Chapter 2
I started today, the mission. I hacked the security cameras, so now I see everything, on my watch. No one will know I'm there. I'm in my black suit, the one that covers my bright pink color to transform into dark black. I died my mane and tail black, I'm the sky at night that doesn't light up from the moonlight or stars, the part you can't see past because of how dark it is.
I'm in the front of the building, hiding in this bush. It isn't very comfortable, the leaves are surprisingly sharp- digging into my leg as if it were a knife. I suck it up and keep focused.
I waited until some pony walked out the doors so I can continue my mission, quickly. Sadly, the brainless rats took four hours. FOUR. By the time some pony did walk out, my leg had already lost gallons of blood. Thanks, so much for cooperating, white village.
I silently ran through the door to get inside to continue.
I glanced at my watch to see up ahead- gaurds.
I ran, and ran, and ran to the gaurds. Well now I'm the stupid one. Why do I always fail?
I didn't check for lasers, why? Because, I'm mysteria, I have to do something wrong- to mix it up.
The alarm blared my eardrum out of my ear, I'm surprised I can still hear.
So the guards caught me, tied me up, blah blah blah- I think you get the point. I'm captured.
The first man spoke,
"So... What were you doing, in the white village, dressed like that?" His voice sounded like he already knew the answer.
I look up at him in tears, acting like an innecont child,
"I-I didn't do anything! I know what this looks like, but, please- my mom hates me and I dressed like this to sneak out of the house and play with my daddy! He works here! Don't hurt me!"
I finished my lie, ready to answer their next question.
"Who's your dad, kid?" The second man asked- gentle.
"The mayor." I sniffed, smiling inside but giving more tears on the outside.
The gaurds untied me and brought me to the mayor. Stupid stallions.
When I saw the mayor was alone, and no one else was in the room except for the two gaurds, I stop at the door. Right in front of it.
Before any pony could knock on the door I took them out. Covering their mouths and injecting them with a drug to make you sleep for eight hours.
Then I open the door, only to be staring at an empty desk, and fall. To the floor.
