Unsalvageable

As I left town I heard screams, Berry was yelling for the police. I told her that I'd kill her if she did that, I lied. I expect her to tell the guard that, which means another distraction from looking for me. New father was right, I am growing up.

My legs and hooves are starting to get sore, too much walking. Last time I did this I was only seen once, before number six. Which was only a month before the end of the cycle. I guess this time I'll be playing on 'hard' mode. And now I have to walk all the way to Sweet Apple Acres. Great, just great, my legs are just about ready to fall of as is, I can't make the journey there without a break. Well, I do need a few weeks break before Applejack dies, so I guess I could sleep in the fields furthest from the farmhouse. Yes, that'll work fine.

I guess I'll have to walk the long way though, can't risk the guards seeing me now. I wonder when Celestia will break down and confess.. probably after the foal. I doubt she'd be able to keep the citizens at rest after that one. I can't believe we're so close! I've been waiting for sixty years!

I know that seems ridiculous, but I assure you, I was born seventy years ago. My parents and I lived in Baltimare for a while, until I was about five, then we moved to Ponyville. This place was so much bigger back then, and that's not just because I was smaller, the town had over triple the population. Stayed that way for a while, it was actually my killings that swept most ponies away. Those started about a year after I met new father, and I met him two years after my first parents died.

Before you ask, no. I didn't kill them. They died of a rare form of the flu, it hit Ponyville hard. Most ponies who got it ended up fine, but my family wasn't wealthy in any sense of the word, we couldn't afford the medication needed to keep the illness down. I ran away after they passed, lived on my own stealing the little food I was fortunate enough to eat.

I got caught eventually and was banished from Ponyville. Things back then were different, it was an eye for an eye. Punishment was swift and strict. I wondered the Everfree Forest for some time before I encountered the predators that roamed it. I was able to fend of the first few Manticores and Timberwolves, but I got hungry, tired, and weak. A pack of Timberwolves found me one morning and decided I would be a great breakfast. They chewed my face and hind-left leg up pretty bad.

That was when I met new father. He used a fire spell to burn the wolves to ash. He also cast a healing spell on me, but he was weak, and I was beaten badly, so I still have to scars and disfigured flesh. He was able to save me from bleeding to death, and because of that I'm now able to save him from starving. He feeds off of fear and hate, which is pretty scarce as of late. Ever since Luna came back from the moon everypony has been happy.

The Elements of Harmony have given a false sense of security to most of Equestria. I'm going to break that feeling. And the ponies who feel it. And once new father has his full power back, oh, you wouldn't want to be on this planet once he's back. I do. I'm going to rule at his side, spreading death and hellfire wherever we go. Father and son. Devil and demon.

But that's enough reminiscing, I have a field to sleep in.

By this time I was already at the front gate of Sweet Apple Acres, my hooves were on fire. My legs felt like rubber. I was falling apart. I needed rest, and this was the place I was getting it.

The farm was large, larger than most other apple farms. The fields of trees, though, that was huge. There must have been a few hundred square miles of apple trees here. I the last time I had seen it was when Mr. and Mrs. Apple where still running things. I had heard they died around the same time the first cycle was going. Some ponies thought I was the reason they died, but after the mortician looked over the bodies he confirmed they died of natural causes. I did kill seven, no, eight others. I forgot about that last one, I like to forget about her. It hurts too much to remember killing her.

I trudged through the pain of walking until I was ten minutes out of sight from the farm. This part was already clean of apples, which made it all the more likely I would be left alone. Nopony had seen me on my walk here, at least I don't think they had. I really need to pay more attention. I'm just so tired, even after the great nights sleep I got at Trixies last night, I still feel like I could pass out any second.

I could easily make it two weeks in these fields, the soil is soft, there are apples not too far from where I'm sleeping, and the irrigation trenches are clean enough to drink from. Everything is perfect, all lose ends accounted for, and tied. New father will be proud to know how well I've been doing without him. After all, I am his son, and that alone makes me stronger than anypony whose ever lived. I could kill Celestia with a flick of my hoof, if only I had my full power.

"Just you wait 'princess'! I'll get you eventually!" I smile, I feel like a little foal, shouting at the sky like that. I know that one day I will kill Celestia, but that day is far away. So far away.

One day, one day angel and demon will wage war. God and Devil. Father with son and sister with sister. I will win the war. My father with me. We will crush them, smoulder out the light with darkness.

These thoughts fill my heart with flames of hate, I feel power course through me.

For the first time in my life, I dream. I have dreams of death, and dreams of life. Dreams that would bring any other pony to tears of fear, and dreams that would bring a smile to a foals face. I am conflicted, in the depths of my being, torn. I don't know what to think anymore. Before I went to sleep I was so sure, I wanted to kill. But now I feel like two beings, one wanting the opposite of the other.

The internal bickering continues for three days, ending on the fourth. On that morning I feel normal. Not full of hate, but like a normal pony. Whatever force is acting inside me, I want it gone. I need it gone. I need to kill.

On the seventh morning of my time on the fields, I walk towards the farmhouse, my knife in my mouth.