//------------------------------// // Epilogue Delta: His anger and his way of dealing with it. // Story: Lucky's Seven: The Changeling Hunters // by Lucky424 //------------------------------// I awoke for the first time in three months alone, and the bathroom door was closed, so I assumed it was morning sickness. Getting out of bed, I made my way over and knocked on the door. “Luna, are you in there?” There was no reply so I opened the door, revealing an empty room. Leaving the bedroom, I made my way downstairs and heard a thud in the kitchen, and a female voice spoke up. “Are you certain? You could just be sick, and enjoying the food too much.” That's not Luna. “Yes, I am. I have been ill since I have been here, this is different, and….. I don't know what to do.” The sound of crying breached through the door, so I pushed it open and walked in. Seated at the table, Luna had her back to me, and opposite her was another woman, slightly younger with three stands of colour in her hair. Purple, yellow, and pink. Oh.....shit. I walked up behind Luna and placed my hand on her shoulder, to which she jumped up and hugged my tightly, burying her head in my shoulder once more. “It's okay Luna, we'll figure this out together. Princess Cadence, may I ask what brings you here?” The Aicorn-come-human just smiled sweetly at me. “Oh, I think that had been sorted. Although, you may want to stay out here instead of going in to the sitting room.” Curious, I pulled away from Luna and headed towards the door. “I mean it. Even I won't go in there right now!” Shrugging, I walked down the corridor and in to the front room. I made my way over to the bay window, taking in the sights of the early Malibu morning. And that's when I realised I wasn't alone. I got quite the shock when I turned around. There were seven men and one woman sat around, six of them all had crew cuts, and ones hair was an electric blue colour. They were quite muscular, and had faces perfect for playing poker. The woman's hair was neck length, and I could see it was kept out of the way most of the time. “Uh, good morning. Now I don't mean to be rude but......who are you and what the fuck are you doing in here?” The guy with the electric blue hair stood up and walked over to me. “I am here as escort to my wife, Cadence.” Oh fuck. “The others are here as escorts for the Element Bearers, and Big Mac. The ones that you can not see outside are escorting...” “Wait, don't tell me, Princess....” A female voice cut me off. “Captain, can you come in to the study please? We have much to discuss.” Looking round, I hoped for the best that I was dreaming, but stood there in the doorway was Celestia. She wasn't dressed as a maid this time however. It was more biker chick. And damn did she look good. Entering the study was a bad idea. As I walked through the door, Celestia had taken the desk, and the door was slammed shut behind me. And that's when I noticed the six other women in the room. “Take a seat, Captain.” “No thanks ma'am, I'll stand.” There was four hands placed on my shoulders pushing me forward. On the left was a pretty blonde thing with freckles on her face, Applejack. On the right was a rather athletic girl with rainbow hair. No prizes for guessing who it was. As they stopped pushing, a chair was wrapped in a lavender aura and shot behind me, and a white aura pushed me backwards, forcing me to sit down. “It wasn't a suggestion.” The expression on her face was unreadable. It was bad enough when she was a pony, now it was excruciating. “Now then, I want honest answers here. Any lies and we will have problems, understood?” I just nodded my head. “Very well. You understand, that because of my sisters natural form, this child may be born a pony?” “I fail to see your point.” “It will not be able to live on this world. It would have to stay in Equestria.” “Yeah, I was up late last night thinking about that. It doesn't matter, will still be my child.” “And yet, if it is human, it will have to stay here. Luna would never see her offspring.” “I never thought I'd say this, but you've crossed a fucking line there. I don't care if you are a princess, you're not on this world. Not only that, but you know me! Do you really think I would keep my child away from its mother just because she is of a different species? Sometimes Celestia, you can be a fucking stupid bitch. And to think you've come her to lecture me.” “I-i-i-i-i-i need some time to think. Please everypony, leave me be.” I got up and walked out in to the hall, the Bearers following me. It was then I noticed the necklaces they we wearing, they had brought the elements with them. As Twilight closed the door, the sound of crying could be heard from the other side. “You should go apologise captain. It was not right the way you spoke to her.” “Yeah, like it wasn't right that she immediately assumed the worst from this. Right now I just want a t-shirt with 'go fuck yourself' written on it.” The rather attractive and slightly older woman looked glanced at him. “Well, the past three months haven't done anything for your fashion sense it seems. Oh well, you can't win them all.” “um, why would you want that showing....if you don't mind me asking?” Fluttershy had been standing in the back, keeping quiet. But she just had to ask why. “Simple. I want to be alone right now.” He headed towards the door. “That doesn't sound like fun, Mr Grumpy Pants!” “Not now Pinkie.” “And what about Luna? Do you think she wants to be alone right now?” He stopped with the door half open, with something clearly on his mind. “Wait, where are you going?” “To the nearest bar.” Twilight slid in to the small gap between him and the door, giving him her best 'don't even think about it' look. “Twilight, get out of my way.” “No. I will not let you leave this house in the state you are in right now.” The captain leaned in close, and spoke in forceful whisper. “This is not your world, it is mine. And you will learn that when someone say get out of their way, you. Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. Their. Way!” The look on his face was of pure malice, and she slowly moved out of the way. Once there was sufficient space, he walked out and slammed the door behind him. “I think we need to talk with my brother and the others.....now.” The other Bearers all nodded and walked towards the sitting room. No one saw Simon leave the shadows and enter the study. “Hey buddy, how you doing tonight? Enjoying the place?” I just stared at the guy, who was clearly drunk, and scowled at him. I wanted to be alone, and for the past forty five minutes, I was. “Hey now, we're all friends here. Name's Bob, what's yours?” He put his hand out for me to shake it. I relaxed a little and did so. “Alec. Nice to meet you.” “Hey, you're English, from England right?” Great. I hate stereotyping, but he is what we see as a 'typical American'. “So, what are you doing sat in the dark corner on your own?” “Woman trouble.” “Ah, fight with your girl huh?” “No, just her sister, niece, six friends, and a fuck load of guards.” He just opened his mouth to say something before closing it and sitting down opposite me. “What's with the guards? She royalty or something, from back home?” “Not....quite. It would be too hard to explain right now, and you wouldn't believe me anyway.” One of his friends walked by and patted him on the back a bit too hard. His shirt raised up and I caught a glimpse of a tattoo on his arm. A blazing orange sun. He caught my gaze and pulled his shirt back down. “Don't you worry about that, we all have our guilty little secrets, right?” He looked at his friends, and sighed with relief that none of them noticed. “What, the fact that you're a Brony?” Fuck, wish I had a camera, that look is brilliant. “It's the only explanation for why you'd have Celestia's cutie mark on your arm. So, you want to go to Equestria, and meet her?” “You're pulling my leg. Like it actually exists.” I just leant forward and smiled knowingly. “Say, where abouts in England are you from?” “A small city called Plymouth on the south coast. Heard of it?” “Yeah, I actually lived there for a couple of years. You know, you're looking mighty familiar to me.” He does look like someone I recognise, but who? “I was in high school at the time, a little place called, shoot what was it? Oh yeah, Southway Community College, but we had to move after someone threw me threw through a window. Suppose it was my own fault for bullying him, but I wouldn't mind a round two. I sat back until the only source of light in the corner showed my eyes. “Yeah, I remember that happening. Seems you lost some weight since then. Well, you want a round two? Now is your chance.” He shot up and pulled the table away from me, before grabbing my collar and throwing me in to the centre of the room. Bob walked towards me ready to start fighting when the bartender appeared with a shotgun. “Now Bob, you ain't starting no fights in my bar. You can either both shake hands and leave it at this, one or the other can leave, or you can both leave. Your choice.” He made his point by cocking the gun. I slowly turned to him. “Don't worry sir, any and all damages will be paid for, I guarantee it. But could you do me a favour and call for an ambulance, Bob's going to need one.” With an anguished cry, he charged at me, fists held high. As the first punch came, I deftly dodged left, then right and kept going until he got really angry. “Hold still you little shit. I'm gonna teach you a lesson you soon won't forget.” I stood my ground as he swung again, aiming for my sternum. To be fair it was a powerful punch, and it moved me back about two inches. All of his momentum stopped and he looked me in the eyes in horror. “Told you you're going to need an ambulance.” He tried to move his arm away, but I grabbed it in my left hand and followed through with an open palm strike to his elbow with my right. The was a sickening crack followed by a painful scream as the joint was broken. Following through, I punched him once in the side breaking some ribs. I leant in close and whispered in to his ear. “By the way, you should know Celestia is a jumped up bitch who needs to take her head out of her ass and see the real world. Should have taken me up on my offer, you could have met her today.” He tried to speak, but I slammed his head down on the bar, breaking his nose and sending to the bliss that is unconsciousness. I reached in to my pocket and pulled out a wad of hundred dollar bills, leaving them on the counter. Leaning over, I grabbed a bottle of eighteen year old whisky. Glenfiddich? Not bad, that'll do. “I'm taking the bottle. I don't want to be disturbed again.” Making my way over to the another corner, I sat down again and avoided the stares being thrown my way. Opening the bottle, I lifted it up and tilted my head back, closing my eyes. I got confused when the bottle didn't reach my mouth, and opening my eyes I saw another guy. He was quite muscular, around my height, and had an electric blue mane. He also had two glasses in his hand. “Sit.” “Nice to meet you Alec, my name's.......Shaun.” Nice going Armour, now what the fuck do you want? “How about a toast to a big white bitch?”