Fate Chapter 5: Shit Hit the Fan

So I told the story of what happened to Twilight and here's how it went down I guess:

I grabbed my gun out of my bag and sheathed it to my left back leg and drew it before I went down the stairs, well more hovered down the stairs for stealth reasons I guess. Anyway I basically crawled through the room with the gun in my mouth as I saw fire from the explosion engulf the doorway while the head honcho was barking commands at his ponies. I silenced my gun and shot him between the eyes, unfortunately I was spotted so I went loud and fired some more. There was one small problem though, they had fucking MACHINE GUNS, not some dinky smg no, RP FUCKING D'S! (Pardon my language) So I had to duck for cover while thinking to myself fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK! As I popped up and fired at them with my pistol, hitting 2 of them, but getting hit twice in the side by a fourth guncolt, and I turned around and fired the rest of my clip into him before going back upstairs.

"And that's how we got to where we are now" I said ending the story. I knew it wasn't the most descriptive but it explained how shit hit the fan.

"Well that's a mighty intrestin' story ya tell" Applejack told me after I told her the story. "Well, it's not the most pleasant but hey it's my account as the only one still alive, I say what goes. Just then the power went out, again again. "These guys just don't know how to give up" I said reaching into my bag with my magic and applied my hidden blades.

It was about five minutes before I got the strength to heal myself and get up. All I can say is that using hidden blades while on four legs is really difficult but I had to it, lives depended on it. So I sneaked around a little and the worse-case scenario hit me, all my friends were gone, g o n e, GONE!

I knew that shit just got real so I pulled my hoodie out of my bag, grabbed said bag, and continued on my way in the direct sunlight and heat of an Equestria Summer. I ran into the slightly burned out library and grabbed the rest of my stuff that I took out of my bag and ran out.

I now had a double belt of throwing knives strapped to my back and a sword under my hoodie next to my dual wield pistols and shotgun. Overkill you say? I've been through this drill so many times I grab these things by instinct. The only one of my friends not taken was Spike.

"Come on, I'm a good fighter" he begged to me to get to come along. "No means no Spike, and besides, I've got a bone to pick with these idiots, and I'd prefer to avoid any unnecessary deaths/injuries along the way" I said checking to make sure I had extra knives and ammo "besides, I'm packing enough heat to kill Princess Celestia and all her guards, think I can handle myself" I said before pulling up my hood and walking out the door, leaving Spike with a worried look on his face and a glint of fear in his eye.

I made my way to the Everfree Forest as fast as I could while drawing as little attention as possible, which was really hard considering I was wearing a hoodie with the hood up, dual hidden blades and a mask that had become my signature look, a hat and bandana covering ¾ of my head.

As I reached the forest I lowered my hood, drew my shotgun and walked inside, keeping my gun at the ready. Even though I had four legs, I had been so used to walking on two that I figured out how to balance myself and walk like a human unfortunately, so did the RASP agents.

I cursed under my breath when I came across a fence that was clearly electric and I knew I had reached my destination. Pulling my hood back up and cutting the fence with my hidden blade, even though it was electrocuted, I covered it in a protective coating to be able to withstand electric shock of any kind. So I cut open the fence and crawled through, standing up and drawing my pistols, my better weapons and running up to the buildings wall and started climbing.

When I reached the top I found a sunroof and let all hell break loose. But that's a story for next chapter.

Sorry if these chapters seem a little short, I've had school work and writers block up the wazoo and it isn't fun