The Unforgiven

by Trigger_Finger


Chapter 11: Bullet with your name on it

At Flim and Flam headquarters, in the workshop, Applebloom, Sweetie Bell, Scootaloo and Spike all sat bored out of their minds. As they continuously held the button to activate the conveyer they wondered to themselves ‘Why exactly are we called slaves if we aren’t really treated like slaves?’

They had been wondering that for the longest of time, well actually they had only been wondering it since they started working. Ever since they first came here they had been treated exceptionally well and it made them all curious as to why.

“Yah know it’s strange… Flim an Flam are treatin me better than muh own family ever does” Applebloom commented. Scootaloo nodded, “Yeah. Don’t get me wrong, Rainbow Dash is super cool but… Flim and Flam let me do almost whatever I want. Heck I got caught in the restricted area yesterday by a stallion who started to yell at me then Flam had the stallion apologize to me then he ordered the stallion to go wash the toilets. I mean what’s up with that?” she told the others.

Spike nodded. “Yeah, I accidently burned a couple books when I sneezed but Flim was totally cool with it and actually brought me down to the cafeteria to have lunch with him” he told the fillies. Applebloom sighed.

“They’re kinda like a father tah me. Ah ain’t never had a father and they’re nicer tah me then ah’d ever expect any-pony tah be” Applebloom told them. Suddenly the sirens went off, red lights flashed and the bombing sirens rang. Flim and Flam immediately rushed into the workshop and grabbed the group.

“What’s going on” Sweetie Bell squeaked. Flam hurried along with Sweetie Bell and Scootaloo in his forelegs while his brother took the other two younglings.

“We’re being attacked. We’ll be all right but we need to get you all to a safer place” Flim told the group as they rushed down towards the basement stairwell.

Outside Metal Jacket grabbed onto the M2 that was mounted onto the back of his truck. The mighty machinegun started to chug out lead death that obliterated any Bloody Hoof that was in the open.

The Bloody Hooves were stupid enough to simply start trotting towards the truck like the zombies that they were. “COME ON YOU MOTHER FUCKERS” Metal Jacket yelled over the sound of the machinegun as it continued to chug.

One of the vile creatures was splattered against a barracks tent, his innards painting the tent flaps with a crimson of dark red paste. Metal Jacket stopped firing the M2 and swung the massive machinegun around to the left side of the truck where a large group of Bloody Hooves were approaching him.

He triggered the machinegun and it once again let out a low thunderous chugging as it chewed through the massive .50 caliber rounds. Heavy lead slugs would slam into the horrid creatures and simply eviscerate their bodies into a gory mess.

A Bloody Hoof managed to stagger up to the rear of his truck and Metal Jacket simply stomped its head into the tailgate’s tip. The creature’s head ruptured under the impact and made a mess of Metal Jacket’s combat boots.

He grunted in disgust and kicked his hindleg a little to try and kick off the brain matter currently sticking to his boot.

He quickly lost track of his boot problem and began to fire upon The Bloody Hooves again. They seemed to just endlessly stagger out of the base like an army of fire ants. He cursed to himself and quickly slid back into the driver’s seat of the K5 Chevy Blazer.

He slapped the automatic stick shift into drive then hammered the accelerator, driving the truck strait towards the front gate of the military base.

The truck slammed through the flimsy gate of the base then Metal Jacket simply slapped the truck into neutral and slid into the back of the truck, mounting the M2 once again.

“Come on you sons of bitches… I’m waiting for yah” Metal Jacket muttered then quickly took aim on the first Bloody Hoof he saw and opened fire. The machinegun began to chug again and the Bloody Hoof’s body splattered against the ground.

Metal Jacket pivoted the machinegun in a counter-clockwise motion then acquired a new target. He unleashed hell on the corrupt ponies, whose bodies erupted violently when a .50 caliber round would strike it.

As Metal Jacket continued to fire his machinegun into the base he lost track of his rear. The Bloody Hooves approached his truck from behind and suddenly one of them started crawling onto the truck.

Metal Jacket spun around as he unholstered his Desert Eagle IMI .50 caliber AE then began to plug rounds into the heads of several of the vile animals that tried to attack him. The Bloody Hooves’ heads simply erupted into a shower of grotesque gore before their bodies collapsed onto the ground.

Metal Jacket slammed a fresh magazine into the handgun then mounted the machinegun again, swinging it back towards the group that was approaching him from the rear.

He needed some way to stop these things from… spawning. He grunted to himself as the M2 began to chug away lead death, blowing apart several of The Bloody Hooves. “I have to try something different” Metal Jacket muttered to himself. The famous line of some famous pony echoed through his mind. ‘Do… or do not, there is no try’.

Metal Jacket chuckled to himself. “Alright then… I’ll do it” he told the voice in his head. He quickly slipped back into the driver seat and drove towards the building that looked most likely to be a munitions dump. He drove the truck right into the side wall of the building.

The truck crashed right through the flimsy wooden wall of the building and slammed up into a pile of ammunition. Metal Jacket shook of the small daze he had received from the crash then tried to open the door on his truck. It was jammed shut, he grunted to himself then kicked the door off.

The door cluttered to the ground and he stepped out of the truck, a slight gash across his head was bleeding. He grabbed a pair of sunglasses from the glove box and slid them on.

A stallion who ran the munitions dump gasped as Metal Jacket walked over. He had black leather boots, black leather pants, and a white t-shirt underneath a black leather jacket that was padded with heavy Kevlar plates in the back and front along with lighter plates in the side.

“I need C-4” MJ said in a blunt voice as he picked up several blocks of C-4 from the counter. “Hey…hey you can’t do that” said the stallion behind the counter. Metal Jacket swung around then leveled a Spas 12 at his hip with one hoof. “Wrong” he told the stallion then squeezed back the trigger. The shotgun thundered and blew the stallion black into the wall before his body clumped to the ground.

MJ stepped up beside his truck and mounted several pounds of C4 onto the gas tank of his truck then grabbed his detonator. MJ extended the stock on the Spas 12 and used the arm support hook to hold the hefty shotgun in one hoof as he walked on his hindlegs, holding the C-4 detonator in his free hoof.

Several Bloody Hooves staggered over towards Metal Jacket but he simply lifted the shotgun in one hoof and fired the shotgun while he walked out of the base. It cycled in semiautomatic as it chugged out 12gauge buckshot, thundering in the air as it blasted away any Bloody Hoof in Metal Jacket’s way.

As he made his way back out of the base he dropped the Spas to the ground, it was empty but smoke still poured out of the barrel and open receiver. As he got a few more yards away from the base entrance he triggered the C-4.

The plastic explosives erupted tremendously and some of the glass panels on the F&F Enterprise building shattered from the shockwave force. Metal Jacket dropped the detonator to the ground and continued a slow walk towards the entrance of the F&F Enterprise building.

The element of harmony bearers rushed from the treeline. Rarity gasped as she saw the massive eruption. She gasped and rushed over to Metal Jacket. “Ignorance! What if my sister is in there?” she screamed but Metal Jacket paid her no mind and continued to walk towards the big building.

“Hey you, I’m talking to you” Rarity screamed then gave him an irritated kick to the side. The kick got his attention so he stopped and looked to her then in a blunt voice told her his thoughts. “I told you to stay away from the battle until it was done” he told her in a blunt tone.

“I don’t care about what you told me to do, you may have killed my sister” she screamed. “She was not in the military base” he replied, still in a blunt tone. Rarity’s face went red with anger. “And how would you know!?” she screamed.

Metal Jacket stepped back then unholstered his Desert Eagle and pointed it at her towards her head. The gun clicked as Metal Jacket thumbed the slide release. Rarity gasped and as he went to pull the trigger she squeezed her eyes shut. The handgun thundered,

BOOOOOM