A Drip of Blood for your Thoughts



An MLP/Hitman Crossover

ICA Secret Lab - Brazil

All my life until now has been a lie. First, I tried to kill one of my best friends after going crazy for some unknown reason. Then I get plunged into some place I thought it was Tartarus where a maneless creature wearing a white suit with an expressionless face tried to kill me but gives up because he thinks I am his sister? Me? A pegasus pony who has been alone her entire life is now the sister of a creature that has nothing to do with ponies? This has to be an awful dream or a huge illusion made by the Lord of Tartarus. I know I am talking to myself like a crazy pony but my world has gone crazier enough like that. It must end somehow. IT...MUST...STOP!

Shaking all around, Scootaloo woke up with a start, sweating heavily, panting loudly and eyes bulging like they were going to pop out anytime. She looked around her: Everything in the room she was was white; the bed, bedsheet, walls, windows, door, even the vase and flowers (Fleur de Lis) were white. She was into something she never saw since she had the habit to see everything in colors, rainbows and sunshine. Her first thought was to get out of here but she couldn't: Her left hind hoof was hurting her for some reason. She didn't recall being hurt by something or somepony unless that creature has turned her into that injured state so that she couldn't run away. The poor filly was frozen in terror, still thinking that it was a trick from the Lord of Tartarus when suddenly, she heard a knock on the door.
"I am coming in." the female voice said, tilting the doorknob and entering. It was another creature like the one Scootaloo saw but it had a feminine black dress from head to toe. Its hat was covering all of its face and its only feature distinguisable was her slender stature. The creature approached Scootaloo, whose eyes never quit the newcomer who pulled out a chair and sat down from afar, glancing behind her thick black sunglasses the pony.
"I am impressed" it uttered, smiling "When 47 told me about him having an unexpected witness, he didn't mention such a cute little thing like you." 47? This is the second time now she hears that number.
"W-what is 47?" she asked, fear clear on her face.
"The correct question would be 'who is 47'?" a familiar voice answered as a familiar creature came out of the closet opposite to her bed "47 would be me." It was indeed the maneless creature that struck terror into her heart, only wearing a trendy black suit with an elegant crimson red tie. Scootaloo's eyes widened as the creature came out of the closet: She fidgeted all over the bed and even fell off. Limping, she tried to get away.
"G-get away from me! Don't hurt me! I did nothing!" Only one thought was in her mind: To disappear from this world. She couldn't get far in her state as she was tired and injured. She was approached by the black-dressed female creature, was picked up and put back into her bed gentlely. It turned its head to the maneless creature.
"47! What were you doing in there? You scared our guest here!" it said in a commanding tone.
"I just wanted to survey if it does something out of the ordinary that's all." it answered monotonusly.
Scootaloo was on the verge of tears as she watched the exchange between the two creatures. She was sniffing loud enough for them to hear her.
"I just want to go to where I belong! P-please can you just spare all the fuss and carry me to Tartarus? I am sick of seeing these illusions all around." the terrified pony said, holding her head with her hooves.
"Tartarus?" the female creature said. She had heard of the word before. "You mean Hell? You silly creature! You're not dead and you're speaking of Hell already?"
"Of course I am! I mean I was going to kill my friend then my other friend knocked me out in order to prevent me from killing her and then they threw me in the ravine. If this is not a place from Tartarus then" She rose her hooves into the air "WHERE THE HAY AM I?" She yelled, stomping her hooves into the bed. An electric current came out from her hooves. The female noticed it in the nick of time and got away. Then the whole bed was electrified then was simply reduced into ashes by the powerful lightning shock that came out of what it seems to be the hooves of the pegasus and somehow the latter was unharmed. 47 himself couldn't believe his eyes. Then he snapped and held a hand to the woman in order for her to get up. Scootaloo couldn't believe her eyes: She was able to do something even normal pegasi can't do; create lightning out of thin air. Normal pegasi start by flying of all things but her, doing something out of the ordinary, just blew her mind. But nevertheless, she was panting heavily from the first experience. She eyed the two creatures.
"What... the... hay... do you want from me? Why didn't you kill me when you had the chance? I would better rot in Tartarus then speak to the likes of you." The filly, who used to be crying from the sight of those two, was now glaring menacingly at them and was on the defensive, ready to strike again from the now metallic grilled rests of the bed.
47 on the other hand glared back at the pony: An assassin like him had not the right of underestimating anything, no matter how small or cute it looked. He slowly approached the pony until he was one meter away.
"It seems that we took the matter from the wrong hand... or hoof if you want to." 47 spoke in the same monotonus tone as before. He wasn't a good negociator but the situation was nearly out of reach. "Diana, it seems that we were really rude with our guest, right?"
"Indeed we were, 47, indeed we were!" the newly introduced Diana said "How rude we were! We didn't even introduce ourselves. My name is Diana Burnwood and this is Agent 47. We are affilated in the ICA or International Contract Agency for short. You were brought here by Agent 47 in order to answer us a few questions regarding top secret matters of extreme importance to our organisation." she eloquently said. It seems that she was the right person for the job after all.
Scootaloo eyed the female; this Diana character might help her, unlike some other 'oddball' there.
"You can ask me any question you want but in two conditions" she stated "Please get this baldhead away from me! His sight is somewhat unpleasing and it's impossible to get at ease while him was around and two, you will honestly answer my own set of questions when I'm done." Diana was quite taken aback by the requests; sure she tried to hold her laughter at the whole 'baldhead' comment, much to 47's irritation, but she complied by nodding and gesturing for 47 to leave. As he turned his head, the purple eyes of the pony noticed something black: A barcode to be exact. She remembered when he told her about seeing something in her back but she perished the thought for now as 47 was no longer in sight.
"Now" Diana said "Shall we commence our line of questionning? Good! First question: Who and what are you?"
"The name is Scootaloo: Pegasus pony from Ponyville." the cartoonish orange pony replied without hesitation.
"How are you sentient?" this question was a bit vague but Scootaloo understood something out of it.
"What do you mean? Are ponies not sentient in here? Do they get mute in the afterlife or what?" she asked.
"Afterlife? No this isn't the afterlife! You should have noticed by now! And yes, equines are not sentient here if that's what you mean."
"Then the answer to your question is yes, everypony is sentient from where I am from." she replied. Diana rose an eyebrow as she shook her head from disbelief. She then saw her wings.
"Are you a pegasus?" she asked. Scootaloo raised an eyebrow.
"How do you know about pegasi?" she asked back, fluttering her wings and making them noticeable for Diana who raised both her eyebrows, whistling.
"We know about them because they're believed to be mythical, non-existant beings. As for now, you're the only pegasus on the face of the Earth." she answered back.
"Earth?" Scootaloo gasped "But our planet is called Earth too." Diana's eyes widened at this statement. An alternate Earth to theirs? Things couldn't get more interesting: She needed to investigate more.
"I think you are on another dimension, little pony!" she stated, getting Scootaloo's attention "You're not dead and you do not know where you are thinking you are in Hell but we know this is not Hell so you're alive but indeed you are in another dimension." This was the only logical explaination she could share with the orange filly now. "Now, do you have a clue how did you get in here; of course leaving the part of the attempt of murder aside?" She asked again. The mention of the attempt made Scootaloo reluctant to answer but she still shook her head at the fact.
"Interesting" Diana resumed "How did you create lightning out of thin air like that?" This question made Scootaloo place a hoof under her chin and thought about the answer. She finally said:
"I don't know! I really don't know!" Diana quirked an eyebrow at this.
"If you don't know then why did you ponder that long for the answer?" she asked.
"I just have a theory about this: You see in my world, Our Princessess control the Sun and the Moon" This made Diana whistle, but she let her continue. "The main task of pegasi is to control weather and they mainly move clouds and stomp them in order for rain and lightning to come out from the cloud; of course that is done according to a schedule made by the weather control responsibles. For some reason, baby pegasi can fly since birth but I am a teen yet I can't still fly. This is strange, don't you think?" Diana just nodded at the explaination since Scootaloo was her own world's expert now.
"And you're a pegasus, yet there are no clouds to move around but you still created lightning? Interesting case and I probably have the answer for that mystery." Scootaloo's eyes widened: How can someone who just met her for the first time knew that much about her?
"Care to tell me, please?" She was excited to know where her powers came from.
"But if I tell you this, you probably are not going to like it! It might cause you mental pain or-"
"I suffered enough in order to find who I am, you know that?" she interrupted her, angryly "Since I was born, I wanted to know who I am. I was in an orphan first of all but I escaped the orphanage due to mistreatement. I lived alone, hiding behind secrets the whole time: A miserable life where I worked hard in rock farms and delivery services in order to earn scholarship. I made friends just recently, friends that I didn't want them to share my pain and how I return the favor: By trying to kill one of them before being seperated from my own world and getting here because of that bald guy now I will not leave without an answer so please, tell me!" Because she was crying, she didn't notice that electricity crackled in her front hooves. Diana sighed: She knew that what she was going to say wasn't going to be pretty but it was her request.
"Alright! If you insist" Scootaloo calmed down to listen to her. "After being unconcious, 47 brought you here in order to do some tests on you, to see what kind of metabolism you possess. We found out that your wings were real and all but we discovered three things in your body. First, your body is for some unknown reason similar to humans, the name of our race. You have 46 chromosomes just like us while normally a horse or an equine if you want has 64 in our world. I don't know how to explain this but it's your nature and your creation to be like that." Scootaloo could only nod in approval. "The second thing was what we found in your left hind hoof" she pointed at the injured foot as she showed some sort of chip "This has been placed in your hoof in order to whoever planted this on you to follow you, control some of your actions or probably destroy you if you posed a threat somehow somewhat." The little pony was enraged; she intended to discover who did that to her but she decided to let Diana finish her speech "The final point is that you are not a normal pony at all!"
"But didn't you say that before?" she retorted
"I am not finished! Even by your standards you're not a normal pony! We have found traces of the 47th chromosome inside of your body which explains the barcode behind your skull. The 47th chromosome gives its possessor enhanced physical and mental powers but in your case it gave you enhanced control over lightning and for some reason has omitted or delayed your ability to fly." Scootaloo's eyes were out of their sockets of amazement: A change of metabolism that can give power? Even Twilight would be crazed enough if she found out such thing existed.
"There is more and I arrived at the point you won't like" Scootaloo snapped out and looked sternly at Diana "Agent 47 possesses the same chromosome hence his name, 47. You are the same as him: A clone created from other humans or ponies genes. I am sorry but you don't have parents, little pony, you have a creator, a rutheless creator known as Otto Wolfgang Ort-Meyer!" As she heard these words, all Hell in Scootaloo's mind broke loose. The poor filly couldn't comprehend the rush of sudden information inside her head. She held her head in pain.

I am a clone? I am a pony who is not supposed to have an existance in this world? Why do I exist then? What is my purpose? Why did this 'Ort-Meyer' fellow created me? I refuse to believe that I am some sort of experiment! This is not what I learned! This is not what I liked! This is not ME!

Scootaloo panted heavily, trying to control her rage.
"The problem is" Diana started "that 47, who was also created by the scientist, killed him!"
That bald head was created by him too? I see what he meant by being his sister. Wait! He killed him?
"How is he still alive then?" asked Scootaloo, gripping Diana's hand.
"I-I don't know! I have no idea! This is the reason why we kept you alive: You are the only lead to Ort-Meyer as we believe that he's in your world."
Scootaloo slowly dropped Diana's hand. She hunched her head down, crying.
"So, my father is evil?" she said rethorically "If he is then Equestria and my friends are in danger!" Then she realised something "You said that 47, my supposed to be brother, killed my father, right? That makes my brother a killer, right?"
Diana was in shock; she called 47 her brother?
"47, I didn't lie when I said you are beginning to soften a bit" she chuckled at the thought. "Your 'supposed to be brother' is in fact an ICA assassin! Our organization's goal is to eliminate corrupt people who use money, drugs, weaponry etc for their own goals and hide their crimes from the eyes of common people and politicians." Scootaloo sighed.
"I suppose that I had a wrong idea about 47. In my world, killing is forbidden and unheard of. I never saw anypony getting killed or anypony kill in that matter except in case of wars."
"This is why we need to save your world now that we know that Ort-Meyer is alive! Your world... erm" she put a hand behind her head
"Equestria!" Scootaloo beamed.
"Equestria, is in danger and only God knows what lurks behind the shadows." she smiled at the filly who smiled in her turn.
Suddenly, Diana heard her mobile phone ringing. Scootaloo was startled again.
"Oh! This machine lets you talk to people that are very far away! Now excuse me? Hello-" she turned her face away and spoke a little bit loud.
"Ok, sir! Ok! Handle us information for your target into our database and we'll send our best into action. We'll keep in touch!"
"Was that a client asking for a killing contract? That was way too cool!" The filly said, impressed by what she had overheard.
"Y-yes, that was exactly it!" She dialed 47's number asking him to come back and he indeed came back as soon as he recieved the call.
"You asked for me saying there was a contract! You know how I work Diana so..." 47 said in a stern commanding tone, ignoring Scootaloo who was present at the time.
"B-b-b-b-" the latter tried to utter something which gathered their attention "Brother! I am so sorry for what I've done!" 47 was taken aback by the new appelation: Brother? That was new. Diana couldn't resist the urge to laugh at 47 who really looked pissed off.
"Could I help my brother in taking out his target?" 47's eyes widened at the request and Diana choked on her laughter.
"*cough* W-what did you just say? You know, this is no child's play, little one. True you're the brother of our most notorious silent assassin but you're not, I mean NOT cut out for this at all." The filly's eyes full of determination never quit 47's eyes.
"Just what happened between you two, Diana?" asked 47
"Long story, 47! I'll fill you the details later but the job comes first. Your cash has been filed into your bank account already! You have until the 1st of January 2007 to complete the mission which leaves you one week of preparation." But he wasn't paying attention to Diana. His eyes was still fixed on his supposed to be sister.
"Are you really sure you want to do this?" He said, poining a finger at her.
"47? It is not of your habits to work with someone and yet with someone who doesn't have experience at all!"
"I was in her age when I first killed, Diana! I understand the meaning to be rejected but having a family? It's a total new experience for me as Father Vittorio was the only person I consider being a parent to me. I'll ask again, are you sure you want to do the same thing as I am? I will be harsh with you during this week as I will teach you how to kill without having any remorse upon your victims."
"I have seen death too many times! I have even experienced it myself! I cannot turn back onto my decision now that I know that my world is in peril!" answered Scootaloo, still determined and eager to start.
"Then we shall start tomorrow! Until then, take a rest! You'll need it so that your leg and state of mind will be better soon. Come Diana, let's discuss the briefing."
And with that, they left the room, leaving the orange pegasus sleep.

Applebloom! Sweetie Belle! Everyone! I hope you're okay because I shall find a way to get back to you and save you from the upcoming danger that is bestowed upon you all. I'll become strong! I'll have my vengance like my brother before me!