Hey guys! Sorry it's been soooooooooooooooo long since I've updated any of my stories. I've been busy and I ran out of ideas for a little while. Think about this chapter as... like... a season premiere of a tv show. Last chapter was the season finale, and now its a new series. I hope to make it to at least thirty chapters before I finish this story, and yes, i will finish this story, hopefully this year. I can't wait for you guys to see how it turns out...

But anyways, here's the next chapter. Also, I'm going to start two new stories, and I'm going to finish two old stories. Hopefully you guys like another elimination story, it's going to be one about racing, and the losers get kicked out and stuff... You guys will see it when it comes out I hope.

Enjoy!

Flaming Eagle ran down the side of the mountain with amazing haste. He was getting as far away from Trixie as possible. Flaming Eagle tripped on a small rock, losing some of his fine red coat as rocks wrenched at him. Blood and hair were marked all over the side of the mountain, and Flaming Eagle rolled all the way down to the bottom of the hill. The sun was halfway between the top of the sky and setting under the other mountain range. The light form the sun started disappearing from Flaming Eagle's vision as he left consciousness.

Flaming Eagle felt deep in nothingness for a long time. "He's dead," Flaming Eagle could hear a voice over him, but he couldn't see, smell, or feel anything. "He's definitely dead," The voice was familiar, but he wasn't sure who it was, "The hovercraft should pick him up soon. Only four other ponies to be rid of."

I'm not dead, Flaming Eagle thought, I can't be dead.

"I'll set up camp here for the night," the voice said. It was definitely a female voice. He could hear crumpling and something being set down. Then there was silence for quite a while. A scream was heard within the forest nearby, "What was that?" Flaming Eagle could hear the voice and its host moving away slowly, but then they ran back, not with any urgency or fear. "Why haven't they taken him away yet? They're playing mind games on me, on us."

What is this person talking about? Flaming Eagle thought, Mind games?

"I'll just rest," the voice said, "I'll rest for an hour. Tops."

Suddenly, Flaming Eagle's vision returned, and he could slowly feel himself in the real world. Trixie was sleeping in her bag a couple feet away from him, and lying next to her was her dart gun and its corresponding bag. There was her pack sitting on the opposite side of her sleeping bag, and she seemed to be dozing off quite peacefully. A simple way to die. Flaming Eagle took the poison dart gun, put a dart in it, and shot it at Trixie. She opened her eyes slowly, realizing the hole gaping into her forehead, she screamed. She screamed in pain up until her head disappeared in the hole, and her body flailed around constantly. Flaming Eagle looked away from her, taking her pack, and putting her sleeping bag in it. He took a pear out of her pack and ate it, and it was delicious, especially considering that he hadn't eaten for over a day. His dart gun was at his mouth ready to shoot any unsuspecting ponies, unicorns, pegasi, changelings, or monsters. Whatever. He was going to win these games.

Five.

Shining Armor ran through the winter woods, the cold air nipping at his buff pony body. Not again, not today. Please not today, Shining Armor thought. He ran through the mist of the woods, seeing creatures of horror and darkness in every corner, but he ignored them. It was a mirage, it was all fake. Wolves howled behind him, and he ran from the imaginary pain, emotional horror. All of his worst fears were attacking his vision in every way. The wolves were huge and dangerous. Rarity had gotten lost at the sight of something else, and the two careers were separated. Shining Armor continued to run, breathing in the mist more and more, and seeing more fears run into him.

Shining Armor found a small hole inside a tree, but it didn't seem natural. He tugged on it and found that the tree was hollow, and there was a wooden ladder inside. He climbed the ladder quickly, and the top he found a bridge, no, a group of bridges going around the trees. There was a chest on the end of one of the other trees. Shining Armor looked down at the mist, but couldn't see a thing. The mist did not reach him because he was so high up from the ground.

"It must be the mist that causes the hallucinations," Shining Armor said to himself. He went up to the chest and opened it, finding inside a set of armor made of a very hard metal. He put the armor on and it fit perfectly, it wasn't too heavy, and he would be even more dangerous to his enemies. He found a place to hold his sword against his side, he would be a deadly adversary.

Shining Armor thought to himself. He thought about what his strategy would be. Who would he kill first? Who was left? There was himself, Rarity, Doctor Whooves, Flaming Eagle, Rainbowdash, Trixie, Twilight Sparkle, Scoodaloo, and he witness Bright Darkness getting eaten by Cerberus. Some of them could be dead, but it was all a maybe, maybe some survived. Maybe some died. There were seven other ponies that could still be alive. So he had to pick the easiest kill. He didn't like his first choice, but if he were to find her, and rebuild their friendship, he could kill her easily. And he would be a deadly adversary.

So he made up his mind. He would murder Rarity.

I bet you guys didn't see Trixie getting killed by Flaming Eagle coming did you? Well... If you did, you're good at predicting things, or I need to get less predictable. But I'll post the new chapter, hopefully this week. Bye! AND REMEMBER TO REVIEW!