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Chapter 8: Chase
Pestus charged down the alley after claw, bounding over boxes and trashbins as they came into her path. She rounded a corner as a pair of gryphons opened fire, painting the alleyway with bullets. Pestus barely had time to take cover behind a cement barricade before the walls and ground were covered in bullet-holes.
She cursed, waiting a second or two for the firing to cease before poking her head around the corner, quickly judging the locations of her attackers before standing and firing two shots. One of the rounds hit an assailant in the neck, causing him to double over gripping his neck. The other round hit her opponent in the upper-left of his jaw, spraying the wall behind him in red as he collapsed backwards. Pestus didn’t wait to see if they were down for good, instead she rushed past the bodies, trying to make up ground on her target.
Pestus began to see more signs of use as the alleys slowly gave way to ramshackle housing. She passed a group of open windows, hearing a female gryphon yelling at what she could only assume were her kids to stay down and away from the windows. Pestus nodded, ‘good girl. Keep your kids safe’ She thought. The mare smiled; someday she wanted kids. Adopted of course. she couldn’t actually have any herself, necromancy kind of made you sterile. It was one of the reasons her older brother, Bellum, was so carefree with his company. She shook her head, waking herself from her daydreaming as she nearly ran headlong into an older gryphon, hobbling along on a cane. “Excuse me.” She apologized, “did you see a younger gryphon go by here? Kinda short? Golden crest?” She asked. The old gryphon nodded, pointing down an alley with his cane. She said thank you before dashing past him as she continued on her way.
Pestus slowed at a fork in the ramshackle housing. One path lead deeper into the populated area, the other had obvious gang symbols painted along the tin walls, vying for control. She nodded, beginning down the gang-inhabited street after claw. Soon she could hear the noise of many illegal activities; someone yelling about a failed drug deal on the left, moans and screams coming from a seedy brothel on the right and many, many others. She stopped, tucking the gun back into its holster and throwing her hood up as she began to come Into contact with others; pony, zebra, and most prominently gryphon gangs littered the streets. Most wore various colors or had tattoos showing their allegiance, but all of them seemed hostile. She really didn’t want to get in a fight here.
Pestus walked briskly, trying her best to avoid direct contact with any of the gangs until she came across a large warehouse set far back on the street with a large C and W painted in red over a feather background. The mare sighed, walking towards two gryphons standing at the door smoking.
As she moved closer she heard the end of their conversation, “yeah man. Some crazy mare grabbed Gerard from behind an snapped his neck before pulling her gun on claw.” One said, taking a long drag from his cigarette. “Wow, it’s good he got back here before he took a bullet to his back.” The other said, dropping his burnt out cig and stomping it with his boot. The other cleared his throat, nodding at pestus as both gryphons turned their attention to her. The first stepped forward, looking her up and down, judging if she was a threat. “Who are you?” He asked gruffly. “We ain’t expecting anyone. You from that stupid equine gang down the way?” He asked, circling her. “No.” She said simply. “Claw here? I need to speak with him about some…delicate matters.” Pestus answerd. The other gryphon sneered, taking a step closer. “Well well well… I like tha sound of yer voice.” He said, pushing her hood up slightly. “Let me see that pretty little face. Do me a favor and maybe I can let you in. Y’know, you scratch my back, I scratch yours. If you know what I mean.” He chuckled, grabbing her hand and laying it against his inner thigh. She sighed, looking him in the eye. “Let me go or so help me I’ll have your hide strung out for all your buddies to see.” Pestus growled. The first gryphon laughed, “Girly, you best watch your mouth before we drag you off and put it to good use.” He said, thrusting his crotch to get his meaning across. Pestus sighed, gently sliding her hand up the second gryphons thigh to the pistol tucked neatly at his waist. She grabbed the grip, pulling it free before slamming her forehead into the second gryphons throat, sending him reeling with a crushed trachea. The gryphon’s companion barely had time to respond before she placed the barrel to his crotch. “Move and you lose your man card. Give me the key to the warehouse and you might walk away to screw around with some other woman.” She said. The gryphon gulped, he reached around his neck and snapped the cord there, handing her the key. Pestus took it and without hesitation slammed the butt of the pistol between his legs. The gryphon coughed, falling to his knees then to his side as he writhed in agony. Pestus walked to the double-doors and inserted the key into the padlock. It clicked open and fell to the ground as she pushed open the door and headed inside.
The warehouse was wide open, a few couches and basketball hoops scattered about. Bottles littered the floor along with dust, the smell of smoke and alcohol was most prominent. Pestus took a step forward, expecting to see gang members everywhere, but instead seeing an empty warehouse. She looked around carefully, noticing a lop-sided chalkboard near the door with a map drawn on it, the date was written down telling the gang they had a turf war to fight near the piers. “That must be where everyone is. Now, where’s claw?” She thought out loud, looking around before her eyes fixed on a office suspended above the warehouse floor. The lights where on in the office and there was a set of metal stairs leading up to the door.
Pestus nodded, ducking low in the the dim light before creeping up the stairway towards the door. She peaked in the window seeing a large desk near a window. Claw was sitting with his feet on the desk talking to a pair of gryphons sitting on the other end of the desk. “Claw, you really shouldn’t be sittin in the bosses seat. If she finds out she’ll kill ya.” One if the unnamed gryphons said to which the other agreed. Claw sat forward smiling. “Don’t worry boys, one day this desk’ll be mine. I’m just seeing how it feels now.” He chuckled. “Gil’s got a lot of enemies. You really think she’s gonna last much longer?” He asked. The pair of gryphons looked down at their feet. “That’s what I thought.” Claw said, sitting back. One off the gangsters looked up “claw, what about that mare that came to kill you? Aren’t you scared she’s gonna keep coming for you?” He asked. Claw laughed, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye. “That little bitch? Nah, she won’t dare mess with crimson wing. She’s probably already run off with her tail between her legs. No doubt she was an upstart from one of the equine gangs trying to make a name for herself by takin out an officer of a rival gang.” He said.
Pestus smiled upon hearing his response. “Good, think I won’t get you.” She whispered, pulling the pistol from its holster under the hoddie and flipping the safety off. Pestus stood, gripping the doorhandle before slowly opening the door a crack, focusing on the locations of the gang members in the room. She took a deep breath before bursting into the room, moving the gun up to aim at claw but ready to fire at the other two if necessary. “Claw, we can do this the easy way or the hard way.” She warned as he Bagand to slowly back towards the glass window behind the desk. The gryphon chuckled, trying to keep his bravado up in front of the others. “Y-you really think I’m gonna listen to something you say? What’s to stop you from putting a bullet in me as soon as I get close?” He asked. “Sounds like you’re going to choose the hard way.” She said, turning and firing a round into one of the other gryphons legs. He cried out before falling to the floor, nursing his wound. His friend knelt beside him. “You, take your friend and leave. Don’t say anything to anybody or it’ll be your head on the chopping block next.” She warned. The gang member nodded, collecting his friend before stumbling out of the warehouse, calling back: “sorry claw. Looks like you won’t be the boss anytime soon.”
Claw stared at the mare, eyeing her up and down to gauge how much of a threat she would be in a fight. He put his arms up, showing off the claws that tipped each of his fingers. “A’ight. You got me. I’ll come quietly.” He said defeated. Pestus nodded, taking a step forward to apprehend him. Just as she stepped within range he ducked behind the desk, pulling a sawed-off from the hook underneath it and fired a shot in her direction.
He heard a thump hit the ground as he smiled triumphantly. “See that? Even when I lose I win.” He laughed standing up to see the body. What he found was simply a pistol with a silencer. He frowned his eyes opening wide as he turned, barely having time to notice before a hand grabbed him by the neck and slammed him face first into the polished mahogany desk.
“Hard way it is.” Pestus grinned, tightening her grip and hearing the small pop of joints. Claw felt it more then heard it as he screamed, feeling her begin to crush his neck. “Y-we a lot stronger then you look, y’know.” He coughed out. Pestus loosened her grip slightly before lifting him up and slamming him back down to the surface. “Cut your tough guy act, claw. You’ve lost.” She said tossing him aside like a ball. He hit the floor hard, sliding a few inches before standing up and taking a swing at her. Pestus ducked under the blow and brought a fist up into his stomach. He gasped, falling to his knees as the air rushed from his lungs. He gasped as she brought her boot up into his face. He fell backward catching sight of the glass behind her breaking and a tall stallion stepping in before he passed out.
Claw awoke with a start. Upon trying to stand he found he was tied down. He tried to get his bearings but all he knew wasthat the room was black and damp, and that whoever had captured him didn’t want him to be very comfortable. “Hello?” He called into the inky blackness, only to hear his voice bounce off the walls around him, calling back at him.
Claw sat there for what seemed like hours, complete sensory deprevation was beginning to take hold when a door opened opposite him, bathing the room in a harsh white light. Claw gasped closing his eyes as the overhead lights turned on in the room. “Jeez, give a guy some warning first, will ya?” He chided, slowly squinting his eyes. There was a young stallion standing in the doorway, wearing a dark blue coat covered in adornments and military pins, holding a plate filled with food. Claw’s stomached growled as he looked over the food. “That for me?” He asked hopefully. The stallion looked at him then back down to the plate in his hands then back at the gryphon before answering. “No, this is mine. I hope you don’t mind, I’m really quite famished.” The stallion chuckled, raising his shirt to reveal a large scar across his malformed stomach. Claw swallowed, hoping whatever happened to this man wouldn’t happen to him.
The stallion grabbed a chair from outside the room before placing it in front of the gryphon and taking a seat, the food on his lap. “Hello, claw. We’ve been expecting you.” The stallion said, taking a bite of potato. “Who are you?! Where am I?!” Claw yelled. “I want answers and I want them now!” The stallion stared at him blankly before finishing another mouthful of food. “Why, you’re at ebonhome. Captital of the empire. And I, am the the stallion who is going to break you. By the time you leave here there will be nothing we don’t know about you.” He assured with a smile. He pressed a button on his collar as the floor in front of them rose to make a table. Placing the plate on one edge he then removed his coat, laying it open on the opposite end. Claw looked over, noticing the wicked glint of steel inside one of the pockets. The stallion smiled earnestly, “don’t worry about those. If you just tell us what we want to know I won’t have to use them.” He said pulling the chair up to the table and closing the door before sitting. “Now, mister claw. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. It’s up to you.” The gryphon frowned. “Last time I heard that I had my head slammed into a desk and got a boot to my face.” He spat. “Ah yes. My sister can be quite a handful.” The young stallion said, scratching his chin. “Anyway, let’s begin.” He said, smiling. “I’m going to have fun with you.” He laughed.
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