Tomorrow. Tomorrow was the day. The wedding. Hell, I don't even remember who's getting married. I don't care either. They're probably going to die tomorrow anyway. Wouldn't you find it a little creepy if you found out someone knew when you're going to die before you did? One will die today, I don't even know how many tomorrow. Maybe everyone. Maybe the guard. Maybe me. No, no. Not me. I'm going to live.
I was awake the whole night. I found a knife in the trash I was surrounded in. A little rust, but that was easily taken care of. I was sitting there, sharpening the knife. Getting the rust off. Rock Well. I need to kill Rock Well. He has that armor that can hide me. I'll be covered from head to hoof. I had been watching him ever since the day Icarus died. I knew the route he took to and from the palace. It's simple, his days are days were numbered.
Rock Well was strutting back and forth, shouting orders or something. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but I could hear his Sireish brogue. Not too heavy, but easily noticeable. Nothing I couldn't do. I practiced a little while I had the time and privacy It sounded like he had a little cold when I did it, but it was close enough. He pointed his hoof into the crowd he was in front of and someone came out. Rock Well was showing him close combat. Shining Armor. He was the one getting married. Shining Armor walked up to Rock Well after he finished his demonstration and patted him on the back. Rock Well smiled and walked away to another group of training guards.
"Shoot me in the leg." I said to some random hoodlum in the streets. It was dusk around now on a small street with no one on it except me and this futureless scumbag. I knew he had a gun. I could see it.
"Yo, dude? You alright?" he asked.
"It would give me great pleasure if you shot me in the leg."
The kid backed up giving me a stare. One I didn't like either. "Dude. I think you need help. Somthin' wrong with you?"
He wasn't listening to me. Rock Well was going to be here any moment now. Dear Celestia, I think I can hear him coming. I was running out of time. But, I had a knife. And I was less than a step in front of him. I pulled out my knife, pushed this loser against a wall. "Listen to me you lowlife prick! You shoot me in the leg and run away! That's all you have to do. Do it or I'll slit your throat and leave you by the side of the road!"
"Oh Celestia! Okay, okay. I'll do it bro! Alright? Will that make you happy?"
A small smile stretched across my face. "Whenever you are ready." I said, backing up. "Just pull the trigger and run away." He used his magic to slowly draw his gun. He was wasting my time, trying my patience. "What the hell are you waiting for?!" I shouted.
An explosion ripped through the silence like an ax. "Holy shit!" the worthless piece of trash said.
"Now, run!" I told him. He ran off. He was scared. Good. Someone came running down the street. White fur. Brown mane. Silver shield and spear as a brand. Sireish brogue. Rock Well. It had to be him. I looked down at my bleeding leg and a small smile came over my face. I didn't even realize the pain until Rock Well bent over me.
"Are you alright? What happened?" he said.
"What do you think!? I got shot by some jackass!" I yelled at him.
"Who? Where did he go?" Rock Well asked.
"I don't know! I didn't see where he went!" I lied.
Rock Well picked me up."Where do you live?" he asked.
"Here, on the street." I said.
"Figures. Every-pony is after the homeless. I'll take you to my house. You might want to hold on."
Perfect. He was doing it. Just what he was expected to do. He ran fast. Maybe not as fast as Lightweight once was, not even close. His house. It was decent. At least it wasn't an apartment. Then I would have to be extra quiet. "Hello Ro- who the hell is that?!" a mare screamed. I was guessing it was his wife. She looked at a little colt, around five. "I mean, who the heck is that." she corrected. The colt snickered.
"Get me something to pull this thing out and something for him to bite down on. He got shot."
The wife told the colt to go to his room and she got a metal spoon and tweezers. For some reason, it didn't hurt as much as it should have. But I had to exaggerate because he could find out. I was lucky to have my knapsack around my shoulder, where the knife was. They patched me up, fed me and showed me some kind of homeless shelter or something.
Rock Well was leading me to the shelter when he spawned an odd question. "Have you ever had to kill someone?" Was he on to me? Did he know what I was up to?
"No, not really." I said awkwardly.
"Well, I did. I'm a solider. That's my job. Yes, it's unnerving, but you tend to get over it. If some-pony ever had to kill me, I would forgive them. Even if they just did it to do it. I would forgive them because they are ponies without a place, without an element." I looked at him. He was smiling at me and I smiled awkwardly back.
It was 1:30 now and I was in front of Rock Well's house. I stood there, just looking at it. I picked the lock and tip-hoofed inside, my knife in my mouth. The plan was, I go in, chances are, Rock Well is awake, so if he is awake I'll just slit his throat, clean up, hide the body and get the armor. If anyone else is awake, just take care of them, hide the bodies and so on and so forth.
Rock Well was writing something on the kitchen table. Whatever he was writing, his back was turned to me. Rock Well was writing a letter, in fact he had just finished it. It was to his wife. An apology letter saying that he had to leave before she woke up so I guessed that they would talk or something before he left. I pulled my knife. So quickly, so quietly, I slid it across his neck.
As he died, I held a hoof over his mouth so he couldn't say anything. "I need your armor. I have to do this." I lied him on the ground. He was motionless. My first kill. But I had no time to think about it now, I needed to clean up the blood. That took two minuets. I shoved Rock Well in a garbage bag and put on the armor. I was lucky not to run into a guard. I found a little area of just grass. It was somewhat remote from the city. The city was small too so I used that to my advantage. I had taken a shovel from some loser's garage and used that to bury Rock Well.
I had to get to the palace by 3:00. It was around 2:00 now. I quickly got away from Rock Well's new grave. I turned to look at it one last time from afar. "Hello, I'm Rock Well." I said in his accent.
I could see nothing now. Just black. Then I saw the ghost. All he said was. "You had to do it. You're lost. I forgive you."
I sat up. It was still dark, but not as dark as, well, what ever that was. Then I realized something.No no, no. What? I wasn't having those dreams for just any reason, was I? The ghost walked up to me. "Have any good dreams?" he asked.
I stood up."You! You're- you're Rock Well?" the ghost didn't answer for a second, and then he went all foggy. When the fog lifted, it was a stallion. He had white fur, brown mane, silver shield and spear as a brand, and you could still see through him, but not as much. He winked at me.
"You got it." Rock Well said.