He put on his blue gas mask gently over his mouth. Tight as it always was, he seemed to feel comfortable with the adjustment. Legbands, check. The cables were all set, gunpowder was perfectly stored in the capsules of the legbands. Oh, and let's see if it still works.

SHINK!

Perfect. The blades still come out like they should. He looked at his own reflection on this deadly pair before closing them back in. The legbands still work as usual, despite how long they've never been used for a long time. He took a deep breath, as he got ready for this.

Staring at the flowing waters was a stallion in body armor, matching the dark blue coat he always had when he was a little colt. The blonde mane he always sported was clean, kept and all done up. The mask that always covered half of his face was on as usual. It wasn't very intimidating as people say. The mask was more of a mystery that kept the darkest of secrets hidden from the public. However, what sets him apart from the others mass murderers were those eyes.

Those huge whites that had crystal blue irises.

It almost seemed that there were no signs of those black dots, as the pupils were as small as a morsel. One could say that people who look into them already had their soul taken away. He and his own reflection kept having what could be an endless staring competition.

With a final breath, he closed his eyes again.

Doctrine Dark had opened his eyes to see the mess he had created. The bodies of dead ponies had been laid all over the room, lifeless eyes looking at many directions. Puddles of dark red liquid were all over the floor, as if the Dead Sea had created a flood.

Drip, drop. Drip, drop.

So it was true. Blood is thicker than water. He could smell it all over the cemetery that was formerly called an office. The scent was strong, despite wearing the mask.

And he enjoyed it.

This was what he was satisfied with. He enjoyed the sick masterpieces he had created with blood as paint. D. Dark could even consider this as avant-garde in his own right. He could've admired it as long as he liked.

But all good things had to come to an end. D. Dark trotted to the edge of the window, looking down at the sleepy streets of Vanhoover. Oh how he enjoyed the silence of the city. The lack of ambience was more jolly than a carnival ride. Fear had spread throughout the hearts of many citizens. And that's what made it his favourite city. He looked up into the midnight sky, the half-moon staring back at him. Oh, how he loved it when it mocked him, with the blank expression it gave to him. If only the moon became scarlet like the ones he saw in his mind.

Suddenly, a huge bang came from the office door.

"FREEZE!" the guard pony shouted. They saw corpses littered all over the room. And at the window was a figure that stood tall. The unicorn guards' horns lit up, as if they're ready to shoot the shadow down.

"Better stay right there, scum." one of the guard ponies ordered.

With one final breath, the predator jumped out of the building. They tried to chase after him, but the blood puddles slowed them down. Finally when they got to the window, they were shocked and dumbfounded at what they saw.

Nothing.

No traces of bloody hoofsteps, no calling cards. Nothing. It was as if he wasn't there.

The last thing they heard from the killer was the maniacal laughter of darkness.

Author's Note

Introducing one of our main characters is Doctrine Dark. To all you avid gamers, you might remember him from the Street Fighter EX series. Why did an obscure character like him get ponified? Because he's my favourite character. And I made sure that the original and pony versions were two different individuals.