//------------------------------// // Chapter 13: Boom Headshot // Story: Hatred of the Anti-Brony // by Angrywritingskills //------------------------------// About three days later I’m now about a day away from New Canterlot resting on the side of a road. I’ve gotten a map and checked the date at a rest stop I passed by not long ago. It’s late August which really opens my eyes since I thought it was still June. Also I’ve finally had something to eat recently so I’m all set to go in to that city. All set to kill six murderers. Personally I’m at a conflict over who I should kill first. Twilight killed my friends but Rainbow Dash did call me a worthless cunt. I’ll decide when I get there. A day later I arrived at New Canterlot. Bronycon will start in three more days so I have time to kill. However I’m sticking to the outskirts of the city for the time being. That place is crawling with ponies; I can see them from the highway and I have no intention of associating myself with them. I already seen enough of them and I don’t want to see anymore. Oh and New Canterlot is huge like skyscrapers huge. I looked it up at the rest stop where I got the map. On the little pamphlet I picked up it detailed the history of the city. Turns out New Canterlot is located in the valley under regular Canterlot which means I passed by Ponyville as I traveled here. But anyway the important part is this place is still under construction. It’s to be a shining example of pony and human relations and that’s why it’s the new capitol city. Yeah Canterlot is now a kind of private estate more or less and New Canterlot is to be the center of Equestria. This Bronycon is more like a celebration rather than a con like it used to be. Yep this Bronycon will be like a ceremony to commemorate human and ponies getting along and that really sickens me because that should have never happened. Two days before Bronycon it occurred to me one morning that I should probably scout the area out to make sure I could do this. I mean it would be tragic if I was tackled before I could even get to the ticket booth. I need a game plane and then a backup plan. Oh and I’m getting in for free because tickets are for pussies and rich kids. Which I am one of the two. As soon as I drove into the city, I was surrounded by pony after pony. Yeah there were humans but there were mostly ponies. It wasn’t like Las Pegasus where there was a human district; this was diversity at its finest. I could barely look at the ponies as I drove by them. It just reminded me of that thing Lewis took me to. What I would give to have the courage to pull my Uzi out and just spray a crowd of them. They would fall faster than the fandom should have after the show was cancelled. Eventually I found the place that Bronycon would be at. Wasn’t hard to find because there was advertizing everywhere. People were setting up stands and stages in this big courtyard and there were a lot of decorations. I got here by following a pamphlet that some pony was handing out. I didn’t actually approach the pony to get it but instead waiting around until someone threw one in a trashcan and then I reached in and grabbed it. I really don’t like ponies. The important thing is the courtyard will be easy to sneak into. I’ve already planned something out. The city is pretty much just a construction zone so all I have to do is sneak through the construction places and simply blend into the crowd. Should be easy since I have time to prepare and I’ll be cautious. To hide the Uzi all I have to do is awkwardly walk around with one hand in my jacket. No one will suspect a thing. Have to admit I’ve never really broken the law. Well never broken the law intentionally. Okay nobodies gunna believe that but even when I’ve been with my friends and there were doing stuff they shouldn’t, I refused to partake. This could have been movie hopping or diner dashing but I’ve never actually done anything this bad. Normally my nerves would take hold but I’m fairly confident. After all I’m either dying by another guy’s gun or by my own. On the day of Bronycon I drove as close as I could get. There was heavy traffic so I was about a quarter of a mile until I had to park and take a walk. By walk I mean I pretty much jogged and weaved past bronies and ponies. I need a spot directly at the spot the mane six will be. I may be early by about four hours but I’m not giving them a chance to elude me. The con started at ten but they arrive at two. I quickly found a map of the con on one of those big map things that are found in malls. They’re pretty much in the middle of the con so it looks like I’ll have nowhere to escape when I cap them. That’s kind of concerning since I’ll get torn apart by an angry mod of pinkie pie cosplayers. Oh well, all’s well that ends well. I made my way to the alleyway that’ll lead me to my free ticket to Bronycon. It’s kind of a maze since I will be going through a couple of construction zones but it’ll get me to where I need to go. I just hope that no one spots me. Then this will all be for nothing. I turned into the alleyway that was basically two construction zones next to each other with that fence with blue tarp being the two walls. That was when I saw him. Right to the side there was this guy sitting on this wooden box. What was he doing here? Smoking dope? He didn’t look like a security guard so what was he doing here? Well I’m gunna have to go past him since I have no other alternative. As I walked past him he eyed me with these beady little eyes. I stopped in my tracks. I just realized I forgot my Uzi and my face isn’t covered so I’m gunna get caught. It dawned on me yesterday that I may be able to escape but I can’t do that if they see my face. All I would have to do would be move down a crowd of bronies and make it to freedom. Sounds like a piece of cake. My stopping must have been a signal for him because he stood up and greeted me. “So you here for the weapons?” He asked. I froze and stared at him confused. He literally grabbed his chest. He’s an older looking man and I must have given him a scare which may have given him a heart attack. “Shit. You’re not here for the weapons are you?” He looked ready to piss himself. “No.” I said. “But I am now.” The old guy smiled obviously relieved. Who was this middle aged guy? But more importantly what does he mean by weapons. My curiosity is begging to be sated. “Name’s Frank.” He said shaking hands with me. “So you didn’t know I was here?” “Nope I was just walking and happened to find you.” “Well lucky you.” Frank said turning around to open the box he was sitting on. “If you’re looking for weapons I carry guns and some blades. No assault weapons only hunting equipment. You know like rifles and shotguns. It’s too hard to get assault weapons on Earth so don’t bother trying to get them here.” “You get a lot of customers?” I asked. “Not as many as I would like.” Frank said undoing some latches. “With Equestria being gun free I would think that people would want to own a firearm. You know for self defense, but I only get a couple of clients.” “Yeah ponies aren’t very keen on guns I hear.” I tried looking past him to see what he had. “So where do you get these.” Frank opened the box and turned to me. “That is privileged information.” He pointed then got out of my way. I walked up to the box and gazed inside. There was a shotgun, a rifle, a couple blades, and three pistols one being a revolver, all laid out in a foam case. It was pretty astonishing actually. I’ve never been around guns that much so this was kind of neat. “Are these all ya have?” I asked. “Oh no. These are just for display.” Frank said. “I also got machetes if you’re interested.” I nodded. Well that’s really nice. “Um how much do these cost?” Frank pointed to each one. “The 12g is four hundred, the rifle is six hundred, the Glock is five hundred, the M9 is six hundred, the revolver is five hundred, and the knifes are twenty five, fifty, and a hundred.” Well fuck. I got five hundred dollars in the car so there’s nothing I can get that’ll be useful. I can’t conceal a shotgun, and why would I buy a pistol when I have an automatic. The only thing I would want is the rifle because maybe I could snipe them from somewhere. Actually that’s a good idea. Yeah then maybe I’ll actually have a chance to escape. But I don’t have enough money, damn! I stood there admiring the weapons. So beautiful, reminded me of my own gun, that I sadly will have to go back for. Wait I got an idea. A wonderful idea that involves a mutual benefit. Yes it is a wonderful idea because I’m about to be generous. Screw Rarity, I'm the fucking element of generosity. “Hey Frank could I offer a trade?” I asked. “What? A trade.” Frank thought for a second. “I suppose so but what do you mean by trade?” “I’ll show you. You’re gunna like it. I’ll just be a second. I’m gunna be driving up in a jeep.” “Alright.” Frank said with a wave. I ran back to the car and jumped inside. In about five minutes I was back to the alleyway. I parked to the side and reached for the Uzi. Stuffing it and the three magazines in my jacket I walked back to Frank. “Here” I said. “A genuine mini Uzi, and” I stacked the three magazines. “Three fully loaded active magazines.” I could tell Frank took immediate interest. He picked up my gun and examined in and did these things like pulling it back. It was obvious he was impressed. And shouldn’t he be? This was hand held firepower and after the laws that were placed, guns are a dying breed in the world. Although nothing will ever destroy the stockpile of munitions on Earth, they can keep them from civilian hands. And that scares me. Dumb ponies and their stupid moral code of friendship. “So how about I make you a deal. My Uzi for that rifle with the scope and everything.” I pointed to the display rifle. Frank put my Uzi down and then held the magazines for a second before putting them down too. “You got it buddy.” He said with a smile. “I’ll be right back.” I’m not stupid I know I’m making a bad deal. An Uzi is worth more than that rifle probably. I forget what I paid for it but I remember it being in a shady alley like this. Some gang member sold me it if I remember correctly. But that Uzi will be worthless when I’m dead. Besides I’m being generous like I said because he’s getting the better deal. Frank returned with the rifle in hand. The rifle was this brown wooden one. Looking like the stereotypical thing a hunter would have. Too bad I was never a hunter so I have no experience with this type of thing. Oh well never hurts to try out new things. “Here ya go.” He said setting the rifle down on the box. I picked it up and looked down the scope. Yeah I can make this work. I noticed there was no clip in it. “Hey I gave you three mags, can I have just one?” Frank nodded and walked away. He came back with the mag and set it on the table. “Any you may want to get a case to cover that. Even on Earth they hate it when you openly carry.” I smirked. “Don’t worry I’ll be careful when using it.” I walked off before he could ask me when I would be using it. So the original plan to infiltrate Bronycon and spray the mane six has been replaced with this new plan. I just have to find a vantage point and aim down. It’s a better plan I think because now I might be able to escape. I’ve got that bandana and sunglasses so all I have to do is wear them and my face will be hidden. Now I just need a good place to wait. After searching around for thirty minutes I found my place. New Canterlot is a construction zone basically. And me being a lucky fuck found the perfect place. It was high up about three stories at least. It’s an open balcony so I’m exposed from above but I’ll be hidden from view if I just duck behind the concrete wall of it. If I plan on making my escape then I’ll have to run down some stairs and just get out of here. Even if I flee the city then I’ll be hunted down. Which will be okay because I have no problem going into hiding for a while, might actually be peaceful being alone. My car is parked at the bottom of this building so I’m gunna try to use it as a means of escape. Still I doubt that I’ll be able to get out of here without being tailed by the entirety of Bronycon but I think I can at least give it a try. And if worst come to worst I’ll hurl myself off a building and crack my head open in front of everyone. I can see Bronycon, an entire plaza of people in pony clothing, just a sea of multiple colors. Kind of sad actually if I think about it. These people are here in a developing city ready to worship another culture. And I say worship because when Princess Twilight and her entourage come out I’m gunna see something that will make me blow chunks over the side of this building. They’re gunna bow because they saw it in the show so they have to imitate that. Seriously I’ve seen human world leaders bow before them. They should be bowing to us. Or even better no one bow at all because it’s just stupid how bronies imitate ponies like they saw in the show. Can’t they see that we should act like humans and they should act like ponies? Stick to our cultures and they stick to their. I waited at least three hours for those six devils in pony skin to come out. To tell the truth I really had some time to think. Like what will happen to the government of Equestria when they fall? I hope something really awful because it’s what they deserve. But what of bronies, I care about what happens to them the most. Will the subculture die out when their precious mane six are assassinated? I hoped that would be the case way back when, but then ponies just had to be real and the brony fandom achieved immortality. Still I would like to see the effect of my labor so I could gloat or something. I could hear crowds cheering and I got up and picked up my sniper. I laid it on the railing and looked for them. I found them but they weren’t where I thought they would be. For whatever reason they appeared on a balcony overlooking the bronies below and from my perspective they are the building in front of me and I’m looking down on them by about a story. It kind of pisses me off that they think they’re so important that they need to address people from a higher point. But the real question is why? Are they so afraid of us humans that they distance themselves? Wait a minute. If I think back to that Twilight reaction of me saying I live with my mom, then could it be that maybe they’re a little intolerant of bronies? I mean every since their culture took hold kids have been more dependent on their families and thus it is more common for people to live with their parents until their mid twenties, early thirties. Which is outrageous. So maybe the mane six are just like me and they don’t like to see people like that. Which would make their little act of solidarity completely justifiable because they would dislike stuff I dislike. Which would mean we aren’t that different. I lowered my rifle. “Nah that’s bullshit.” I said raising the rifle back up. “I’ve watched them on TV and they greet those bronies with such enthusiasm. My brain is just trying to play tricks on me, thinking I’m the same as they are. I gunna kill them all.” Once all them were seated in a line and staying still, seating themselves in chairs, I adjusted my scope on a broad range. Now it’s time to address the real question. Who do I kill first?