Shadows of Sins Past

All Luna could see in the dream at first was a vast void of dark. Light was nowhere as though Westwood's mind was blank. In reality Luna had stepped halfway into the dream and had missed the events leading to what was about to happen. The dark gave way to a few sounds to give the space she resided in some depth. The sound of water dripped from the ceiling to the hard floor under her hooves, a sound of a chain swinging was present as well. The last sound was the opening and slamming of a steel door which now made the world silent again.

"Good to see you are still alive Marine." The Hispanic tone came from the direction the sound of the door, "I was afraid that we wouldn't have our fun tonight." He continued.

Seconds later a single light flashed on

in a flickering yellow light from a swinging lamp. Under the light was a human in an urban camo uniform with his arms chained behind him and attached to a meta beam. Blood, old and new, stained his uniform with what looked like old gashes and bruises showing from the exposed parts of his uniform.

"Go to hell Martinez" The familiar voice of Westwood called out to the dark as the Hispanic male appeared under the yellow light.

"You wound me Marine. I would have thought you would be nicer to an old buddy." The male spoke with a snicker.

Westwood looked at the man in front of him then spit at him, "Shut the hell up. We were never buds or whatever you say we are you slimeball." The human Westwood spoke. Some blood was mixed with his spit from wounds to his mouth.

The Hispanic man wiped his face of Westwood's saliva before wiping it into Westwood's short hair, "We are giving you one more chance to cooperate. My boss is getting very impatient. Says if you don't talk now that you should just die." Martinez spoke before drawing a long knife from a sheath on his belt, "So we are going to ask you one last time. Where are your dogs at and when are they going to attack?" Martinez added before running the tip to Westwood's uniform.

Westwood grinned and let his voice slip out, "I don't know about where they are, but I can tell you something that will help you a lot. Taking a small blue pill that will let you fuck yourself." He spoke before feeling the knife pierce into his shoulder and more blood was drawn, "Stabbing me in the shoulder won't do me in, you should know that." He spoke keeping himself from acting in the pain of the stab.

Martinez groaned hearing Westwood's jokes then pulled the knife out from Westwood's shoulder, "You are really pissing me off marine. Three days I've been cutting you up and carving you like a pig, but you still don't talk." He spoke moving the knife to a forehand position, "I've had enough. You are too much trouble." He spoke before moving to thrust the knife into Westwood's stomach.

Luna watched the human and time seemed to slow as Martinez then attempted to stab the human in a vital region.

Westwood jolted his head up, his eyes bleeding tears before finally turning red. The heavy chains that kept him restrained now shattered like glass, his hands now looked like claws as he swung his hands forward and grabbed Martinez's head. His claws started to pierce into Martinez's head and a small trickle of blood began seeping from each of the ten punctures, "What's the matter?" Westwood spoke with a grin on his face and a second deeper voice present, "I thought you were going to kill me." He spoke with that echo still present in his voice.

Martinez shook in fear as his head was bleeding from the human Westwood's inhuman features present in his eyes and his new claws on his face. He then attempted to stab Westwood in the stomach again. Instead of feeling the blade sinking into the flesh of Westwood's stomach, it snapped off of the handle and flew off in another direction. Metal shards were plinking on the ground under them. Martinez looked down to see now only that Westwood's many wounds were piecing themselves together by threads of meat pulling the many wounds closed, but the healing flesh was growing black and looked much like patches of scales on his many wounds.

Slowly Westwood moved his thumbs from the pierce marks in Martinez's forehead and rubbed under his eyes, "Now don't you worry. This will only hurt a lot." He spoke before shoving his clawed thumbs into Martinez's eyes. A loud scream echoed from Martinez before the lamp died leaving the world dark once again.

When Luna could see once again she found herself outside, a group was reacting to the scream of death and crowding around the bunker door that lead into the chamber that held Westwood, "Boss. What's going on in there?" One of the men asked in a panic before the doors were thrown open.

Seconds later a limbless stump was thrown from the dark opening, the face frozen in pain even after death and blood poured from the limbs until all that was left was a puddle of what remained of his fluids. Westwood walked out of the chamber with a grin on his face and hands covered in blood, "So. Who's next?" The male asked gazing his red eyes as the small group in front of him.

As a result of fear, the group began opening fire using the rifles in their hands to attempt to kill Westwood. Westwood rushed forward, his body movements avoiding the bullets being fired at him as though he could see them as clear as the light around them. In a matter of seconds, the human Westwood had made his way in the center of the group who had gone empty trying to shoot at the inhuman movements of their target.

Luna had blinked, or did she force herself to close her eyes, and the next thing she saw was the human in the air with ribbons of crimson fluid decorated the world of Westwood's nightmares. The leaves, trees and building had red slapped onto their frames and trunks. The humans on the ground stood still as though in shock of what had just happened. The human Westwood landed on the ground and his grin widened before kicking each of the humans leading to the still frames falling to pieces one by one.

The place was empty of life aside from Westwood and Luna. The human remaining looked to Luna, his red eyes fading to yellow, "I can guess that you are the princess I was supposed to meet." Westwood spoke slowly morphing to the form of the dragon, his dream now was broken from the blood covered tropic location to a dark location as though Westwood was finally in control of this place and knowing that he was in a dream.

Luna was shocked that Westwood had this much control of his dreams, "Yes. I am Princess Luna." The dark furred alicorn spoke taking a step back in the darkness and realized now that the two were now in an enclosed space, "What happened? Why did you kill those things?" She asked seeing nothing in the darkness other than the glow of Westwood's eyes piercing through the dark.

Westwood smirked, "I wasn't in control them. Something took over my body. I've been having this dream over and over again, nothing I do can change that. This time I could finally gain a little control only after I finished the events of my past." He spoke staring at the eyes that stared back at his own, "So are you afraid. That a bloodthirsty monster stands in front of you, or that something that is not something you can recognize is in your world."

Luna was frozen solid. There was a hint of fear in her mind, but at the same time Twilight had not mentioned that Westwood was a monster. That the dragon was in control of himself, she had not seen what was possible until just now, "Yes. There is some fear, but I can see you aren't going to hurt me." Luna spoke as the room began to slowly brighten showing the dragon in his fully developed dragon form aside from the morphing Westwood had been going through before the world went completely dark.

Westwood smirked, "I have no reason to hurt you. You are here to help me, why hurt someone that tries to help?" He asked as the room was now fully exposed. It was the cell he was held in when he was human and being used as a lab rat, "Or are you just here to watch me dream?" He added in as he crossed his arms over his strong chest.

Luna shook her head trying to break the near hypnotic stare that the two had shared when their eyes were the only things that were present, "I want to help, just." She paused thinking of the right words, "I don't know how to help you." Luna finished as she stood her ground in front of the dragon seeing she was barely shorter than he was.

Now that Westwood had seen Luna close enough, he could see that the shape of her body was the same as the form that he had seen earlier, "So. You were the one that I saw that first day." He spoke, the world around them faded away, it was now a void. It was bright enough to have the two still be able to see each other.

Luna nodded, "Yes. I was performing my duty by raising the moon, that was when I saw you. I saw that strange phenomena that brought you to this place. I had thought someone had cast magic to cause you pain, but after seeing what your dream showed me it seems that you are not even from this world." Luna replied which she took a step toward the black scaled dragon so the two were now face to face, "While I can see you have a past that you wish to forget, I can also see that you do not act on the same impulses. You are not a monster, then again you are not a dragon." She finished.

Westwood chuckled at her words, not an evil or haunting laugh like what could be heard when he had when he had killed the other humans, "Your world is an odd place. First it was that quiet winged pony before, and now a full grown-" He paused thinking of a word that would define the princess in front of him, "What are you anyway?" He asked.

Luna took a seat in front of Westwood whom out of a common action took a seat as well, both bodies kept up by an invisible platform that supported the two in the void around them, "I am an alicorn. I possess the strength of an earth pony, the wings and flight of a pegasus and the magic strength of a unicorn. Me and my sister are the only ones to be such ponies."

The two continued speaking of each other's worlds, sharing pieces of information with one another in the featureless void. It may have been an unusual place to hold a conversation, but at the same time it was a place that made the dragon feel comfortable in his own mind. At the end of the night, Luna had to break away from Westwood's dream in order to allow the moon to fall and her sister to let the sun rise in the sky.

When Luna had left the drake's dream, Westwood had opened his eyes seeing that the place he had been sleeping was now brightening. Despite having a long discussion with Princess Luna in the realm of his dreams, Westwood felt more rested than he had been in years. Whether it was because he could break away from the repeating nightmare in his talk with Luna or if it was some random act he had no idea.

A strange feeling was on his new body's mouth. He didn't know where it had come from, but it felt rather nice. Westwood looked out the window and to the rising sun, he felt the warm rays on his scales which seemed to give him enough energy to stand and stretch his body from the odd position he had fallen asleep in.