Julian answered the door to find a man in a tan suit holding some kind of pistol in his hand. "Young man, where are your parents?"
Julian's grandmother entered the room, completely bewildered at the scene before her. She asked what was happening, only to receive even more questions.
"Ma'am," The man replied, "We've received word that someone has illegally tested explosives in the area, said to be within this house-"
He was cut off by the sound of Luna falling on her face, a barely audible squeak emanating from the hallway. Julian's eyes constantly shifted between Luna and the FBI agent.
The agent starred at the pony for a minute until his senses returned to him. Julian tried to catch Luna but was elbowed by the agent. The agent held Luna by her mane who yelped in pain. Julian summoned that speed again to kick the agent and snatch Luna from his arms.
The agent chased after Julian, who promptly slammed the door in his face. The agent kicked the door down and pointed his gun at Julian's head.
At this point all the ponies were bawling. The sight of the cold piece of metal the mysterious man was holding terrified them to the core.
"Put the creature down and place your hand on your head!" The agent shouted. Julian obliged and placed Luna on his bed. He refused to surrender to the man before him.
"I said, place your hands on your head!" The agent fired a warning shot.
Everything went quiet. Not a sound could be heard. Time seemed to have stopped all together.
Julian's heart beat like a humming bird's wings. His joints were locked. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move a muscle.
He only stared at the gun pointed at his forehead. Watching the man almost smirk at him. The sight slowly inched Julian to his breaking point.
The gun's barrel shifted from Julian to one of the ponies.
Julian could only watch. Closer to breaking.
The man's finger twitched.
Closer to breaking.
The trigger nudged towards his hand.
Closer.
The man smiled and switched targets quickly back to Julian. He pulled the trigger.
Julian exploded.
He grabbed the bullet just as it fired from the chamber. His hand emitted heat hot enough to melt the bullet he held. The skin on his body burned and melted off his bones. Julian clutched his head in agony as his skin melted off his face.
Fire surrounded his body, engulfing him. The more he screamed, the more the flames encompassed. Fire shot from his screams. Julian was close to being destroyed when the flames rebuilt him into a new form.
His skin was bleached. Fire replaced the hair on his head as it flowed upwards towards the sun. His body expanded with the new power flowing through him. And his pupils disappeared, leaving only glowing orbs where his eyes should be.
The energy surged through Julian. He looked at his hands, not a scratch on them. He laughed.
"What..." The agent could only stare at the sight before him. He felt powerless, his body froze as his body kicked into fight or flight.
Julian continued to laugh. "How pathetic." His voice, cold as ice, raspy and sore, was joined by another as he spoke, a voice higher in pitch and somehow even colder. It sent shivers down the spines of both those unfortunate to hear it, and his own. He felt overjoyed by his new voice, and even more by his power.
"What... are you?" The agent's grip on his gun was shaky, loose, yet tight enough to keep aim on Julian long enough to fire a couple more shots.
Each one bounced off of Julian like it was nothing. Julian's grin changed entirely. His eyes, despite being as hot as the rest of his body, were cold. Julian's gaze pierced through the agent's, starring into everything that he is and who he was.
"That hurt." Julian sulked closer to the agent, still piercing into him, "You really should be punished."
The grin returned to Julian's face as he dashed forward, shooting his knee into the agent's stomach. He coughed blood onto Julian's face, much to his delight.
Julian read the badge the agent dropped, reading its owner's name. "So, Norton. That's your name, right?"
Norton only nodded. Julian smiled even more, now that he had a name for the man. He kicked Norton to the ground, levitating slightly above him. He grabbed him with his tail by the neck, slowly crushing his windpipe. Julian picked the gun off the ground and aimed it at Agent Norton's jaw.
"Well then, Norton," Julian said, the same grin still plastered over his face, "Let's play a game. Give me two reasons to let you live before I-" He couldn't finish his sentence. Whether intentional or not, he pulled unloaded the last bullet in the clip into Agent Norton's head before letting him collapse to the floor.
Julian was stunned, though, by the damage done with the gun. Norton's entire head had blow to bits which splattered on the walls, blood spurting from his neck, coating the walls. The gun had some sort of enchantment casted upon it, not that Julian minded. He always liked surprises.
His fun was short lived, however, as he started to fade in and out of consciousness and soon collapsed to the floor.