//------------------------------// // Chapter 6 // Story: An Assassins Change // by ChillaxBrony //------------------------------// An Assassins Change Chap 6 “So let me get this straight. You, and four of your other friends all got your cutie marks when Rainbow Dash created a sonic rainboom?” Metalhoof questioned. His right eyebrow formed into a sharp angle. “Basically. I mean if she hadn’t then maybe my cutie mark would’ve been something different or I might’ve found out my talent in a different way.” Fluttershy explained. She paused for a minute. Metalhoof was also blanking out and entered his own realm. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Damnit Metalhoof. Why in the fuck would you go off and... ‘experiment’ with these animals?” Metalhoof’s father yelled in question. There was a pause between the two. “And now look. Your fucking cutie mark is a skull with a knife through it and what?” His father was flinging his legs around like crazy. “That scroll right in the jaw is your knowledge of the body?” “Y-y-yes s-sir.” Metalhoof was crying a bit. His father was both mad and disappointed in him. “Son... I don’t even know what to do with you anymore.” The father looked down and sighed in grief. “What would your mother think huh?” His father chuckled with a hint of disbelief and raised his head. “Metalhoof...” Metalhoof still didn’t look up. ‘Crap. He just used my real name. I’m in deep now.’ “Yes daddy?” “I don’t know what I’ll do with you. You always have this interest in cutting things open. You know absolutely everything about what inside each and every pony. And you always find a way to disobey me.” Metals father turned around and faced his room. “Look at us. We’re metalworkers. Not surgeons or born killers.” The front door opens. “Dearies I’m home!” Metalhoofs mother called. The father had went too meet with his wife. “Honey, Metalhoof has earned his cutie mark.” His eyes held a worried expression. A giant smile rushed across the mothers face. “Oh boy, let momma see!” Metalhoof raised himself and twisted his body to show his cutie mark. “Oh!” She said surprised. She had not expected such a different cutie mark from what the family had. She took a close look at her sons mark. “Well... it’s very ‘Unique’.” Metalhoof sighed. “Just say it will ya?” There was a brief but lingering pause. “Dad’s already called me out on it.” Metalhoof looked down and sighed again, for the possibly millionth time this day. “Well... I’m not saying it’s bad but... Just don’t your abilities get out of hoof, understand?” His mother said with a kind voice. Though she wasn’t exactly happy with it, she was still proud her son found his special talent. *TIME FLASHES FORWARD 10 YEARS* Metalhoof stared at what he had just done. He had just murdered an innocent pony. Blood pouring out of the lifeless body that was just sliced open, the jugular was draining gallons a minute. Multiple gashes spread across the neck, and each had a rough inside rupture. Metalhoof kept staring at the lifeless figure. He stepped back a pace and dropped his jaw. “No... No. No damnit. No!” He yelled but nopony heard him. Both lucky and unlucky for him. Good he wasn’t heard. Bad that he had just committed murder. *TIME AGAIN FLASHES. ONLY BY 1 HOUR* “Well done. Well done indeed.” His contractor said with a sinister smile. He leaned back and magically lifted the cigar away from his mouth. “Now. Want more?” “Just one. I need the money for the holidays.” Metalhoof explained. “Good.” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Something was brushing Metalhoofs face. He lifted his hoof too meet it. Feeling the hoof he turned his head too the figure. “Metalhoof. You okay?” Fluttershy asked, her eyes in genuine curiosity and concern for her new friend (and crush). Metalhoof didn’t answer. His mind was still processing what was going on in the outside world. “Huh?” His eyes widened. “Oh yeah... just.” He looked down, gently moving Fluttershy’s hoof away. “... Peachy keen.” His past had finally caught with him. The one thing that had kept him from living the one life he wanted. Even though being an assassin had its perks and great rewards, the past was something that held him captive too the vines and suction cups of slaughtering ponies that were wanted dead by others. Fluttershy kept looking at him in concern. She knew nothing of this ponies past nor did she really even know who he really was. But she had too try too ease some of the pain down. Metalhoof on the other hoof was switching between lives. His mind juggling the hundreds of thousands of memories that he had accumulated over his life. The outside world, he appeared too just be broken but had the facial expression of being just bored out of his mind. Fluttershy acted quickly. She embraced Metalhoof in a tight hug. He didn’t budge. “Metalhoof?” She cried softly. *No response.* ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Metalhoofs first day in anatomy. He sat there, at his desk, impatiently shifting around. The teacher entered the room. “Hello students! My name is Mr. Mohs.” He greeted while writing his name on the board. “Hello Mr. Mohs”. The class chanted back. “Ah. Well it seems I have a well institutionalized class this year.” Mr. (or Dr.) Mohs smiled and leaned against his desk. “Well I’ll begin introductions.” He got up and moved to the front of the class. “As you know, I’m Mr. Mohs. You may also call me Dr. Mohs if you like. And lets begin with music shall we. I like some good ol’ fashioned classical music. You know like Mozart or Lindsey Stirling. Even though she is more modern and classical.” Dr. Mohs scanned the room too see if there was anypony not paying attention. He didn’t see anypony drifting away. ‘very good’ he thought. “Now lets move onto the rest of the class.” He picked up a clipboard. “Lets begin with you Metalhoof.” Metalhoof rose. “Hello, I’m Metalhoof.” “Hi Metalhoof”. The class responded kindly. “Umm.. I’m not too sure about what kind of music I like specifically but I guess a range of anything really best describes it,” He explained in the best words that popped right into his young mind. Dr. Mohs smiled “Well I think that can just about match the rest of the class.” He chuckled. “You may have your seat now.” And so Metalhoof proceeded too sit. *Time flashes forward 40 minutes* The entire class period so far had consisted of ponies telling their favorite bands, foods, spare-time activities, families, pets, and why they decided too take the class. Once the last answer was spoken Dr. Mohs rose up from leaning on his desk and trotted too the center of the front of the classroom, or “laboratory” as he called it. “Well then everypony. I hope you have found some common ground with your new classmates.” The class agreed with a few nods. “Good. Now since we only have... say thirty minutes of class left. Chit chat and create commotion with hopefully some new friends and neighbors.” The entire class shifted, each pony finding a face to talk with. Mohs smiled. “Don’t chat just yet.” A loud ‘aww” sounded from every student. Except Metalhoof. Mohs chuckled lightly. “Well, near the last, say ten minutes of class, I’ll be passing out the years schedule. No dates but just a list of the units we will review and go over.” Mohs paused. “And for you fun ones. There is also a list of animals that we will be splicing open.” The majority of girls ‘eww’d’, while guys high hoofed and cheered. “And don’t forget, there will also be a final at the end of this semester. And only the top student of the class may have the privilege of going with me on a field trip.” He announced. “Now you may talk.” He sat down behind his desk as he made the final announcement. Then everypony talked and chatted among the fellow classmates. Metalhoof on the other hand was curious about the semester final and the field trip. He trotted up too the teachers desk. “Excuse me.” Metalhoof said politely. “Yes my young pupil.” “Are you going to tell about the field trip at the end of class or is a secret?” Metalhoof asked secretly. “Oh. Aren’t you the curious one. Well it is a secret my young pupil.” Dr. Mohs whispered silently. Metalhoof pulled up a chair. “Well this year. We’re going too visit a convention of sorts.” He again whispered as silently as he could. Metalhoof leaned in closer. “So at this convention, me and my fellow colleagues are going too put our greatest students too the test. Last year didn’t go so well. Ol’ Gibbons got me beat pretty bad.” Mohs smiled jokingly. Clearly he had many friends. “But this year, I see amazing potential too win.” “But what’s the challenge this year?” Metalhoof asked gently but genuinely curious. “Well Sir Morgagni has decided that this year, the best student of each teacher’s class will perform a diagnostic on a body that will be given too us from the local morgue.” Mohs explained. Metalhoofs eyes shot open. ‘I’m gonna the best student. Evar!’ “Oh my. It’s almost time too go.” Dr. Mohs rose from behind his desk. “Alright students!” Then each student swivelled their heads too see Dr. Mohs. “Here are your schedules for the year.” Again every student “awwd”. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Metalhoof? Please wake up.” Fluttershy cried. Metalhoof had fallen asleep on the couch and was stone cold. Fluttershy had snuggled up too him a bit. “Metalhoof. C’mon wake up.” She again cried. Metalhoof was still dreaming but the dreams kept growing blacker and blacker. After a few minutes, a light had shone through it all. Eventually he had awoken to him sleeping on a couch and a figure snuggled up too him. He didn’t move but he felt... tears? He looked down. “Oh. Hey Fluttershy.” He said softly. His voice perked up her ears. “MetalHoof! You’re awake. Oh gosh I thought I had almost lost you.” She hugged him deeply. He returned it kindly. “Umm.. Okay.” Metalhoof chuckled. Time slowed once again. Fluttershy raised her head and Metalhoof looked down. The two stared into each other. ‘No. Metalhoof. This isn’t right you just met her.’ His mind exclaimed. “So? She beautiful and kind. Do it man. Just do it. Or I’ll call you a wimp.” Metalhoof didn’t want too be called a wimp by himself. ‘Fluttershy don’t do it.’ Her mind crawled into life. ‘You met him only a few days ago and now, you want too be with him?’ “Yes” Her heart confirmed aloud. The two came closer. Muzzles almost touching. *SLAM!* The front door had shot open. In the doorway was a gray pegasus mare with blonde mane and tail. With bubbles for a cutie mark. She held a portable cannon in her left hoof. She was also standing on her hind legs. “Ditzy.. Um.. What are doing here?” Fluttershy shied. The cannon had a giant muffin in the barrel. Ditzy raised the weapon and took aim. Fluttershy scurried away. “EAT MUFFINS BEEEEEEYUUUTCH!!!!” Ditzy pronounced and fired at Metalhoof. He was unlucky enough too get hit right in the ball sac. Poor man he is. Metalhoof also flew out the window, his body soaring into the Everfree forest. Ditzy lowered the portable cannon. “All clear ma’am.”. And she took off.