//------------------------------// // Harmony’s kidnapping part 2 // Story: Dishonored magic // by Blacklight Brony //------------------------------// (3rd person POV) Twilight and the remaining four ran to the arena where the young flyers competition would take place. Unfortunately, they couldn’t marvel at the intricate designs on the Greek like pillars that kept the roof up as they needed to find the one pony that could help them, Princess Celestia. They ran all they way to her while Rarity flew above them to try and find her from above. It didn’t take long as they found her in her personal viewing room where royalty and nobles would watch. Unlike the Canterlot nobles, That were still at the event because of the cloud walking spell, the Pegasi nobles were well known for being nice and selfless. They all watched the magical screen that held the princess on it to show that her guest, Nightmare Moon and Princess Luna, were extremely excited to be there and didn’t care who saw. Their moment of awe was cut short by the lavender unicorn that was Celestia’s student. “Princess! We have terrible news!” Twilight yelled from behind the tall alicorn and her two sisters. “What is it Twilight... where’s John and Fluttershy?” Celestia asked which was captured by the magical screen. “That’s what we wanted to talk about. Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash were fillynapped.” A chorus of gasps rang from the entire crowd, but Twilight soon grew a smile. “But John is already out to save them.” Celestia smiled as she knew all to well how he was like. “Just like my son. When he hears about something bad happening, he can’t help, but to protect those who need it. From giving to the poorest to defeating the worst to be sent the Tartarus.” Celestia remembered about five years ago when her son defeated a necromancer that was attacking the city of Manehattan. “Do you wish to watch what will happen?” Twilight’s jaw dropped in complete shock as her blatant disregard of the circumstances. “Why aren’t you doing anything? What do you mean watch?” Pinkie yelled in a panic with straight hair. “The guards will only get in John’s way and what I mean watch is see what will happen. I began doing this a few years ago.” “Why?” Rarity asked in confusion. “When he came back with a knife in his stomach. I began to watch so I can prepare the right medical equipment for the job when he comes back.” In a flash the magic screen turned to a third person perspective of John in front of a door and looking all around him. He wanted no one to see where he was going like he was about to do something illegal. Ponies watched with interest as the entered the store. Everypony saw a gray stallion with casual clothes one and his mane was a bleach white. He was behind a bard window and beside the window was items that were being the same bars that covered the entire shelf. The entire room had support beams to keep the roof up to show it was added. Random bags and tables were strategically placed to looked like defenses. It was soon discovered that it was an illegal underground market. John walked up to the stallion with a smile on his face and showed no motions that would signal that he would attack. “What are you doing here?!” The shop keeper whispered loudly. “Those pony traffickers are coming here and I don’t want to die so soon.” As on cue, the door began to open as John silently ran and slid under the table. John in holstered his gun with a swift movement as two stallions and one mare walked in. The mare had rags on instead of normal clothes and wet spots under her eyes and inner thighs show that she was a sex slave as John’s teeth gridded until he silently came out from under. When the mare saw him, she nearly pushed herself and screamed, but John put his finger over his mouth and made sine to be quiet. He walked behind one and kick the back of his knees making him fall on the floor before he hit the side of his head with the gun, knocking him out. With practiced movements, he swiftly aimed at the other stallion and fired the entire clip into him before spin kicking him. John looked at the shop keeper that was smirking at him. “Blanks?” The shop keeper asked. “Damn right. Thanks for not selling me out Kind Profit.” John replied with a smile. He walked to the counter wher the stallion waited for him. “How’s my favorite and only black market dealer doing.” The occupants of the arena were shocked as they saw he was openly supporting an illegal market. A prince was just found to help with illegal fairs. “Good. And thanks for helping me and that mare. I haven’t gotten any weapon shipments to help defend my self lately so I’ve been forced to comply.” Kind said as he looked to that mare. “Are you Okay miss...” “Green Thumb and yes. Thank you for saving me Mr...” Green Thumb said with a smile before trailing off. “John Mavericks, prince of Equestria and protector of Ponyville.” I responded with a smile. “So, what brings you here?” Kind asked with the kindest smile that he always wore. “Something nonlethal. A couple friends were kidnapped and I plan on getting them back.” I leaned on the counter with a kind smile. “Your in luck. I got something new from Griffin Stone. It’s an explosive that has shards of lightning crystal and the explosion is less powerful than a normal bomb do even if the crystal fails, no one will die.” He pulled up block like objects in a wooden crate that were yellow. “Perfect. I’ll take ten and a few more blanks to top off this clip.” John said with a smile. “No healing potions. What gives.” Kind gave a playful smirk that John mimicked. “I got Addermire Solution. My world’s version of healing potions.” John placed a sum of bits on the counter before he began to leave. When he opened the door, he stopped and turned back to the two ponies. “Kind, hide her in the back. When I get back, you’ll know this is over.” He was about to leave when Kind answer with, “With all you helped me with, how could I not. I’ll even giver her clothes free of charge. Take those basturds down.” John nodded with a determined look before he ran at a wall and climbed up with speed to make the Wanderbolts jealous. “So that’s how he gets some of those weapons. If he uses it for good, I see no reason to shut it down.” Princess Celestia said as John continued to go from roof to roof to get to his target. “But... it’s illegal!” Twilight yelled in surprise. “And it’s helped him save hundreds of lives. In Equestria and Dunwall, his home city.” John stopped abruptly as he spotted a warehouse that was told to have his target. The ponies watched as he pulled a skull mask out of his cloak. He looked at it with a sad smile as he stared into its hollowed eyes. “Looks like I’ll become the Anonymous Assassin again.” John said to himself, but hesitated when putting it one before he took a deep breath. “Can I do this without spilling a river of blood or will my anger and rage consum me.” He chuckled as he put on the mask and he spoke again with a distorted voice, “You are too much of an influence on me Outsider, my friend.” John pulled stared at the warehouse as the observers became confused. Celestia was confused at well until she switched it to first person. His vision was zoomed into the large buildings, but one had a glare that stood out from the rest. He amplified it to find a sniper with a small patrol heading to the snipers left. The sniper spotted him and he smirked as he waved at the sharp shooter with a hidden kind smile. The observers wandered what he had planned before a mark that was hidden under the cloths that cover his hand before he disappeared in dark smoke. He appeared on the ground with horrible luck as it was in front of a patrol. He raised his hand and, in an instant, they all fell to the floor unconscious, but John picked them up and hid them. “There are other options than doing this. Sometimes, what you think is the only way, is one of many.” He stood back up and ran to an alley to hid. “That’s why I avoid killing.” He ran from alley to alley until he found himself in the roof of the warehouse that held his main target at the moment. He opened the skyline with practiced silence. He poked his head it and observed the situation. There was two guards underneath him on the top catwalk underneath him, Six on the second story, and thirteen on the bottom floor. John shot one of the two on the cat walk with a sleep bolt before dropping on the other causing him to fall stomach first on the floor as the other passed out. With speed and power that came with years of experience, he slammed the head, of the stallion he landed on, into the ground, knocking him out and with complete silence. “Okay,” John whispered to himself, “just like the howler compounds, just without the corpses hanging from the roof and scattered on the ground. Man, I really hope there is a gang like Slackjaw’s here, or at least another assassin.” The on lookers became exceedingly creeped out after his discrimination of a howler’s compound compared to that one. To their shock, they found themselves silently cheering for the supernatural assassin. John found a observation deck that had two of the six on the second floor. He found a roof entrance on the top of the observation room that he opened silently. He didn’t even wait as he dropped on the one behind the other, covering his mouth with a hand and punching the side of his head before grabbing the last guy and chocking him out on the floor to not be seen by the other four. Apparently, they were examining a strange bag that John recognized as it was a plague doctor’s bag. It was still in first person so they saw everything he saw. John opened it and immediately closed it within half a second. “I hate you sometimes Outsider.” He opened the bag and, without seeing the object, pulled it out to revile a heart. It looked like it was hollow with gears inside the heart while barbed wire and normal wires came from the inside. It scared the hell out of every one watching John, but he didn’t look fazed as the princess was about to change it to third person but looked at the sniper and gently squeezed the heart causing it to beat, the gears to turn, and a distorted voice made itself known. “Do this for the family, do this for your children, and do it for her.” John seemed happy as it helped him understand who to knock out and who would help. In the rest of the compound, he found that the rest wanted money and found the guy he was looking for. John disappeared in a black smoke again and reappeared in a dark corner as a guard began to walk by. Like a cobra, he pulled him behind the corner and chocked him out in the cover of the shadow that consumed John’s entire form. He teleported behind another guard while the rest weren’t looking and hit him on the back of the neck, knocking him out, and gently laid him on the ground. John teleported above the next guy and fell on him, with his boot on the back of the guy’s head causing more force on his head. John was lucky that a chain snapped as it was carrying a cage with other ponies and landed with a loud bang that covered John’s loud attack. John crept behind the last stallion behind that was holding the sniper with a confused expression. Demands to go into the back room we’re made to all those that were free from the cage. John covered the stallion’s mouth so he wouldn’t scream after being scared. “Don’t worry. I know why your doing this. Help me and I can insure that you won’t go to prison.” John said kindly to not frighten the poor stallion. The stallion nodded after he noticed that he wasn’t using force to keep his mouth shut. The sound of a door closing was all that was heard as John used dark vision and saw that his target was with the kidnapped ponies. John smiled as he threw one of the electric explosives to ground level and detonated it. Ten went down as three got behind cover to avoid the shrapnel that electrified the other ten. John jumped down to the bottom level, landing between two guards with their swords ready. John wasted no time in extending his sword and blocking the attack before kicking him in the stomach. He blocked an attack from behind as he heard the wind being cut by the blade before getting him in a choke hold and throw him. He wasted no time in kicking the downed guard in the side of the head. “That’s one heck of a kick.” The guard John kick said as he got to his feet. “No surprise I have strong legs. I’m a freerunner after all.” John responded with the mask distorting his voice. “If you kill me here, I want to know one thing.” John interrupted the guard. “I’m not going to kill you.” John stood with a his guard up, but looking casual. “Who are you?” The guard was struggling to to stay up. John discreetly activated dark vision to see his target listening in. “The Anonymous Assassin. That’s all you need to know.” With out wasting a beat, John kicked the stallion in his lower jaw causing him to fly backwards. “Damn.” The stallion behind John said. John wasted no time in in standing in front of the door as he prepared wind blast. He used the ability and destroying the door as his target burst through the other exit that he must have been guarding. John gave chaise until he found that he wasn’t gaining any ground. Celestia turned it back to third person as John crossed his arm while preparing an ability. John slung then to his side as his body turned into a shadow that looked like a monster in foal’s stories. John swept the stallion’s legs out from under him while getting out of the ability. John picked up the stallion by the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the wall. “Where the fuck is your boss!” John yelled in anger. The voice distortion making it sound ten times more haunting. “Burn in Tartarus you son of a bitch.” He growled back in anger. John took his right arm in both hands and snapped it like a twig, making the ponies cover their mouths in horror. The stallion’s screaming echoed through the streets of Cloudsdale. “I’ll do anything to save my friends! I could just kill you and have the Outsider take information from you head soul. I’m giving you a chance to live.” John didn’t try to hide the hate from his tone that would poison anyone in a hundred miles. “In the mansion on the other side of town. Please don’t kill me.” The stallion was whimpering in John’s grasp. John got to his ear and spoke with the same venom that leaked from his words “I’m not a monster like you.” He dropped the stallion and knees him in the face. He walked away as the sniper ran up to the supernatural assassin with sweat poring down his face. “Hold on!” The stallion, that John didn’t knock out, said as he came up behind him. “Where am I going to go? I’m going to be haunted down for helping you... and my family, what about them?” The stallion was in distress about his situation. John looked thoughtful for a moment before he looked around to see if anyone was around. John sighed as he had no way of doing this without having to impose on some. “Go to the black market location behind the Drunken Pegasus. Take your family there and tell Kind Profit that I sent you Mr...” John trailed off at the stallion’s name. “Hawk Eye and thanks for the help. How will I know when we can leave?” Hawk Eye asked in curiosity. “When I enter the store then you know it’s over.” John disappeared in dark smoke and reappeared on the roof of a building. “This isn’t an ‘if’, this will be win.” John pulled out his sniper over his head after he stopped near the mansion. “Don’t worry Rainbow and Shy, I’ll get you out.”