Death is not to be feared
Chapter 2: Blood Lust
A/N: first off thanks to "The Brony King" who didn't specifically review this story but gave me a nice complement through PM. I hope you liked or were able to bear the first chapter. I know its got no reviews right now but oh well I'll keep righting, will happen sometime right? Well, The story develops deeper as we delve into this chapter so read on my friend.
May 20, 1867 6:03 P.M.
I didn't go to school today. Instead I was in a small house torturing a mare. First let me explain how I got there.
I was on my way to school when I heard a metal clank on the ground. I turned to find the blade from the previous day had fallen out. I picked it up being careful not to get any of the dried blood on my hoof. There was one strange thing though. When I looked into my reflection on a bare part my eyes were Bright green. They are supposed to be purple.
"What is that?" A strong voice from behind me called. When I turned I found a mare, one of my teachers from the previous year, standing behind me trying to see the knife. "Is that a knife?" she yelled. She reached to grab it. I acted as to drop it. When she bent her head I smacked the carotid artery on the side of her neck, knocking her out instantly.
I immediately came to the decision that if I let her go she'd go to the officials. I looked around franticly for a place to hide. Just fifty feet away was an abandoned house. I dragged the mare in and tied her down using chains. I studied her frail body. She wasn't old but old enough to be considered old, a yellow Pegasus with a bright blue mane.
I came to the realization she would scream when she began to wake. I looked around and found an old rag. I quickly gagged her as she squirmed beneath me. I felt the power returning to me. The feeling I got by dominating her. When she started crying I realized I wanted her to do more then cry, I wanted her to sob wail and attempt to scream. I looked around for a tool to use. Luckily sompony had left a saw here. It must have been under construction.
I picked it up and balanced it at the mid-point of her thigh, and began to move it back and forth. She cried out in pain as the saw hit the bone, blood squirted and sprayed all-over my coat.
When I felt the mid-point of her bone reach the saw I pulled it out. I walked towards her head and un gagged her….. I wanted to hear the scream. I returned to the leg I had damaged and grasped the hoof and lower thigh with my telekinetic powers. With one swift jerk downwards blood covered the floor and screams rang in the air. The mare by this point had soiled herself and became a mucusy mess.
I picked the saw up later and used a heat spell I had learned in school and heated the blade. I forced her mouth open and set the saw down on the sides of her lips, I then began to saw into her face. The screams had turned into gurgles as blood filled her through.
I had gotten half way through her skull when her eyes rolled back and she died. By the time I cleaned of and exited the building it was already noon so I went home. I had sat around and played some games of chess with a copy of myself for a while before gerdur returned home. He had wondered why I was home so early. I told him that school got out early and I had been there for a while. He studied me for a second then shrugged it off.
I sighed when he left. He never cared enough about me to ask why it was let out. This is bullshit.
May 21, 1867 3:56 A.M
I just had a nightmare of sorts. I couldn't sleep so I decided to wright about it.
I was sitting at the dining room table doing homework. I looked up to see a tall stallion. He wore a black cloak and his face and mane were obstructed from view.
"I have big plans for you rapture." When he spoke it echoed into the distance. "Your purpose is to kill rapture. It was a matter of time until it started, and now…..you cannot stop. It is your duty to help keep the balance." I stared at him confused, a balance?
He smiled (I think), and floated away, after I had woken in a cold sweat. I don't know why because it wasn't scary, just creepy. Oh well I'm getting tiered again. Might as well get some sleep.
May 25, 1867 8:45 A.M
My teacher announced the "disappearance" of a faculty member today. Funny thing is I had just left the body there. It's just weird Nopony looked there yet.
(Present time) (POV of Flipwing)
I looked up from the book. "Does anyone realize what this is?" I looked around waiting for an answer. When no one responded I shut the book and began to explain.
"Around 1867 there was a massacre in a small town south of canterlot. There was only one suspect to the crime and it was a young colt. He was charged for murder, and rape of over three hundred mares, foals, and stallions. He was arrested, and given a life sentence. Twenty years later he somehow managed to escape. Now ten years ago a colt was arrested for serial murder of 50 ponies. That colt is in the other room, strapped down to a table … and his name is obviously named rapture."
"But how is he so old, but look so young?" somepony in the group asked.
"That's the mystery. He is clearly not immortal like t e princesses by means of species." I pondered the subject for a while.
"I say we keep reading. Who better to know and explain then the suspect himself?" a stallion in the corner asked. I nodded and continued on.
A/N: Had so much fun righting the murder scene! It will get worse (in a good way) as I continue. I had written this story already and am just remaking it into something more in-depth and longer.
So good bye until chapter three!