The light illuminates the stage, as a large red curtain opened to reveal a man wearing the costume of The Box Ghost. He looks directly into the crowd as he speaks.
“The following story contains blood, death, and widespread destruction. If you find any of those factors uncomfortable or sickening, then why the hell are you reading a Resident Evil story?” The author gives a wide smile. “As always, all rights go to their respective owners, and no copyright infringement is intended.”He scans the audience, making eye contact. “Please remember that this is a fictional tale, and is not to be overanalyzed and to be told to everyone in Equestria how scientifically unlikely it is.” His eye narrow. “That means you Twilight.” Grumbling can be heard from the front row. The man snaps his fingers, and the lights begin to dim. “And please, enjoy the- AUUUGGHH!!!!!” The writer runs off screaming like a little girl as a bolt of lightning strikes him in his hinny.
“BAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!” Rainbow Dash, wearing her Shadowbolt costume, floats onto the stage atop a small storm cloud, laughing hysterically. Taking a few deep breaths to compose herself, Dash faces the crowd.
“Happy Halloween Everypony!” She says. “Enjoy the show!”
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The chase continued, as they rounded building after burning building, neither one slowing their pace. He refused to allow the sharp pain in his side distract him.
He refused to slow down. He would not let her get away. Not when he was so close.
“Jace! Wait!” Someone was yelling from behind him. It was Twilight, but he didn’t care. She didn’t understand, none of them understood quite like him. Up ahead, he saw his target round a corner, making such a basic mistake in her haste to get away. Jace moved to cut her off, taking a shortcut by leaping over a small fence. She rounded the building just as he did, the two colliding with one another. Jace hurled the smaller woman against the alley corner. She hit her head against the wall as her body flailed for balance. Dazed, she collapsed to the ground, leaning against the wall as the world was blurry around her.
Jace took the shotgun slung over his shoulder, chambering a round.
“This ends now.” He took aim. Even in her disoriented state, the woman could see the barrel of the gun aimed strait at her head. She closed her eyes, and waited for the end.
Jace squeezed the trigger, and suddenly found himself airborne as the buckshot struck harmlessly into the wall next to the woman. The man suddenly found himself falling, as a pair of strong arms sent him crashing to the ground. His impact forced him to slack his grip, sending the shotgun skittering away. Jace leaped to his feet, throwing a punch at the hulking mass of desert camouflage that was attacking him. His opponent smoothly dodged the blow, and countered with a roundhouse kick. Jace ducked under the heavy boot, and tackled the man, sending them both rolling in the dirt as they kicked and punched one another. Jace stuck his leg between himself and his attacker, then he kicked outwards, rocking back on his spine as he launched the man over his head.
He scrambled to get upright, reaching a hand towards his waist and retrieving his pistol from its holster. As he brought it to bare on his enemy, he saw that he too was staring down the barrel of a gun.
The two men stared down one another for a few seconds, catching their breath. Twilight, Storm, and the others had arrived
“Put your gun down Jace,” The man said. “Whatever you’re thinking now isn’t the time!”
“How can you say that Spar?” Jace growled. “You should understand! You were there!”
“I was,” Spar replied calmly. “But I also know that there’s nothing we can do about it. Not now.”
“Bullshit!” Jace spat. “How many Spar? Thousands? Hundreds of thousands?! HOW MANY HAVE DIED BECAUSE OF THAT BITCH?!”