Some cars sauntered past me on the old road, trash and junk littering the streets and dark side walks, old and useless solar lights sit pointing into the sky. I reach down and pick up some of the junk as I walk, putting it into my saddle bags as I walk. Mostly the scrap metal that looks like it would be useful. My Prosthetic arm lagging a bit, making me focus on keeping it in sync with my other legs. My eyes roam along the ground as I walk, a door opens ahead of me, looks like a door to a bar. 2 clearly drunk mares come out, talking to each other. Wearing brand-new Sky Guard uniforms, the one on the right asks if the one on the left is safe to fly home, the one on the left says yes and she gets ready to take off. My eyes widen and I grab her by the tail, stopping the mare from slamming into a light pole. Both mares seem relatively surprised by my presence.
"Maybe you should walk home Miss." I say to the pegasus, her tail still in my mechanical talons. My voice coming out a bit gravelly from under use. Both mares look at me a bit funnily and the one that was about to hit the pole lands. I release her tail.
"Err, thanks mister. I think I will walk home.." She says to me, looking me up and down before stumbling over to her friend. They start to walk away and I turn back to my own business of collecting shit no-one else wants. I turn the corner and keep walking. Picking up scrap along the way. As I walk past an alley way I smell what kinda smells like rotting meat. I stop and turn to look down the alley, it's not very long with a dumpster on each side of the entrance, a pile of trash bags and cardboard boxes and a ladder that goes up to the roof of the building. I turn and head down the alley in pursuit of the ungodly stench.
I go between the dumpster and approach the piles of trash. My cat-like ears lower and my green eyes widen a bit, my light grey beak frowning as I sit down. My very similar catty tail wrapping around my side. In front of me rests a dead female griffin, recently beaten to death and was most definitely starving before hand. She was striped clean of everything and I hope that's in. I reach over to her face and close her eyes. My ears return to being perked as I hear hooves beat against the stone behind me. My large silver wings stretch out a bit. By the sounds of it two ponies are walking up, maybe zebra? They have hooves at least. 2 speak, one with a kinda high pitched voice, not female, just high pitched. The other one with a definitive foreign accent.
"You are in the wrong neighborhood Beaky... You know we don't like your kind around here." The High-Pitched one rather rudely states. The Foreign lad speaks as well.
"Aye Laddie.. Ye kind shouldn't be 'ere. Shoulda stayed on yer cliff top. 'Either way you'd end up dead!" I hear the hoofsteps on the Foreign Lad's side start to approach me but the High-Pitched buck stops him.
"Hold on," He said. "Look at him. If we leave him alive we could sell him to those underground arenas. I just wonder if he's a fighter.." He says with a hinting tone in his voice, while they were talking I reached into my tattered black track jacket and pulled out some polished Bronze Knuckle Dusters. Putting them on my right, and real, talon. I turn my head a bit as I clench my Cybernetic Talons into a fist.
"You want to see if I can fight?" My voice is deep from how little I use it, and kind of soft. "Then let's fight." This time my voice was strong, I quickly raise up, putting my left paw forward and jerking my right leg around, flapping my wings as I do so causing me to turn to an upright position as I swing around, forcing my fist to follow beside me, The High-pitched stallion jumps backwards just in time to dodge my metallic fist but his larger and more cumbersome friend doesn't have the time to do so. My fist makes contact with his cheek, I can see it in almost perfect slow motion as my fist pushes into his cheek I can stay it start to cave, my fist coming into contact with his jaw, the momentum was carrying from my foreleg into his jaw. The momentum carries him into the wall, he's instantly knocked out and I turned my eyes to the skinny one.
His eyes widen and he pulls out a knife, charging towards me with the knife in his mouth. I thrust my normal fist into his face, the Knuckle Duster clearly hurt him as he stumbles backwards. He shakes his head and rushes at me and uses his tongue to turn the knife around me and goes to jab the knife into me. I shoot my prosthetic arm up and grab the knife, breaking blade off of the handle and punching him in the chest with my good arm, making him stumble. Before I can think about I slide the tip of the blade down to the tip of my talons and I turn on my rear legs, lifting the blade as my metal arm goes backwards, launching forward with force, releasing the knife about halfway. The sharp blade glistens in the artificial light and gets lodged in the stallion's face. The stallion's expression gets stuck in a shocked face, blood trickling down. My breathing starts to pick up as I stare at the dead stallion, looking down to me metallic talons and horror and shock, even a bit in anger. Quickly I turn around and quickly start climbing the ladder.
I swing over the side of the building and starts running along the roof, jumping onto the wall that's around the roof and jumping across and alley way, running along the buildings I jump onto a small metal chimney and using that to get onto a higher roof. Jumping down onto a shorter one I vault over the side and land in the street in a different part of the neighborhood. My wings widen and I start to hover, putting my head in my talons, unable to entirely comprehend what happened. I hear a lot of hooves and I look around, ponies walking out of stores and dark alley ways. I'm hovering next to an old car that was clearly vandalized. A multitude of the ponies start to yell at me.
"You in the wrong place Chicken."
"Poor decision coming here my friend!"
"Hope you don't plan on going no where"
I look around at all the ponies, hoping on the car, "H-hey I don't want any trouble with any of y'all." My voice cracking a bit in that sentence. "I'm messing with my own shit right now..." I say, keeping my eyes on everypony as much as I could. A stallion chuckles.
"That right Chicken? Then why you got on that Knuckle Duster?" My eyes widen a bit and I look down to my good talons, still grasping the Knuckle Dusters tightly. I quickly take them off and put them back in my jacket.
"I got in a fight earlier, forgot to take them off..?" I kinda ask softly. It's clear he's going to attack me anyway and I definitely can't take out all of them on my own. One behind me jumps at me, my ear turning to him and I side step, getting on my back paws and grabbing him by the rear hoof, using his momentum to swing him around and I threw him at the biggest guy, knocking the brute off his hooves. That gets an all out rage as ponies start to try and pick up the car, they succeed in pushing it over. I slide onto the floor and look up at the car about to flip over onto me, I roll out from under it and stand up again just in time to get punched in the face by the stallion that noted the Knuckle Dusters. I feel a bit of my beak crack from the punch and it hurts like the fucking devil. He smiles a bit.
"Aww... Is the chicken going to cry?" He makes a mock sad face at me and a bunch of the pones start laughing. I straighten up and left my left arm, punching it forward right into his nose, the snap is very audible and his head jerks back from the punch, throwing him into the crowd of ponies. All the ponies look at the K.O'd stallion then at me. They instantly charge at me. They decide to quickly hit the breaks as they hear the roar of a diesel engine. Sounds like a Moth, i'd say 720 horsepower from the sound of it.. A black 1997 Peterbilt 379 with a raised sleeper, bull horn stacks and a bull-bar on the front of the shortened hood. Well that's normal length for the 379, Short for the 389... You get the point. The bull-bar and Smokestacks are matte black, same as my prosthetic, the rims on the truck painted black as well. It's pulling a 53'' drive-van with matching black rims. The rig comes to a stop with the passenger door right in front of me.
"Oh shit the Chicken is getting it now!" One of the ponies call out. The door swings open and I see a black pegasus mare, her muzzle is a faded pink then it thins out to a bolt like line that goes to her rear, the line outlined in dark purple. The end of her wings are tipped with pink. Her mane is very dark purple with a pink stripe in it. She is wearing a plain white t-shirt. The mare motions at me to get in the truck and I rush forward, one of the ponies calling out.
"She's helping him escape!" That causes a surge of ponies rush forward, all trying to get on the truck. I get in the seat and before I get the door closed the mare slams her hoof down on the accelerator, taking it off and putting it on the clutch as she shifts to second then the same when she shifts to 3rd. Soon getting to a moderate speed and flying down the tight streets, doing her best to stay on the same road for as long as possible. I look over at her.
"Who in the right mind saves a griffin in this town?" The mare gives me a testy smile as she glances at me and says simply.
"I do." she chuckles a bit. "First off, i'm Interspace. Second off, what the fuck did you do!?" Interspace yells the last part a bit.
"Wow calm down a bit... I'm Hilt Mars, you can call me Mars. And... I.. Just kinda pissed them off by being there..." I say the last part a bit quietly. She nods in understanding, that's how most griffins in the slummy areas get attacked. Just being there. She glances in her mirror.
"Shit... There are some ponies on my trailer..." She mutters. I look at her.
"What's your plan when they get to the cab?" I ask with a tone of worry in my voice.
"Hope they don't get to the cab." Is all she says. She crashes through a fence and turns onto a newer road, instantly getting on the Highway and streaking down the road, staying at normal speeds and the ponies start to get more leeway on the trailer. I frown.
"Relax, I got this." I say with a confidant smile. I open the door and climbs onto the roof, using my rear paw to close the door. I run along the sleeper and jump up high, letting the speed of the truck carry me as I drop kick a pony off the back of the trailer, he lands on the hood of a car behind the truck, causing it to pull over. 'One down and 3 to go...' I thought to myself. The other 3 currently confused staring at the sudden griffin. I take the opportunity to jump up and charge a pony and throws them off the trailer onto an over pass, I am guessing the landed on it. Another jumps at me and I roll onto my back, kicking him off of the trailer. The last one looks at me, he pulls out a gun with his mouth and fires at me, it grazes my neck, lucky miss, and causes a stinging pain. I run to him and punches his surprised face hard with my normal fist. The punch throws him onto a dumptruck heading the other way. I shake my hand a bit and go back to the truck, swinging into it. I smile at this Interspace.
"All taken care of." She returns my smile.