The loud Scream rattled the Sniper's skull as he stopped dead in his tracks, taken aback at the screech of terror.
He quickly turned to face the direction of the clubhouse he had just departed from. A second later, another louder and even more distressed scream ripped through the air. The Sniper started a dead sprint towards the clubhouse, completely forgetting his other planned daily tasks. His blood rushed in his ears as the yelling got louder as he approached the club house.
As he rounded a grove of apple trees, he came to a small clearing where the club house resided. Outside the clubhouse, four stallions including one zebra were laughing and crowding around little Apple Bloom, the small filly was absolutely terrified, tears streamed down her face as she shook with terror. He turned his attention to the stallions, he instantly recognized the tattoo on each of the four, the same tribal marking he had seen on the other group earlier that day.
The Sniper braced himself against a tree and brought up his weapon, taking aim at the closest stallion to Apple Bloom. However, just as he was about to squeeze off a round, one of the stallions just so happened to look in his direction. The pony stared blankly at him, then squinted at the man as if to see through his faux vegetation cloak. The Sniper swiftly ducked down behind the tree,
"Fuck, I should have just stood still, maybe he didn't see.. He thought as he took a quick peek from behind the tree.
The stallion had drawn a rather large knife and was making his way over to The Sniper's position.
The man whipped his head back to the safety of the tree.
SHIT! well fuck, he saw me. he groaned internally.
The Sniper said a quick prayer as he heard the stallions hoof beats approach closer, and closer. The man drew his own blade, an old U.S Marine Ka-Bar combat knife. He had got bought it from a local vendor selling used knifes in Afghanistan, the condition was poor but he fixed it up after getting permission from the officers on base.
"Nah' where is that fucking thin'?" Said the voice of the stallion, who had now reached the tree and was standing directly beside the concealed Sniper, who had not even taken a breath in his stealth.The man could see the shine of the blade that was gripped in his hoof, it was mere inches from his face. Another voice called out from the club house.
"Well fuck it, whatever was there is gone now, get back over here, we got a filly to attend to.." he trailed off into laughter has The Sniper could hear Apple Bloom scream while being dragged on the ground.
His heart rate increased as rage boiled deep from within him, he looked up at the stallion who was now smiling at the prospect of attending to the filly.
The sick, maniacal look on his face pushed The Sniper to the tipping point. He jumped up from beside the now-surprised stallion, whose face turned to one of smug anticipation, to one of fear and surprise.
"What the f-!!"
The Sniper grabbed his snout as he sank his knife into the throat of his victim, muffling his cry of pain as blood spilled everywhere, soaking his ghillie and staining his knife red.
"HEY!" One of the stallions yelled as he pulled out a machete and started to sprint to the aid of his fallen comrade as he raised his weapon in the charge.
The man raised up the dead gang member as a body shield while the other stallion charged in and chopped down onto his friend's corpse, splitting a huge gouge between his shoulder an head, which effectively broke its neck and sprayed blood everywhere. The Sniper pulled out his side-arm and firmly pressed it against the stallions temple.
His head exploded into a gory mess of blood and viscera as The Sniper pulled the trigger. He pushed off the two corpses and fired a few more rounds into the group, which all of the members had their weapons drawn. One of his bullets hit their mark as one gang member collapsed due to a 45. entered his chest cavity.
Unfortunately for The Sniper, his gun jammed, effectively turning into a $500 hammer, which he used to his advantage as he clubbed the last gang member over the head with it. The zebra however, did not seem to KO so easily, he shook off the blow and slashed back with a wickedly sharp kukri. The slashed just barely missed the man's face as he dodged the savaged slashes. he quickly raised his left arm, catching the zebra's sideways downward chop, he then thrust his blade into the chest of the zebra and dug in.
The zebra coughed, splattered blood into The Sniper's face as the stallion then fell to the ground in a growing pool of his own blood. Withdrawing his knife from the zebra's chest, The Sniper stood in the middle of the carnage, covered in blood from head to toe. hearing a whimper, he turned to his attention to Apple Bloom, who was only a few feet away from him. Her mouth was slightly agape along with her eye being as large a dinner plates.
"Well shit." He simply said, knowing she had seen the whole violent fight.
"You okay?" He asked as he stepped forward and tentatively knelt to her height.
She was startled by this and squirmed away slightly.
Now, the man wasn't good with kids nor had any experience comforting them, but he pushed on, trying to get a response from the filly. She was now cowering on the ground, staring in fear at him. Deciding that trying to talk to her was proving to be a fruitless ambition, he sighed and turned around, beginning to walk away.
"W-wait!"
The Sniper turned to the small pleading voice, The filly had risen from the dirt and was giving the man a look of wonder and thankfulness, contrary to her previous emotions. He looked at her quizzically, patiently awaiting the rest of her response.
"Thank y-you, Ah really mean it." She almost whispered.
The man briefly nodded and once again began walking way until he was interrupted by a small tug on his left pant leg. Looking down, he could see the adorable eyes of the filly.
"Um, if it ain't no trouble, you wanna' have some lunch wit' me?"
The sheer amount of "what the fuck" was clearly present on the mans face, not only did the situation he was in was bizarre, but a filly, after witnessing him shoot, stab and kill some ponies, did the child want to have lunch with him.
"Uhh, sure?"
Apple Bloom gave a sharp gasp of excitement as she began to tug The Sniper back to the club house.
Having no idea why he was agreeing to this, he was reeling at the fact she wants to have lunch with a obviously dangerous being.
"I will never understand kids." He thought as the two made their way through the bodies of the fallen mercenaries.