for Twilight.

If he turns himself in, he would risk public execution. If he fought his way out, he would worsen his chances with the ponies trust, and if he manages to get caught again, then the public execution would be a sure thing.

Hank thought it through. Then his final decision was made.

Cancelled

Because I have lost all interest in this story.

Midnight

Hank awoke by mysterious footsteps running by him. He grabbed his Beretta and walked out the cave. He saw a figure zip past a couple trees, getting closer to the cave. The figure ran towards the cave, and Hank pointed the gun at it, prepared to shoot it. He then realized that the figure was horse shaped, so it must be some pony. He lowered the Beretta as the pony figure closed in. He put the firearm in his coat, and prepared himself for a catch. At last, the figure was getting past him. Hank tackled the figure and held it down.

"Hey! Get off me you filthy animal!" The figure screamed in anger. The voice seemed really familiar to Hank. He was sure he heard it somewhere before.

"Who are you?" Hank asks the figure.

"I'll tell you nothing!... Hold on." The figure takes a quick look at Hank, and then recognizes him.

"Why hello! Fancy seeing you here!" The figure tells Hank in content. Hank raises a brow at the pony. Then it hits him, and he grins at him.

"Grey Camps. What brings you here?" Hank lets go of the grey pony, and Grey gets up.

"We'll I was on my way out of town. Until I was stopped by a certain bipedal creature." Grey explains, "By the way, I didn't catch your name."

"David." Hank says, using his false name. He leads Grey into the cave he was camping out in.

"You can stay here if you want. You can continue your trip tomorrow." Hank suggests to him. Grey accepted the invitation, and lied down on the opposite side of the cave to Hank.

Hank removed the pistol out of his coat and placed it where it previously was, and lied down next his things. Grey had already knocked out, as he was snoring. Hank relaxed on his spot, and soon he fell back to sleep.