I do not own MLP or any characters from MLP. Only Slash and other OC's are mine.
Part 1 Chapter 1: The Dare Devil Pony
High on a cliff, A Pegasus stood.
Wind.
It blew through his mane, brushing it back. He tenced his muscles, narrowed his eyes, and out stretched his wings, preparing to take flight.
In a sudden woosh of wind, he jumped off a cliff, catching air in his wings. He shot forward, toward a dark forest. Behind him, a trail of pure white followed where he had just flown.
As he reached the Everfree forest, he went straight into the thick of it, dodging trees by the feather tips of his wings. At one point he nearly hit a rock and pulled up at the last second, but managed to get a scratch on his right side. He flew above the trees for a bit, then dive back into the thick trees and shrub. He sped up, making maneuvering the forest harder, but he didn't mind.
He received a couple more scratches, but just wooted with delight.
He dodged left and right, up and down. He passed Zecora's hut, dodging it too, but pulling one grey and black feather off his wings. He heard a call from behind him, just barely catching it over the whistle of the air in his ears.
"Watch we're your going you big baboon! Or you might be on your death bed quite to soon!"
He giggled at Zecora's rhyming. It had always cheered him up.
Then he ran into a rock.
In a comical way he peeled of off it and landed on the ground in a heap. "Owwww." He mumbled scratching his head with his hoof, ruffling his mane.
"Serves you right, Slash." Said a voice behind him. He bent his head back to see an upside down image of a purple Unicorn. He flipped backwards all the way, lying on the ground exposing his grey belly and many,many scars, including a very large ragged scar that crossed from his left shoulder to under his front leg and splaying his already wind blown black and white mane on the ground.
"Oh, hey, Twilight." He said smiling at her.
"You are so goofy." She said and turned to walk away from him. He hopped up and made his way after her. "Going to Zecora's?" He asked in an upbeat tone. "No. I'm on my way to Manehatten." She deadpanned, not even hinting the sarcasm in her voice.
Slash stopped walking for a couple seconds then doubled his speed to catch back up with her. "Than your going the wrong way, little apprentice." He said jokingly at her. She 'tsked' at him. "You really should take life seriously." He tilted his head to the side. "But I do." He said.
"Liar." She retorted scoffing. "No one would risk their life so readily but you."
"But it IS my special talent." He said flashing his flank where a symbol for death had two slash marks over it. (A.n. The symbol is Japanese kanji. I'm not naming it cause Japanese does not exist in Equestria. At least I imagine it does not. So for humors sake let's just say they know it means death.)
"Some special talent… Being a daredevil." She said. "What did you even do to get it…?" She asked sarcastically. "Jump up and down on a sleeping dragon?"
A shadow crossed over his eyes. "I don't remember, remember?" He said looking down.
She looked back at him, then at the ground. "Sorry…" She said knowing she hit a sore spot she really should not have. She was aware Death Slasher or "Slash" as everyone recurred to him as, had been in PonyVille for five years, and he was only aware of the past seven years of his life. Before that all he knew was blank nothingness.
"Sorry." She said than continued walking. Soon, they came upon the hut that housed the zebra Zecora.
The grey and black being was busy scratching at the ground to dig up something. As she looked up she smiled. "Ah, Twilight. How good it is to see you, And Death Slasher too!" She Rhymed. Twilight smiled. "Hello Zecora. Do you have that potion done for me?" She asked in an upbeat tone. "Sure do, I will get it for you." Said the zebra moving to make advancement into her tribal hut. She paused to look down at a feather obviously from Slash's grey and black wing. "He almost damaged my hut, so I will keep this, but," she looked back at the grey Pegasus pony. "I really wonder why he does these things." She said sighing. "Such a shame."
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Back with Twilight and Slash, she nonchalantly hoofed the ground, blushing at the uncomfortable and awkward silence that had fallen between them.
"So… Got any new big stunts planned?" She said in an attempt to make conversation with the grey Pegasus, who was staring at a butterfly on a branch, totally zoned out.
When he didn't answer, she nailed him in the flank with her hoof.
"Earth to Slash!"
He snapped out of it and the butterfly flew away. He stared after it a bit to longingly to be normal, but Twilight ignored that fact.
"I asked if you got anything big planned for you next public stunt."
Slash nodded, perking up at the mention of "stunt."
"Oh yeah, it's goin' to be big, so big the princess will see it from Canterlot."
He was joking of course, but Twilight knew that he did mean big.
"Well that's good." She said
"Awwww don't you wanna bug me a lot to try to find out what it is?"
"No!"
"Killjoy!"
"Fine! Tell me!"
"Noope~ I don't think i'ma tell you~!" He said with a happy closed eye smile.
Twilight sighed, a head of sweat rolling down the side of her face. She was used to Slash's anatics, but it got a bit grating after a while.
After a but, Zecora returned, holding a potion in her jaws. "Here you go Twilight," she said as she dropped it at the mare's feet.
The unicorn then opened her saddle bag and othingd the potion inside, swapping it with a couple bits.
"Thanks Zecora, means a lot to me."
The zebra smiled gently. "Of course."
Twilight turned around and began to walk away, while Slash stood still for a bit just staring off into space, lost in thought. Suddenly he noticed twilight was far away from him and shot backwards, takin flight. "Hey, wait for me Twi!" He said smiling, calling after he to wait up for him.
Unknown to any of the beings in the clearing, a set of aqua eyes stared at Slash with a hidden, malicious intent. "Death, soon, soon you will remember; that I promise, then we can take Equestria back into our grip." Then the eyes turned away and the falling of a leaf was the only sign somepony had been there.
Back at the library, Spike had greeted both Slash and Twilight with a smiling face.
"Hey Twilight, I want to apologize for not cleaning the library like you asked this morning; I just woke up."
He said scratching the back of his head with his clawed hand.
Twilight in turn sighed. "Thanks, Spike."
She opened the door, he horn shining as she did so, along with the door and began to head inside. She than turned to face Slash. He was sweating a bit, and seemed a bit pained. "Want to come in?" She asked, a bit concerned for her friend, but Slash shook his head. "No thanks; I think I'm going to go home and take a nap, see ya later." He then turned away and took off, flying a bit slower than usual.
Twilight sighed and headed inside to work on the job Spike never started and certainly never finished.
The library was a jumble of books and other micalanious things were just scattered here and there. "If I knew better I think it may look worse than how I left it."
Slash was feeling horrible; at some point on the way back to Twilight's library, an ache had spread through his chest and his stomach continued to roll, a couple of times he was sure he would lose his breakfast, And when Twilight invited him inside he declined To go sleep; he was feeling very worn out all of the sudden, as if years of sleepyheads seeped into his bones, catching an air current up higher into the sky he frowned and almost blacked out; dark covering the edges of his vision.
He was so glad when his house came into view.
It was a simple log cabin, two windows and a door, with a large willow tree archin over it, limbs swaying gently, calmly. It also cast a dark shadow over his house, giving it a cool feel.
He landing infort of th door opening it and sort of stumbling inside. A single bed with a fluffy grey blanket and pillows sat directly across end the room from him, and he graciously plopped down on them and felt the black take his vision.
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In a room where the only light was a couple slats from the barred window of a cell door, he could see a broken mare. Her legs were twisted slightly, and at her sides blood dripped heavily from long claw marks, her eyes seemed sunken in, and her wings, sprawled out next to her seemed broken in many places. Her hooves though, they seemed to be turning black, as if someone had slathers black paint on them, and in the short time he glimpsed her, the black seemed to slowly crawl up her legs.
"This is what you get for resisting it;" a copy's voice called out.
She lifted her broken head for a second.
"I would rather die than become what you-"
"We're ment to become." The colts voice interrupted her.
"I would rather be eaten alive."
"Wish granted."
And silence fell over the room.
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Slash's eyes slowly opened. The voices still slightly ringing in his ears. It was early morning, so he must have been sleeping for hours. From mid afternoon to, now, which, As he glanced at the clock, was 8:34. He plopped out of his bed, stretching his wings, and mucles. He then moved away from his bed to the kitchen part of his cabin, opening the door to his fridge he took out a leftover bit of hay salad. Stitting at his small oak wood table he are in silence. After a bit he finished the meal, and, much to his surprise was still a bit hungry. He usually didn't eat much, leaving him to a lot of leftovers, but today his stomach grumbled wanting more
Satisfaction in the way of food.
He opened the fridge but, sadly found othing but a few toppings. That ment today he would have to go shopping.
He sighed in annoyance, moving to grab his black saddle bags from a hook on the wall and a couple of bits from his personal chest in a closet.
When he first was aware of himself after "appearing" in Equestria, as he liked to put it, over the course of time, (with a little help from friends) he worked a part time job as a mail pony. (He was really fast too.) He had enough money to live off on his own and buy this cabin. He still worked sometime when the normal mail ponies were sick, but not to often. A bunch if the time if he needed money really bad he would do favors for friends,
but most of the time he would make it through with just a couple of bits. He was good at stretching his funds to survive. But that was because he barley ate anything.
As he made it to town, he landed in the market place, trying to find the stall he was looking for, a feeling of wariness once again crept over him, and once again his scar began to ache. A voice rang out in his head, but he was sure he saw it in the real world as well.
"Death.. Bringer…" His head moved to the sky, then to the forest.
His mind completely off finding groceries, he began to walk into the Everfree forest.
After walking for a bit, slash collapsed. His chest ached and he could bear it no longer. Darkness took his vision.
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Typed on Phone, Please forgive mistakes.