The Raven
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This is my first Fanfiction, and it'll be based around the My Little Pony universe. Please give any reviews, as they'll be greatly appreciated.
Chapter 1 - A desperate situation.
Sweetie sat in a dark, grimy and eerie chamber, struggling from the large, tight ropes that bound her to a tough steel chair. A fierce tyrant stood facing her, staring right into her scared young eyes. Occasionally, she would yell "What do you want from me?!"
Unfortunately, she would receive a startling set of stares from the Princess' subjects. Every time, the petrified girl would explode into tears. She was drenched with sweat by the scorching temperatures; not too far from being cooked in a steel oven.
The pink haired teen saw a slim, distinguished man, with long hair and a ripped, muscular body. He held a sawn off shotgun, in a very unsettling manner. The helpless victim squirmed in horror, worried on whether she would ever see outer Equestria again. The minacious figure took aim, with dead accuracy. He took an extensive breath, shortly followed with a swift pull of both triggers.
The large, extravagant crowd were bewildered; shocked as a lifeless, vacant figure lay on the searing concrete floor. The 12 gauge buckshot causing a gaping wound; blood gushing out of the immobile body. Before the cruel and twisted audience could even think, the hitman fully untied Sweetie, whose, usually immaculate, cardigan, shirt and skirt were worn, scruffy and drenched with copious amounts sweat. The once flabbergasted audience became enraged. Sombra grabbed the girls arm, pulling her viscously.
"We are LEAVING!" Sombra boomed.
They bolted out of the chamber; Sombra desperately trying to buy valuable time. They took temporary refuge behind a weak, damaged barricade. From blind rage, the naïve collection of armed subjects bolted past the makeshift shelter.
Knowing that they had both gained indispensable seconds, Sombra reloaded his sawn off shotgun, ensuring that he picked the best possible buckshot. He handed a machine pistol to a panicked Sweetie Belle; setting the pistol's fire type to semi-automatic. Nervous over the recoil of the gun, he turned to her, and exclaimed in a serious tone, "for the love of fucking God, keep it to semi! Don't fire unless you have to!"
Slowly and quietly, trying to avoid detection by the intimidating crowd, they headed towards the dungeons, keeping themselves armed, ready for any potential combat. They managed to exit the large torture chambers undetected, but as soon as the pair entered the main dungeons, they were hit with a massive, and yet terrible, surprised.
Equestria's dungeons were not as low-tech or as insecure as the torturing chambers. The entire prison was made out stainless steel, with heavy and robust doors to the minimal cells. The Royal Guards were patrolling the maximum security complex. They were dressed in fine, blue and gold silk robes; the country's crest displayed proudly and prominently. The helmets were made of gold alloy, with built in, sophisticated communication devices. To top it off, the Royal Guards were armed with SX7 bullpup marksman rifles. Its high calibre 2 round burst could take out a heavily armoured soldier, let alone a teenage schoolgirl in a shirt, cardigan, and skirt.
"Follow my lead, cover me when I'm reloading," Sombra spoke in a serious tone, "I want you out alive."
The slim man readied his shotgun; Sweetie followed him closely, with her Uzi equipped, prepared for any guards who tried to attack. Cooped towards the metallic wall, Sombra was already aiming at one of the guards. A small trigger pull causing a deafening sound, and a substantial wound in the patroller, the Guards clearly heard this gunshot! "Oi! You fucking bastard!" Flash screamed, causing the guards to move towards him.
In a panic, Sweetie dashed and hid behind one of the prison tables. The guards took aim at Sombra, repeatedly questioning him over where Sweetie went. Behind the table, the young female targeted the Guards, cleverly planning on how she could take out each and every threat. She was thinking of how, swiftly and carefully, she could move the gun's aim between each cycle. She took 5 rapid shots, each shot making a clean kill. She stood back up, assessing the newly created bloodbath. She took a fully loaded SX7, inspecting the shell ejection port and ensuring that the extra 2 magazines were full. Satisfied with her choice of weapon, she gave the Uzi back to Sombra, she spoke sweetly, "You are really struggling with that shotgun! I might as well give you something that doesn't require a reload after every shot."
Sombra was slightly concerned about his partner's selection, he warned her, "That gun might be too powerful for you las, just be careful!"
After advising each other over their gun choices, they walked up the bloody stairs that lead to the dungeon's cafeteria. They were getting closer to the exit!