With one pull of the trigger the sawed off shotgun fired, a small explosion ripping forth from the barrel and right into Celestia’s face. Pellets and heat erupted at the princess, knocking her back like a great big fist had hit her across the jaw.
The force of the gunfire knocked Celestia several feet back, leaving her unmoving on the floor as smoke rose up from her ruined face. The remaining guards and Luna stared in a mix of shock and horror at their fallen princess, unsure how to exactly react to such a turn of events.
Blowing smoke from the barrel of his gun, Trevor gave a low whistle and nodded his head. “Hot damn, nearly tore her entire face off. Won’t be much of a trophy on my wall now, that’s for sure.”
“T-Tia…” Luna muttered, staring at the dead body of her sister as tears sprung up in her face. Looking back at Trevor, she asked, “Why?”
“Well, let’s review ‘why,’” Trevor said, lifting up one finger on his hand. “She was a bitch.” Now two fingers. “She didn’t make me a sandwich.” And now three fingers. “Also, she was a fucking cartoon pony. Otherwise known as ‘not-fucking-real.’”
“You monster! Of course she was real! Don’t you see her dead right—” Luna paused, glancing at the spot Celestia was just at. Her blood was still splattered on the ground, but all signs of her fallen sister were gone. The guards too stared at the spot Celestia was just lying, their confusion evidently adding onto the general consensus that Celestia was now missing.
“See, what’d I tell you?” Trevor asked, resting the barrel of his gun on his shoulder. “She ain’t real, and neither are any of you. Now all I gotta do is wait for those fucking clowns to show up so I can tear their painted grinning faces a new one.”
“Tia…” Luna said feebly to the spot Celestia was just seen. Not only had she just witnessed her sister be murdered, but also disappear in plain sight. Glaring back at trevor, Luna ripped his sawed off shotgun from his hands and snapped the weapon in two in her magical grip. “You’re going to tell me where my sister is right now!” she shouted in the strange creature’s face, eliciting the use of the Royal Canterlot voice to make her point clear. “Or else so help me, I shall make you regret ever setting foot in this place!”
Trevor dug a pinkie finger into his ear, wincing at her high pitched tone of voice. “Fucking damn, I’m already regretting it if you’re going to be speaking like that.”
“Princess,” one of the guards said, taking a few steps forward to point at Trevor. “With all do respect, we should just throw this creature in the dungeon. Interrogate him for later. Right now we have no—”
Unfortunately for the guard pony, the rest of his sentence was caught off by a bullet to the head. There was a perfectly visible hole from his forehead to the back of his skull.
The guard fell to the floor with his mouth still open. The remaining guard ponies and Luna stared with wide open mouths and shocked expressions at the dead guard. Trevor instead took a glance to the side, where the bullet came from that felled the guard’s life in an instance. “Well I’ll be damned. We got some company.”
“Company?” Luna repeated, just as another guard directly to her left was knocked back by the force of the bullet ricocheting in his chest cavity.
“Yeah. The bad kind!” Trevor shouted, running towards the shelter of the castle doors.
Luna stood still for a moment. In such a short time she had been bombarded by such a conflict of events, she wasn’t exactly sure what to do, and right now her reaction to the fast paced and life threatening events before her led her to pause. Though when the last guard got shot with his throat practically ripped apart, she made up her mind right away.
In a flash of light she disappeared, returning to the safety of the castle. She was directly before the door leading to the outside gardens where she was just with Trevor.
Trevor made sure to join her promptly, however, when he charged through the doors and broke them apart with one fail fling of his body. Groaning under his breath, he stumbled back to his feet and muttered, “Shit, this is much less violent and much more painful than any doped out of my mind experience I’ve had before.”
“Who’s coming after us?” Luna asked, her breath frantic as more gunshots could be heard from outside.
Taking a quick glance before ducking for cover as bullets sprayed at his feet, Trevor said, “Someone who wants to fucking kill us, if that wasn’t obvious enough.”
“But who?” Luna demanded, stepping to the side as more bullets pelted the ground where the open doorway revealed the interior of the castle.
Taking another peek outside, Trevor’s face lit up with an almost nostalgic quality. “Why, I’ll be damned! It’s Merryweather!”
“Merryweather?” Luna asked.
“Some old cronies I used to murder back in the day,” Trevor explained, digging into his pocket. “Though I thought they were capoot for good. But today must be my fucking lucky day, because they’re back and fucking me just like the good ol’ days!”
“But why are they here? And killing my guards as well?”
“Well, they’re probably here to kill me,” Trevor explained, pulling out a carbine rifle from the endless repository of his jeans. “Guess you and the guards are just collateral.”
Luna’s eyes flared with a dark light that resonated with powerful magic. “I shall not allow these Merryweather people to harm my citizens or endanger the life of my guards any longer!”
“Collateral damage, baby!” Trevor chuckled, getting to the side of the door just as a Merryweather grunt charged through the doorway. The black clad soldier decked out head to toe in body armor and armed to the teeth with the most sophisticated and deadly weaponry a multibillion mercenary company could afford was quickly killed by numerous close range bullet wounds to the back of his head. Holding the smoking barrel up to his face and grinning wildly at Luna, Trevor said, “You gotta love it!”
Celestia stepped out of the hospital. Her thoughts were still blurry, but the last thought that ran through her head were the words WASTED and then her vision fading to red. Next thing she knew she was stepping out of what appeared to be a hospital. How she arrived there, she had no idea. What Celestia did know, however, was that Trevor killed her.
This news did not settle well with her.
“Trevor…” she whispered, walking forward blindly as her eyes adjusted to the sunlight. Her surroundings were fuzzy at best, but she could make out buildings reaching high to the sky. “I swear, Trevor, when I get back, you’ll pay. And if you harm any of my little ponies, I’ll make you rue the day you were born.”