//------------------------------// // Chapter 4: Cross My Heart and Hope to Die // Story: Slendershy // by the ghost //------------------------------// Fluttershy was dazed. But unharmed. Why? Just moments before a bullet had flown through her window and hit her square in the chest. Why wasn’t she dead? She looked down and saw that, to her surprise, she was wearing her business suit. It had stopped the bullets completely. Fluttershy didn’t have time to process this she heard the sound of somepony reloading his gun. She ducked underneath the table as the bullet flew over her head. The incineration round caught her curtain on fire. “Damn!” Said a voice. “What?” Said another voice. “She has the suit.” “What? Already? But it’s only the second day!” “Whatever it only protects her body anyway, lets just knock the door down and fill her head with lead. I don’t like the look of this fog.” “Don’t be a pansy, it’s just a little fog. Now lets finish this job so we can move onto the next one. There was the sound of two ponies reloading their guns. Fluttershy was bleeding a little bit from the glass that had shattered earlier, but she didn’t care about that right now. She had to hide. She ran into her closet and hid underneath all the cloths that were on the floor. Suddenly there was a sound that didn’t belong to the ponies that were shooting at her. The sound of an air raid siren. The stallions stopped and listened to the noise. “What in the name of Celestia is that?” Asked one of them. “I don’t know. Doesn't matter just finish the mission.” “Oh god what is that thing?” "SHOOT IT!" There were the sounds of two machine guns being fired. “It’s not working!” “No really? i didn't notice! get to the house!” There was a rattling of Fluttershy’s front door. “Hey let us in!” Yelled one of them “Idiot! She’s not going just going to let i- AHAAHAHHAHHHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHHAHHA MY LEG THE BASTARD CUT MY!- SHIT! IT HURTS MOMMY! IT HURTS, NO MORE NO MORE MOMMY NO MORE! PLEASE NO MORE! MOMMY…” And then his voice was silenced. Fluttershy remained quiet underneath the cloths pile. “Shit, shit, shit. Said the remaining voice. Fluttershy heard a gun shot as he shot open the door’s lock. Fluttery heard the sound of him trying to brace the door with his body. Then there was the sound of metal going through flesh followed by a series of choking noises. And then silence. There was the sound of something big and metal being dragged across the ground. the sound of a door opening. the dragging sound was getting closer to Fluttershy. She heard the sound of it opening the closet door. She hope it couldn't hear her heart beat. Shhh quiet my heart. Quiet. or he'll hear us. The thing must not have heard her heart, because Fluttershy heard it turn around and went back into the fog filled night. Then, suddenly she couldn’t hear it, nor the siren anymore. She waited under the cloths for about an hour making sure everything was over. She calmly tried to figure things out: 1. Ok so she was looking through my closet when somepony tried to shoot me through the window. She had no idea why someone would want her assassinated. 2. She had been saved by a black business suit. One that she had made herself out of normal silk using no magic and an ordinary sowing machine. 3. Something had come and killed the ponies trying to kill her. Could it be the tall pony? Something didn’t add up here. Anyway she had been hiding for long enough. She slowly stuck her head out of the cloths a sock clung to her head, but she ignored it. She walked up to the closet door and opened it. Reveling the horror that was her living room. Bullet holes riddled the walls of her room letting in rays sunlight at peculiar angles. Here was a short pony in a black suit and sunglasses impaled on her door. It was as if he had been trying to brace himself against the door and ,what ever had been after him, had thrust a spear through the door killing him in the process. Fluttershy carefully walked up to her door the pony jostling slightly as she opened it. She looked at the carnage of what used to be the other pony as she dry heaved the contents of her stomach. Luckily she hadn’t eaten anything yet today. After she finished with that she made her way over to her camera trap and picked up the footage. The camara was designed to take pictures everytime something moved in front of it. She brought it back to her house and took a look at it. Most of the pictures were of animals. Sweet, adorable, animals. However there were some that were not. In one heavily distorted picture there was the image of the too familiar tall faceless stallion in a back suit. It was from when he left earlier. She shuddered at the thought. No it couldn't be him. This wasn't his style. She skipped a few pictures and eventfully got to one with the ponies in the black suits arriving. One tall one short one and one tall one. And then there was this photo: Fluttershy’s heart sank when she saw the image. The creature stood upright. Had a pyramid for a head. And looked just like Pinkie Pie. No doubt about it even though the color was different it defiantly had a Pinkie’s tail and cutie mark. “No way…” Said Fluttershy as she took a seat out of shock. It couldn’t be Pinkie could it? No she couldn’t lift that spear let alone drive it through a thick door and through a pony. besides her cutie mark was a different color. So what the heck was it? Fluttershy decided it wasn’t important, after all, it didn’t matter what it was. It saved her life. So she should be thankful. However Fluttershy felt bad for the ponies that it killed. It looked like they suffered...a lot. Who were they, and how did they even get here? Whoever they were it was time for Fluttershy to start taking action. Sitting around her would do her no good. Fluttershy decided to go look for clues. It was better then looking at the dead bodies anyways. Fluttershy walked outside. She could see a black van across her bridge She stepped carefully over the scattered pieces of the G.U.L.L. agent’s body, and walked over to van. It was labeled G.U.L.L. so she assumed that was what the agents were called. She opened up the back of the van. The sides of the van were covered with ammunition, but that’s not what caught her attention. Wrapped in thick chains that connected to the sides of the van, was a dark blue stallion with slightly lighter blue hair. He had bruises all along his body which were hard to see because of his bluish color and was gaged and blindfolded. There was a note pinned to his head, which read: Class: Euclid All modern weapons have proved ineffective against the subject. We are unable to kill it with our current equipment. Transporting to lab for termination. Do not unchain until we have reached the destination. Not even for bathroom breaks. Subject is dangerous and possesses. Monster Category: 3 When Fluttershy saw this poor defenseless pony chained up in back of the van only one thought ran through her head. She was going to save this pony. No matter what the costs.