//------------------------------// // Chapter 12: I lied // Story: The Unforgiven // by Trigger_Finger //------------------------------// Rarity stood there shaking fearfully, sweat beading down her head. Her breathing was heavy and erratic but then she realized something. She wasn’t dead, well at least not at the moment. She slowly opened her eyes to see Metal Jacket with his Desert Eagle still pointing at her. The barrel was still smoking but then Rarity finally noticed that he wasn’t aiming directly at her. She looked behind herself to see the body of a Bloody Hoof lying on the ground, missing part of its face. She turned back to Metal Jacket, absolutely speechless. “I…you…but…” Rarity stammered, completely shocked that he would save her life from sure death. Metal Jacket smirked, “Trust me” he told her then turned and proceeded to the front doors. The element bearers had seen what had happened and immediately rushed over to their friend. Fluttershy was the first to speak. “Oh my gosh, Rarity are you okay?” she asked in her quiet voice, which over the sound of gunfire, was almost impossible to hear. Rarity nodded slowly as she watched Metal Jacket walk towards the building entrance. Somehow he had perfected the art of walking on two legs. Rarity gulped before talking, trying to calm herself enough to talk without stuttering. “He…saved my…my life” she stammered, still shocked by the fact he had saved her. It was shocking especially after all the harshness he had showed towards her and the others. Inside the building Flam directed a line of defence in the building lobby. “Alright, I want blue team set up over there. Red team I want on the balcony and…” he trailed off as a large translucent panel of glass was riddled by loads of buckshot. The automatic chugging of an AA12 shotgun filled the air and then in a sudden display of destruction, the glass panel simply shattered apart and Metal Jacket started walking forwards, an AA12 in each hoof with a twenty round drum magazine on each gun. The guards all pivoted towards Metal Jacket but he was already firing upon them. As the AA12s chugged, ponies would be kicked off their hooves and knocked to the ground. Flam looked to the guards as they were all slaughtered before his own eyes. “Hold him off” Flam ordered then turned tail and galloped off. Metal Jacket curled his lips and snarled as he continued on his onslaught. As he continued to walk forwards he noticed floor tiles by his hind hooves getting chipped away from bullets. He turned his body to see multiple ponies trying to pot shot him from a balcony ledge. He lifted up the AA12 in his left hoof and fired the remainder of the magazine into the ponies on the balcony ledge while he fired the second AA12 at the remaining ponies on the ground floor. One of the ponies on the balcony let out a comical scream as he fell off the ledge and hit the floor below with a THUMP. Metal Jacket walked over to a heavy steel table and simply gave it a light kick with one of his legs then took cover behind it as he began to reload both shotguns. He slid a magazine into the first shotgun then cocked it back but just as he loaded the shotgun, a pony slid around the side of the table with his assault rifle drawn. Metal Jacket squeezed the trigger on the loaded shotgun. The first shot missed but the second shot slammed against the stallion’s foreleg knee and blew the limb right off. As the stallion began to scream a third load of buckshot fired and blew off the pony’s head. Metal Jacket decided that perhaps one shotgun was enough and stood back up. Ponies had created a defensive line to fight him. Metal Jacket held back the trigger on his shotgun and held back the trigger as he made one slow horizontal sweep with the shotgun, chopping away the defensive line with a spray of 12gauge buckshot. Stallions and mares were taken off their hooves and tossed about as they were struck by the barrage of lead buckshot. ‘At least they’re more of a challenge than The Bloody Hooves’ Metal Jacket thought to himself as he shot the final pony down. He slid out the empty drum magazine of the AA12 and slipped in a fresh one then began to trot towards the elevator. ‘If I was the brothers then I’d hide… either in my top office or the basement’ Metal Jacket thought to himself as he walked over to the elevator doors then buttoned for the elevator to travel to the top floor. Metal Jacket was breathing with a slight discomfort in his breath. Blood from his head gash had started to leak into his eyes. He took off his glasses for a moment then wiped the blood from his face before sliding the shades back on. On the top floor ponies sat outside the elevator and waited for the doors to open. The elevator shaft stopped humming then pinged as the doors opened. Every single pony in the office began to mercilessly fire into the elevator, soon a cloud of smoke filled the elevator from all the gunfire and bullets slamming off the elevator wall. After about twenty seconds all the ponies stopped firing. They waited for the smoke to clear and as it did a figure kicked down the door to the stairwell and began to fire upon the ponies in the offices. Ponies screamed in horror and agony as buckshot blew them away, usually toppling their bodies over a desk or knocking their body through drywall. As Metal Jacket continued to walk forwards a lone stallion lept out from behind a wall and stuffed a shotgun barrel right into Metal Jacket’s chest. He pulled the trigger and the blast sent Metal Jacket hurtling back through a wall between him and an office. He smashed through the drywall then lay there with smoke emulating from his chest. The stallion chuckled as he walked over to finish the job but as he got within a foot of Metal Jacket and pointed the shotgun barrel to Jacket’s head, MJ quickly grabbed the barrel of the shotgun and snapped the gun out of the stallion’s grip as he drew out his Desert Eagle. “Don’t give up your day job” Metal Jacket quoted then fired a lone round into the stallion’s head, blowing off the majority of the stallion’s skull. Metal Jacket stood up. The Kevlar plate in the jacket had stopped the load of buckshot but know the plate was warped and pressing hard against his chest. Metal Jacket quickly removed the leather jacket and walked back into the hallways with just his Desert Eagle. He quickly approached the office of Flim and Flam. He tried to open the door but it was locked. Metal Jacket knocked on the door. “Hey boss, your pizza’s here” Metal Jacket said in a joking voice. He chuckled then stepped back and booted the door down. Flam screamed like a pansy as Metal Jacket entered the room and smirked “Knock-knock” Metal Jacket said with a smug look. Flam hid behind the safety off his desk and when Metal Jacket would try to go left he’d go right. When MJ would go right he’d go left. Soon Metal Jacket grew irritated of this stupid predicament and simply grabbed the heavy table and threw it through the window, shattering the window panel as the desk fell to the ground. Flam tried to backpedal but had nowhere to go. Metal Jacket quickly scooped up Flam by his hindleg and held him out the window with just his left hoof. “Ahhhhh oh sweet Celestia NOOOOO” Flam screamed in utter horror. “Okay Flam…where’s the girls…and the dragon” Metal Jacket grunted through extreme effort. “I uhh… I don’t know” Flam lied. Metal Jacket gave his arm a little shake and grunted. “You know Flam…gravity makes it hard for me to hold you… and this is my bad arm” he told Flam who now dangled high above the ground. “Ahhhh…. They’re in the basement… where it’s safe…” Flam stammered through fear. “Hey Flam… remember when I told you I would kill you last?” Metal Jacket asked and Flam nodded. “That’s right Metal… you did” Flam cried in fear. Metal Jacket’s face was expressionless, “I lied” then Metal Jacket released his grip on Flam. Flam screamed as he fell the entire seven stories of the building and crashed into a pile of explosives which just so happened to explode upon impact. “Well that hit the spot” Metal chuckled then turned and walked back to the elevator. He buttoned for sublevel floor and quickly arrived in the basement. As soon as he entered the basement a mare swung around as she heard the elevator ping. She was too slow and Metal Jacket quickly snapped his aim up to her and fired a lone round right through her skull. He walked over and picked up her Spas 12, quickly unfolding the stock and using the arm hook like his last Spas. He turned down a hallway where several young fillies and a purple dragon dashed towards him then stopped as they saw him enter the hallway. They saw Metal Jacket, who was rather terrifying and scary, and turned to run the other way but a stallion was trotting up behind them with a Glock 18 drawn. “Flim and Flam ain’t here to stop me from killing you little bitches this time” said the big stallion as he raised his Glock up to the young fillies. They took a quick glance back to Metal Jacket who also had his shotgun up. “Get down” he ordered them bluntly and they all quickly fell to the floor. Metal Jacket triggered his shotgun and the blast struck the stallion in the upper left shoulder and was about to knock him onto his back when in a fraction of a second Metal Jacket fired a second blast into his gut which kept the stallion from falling back. He fired the entire magazine capacity into the stallion who finally slammed back against the wall then began to slide down the wall. As the stallion slid down the wall Metal Jacket walked over to the fillies. “Come with me if you want to see your sisters” he told them and they immediately lept up and began to follow him. As they all reached the elevator hallway Flim skidded out from the stairwell. “Stop!” he yelled and Metal Jacket stopped as he racked a fresh round into his shotgun. “Girls, get away from him. He’s evil” Flim warned the fillies. “Don’t listen to him, he lies” Metal Jacket told the fillies. “No, he’s lying. I may have taken you away from your sisters but that was for your own good. Think about it, ever since you have been here your life style has improved greatly and think hard. Have I ever lied to you?” Flim asked. He had a point, he never had technically told them a lie so far. The girls looked back to Metal Jacket who had the shotgun trained on Flim who was a few dozen feet away. “Drop the gun” Applebloom ordered and Metal Jacket gasped, ‘Were they serious?’ he asked himself. “I’m here to save you. Your sisters hired me to rescue you” he told them. Flim countered his statement. “Yes and look what he’s done. He’s killed every-pony here except us. He’s evil” Flim told the young fillies, and the dragon. “SWEETIE BELL!” cried out a feminine voice. They all turned to see their sisters standing a few feet behind them. “SIS!” all the fillies cried out while Spike simply rushed over to Twilight, they all had tears running down their faces. Metal Jacket smiled to himself. He heard Flim yell out in anger and saw him draw out a Berretta M9 then point it at Rarity. “NOOO” Metal Jacket yelled out and lept in front of Rarity just as Flim fired. He felt the bullet strike him and gasped as the bullet travelled through him. Every-pony screamed, except Flim.