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// Dreaded information 
// Story: Revenge from the Fallen 
// by MarcusBullet 
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Chapter 4: Dreaded information

“And now...farewell to kindness, humanity and gratitude. I have substituted myself for Providence in rewarding the good; may the God of vengeance now yield me His place to punish the wicked.” -Alexandre Dumas

Kylar woke with a light snort. Although his hoodie was still up, the sun’s rays peaked though the leaves on the trees and into his eyes. His black-clad body was against a thick tree; his body bent forward and his legs cross-legged.  His rifle was on his lap with a hand on the top, as if he is ready to fight instantly, and his bag was to his side. His steady hand rubbed his eyes as he rid them of the last bits of sleep. His whole body was still tired and sore, his adrenaline spent after walking aimlessly for hours after jumping off the… odd… train.

He arched his back, a soothing chorus of pops and cracks emitted and he lets out a relieved sigh. Sleeping against a tree is never a nice place to sleep.

“I always hated trees…” He silently said from underneath his hood. He placed the gun next to his bag and stood erect, while also gaining more pops and cracks. His head panned left and right like that of a scanning robot. Satisfied with no-one in sight, he bent back down, grabbed his bag and emptied the contents.

On the ground laid four magazines for the G36KV, one water bottle, a packet of skittles, the necklace, the photo, a silencer for the rifle –it was in the front pocket-, 6 blue pills, and a Zippo lighter. He added the rifle and the torch –he was astounded how it didn’t fall out when he escaped- to the pile and his knife.

“Damn,” He thought “I should have grabbed an extra MRE.”

He picked one of the blue pills from the top of his bag and placed it in his mouth. He quickly downed it with the water. Instantly, the pill filled his body full of energy and his eyes flashed blue for a brief second.  With quick movements, he placed all of the contents back into the single-strap bag, clutched his rifle by the handle, and stood upright. With a burst of speed he dashed away.
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Celestia felt sick. Sick and tired. Sick and tired and disturbed. Luna was in her chambers, sleeping. The guards had washed the blood and disposed of the bodies respectfully to Celestia’s orders. They were also told to never mention this to Luna, or be sent to the dungeons for treason. They did their part and didn’t say a word.
Although the sun’s rays warmed Celestia’s body and coat, her insides were cold and in a twist. The room is soundless and deserted –par for the two guards at the front of her throne-, leaving the princess in her own thoughts. And it all relayed to one person:

Kylar Hunter. 

She hoped though the years that she would never have to hear that… NAME… ever again. And with good reasons too, but she didn’t need to be reminded from the past. But last night would be implanted in her mind forever.     

--Last night--

It had been ten minutes since Kylar appeared, failed at his assassination, and fled from the throne room of Princess Celestia. While her guards had been running around the place trying to locate and capture the human, she remained on her throne with a dead face.  It was clear that the re-appearance of Kylar had pulled the kindness and laughter away from the princess and replaced it with grief, sorrow, and worst of all, fear. She had fought her own sister and Discord who are gods of the moon and chaos in order. Kylar was a different story, one of which she will never tell. Firstly, it was too difficult to explain to all of her subjects about the human race. Secondly, she did not want a whole scale panic and disobedience; if any citizen gains information –Which she highly doubted- it would spread like a wild fire and would lead to Twilight to investigate about it. And when she would go, she goes.

And lastly, she wanted to forget everything that happened before even her sister was born.  It was too painful, awful, gruesome, horrifying, and disconcerting to even think about. And it was between her kind and his kind.
She pulled away from her frozen state and looked at a recently entered royal guard who was standing at attention in front of her.

“Did you capture him?” She said with a clear voice, masking her fear from her guards. If they ever found out that she was in this kind of state, it would become a very big problem.

The guard shook his head, “Nay your highness, he was too fast and very agile, like a monkey with a sugar rush. But…” He paused and looked to the ground, “…We lost three guards to him.”

A cold spike struck her heart. “Lost”, she thought, “we haven’t have one death in the army for over a thousand years!” This was all too much for her to handle. Kylar had already killed three guards!

BAM!  

A panting royal guard burst into the room, sweat and dirt on his face.
“Your… highness!” He shouted in between breaths, “Two royal… Guards are… K.I.A and…. He escaped from Canterlot!”

“WHAT?!” Celestia screamed, standing on all-fours. Not only has Kylar killed another two, but he escaped the city and was outside the walls of her kingdom.  Her sister, Luna, was flying around the night sky, not knowing what was happening.
Maybe I should… No. Celestia shook that thought away; her sister couldn't know what had happened here, she couldn’t risk telling her about Kylar. Not yet. Also now that Kylar was out in the open of the immense land of Equestria armed with his weapon and horrible magic, her lovely world would become dark and bloody.
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She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. All because of Kylar. Everything was running so smooth, why now? Everything was at peace, so why now? She kept those questions spinning in her mind. Would she be able to ask them again after seeing hundreds and thousands of dead ponies on her doorstep, courtesy of the human.  She doubted it, because knowing Kylar, he would kill and there would be nothing to stop him. Fueled by rage, revenge, and anger, he was near impossible to stop back then. He was before, and he still was at this time.

She peered out the window, spying the rising sun in the distance.

“Please Kylar,” She pleaded in her head, “Don’t kill anymore… Please?”

--Kylar--

Kylar reached to the edge of the forest while keeping in the shadows. The sun was still rising in the horizon, setting a bright orange glow over the landscape. Over in the distance was, Kylar guessed, a small town.  From where Kylar stood, he could not spot any humans nor armored personnel. Usually, there would be at least a patrol on duty, spotting for any enemies or intruders. But Kylar only saw small houses and building two klicks north, and a barn about a klick away to the east. Also on the eastern side were tree’s with red apples growing on them.

“I do not believe that there was a town near Tokyo that grew apples…  Or looks like an American Settlement.” He slowly crouched and continued to observe while going through a mental checklist:

What do you see? I see multiple houses and Buildings and a barn to the east.

Friendlies? I do not know just yet.

Enemies?  Again, I do not know.

Is it safe? Possibly.

Wh—

“Kylar!” A voice of a male suddenly shouted.  His whole body spun with the rifle in front, pointing behind him. His finger enclosed the trigger and his eyes were down the sights. There was nothing there except for a squirrel that skittered across a tree trunk. Other than that, there was only silence.

Kylar swayed his rifle side to side as he scanned the thick vegetation.

“Kylar!” There it was again. But it sounded familiar to the distraught man. It came from the left. His rifle flashed to the side and aimed…

... At nothing!

Kylar shook his head. Was he hearing things, or was it the tress mocking him? He guessed that it was the trees. After all, he hated trees with a passion. A sudden wind swayed the leaves and his hood lightly flapped to it.

The human stared for a while, and after seeing nothing, turned back to the task at hand.

“It’s just like that game I played before the war, ‘DayZ’ if I’m correct, that it may be empty, but you never know what is there.” He said as his hand rested on the tree next to him, “but yet again, there was a military outpost from the mountain range. Raugh! Goddamnit, Sina was the one for thinking!”

A cold rock fell into his stomach. He had forgotten all about his friends! He was so focused on his job he forgot about his friends. As he stared, the names of his friends began to appear in his head.

“Sina, Blyds, Apera, Aimée, Dominika!”

As if to make it worse, a sudden recall from the voice before worked upon his mind. It sounded very deep and heavily accented, it sounded… African.

“It was Blyds!” Blyds was one of his best mates from Africa, though he didn’t elucidate whereabouts, and he was always spotted with his impressive smile. So if he was calling out to Kylar, then that meant he was alive and near his location.
But a problem occurred. He was meant to be nowhere near Tokyo. He was meant to be with the rest of the group going out to the F.O.B while he and his small team of the Special Air Service Regiment went after the king and queen near the mountain in Tokyo. The last time he had saw his friends was when they were going on the army truck as he was talking to Blyds. He still remembered the conversation like it was the alphabet.

(Flash back)
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Blyds asked as he watched the team of Special Forces in the distance. Kylar glanced up from his rifle to Blyds. His height towered himself and would intimidate anyone but Kylar. His skin almost blended with Kylar’s black jumper if it weren’t for the long sleeved shirt under his Kevlar vest. He also had a wide nose, black eyes and no hair; the typical African. But what is most stunning was his oddly white teeth that were always in a massive grin. But he didn’t smile right then as he watched the soldiers.

Kylar sighed. Blyds was always worried about his friends, especially Kylar. After all, Kylar was his first and best friend. And seeing said person about the new and final mission, it was in his mind, suicide.

“Yeah mate, I’m sure.” He didn’t sound very sure at all. Going against a whole army with himself and five other soldiers didn’t sound so appealing; but if they going after the royals, it was worth it. Kylar stole a glance at the army vehicle where the rest of his friends were. While he was heading into the fight, they were being sent back to the Forward Operating Base to wait for the group to come back. They didn’t like the plan, but Kylar re-assured them that he would be back with the horns of the royals.

“Really?” Blyds voice pulled him back to the conversation. His eyes were drilling into Kylar’s blue eyes underneath the hood. His eyes held worry and discomfort, like seeing your dog going to the vet to be put down. The hooded man replied by giving him a confident smile and a clap on his shoulder.

“I’ll be fine mate, don’t ya get your dick in a knot.” Blyds gave him a blank stare. And with quick movements put Kylar in a head lock and gave him a noogie.

“You better, because if you die I’ll find your body, bring you back, kick your ass, then let Apra have his way with you!” He growled playfully as Kylar tried to get out his massive arms.

“No fuck that!” Kylar laughed, flailing his arms in a desperate effort to get out of his vice grip. The African roared in laughter and released his hostage, his grin in full throttle. Kylar took gasps of air from the strangulation and laughter.
They settled down and a whistle blew in the air; it was time. Kylar locked eyes with Blyds.

“I’ll be back.” Kylar said, sticking his hand out for a shake. Blyds frowned and scooped him up in a bear hug.

“You fucking better.”
(End)

Kylar smiled at the memory. Even through the hell and disorder, there was always fun and joy. He missed his friends. But he would come back, he would see them again, he would get his arse kicked by Blyds and run away in a desperate effort from Apra; the big, dreadlocked Maori boy from New Zealand.
He rose from his position and stared towards the town. Then with a final sigh and his rifle ready and body low, began his slow trek towards the village.

(30 minutes later)

After a slow jog from the borderline of trees then to a prone position halfway before he reached the first house. So far, no trouble had arisen. None that he could see anyway. And that terrified him. Even though that there is no-one to see or hear, it always ends up as;

A)	An ambush of a thousand ponies
B)	An army of crazy men with rifles
Or
C)	The town has been whipped clean of human life and ponies have taken it as their home.

If he could choose any of them, it would be neither. While he could take on a thousand troops of ponies, they would have the element of surprise and they would have magic. As their binding spell couldn't grab Kylar, they could always send a barrage of fire balls, lightning, or ice and all could kill him.

A crazy bunch of men with rifles was not uncommon for Kylar. During the war, he and his friends encountered a lot of people that had lost themselves to insanity and killed ponies and humans. They may have been insane, but they were very smart and destructive. Ranging from just a small group of 5, to an army that populates a whole town, Kylar had both experiences. He preferred the ponies.   

And lastly, the pony take-over. In his mind, the whole topic seemed to be the likely. The train ride from the castle last night was only a few hours, and he heard the passengers that were going to a place called Ponyville. But he had bailed half way from the ride and had been on foot since. So would this place be Ponyville or was it further away? He could not tell.
He slowly stood up and leaned his body against the wooden wall.

He quickly scratched out point A from his mental list. There were no armored personnel with stolen military or hunting rifles walking around, no cars or stolen army vehicles with .50 cal turrets on the tops, or any outposts with rocket launchers or heavy machine guns. Nor the stench of dead corpses and gunpowder. The air was fresh and tasty, something rare for Kylar.
Kylar shuffled to the corner of the house and leaned to further his investigation. The streets were clear and oddly clean. All the houses were closed and the windows were dark. It was a ghost town. But something caught his eye. In the distance behind some houses, was a large tree. But it was not that, that caused his curiosity. It had windows, doors and a veranda 
that has a telescope on it. There was even light coming through the window.

Kylar’s eyes narrowed at the sight, “If there is light, there are people. If there are ponies, then there is interrogation.”
Halfway coming to the town, Kylar realized that when he was attacking Celestia, he had forgot all about the information that he wanted from her. So it was best to find a perfect thing to question and receive information. And he found one.
After checking left and right, he ran crouched towards the tree quickly. If there were any crazy nuts with guns patrolling that he had missed, it would be a death sentence. This pushed his speed to the max, the more time in the open, the more chance of him being shot.

Luckily, he didn’t get into any fire fights as he reached to the front door of the tree house. The door was a head shorter than him and it had no door knob. He pressed his hand on it and pushed. It didn’t budge. With a huff he crouched and slowly 
made his way around the tree. He needed to find a window to see who or what is inside of the odd house.

On the side of the house was a large window that showed the living room and kitchen. It was the perfect spot for Kylar to look through. A cold spike struck his heart.

In the living room was a purple pony with a pink streak in its mane. A set of stars was its cutie mark and a horn sprouted from its head. It was facing away from Kylar, looking at the set of books on the far corner. Anger swelled through Kylar and unknown to him, his thumb had flicked the safety.

He suppressed the anger and controlled his breathing. He needed information and he would get it. With that, he slowly pushed the glass window and fortunately, it quietly swung open. After making sure that the pony was distracted, he put one leg through the large window then the other. He landed on the floor with a silent thump and held his breath. The pony didn’t notice and continued with what it was doing.

Kylar lifted his rifle and slowly, very slowly, made his way to it. The wood didn’t creak or moan as he steadily made his way. On the right he noticed a staircase that led to the next level but brought his attention back to the pony. He heard soft humming and singing, indicating that it was a mare and still didn’t notice him. Suddenly she moved, and Kylar froze. The mare sat on her haunches and let out a breath. Kylar himself let out a quiet breath and leveled his rifle to its head.
He took a deep breath and said smoothly, “Scream and I will kill you.”



The mare's head snapped up in surprise, but it did as it was told and didn’t scream. But he heard a silent whimper from it.
He continued, “Use magic and I will kill you, move and I will kill you, you talk when I say you talk, yes?”

There was silence and it slowly nodded, a much louder sob came out. Kylar gave a small smile and began the interrogation.
“Name.”

“T--Twilight S-Spark-kle.” A squeak came out from the mare. Her whole body was shaking and tears poured down her face. This confused Kylar. Normally when he confronted a pony, they usually fought or fled, and this went for all ponies. So why was this one crying?

“OK Twilight, question two, what town is this?”

She was silent for a moment, “Ponyville.”

Kylar raised an eyebrow. So this place is Ponyville, go figure. So that’s why there are no patrols around or vehicles, a town full of ponies. His anger slowly swelled, but was snuffed away quickly.

“Next question---”    

“Please don’t kill me! Please!” She suddenly cried, swerving her head to face the hooded man. Purple eyes locked with blue eyes, and her eyes widen at the sight. The barrel of the gun was directly aimed in between her eyes, but she didn’t mind it. She studied the man in an instant. Tall, stood on two legs, two arms and fingers. All covered in black and red.
She would’ve passed it off as a Diamond Dog, but there were some flaws. One was its build. While the dogs had a built upper chest, this one was lanky and seemed weak. Second was its head; the dogs had the face of, of course, a dog. The creature in front had the face of a monkey, just a few differences. Its skin was tan, no facial fur and a very odd mark on his face.

So it wasn’t a diamond dog or a pony, so what was it?

“Wha—What are you?” She said as tears still spilled from her eyes. Kylar’s eyes narrowed at the question and prodded her head with the tip of his rifle, just underneath the horn.

“Your very lucky mate that I didn’t kill ya just for moving!” He growled dangerously, his eyes flickering bright blue. Twilight’s breath hitched in her throat; it was true. But if he didn’t kill her, then he needed her for something.

“Now,” Kylar started, “who is in command of this town?”

Twilight pulled a face, “The Mayor.”

“How many ponies?”

“I don’t know.”

“Guards?”

“I don’t know.”

Kylar growled in frustration, “What do you mean ‘I don’t know’? You fucking live here!”

The mare flinched from the curse and replied steadily, “The guards come in and out bu---”

He jabbed her head once again, “Don’t speak until I tell you to speak!” She immediately silenced and lets him resume.

“Good. Now, Celestia, does she have any relatives? Family? Students? Teachers?”

Twilight gave him an odd look, “Why do you ne—”

The tip of the rifle smacked her against the cheek, hard. Her head snapped to the side from the force of the blow, leaving an already bruising mark on her cheek. More tears fell as she looked back at the man, his eyes unforgiving.
“Tell me!” He snarled, steadying his rifle so it aimed at her eye. Twilight swallowed back the urge to cry hard, and nodded her head.

“Sh—She has a sister, Luna. And a student,” She swallowed in nervousness now, “Me.”

Kylar’s face went blank, “How bout that for luck.” He muttered. He shook his head and sets it back on an intimidating face. He would think later about her and more plans for her to destroy Celestia.

“Next question,” He forcibly said, “How long has Celestia been ruling for?” This was the moment of truth, the answer that he wanted from the start. Kylar guessed from the spot that it had been two years, and even that was a long time.
But the response that was given to him, made him crumble.

Twilight replied easily, “A thousand years.”

Kylar felt his world dissolve, and so did his legs. His rifle still aimed at her head, but he was too shocked to even know. His heart was non-existent, a cold prickly sensation flowed through his body and his lip quivered. It was too much for him to handle.

“A- A thou-” Kylar tried to ignore the fact. He desperately tried. He had been sealed for a THOUSAND years. His friends: dead! His home: dead! His whole life and planet: FUCKING DEAD! It had to be a lie, it had to be!

He jumped to his feet and kicked the pony in the chest, sending her to the far wall where she had been staring at before he had arrived. She let out a wheeze and fell to the floor with a loud thud. Kylar swiftly made his way to her, aimed his rifle and placed a foot on her side.

“You fucking better have lied mate, you fucking better!” He screamed at her while glaring at her with complete rage. His whole body was shaking and this breathing had become heavy. It was hard to keep his aim on the mare as his vision blurred. He realized that he was crying, hard. Tears fell from his face and landed on his pants, collecting with splotches of old blood from last night.

“Oh god, please tell me that the pony is lying, please!” He shouted in his head as he tried to wipe the hot tears from his eyes with his hand.

Twilight stared at him. Her whole body was sore and his foot on her ribs didn’t help. Her own eyes were beaming with tears as he looked at the massive creature in front of her. Twilight caught a sound from upstairs; a groan. Her eyes widen at a realization, “SPIKE!” 

Kylar suddenly said, “All you ponies fucking lie, so tell me the truth,” He pressed his foot harder on her chest, “Tell me!”

Biting back a scream, she shakily replied, praying that this creature would not find her assistant, “I- Its true!”

Kylar looked deep in her eyes, passing the tears of fear and the aspect of pain. He was searching for any lies, any deception, anything at all to deny the answer. He saw none. Nothing but the truth and fear. An ice cold wash went over the hooded man and, in shock, took two steps back away from the pony.
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“No…” He breathed quietly, lowering the rifle, and then fell from his grasp. Twilight took the chance and sucked some sweet air in her lungs.

“No…!” He slowly got louder. The pony sluggishly stood on her legs and gazed at the ever growing angered man as he tried to repudiate. His eyes were wide and an intense blue enclosed his iris. Twilight soon felt the air becoming colder, and electrical? Her eyes soon caught a glow of blue on his right arm, and it was intensifying dangerously.

“Nooo…!” A blue streak of smoke formed around Kylar’s right hand and circled around it. His blue eyes cautiously and the blue light underneath the black cloak pulsated. Twilight realized that now was the time to escape, but what about—

“Twilight? Whats with all the banging?”

A purple and green baby dragon tottered down the stairs slowly, obviously awoken too early from his sleep. Spikes green eyes looked at the room, then at Twilight, then at Kylar.

Everything went to hell in a second.

Kylar’s right hand shot towards Spike while blue particles appeared around his hand. His blue eyes were very bright and the lights underneath his jacket were on par with his eyes.

Twilight instantly teleported from her positioned in a flash of purple, and reappeared in front of Spike.

With a sound that was crossed with a Laser and a whoosh, (If you watched AVP, the sound of the Plasma Cannon represents the sound), A blue bolt of plasma shot froth from Kylar’s hand and sped towards Twilight and Spike insanely fast. Twilight quickly grabbed Spike and with a flash of purple she disappeared. The bolt missed the target and struck the now empty staircase, sending wood and blue fire everywhere with a loud bang. 

Kylar didn’t waste his time. He bent down, collapsed his rifle and stuffed it in his bag. He ran to the door, and with almighty strength, shoulder barged it open; sending bits of wood in the opposite direction.  His head snapped around, looking for something. The tears had run out and were replaced with murderous rage.

In his eyes though, he spotted specks of purple heading to the barn outside of Ponyville. With great speed, he tore down the road as he sped towards the farm house while blue bits of light trailed his path.