Being in a criminal organization is hard enough with cops hellbent on busting you along with enemy gang members who would like nothing more then to smash your face in and leave you barely alive in a dark alleyway. But, what happens when the most powerful mafia crime family in Equestria is threaten by a deal gone sour, the arrival of new street gangs and a slowly corrupting police force to top it all off as the cherry of a shit sundae. Let's just say things only get worse in the world of crime. (Told in first person perspective of an unnamed character.)
I walk in the inconspicuous building. Battered, bruised, dry and fresh blood adorning my ripped suit. The guards look at me with piety as I walked by. They perhaps have heard the gossip from the other stallions. I trot up the stairs and onto the highest floor, the only floor were there are no guards walking about like mindless zombies from a cheap horror flick. I lumber myself to the overly large door, I gulp down my fear and knock on the door and recite the password “Non temere, perché io sono della famiglia”.
I hear a whispered response to my password “ Quick get in, don't want to keep the Boss waiting eh.”
The door opens, I walk in. The room was large and quite dark,you could only see the bodyguards (barely) heavily armoured and armed with weapons. I see the boss (also hidden in the shadows of the room), it's been a long time since I’ve seen him. Shadows still covered his facial appearance to me, I make out that he still has those same mutton chops and fedora he always wears.
“so it come's to my attention that a certain 'incident' has occurred on the job that I assigned to you” he inquired
“Yes, Godfather.” was my response
He sighs “Well then, would you care to explain what happened earlier?”
I sigh. I knew that this would happen, that I would have to retell the story to the Godfather.
Two Hours Earlier
The dark cold streets of Manehattan were something I was very well accustomed to, growing up on these streets as a young colt. I remember the first street fight I was in, the first time I was booked for burglary and assault. “Ah, those were the days” I whisper to myself. I continued to walk up the streets of Manehattan, into the industrial district of the city. Factories, slum buildings, unfinished Construction work, the homeless and to top it all off. The docks leading off to the ocean. But I wasn't here for sight seeing today, I was here for a job giving to me personally by the Godfather himself. I only brought my best men of my gang for this one job.
Turning into the dark alleyway I see nine stallions, all dress in pin-striped suits complimented with fedora's on their heads. “well look whose finally decided to show up to the party.” spoke one of the nine colts. I let out a chuckle “well, let's just say I came to this party” I take out a pair sunglasses and put them on“fashionable late.” groans of disapproval and hoofs smacking against foreheads were let out, music to my ears.“Okay boys clam down no need to get excited since I’m here” all the stallions stop their moaning of my horrendous 'joke' after I say this, their facial expressions turn back to what they once before I came. Calm, cool, collected and serious faces all around. Now was time to tell them my game plan for this job and what it's about
“As all of you know I have personally selected all of you for this important job if we can pull this one off we're golden.”
“Well then what's the game plan and what are we doing on this job?”
I reply “ Boys, we are here for one thing and one thing only, bits. A large sum of it.”
“How much?”
“ fifty-million.”
When I finished talking all of their jaws dropped wide open, Probably due to the amount of cold hard cash we could make off of this job if we did it right.
I bring out a briefcase “ In this here briefcase is what's gonna make our money.” I point my hoof at the two stallions with the rifles strapped to their back “Hey, Sharpshooter and Deadeye you're the best shots in my gang. You're going to over watch the deal on that tower overlooking the docks were the deal is going down capish”
“ Got it” they said in unison.
After they leave, I separate three colts from the group and assign them a position around the dock to flank any possible oncoming reinforcement or if they pull a fast one on us and try to get away with both the goods and the bits.
Now with them gone and in position I now only have four colts left standing in front of me “Alright boys now it's time to get down on what you four are to do” they all nod to show that their listening to me I then separate the four colts into groups of two. I send one group to hide away in the shadows in case of an ambush. Only two colts remain, my two best friends since I joined the crime family Grand-slam and Tommy-gun.
“Well, friends looks like we're all going in together both of you by my sides looking out for me and each other.” Tommy-gun replies first “ Hey, you sounded pretty unsure about yourself when you said that anything wrong man?”
“Only one thing.”
“Well then what is it?” Grand-slam says
“That this plan ain't gonna work” I say begrudgingly
“Don't work, this plan is top notch ain't no way it's gonna fail now boss.” he's say confidently as he nudges my shoulder with his hoof
“I hope you're right Tommy-gun.” reluctance is obvious in my voice
“Like I said no need to worry boss.” he flashes me a cheeky grin
“When you tell me not to worry I worry more ya know bro.” I groaned and looked towards the dark sky
“Whatever man let's get this over with and get home.” he sighs
I could always count on Tommy-Gun and Grand-slam to pull me out from my darker moments where would I be without them today; Who knows.
We head over to the docks. Tommy takes out his Tommy gun, his namesake and puts in a magazine and cocks his weapon he looked downright sinister with that gun like he could take down a full grown dragon just by staring at it with his gun. Grand-slam takes out his prized baseball bat and begins to polish it with a clean rag, before he became a member of our crime organization he was a famous well know baseball player, know for his ability to easily get home runs but he retired and mostly just knocks the light right out of ponies heads now a days with a swing of his bat.
The clip-clop of hooves greets my ears and derails my current train of thought. Three stallions dress in elegant tuxedos and sunglasses. As they draw near I notice the briefcase that one of the stallions is carrying. They stop in front of us all three of us, there are no exchange of words only eyes sizing each other up who would be stronger, who would use cunning, who would try to fuck the other.
I break the silence “ So you got the cash or what?” my tone was laced with malice I was trying to be intimidating but I was never one of those overly macho stallions that liked to get in everyone's face(colts like those deserved a hoof right in the face anyway). “Oh, we got the cash but, do you have the goods?”
“Before I show you the goods let me see the cash.” I say in a commanding tone
He stomps his hoof. The stallion next to him clicks the briefcase open revealing the bits. Fifty-million just there. “Mind if I check one out, make sure it ain't no counterfeit.” I nervously say
“There all real no counterfeits here.” his tone is condescending. The stallion with the briefcase moves the briefcase closer to me. I grab one. I inspect it thoroughly, checking the royal seal on the front and the city of Manehatten seal on back. I bite the coin like they did in those movies I watched as young colt. It's real as can be, I toss the coin back into open briefcase. I take out my briefcase and reveal what I have for their cash. Their eyes practically come out of their eye sockets I also could have sworn they were salivating over what was in the briefcase.
“So it seems you have what we want and that we have what you want.” he says sternly
“Cut to the chase.” I was annoyed
“Well then, shall we exchange our cases or what?” his voice was laced with annoyance as well
I grunt as a response I want to get that fifty-million and head home with my boys. We begin to exchange cases, they gave me the money first and then I passed them the goods. This deal has gone more smoothly then I thought it could...
The next thing I knew was that I was on the ground. I heard a Tommy gun firing off. I feel myself being pulled away by an unknown force towards the barrels that we're situated behind us. I feel myself come to my senses I shake my head. “IT WAS TRAP BOSS!” Grand-slam yells to me in urgency. “Don't you think I knew that the moment I was on the ground?” Grand-slam didn't reply to my snarky remark possible due to the deafening gun fire in the back ground. I looked to where I was moments ago to see all three stallions dead and both of the cases gone.
Tommy hollers to us excitement in his voice “I GOT BOTH CASES BUT THERE'S MORE GUYS COMING WATCH OUT!” About eight stallions with semi-auto weapons flooded the dock shooting us. The two other guys who I told to hide in the shadows were both dead on the ground before I could yell out to take cover. I take out my gun, a colt 45. revolver I kept in one of my pockets of my suit. Loud Shots from rifles can be heard in the distance Deadshot and Sharpshooter. I looked up once again from my cover, and see that two stallions on the ground dead one shot in the head a head shot and the other still alive (barely) clutching his gun shot wound which was to the chest. I feel sorry for the poor bastards but that's what happens when your on the receiving end of a sniper rifle. The remaining six stallions have went to take cover once they saw two of their friends dead bodies on the ground. Tommy blindly shoots his gun into the cover of the enemy gang members. I hear yells of pain. Gunfire is returned by the enemy, once they stop I shoot my revolver I hit one square on the chest he falls from where he stood into the cold murky water of the ocean. Once again shots from rifles are heard yelps of pain and death fill the air. Only one enemy remains, Grand-slam jumps from his cover and onto the freighted stallion. He beats him senseless with his bat now covered slightly in blood. “We got to get rid of the bodies, throw em' in the ocean!” I yell.
“Have fun sleeping with the fishes.” Grand-slam says as he dumps the last body into the ocean.
“Guy's we gotta split up, boss take the cash we'll take the goods alright !” Tommy throws the case towards as he finishes talking.
A grunt was my response as he threw the case containing the cash to me. They run away into the darkness of the nights. I make haste to get away from the scene alone by myself running through alleyways filled with trash,jumping over fences and avoiding areas where I would be seen easily. I stop I've made it quite far enough away from site of the deal gone sour, I breathe heavily. “Just were do you think your going eh, punk!” A foreign voice yells. I draw my revolver once again. From out of the darkness two stallions gallop towards me at full speed. I fire my revolver blindly, both stallions die instantaneously from the shots which were directed towards them, I thank Celestia and Luna for my lucky accuracy. Another two foes draw themselves from the shadows both are unarmed. I point my gun at one and pull the trigger. 'Click' “Celestia damn it” my gun had run out of ammo there was no time to reload. I put away my gun and charge them. It was a mistake I should have foreseen. I was on the cold concrete being beating to death by the larger one while the other collected the case of bits and walked away with no opposition. The larger one toke out a large steel pipe, I lay on the ground bloody, battered, bruised and suit ripped. His laugh, mocking me. He raises the blunt steel pipe to strike me down “Nighty night motherfu-”. The strike never came, I open my eyes to see my saviour. Deadshot smoke bellowing out from the barrel of his rifle. He moves towards me “ Man they beat you up but good boss” he astonishingly whispers
“Yeah, di-d you se-e him... the guy with the mo-money?” my voice came out in a raspy choked tone.
“No” he says disappointed
“What about the others then?” my throat felt as it was on fire at this point
“Five killed in action sir, the other four are fine they got away safely.”
I was overjoyed to hear that some of my friends had survived but five dead... this weighed heavily in my heart.
Guilt filled my heart, a single solitary tear escapes my left eye before I pass out from my exhausting night of thrills and woes.
PRESENT TIME
I finished telling my story to the Godfather. His response is only to sigh. “Everyone get out.” the Godfather said in a commanding tone. All the guards and myself begin to file out of the room “Except for you” his hoof is pointed directly towards me. Thousands of thoughts go through my mind is he going to piety me or is he going to murder me himself? Once all the guards leave it is myself... alone with the Godfather. “I expected better from you. As you're one of my capodencia and you are the best out of all the others.” I respond quickly “Godfather I know that I've failed you but, give me another chance please I beg of you.”
“Don't worry... I'm not killing you.” he says as if stating it as a cold hard fact.
My jaw drops. He isn't going to kill me? On the outside I kept my cool but on the inside there was a party full of balloon, music, food and streamers going all over the place. “Yes, I'm not going to kill you but.” There's always a catch in everything now a day's I think to myself. “ I”m sending you on another mission. A mission of self redemption and to recover those fifty-million bits.” Self redemption? “Godfather a mission of 'self redemption'? Am I to go into the Everfree and meditate for months till my soul is cleansed of sin?” I say jokingly. “There are no time for jokes in this world mister.” he says in slightly angered voice.
I bow my head “One thousand apologies Godfather.”
“Good now listen up, the mission is for you to redeem yourself in my eyes. Think of it as a second chance.” I nod following ( at least for the moment). “ I want you to personally guard these two mares in ponyville for me, their very near and dear to me and because of this screw up they might be targeted both for ransom or something else and none of us want that do we?”
“why would they target them sir ?” I ask
“Because of the mission you failed along with the five who died it shows that we may be weakening and their gonna try to fuck with all of us but, we're better then that you know” he stands from his seat “We are the oldest and most powerful mafia crime family on the streets of Equestria and I intend for it to stay that way for as long as I live.” I suck in air through my nostrils. What he was saying was all true, they'll attack our weakest points, sink at low levels just to take our entire crime family off the face of Equestria for good. “ So when does this mission start sir?”
“First thing tomorrow.” he sternly says.
“TOMORROW!?!?” I stumble back surprised
“Yes, problem?”
“No, but how am I gonna get to Ponyville tomorrow I have no way to get there.”
“Don't worry I have already booked you a train ticket first class on the friendship express to ponyville tomorrow morning don't sweat it.”
“Alright then Godfather.” I bow my head towards him in respect
“Arrivederci e non mi deluderà”
“Non lo farò, padrino addio” I walk out the room relived that I didn't die. Some of the guards looked surprised when I walked out of the room. “Where do you think your going eh?” the head gaurd says to me “I don't know, somewhere.”
“Well you ain't going nowhere the Boss told me you're staying here for the night in one of the spare bedrooms just down the hall, the first on the right.” I simply nod and head towards the room where I had be assigned to. I make it to the door and open it. The room was large with a bed, cabinet and another door possible leading to a personal bathroom. I head to the other door, yep it was a bathroom. I was thinking of taking a hot shower but shrugged it off until maybe tomrrow morning. I move to the mirrior, I looked like I went thorough the pits of Tartarus and back. I turn on the tap I wash my face with the cool liqued I grab the comb that was there and began to brush my mane. I felt a bit better as I turned off the tap and toke off my dirty suit. I move towards the bed plop myself on it and practically fall asleep the intsant my head hits the pillow. I've earned this night's sleep but, tomorrow the challenge was only going to begin and from there, only tougher times will be had.
"BOSS RUN! MAKE A BREAK FOR IT" I turn to see Tommy-gun and Grand-slam taking on a horde of rival gang members. Tommy shoots his gun effectively taking down many of them but just as they fell to his bullets, more came. As if them dying was making them multiply. He opens fire once more giving life to his gun. I look over to Grand-slam . He seems to be going to town on them with his bat. Each enemy falling to his mighty swings. Bones breaking and blood streaming from wounds but just as with Tommy's enemies they seems to not die or slow down only growing more feral with each swing. I attempt to reach for my revolver by my limbs do not move to the holster where my weapon resides. I can only watch as my two best friends duke it out together against an indomitable enemy. I Hear a clicking noise, a distinct sound of a gun out of ammunition. Tommy attempts to reload his gun but it was futile. Because as soon as he stopped firing he was surrounded by enemies. I see my other friend go to help him but, his recuse effort only dooms him to be tackled down by 2 stallions. Screams of agony filled the air like music. It almost sounded melodic. As if the grim reaper had come to make a song of my alias suffering. They all stop pounding their hooves against my friends. They turn towards me and begin to walk slowly. From behind them I see them both. Dead. Blood and tears but mostly blood. I wanted to scream and yell but my voice did not come to me. They move closer.
My heartbeat quickens it's tempo and I begin to hyperventilate. They make a circle around me and once again walk slowly towards me. I try to move my limbs but they do not respond to me. They inch closer. "No stay away from!" My voice finally comes to me. "Stay back, I don't want to hurt you!" I yell desperation. Undeterred they move closer. "I'M WARNING YOU!" One grabs me from my shoulder another holds me by my neck. I feel life return to my body. I began to flail my limbs in attempt to stop them from grabbing me. It only serves to annoys them. They push me to the ground and begin their attack . I yell in pain and they begin to laugh at me."Wake up." a low and mysterious voice calls.The assault stop for a moment but begins once again as they resume their current job of beating me to a bloody pulp. " wake up!" the mysterious voice resumes but louder then before. Just as before they stop and resume the attack once again. "WAKE UP!"
My eyes shoot open I wake up in cold sweat, my breathing ragged. " Hey buddy you alright?" A voice calls.
"I'm quite fine and thank you for waking me up." I responded thankfully.
"Well you're welcome" he starts " I needed to wake you up. Take a shower and meet me back at the bosses room alright buddy." I nod " Do you by any chance have the time?" I question
"Well buddy, it's about Six-fifteen am" he replies to me as he leaves the room
I groaned. six-fifteen am. This is way to early for anypony to wake up at, with the shit I dealt with last night. I deserved more sleep. I get off the soft and warm bed reluctantly and go to the bathroom. I step myself into the shower and turn on the hot water. The water feels great. After a tough night and a freakish nightmare this will definitely do me some good. I step out of the shower wet mane and coat in all its glory. I see myself in the mirror " hey buddy who's looking sexy, your looking sexy" I can't believe I just said. It was as if a unknown force commanded me to just say that insane stuff ( even though I have to admit I did look rather dashing). I dry myself off and exit the bathroom. I survey the room for my clothes I see them right in the corner of the room. I search it for my revolver. I take the weapon along with it's holster and remaining ammunition. I leave the room without my dirtied upped suit ( would have to get a new one soon). I knock on the Godfather's door and prepare to recite the password... the door opens suddenly. I walk in but, I was confused due to the fact that I didn't have to recite the password. "Come take a seat and have some coffee." the Godfather welcomes in a somewhat uncharacteristic happy tone. I take a seat and sit down.
"So how do you like your coffee?" he inquires to me.
"I like my coffee black." I deadpan
Two guards appear out of nowhere and begin to pour us a hot cup o' joe. I take my coffee and sip from it, the Godfather does the same.
"So, are you ready for your departure from here to Ponyville?" he say's in a bored tone
"Ready as can ever be Godfather just one problem."
"And what is that problem?" he curiously inquires.
"Well, I have no suit and what stallion who's in the mafia doesn't walk around in a suit." I say
"I knew this would be a problem so I prepared for this." he taps his right hoof lightly on his desk
A guard comes into the room and presents to me a new suit along with a new fedora hat.
My heart wells up with joy. The Godfather himself has gifted me a new suit to wear. A grin slowly but surely appears on my face. I look to the Godfather he has a small smile on his face.
"Consider it another generous contribution to your cause sir." the Godfather triumphantly states.
"Thank you Godfather, I will use this gift to it's full potential." I express happily
He once again taps his desk again another guard enters and passes me a first class ticket to the friendship express headed for Ponyville.
" So I assume we're ready to get to Ponyville now?"
"Absolutely Godfather!" I shout gleefully
"Good, go to your room get changed and come outside we have a carriage waiting for you take you to the train station it'll be a forty- five minute ride from here to the station, now hurry up"
I nod and head to my room to change. Now that I'm in my room I closer inspect my new suit. It's was a black pinstripe suit with the vertical stripes being a light grey color, the fedora sporting the same design. I open the jacket of the suit and see where I could put my holster in. I was given three ties with my suit a red one, a purple one and strangely a pink one (don't know if the boss is trying to imply anything with the pink tie so I shrug it off as a joke).
With my new suit I feel like a new stallion ready to take on what the world has got to throw at me and with this I quickly trot down all the flight of stairs, and exit out the front door which leads to the carriage. I get in the carriage and a letter was left inside, hastily scribbled on it was 'Don't open till you get to the address which is on the back of the letter' . I put away the letter in one of the pockets of my suit. I will have to remind myself to look at the address later on to get to my destination in Ponyville.
Forty-Five minutes went by in a flash and I found myself leaving the carriage and standing on one of the many terminals along with other ponies waiting to get to their destination. I begin to think to myself I wonder who these two mares are he want's me to protect, what other stuff will I do for the mafia once I get there and most importantly where am I going to stay with. Living on the streets like a hobo is out of the question (What kind of hobo wears a brand new pinstripe suit anyway?). Derailing my current train of thought a loud whistle bellows in the background. Signifying that the train is arriving in the station. "All aboard, all aboard the Friendship express has arrived!" bellows the conductor of the train. I move into the line of passengers going into the train. I make it to the door and pass my ticket to be stamped so I can get in. Once all that stamping stuff is over with, I move towards the first class part of the train I flash my ticket to the guy standing in between me and first class. He nods at me and motions me to get in.
If I could tell you this was a fancy train I'd be lying to you all. This train didn't spare no expense when it came to it's sheer fanciness. Red carpet, waiters who walked like they had sticks put up their ass, gold on pretty much everything and a chandelier. A Celestia damn chandelier.
One of the waiters approaches me and asks for the number of the room I was staying in " Car 1, room 4" I simply and easily reply.
"Sir, please follow me to your room then." he so fancily says in a upper-class Manehatten accent.
In about a minute were here at my room ( would have been faster if the guy didn't insist on walking so slowly).
He leaves me with a nod of the head and I enter my room. Bed, Cabinet, lamp and a personal bathroom. I look at the bed it would be a good time for a nap since Ponyville is about an hour and thirty-five minutes away by train I'm just hoping that I don't have a nightmare like before. I strip myself of my suit and place it onto the conveniently placed cabinet. "GERONIMO!" I yell as I dive bomb onto the bed. I drifted off to sleep in a blink of an eye.
******
I wake up. Eyes opened up wide. It wasn't a nightmare but this was a dream I think no one would like to hear. Most likely someone would get mental scarred or call me a psycho if I told them about this. (For any of you wanting to know, it involved melons a lot of them and three singing human midgets just to get the gist of my dream. You think up the rest knock yourself out).
I look towards the clock it was Eight Am. I have fifteen more minutes until I get off this train and look for I have to go. Perfect time to reflect on my past and mostly about last nights blunder. Fifty-million just down the drain like that. Like somepony clapping their two hooves together. I look down to the ground saddened at the lost of major cold hard cash but hey being alive and well is better then having all that cash anyway. But now I wonder where Grand-slam and Tommy-Gun went after they ran away with the goods. My mind wonders off into imagination land. My mind paints a messy scene of two of my closest friends slaughtering their way through enemy gang members (except not like in my nightmare where they kept coming back for more or kept multiplying). Straight up kicking some serious ass,I chuckle to myself but, the thought of where they are starts nagging me at the back of my mind. What happened to them? Dead-eye told me they survived didn't he?
No, he told me that four Including himself survived so I can only assume Sharpshooter survived this failure of a job. I saw two of my guys die right at the dock (we had to push them in the ocean or risk there being evidence, we of course didn't like it but we had to do what had to be done at the time.) There was also those three guys I stationed near the dock. Were they caught off guard by those assholes who decided to show up to the party.What leads to more question is how did they take out those three guys without there being any gunfire or anything. This is getting fishy. Are there rats in our crime family? No,there couldn't be any but I won't as of now rule out any foul play like that.
I look at the clock again ten minutes have passed. I sigh quietly to myself and grab my clothes on the cabinet, quickly dressing myself. Just as I put my hat on my head. The train bellows it's whistle signifying to the passengers to get ready to pack up and leave (at least for those who are going to Ponyville like myself). Opening the door I see that I'm the only first class passenger going to Ponyville, these rich snobs must be going to Canterlot or Fillydelphia or something. The train grinds to a halt as we near the station. "Hello fellow passengers we have made it to Ponyville, any passengers going to Canterlot remain in you're seats" a mares voice speaks from the intercom. This was my cue to head over to the door which was already opened for the others to leave from. I step outside and take a breathe of fresh air. It felt a lot cleaner then the air in Manehatten, probably due to the fact the Ponyville isn't perpetually covered in smog everyday like my hometown. I trot out of the station and take a quick glance around. The houses look pretty old timey but they had a rustic feel to them which gave them their very own charm over the brick house buildings of Manehatten. Even though it's only a quarter past Eight the town seems to already in full swing of life. Ranging from the shops selling produce at the nearby market place or the restaurants serving food.
My stomach growls like a ferocious lion. Some ponies looking over at me with inquisitive looks. I blush slightly at the sudden outburst of my stomach. The only thing I had to consume was the cup of coffee I and the Godfather drank together earlier today. I spy a restaurant in the distance. My stomach rumbles once again at the thought of food being scarfed down my throat like a kid chowing downing on some chocolate. I begin to trot over to the restaurant but I can only go about sixteen steps before I get a strange feeling that somepony is watching my every move. I turn around and look behind me. Nothing.
I turn back and I'm greeted with the hugest grin I've seen in my life. The grin belonged to a pink mare with a pink poofy mane, it just being a darker shade of pink then her coat. We stare at each other, my face completely blank and her still showing off that grin that should belong to a clown that was high off a concoction of weed, meth, cocaine and LSD.
I do what a anypony should do when a random pony walks up to you and flashes off a ridiculous grin. I scream. "AHHHHH!" once I start screaming she starts as well. I stop my screaming once a bunch of nosy ponies come to check out the commotion. She giggles " That was fun mister can we do it again?"
"How about no." I say annoyed
She frowns for a second but it's quickly covered up by a smile. " Hi my name's Pinkie Pie what's yours mister." she starts.
"I don't like telling people my name." I defensively respond back to her
"Ohhh, so it's a secret?" she replies intrigued.
"I guess you could call it something like-"
"Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye!" She tops it of with closing one of her eyes and planting her right hoof on her closed eye.
"What was that?" I ask curiously.
"My pinkie promise silly."
"Pinkie...promise?" Now I'm interested in what's going on.
"Hey your new to Ponyville aren't you." she tells me
"Yeah how did you know?" I asked.
"I knew that because my Pinkie sense told me you silly willy." She chirps
At this moment I don't even know what's going on, she must have escaped from a mental ward or something. 'Pinkie sense' what a load of horse-apples.
"You know what this calls for" she starts
"Um what does it call-"
"A PARTY!" she continues.
"A... party?" Now I know she must be insane.
"Yes a party mister." she gleefully coos to me
"Well as much as party would sound cool, there not really my thing plus I need to find something to eat cause I'm starving." I finish saying and begin to walk away.
She gasps " Then why not come to sugar cube corner. We got muffins, cupcakes, cake, pies and a bunch of other sweets." she informs me
"Having sweets for breakfast aren't really my thing maybe next time" before I even knew it pinkie grabs me (somehow) and starts to bounce away to what I assume is sugar cube corner.
She slams open the door. My nose is assaulted with sweet smells of baked sweets and candy. My stomach rumbles like an earthquake would.
Pinkie sets me down at a table, I plop right to the floor on my ass. As quick as she left she's already back with a tray full of sweets. I feel drool is streaming from my mouth at the sights of this heavenly food. "Go ahead have one mister" she coaxes me to try one. I grab one and stuff the thing right into my mouth. Sugar rapes my taste buds in a unholy way but it also felt nice like in a good way.
"So how is it?" Pinkie questions
" Pinkie, this is just absolutely delicious." I exclaim.
She does one of those cute giggles again. Wait, did I just think 'cute'. What am I going all soft all of a sudden. I need to hardened those nerves and be ready for when the shit hits the fan which can be anytime now.
As I grab another pastry the door opens with one of those bell sounding type things people put on there doors. I look over to see a light grey earth pony mare who enters the scene. Dark grey mane, purple eyes, bow-tie and a treble clef cutie mark. She ignores my loud chewing of my food and heads to were Pinkie is. "Good morning Pinkie your up quite earlier then usual ." she says in a cockney accent.
"Morning Octy how's it going?" Pinkie greets .
I hear a loud groan "Pinkie can you please stop calling me Octy it's getting old" she moans.
"Okie dokie lokie Octy. oops sorry."
She facehoofs. Pinkie simply smiles, she walks over to me. " Hey do you want seconds, you ate all those sweets quite quick mister?"
"No no. I think I'm quite fine can you pass me the bill Pinkie." I respond.
"You don't have to pay mister. Free of charge from your pal pinkie." she ends it with a large smile.
"No I insist on paying pinkie." I answer back quickly.
"No just go take. It free." she seems to want me to take this for free. Knowing her for only this short time, she's not going to take no for an answer.
"Alright pinkie I'll take the offer." I reply to her offer. She smiles once again and trots off to talk to the grey mare once again. Not really wanting to bum this meal off her I leave a thirty bit tip for her generosity. I leave the store and take out the letter from one of the pockets of my suit. I turn it around to read the address.
Ponyville
west 16th pony boulevard 1890
So this where I'm going huh. Better get a move on then.
Two hours later
"This town is a frigging maze." I whisper to myself exasperated. I find myself once again at the market place, although it's a bit more crowded since it's about noon now.
"Get yer thieving hoofs off my apples ya varmint!" Cries a southerns voice. My head swings to an nearby apple stand a young colt high tailing it off from the stand a couple apples laid on the ground. "One of these day's I'll catch one of em' and we'll see who's laughing then". The shop keeper picks up the apples on the ground spruces them up and puts them back on the cart. I see the young colt near in a bush. He looks rather thin. I approach the apple stand. "How much for five apples?" I question the attractive orange mare. " One apple is two bits, so I reckon that's ten bits." She states.
"Alright give me five of your apples please." Just as I say this, she begins to put five apples in a clear plastic bag for me. " That'll be ten bits sir." she says to me. I fish out ten bits from my pocket and exchange them for the five apples.
"Thank y'all for ya the business, have a nice day!" She shouts to me as I walk away towards the bush where the colt is hiding. "Hey you can out from your hiding spot now kid." I call out to the young colt. He walks out. He looked thin from far away but from here he looked like skin and bones to me. " What do you want mister?" his tone is solemn.
"I saw you running from that apple stand not to long ago kiddo, why are you stealing from ponies ya know you shouldn't?" This was such a hypocritical thing to say as I have stolen from ponies before when I was younger.
"Well, lets just say I have to make end meets so to speak now a day's with out any parents." he looks down after saying this, eyes closed.
"Well ain't that a bummer kid but hey take these." I take out the bag of apples and pass them over to him. His eyes open wide in surprise.
" Really mister, just for me?" his voice is slightly joyous sounding.
"Yep, just for you now run along and don't get into any trouble now boy, or there will be hell to pay." I give him a stern look. Gotta set these kids straight before they go into a life of crime like me.
He runs off with the bags off apples in his mouth and I just stare at him as he runs off. I sigh, better go back on that journey to look for this Celestia forsaken house in this Celestia forsaken town that's apparently a maze.
Twenty minutes later
I give in. This house does. Not. EXIST! I finally find the street but the address doesn't even exist. I've trotted up none stop for twenty minutes, Up and down the street. But none of the addresses match the address I'm looking for. A scowl slowly starts to form on my face. What the hell. The Godfather obviously doesn't care much for the ponies he wants me to safeguard if he doesn't give me the right address. I Groan out loud. "Why can't my life be easy, why can't it be easy living for once for me?" I sit down on the street and breathe a heavy sigh. The Godfather is going to kill once he find out I haven't found the house. Unbeknownst to me. A pony had seen me breaking down and approached me.
"Not look so good are we?" A familiar cockney accent drawls. I look up and see the same mare from earlier today at sugar cube corner. I don't respond. I simply gawk at her. "Well are you going to talk or what?" She seems annoyed with me for not talking back at her. So I respond.
"Well lets just say I'm in a predicament that's caused me a whole heap of stress."
"Then what's gotten you in this certain predicament, may I ask you?" she inquires
"Please don't laugh at me but, I'm lost. Looking for a house that doesn't even exist because of this letter that gave me wrong directions" I moan.
"May I look at the directions to this 'non existing house' you speak of?" I pass her over the letter where the address is scribbled on. She takes a quick glance and her eyes widen to the size of a flying saucer or something of equal or greater value.
" Um, this is the address to my house how did you get it?" There's a hint of fear in her voice. She must think I'm some sort of perverted stalker who waits in bushes until the owners are gone and steals their undies and other personal things.
"Do you really want to know?" I ask her
"Tell me." she asks me again. I look around to survey my surroundings. There's too many ponies around for me to tell her that I was sent by a mob boss to bodyguard her and some other mare.
"If we go to your house, I will tell you deal?" I propose to her. I look into her eyes I can see those gears turning in that mind of hers. Obviously thinking what I'm going to do to her at her house (not like I would try to pull any sick shit, I ain't that kind of pony).
"Is it really that important that you can't tell me out here in public?" she looks at me with a unamused look
"Yes, it's that important!" I yell out loud for some reason.
She sighs "Alright then if it so important that no one can hear it but us let's go." she looks pissed off.
In a couple minutes we make it to her house which wasn't even on the street it was supposed to be on. I someone had told me that i had to turn down a dirt path leading to her house this would have made this so much easier for me but hey at least I'm here now. Her house turned out to be a huge mansion (this girl's got some cash) and it made any of the fancy place's I've been to in Manehatten look second rate. She motions me with her hoof to walk in first. Just as I walk in, the door slams shut and a cocking of a gun is heard. Aw fuck just my luck.
"Don't move a single muscle or I'll shoot you dead, you got that" she sneers to me as she moves in front of me. Just as I was about to answer right back with a smart ass comment she points the barrel of her pistol right at my head. She ain't messing around she's the real deal.
"Whoa whoa whoa lady don't shoot me I'm not the bad guy here." I gulp down my fear. Fear will get me nowhere in this situation gotta keep my cool.
"Why should I, Who sent you?"
"Well it's complicated you see?" She moves closer resting the end of her pistol right on my forehead obviously this was not the answer she was looking for.
"Tell me the truth boy, or I'll just blow your brains out and dump your body in a ditch where no one will find you. Don't fuck with me." She sneers once more.
I sigh guess there's no beating around the bush this time around "I was sent by somepony to protect you and some other mare, this is the honest truth please don't shoot." I keep calm even though she has the power to end my life right now. She takes in the information. A confused look forms on her face. "Sent... to bodyguard me?" She's in hysterics like what I said was the most ridiculous thing she's ever heard in her entire life. "Hehehe don't lie to me like anyone would try to send someone to bodyguard me I'm quite capable to protect myself rather then somepony hire me a second rate bodyguard."
"Well obviously you don't know the Godfather then lady." I respond back quickly before she probably pulls the trigger on me for thinking that I lied to her. Her eyes widen and it almost looks as if her eyes are about to pop right out of her eye sockets. It would've been funny if she didn't have a loaded gun pointed right at my forehead.
"WHO TOLD YOU ABOUT A GODFATHER?!?!?" She yells to me as she drops the pistol she was holding. Using this to my advantage I go for the pistol she dropped and grab it. Now the pistol that was once pointed towards me was now at her forehead. Once she recovers from her shock she looks straight at the pistol she was once holding. "I give up." she answers
"End it, finish my life." she chokes out.
I lower the pistol "I'm not going to kill you." I move closer to here and rest one hoof on her shoulder. Big mistake
Just when I put it on her shoulder, she automatically flips me on my back and the pistol is right back into her hooves. "How do you know about the Godfather! Answer me!".
"Well I work for him, been doing for a couple years now and he sent me to bodyguard you."
" Why should I trust you of all ponies. That you work for him."
"Well just take a look at the letter I gave you earlier open it up". She takes out the letter and throws the gun towards a nearby couch. She rips open the letter and begins to read for both of us.
Dear what's your face,
I assume that you're at the house of the two girls I told you to protect. If your not then will you hurry it up and get there already! Now I know this may come to shock to you (if they didn't tell you already). But both of the girls your protecting are my daughters. Also you may want to watch out for Octavia. The grey coated one she might go off on you if you rub her the wrong way. The other well I don't think she'll mess around with you much maybe. But I can guarantee that she'll be more easy going then Octavia. Also on another note I want you to meet with a couple of my associates in Ponyville they may need work done and they'll pay you good for the work.
Have fun - The Godfather.
P.S- Burn this letter once your done reading this.
P.P.S- Your staying with them.
She finishes reading the letter. She looks down at me and sighs, she knows that I'm the real deal and there's no denying it now. "Why?" she asks "Why does he care all of sudden about us?" she seemingly asks to no one. She continues her self loathing of herself for a couple minutes. Then she suddenly turns to me her eyes slightly teary. "He sends you instead of him coming to protect us himself like a father should do for his children."
"Well if you haven't noticed he's a notorious mob boss he can't just go out in public, he'll probably get attacked by enemy gangs or even worse, get booked by the fuzz."
"You do have a point with that." She chokes out. I move towards the couch and grab the gun, unloading it of it's ammunition. The clip falls to the ground with a metallic clink. I put the gun down on a nearby table and move slowly towards Octavia. "Hey, I know your hurting but you need to calm down." I try to comfort her (on my behalf I think I failed in making it sound comforting). She looks at me then looks away and sighs. "How about I tell you the full story once your sister get's back, that sound good to you?"
"I think that sounds alright." she sniffles.
"Want anything while we wait for your sister to come home?" I ask her.
"Perhaps a glass of wine shall do me good." she responds
"One glass of wine coming up." I say as I trot away.
In about a minute I make it into the pantry and spy a huge wine rack loaded with different types of wine. Burgundy, Bordeaux and a whole bunch of others that could have me here for hours just listing them. I grab one and pull a out a wine glass from a near by cabinet. I uncork the bottle and pour the red liquid in the wine glass. Looking at that one wine glass might as well pour me a glass while I'm at it. Ah screw the glass I'll drink from the bottle. I put the the bottle to my lips and drink away. The taste was amazing, Octavia must be a connoisseur in this wine stuff. After I finish chugging most of the bottle down I grab Octavia's glass and head back to the living room. She's motionless as I walk back into the room. It's like she became a statue in my absence. Once I take a seat down on the couch beside her and set the wine glass on the table, she immediately grabs it and greedily slurps her wine down. Once she's done downing her wine she looks a tad bit more relaxed then before. There we are, sitting on a couch in complete silence no one talking. It's getting really awkward better instigate some small talk. "so" I start " So your names Octavia and what's your side of the story with... you know... the Godfather"
She turns her head to look at me and turns back slowly, she still obviously isn't ready to talk about her father. "Well,then may I use your bathroom that's if you mind that is." I ask. "I don't mind go ahead, upstairs second door on the right, I think I just need to be alone for now."
I get up from my comfy spot on the couch and walk up the stair's. Now alone, I can inspect the upstairs of the house a little. Red carpet, paintings, vases full of roses and other flowers of the sort and a couple doors leading to different rooms and parts of the house. I lumber myself to the door which Octavia said was the bathroom. I walk in and answer the call of nature.
I flush the toilet and move myself to the sink and start to wash my hooves. As I wash my hooves, I hear the squeaking of slightly rusted door hinges. I get out of the washroom and slowly close the door. I make my way back to the stairs leading to the living room. I now hear another voice. As I move closer I make out that it's a mare's voice, must be her sister. Once I make down half-way down the stairs I stop and lean out to see the new mare. Earth pony, blue eyes, pink poofy mane... wait pink poofy mane. I do a double take to make sure What I was looking at was true and not my eyes playing a trick on me. I rub my eyes and look back once more. She's there and they appear to be having a conversation. I try to eavesdrop but they are talking much to quiet for me to be listening in on something important. I continue to walk down the stairs, they still don't notice me even as I make it down completely. I clear my throat and both whip their heads towards the sound. Mind if I join the party." I say as I try to break the ice.
The tension only seems to thickening with my words. Octavia is still motionless and Pinkie is staring straight into my eyes. We continued this for about 4 minutes until I blinked. "YOU BLINKED! I WIN!" Pinkie pie cries as she claps her hooves together. I can almost hear the crickets chirping right now in the background. "What?" I was confused as to what Pinkie pie was referring to.
"I Won!"
"Won what?" I ask
"The staring contest we were having just now."
I was dumbfounded. Did pinkie really think we were having a staring contest the entire time we were staring at each other? I wonder this as I move to nearby arm chair and proceed to sit down. Now with both of them here I can tell them why I'm here in the first place.
"Alright girl's it's story time get ready to listen this might be a long one"
Octavia immediately is knocked out of her torpor and now eyes me as the single most interesting thing in the world like I was some sort of rare animal just discovered that no pony has seen before.
"Both of you know why I'm here is that right?"
Octavia nods, Pinkie shakes her head. "Well pinkie I'm afraid I'm gonna have to drop a sudden bomb of information onto you" she has a confused look on her face. "I'm in a crime organization, more well know as a mafia crime family I work for your father, been doing it for about a couple years now." Pinkie jumps up straight into the air and gasps.
First off all things it scared the living crap out of me, Second I never knew anypony could gasp that loud or jump that high. Third Pinkie is full of surprises and there will never be an end to the surprises will there.
"Can you maybe not do that next time."
"Okie doike lokie"
"Alright then, so the major reason I'm here is because of a major screw on a job that happened last night." They both nod following me so far.
"What happened."
"We lost... a lot of cash, Fifty million to be exact." As expected both of their jaws drop. Any pony would be surprised with that much money being lost.
"And because of this it shows that may be weak and they are going to start targeting our weakest points, just to take us down." I continue "That's why your father sent me to personally bodyguard you in case of emergency and he also sent me to do other jobs while here in Ponyville." I finish.
"How did you screw up on this 'job'?" Both Octavia and Pinkie say at the same time.
"We got ambushed, we fought them off and won, we had the cash and the goods it was gravy." I paused. " But let's just say the other guys weren't gonna give up even after we killed everpony in there ambush attempt."
"What happened" Octavia asked.
"Well after the ambush I split with my friends they went one way, I went the other." I pause for a brief moment remembering these events caused a wave small wave of grief to pass through me as I remembered fallen friends and my monumental failure as a leader.
"I left with the cash they left with the goods."
"Then what happen?" Octavia leans in closer she's interested even more then before.
"I ran as fast as the wind away from the deal site, I thought I was in the clear but fate had another thing planned for me."
"Well then spit it out!" Pinkie shouts.
"Just as I thought I got away four more guys come out of nowhere I take down two of them, I charge the last two but I get the stuffing beat out of me by one of them while the other retrieved the case full of cash and left without a fight."
"The beating continued for about two minutes or so by my estimation, he toke out a blunt pipe obviously he was going to ice me right there and then." I pause and build the suspense. It works, Pinkie Pie and Octavia lean in close.
"And just as I am about to meet my end..." They lean in so close there practically doing the 'lean' from that one famous pop singer.
"BOOM" I yell. My sudden outburst practically made them jump from their seats. "I opened my eyes and I wasn't dead, one of my friends saved me from death, after that I blacked out and the Godfather sent me here after I talked to him after my failure."
"And that's why I'm here right now." I take my hat off as I finish my story
"So because of a screw up that you did, father sent you here to protect us?" I nod my head as Octavia finishes talking.
"But your a failure!" she screams
"Octavia I'm quite capable of protecting others, just because I failed once doesn't mean I'm not able do my job." I was quite annoyed by Octavia's sudden outburst. she acts if I have always been a failure my entire life just because I told her about one of the few things that didn't go my way in life.
"Octy don't judge him like that! He might be great at his job you never know!" Pinkie comes to my defense. Octavia looks at me, then at Pinkie Pie. Her posture relaxes but her face shows nothing but apprehension. Octavia breathes in deeply and slowly. She opens her mouth to speak but no words leave her mouth, she closes her mouth. She looks down obviously thinking about me body guarding her and Pinkie.
"Alright then, I'll give him a chance but I won't like it. Not one bit." she answers. I look over to Pinkie a huge grin starts to appear.
"You know what this calls for..." she questions us.
"Lemme guess, a party." I respond sarcastically
"OH MY GOSH! How did you know?" She yells loudly.
"Lucky guess I suppose." Pinkie must really now be good at detecting sarcasm if she didn't pick that up when it was so evident that I was being sarcastic. Out of the corner of my eye I see Octavia has the slightest of smiles on her face. "So what now girls." I ask both of them. Pinkie is the first to respond to my question.
"Well I got a party to plan for you silly willy, lot of things to do." I look to Octavia.
"Tonight I'm going to visit my friend at her work place." I raise an eyebrow.
"Your friend works at night? What is she a vampire or something?"
"No she works at a nightclub as a DJ."
"That's nice"
"And I might need you to..."
"Need me to what?"
"Bodyguard me" She groans. Hearing this coming from Octavia makes a shit eating grin appears on my face. She facehoofs and groans. "Might as well make use of you, even if I know we're not going to need you." I shrug, can't please every pony now can you.
"As of now do whatever you want but be back at around 10 PM because that's when I'm going to visit her at work"
Note to self never call Octavia 'Octy' (maybe unless your Pinkie pie). Octavia at first glance doesn't look strong at all. But damn she's got some serious strength. Pinkie pie had to pry off Octavia before she could do any serious damage to me. But I'm never going to forget the moment she pounced me like a Celestia damn Manticore.
I reach the town square and look at the huge clock tower. It read Five-thirty five. So I got a couple of hours to screw around this place before I have to escort Octavia and bodyguard her at the club. I move towards a nearby newspaper stand that's selling the obvious newspaper, magazines, sodas, junk food and maps. Gonna need a map since I'm a newcomer to this place. "Hey buddy, how much for a map of this joint?"
The small grey colt snaps out from his daydream and shakes his head. "Pardon sir but what did you ask?"
"I asked how much does a map cost for this place."
"Oh, a map for Ponyville only cost 2 bits sir." I take two bits and toss them up onto the counter. He takes the bits and passes me the map. "Thanks for business mister!" he shouts to me as I walk away. I sit on a bench that was just outside of a park now was the time to examine my newly bought map. I opened the map to see that major parts of the town were listed on the map along with some tourist attractions.I continue to inspect the map for a couple of minutes. As I get up a faint whisper can be heard from behind a tree. I move closer to the noise. "Hello anybody there?" I call out
"Non temere, perché io sono della famiglia." The voice whispers again. My ears immediately perk up from hearing the secret password. Only few people know the secret password and I can't recognize his voice so he must be some pony I don't know.
"Chi sei e cosa vuoi?" I answer back.
"Un socio del mafioso." The voice whispers again.
"Se sei un socio dimmi chi sei." I question the voice.
"Mi rivelerà che in tempo utile, ma nel frattempo hanno questo." He tosses out a letter that's attached to a rose. I go towards the letter and grab it. Upon further inspection the rose had no thorns on it's stem and the front of the letter was completely blank no text. I rip open the letter and read the following words that were on the paper.
Meet me at the night club tonight. The rose will let me single you out from the crowd. When your there, we'll talk more. As of now keep your cover.
I seems that I have another motive to be at the club then just body guarding Octavia while she chat's up with a friend. Looking back at the tree that the mysterious voice was coming from I walk to see who's behind it. What is revealed is that no pony is there at all ( must have skedaddled out of here once he tossed out the letter for me). I store the letter away in one of my pockets and put the rose in the pocket on my chest. Having really nothing to do I just aimlessly walk around Ponyville. I really looked out of place with every pony here. I was wearing a pin-stripe suit with a hat; no pony here at all was wearing clothes with an exception of a few ponies.
I take out my map once more. I look around for I place on the map where I can blow some time. A bar? Perfect. Drinking that wine didn't even give me a buzz at all, I need something with a really punch. Looking back at the map, I'm 3 blocks away from where I'm standing right now. I hustle my way past crowds of ponies to get to my destination which I was quite eager to get to.
I begin to imagine what I'm going to drink once I get there. Maybe an ale, or whiskey, or scotch, or vodka and or lager while I'm at it too. Might as well drink everything while I'm there. Just gotta make sure not to drink so much that I forget everything and end up in some random mares bedroom again (the last time it happened it wasn't so pleasant that's for sure).
I see the bar in the distance. I trot a bit faster to get to my destination. Once I'm right at the door I open it and trot right in and take a seat on a bar stool. I whistle to the bartender to get her attention. "Hold up, show me some I.D before you start hitting the happy juice." I take my I.D card and slap it on the bar. She looks at it and nods. "So what will it be?"
"Give me an ale to start off with." She goes to fill me a pint of ale. A few moment's later she comes back to me with my beverage. She places the drink in front of me. I thank her as she goes off to serve other customers. I grab the mug and begin to drink my ale.
"Hey pretty boy mind if you buy me a drink?" I whip my head back to see who was talking to me and it was none other then Grand-slam.
"Dude, your alive?" I ask dumbfounded
"If I wasn't would I be standing here right now calling you a pretty boy?" He had a pretty good point.
"Well then, take a seat then old buddy of mine". He complies by taking a seat on the bar stool situated on my right. I whistle to get the bartenders attention. She comes back and Grand-slam orders himself some vodka.
"So is Tommy-gun alright?" I ask?
"He's doing fine, he survived to my knowledge he's in Ponyville just like me and you."
"Quick question why are two in Ponyville anyway I thought you would stay in Manehatten and try tying up any loose ends from the job last night."
"Well the Godfather had other plans for me and Tommy-" The bartender interrupts him as she returns with the Vodka and places the glass in front of him,he thanks her and takes a quick sip and continues " he had other plans for us, heck he even told Dead-eye and Sharp-shooter that they may come to Ponyville, if they are needed." He pauses to take a quick swig of his vodka.
"I asked him where you were and he told us you were coming here for a personal job, when we asked him he just shrugged it off as if we never asked him in the first place. You mind telling me what the hell your doing?" he takes a huge gulp of his vodka downing the entire thing.
I look around to make sure knowing is eavesdropping onto our conversation. I motion for him lean, he takes the hint and leans in. "I was sent to bodyguard his daughters." I gulp down all of the ale in my mug to clam my nerves. Grand-slam returns to his normal sitting position. He immediately taps his hoof on the counter to order another drink. I don't blame him, hearing that The Godfather had kids is like seeing your mom wake up with a bunch of hair curlers in her mane along with a mud mask ( I will never get the image of my mother looking like that when I was a young colt out of my head).
Letting him try to recover from his shock as he drank his alcohol, I look to a group of mares who where sitting at a table. One of them was giving me a sultry grin accompanied by bedroom eyes. I try to hide my blush but fail to do so. She giggles at me and it grabs the attention of all the mares she was sitting with. They all look at me and begin giggle as well. My blush increases it's redness tenfold. I turn back to see that Grand-slam had drank about three pints of drinks as he was already downing his forth drink as I looked at him.
"Are you serious?" he whispers.
"About what?" I asked. He looks at me with a 'are you fucking kidding me' type of face.
"You know about the boss and his you know what's." he whispers.
"Oh about that, yes I'm dead serious about that" I can't believe I forgot about the subject.
He takes deep breath. "I can't believe the boss had kids all this time, he never seemed like a family type of man ya' know"
"Well looks can be deceiving and never forget it."
"Amen to that" Grand-slam responds.
The next hour or so were spent chatting with Grand-slam and drinking. "Alright slam, I think I'm gonna leave this joint, it was nice talking to you though." He grunts as a response. I whistle for the bartender so I can pay and leave. I ended up wasting about forty-five bits on my drinks but it really didn't matter to me. As I leave I glance up to the clock it was somehow a quarter to nine PM ( did I really spend that much time drinking at the bar with Grand-slam).
Might as well walk my way back to Octavia's house. When I leave the bar the sun seems to be preparing to set and let the moon and the night take over. Better hustle up before it get's dark. In what I assume was a twenty to fifteen minute walk I make it back to the house. I grab the keys that Pinkie slipped to me when she pried Octavia off of me earlier. I insert the key in the lock and open the locks.
Once I open the door my ears are greeted with the sound of what I assume is a cello being played it sounded a bit melancholy to me. The sound is coming from upstairs. I hike up the stairs slowly still wanting to listen to the sweet music as it filled the air with it's sound. Walking down the hall, one of the doors appears to be ajar and also seems to be the sound of where the music is coming from. I cautiously walk towards the door. I peak thorough the door to see Octavia was the one playing the cello and producing the beautiful music.
I slip into the room without being noticed ( somehow). She continues to play her cello. I look to where her cutie mark would be, it's a treble clef, explains her mastery of the cello. I wonder if she can play other instruments with no prior knowledge of how it's to be played. As she keeps playing the music, I get the chance to quickly inspect this room that I haven't been in.
It appeared to be a room specifically for music. Sheets of music were strewn around the room, music stands and a bunch of other instruments were there as well. I look back to Octavia who appears to be finished playing her music.
"Bravo, encore my dear lady." I say as I clapped my two hooves together. Startled, she drops her bow but luckily she already had set her cello on the stand. Her body whips to the source of the voice which was me. She looks quite unamused.
"Were you listening the whole time?" She asks
"Not the entire time since I just came home a couple minutes ago, by the way, you play really good." I reply. She gives me a confused look from the little compliment I gave her. "um, thanks." Her voice is uneasy.
"Your welcome." I say as I leave the room and close the door behind me. I make my way back down the stairs and plop myself down on one of the many couches. I bring out my revolver from it's holster. I unload it of it's ammunition, six bullets fall out from it and fall onto the couch. I put the cylinder back into it's place and proceed to play around with my unloaded revolver. The sound of the hammer hitting the chamber where a bullet would be rings through out the entire living room. Just looking back at my trusty partner in crime makes me think of the history we have together.
I remember buying this gun from an shady human who sold guns through the black market. It was a long time ago and I spent a fair amount of bits for this weapon. I remember my first time trying to rob some pony with it. It the made the job real easy, even though I almost got caught by the cops. Used to just use my own wits and strength before I got this wonderful thing.
"Can you stop that excessive 'clicking' for a second!" A very angry voice yells from upstairs. I smirk and up the speed on the clicking of my revolver. She doesn't respond. So I go even faster then before.
SLAM
The sound of a door being opened way too hard rings around the entire house and the clip-clop of angry hooves as they come down a flight of stairs. "Do you really have to keep doing that!" Octavia yells angrily.
"No, but I wanted to have some fun while I wait till we go to the club." I reply while keep clicking the gun at a much slower pace. She groans and begins to walk up the stairs. I turn my head back in time to see just a small glimpse of Octavia with a wet mane and coat, was she taking a shower while I was clicking my revolver like mad? I stop my clicking and begin to reload my revolver with the bullets that I set on the couch earlier. One by one I put them back into their respective chambers, I then put my revolver back in it's holster. I look to the clock that's across the room from me. Nine-forty. Twenty minutes left, I guess I'll take a quick 15 minute power nap in the meantime.
******
I got a rude awakening when I so suddenly smashed my nose on the floor. I look up to see Octavia with a devious smirk on her face. "Get up, I'm leaving now and I hope your ready because I'm not going to wait." she condescendingly say's to me.
I murmur a couple curses as I get up. "Got any other plans to cause bodily harm to me?" I sarcastically say
"None at the moment, now hurry up we're taking a carriage there and I don't want the driver to wait any longer" She opens the door to reveal a huge carriage, bigger then the one the Godfather had me ride in when he sent me to the train station.
"Ladies first" I say to Octavia as she walks. I enter inside once she's inside. The entire time Octavia nor myself talked, only staring at each other, it was the most awkward experience I every had in my life.
We stop right outside of a building with a huge neon sign. The sign read 'The Pulse'. The name was really cheesy, whoever chose the name for this place must not have thought really hard on the name for this joint. Octavia and I exited our transport.We both walked over to the door which was being guarded by two bouncers. Once they see Octavia they immediately move apart and open the door to let her and I inside. I wonder why they let her in so easily (Maybe she's a regular at this place. Never would have thought Octavia was a partying type of pony.)
Once we were in the building my ears practically went deaf from the deafening music. Laser lights and strobe lights going off. Ponies drinking, dancing and some two random ponies fighting in the corner of the club. Place like this were never my thing, drinking was okay with me but music so loud that you can't hear shit or the thought of me dancing (I'd rather die then some pony making me dance, even if my life depended on me dancing to save my life). I look away from the dance floor to see a bar was in this joint. I instinctively move to the bar to order myself a drink. I tap on the bar to get the attention of the bartender. He's a unicorn, grayish teal coat, a black spiky mane, black dress shirt complimented with a white tie and a pair of black shades.
"Give me the strongest stuff you got here!" I have to yell to him because of the loud as fuck music. He nods and goes off to get me the strongest stuff they serve here. In a minute or two he comes back with green liquid in a tequila glass. I grab and down the drink as soon as he places it in front of me. When I go to ask for another drink, the old bartender had left and a new one replaced him. What happened to the other guy? Meh, better not ask questions he might be on his break or something you never know.
I proceed to do what I was going to do earlier and order myself another drink. All of a sudden the music stops and a crowd roars loudly. I whip my head to see the DJ coming down from her stand as another DJ comes down to take her place, the music resumes shortly after. As I begin to take a swig from my drink two ponies take a seat on both sides of me. I look out of the corner of my eye to see that on my left it's Octavia and on my right is the DJ who was just up on the stand not that long ago.
"So Tavi who's this guy I saw you strutting in here with, your boyfriend?"She playfully inquires. Octavia face hoofs and groans.
"No vinyl he's just a friend" Octavia states.
"Tavi you already friend-zoned this guy?That's harsh Tavi." Now it was my turn to facehoof. "Hey what's wrong guy's?" She asks.
"Nothing's wrong." I sarcastically reply to her.
"Oh okay." She flashes me a huge grin oblivious to my sarcasm.
"Well" Octavia starts. "This is Vinyl". "Sup dude"Vinyl adds."And Vinyl this is..." she pauses "You never told me your name." She resumes.
"Well I don't like to tell ponies who aren't close friends my name." I reply.
"Mysterious, how about we give you a nickname dude." Vinyl chimes in.
"A nickname?" I ask
"Yeah dude." She pauses. "Suit, hat, and a rose in a pocket." She pauses once more the look on her face showing intense thought "I know, how about... Suits!"
"...Suits?" I was quite perplexed by the nickname she had chosen for me. "May I ask why you chose that for me.?"
"Well I got your nickname by the fancy suit your wearing dude." she answers back.
"I guess you got something right about this nickname better then past ones I've been called." I tell her as I bring back my glass to finish off my drink. Out of the corner of my eye I see the old bartender walking out from shadows behind the bar. I cock my head to look at him. He's walking towards a door being guarded by two large bouncers. Once they see him the two bouncers immediately scuttle aside allowing him to go inside. Once he's out of sight, I turn to see that Vinyl had also been look at the mysterious bartender. It may be the alcohol I've been drinking but, I could've sworn that she had a small red tint on her face. I brush off it as unimportant and go on to think about the mysterious letter that I received from the park earlier today. Guy said he was meeting me here but I've been here about forty minutes and no one has come up to me talk to me besides Octavia and vinyl. I'm starting to think this maybe some elaborate hoax or trap of some sort.
My train of thought is put on hold when some pony taps me on the shoulder. I turn my head to see it's one of the few bouncers that are patrolling the club. "Sir, follow me please." He tells me. I nod my head and get off the stool I was sitting on. I begin to follow the bouncer across the club to the same place that mysterious bartender went into. The two bouncers move aside to let us both in.
Once inside the room splits into three hallways. We go through the hall and proceed onward until we reach a fleet of stairs leading up to a huge door. "Alright, go up and make sure to knock three times." he mentions to me as he walks back into the shadows of the hall.
I walk up the stairs and stop right at the door. I knock three times and wait. Five seconds, twenty-five seconds. I count of the seconds in mind. It's been about minute and the door still hasn't opened. Whoever this guy is he must not want to talk. I turn around to go away but, just as suddenly I turn around the door slightly creaks open.
Well then. Looks like I'm actually gonna talk to the guy after all. I walk up to the door and open it fully. I take a quick survey of the room. To the left is a huge glass window that looks off to see the entire club. In the middle is a desk behind is a chair turn around must be the guy I'm talking too. The right is pretty much plain. A simple painting and a couple of plants.Classical music can be heard in the background.
"Come have a seat." He tells me. I walk up to the seat in front of this desk. "Do you remember our little meeting in the park earlier today?"
"Yes I remember."
"Good. So are the rumors true about what happened to your crime family?"
"Yes, they are true."
"That is sad. My informants tell me that a lot of your friends of have died." His voice is solemn. Maybe he knows what it is to lose a friend or an ally.
I stay silent, not responding. "Well I can tell you that one of your friends is here right now and will be joining us shortly."
"And who may that be?" I ask.
"Just wait, he'll come in due time now let's discuss something more important."
"Alright then"
"Do you know who I am?" He asks me.
"Aside from only knowing that your an associate of our crime family no, I don't know who you are." I answer
"As expected, I prefer keeping my criminal business hidden deeply within the shadows, out of sight from the public eye and of course from the cops." He pauses.
"So what kind of business you run besides this club scene."
"I run an extortion and racketeering ring around these parts."
"Alright then what made you go into this type of business then?" I ask
"Well I didn't start the whole crime thing my grandfather did, which he passed onto my father and then onto me."
"So your family is another mafia family I presume?"
"Nope, we're just a bunch of criminals trying to make a living, I mean I wanted to be a musician and I did become one but, my father roped into this stuff anyway." he bitterly says.
"Sorry to hear you couldn't pursue your dream."
"A lot of people say that but, I don't need you to feel sorry for me." He states. Just as I was about to ask another question. Somepony knocks on the door three times. Must be the guy he was talking about joining us earlier. "Hey can you be a dear and open the door for him." He suddenly asks me.
"Sure whatever you say." I get up from my seat and walk over to the door. I open it slowly. From the shadows emerge was Tommy-gun in the flesh. "Tommy? Is that you?" I ask bewildered
"No I'm princess Celestia, of course it's me ya dumb ass." He was being sarcastic but I was overjoyed to know that Tommy survived and was still alive. "You didn't have to be a wise ass about it but glad to see your still alive." Tommy chuckles. "Well I'm glad your still alive boss."
"You don't have to call me boss ya know."
"Whatever man, let's just get this talk over with." I nod to his statement. As he walks past me to take the chair next to my chair. I follow his example and sit down on the chair I was sitting on earlier.
"Well looks like we're all here now so let's get down to business." As suddenly as he talks he spins around from look at the wall to looking at both of us. To my surprise it was the bartender pony who served me the drink before he mysteriously vanished and was replaced with another bartender. "Hey Neon what's up." Tommy starts.
"Hello Tommy How long has it been?"
"Sorry for butting in but you guys know each other."
"Yep we've known each other for years" Tommy replies
"We met during a job we did together a couple years back, remember the time I said I couldn't go on that one job that one time."
"Thinking back I do remember." How could I ever forget that job it involved me and a couple others to getting stuck in a gelatinous green goo. I swear changelings are some weird ass motherfuckers.
"Well I guess since I didn't introduce myself properly before to you I'll do it now."
"Names Neon light's pleasure to meet you. Putting that aside let's get actually get down to business."
"As both of you know because of the stunning failure of your job... no offense to you of course."
"None taken Neon" Tommy and I say in unison
"Well because of this the entire criminal underworld of Equestria has become Disturbed. Before it was your Crime family on top." Neon Pauses "Now because of this, other criminal organizations here think they can muscle their way to the top."
"Many of the associates you guy's have turned their backs on you only a handful had stayed loyal and of course I'm keeping my loyalty towards you."
"Can you tell me some associates who have stayed loyal?" I asked Neon
"I only know one other who stayed loyal, his name is Fancy pants he's some rich unicorn who lives in Canterlot, as for the others I don't know what their doing."
"Well it's good to know that two ponies stayed loyal to us I guess."
"Yeah." Neon takes out a cigar case and pulls out a cigar. "You two guys want one?" Neon asks.
I was never one to smoke but when I was offered I toke it out of courtesy. "Sure Neon pass me one." Neon tosses me and Tommy a cigar. With his magic he takes out a Zippo decorated with three white stars. Must have stamped his cutie mark on his Zippo. He lights all of our cigars. We take our first drags from them. Once we blow out the entire is seemly covered in smoke now. We continue to smoke our cigar's for a few minutes just relaxing and smoking.
But all three of us were teared away from that from a loud sound and screams coming from the club. The sound was a distinct sound of something I was used to hearing in my day. Gunfire. Neon jumps from his leather chair and rushes to the window as we do.
At the entrance we see one lone stallion with a balaclava hold a smoking pistol and one of the bouncers clutching a gunshot wound. From behind him a group of about twenty or masked ponies come in brandishing weapons. Most of the club goer's have scrambled out of the club or some cowering behind over turned tables near the bar area of the club.
"Find her!" the masked pony at the entrance yells. The others go around looking around the club. I look at Tommy and Neon. They both nod knowing what must be done. I begin to take out my revolver from my holster. Tommy takes out his Tommy-gun and Neon uses his magic to take out his weapon of choice from under his desk. A fully automatic assault rifle.
Once fully armed we rush back to the window. To see that Octavia and Vinyl have been taken hostage. One of the ponies passes a megaphone to the pony who shot one of the bouncers. "Neon light's we have taken your friends hostage!"
"We will kill them if you do not meet our demands!" he growls
"One: forfeit over your business to us!"
"Two: Give us all your money!"
"And lastly your life!"
"No way in hell bub!" Neon growls out.
"Okay game plan time boys."
"Tommy I want you to stay her and shoot out this guy's from her and to provide cover fire alright." Tommy nods his head.
"And you I want you jump out that window and free Octavia and Vinyl as fast as you can okay."
"Jumping out of that window are you crazy? That's like a Eight foot drop not to mention the guys with the guns out there. They'll rip me to shreds before I get to ground."
"And that's where this comes in." Neon takes out a cylinder. "What's that?" I ask.
"It's a smoke bomb, I'll throw this out once you jump out alright."
"Okay. Let's do this!"I yell.
"On my mark you jump out of the window into the club."
"One" I gulp
"Two"
"Three"
"GO!"
I begin to gallop and jump out the window. Everything feels like it's in slow motion. I look to see that most of the ponies were surprised to see me jump out of the window. From behind me I can hear the sound of Tommy's gun going off. Some of the ponies in the mask drop dead from the shots of Tommy's gun. The next thing I hear is the metallic clink of the smoke bomb and then smoke everywhere.I land on the floor and run as fast as I can to where Octavia and vinyl are. The pony who was guarding them doesn't notice me. I take out revolver and point it towards his head. I shoot and he crumples the ground dead. I move towards Octavia and Vinyl. "Hey girls, follow me." They both nod and follow me to cover. As we get into the cover the smoke begins to dissipate.
"WHERE DID THEY GO!" A pony screams out.
"Right here buck o!" I yell out as I come out from cover to shoot my revolver. I shoot five times hitting three ponies and missing two shots. I go back to cover and reload my revolver. From my brief survey of club it looks like most of them appear to be dead.
From the window I see Neon beginning to fire off his assault rifle. "So you think you can fuck with me!" Neon yells.
"You don't fuck Neon lights, NEON LIGHT'S FUCKS YOU!" He screams out as he runs out of bullets. I take a look out from my cover the rest of the ponies appear to be fleeing from the scene. It seems only two survived the rest are dead on the floor. I look around to see that all the club goer's have left as well. They must have left when smoke screen came out.
"Hey you guy's down there all right!" Neon calls out.
"We're fine shaken up but we're good!" I answer back. "Girl's you can come out now." Both Octavia and Vinyl come out from their cover. "Suits that was some crazy stuff, it was like right out of an action movie." Vinyl tells me.
"Yeah, kinda felt like I was in one."
I jump from out of the cover and begin to walk towards Tommy and Neon who are just starting to come out from the door that was previously being guarded by some bouncers. "Octavia let's get outta here."
"After all that's happened here I have to agree with you. Let's go." She begins to walk. "Hey Tavi, mind if you let me crash at your house tonight." Vinyl asks Octavia as she stops to turn around to give Vinyl a response. "Sure Vinyl you can stay at my house tonight if you wish." Octavia replies to Vinyl and turns back to walk.
"Hey Tommy." Tommy whips his head to me. "Mind if you walk them home for me?" I ask Tommy.
"Sure... Suit's." A huge shit eating grin appears on his face. I face hoof and he laughs out loud. "So is it a deal or what Tommy?" I ask again.
Tommy begins to gallop towards Octavia and Vinyl as they are about to leave the club. "Don't worry I got your back!" He yells to me as he runs out of the club. I turn back to Neon light's who looks quite dejected. "Neon you alright?" I ask him. He lifts his head and removes his black sunglasses revealing blue eyes. "It's alright man, just looking around this place and seeing most of it destroyed sucks for me." He pauses for a brief moment.
"Sorry if you feel like I'm dumping on you but, I built this place practically with my own two hooves. That and some nice construction works who helped me out." he pauses once more. "Just to see this place getting wrecked sucks balls to the max." He turns his head to the right and then he turns his head to the left slowly. He breathes a heavy sigh. "I have a lot of cleaning up to do before I get this place back up in running shape." Neon stands up from his sitting position.
"From how roughed up this place looks now, your gonna have your hooves tied up for the next few day's aren't you?"
"Yep, sure does look like it." Neon sighs once more. "Hey dude are you in any of the following days this week?" Neon asks me.
"Neon I don't swing that way ya know."
Neon scowls. "Not in that way you dolt." Neon tears off his black shades and perches them on his horn. " I got a job for if you want it that is." Neon states.
"A job. So what's going on for this job anyway give me some details man."
"It's a simple extortion job, just picking up some protection money. Think you can do it."
"Sounds simple enough. Sure neon you got a deal."
Neon shows off a huge grin. "Great I'm counting on you for this. I'll give you more details tomorrow, meet me at the park so we can discuss details."
"Sure Neon." I begin to walk away. "Suits" Neon say's quietly. "What... are you gonna start calling me by that nickname Vinyl gave me?"
"You never told me your name so it'll have to do for now, and suits..." I turn back to face Neon.
"When you get back to the mansion... do you mind asking Vinyl if she's alright for me."
Thinking back on before when I saw vinyl looking at Neon she had a small tint of red on her cheeks. At the time I had brushed it off as me being a bit drunk but, now since I'm all sobered up since then maybe there's something more to their relationship then boss and employee. "Sure Neon I can do that." I resume walking away.
"Thanks for the favor suit's. I owe you one!" He yells out to me as I leave the club behind.
I return to the Mansion in about what I estimated was a twenty-five minute walk. I bang on the front door three times. The door is opened by Octavia. She beckons me forward into her house. I walk in and look to the left. Sitting on the couches are Pinkie and Vinyl who appear to be chatting on about something. I take off my fedora hat and leave it on a nearby hat hanger which I never noticed since now. "Octavia" Octavia whips her head to me. "Yes?" She asks.
"Do you have an empty vase I can use?" I ask her.
She raises an eyebrow. "Why do you need a vase for?" She inquires to me intrigued to why I need a vase. I take out the rose that was in my chest pocket. It somehow still in perfect shape and doesn't look as it has wilted at all. "Oh you want a vase to keep that rose in, just take that one over there." She points to an empty crystal clear vase. I move towards it and take it into my mouth and move to the kitchen. I go towards the sink and turn on the tap. A clear cool stream of water begins to rush out from the tap. I position the vase under the faucet for it to be filled. Once the vase is filled with enough water I take the vase out from the stream of water flowing from the faucet and turn off the faucet. I take the rose from my chest pocket and place it into the vase.I grab the vase and head back to the living room. I place the vase where it was once before.
I look up to the clock it was eleven-thirty PM. Upon further inspection I look to see that Pinkie and Vinyl had left. They probably went upstairs. Only Octavia has stayed downstairs sitting on the couch with a cup of tea. I walk over to the recliner across from Octavia. "So how's it going?" I say trying to start a conversation with Octavia.
"I'm fine and yourself?" Octavia responds
"Doing great." This conversation is so awkward. I never knew that talking to a pony could be awkward. But this is Octavia. The mare who pulled a gun on me earlier today, flipped and attempted to murder over the usage of a nickname Pinkie gave her.
"Thanks."
My train of thought breaks for a moment. " Excuse can you repeat that I didn't quite catch that the first time?" I asked Octavia
"I said thanks" she repeats for me.
"What's with the thanks Octavia." I ask Octavia
"It's for saving I and Vinyl at the club earlier." She takes a sip of her tea. "Well then, your welcome Octavia." A small smile forms on Octavia's face. Looks like Octavia is warming up to me. It'll feel nice to have a new friend in this new town in which I barely know anypony ( I mean this little stunt that happened at the club will probably have me wanted dead by the gang who I, Tommy and Neon gunned down.)
"Octavia."
She looks up to me "Yes?"
"Which room am I staying in?" I wanna go to bed I'm bone tired.
"Go take the third room on the right it's right next to the room vinyl staying in tonight."
I nod my head as I begin to walk up the stairs. I walk down the hall into the third door on the right just like Octavia said. I open the door. A bed, a night stand, some cabinets and a closet. Other then that the room was quite bear. I tear off my suit and set it neatly on one of the cabinets. I exit my room. I go down to the door that vinyl is staying at and knock three times like I always do. The door opens. "Oh, Suit's it's you. You crashing here like I am tonight."
"Well you can say that but, I have a message for you."
"A message? From who dude."
"It's a message from Neon light's the guy from the club."
Bingo. Once I just mention Neon, her entire face went beet red but, just as immediately as it came it was gone. "So.. what did Neon... want you to tell me?" She practically asked pleadingly.
"Well he said he wanted me to ask you if you were alright Vinyl."
A small tint of red returned to her cheeks. "Oh, tell Neon I'm alright dude and can you give him a thank you for caring for me."
"Yeah I can do that for you." I turn away and trot back to my room. I close the door behind me as I walk in. I turn off the light switch now the only source of light is coming from the lamp on the nightstand. I jump on the bed. I slip under the blanket. I pull the switch which turned off the lamp. Once I lay me head on the pillow the sweet bliss of sleep takes me.
Little did I know that as I sleep soundly. That from today more dangers will confront me in the later day's and that I would have to be up to the challenges just to survive.
