Hatred of the Anti-Brony

by Angrywritingskills


Chapter 14: We did it, we did it!

So it just dawned on me that I only have five bullets. Four in the clip and one in the hole. So unless I score a double headshot then I’m shit out of luck if I’m planning on killing all of them. But wait that’s impossible too because if I remember anything I’ve watched on television, then I would know that a hunting round is controlled expansion and only penetrates so much before it lodges into the tissue. Damn you R. Lee Ermey for teaching me that.

All right no problem just means one of them gets to live. Question is, who? Well it’s not going to be Twilight or Rainbow Dash. So it goes down to Applejack, Fluttershy, Rarity, or Pinkie Pie. Uh great another hard decision. Well they haven’t done much to me personally like the other two but I guess it comes down to how the survivor will react. Let’s see Rarity will probably have a heart attack. Gosh did she put on some weight. Fluttershy will probably become more of a social recluse and Pinkie Pie will probably do that depression thing that bronies love. Actually I think Applejack will be the most devastated because she’s apparently all about that bonding stuff.

Ah fuck it I’ll decide when I start shooting. Twilight got on this podium thing and started talking. Probably was making some kind of speech but I can’t hear her from here. Now back to the issue at hand. Who to kill first?

Let’s see it would be traumatic to kill Twilight right now because she’s making a speech and everyone’s eyes are on here. But Rainbow Dash did beat the shit out of me and kind of want revenge. I think I’ll narrow it down to the two of them. Rainbow looks pretty bored right now. I would be too if I had to sit and listen to a speech.

But gee is it just me or is this rifle getting heavy? No really why is it shaking? No fuck no. Really I’m getting nervous now? Come on Jim. Or Scott, or Andy, or… what is my name again? Jim, my name’s Jim. Come on get it together you can do this.

But what if I can’t? What if I miss or worst I miss and can’t fire another round? I don’t know how to use this! Alright just calm down and take it slowly. Really so what if I can’t figure out how to use this. There’s one in the barrel so all I have to do is pull the trigger. I can get one. I can kill one.

So Twilight or Rainbow Dash? Well Twilight because she’s the leader figure. But Rainbow Dash was rude to me. No Twilight because she can definitely be considered more important since she’s a princess. But Rainbow Dash has that twenty percent cooler bullshit that must be exterminated. But Twilight is just so beloved. But then again so is Rainbow Dash.

Twilight, Rainbow Dash, Twilight, Rainbow Dash, Twilight, Rainbow Dash, Twidash! No that’s gay. Twilight, Rainbow Dash, Applejack! No fuck Applejack. Twilight, Rainbow Dash! Everyone wants me to kill Twilight and I must obey. Wait a minute what am I talking about? It’s just too hard to decide. Twilight, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy!

I aimed my sights on the yellow mare. Yes she’s perfect. Fluttershy is the fan favorite I believe. And what better way to instill into bronies a feeling of loss than to take her out. In fact it might be the most traumatic to only kill her and make the bronies watch as her friends mourn. Yeah I can do that. Just one shot and no more element of kindness. All I have to do is aim in the kill area. Horses are like deer right? They got hooves so they must be similar. I played those hunting games at the arcade. Kill zone is in their chest area so if I hit her in the chest then maybe it’ll be fatal.

Still were there always twelve of her? Wait I’m looking at a cosplayer. I aimed back up at the real Fluttershy. Geez when did she get so small. No really she’s absolutely puny. It would be like hitting the wings off a bee from here. Am I zoomed in all the way? Yes. Well I guess I’m just exaggerating.

“Come on Jim.” I whispered. “Just stop shaking and be a man. You’re twenty three. Um twenty two, four, five, eighteen? No twenty three and you’ve chosen you’re life. And you chose to, to kill a pony fucker. But as I look down at her, I get doubts that I can do it. Not because I hate to kill but because what if I screw up? What if I fail and go to jail. I need time to think.” I put the sniper down and stood up and began to pace.

“You’ve been preparing for this for days which is different from the other stuff because this time you are ready. But now I’m just standing here wondering what I’m doing. What am I doing? I decided a couple days ago that I’m gunna do something. Oh wait that’s right I’m killing the mane six.” I ran back over and picked up the rifle and zoomed back to Fluttershy. “But what if I fail and go to jail. GODAMN IT, you already said that. Aaaaah!” I put the sniper back down and approached the wall behind me. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.” I banged my head against the cement. My glasses fell off and I went to pick them back up so my disguise would be complete again.

“Alright that’s hilarious.” I heard a voice close to me. Immediately I jumped back, scrambled to put my sun glasses back on, and searched for the source as my mind raced for a respond to go to. In front of me I found this little kid, more specifically a boy probably like four or something, I don’t know.

“What do you want kid?” I said instinctively because I didn’t really have a response for this.

“Oh nothing.” The kid said. “Why you wearing a mask?” I touch my face that was covered by my bandana. Knew this would come in handy.

“No reason.” I lied.

“Looks cool.” He said with his eyes wandering. “Say is that a Remington?” He ran past me.

“What?” I watched as he picked up my gun. Now normally if someone saw a kid whatever age pick up a gun they would scramble to take it away but this reaction didn’t occur to me. Instead I just stood there and watched him play around with it. I eventually just walked next to him and knelt down.

“Hey kid where are your parents?” I asked.

“Down there.” He pointed down to the crowd. Great some kid running away without supervision. His parents must be looking frantically for him. That ain’t good because they’ll find him and then me.

“How old are you?” I asked.

“Almost eleven.”He answered looking down the scope.

“Almost eleven wow.” And he escaped his parent’s supervision? I actually feel bad. Somewhere down there are two frantic parents desperately searching for their missing ten year old. Oh gosh that’s terrible thank god he stumbled upon someone who’s at least a bit responsible.

“Hey kid.” I tapped his shoulder. “You should probably get back to your folks. They’re most likely worried sick and you could get kidnapped or something. Your mom must tell you stories of all the missing children that wonder off and are never seen again.”

The kid shook his head. “They’re the ones who told me to go find my own adventure.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well.” He laid the gun down and sat with his back against the wall. “It was really boring down there. I mean really boring. And I was asking my mom if we could do something else. But she said that this was a very important event. Like really, really important. So then my dad said I should go entertain myself. He gave me a twenty and that’s really dumb because twenty dollars won’t get you fucking shit in this mother fucking place.”

“Jesus, kid, watch the language.” I sat down with him. Sure killing the mane six is on my mind and I should get back to it but they’ll be up there for a while. Their little thing lasts an hour.

“So.” I looked at the kid. “You got a name?”

“Yeah.” He laid my gun in his lap. “Daniel.”

“Well what’s up Danny.” I said with an outstretched hand. He just looked at it.

“My name’s Daniel. Not Danny, that’s a little kid’s name.” But you are a little kid, I felt like saying. Instead I just rolled my eyes.

“Alright fine. What’s going on Daniel?” He shook my hand for that. To my surprise he knew dabs.

“I’m bored.” He admitted. “I mean who wants to listen to some pony talk for an hour?”

“You and me both pal.” I slouched up against the wall next to him. He was admiring the rifle.

“You know anything about those?” I asked.

“Yep. My dad hunts and sometimes he lets me come with him.” Daniel looked through the scope again this time at the wall in front of him. He really knew how to handle that thing or at least looked like he did. Gives me an idea.

“Hey Dan.”

“Daniel.” He corrected me sternly.

“Daniel.” I peaked over the wall back to the con. “Bring that sniper up here.” He stood up holding the rifle pointing towards the con. I promptly shoved him down to one knee and but the barrel of the rifle on the wall we are behind so it would rest giving the kid a way to stabilize the rifle.

“You ever shoot anything when you were out hunting with your dad?” I asked crouching next to him.

“Yeah I shot at a deer once.” He said looking through the scope.

“You shot a deer at age ten!” My mouth was agape but he couldn’t have seen it. “Damn that’s impressive.”

“No I shot at a deer. I didn’t hit it.” He sounded annoyed.

“Oh well still that’s pretty good for your age.” I looked back out at the con. “Yeah I have no idea how to handle that thing. I just bought it because it looked cool.”

“Well at least you turned the safety off that’s a common mistake for rookies.” Look at this kid, a pro hunter already. “How did you get this thing anyways? My dad says guns aren’t allowed here.”

“Kid, that’s privileged information, you don’t go around asking people where they get their guns.” I said sternly.

“Whatever.” He shrugged looking back into the scope. We were in silence for a second until I remembered my plan.

“Hey kid.” I tapped his shoulder again. “Get a clear look on Fluttershy. You know the yellow pony up there on that balcony.”

“Yeah I know her.” Daniel did as I said. “Why though?”

“Just hear me out.” I pointed to where she was. “Think of this as practice. A horse is like a deer right?”

“Sure they got hooves.” Daniel said. I grinned behind the disguise.

“And I have a question. Where exactly is the kill zone in deer? In the chest region right?”

“Pretty much. I know the place by heart. There’s the lungs.” He swung the barrel slightly. “The liver, and then the heart. Pow insta kill.”

“Really?” I gleamed. “You think you could hit the heart from here?”

“Oh yeah it would be an easy shot.” Oo hot shot here.

“Easy eh? You sure?” I asked.

“You kidding?” He looked at me and I turned his head back to the scope to make sure he could remain focused. “The shots I’ve made on chipmunks were harder.” I was trying to make sure he was still on Fluttershy but I couldn’t tell. Oh well.

“Hey kid, what’s your trigger finger? I knew guys who liked to use their middle finger instead of their index.”

“Yeah me too I like my middle.” He moved his finger to the trigger. “I can fire faster especially with pistols.”

“Show me.” I said almost like a demand. “Just yam on that thing for a sec.”

“Alright.” He said still not taking his eye off the scope. “I can go about twelve rounds in” BANG! Daniel’s shoulder went back and then returned to aiming position. He looked scared out of his mind. Screams erupted from down below and the rainbow of people started moving around in a frenzy. It was like rainbow ants were just going nuts.

“Little something even I know about gun safety.” I grabbed the rifle out of his hands as he looked up to me. “Never pull that trigger while there is someone near the line of fire.” I looked through the scope to that adjacent balcony. The mane six were all crowded around something. Eventually Rarity moved her fat ass and I saw Fluttershy had fallen over and wasn’t moving. Not as much blood as I would have thought but still she was either dead or dying.

“God damn!” I exclaimed. “You shot her in the fucking heart just like you said you would!” I placed the rifle down.

“I what?” Daniel said in disbelief. I scooped him up and spun around.

“You did it! You did what I couldn’t do. You’re my fucking hero Danny!” I placed him down. “Oops I mean Danny.” I patted him on the head and picked up the rifle again. I gotta get rid of this thing. Would be bad if someone saw me with the gun that killed Fluttershy. I raised it over my head and threw it off the balcony. Don’t know where it’ll end up but I’ll be long gone when they find it. I started to leave when I remembered the kid. He was sitting down and curled up with his head in his knees.

“Hey thanks for your help kid.” I said. He didn’t respond. “Couldn’t have done it without ya.” I looked to my escape route which was just a couple of flights of stairs and then to my car. But shit I need to do something about the kid, I owe him.

“Hey kid, come with me. They’re gunna be hunting down a culprit. Don’t worry I’m really good at escaping stuff like this. Well I got away with one crime so it’s a safe bet I might get away with two.” He still didn’t respond. “Yeah I guess running away from home is a big decision to ask you of.” I leaned against the wall next to the exit of the balcony. “I was eighteen when I ran away so I guess I’ll ask you when you’re that age.” Damn this is sappy. I need to give this kid something to go on, my conscience demands it.

“Hey kid.” I looked at the ball of sadness that didn’t look back. “When they find you and question you, tell them exactly what happened, don’t lie. Don’t be ashamed to admit what you did. You wanna know why? Because this ain’t your fault, it’s mine. Tell them a masked man made you shoot the element of kindness. Don’t apologize to them just tell them the truth. Tell them I am to blame and when you do you will be forgiven. Trust me the media will eat this up and you’ll be loved because you’re still just a kid.” I took another looked at my escape route. “Well so long Daniel. I gotta go so maybe we’ll see each other again. I’ll buy you an ice cream. See ya.” With that I made a sprint for the stairs, leaving poor Daniel alone to the screams of Bronycon.

I raced down the flights of stairs like a mad man and by the time I was to my car I was in a panic but I felt alive somehow. The reality of the situation hadn’t set in yet, all I know is to get into my jeep and drive away from this crazy city. I hopped in and turned on the ignition. I began to drive through the construction zone and to the alleyway that would lead to the road but I stopped.

The sounds of horns were coming from the road where I would get on to escape New Canterlot. No it’s too risky to go the street, people will see me suspiciously emerging from the construction zone and when the questions start being asked, they’ll refer to the car and they’ll find me for sure. Well no cops gunna get me by using my own property against me. I turned off the car and hopped out. I grabbed my money which was tucked away in my wallet and I set off.

But wait there’s another problem, my clothes. Little Daniel is gunna be asked to give a description of the suspect and when he does I’m screwed. I may be covering my face but I’m wearing the same clothes. And these are my only clothes so I’m fucked.

But wait I do have my jumpsuit. That’s genius; I knew that it would come in handy. I reached back into the car and took it out. I slipped into it with my clothes I got from Kyle and Bill. I zipped it up and that’s when it hit me. Why didn’t I wear this when I was planning to sleep out in the open that one night? That night I met Lewis I could have worn this and been toasty. Wait then I wouldn’t have had a pillow. No wait there’s something else.

I looked at my hands. I was still wearing those fingerless gloves from Myriad but there was that word, fingerless. Now I really hope that nobody finds that sniper rifle. They’ll just match my prints up with those in an international database and then bam! My ass gets thrown in the jailhouse.

Well nothing I can do now but, wait! I turned to my jeep. My damn fucking license plate! I ran over to it. I have no doubt that they’ll find this car. But what they find on it is the bad part. Fingerprints, information kept in the glove compartment, and my license plate number! Well if this isn’t the worst! I kicked the tire in frustration.

“God damn it!” I roared. “Just when I think everything is going to be okay, this happens!” I looked around frantically. Maybe there’s a place I can hide in these construction zones. Maybe I can jump off a tall structure and just get it over with. Maybe I can, an idea occurred to me, get rid of the evidence. I spotted a crane not far from me. Well I’m gunna learn something today. I’m gunna learn just how close I can cut it and I’m gunna learn if construction crews leave their keys in their vehicles.

***

So I think I’ve been labeled luckiest man in the world. So yeah apparently this construction crew does leave their shit just lying around. And me being me took advantage of it. With a screwdriver I removed my license plate and threw it in a big hole filled with water along with everything in my car’s compartments. Then taking an excavator I went to town on my car. Did the best I can and when I was finished, it was like a crushed soda can. I pushed it against a junk pile in the hopes nobody will question the newest addition. I climbed out of the excavator and walked off.

I took off my disguise and made it to the sidewalk. People and ponies were running towards Bronycon and the ones who were at Bronycon were running away from Bronycon. I didn’t stick around for too long. The whole place was chaotic, pandemonium, anarchy! I could get hurt if I wasn’t careful.

But really I must be cursed to cause misfortune around me or blessed that I can walk away from it all. Really I’m surprised my car didn’t explode when I crushed it. The thought had crossed my mind but I continued my task. Sad to see it go but this is a victory. I pretty much killed a pony. And not just any pony but a mane six. And not just a mane six but Fluttershy, every brony’s favorite pony. Fluttershy! Fluttershy! Fluttershy is not alive!

I wonder if God just likes me. Eh this ain’t the time to get religious. It’s time to celebrate. When I get to a safe place I’m gunna do something great. All by myself. Pushups maybe? Yeah I’ll get buff to celebrate.

I continued to walk down the street when the sound of a car speeding came from behind me. I glanced over my shoulder getting ready to start running. But I calmed down to see it was just a sleek black limo. Probably some celebrity or celebrities trying to escape Bronycon before it descends into a true state of chaos. That’s when suddenly the limo came to a halt a couple of feet in front of me. I continued walking although I was nervous. When I got a little in front of the back door of it, I felt myself being pulled backwards. I tried to fight back but whoever had me, had my arms held.

I was dragged into a rather luxurious and spacey interior before I was let go.

“I ain’t did nothing wrong.” I said scrambling away from my attacker. But when I looked at my attacker I almost couldn’t respond. “Darius?” I said not believing my eyes.

Darius smiled. “Yo chauffeur.” He called. “You speed away these people are crazy. Shooting around at crowds. If I wanted to get shot at I would go back to my hood.” He nudged my shoulder. “Ain’t that right Scott?”