Twisted Fate

Pony's free hand slipped from her - grabbing the gun he'd safely tucked into the back of his pants. The one he'd taken from Willow before infiltrating the camp on his way to find a cure. His hand gripped tightly. Pony's lips were trembling against hers, only deepening the locking of their mouths. In one swift motion, his fingers found the trigger. [Warning: Major Character Death]