On the surface, the city of Baltimare was a brisk and bustling place but like all things, one didn't have to dig too deep to find it's imperfections. These faults took the form of shady streets and morally limp institutions tucked away behind a metropolitan curtain. A normal pony would find such places repulsive but others found them all too welcoming. This pertained to a young white pegasus currently hiding himself away in a downtown club. Despite the flashing lights, crowds of ponies and all around upbeat atmosphere he sat alone at the bar, a lukewarm expression etched onto his face.
"One more," he ordered as he lowered his empty cider glass. The unicorn behind the bar approached ready to meet his demand. The bartender had noticed that since the moment of his arrival the stallion had set isolated staring blankly past the bar only facing the crowd during a periodic glance over his shoulder.
"Waiting for someone?" asked the bartender.
"Not really." replied the stallion his voice as apathetic as his face. "Just trying to enjoy my last moments of freedom..."
"Getting hitched tomorrow?"
"Something like that." the pegasus smirked as he raised a hoof to examine the device strapped to his arm. It resembled two yellow bracelets with a black ring of stone connecting them. With his other hoof, he pushed against the device in a vain attempt to free himself of it and as he did the yellow sections twisted parallel to each other with an audible "tik."
He grunted before ceasing the attempt and downed his newly filled glass. With a twist of the neck, he inspected the room. The immense crowd of dancers coupled with everypony sitting at the tables kept him concealed but it was an advantage that extended to his pursuer. Anytime his eye fell upon a red pegasus or even a large earth pony he felt ready to snap into action. Especially when he noticed a large red pony take a seat at the bar just a couple stools from him.
"Back again?" the bartender turned his attention to his new guest.
"...Yeah" he mumbled. The pegasus dropped out of the conversation. Opting instead to focus on his own problems, he didn't have the time to mix himself up in the plight of others nor did he care to. However, his attention was stolen when they mentioned a name.
"Maybe you should go back to Dodge City." suggested the bartender.
"I can't the whole place makes me think of Summer Rains."
The name rung a few bells. A well-liked member of the Dodge City community who had received a lot of media attention due to her recent murder. Her body was found in her home with her horn missing. This wasn't the only such incident. Over the past few years reports had been popping up all over Equestria of pegasi and unicorns being attacked and killed with their wings and horns taken. Given Equestrias low murder rate, one was enough to cause a stir but the string of unsolved cases had shaken the population into panic.
He shot a quick glance to the satchel he had strapped around him before getting up from his seat. He didn't feel he did anything to arouse suspicions but thought it better to go.
Stepping out onto the streets it was chilling how fast the environment changed from bright and loud to dead quiet. The only noise on the empty streets was the winter winds blowing. He marched on down the street stopping only to inspect the collar around his hoof again. It twisted three more times each offering the same ticking sound. As he paused for the inspection a large black shadow flew over him.
For a second he wasn't sure if the shadow was real or a product of his own paranoia but regardless he acted. He knew the only pony who could cast a shadow of that size and if he was truly after him he'd never beat him in speed. The only shelter he could find was the darkness of a nearby alleyway. He dived between the buildings hoping he hadn't been spotted.
The shadows offered a means to conceal himself but blending with darkness wasn't a talent of his. Most likely due to the fact the only parts of his body that weren't solid white were the ends of his legs and muzzle, save for a pair of yellow eyes.
As he settled into the darkness he heard another click come from the collar quickly followed up by another than another. The device seemed to have activated itself much to his confusion as he knew he was still within its range, had it been remotely activated? Regardless the two bands were spinning fast as the brace dug into his skin. He felt the hot sting of toxin slipping into his blood forcing his body into numbness as it traveled across him. No matter how hard he fought his body refused to budge and all he could do was lay helpless on the cold pavement staring down the alley at a pegasus silhouette making its way towards him. He continued his struggle causing his vision to blur until everything finally went black.
Sometime later at an unknown location
He awoke with a twitch and a jerk to find himself staring up at a metal ceiling. The compound air was twice as chilling as the winter winds outside and the damp hay serving as his bed didn't carry any warmth. His eyes darted about taking in the view of the three walls and doorway that made up the prison cell he called a bedroom. He sighed heavily realizing his third escape attempt had failed.
"Home sweet home."
"Pestilence you're awake." said a voice across the room. The white pony pulled himself up onto his hooves still wobbling from the effect of the toxin.
"Only three days this time huh War? You all miss me that much?" Pestilence strolled from his hovel into the open circular room that housed the compounds stables each only large enough to fit the pony that lived inside.
"Now isn't the time." said the other pony whose stable was directly across the room from his own. It was the same one who had come to retrieve him. A blood red pegasus whose stature rivaled a sizeable earth pony. "Master was getting impatient."
"Yeah what else is new?" Pestilence asked sarcastically after a sudden loss of balance forced him to catch himself.
"Do you need some help?" War asked.
"I got it." Pestilence assured straightening himself back up. War didn't look convinced.
"Well, now that you're awake you should go make your report."
"Right." he moaned. "let's get this over with." He began his long trot down the compounds winding maze-like corridors with War following close behind him. Besides their master Pestilence was the oldest pony in the compound. Yet the older brother position was held by War who always took it upon himself to watch and care for the others.
"Care to explain what you were doing in Baltimare?"
"I was taking care of the target."
"Your target was in Dodge City."
"I'm not that good with directions." Pestilence shrugged with a smirk not even trying to come up with an excuse.
"You know what will happen to you if the Master finds out you were all the way in Baltimare."
"How's he suppose to find out? The only two who know about that are us and I know you won't tell him." Pestilence was right, War knew what would happen to him if the master knew he had run off and he didn't want to see that happen any more than Pestilence did.
The two came to what seemed like a dead end, nothing but a flat rock wall where the hallway concluded. War approached and placed his hoof dead center of the stone plate blocking the path. As he pulled away a spark of light erupted from the center of the wall and spread like a paintbrush on parchment. It roamed around the rock painting an image of a giant eyeball. The centerpiece that mocked the eyes pupil jumped about taking in the view until finally focusing on the pegasi in front of it. Upon seeing them the wall dissolved piece by piece granting them passage inside.
They entered into their masters quarters. An open brightly lite space littered with lab equipment and machines. The equipment was meant for research and experiments but by appearance, one would guess they were torture devices. Long and thin surgical needles and saw blades jutted out of them some still garnished with faded red stains. Their master was currently at his desk scribbling notes onto paper as he glared through a microscope at a petri dish sitting before him. He averted his gaze for a second before turning back to his work.
"Ah Pestilence, just the pony I was wanting to see." he finished up his notes before moving away from his desk to face his visitors. He was a tall slender white unicorn with a green mane and tail that he constantly kept brushed over to one side, the side of his head that was left unveiled displayed a long stitched up scar that ran the length of his skull.
"I found Pestilence," said War.
"Good work. I can always count on you." the master took a set of papers from his desk. "You may take your leave now, but make sure Famine gets these I found a new target and want him prepped and ready within the hour," he informed and passed the papers onto War.
"Right," he replied and made for the exit. He didn't feel comfortable leaving any of his brothers alone with the Master but he knew if he tried to stay he'd only cause more problems for him. As he left the wall materialized behind him sealing the two alone inside.
"So did you manage to obtain Summer Rains horn?" he asked taking a seat in his desk chair.
"Yeah, I got your horn." Pestilence unlatched his bag and tossed it on the ground before him allowing the horn to roll its way into view. "Can I go now?"
"A few questions first." the master gripped the dismembered horn in a magical green aura. He slide open his desk's drawer revealing a collection of multi-colored unicorn horns which he concealed again after adding Summer Rains to the pile. "You left the body alone correct?"
"Uh-huh."
"Where did the murder take place?"
"her house."
The unicorn continued to ask questions each painting a more vivid picture of the scene despite Pestilence giving only short responses rushing the interview along. Once he concluded writing out the report he filed it away in a cabinet.
"So is that it? Can I go now?" asked Pestilence.
"One more thing." said the master. "You left precisely three days ago. The time it takes to reach Dodge City from this location is about five hours so that would also require five hours for the return trip. Killing Summer Rains and removing her horn would only take a matter of minutes for somepony like you but I'll be generous and say you needed two hours to get her alone and into a good position. Also, a mission like this can be taxing on the mind and body so let's say I factor in an eight hour resting period. That still leaves fifty-two hours unaccounted for."
"Well you see." as Pestilence began his explanation his master's horn emitted a green glow triggering the collar around his leg. It constricted his arm to the point it felt as if it dug into his very skin. The pain forced him over onto the ground shrieking as he fell. Wrapped in pain the only movements he could muster were using his other arm trying to break free of the collar. Touching it forced it to begin twisting burning the skin that refused to budge and forced another shriek from the distressed pony.
The master pressed down on the device with a single hoof forcing it to a pause. Pestilence attempted to pull his hoof free but the unicorn had him bound with a single hoof and he could only gaze up at his captor.
"It occurs to me Pestilence. You view yourself as an irreplaceable asset that, regardless of your actions you cannot be tossed out or disposed of. Sadly you're correct, under these conditions I can't replace you, however, your limbs and organs are a different story and don't think I won't rip or tear away whatever I deem necessary to make sure you fall in line. Is that clear?" he ceased his magic and removed his hoof. The device stopped spinning and came loose enough for Pestilence to jerk his hoof out revealing a harsh red ring wrapping around his arm.
"Is that clear?" he repeated. Pestilence glared up at him with gritted teeth.
"Yeah, I got it.." he groaned. The master brandished a smile.
"Good, glad me managed to clear that up." he magically lifted the brace onto his desk. "Just know if this happens again I'll let the brace rip your leg off, I suppose I'll have to prep a new leg. Perhaps one of Despair's he's not putting them to any good use," he said and went back to his work. "Alright. You are free to go."
Pestilence limped back to his stable putting as little pressure on his front leg as he could to avoid unnecessary distress. He tossed his body onto the bed of hay and waited as the burning subsided. Abhorrent as it was what really grated on him was the twisted condescending look on his master's face. He despised that look and how he saw him and his brothers as simple machines to serve as pawns in whatever the mad pony was scheming. He had to get out of this before the master's patience ran out but he knew he couldn't get away. That brace kept him bound to a distance around the compound and if he snuck away there'd be nowhere in Equestria he could go War couldn't find him and now the brace would make sure if he tried to run he'd have no legs to run with. Escape was no longer an option. Not while his master still had control.
Pestilence rolled around his bed deciding what he could do and gathered an idea he hadn't thought of before. A plan that would either end his life or finally let it begin but either way it would put everyone in the compound in danger, but at this point, he no longer cared.
He had to move quickly. He trotted to his younger brother Deaths stable to dig up a writing utensil before rushing off to the lower chambers to find a map hanging on the wall. He tore it down and looked it over. A detailed diagram that was the only way to properly navigate the halls. The compound was specifically designed to confuse and disorientate those unfamiliar with it. He looked at the bottom of the map at the pump room that feeds into the drainage system. He tore the section off and discarded it before sneaking the map back to his stable where he'd put his plan into action.
He made sure the other stables were empty as he slumped into his own and began writing on the back of the paper.
"You don't know me but I have information on the recent murders that have shaken Equestria. I also know where you can find the ones responsible...."
With his note ready and hidden in his bag he had to move quickly. If his plan was uncovered losing a leg would be the least of his worries. He hastened to the central chambers where the armory rested. A prime position deep enough to be defended but close enough to all other areas for easy accessibility. Pestilence wasn't going to sit idly by for another mission. luckily he heard earlier that his brother Famine was being sent out and he hoped he wasn't too late to join him.
He entered the armory to find his younger brother still gathering his equipment. His brother was a unicorn yet hardly appeared like a pony and more like a shadowy apparition mocking a ponies form. A solid black body with matching mane and tail that flowed with black smoke rising from its ends, Yellow pupiless eyes and a cutie mark depicting three locusts clawing their way up his body was all that stood out against the black figure.
"Hey Famine got a second?" he asked from the doorway watching his brother dash about the room gathering his things smoke covered hooves silent even against the stone floors. "Heard you were heading out on a job, thought I'd tag along," he added taking a few steps into the room.
"Truly?" Famines voice came cold and callous but he spoke in a way it seemed more sophisticated than malicious. He glided across the room and took his weapon of choice a curved dagger from its mount and placed it into his bag. "And to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Just thought you'd like some help. Have somepony to watch your back." Pestilence replied prompting Famine to unnoticeably raise an eyebrow. He knew his brother to well to know he'd never invest his time and energy for another's sake.
"If you wish for my cooperation I believe a little candor would be the ideal first step."
Famines distinctive way of talking sometimes made understanding him a chore, much to Pestilences displeasure but he felt confident that he had just called him a liar.
"Alright you caught me, I just need to get out of the compound. Stretch my legs get some fresh air you know?"
"If I'm not mistaken you've been loose to stretch your legs for three days now."
"What can I say." Pestilence gave the shrug that usually accompanied his replies. "This place is getting old, the more I'm away from it the better." Famine grinned slightly as if agreeing with the notion.
"The ever-present allure of the world is certainly intoxicating."
"Right, so am I coming or not?"
Famines face shifted back to a cold gaze.
"Whatever your reasons I won't mind the company. I only ask you keep your distance from the target, a crowd of spiders makes for an obvious web." Famine answered as he slithered by him into the hall. "Oh, and do be sure that you get permission from the master. I do not wish to be disciplined for your rebellious nature," he added before darting out around a corner out of view.
"Don't worry." Pestilence smirked. "Masters got bigger things to worry about."
Baltimare, Grand Theatre the next night.
Baltimares grand theatre was a towering edifice of luxury. The stage, seats, and curtain all nurtured to a pristine condition. There were no empty seats tonight as one of Equestria's most acclaimed actors, Starstruck took the stage in the leading role. With all eyes focused on the performance, it left many dark corners and avenues for one to sneak through unseen. Being a ghost-like unicorn, Famine took full advantage as he crept his way through the theatres back rooms. A theatre was an easy place to sneak through especially during show time when the majority of occupants were gathered in a single open space.
Combining his stealth expertise and unicorn magic he ascended into the upper rafters of the theatre where the lights and curtains hung. The spotlights gleam painted the entire walkway black concealing his entire body. He inspected the area below and found his target. The thespian Starstruck moving about the stage, his charisma, and enthusiasm on full display. Famine could see a silent applause on the crowds face after every line. He couldn't help but wonder what such a respected unicorn could have done to draw the ire of his master.
Performing the assassination at this point would make retrieving the horn inconvenient. Far too many eyes fixated on him. Famine would have to wait until he had him alone. Until then he decided to enjoy the show. The opportunity to partake in public events was a rarity to him and he wasn't going to pass up seeing such an exceptional spectacle. He shifted into a comfortable position crossing his hooves in front of him to enjoy the show.
After the curtain call, Starstruck attended to his many adoring fans before finally retiring to his dressing room backstage. A well lite rectangular space with white walls one of which was occupied with a makeup counter and mirror. Various costumes and luxurious furniture filling its empty spaces.
"Great show tonight." praised his manager from outside. He had to stand in the hallway speaking through the open door due to the magic barrier. On account of the unsolved unicorn killings, Starstrucks agent had taken many new security measures that would otherwise be considered extreme. Along with hiring a bundle of new security guards he had skilled unicorns place a magic barrier around his dressing room allowing only Starstruck to enter. "Sure you don't want me to book you that gig in Canterlot?"
"Yeah I'm sure." called the star. "I'm wanting to take a break from acting and focus on writing," he stated.
"Speaking of which hows that screenplay coming along?"
The unicorn looked to the unfinished play sitting on a table nearby. A measly side project he had been updating between performances.
"It's coming..." was all he could think to say as he was uncertain with his capabilities as a writer.
"Well if that's how you wanna play it, just let me know if you change your mind I'll get you on the first airship to Canterlot." his agent promised as he departed leaving four large earth ponies guarding the door. Starstruck was left alone in his dressing room once again. He'd be glad when he was rid of the place. He'd spent so much time under the barriers protection it was beginning to feel like a cell. He'd just have to wait for his cart to arrive and for the unicorns to apply a barrier to it as well before finally leaving this space.
He took his eyes from his half-written script and took a seat at the make-up counter. He spun his chair around to take a look in the mirror and what he saw made his heart sink. A black mass behind his chair brandishing a dagger in its mouth. Before he could react the mass was upon him. It came over the chair and placed the dull end of the blade firmly against his neck and pulled him back pinning him against the chair. Starstruck had no inclination as to how this thing had managed to bypass the barrier but it didn't matter at this point. He tried to call out to his guards but the blade held his throat closed allowing no sounds to escape.
"If you'll permit me I'd like to ask a question." said the assailant. The unicorn was dumbstruck. The attacker not only spoke to him but was asking for his permission. He felt a small amount of relief just enough that he could force a raspy whisper.
"W-What...?"
"Why you? Of all the ponies in Equestria why were you chosen to die?" he asked. Starstruck's thoughts were clouded with anxiety but he fought to find an answer this thing would find pleasing. Like a reel of film, he went over all his misdeeds in his life but nothing came up that sounded vile enough to provoke a murder. He turned his focus to his career. He'd meet many deranged fans but this pony didn't seem to fit that bill. Uncertain he had to go with whatever answer sounded the most reasonable.
"It's my popularity, isn't it. I have millions of fans all across Equestria. You're killing me to hurt them." The shadowy unicorn averted his gaze as if possessed by thought. "P-Please.... don't do this..." he pleaded pulling the assassin from his trance.
"You gave a truly breathtaking performance, you should be proud." Famine responded. Pinned in place Starstruck could only see his attackers face in the mirror before him and as he gazed into its piercing yellow eyes he saw something strange. For a second he believed he saw a flash of contrition and doubt its horn lite up emitting a deep yellow glow. He fought to stay awake but the desire to sleep washed over him and his body fell limp.
Famine twisted the blade around and jerked ending his life instantly granting him the boon of a quick and painless death while he slept. He lifted the body from the seat and laid it out on the dressing rooms couch. He made sure to keep his clothing and mane well composed as he shifted the body into a peaceful funeral like position. Leaving the famous star limp and lifeless hanging onto a chair felt profane however he still had to finish the job. He gripped his dagger with a magic yellow aura using a single swing to sever the horn and load it into his bag. With the target retrieved all that was left was to make a hasty retreat. The magic barrier was a worthy attempt, however, Famine was also adept in magic and not being tied to Equestria's laws allowed him to study spells normal unicorns would find unsettling. He moved to a large air vent in the corner of the room just big enough for him to fit through, The vent was sealed by the barrier preventing him from using it but with a tap from the tip of his horn and a ripple appeared just large enough for him to open the vent and slip inside. The door closed behind him and the magic mended itself his presence was erased from the room as if he was never there at all.
While his brother tended to his duties within the theatre Pestilence took to the streets pondering the best way to have his letter reach its proper destination. He had never mailed a letter before so he wasn't even sure of how the process was done. Not only that but if he tried going about it the normal way it was untelling when the message would reach the capital city if at all.
He searched up and down Baltimare's streets until he found someone he was certain could help him out. A royal guard marching along vigilant of any disturbances.While commonly only a sight in Canterlot in these days of public unrest volunteers had been sent out to all parts of the kingdom to keep the citizens safe. Pestilence approached the soldier and greeted him as formally as he could.
"Yo Guard." he called. "need your help with something." The guard turned to face him.
"Is something amiss?" he asked sternly.
"Kinda, got something that needs to reach the Princesses." Pestilence said holding up the letter for the guard to see.
"I'm a soldier, not a mailman. If you have something that needs delivered you need to go through the proper channels." the guard insisted ready to return to his duties.
"Listen." Pestilence peaked over his shoulders as if checking for someone. "This isn't just an ordinary letter. There are some dangerous ponies that would do anything to keep it away from Celestia. I can't just mail it that's why I went to a guard."
"Right well if it is that important I suppose I should have a look at it." the guard insisted outstretching a hoof. Pestilence looked back once again for his fake pursuers before handing over the paper.
"If you want to go ahead but if you see whats on that paper you might not make it back to Canterlot," he warned. The guard was in the process of unfolding the letter when his words brought him to a pause. He wasn't fully convinced of the pegasus's story but didn't want to face the consequences if he was.
"Now why exactly should I believe whats on this letter was really so important? How do I know you are not just some prankster?"
"You don't have to." Pestilence began to back away. "But maybe when you get a call from the Grand Theatre you'll take this a bit more seriously." he turned and began trotting off down the street.
"Grand theatre?" the guard looked puzzled. "What about the grand theatre? Do you know something?" the guard shouted as the pegasus was making his leave.
"Hey, I'm just some prankster." Pestilence mocked before walking away out of his sight.
The guard pressed on with his patrol thinking about the letter he had received. He wasn't sure if he should just toss it in the nearest trash bin or not but he knew he wasn't about to fly off to Canterlot over a single ponies baseless claims. He eventually concluded the best thing to do was turn it over to his superiors and tell them what had happened so they could decide how to handle it however that would wait until after his patrol, he wasn't about to leave his post.
A little later in the night, the guard was surprised when another ironclad pony rushed up to him a distressed look on his face.
"There's been a murder!" he proclaimed shocking the guard.
"What? Where?" inquired the guard urgently.
"The Grand Theatre. They want all nearby units to sweep the area." mention of the Grand Theatre caused his earlier conversation to resurface and he peered down to the letter in his possession with a strikingly different perspective.
As the two guards dashed away. The white pegasus watched from up above on a rooftop. He smiled content with his plan before looking to the brace strapped to his front hoof. Freedom was so close he could taste it. A yellow light flashed behind him insisting his brother had arrived.
"Hey bro." Pestilence greeted turning to Famine on the rooftop behind him. "Looks like things went well. Guess you put the poor mule down?" he asked prompting Famine to narrow his gaze.
"A pony just lost his life. I believe that warrants a little respect."
"Yeah, Whatever. Did you get the horn or not?" Pestilence asked shaking him off. Famine didn't respond with words but he lifted the bag at his side to confirm the kill.
"Sweet. So we heading back now?"
"Why the rush? Abstaining from the joys of freedom is quite unlike you," stated Famine.
"I'm beat." He replied and through his hooves back stretching them out. "I need my hay bed."
"Very Well, I'm sure the master will be pleased to hear of our success." Famine replied before vanishing in another flash of light. Pestilence straightened up and flapped his wings to wake them up. Despite being a pegasus his wings had seen so little use he was worried he'd start finding cobwebs between his feathers. With a strong flap, he lifted his body off the roof and flew off through the night sky.
Hours Later, In the Compound.
War paced back and forth before an empty square space that occupied the compounds top chamber. Their home was hidden inside a large mountain with the compound chambers and corridors stretching through it like roots reaching down into the earth. The most commonly used entrance sat at the mountains top hidden by a large rock. At the edge of a short cave sat an old yet functional elevator. His ears perked up as the gears lining the empty frame began turning signaling his brothers return. The flat platform lowered and as he had expected his black and white brothers stood atop it.
"I'm just saying I'd quit playing errand boy, they go out let them get their own crap," said Pestilence stepping off the elevator.
"There you are!" War snapped. Whenever he was angry his voice rose to the point it became a thunderous and frightening as a war drum. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Uh, heading to bed." Pestilence replied his gaze bouncing back and forth looking at the empty room. "What are you doing?"
"I was about to come and get you! You run off for three days then I drag you back and you don't even stay an hour! Are you trying to make the master angry?" War normally had an oppressive dominating presence which was only elevated when he was angry. Yet Pestilence looked on blankly as if unphased.
"Take it easy. I got his permission." He held up an arm displaying his brace.
"That isn't the point. I wasn't about to wait around for the master to send me if he had to then-"
"Look." Pestilence interrupted. "Way I see it he's gonna get angry no matter what I do. So might as well enjoy it so stop worrying. I'm not." He smirked as he trotted past War. "By the way, if anyone's going out on a job let me know, I'd like to tag along."
War let out a heavy sigh. It was difficult caring more about someponies well being then they do.
"He didn't try to run off again did he?" He turned his attention to Famine.
"Quite the contrary." Famine replied much to his surprise. "Regardless, the mission was a success and success calls for a celebration. Should we make for the cafeteria?"
War perked up feeling like food might help his spirits.
"Sure."
The two followed behind Pestilence on their way since both the stables and cafeteria were along the same path. As the leading pegasus passed the cafeterias open door a voice called out breaking the compounds eerie silence.
"Peeeeest!" it called before a purple unicorn bearing a mane and tail of varying colors zipped into view in front of him. "Hey I'm starting up a new campaign you want in?" a drop of saliva flying to Pestilences face as he spoke. Annoyed the pegasus wiped the spit from his face.
"Yah know Madness. Fun as that sounds I think I'll pass."
"Aww come oooooon. Hey hey, I'll let you play a ranger all you gotta do is stay in the back and shoot stuff." Madness's eyes beamed enthusiasm but Pestilence didn't look like he had received it.
"Now that just sounds like a waste of time."
"Famine." Madness immediately changed targets once he noticed his brothers coming up behind. He zipped by to greet them letting Pestilence go free. Relieved to be rid of his younger brother he retired to his stable to wait and see if his efforts bore fruit.
"Hey, Famine how'd the killing go? Did he cry, squeal, piss himself.... all three?"
"Nothing so demeaning. I assure you." his brother responded as he and War rounded the corner.
"Awww." Madness moaned wanting to hear all the gory details. Being the youngest of the sibling's Madness possessed a childish mindset yet was possessed with an insatiable bloodlust and a passion for misery as shown in his cutie mark a circle with arrows darting in all directions. As his brother passed him he caught sight of the black bag strapped to Famines side over his cutie mark.
"Oh hey!" he jumped to his hooves and stuffed his head into the bag while still trotting along behind. "You bring me anything good?"
"Patience Madness." Famine commanded magically pulling his brother away.
Despite the compound only holding eight ponies including the master who hardly left his lab. The cafeteria appeared as if designed for crowds. It was as high as an auditorium and filled with rows of rectangular tables and had a kitchen in the back complete with a walk-in cooler. Most of the rooms amenities sat gathering dust, mere fossils left behind by the compounds past occupants. Nearly every meal was composed of plane oats or vitamin pills that the master collected through unknown channels. Anything else was supplied by Famine while he was out on a job which made even fruit feel like a delicacy.
Madness took a seat at the table closest to the door where he had books and papers disorderly strung about. Alongside him was another one of the compound's occupants. Death. A pale earth pony whose green mane and tail flowed like eternal winds were pushing against it. His mane embellished with black splotches that appeared like faces mocking different expressions. The two were currently engaged in a game of Ogres and Oubliettes.
One time Famine brought back a guidebook that he gave to Madness who had been infatuated with the game ever since, even if he didn't follow normal rules and mostly used it as a means of finding interesting ways to kill the characters Death drew for him. The earth pony sat across from the unicorn only half invested in the game. He focused more on the lined notebook he had in front of him and the drawing etched on it. Crayon in mouth, he dragged it along the paper putting on the finishing touches.
"Looks good. You're really improving," commented War coming up behind him.
"T-Thanks..." whenever Death spoke he often paused or stuttered as if he needed to be certain of every word.The drawing depicted a pony matching Deaths colors and look the mane even seemed to be in the same constant motion, however, there was a striking difference. Where Death was a regular earth pony this one looked more like an alicorn with massive imposing wings and a majestic horn. "Death the Brave XIX." was written above it in crayon.
"XIX? Last time you guys played it was XIV." Inquired War.
"Yeah Death the Brave XIV fell into the spike pit, then Death the Brave XV was smashed by a boulder and Death the Brave XVI was set on fire..." Madness continued on.
"Sounds like being an Alicorn ain't doing shit for him." said a voice. It belonged to the compounds other earth pony occupant Disaster. A brown pony whose blonde mane was up in a mohawk with a comic style explosion for a cutie mark. He carried his tray of food to the table and slammed it down as if his every movement demanded the rooms full attention.
"Hey, Disaster! Wanna join?" invited Madness.
"Buck no!" he shouted while shoving some oats into his mouth. "I'm going back to training. Don't have time to waste on some dumb game," he grumbled with his mouth full before moving his gaze to War. "Hey." He called pointing a hoof. "I wanna see you down in training hall when we're done."
War took a deep breath as dealing with Disaster was the last thing he needed right now. Over the years the two had built up a rivalry with each over due to how much they conflicted. War was considered by members of the compound as the group leader and Disaster couldn't stand someone thinking they were above him. War was built to be a perfect soldier while Disaster spent days upon days in an attempt to catch him.
"No thanks, not today," replied War.
"C'mon afraid you'll finally get beat?" gloated Disaster.
"No," War replied instantly. "I'm just not in the mood to deal with you today." He trotted off with Famine to get their dinner. They gathered their food and sat down with their brothers. Watching as Madness and Death went about their game.
"Ok, so you're wedged between a hydra and a spike pit. Whatcha gonna do?" Madness laughed leaning half of his body over the table staring directly into Death who was slumped onto it with his eyes down.
"Can't I just go home....?" he murmured quietly.
"Sure! But you better hope the hydra doesn't catch yah." Madness chuckled shuffling through his papers. Upset with his current predicament Death found comfort in his drawings as he used his black crayon to finish colors his characters legs that darkened at the hooves just like his own. Famine couldn't help but notice his black crayon had been reduced to being little thicker than a coin.
"Oh, that reminds me," he spoke up and lifted his bag onto the table and spilled out the contents. "I retrieved those crayons you asked for."
"T-Thank you." Death smiled and nodded while racking the crayon box to him.
"And the ball you asked for." Famine magically gripped a rubber red ball from the table and floated it to Disaster. "Do be careful not to pop this one."
"Hmph, ain't my fault the equipment gives out before I do." Disaster chuckled bouncing the ball against the floor with a hoof.
"Ew, Ew. Did ya bring me anything?" Madness bounced up and down.
"I found these in my targets dressing room," stated Famine giving his brother a hooffull of varying colored candy. "I haven't seen this kind before, given Starstruck social stature I assume they must be rather luxurious. I had an inclination that you'd appreciate there sweet taste and vibrant colors."
"Thanks Famine, you're the best!" Madness smiled and shoved as many as he could into his mouth.
"A pleasure to serve," said Famine placing a hoof to his chest. Madness swirled the candy around in his mouth for a second before noticing something else on the table.
"Hey whats that?" he asked and grabbed the small collection of stapled together papers. He lifted it to his face skimming over the words and flying through the pages. "It's like, a half book or something." Famine magically ripped Starstrucks screenplay back.
"Just a little something for myself," he explained.
"What is it?" asked War.
"It's basically a book but it's only half finished." Famine explained.
"Oh so is it like a make your own ending thing? Can I make them all catch on fire?" Madness asked reaching for the floating book.
"Actually Starstruck was writing it, but seeing as he has passed on it will remain unfinished. In its current state, it was fated to be discarded. It would be a tragedy to let such a renowned ponies ambitions end up as nothing more than trash."
"Guy can have anything in the freaking city and he chooses a book that isn't even finished, idiot." Disaster griped between bites.
War smiled watching Death perk up opening his new coloring tools. Death being in a good mood was a rare sight but drawing always seemed to raise his spirits which in turn raised his own. His eyes jumped between the group and noticed that even with Pestilence in his stable they were missing one.
"Anypony seen Despair?" he asked and Deaths perky exterior melted away forcing him to lay his head back down. Disaster remained quiet not meeting Wars gaze but Madness blurted it out like there was no problem.
"Oh, Master called him down for something."
Wars heart sunk by the answer. It was never a good sign for Despair to be called down into the laboratory. Being the only failure in the compound Despair was never sent on missions meaning if the master needed him. It was surgery or an experiment. Thoughts raced through Wars mind as he imagined what could be going on down in the bottom chamber as they spoke. He wanted to rush down there that instant to put his paranoia at ease but he couldn't bash into the laboratory without a reason, it would only make things worse.
Famine saw the frustration in his brother's eyes and offered him some aid.
"I believe I will take the rest of my dinner in the study. War." he lifted Starstrucks horn from his bag. "Would you mind delivering the horn to the master for me, he'll be glad to hear the mission was a success."
"Right," War replied taking the horn and silently thanking him as the two took their leave splitting off in different directions.
War galloped to the laboratory uncertain as to what to do when he reached it but knew he had to do something. Visions flashed from a time ago when he entered the lab to see a horrifying sight. More blood than he had ever seen. His master stood before an operating table that was covered in organs and severed limbs. The bloodsoaked operator turning; blade in mouth and a grim smile across his stitched up face.
"Oh... hey War, didn't hear you come in."
The simple words had burned themselves into his mind always replaying when he entered the room or shut his eyes to sleep. He took one last deep breath as the wall vanished before him and he stepped in to see his brothers fate.
Relief came over him like a cool breeze as he saw his the dreary blue pegasus lying on a machine still in one piece. The dark blue hair covering most of his face save for his fully black eyes peeking out. One wouldn't imagine the sight was a relief. Despair set stretched out on the table sandwiched between it and a machine above him. A flat piece of metal with a collection of needles stretching down injecting themselves all over his body. While it was a grizzly sight War knew what it was, a routine surgery they each went through every few months.
War released a breath removing his pent-up nerves, standing silently for a second forgetting his reason for being there.
"..Sir, Famine has returned. The mission was a success."
"I trust Pestilence has returned as well?" he asked. Voice monotone. Never removing his gaze from his work.
"Yes," War replied. The master hit a switch on the table. Sending electrical charges from the needles down into the pegasi's body forcing him to tense up and twitch.
"Well gotta say I'm impressed." said their master seemingly slipping into his more friendly persona. "Lucky day for you huh?" he chuckled to the pony still undergoing the operation. He placed a hoof into a pedal at the machines side and pushed it around in a circle pulling up the needle packed machine up to the ceiling with every turn.
"A surprising olive branch, maybe I actually got through to him." smirked the master magically lifting Despair and forcing him to his hooves. Dazed, he stumbled for a moment but before he fell over his brother rushed to his aid keeping him upright.
"Make sure he gets back to his stable alright, I'd hate to have to sweep him off the floor." said the master as he took the horn and added it to the collection. "Oh, and when you are done. Why don't you go sharpen the weapons in the armory, We're on the cusp of a breakthrough so we can't afford any slip-ups." He said returning to his desk while War guided Despair to his stable.
Despair walked leaning on his brother for support. His limp wings dragging on the ground doing nothing but collecting dust and constantly reminding the young pony he was a failed experiment. Failure or not that's all any of them were, Experiments. Soulless constructs build from the bits and pieces of other ponies for whatever purpose their creator required of them. None of them knew their purpose for being made as the master refused to tell. When asked he always gave the same response.
"Don't worry about it. You'll find out in time."
War helped his brother settle into his hay bed to rest giving him the most reassuring smile he could.
"You doing ok?" he asked.
"Surgery went well. I just need some rest and I'll be good to go." he returned his smile looking over his injuries. Despair reached for the medical kit he kept in his stable to bandage up the holes in his flesh. While the conditions of his artificial birth had left him talentless he was self-taught in the ways of medicine enough to make him useful around the compound. Fortunate circumstance as his body was so delicate he often found himself in need of it.
"Good, it always worries me when he calls you down."
"It doesn't worry me." Despair took a single hoof and lifted his wing slightly. "I think maybe he's found a way to fix me."
"I've told you before, you don't need fixing." reminded his brother.
"If you say so." Despair didn't look convinced but was willing to return his smile. "You should get to the armory. You know how impatient the master can be."
"Will you be ok on your own?"
"Of course, you should really stop stressing over us so much. It'll ruin your health." War nodded before setting off leaving his brother to rest. As he passed by Pestilences stable he noticed his brother was missing. Odd as napping was his usual pass time he hardly ever left it. Having other matters to tend to War decided to head off to the armory paying it no mind.
The hours rolled by as War stayed in the armory making sure everyponies equipment was in best possible condition. Famine resided in the small open room that had been turned into a makeshift study area and Pestilence roamed the lower halls by the storage area. It was the closest area to the pump room that he had an excuse to be in.
The master was in his lab slumped over his desk fully invested in his work. A vial sat before him connected to a small machine. It contained what appeared to be blue electricity bouncing around sporadically as if possessing the will to escape. He used his hooves to twist and turn cranks on the machine forcing the particles to speed up and slow down as they bounced around the space.
"Hmm, well that's some progress. If only the injector could replicate these results," he said to himself a habit he had picked up from spending most of his time isolated. The experiments continued until something broke his concentration. A strange looking device sitting on his desk corner. It appeared like a metallic headband but with a set of varying monocules attached. A small light attached to a single monocule had begun flashing and beeping. His eyes widened in alert as he strapped it onto his head and looked through the flashing monocule.
High above on the top of the mountain. A small inconspicuous rock bore a magically carved eyes ball identical to the one on the laboratory wall. Once he looked through the monocule the carving lite up with life and the pupil jumped about taking in the view. He saw what had set it off, standing just before the rock blocking the entrance was a squadron of ponies of varying races but all baring the same uniform. Gold plated armor with a blue trojan like mohawk on their helmets. Canterlot soldiers.
"But how I...." He stopped as other monocules began flashing forcing him to flip through each of them. Soldiers stood at each entrance expert unicorns shattering the magic barriers protecting them and lifting the barricades.
Furious and confused the unicorn leaped into action. Despite his confidence in never being found he'd set protocols in place for the situation. He fired a bolt of green magic into a metallic box on the wall that was connected to thin metal wires running into every room in the compound.
Nearby Pestilence was pacing back and forth waiting. He was beginning to suspect that his plan had failed but then he saw the small ball of green light traveling along the wires at the top of the hallway until it passed through a bell forcing it to violently shake.
Pestilence let out a laugh as he realized his plan had succeeded as he took off for the pump room.
"Took ya long enough."