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// Chapter 3 
// Story: Max Payne: Pony Pioneer 
// by Acclamations 
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Chapter 3: Calvin

Max stepped out of the hospital and took a deep breath. His head spun a bit from using his Bullet Time but it died down, eventually. He stretched his limbs and kicked his legs, hearing an audible crack. Max looked around, seeing Canterlot for the first time. It took him a minute to remember that all of this were made by ponies. Max sucked his teeth, and started to head into the city. Ponies with high class attire waddled their way into their houses, oblivious to the giant monkey walking behind them. Max continued to walk, looking around. A jewelry shop, a french restaurant, all fancy and high top. Max sighed. It reminded him of New York. A lot. The smell of gasoline, the polluted air, the hot summers and cold winters, he missed it all. His wife, his kid. Max shook his head, kicking a rock. It rolled down the street, tumbling down a steep part of the city. 
Max looked up, realizing where he was. It was night time, already. The smell of the cold went into his nostrils, making him breathe a bit better. 
“Ow...” A voice said. Max turned his head to the voice, which led to an alleyway. Max saw a pony in the alleyway, rubbing her hoof. The moonlight illuminated a bit of her body, and Max saw her calloused hoof. Max made his way to the voice, and looked down at the pony. She had a pointy hat, with the pictures of the moon on it. She had a cape and her body was blue, with a horn on top. The pony looked up at Max, and her eyes widened like dinner plates. She scuttled to the end of the alleyway, breathing heavily. Max just walked to the pony, and bent down, getting a good look on her. Purple eyes.
“Wh-who are you!?” The pony shouted, trying to scare Max off. Max smirked.
“Just a stranger in an unknown place.” Max said, quietly. The pony calmed down a little, but she was still cautious, breathing a little more softly.
“That makes two of us.” She responded, shyly. A breeze came through, making the pony wrap her cape around herself. Max raised an eyebrow.
“What’s your name?” Max asked. The pony hesitated for a bit before giving her name.
“T-Trixie.” She said. She hid deeper into her cape, only her eyes and horn poking out. Max smiled, and scooped up the mare into his arms.
“W-what are you doing! Let me g-” Max put his hand over the mare’s head.
“Shh, quiet.” Max said. And Trixie did, silently observing the giant monkey before her. He looked resolute, of what, she didn’t know, but it sparked her curiosity. Max walked out of the alley, another breeze blown. Trixie’s started to have her teeth chatter, so Max ran, quickly this time. He ran past a street and skidded past a few corners to make his way to his destination. He stopped in front of the place and walked in, Trixie pressing herself against Max’s chest. The nurse was too tired to notice Max, playing Scrabble on her iPony 5. Max slipped by and pressed the button for the elevator, slipping inside. Max got off at the 98th floor and went inside his hospital room, slipping Trixie inside the bed. She instantly warmed up and smiled, snugly secure under the sheets. Her eyes were already closed, bringing her into a more comfortable sleep. Max smiled a bit, before noticing the mess still from the encounter with Sparks. He picked up the fallen paintings and hung them back on the wall, before sitting down on the plush chair. 





Max sat there, thinking idly at the turn of events that had just happened. He came close to taking an innocent pony’s life today. He sighed, picking up a magazine out of a large stack on the table next to him, and started reading. He glanced at the clock, reading around 8 PM. 
Ten hours later, Max was sleeping soundly on the chair, the stack of magazines now on the floor, acting as a leg rest. The blinding sunlight hit Max, making him fidget a bit before waking up. He squinted and yawned, stretching his arms. His suit kept him warm but it was cold on the outside, icy to the touch. He caught the sound of humming, and a shower coming from the bathroom. Max looked back at the bed and saw the sheets overturned. Making his way, he fixed up the bed himself, before rubbing his eyes. The door to the bathroom opened, as a wet Trixie dried herself off with a towel. It was then when Trixie realized Max had awoken. She stared for a brief second before diving back into the bathroom, slamming the door. Max chuckled, putting a hand to his head.
“I didn’t know you woke up...” Trixie said, trying to get over her embarrassment. 
“It’s ok, there’s nothing to worry about.” Max said, reassuringly. Trixie finished drying herself and exited the bathroom, rubbing her neck awkwardly. 
“So, a hospital, huh?” Trixie asked. She noticed when she woke up that the nurses had threatened to throw her out when Max, the patient, was supposed to be getting rest. 
“Yeah, it’s the only place I know with a bed here.” Max popped open a bottle of whiskey from a secret pocket in his suit and chugged it, giving a satisfying sound afterwards. It was then and there that the doors flung open, greeting Max and Trixie to a very tired Twilight Sparkle. 
“I finally found you!” Twilight huffed. She panted, looking as if she had been running around the world, looking for something. Trixie looked confused. She looked at Max, who gritted his teeth.
“Shit.” Max said plainly. 
“What happened, Max? Why is Twilight here?” Trixie nudged Max in his shin, who gave her a quick look, telling her to not ask questions for now. 
“Max is a threat to Equestria and I need to bring him to see the Princess.” Twilight charged her horn and aimed it at Max. Trixie’s eyes widened.
“Max, what did you do?” Trixie asked again. Max then quickly grabbed Trixie by the neck and brung her close, taking his pistol out of his pocket. Twilight immediately stopped the spell as soon as Max pressed the gun against Trixie’s head.
“What are you doing! What is that thing? Let me go!” Trixie struggled in Max’s grasp, but Max had other plans.
“Just play along, I’m not going to harm you.” Max hissed. Trixie stopped after a little while, eventually making a silent agreement.
“Don’t hurt Trixie, Max! You have nothing to gain if you do!” Twilight said, full with confidence, when really she was nervous at Max’s actions. 
“Oh, quite the opposite, Sparks. I do have something to gain.” Max looked at Trixie’s purple eyes, seeing the fear in her. Max whispered something to Trixie’s ear, and stood up, the gun still pointed at Trixie’s head. She was shaking now, whatever Max had said had shocked her. Before Twilight could react, Max pulled the trigger, and out went Trixie, slamming into the floor. Smoke hissed out of Max’s pistol, before aiming the sights at Twilight. 
A murder, was all that Twilight could think of. Glancing at Trixie’s lifeless body, rage started to build up in her system. She started to cry, tears streaming down her face and dripping on the red carpet. In a shout of anger, Twilight casted a spell on Max, making him disappear.

Author's Note: Just... not even. The ending was so atrocious I decided to rid of it.