The Slaughter

The school, filled with innocent children, was her prime target.

No don’t do this!

Hush, you know you want to as well as I do! She returned mentally slapping herself back into submission.

No! I-I would never...

Yes you would...I know you better than you do! I mean I was forced into the back of your head for forever! That was until you flipped out on your brother and I-

Don’t you say it!

What? Say that I slaughtered you whole family with your own dildo? Ahh that brings back memories... that thing sure could swing hard! It was even perfectly textured for a handle! Is that a coincidence? No! You wanted to kill your family with a dildo! I believe one of your fetishes was...um...oh god, this is ridiculous! You wanted to-

SHUT UP!! That never happened! You killed my family with a meat cleaver! It was the Jeffersons that you killed with the dildo...

Aha! So you do like this just as much as me if not more!

N-no! I never said that!

You didn’t need to. If you keep track of my kills better than I do, then you obviously like it!

NO...its just very...boring in here...

Well then let me just add some stuff in there to liven up your...um stay,,,

Doped Vision grinned as she heard the distant ringing of the school bells signaling the beginning of the day. She began to sneak through the bushes humming a dark and scary tune to herself, she had not felt this alive since her wedding day.  The conversation in her head had lasted for just as long as she had wanted it to, she had been waiting for the bells on the roof to ring, now it was her time to shine. She grinned as she saw the schoolyard filled with waiting children in the distance and began walking with a swing in her step. She had been waiting to do this for too long. She was going to do what made her awaken from her slumber and unleash the beast from within, and planned it to be extra special. This was going to be her first massacre. Her first real pleasuring since she lost her virginity, that ended up killing her first husband in the process with the bedsheets. He was found the next day hanging from the ceiling fan with cuts and bruises all over his body and a rod shoved into his penis so it stayed hard. She began getting wet even at just the thought of such a big massacre.

“This is going to be soooo goood.” She murmured to herself.

All she had with her was her ice pick and her rusty spoon. But that was all she needed to make this evening perfect. She could see the next couple minutes playing out in front of her, she would walk out, silently kill the first, leading to the second and the third, by the fourth she would be screaming loudly, flying around, decapitating every moving thing with her ice pick and then she would crouch over the bodies with her spoon and-

“What was that?” She asked no one in particular, as she heard a noise from behind her.

It stopped as suddenly as it came, she knocked it up to her being crazy, she did that with many things that she couldn’t explain. Before she began her onslaught, she took one last puff of her joint. She was proud of it, she made it herself, or rather her alter ego did. That was her cutie mark, growing weed, and to add some irony to the situation, her name was Mary Jane. She loved weed, and children. Doped Vision however hated everything that caused others happiness, that is why she was doing things like this every chance she got, she loved causing unbearable pain followed by suffering.. That is why she did this, and this made her uncontrollably horny. She shivered and began to walk into the schoolyard. She admired the flowers as she walked past the schools garden into the health class. The class inside stopped and they all turned around to look at her. The teacher looked up with a questioning look on her face.

“Excuse me can I help you with something?”

Doped Vision put her wings out to shut the door blocking any means of escape, she pulled out her ice pick and began walking down the aisle towards the teacher. The teacher began to backpedal wildly and began yelling out for help. Doped Vision quickly put the pick into her head to silence her. She yanked it out and turned to the class with a twisted grin on her face.

“Class is now in session!” She said as she wrote an impossible math problem on the chalkboard in the teacher’s blood.

“Now... who’s first?” She asked without turning around.

A foal was crying in the back of the class huddled under her desk. Vision walked over to her and leaned down to look at her. The foal recoiled from her and let out a quick sob, Vision’s smile faded slowly as she whispered to the foal, “Non Mortem Timemus, Ne Timeatis Messorem, little one.”

“Huh?” Replied the sobbing child.

“It means,” She paused long enough to bury the pick into the ribcage of the foal and bring her up to face level., “Fear Not Death, Fear Not the Reaper.” She whispered into the dying child’s ear.

“Anyone have any questions or comments? No? Good, I as your new teacher say that you as a class have to figure out this equation, or die like those two.” She said as she pointed towards the small pile of bodies in the front of the room.