What would you have done?

I was in tears and blood, next to my reconstructed relatives. Rage surged through me. My routine was broken, my life shattered. 'Who could have done this? Somepony I met today?' This was just as likely as anything else in this town. "The tall pegasus had a motive... But the mare I bumped into must have had enough skill to gut them like this... Gah! What am I thinking? I need to bury them before I can even think about anything else.'

I lifted the dead carcasses of my family with magic, and began digging. My blood-ridden hooves weren't getting any friction on the dirt that was left where my room once was. I was overcome once again with emotion. "GRAAAAH!" My horn glimmered once more, up went a good 8 feet of dirt within a ten foot radius. The bodies were thrown into the ground with no regard for the decency that I had first planned, and the dirt fell back onto them. "DO YOU HEAR ME NOW?! DO YOU HEAR WHAT YOU LET HAPPEN?!" I screamed to the sky. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'VE IGNORED FOR SO LONG? WHY AREN'T YOU HELPING ME?!" I screamed as if some deity would actually listen to me. "FINE! I said as I floated off in a stream of rage. I wasn't sure where I was going, but it couldn't have been good.

I smirked as I found a tall, thin, gray pegasus with a red mane. 'NO! Don't do it! I don't know if he was the one who did it yet!' I screamed through my brain. "YOU!" I my mouth was moving, but my brain wasn't in control. 'No! He might not even be the same pervert I saw! I didn't get a good look at him at all!'

The stallion looked up and gawked. His mouth was like a limp lamb being carried by the surprised mother that was the rest of his head. He screamed. "NOT YOU AGAIN!"

To which my body replied. "DIE ASSHOLE!" 'NO!' I thought. But it was too late, the stallion was enveloped in the yellow flow that I had now grown to hate. "YOU DID IT! YOU DID IT AND NOW YOU WILL PAY!" He wiggled and squirmed. But the magic focused itself on his four hooves, his wings, and his head. "Slowly...~" spoke the mouth that I now believed couldn't have been my own. I could feel the magic around him as it began pulling. the magic around my own body became to bright to see through from either side. 'DAMMIT, WHY CAN'T I CONTROL MYSELF?' Said my sensible brain. I felt the tugging of the stallion's poor hooves. It was obvious he didn't do it. He was too scared to have done anything more than petty rape.

My body, however wasn't going to stop until it had finished its sick sacrifice. The front left hoof twisted with a loud crunch. 'NO!' The magic around my eyes dimmed, as though my body needed to see this sick "Justice" Play out. His front left hoof was twisted a full 180 degrees. No skin was yet broken. It was going to be a slow process.

He was crying... I saw him and felt so sad for him. But what could I do? My body was only listening to memories and assumptions that were in no way helping. "P-Please don't kill me, miss Straight Saddle filly! I-I'll never rape another mare, filly, or any other kind of pony ever again! You have my word as a stallion!" He squirmed more.

My body responded swiftly. "I KNOW!". And just as the words left that mouth which I couldn't tell was my own, I saw his front-left leg get ripped right out of its socket. I could hear sirens nearing our location. I couldn't close my eyes, I couldn't do anything. I realized that I was in control... But not my sanity. " A BIT LATE!" I said, referring to the sirens. Magic shone around the stallion's jaw and suddenly it was torn in half by the sides. He was screaming in pain and fear. a bottle from the street was picked up and shattered, and with the shards, he was gutted. Blood ran down his sides, his entrails were thouroughly sliced. He was dead by now, but that didn't stop me. Guards came to the scene.

"We have an unidentifiable object floating with a corpse!" One said.

My magic tore the head off of the stallion who had dared to be a suspect in a crime he didn't even commit. and as if to give one final "Fuck you" to the carcass, the testicles were crushed under magical pressure. The officers under me were baffled and didn't know if they should attack the bright light they saw, or just run. I swiftly dropped the carcass of my victim, and flew off faster than they could see. "It serves him right!"

When I finally settled down, I was behind Fillydelphia middle school. It was now around nine o' clock at night, and Luna was taking over the night shift. I was very tired, but how could I sleep? What I did was the worst. I couldn't believe myself.

"What have I done?... He was innocent, other than being a dick and a pervert... I was so angry... And I killed at least five ponies today... The first four, I can forgive... It was self-defense... But that last one... I... I still see his face... When I close my eyes..." I cried, I screamed, I wept. Tears didn't help much. I eventually cried myself to sleep.

"Hello, there." A voice called out to me. I opened my eyes, to see Luna herself. The world around me was psychedelic. "You're troubled." She said in her elegant, princess-y voice.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"Dreaming." She wasn't smiling. In fact, she seemed very serious at the moment. she backed out of my face and started walking, I found myself walking with her.

"And where were you when all of that shit back there happened?" I asked, somewhat angrily.

"At Canterlot... Believe me, if I could have done anything, I would have." She said as she walked beside me. I remained silent for a while. I wanted to hear what she had to say. "I won't tell anypony what you did, if you're wondering. I too, have been overcome with anger before. I twice tried to make the night eternal. You are in the company of somepony who understands." Her voice was stern, remorseful, and then kind. All of that emotion in just four sentences... It was mind blowing at the time. She knew more emotion than the average Love or Fear, that everypony said could only exist. She knew what I needed to hear; not in words, but in tone.

"So, do you know who did it?" I asked. Hoping one one side, that she had an answer so that I could have the true justice that I required, and on the other, that she didn't... So that I might be able to stay calm for our talk.

"No... I don't I began watching you when you yelled up to the sky. I can't reach you outside of your dreams though. I am so very sorry for what you lost..." She said. Her voice was elegant, and quite amazing. But just as she finished speaking, I heard a scream. I recognized this scream.

"Oh goddess no!" I covered my ears. This was the scream of that poor stallion. Luna placed her hoof on my forehead and suddenly it stopped. That gravely howl was gone... "W-how did you...?"

She smiled slightly. "All you needed was a snap back to reality. Now, as I said, I won't tell anypony. Instead, I believe I'll help you every night, for as long as I can, I will come to you in your dreams. I'll teach you to control your magic. My sister has her own pupil, but in all honestly, you are in much greater need. While Twilight Sparkle is powerful, she will never know pain the way we know pain. And I don't think that my sister understands that. Death and isolation can cause a lot of harm." When she finished talking, she began dissapearing. "It's almost morning. Survive until tomorrow night, We will have more time then. Don't do anything rash!" She said as she vanished into the dark colors of the dream.

I awoke to find somepony standing in front of me. It was "Big eyes". I jumped out of my skin and screamed. Nopony else was around, so I was unheard, thank the Goddess. "Who are you?" I asked.

There was no answer. He just kept looking at me. His yellow mane and tail blew in the wind as his gray fur remained still, as if they were in two separate universes. He kept looking at me. I still found him as intriguing as he was creepy. His wings, once again ascended. "POMF" The wings were easily the size of Luna's. I was impressed. But again, just as creeped out.

"What are you doing here? Do I even know you?" I asked. He shook his head and kept looking at me. He drew something in the ground. it was writing. It read "But you could." to which I replied, "How? You won't even talk." He erased what he had written in the dewy topsoil, and written something new. I looked down to read it "Find me"

"What the hell does that mean?" I looked back up and he was gone " I'm not playing some game of hide and seek, you pervert!" I walked away after that. I couldn't get three things out of my head. The scream, the eyes, and the heart of the three ponies I had interacted the most with in the past twelve hours.