The Unforgiven

by Trigger_Finger


Chapter 13: Forgiven

Flim turned tail and rushed off down the hallway as Twilight quickly levitated Metal Jacket’s Desert Eagle up and tried to shoot the fleeing stallion but was uneducated with how to operate a firearm and missed terribly.

Metal Jacket grunted in pain. The bullet had slammed through his top left shoulder, rendering that limb pretty much useless for the time being.

Rarity gasped in shock. That was the second time he had saved her today. “Why? Why did you save me?” she asked curiously. Metal Jacket groaned as he stood up to his hindlegs, holding his wounded shoulder with his right hoof. “I’m not quite sure why. I’ll get back to you on that one” Metal Jacket told her then ran off to where Flim had snuck off to. Right before he descended into the cooler room he looked back to the group.

“Stay here this time” he ordered them then ran down the small set of stairs and entered the cooler room. There was a small hallway with several crevices between pipes and cooler lines.

Metal Jacket was sweating heavily. It was blisteringly hot down here and sweat beaded into his eyes, stinging his vision. He wiped the sweat from his face but as he did a second bullet slammed through his left foreleg.

He cried out in pain and fell behind a big steel beam that helped support the floor. Another shot went off and pinged off the steel beam. “How’s your foreleg Jack?” Flim asked, abbreviating his last name into a short form.

“Why don’t you come over and I’ll show you?” Metal Jacket snarled. Flim chuckled as he levitated the Berretta. “Now thanks Jack… I think I’ll just wait here” Flim said in a semi fearful voice.

“Come on Flim, put that chicken shit pistol away and fight me like a stallion. You don’t need a gun to kill me, I only got one foreleg left” Jacket told him, poking at Flim’s ego. “I’m not foolish… I’m not disarming myself to fight you” Flim stammered. Metal Jacket pulled out a combat knife that had a seven inch blade and tossed it over to Flim.

“Wouldn’t you rather drive a knife through my skull? Slit open my throat? Make me suffer for what I did to your brother?” Metal Jacket told him. Flim looked at the knife and imagined himself driving the knife into Jack’s stomach as he watched the life drain from Jack’s eyes and he would beg for a quick death. But if he simply shot Jacket then the death would be quick and painless, something he didn’t deserve.

“You’re right Jack… I don’t need a gun to beat you… no…I’m gonna drive this knife right through your heart” Flim said in a sadistic voice. Metal Jacket crawled out from behind the steel beam and staggered to his hindlegs. “Come on Flim… let’s party” Metal Jacket said. Flim grasped the knife with his right hoof and a dastardly smile spread across his face.

Flim let out a scream as charged towards MJ, swinging the knife insanely. As he got within striking distance, Flim started swinging the knife at Jacket’s exposed stomach area then used an uppercut swing to try and cut at his throat. Jacket dodged the swings as he pulled his stomach backwards to dodge the gut swing then tilted his body back to dodge the uppercut.

Flim swung the blade in his hoof so the blade tip was facing downwards then tried to drive the blade straight down on Metal Jacket. Jacket shot out his right hoof and grabbed Flim by the wrist to stop the swing then twisted Flim’s wrist as he pivoted his body.

Flim screamed from the jolt of pain and lost his grip on the knife handle, dropping it to the ground. Jacket kicked the knife away and it skidded behind some heavy pipes. Flim head-butted the back of Jacket’s head and sent him staggering forwards before finally getting his balance.

Jacket spun around as Flim charged towards him. Flim tackled the large stallion through a metal door and they both fell off a railing. They fell several feet below and crashed into the floor of the generator room which was humming loudly.

Flim stood up and booted the still wincing Metal Jacket. “You’re old Jack… you should never have crawled out of that hole of yours” Flim sneered as he continued to boot Jacket in the head. Jacket rolled over just as Flim went to curb stomp him.

He rolled to his hindlegs and stood up quickly just as Flim charged him. Jacket gave a straight kick that slammed against Flim’s face and staggered him back. As Jacket charged towards him, Flim blasted him with an energy blast from his horn, burning the front of Metal Jacket’s shirt.

Jacket pulled off the rest of his shirt pieces and went shirtless, exposing his muscular frame. Flim charged him and slammed Metal Jacket into a hard steel pipe. Jacket’s head bounced off the pipe painfully and he grunted in pain.

“How does it feel to be a dying stallion Jack?” Flim asked but then Jacket gave him a back hand and sent Flim crashing into the generator electrodes. Flim’s body was electrocuted by the electrodes and he screamed violently as electricity coursed through his body. “You tell me” Jacket quoted but he spoke to soon.

Flim somehow managed to fall from the electrodes, still alive, and charged back at Metal Jacket. Flim grasped Jacket in a magical levitation spell and tossed his body across the generator room.

“I’m gonna kill yah Jack. Real slow and painfully” Flim sneered in a sadistic voice. Flim grasped Metal Jacket’s body and began to slam him back and forth against two pipes and each side of his body.

The force from each impact eventually broke one of the pipes. Metal Jacket groaned in pain and Flim laughed hysterically from the spectacle he was creating. As Flim slammed Metal Jacket into the busted pipe, MJ grabbed the pipe and tore it off the wall.

“Think…fast” Metal Jacket said and heaved the pipe at Flim whose eyes went wide as the metal pipe flew through the air. The pipe slammed into his chest and pinned him against a water cooler. The pipe punctured the water cooler and steam blasted through the pipe that had impaled Flim and kept his body pinned to the water cooler. Flim gasped and gagged as he held the pipe, blood coming up through his mouth from the sudden trauma. Steam continued to spray out of the pipe.

“Looks like it was too much pressure for you Flim. You should let off some steam” Metal Jacket commented. Flim’s limbs went limp and he slumped over but steam continued to spray out. Metal Jacket turned to leave but then spotted movement above him and looked up to the stairwell to see Luna standing there. She had probably seen the majority of the fight.

“I brought your car” she told him.