The Doctrines of Darkness
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.
The Doctrines of Darkness
Chapter 1-Another Nightmare
"GAH!"
Scry Fly woke up again as thunder struck. Sweat dripped from his mane to all over his body, blanket soaked like a wet paper towel. He hyperventilated very heavily, tons of oxygen being converted into carbon dioxide thanks to his weak lungs. Pupils had shrunk to the size of beads.
It was the same as every nightmare.
This time, however, the numbers grew as the nights passed. He would always stand there with those blades on his legs. Blood would drip from them like water falling from a faucet after a good hoofwash. That sadistic laughter would play like a backtrack again after the job was done. It was horrifying.
Suddenly, his bedroom door had been quickly opened. Two pony silhouettes were at the doorstep. He was still trying to recover the effects from his nightmare, so he panicked when he saw them.
"AH!" the colt screamed, as he accidentally shot the ceiling with a fireball from his horn. The ponies tried to go up to him, but the fireballs had slowed them down.
"Scry Fly! It's us! Please calm down!" one of them yelled, finally reaching his bed. Scry took a better look, revealing the silhouettes as his parents.
"M-mom...d-dad...?"
"Shh...it's only a nightmare..." his mother, Diamond Hope comforted him. He cried in her hooves while his father, Tuxedo Shadow inspected the damages. Tears had ran down from Scry's eyes and onto his mother's fur.
"Hmm...at this point, we might need to call the repaircolt again." he stated.
"I-I'm sorry..." Scry whimpered as his father trotted towards them to join the embrace.
"It's alright."
He cried until he managed to go to sleep again. Scry's mom tucked him in bed as the parents quietly left the room.
Diamond Hope and Tuxedo Shadow had sat in the kitchen, thinking about their foal. It was 3:22 AM and both of them were too worried to sleep.
"This is the seventh time he's had a nightmare." Tuxedo began.
Diamond said nothing, wondering what the nightmare was about. Was it the same as the ones before? What is it that he was dreaming about? These thoughts had pondered in her head.
"The doctors can't seem to help him. We even sent him to a psychiatrist. I guess being born with psychic powers is both a gift and a curse."
Diamond kept quiet as she began to walk upstairs.
"Alright, I'll see you in bed hun." Tuxedo said. He sighed as he looked outside the window. The rain kept going as the lightning had flashed at random times.
Suddenly, the cordless phone had rang. Tuxedo walked to it and used his magic to lift it.
"Hello?"
"Tuxedo. You're still awake, I hear."
"What is it this time, Brawny Steed?"
Tuxedo Shadow was an agent of the Vanhoover Secret Department. The V.S.D always investigated crimes, mysterious sightings and various supernatural entities. They were more like the police force, but had more riskier jobs.
"We've got another slaughterfest at Neighners Street. This time, the office complex."
Tuxedo sighed, stress increasing. "He's done it again, has he?"
"We've tried to gather all the clues to where he currently resides. Unfortunately, there are no traces at all." Tuxedo could only shake his head slowly. "It seems that the more this happens, the further Doctrine Dark gets from us."
"What's going on there?"
"We're currently investigating the area. Eight bodies in one room. Apparently, one of the victims had called security before they were murdered. The door had to be breached before we managed to catch D. Dark. It was too late."
"Even if the door was unlocked, Doctrine Dark is too clever enough to escape the guards. You know that, Steed." Tuxedo made a rebuttal.
There was a sigh over the phone. "Look, we're taking the bodies to the forensics in the afternoon. I expect you to be at work. If you don't mind, I'm gotta go call the families about the unfortunate tragedy."
"Yeah, you do that." The phone hung up. Tuxedo sighed and looked down. This was going to be a long day at work.
Still, what if Scry was having the dream about the murders? What if it was about D. Dark?
No way, he thought. That's just too coincidental. Scry was just not feeling well.
Still, this was the seventh murder this week.