Floyd ran through the town, passing debris and the bodes of the deceased. Screams and smoke filled the air along with the smell of smoke and waste. He looked around.

"Where can I find Twilight, maybe she knows whats going on." He muttered to himself. Twilight was no doubt his favorite pony, and to think if she was caught... or worse. Floyd shook his head, expelling the thought from and out of his mind. Suddenly there was a small tug on his leg.

"Sir, please, you gotta help!" Spike fell to his little dragon knees. Bruises covered his small body while dried up blood surrounded his nostrils.

"Spike.." Floyd picked him up, "What happened?"

"Some phsyco busted the door in and grabbed Twilight, I tried to stop him but he smacked me and threw me out the window.." Spike wiped tears from his eyes.

Floyds anger rose, along with his desire to shed blood.

"Wheres Twilight?" Floyd watched as spike pointed to a small house in the distance. There was an angry crowd outside of it.

"Hop in." He ordered as Spike climbed in his backpack. Spike popped his head out for a second.

"Im so glad your not insane." He smiled, then zipped up the backpack. Floyd gripped his shotgun as he ran into the distance. This didnt look good at all. He dashed past the trees, panting as he jummped over bodies and rocks. He skid to a halt.

"WE WANT TWILIGHT!" The massive crowd shouted in unison, making hundreds of voices echo into the dark sky. They looked pissed, assaulting the house with rocks and debri.

"Whats happen-" Floyd shushed spike quickly, thankfully nobody heard him. Floyd started to think to himself.

"What should I do?" He muttered.

"GET AWAY!" Yelled somepony from inside the house.

"Twilight?!" Spike popped out of the bag scaring Floyd to death, one of the bronies turned around.

"He's got spike! Get him!" All of the bronies at that moment turned around, preparing their weapons.

"Spike! Get out of here!" Floyd yelled, Spike hopped out and ran off. The bronies began to charge at Floyd.

"FUCK!" He yelled as he began to unleash fire into the crowd. He took the first shot, blood spattered all over his body as phsycos fell, he also senta couple flying back. He pumped and took the second shot, watching a head explode as more of them fell to the ground. Pumping again, he took his third shot. A man was sent flying back against the house with a cold thud. The crowd was a bit smaller now but they were still coming.

"Get back!" Floyd pumped once again, taking his fourth shot at their legs. Most of them doubled over within a second.

Pumping once more, Floyd shot again, hearing the unwanted *Clonk* of the bullets headshotting them. There was still quite a few of them left, at least the ones that didnt run off.

"Go to hell!" He shot again, this time bullets pierced through multiple enemies, sending them flying.

"Why dont you?!" Some brony shouted as a knife lodged in Floyds left shoulder. Floyd screamed and dropped his shotgun.

"Damnit!" He ripped it out and stabbed and stabbed the brony in he chest. Floyd cursed and dropped the body, watching it fall down in front of him. The bronies began to form a circle around him while he was traumatized, his shoulder sill bleeding out. They all had bloodthirsty looks in their eyes. One of them stepped forward, he was a bit taller than the rest. He looked like he was in his mid twentys.

"Well, well, well, trying to be a hero are we?" Floyd grabbed the knife from his belt and stood his ground. The man laughed, whipping out a shiny revolver. Floyd's eyes grew wide as the man aimed it at Floyds head..

"Ever see one of those documentary's where the group of Lions pile up on the gazelle?" The man snorted, then yelled in pain as Spike landed on his head, digging his claws into his face.

"I think it went something like this!" Spike shouted.

The man dropped his gun when Spike began to breath fire all over his head. The man violently grabbed him and ripped him off, throwing him to the side into the trees. Floyd saw this as an oppritunity and lunged at the man, forcing him into the ground. The man began to laugh but Floyd bashed the mans face with his fist.

"Shut up and die you motherfucker!"

Floyd plunged the knife in the mans chest, killing him instantly. The other bronies began to charge, Floyd quickly stood up and readied his shotgun again. With luck on his side, Floyd violently squeezed the trigger, sending some up into the sky. A decent amount of blood flew everythere.Covering most of the ground around Floyd, and also some of him.

Quickly standing up, he gripped his knife and took care of whoever still wanted a peice of him.

Floyd stood there panting as sweat and blood covered his body. He holstered his knife in his belt but held his shotgun with one hand. He looked around, ignoring the wound in his shouldr that he had this entire time.

"Spike?" Floyd called, hearing a rustle in the bushes. He ran over to see Spike had landed safely in a bush.. a thorn bush. He had passed out from the pain. After all, he was a baby dragon. Floyd picked him up gently and placed him in his backpack when the scream from eariler shattered the silence.

"NO!" Twilight yelled from inside, you could easily make out the fear in her voice. Floyd ran up to the door, he tried to open it but it was locked and boarded up. He backed up and rammed into it, his shoulder colliding with the door. Nothing.

Backing up, he tried again. This time the door bent inward a bit, but also sent a good amount of pain into Floyds shoulder.

"One more time.." Taking a deep breath, Floyd charged at the door and sur enough, he crashed into the small house. It was pitch black in the small library.

"Hello?" Floyd called, suddenly the door behind him slammed shut and locked itself. Floyd walked forward, but quicky turned around once he realized there was someone behind him.

The masked man snapped his fingers and a fireplace lit up the room.

"Why hello!" The stranger responded, he wore a sleeveless hoodie with a tattered up pair of shorts, A hockey mask hiding his face.

"Who are you?" Floyd backed up a bit as the phsyco twitched.

"My names Derek-" He was cut off by a weak whimper. Floyd turned around to see Twilight tied to her bed. Derek got Floyds attention.

"You know, im surprised you lasted as long as you did!" Derek jumped up and down, "I was watching you the entire time ya know!" Floyd took a small step back, Derek shook.

"In fact, I THINK WE SHOUDL BE PARTNERS!" He stopped jumping, "You'll just have to wait until im done with her! Floyd then glared at Derek. Floyd was freaked out by this guy. He wasnt on the verge of insanity, he was past the point of no return. Derek moved closer to Floyd. Floyd stood his ground and pushed him back.

"Nobody's going to be getting any turns." Floyd aimed his shotgun and squeezed the trigger, nothing happened.

"What the-?" Floyd realized he forgot to load the shotgun. Derek stomped his foot down. He ripped off his hoodie to reveal a long chain on his left shoulder, and a makeshift blade guantlet on his right hand. Five long hooks were attatched to the end of the chain.

"You~!" Derek laughed maniacally as the fireplace now erupted with flames. The fire seemed to grow bigger as books flew from the shelves, spinning in the air around them. Floyd drew the knife, holding it in front of him. Derek grabbed the chain with his left hand alone and began to spin it around with ease, readying the guantlet with his right hand.

"YOU GO BYE-BYE NOW!" He gave a loud demonic high pitched cackle that seemed to echo through time and  space. Twilight was struggling, trying to break free fron the bonds. Floyd gritted his teeth, scred to death of the current situation. He didnt know what the hell was going on, but right now he had to focus on outliving this guy, and most importantly.. staying alive.

"Bring it on, you son of a bitch." Floyd tightened grip on his knife...

Derek swung the chain at him with deadly speed. Floyd jumped in the air, barely dodging it as it smashed into the floor. Floyd landed on Derek and began thrusted the knife into his chest. Derek roared and thrashed, flinging Floyd off his chest.

"Shes mine!" Derek hissed as the shot the chains at Floyd. They wrapped around Floyd as Derek yanked him forward bringing them face to face. Derek smashed him into the floor, letting out a roar like he was some kind of animal. His body full of pain, Floyd moved his head to the side as the gauntlet smashed a hole into the floor. Floyd grabbed Dereks elbow and applied pressure, snapping it. Derek jumped back, shaking his arm as it began to com back to normal.

"YOU CANT KILL ME! NA NA NA-NA NA!" Derek shreiked. Floyd got back up, a mixture of fear and determination on his face.

Before Floyd had any time to react, Derek laughed phsycotically. Floyd jumped out of the way, then noticed the knife was still inside Dereks chest. He quickly grabbed the chain as Derek flung it around. Floyd used this to his advantage as he landed on top of him, he began to smash his fist into the back of Dereks head. He Hit harder with each blow.

"YOU PEST!" Derek yelled, agitated. He lifted his right arm and started trying to gut Floyd with his guantlet, missing as Floyd tore the knife out of his chest. Floyd hopped back, keeping a distance as Derek regained his stature. He slowly stood back up, turning to face Floyd.

Derek dragged his feet as he began to walk towards Floyd. He stopped walking for a second and looked down.

The fire blasted out of the fireplace, turning an intense shade of blue. The room began to get very hot, almost seering Floyds skin. Derek suddenly looked up and the chain shot into Floyds chest, Floyd screamed in pain as the chain lifted his body into the air. He felt it getting harder to breath as the hooks were now centimeters away from his lungs. Derek was controlling the chain somehow, but Floyd didnt care about that, he was almost positive that he was going to die there.

The chain raised Floyd over the fireplace as if it had a mind of its own, ready to throw him into it.

Floyd thought this was it.. this was the end..

He looked down suddenly and saw hmself glowing with a purple aura.

Of course! Twilight was using her magic to heal him, the life suddenly shot back into him with the combined speed of a freight train and a military jet. Giving him a sudden boost of strength.  He looked back to get a glimpse of the wall behind him.

"RAAAAAAAH!" Floyd gave a battle cry as he pushed himself off the hooks, he landed on the wall behind him and thrusted himself forward, embracing Derek with a full body tackle. Derek sliced open Floyds shoulder with the guantlet. Floyd only yelled as he began to smash his fist into Dereks gut. He continued to do so until Derek was coughing up blood, but Derek only laughed the entire time.

Floyd could feel the satisfying crack of ribs coming from the last punch. Now Derek could feel the pain.

Derek kicked him off and grabbed his chest, trying to heal himself. Floyd quickly ran up and grabbed his guantlet, yanking  as hard as he could He ripped off Dereks arm, making a bloody mess. Derek backed away, and swung his chain at Floyd.

"Oh not you DONT!" Floyd caught the chain as the hooks dug into his arm, blood still pumping out of his chest.

Floyd yelled as he yanked on the chain, using every fiber of strength in his body. As the hooks went deeper Floyd clenched his teeth harder. Derek cried out in pain as the chain was ripped off and out of his arm, still stuck in Floyds. Floyd then swung the chain at him, smashing off Deeks leg. The only thing Derek did the entire time was laugh, standing back up.

"Did you think you could kill me?!?!?"

Floyd slowly aproached him, and ripped the hooks out of his am. He looked at Derek then plunged the hooks deep into his chest. Floyd then grabbed the end of the chain and began to spin him around.

"Burn in hell."

Floyd let go of the chain, throwing him into the fire. Dereks laughs got louder, and slowly turned into roars. The sounds filled the room as he roasted in the fire.

"YOU-CANT.. KILL-ME!" Derek spat, trying to crawl out of the fire.

Floyd quickly grabbed his shotgun and began to load it as Dereks threats and cackles continued, Floyd could care less about what he was saying.

He aimed the now loaded shotgun at the fire and began to spray bullets at Derek. Ashes came out of him as he was sent back into the fire, which now burnt white. Floyd was silent as he blasted all of the bullets from his shotgun into the fire.

A couple minutes had passed and finally, Floyd blasted his last shot into the fire, sending a blodstained hockey mask flying out of it. It skidded across the floor and stopped in front of his feet.

The room grew silent, Floyd was panting heavily as he let go of his shotgun and fell to his knees, Twilights purple aura faded off of his body as the unicorn rested. Floyd winced once the horrifying pain came back to him. He almost fainted but he shook his head. Suddenly the pain eased, almost in its entirety. Floyd looked down to see that the magic had healed most of the wounds WHILE he was fighting. There was still a gaping wound in his chest none the less but at least he wasnt bleeding out. He would have to take it easy until he got back to the castle.

Floyd looked down at the hockey mask and thought to himself.. he Reluctantly Picked it up, then after a couple seconds he threw it back into the fire, over time the white flame had changed from blue to orange.

This whole time Twilight had been looking at Floyd, but part of her told her that she was not in danger at the moment.

Floyd looked into the fireplace. Whatever was in there had been reduced to ashes.

This meant that Derek had been succesfully eliminated.

Floyd stood up and slowly started to walk towards Twilight. She began to struggle, her eyes full of fear. Floyd knelt down next to her bedside and et her forehead. Twilight looked into his eyes, shivering.

"Calm down, im here to save you." Floyd began to undo the rope.

"P-Please, d-d-don't hurt m-me.." She whispered as she started to cry. Floyd was releived to know that he had gotten here just in time. He gently wiped the tears off her face giving her a small smile at an attempt to comfort her.

"Im not going to hurt you, im a good guy." He talked sincere, calming his voice down and also calming her nerves. Stroking her mane with his rough, burnt hands. Twilight stopped shaking, holding back her sobs. Floyd cut the last of ropes that bounded her to the bed. Seeing that she was in no condition to walk, Floyd gently picked her up and sat down on the bed, holding her.

The mare shook in his arms, tears still streaming down her face.

Now you might be thinking that he was doing this because he had a soft spot for her, but this wasnt the case.

"...Thank you..." Twilight muttered as she slowly fell asleep. A tear made its way down Floyds face, that was too much for anybody to handle. She had almost been abused by a phsycotic fanboy.

Floyd gently carried her over to his backpack. He opened it to see that Spike was still asleep. Floyd had a little trouble fitting Twilight into the backpack but managed to do so anyway. He zipped it up tight and put it on his back. The weight almost made him topple over, but he still managed to stay strong. He was only human after all, Derek was nothing short of a demon.

He exited Twilights house and continued to walk past the bodies from earlier. Suddenly he felt his foot kick something heavy, he almost fell over.

But as Curious as Floyd was, he knelt down and examined the object. Floyd picked up a silver 44.magnum revolver with ablack handle. The same one that man aimed at his head in the heat of battle. It remided him how lucky he was that Spike was there to save him.

Floyd checked the cylinder to find all 6 bullets inside.

"I'll call you lucky.." He chuckled despite the fact he felt about to faint. The onyl thing keeping him from doing so now was his will to live. Floyd searched the man, he scavenged a holster from his enemies belt and a small sack with some 44.magnum rounds. Floyd quickly put the holster on his belt and slipped the revoler in it, then stored the sack of rounds into a small compartment on his backpack with the shotgun shells he had. Suddenly pain shot through his entire body.

"Good god this pain.." Floyd muttered he stood back up and heard a rattle.. how could he have forgotten he painkillers?

Floyd quickly reached into his pocket and popped 3 painkillers, praying to god they took effect as soon as possible.

With Twilight and Spike secure in his backpack, his battle scars, and his shotgun, Floyd continued to walk towards the castle.