• Published 23rd Feb 2015
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My Deadly Shot: Trixie is lethal - Magenta Cat



Trixie is Deadshot, the second best killer in all of Equus and the deadliest mare with a gun. But, for what good is a guns against a target who is immune to bullets? When a new client comes with a job that maybe not even Trixie can take, what will sh

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Deadshot #2. Unbreakable, untouchable. Impossible!

-Cover concept: Close up to Red Panzer's helmet. It's featureless except for the eyes and mouth holes. It has a swastica over a red circle in the forehead. Trixie, dressed in her Deadshot costume, can be seen reflected over the helmet.

***

I need a bloody beer. No, scratch that. I need to go to three different bars and drink them dry.

In fact, as soon as all of this is over, I'll find my contact, blow his knees off and ransack any drop of alcohol he may have in his house, followed by everything I can exchange for cigarettes, including his sorry flank.

I once heard Sonata saying she misses tasting actual pony meat (hence why I sleep with a secondary gun strapped to my leg). Maybe she would like a mafia spoiled brat if I put him in a taco.

Why am I this mad? Because I'm facing a walking tank inside bulletproof armor that shoots electricity from his right arm. That's why!

***


FIMFiction (not so) proudly presents:
Deadshot
in
Unbreakable

Written by Wave (running out of time) Blaster.
Edited by nightwalker
Deadshot created by Bob Kane, David Vern Reed and Lew Schwartz
(although his characterization comes mostly from John Ostrander's work).
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic created by Lauren Faust (and others I suppose).
Copyrights lololol.

***

It's nighttime in Manehatten. I'm on a rooftop. Around me are two incapacitated unicorns and a griffon. The four of us were hired to kill Black Mask, a pony who took control over the city's crime.

At first, it seemed to be an easy job; spot the guy, shoot his head off and collect the paycheck.

It was really amazing how everything went austral this quick.

First, Black Mask was wearing a bulletproof helmet and I spent my only penetrating round on his already reinforced window. Then, before we could make our escape, we're confronted by Mask's personal bodyguard.

It doesn’t help that he’s a meta-equine, a super pony. I'm not sure how it works, but he's wearing metallic armor that's making him invulnerable to anything, even bullets.

The really bad part about all this? He mopped the floor with the aforementioned unicorns and griffon in less time than it took me to tell you.

Now there’s just him and me, and I need to reload.

Buck me sideways.

"I'll be honest you, mein heckenschütze, I've never killed anyone." Red Panzer saunters slowly towards me. "I'm of the philosophiehie that life has more pain to offer than mere death." When he's close enough I see something in his forehead. Over his helmet, there's a red circle painted over the metal and, inside the circle, a black gammadion cross.

Bloody hell, I recognize that symbol. He must have noticed my surprise, because he stops and tilts his head to a side.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" He cracks a laugh at his own joke. I don't move, I can't let myself be exposed. "Oh, you recognize this, don't you?" Tapping his helmet with a finger. "Are you, by any chance, another impure?"

Don't answer Lulamoon. Whatever you do, don't let yourself--

"What if I am?"

And once again, my big mouth moves first.

"Oh, a defiant one." He tilts his head to both sides. "I knew there was a reason to get out of bed today." He takes another step. The aiming device over my eye tells me he's less than two meters away.

"Tell me, mein heckenschütze, what impurity afflicts you?" I glance at my wrists, hoping I’m wrong and that I’ve still got a round or two left. No such luck; both guns are still empty and the reserve clips are in my belt. "I can see a horn under that mask." He's getting closer. "But no magic? What, aren't you a pure-blood?" Panzer clicks his tongue under the metallic mask.

"I don't know, maybe." If I distract him enough I can... think on what to do. "My mother was a unicorn, but I never knew my idiot father." It kinda works, he's laughing. At least he stopped walking.

"Oh, some fräulein has vati issues." I wish he stopped mixing equestrian with ibex. "Tell me, do you believe in true harmony?"

"What do you mean?" That's it, keep talking.

"True harmony." He makes the same salute from when he was in Black Mask's office. "The eradication of everything that isn't pure and drives the world to chaos..." He starts a rant about some bullcrap I don't care about. I take the time to think.

I could fight Panzer, he's not my first meta-equine. I ponder his strengths and weakness. From how it looks, he's the one who threw the desk from the office and then he jumped after it. That means he's strong, very strong. He also was in the receiving end of a fight with Gilda. She may be unprofessional and careless, but she has also a reputation of being a deadly fighter, and Panzer took all of her blows directly. That, along with receiving a whole flamethrower and almost two full clips from my wrist guns, is screaming invulnerability to me.

If that's not enough, there's his arm cannon. If he's using the Night Guard's design, I'm in trouble. That thing was designed by and tested on Luna, the alicorn Princess. On its highest setting, it electrocuted her. Since I'm not an immortal alicorn, I'll have to stay away from that thing.

Okay, he's invulnerable, strong and has a lot of firepower. Now weaknesses, weaknesses... There must be something...

"...and glory will be ours! Sieg F*cking Heil!" His exclamation brings me back. "Maybe, if I talk to Black Mask, he'll let you live as my hündin."

I don't need a damn translation to know what that means. I raise both of my wrist guns at him.

"I don't think so." Fragg this, even if he kills me, I'm going down swinging. Hell, I've dreamed of a death like this.

"Come on, mein heckenschütze, you just saw that I am unbesiegbar. What chances could you have?" I aim at his face, right between his eyes.

"Let's find out."

Without any warning, he jumps at me. Too bad for him that I'm agile enough to avoid him and right in position to reach the stairs' door. I don't waste time with the doorknob and kick it open. I start my not-so-glorious escape when the stairs begins to shake. I try to keep moving, but the ceiling right in front of me falls. Red Panzer is standing in the debris.

"Going somewhere, fräulein?" I don't say anything, I'm too busy trying to keep my pants clean-- This gorilla just smashed his way through the roof!

I spin around and sprint back to the rooftop, slamming the busted door behind me.

Not really a good strategy, but I'm not thinking anymore. It doesn't matter by this point. No, don't dare to give up, Lulamoon, just think. Of course, Panzer is a tank; absurdly strong and resistant, but lamely slow. In the time it takes him to follow me back up here I manage to reload my guns. I take a look around; the others are still unconscious. Great.

"Knock, knock." There's a buzzing behind the door before it flies away in a flash of red electricity. The armored figure of Red Panzer comes out from the threshold. "You're supposed to say 'wer ist da?'"

I don't move. He doesn't lose more time and charges at me again, getting three strides closer before his left leg goes out and he falls flat on his face. I bring my second wrist gun up next to the first, the smoke from my first round still lingering on the barrell. It doesn't matter if you're bulletproof or not, the kinetic of a .55 bullet is something to be aware of. He gets up screaming.

"You dare to make fun of The Panzer, bitch!" He's angry. I'll need to think how good or bad is that. "I'll tear you apart." He points his arm cannon at me, just what I'm counting on. It starts buzzing again as I aim for the barrel.

Please work. Please work. Please work. Please work. Please work.

*bzzzzz--*bang!*

Please--

BOOM!

"Aaaaarrrrggghh!" I only heard the scream, as the smoke and dust doesn't let me see what's happening. I turn on the infrared just in time to see a body that looks an awful lot like Red Panzer's jumping at me. I don't get to dodge him this time. A train collides against my chest and I'm flying in the air, landing right next to the rooftop's border. I try to get up, but the pain is keeping me down. Come on Lulamoon, don't stay down, get up you old horse.

"I'll kill you for that!" Something grabs me from the vest and raises me over the air. "You bitch, I will enjoy sending you to höle!" I get to see his right arm. It ends near the elbow. Hanging from it are some cables and pieces of metal. I get to see some drops of blood too. Panzer extends his good arm, positioning me right over the edge. We're on a twenty story building, so if he lets me go, this is the end. Not a bad one, I have to say. "Any last words?"

"Ich durchbohrte die panzer," I murmur. He pulls me nearer to him, still holding me in the air.

"Come again?" Panzer turns his head so I'm facing his ear. I see what looks like an aperture to let sound pass.

"Heh," I let myself smirk at him under the mask. "Ich durchbohrte die panzer." Just as I expected, he looks at me without saying anything. His helmet covers his face, but I bet my three last unbroken ribs he has a dumbfounded expression.

"What did you just call me?"

I knew he didn't speak ibex, just pretending to.

"I just said 'I pierced the armor', you half-assed poser." I grab his arm with one hand and with the other I shoot, point blank, at his earpiece.

*Gong!*

The bullet hits the helmet and the sound is deafening. I can only imagine Panzer's face when having that same sound right next to his ear. He instinctively lets me go, reeling back from what must be an almighty ringing in his head. I'm holding onto his arm so I don't fall off the rooftop. When we're separated I see him pressing his left hand against the ear, crying in pain.

"That's the problem with all of you, bulletproof boys." I round him and shot behind his knee. It bends and Panzer involuntarily kneels. "You think you can't be harmed." I kick him in the head. His mask may be protecting him, but he still loses the balance and falls over his damaged arm.

"Argh!" He screams again in pain as the weight of his armor presses against his stump. I'm in a bad mood, I'm taking this personal. I keep kicking Panzer, forcing him to roll around the rooftop, right next to the edge. I take his head with my hand and force his eyes to the street that's twenty stores down.

"Now, you fascist imbecile, you’ve got two choices. You either tell me all you know about Black Mask, or else." I shot again against his ear, both of them.

"Die, you bitch! DIE!" Panzer tries to round house punch me. He's slowed down by the pain and disorientation so I barely need to move to avoid him. He staggers and turns around, only to find himself looking down both barrels of my wrist guns.

*bang! bang!*

I'm not expecting it to kill him with it, but the force of two point blank shots right at his head is enough to push him over the edge of the rooftop. It’s a great fall, and he's heavy, very heavy. I look down to see a crater in the street. His body is motionless. I use the PTD (precision targeting device) on my mask to look closer. I see a pool of blood slowly spreading under him.

Invulnerable? His armor sure is, but not his bones.

From the building across the street comes a fresh group of thugs, followed by Black Mask himself behind them. They look at Red Panzer's corpse, then up to where I am. All of their faces are showing terror beyond belief. All of them but Black Mask, his mask covers his face after all.

Thanks to the PTD, I see something very interesting about that mask; it doesn't cover his eyes.

*bang!*

Black Mask falls, right next to Panzer. I stare for a moment. This night has been crazy enough, and so I need to be sure this time. When another pool of blood starts forming around Mask's head, I'm satisfied.

Well, almost.

This bastard nearly got me killed, so I let out some steam by wounding his thugs. Nothing lethal, but enough to let them know that I'm pissed. After they're on the ground, writhing in agony, I go back to my 'team'.

I half-consider killing them and taking their money, but the mood for that has passed. I just got done brutally murdering two guys and probably making a good dozen more wish I had done the same to them. I’m done for the night.

Going around, I wake up my team, some more gently than others -- Gilda I only had to kick twice, for instance. After that, it's all the same routine as always. We go back to our contractor's safe house, take our share of the bits, and part ways.

It was one hell of a job, but at the end of the day, not so different. Someone wanted someone dead and I made it possible, end of the story.





At least this time I’ve got a train ticket home.

Author's Note:

That's it. My entry for my very first contest. Oh God, I'm a mess of nerves right now.

Thank you all for reading and commenting. Special thanks to all the wonderfull people who make this possible can be found here:
Contest project, day twenty three: Special thanks.

Comments ( 30 )

Awesome job my friend!

5675804
Glad you think so. Let's hope that it's good enough for the Harmonists

5677265 I am a huge grammar Nazi so I can always spot grammar mistakes.

5677374
Oh, please, do it. This goes for a contest, so any improvement is well received.

5682717
Of course, by all means. Why I put it out there.

The rest of the story was good and the attitude of the character and how her voice came through made me give it a Like. The GSP is... poor, is all I'll say, especially as a post-edited story. There's misspellings throughout, there's a lot of missing words. In the last chapter, you have "shot" when you mean "shoot" several times; that's just one example. Just a lot of stuff that a line-by-line read should have been able to clean up, in all honesty.

Still, nice potential. I like the world, I liked the characters and their interactions. As the one line I suggested indicates, I feel the story would be stronger if you kept playing up the dark/snarky humor of it all. The voice is good and you keep things flowing well, you just need to work on the technical. Best of luck with that in the future!

5683431
Well, that was the politest way I've been told that my grammar sucks. Seriously, I'm not kidding here.

Yeah, I borrowed the 'humor' from Gail Simone's Secret Six (a comic featuring Deadshot among other similar characters), I wanted that tone for the most part. But, to rive home the point of how serious of a treat is Panzer, I had to tone down the snark around him between the end of #1 and the beginning of #2. I think it gives more power to the confrontation if the antagonist's presence affects the story, even in a more subtle way.

Anyway, thank you for reading and commenting. Your addition is now part of the canon and I appreciate it.

5683551
Easter egg? Dude, a little less subtlety and this would be the Easter Bunny riding with Jesus of Nazareth on a Cadillac in space (I just watched Heavy Metal, okay).:rainbowlaugh:

But in all seriousness (because fanfics are serious business) I wanted to be brutal, mostly because I had a nazi villain. That's the ultimate free pass for a fairly over the top Fatality, I couldn't let it pass. And the German come back comes from a real life occurrence, only that it was about English.

Your fic is starting to grow in likes. I am beginning to become afraid.

5691852
Pff, that's nothing. The real achievement here is that I made it into TheSorcerersApprentice's Hall Of Approval!!

Woo-hoo!

5695995
*Tackles you to the ground then bashes your skull in with a brick*
I was going to say a pun about pizza...
*Puts on sunglasses*
but it was too cheesy.

Trixi the merc with the mouth

5699770
Fluent in German/Ibex. Thanks for reading.

I need a bloody beer. No, scratch that. I need to go to three different bars and drink them dry.

Oh, Wave. It's like you're describing my everyday mindset.

5708904
Closeness to the reader, my friend, that's always a key-point for every work.

So is there gonna be a Black Manta fic in the future?
Or a sequel to this?
Or both?
I want more of this kinda stuff damn it!

5712040
I'll have to think carefully about it, since this fic development took a lot of time and effort. For now I'll give some resting time to the idea.

On a side note, I'm not too familiar with Aria and Adagio's characters, so a good first step would be some research. In the visage of you being, well, you, I'm feeling it would be pertinent to ask; what key traits does have Aria Blaze?

Fuck...Fuuuuck. I know this story. How the heck can I comepte against the writer of THIS?! :twilightoops:

5740882
Uh-uh, I know that answer. Remembering that he's also the writer of this.

On a serious thought (and leaving the self deprecation aside), don't be like that. I was also checking out your body of work and I'm scared impressed too. I loved Frozen tears... and Seeds can't fly is pretty damn awesome.

5740937
:rainbowkiss:
Okay, we're both impressed by each other. It probably mean we're more equal than we think. Also, thank you! :rainbowkiss:

Finished the review for you: it's here.

5764091 Oh, it wasn't all that bad. Just one thing that really bugged me, really. The rest is fine, so you can put the bag away.

The fight scenes were good in this chapter. Not too drawn out, but not over too quickly either. Best of all, you managed to establish that Trixie, for all her skill, still struggled against Panzer due to his advantages, so it was a definite challenge. It can often be hard to balance a fight - too easy and it looks like you coddle the hero, too hard and the hero needs a deus ex machina to win, and if the hero and the villain are balanced in the wrong way, neither will get anywhere, making for a boring fight. But this fight was quite engaging. While I knew that Trixie would win (Panzer established himself right away as very much not an honorable winner, if you get my gist), it was equally obvious that she'd have to work for it.

5786757
Although I'm not directly against darker and edgier, I prefer my stories to keep a more lighthearted tone. Since this story IS dark and edgy by principle, I decided to do the same thing Miller did in Dark Knight Returns; remind the audience of the silliness of the concept. In this case, costumed super-villains with themed gadgets and names.

In fact, every character here is either a reconstruction or a deconstruction of comic book villains in different ages;
Black Mask - The Golden Age
Flim/Icicle and Flam/Equine Flame - The Silver Age
Gilda/Bronze Tigress - The Bronze Age
Red Panzer - The Dark Age
Trixie/Deadshot and Sonata Dusk/Killer Moth - Modern Age

In regards to Gilda, it's more Panzer being a nazi, calling names to everything that's not a pony, than anything else. Since Gilda is half-lion half-eagle, he goes for half-breed. About how does she looks, it should be like this dressed with this.

Well, the fic opened with a bullet nobody saw coming. If I come back to this universe, I'll try to explore more subtle ways.

5786873
Well, the entire point of this fic was to construct an impossible situation, so I went for nazi!Iron Man against the missing daughter of Clint Eastwood. There WAS a Deus ex machina at hand, but Trixie wasted it against a window. At the end, they were never balanced; Panzer was essentially a tank, outgunning Trixie in every possible way, but she was Sun Tzu against a rock in tactical terms.

Well, glad you liked it. As one of my long-time commentators, your opinion is always interesting to know.

This was amazing! I'd love more stuff like this!

7466402
Well, with adrenaline-high I got from the movie, I would like to make a Suicide Squad sequel, but right now I'm kinda tied up with university. Still, I got clear that there will be a follow-up someday.

Thanks for reading and glad you liked it.

"He moped the floor"
Should be "mopped".

8397223
Thanks for the heads-up.

And for reading.

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