Extinguishing Evil

Chapter 1: Silver Spoon

"I didn't want to hurt them, I only wanted to kill them."

~ David Berkowitz (AKA The 44. Caliber Killer)

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Life is great, I have a loving family, two of the best friends anyone could ask for and ponies who care about me. There is only one problem, or two. One is Diamond Tiara, a rich snob who torments and bullies all who oppose her. She made Applebloom cry yesterday. Then there is Silver Spoon, she is just as horrible, she would torture me, Scootaloo and Applebloom everyday. She was just a big bully with no regard for anypony around her, just like Diamond Tiara.

Sometimes I think, maybe the world would be better if they were dead. They do nothing to help or support anything! Those spoiled brats get whatever they want while they torture me and my friends! IT’S NOT FAIR!

They could be gone with two simple slices of a knife. It’s not like I want to kill anypony. I just want to rid the world of something made of pure evil. If they were gone then I wouldn’t- No, WE wouldn’t have to deal with their snobby antics. One time I asked Scootaloo and Applebloom if they thought the same, Applebloom seemed shocked and Scootaloo thought I should get “help” as she calls it.

I decided on what I needed to do, and Silver Spoon was first.

I pack my saddle bag for school today. I put all the essentials: pens, pencils, books et. cetera, but I add something extra. One of Rarity’s large kitchen knives, it seems sharp enough. Definitely sharp enough to cut a throat.

Now don’t think I am stupid. I know the risks. If I am to be caught, they’ll probably kill me, but I have a plan. Similar to the little trick we did with Babs Seed a while back. Oh I remember that one thoroughly: we tempted her with something she couldn’t resist, and if we hadn’t stopped she would be the laughingstock of the town.

Now that I think about it, ponies will think these abominations are angels when I am finished. Can you believe that? An angel! If anything those two little brats were sent from the deepest pits of Tartarus to belittle innocent ponies. Another thought just crossed my mind, I am not really killing them, I am simply sending them back home.
I arrive the entrance of the schoolhouse, where, to my joy, I am greeted by my two best friends. To my dismay, Appleblooms eyes are bloodshot and tears stream down her face. I let out a gasp before running to hug my distressed friend.

“Applebloom, what happened!?” Strange, my voice seems much deeper in my head. Scootaloo looked really mad, but her eyes showed sympathetic sadness.

Scootaloo speaks up, her voice fueled with rage, “Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, that’s what happened.” See what I mean? I am removing those two because of stuff like this! I put my hoof over my mouth acting like I was surprised, but really I should have expected this. I did feel extreme sadness for my friend- I still am Sweetie Belle, that sensitive little filly with a high pitched voice- even though I am about to murder two foals.

Applebloom sobs again, which melts my heart. “What did they do?” I ask, tears dripping from my eyes.

“T-they t-told m-me that I was the r-reason m-my ma died, during c-childbirth!” She stutters almost every word, sobbing as she does. All my sympathy disappears. It is replaced with pure rage. They are so dead!

***

Classes go as they usually do: boring lectures, class games, et. cetera. I pay no heed to what the teacher is saying, my complete attention is on Silver Spoon, she looks over several times with a glare or confused stare. I can tell that she is beginning to get creeped out. Good. Fear is my best weapon, after Rarity’s knife in my saddle bag.

The bell rang and we are dismissed for recess, I can’t wait! Only one hour until we get out of school! I sit in one of the corners of the schoolyard, eagerly awaiting my friends, but instead I am greeted by an annoyed Silver Spoon, I smile and nod to her.

“Why do you keep staring at me, blank flank!?” I simply nod and smile again. She seems to get angry. She gets only inches from my face and starts to hiss hateful words at me.

“Tell me why!”
I smile before standing on all four hooves. I tap her nose and reply.

“You will find out soon enough.” I walk away with a smug grin on my face.

***
Classes ended and it’s time to enact my plan.

“Oh, Silver Spoon!” I yell across the playground. I catch her attention and she glares at me, but widens her eyes when she sees what I am holding in my hooves. One of Rarity’s breathtakingly huge gems- she really had a talent for locating priceless jewels. I trot closer until i’m no more than two feet away.

“W-where did you get that?” She stares at the marvellous gem in my hooves, wide eyed and out of breath.

I smile, this is my chance. “Oh this?” I hold it up closer to her, “I got it as a gift, I was thinking I would go and skip it like a rock in the lake by the Everfree.” I grin innocently.

Her jaw drops. “Y-you can't do that!” My grin falters, as I glare at her.

“Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?” she lunges forward, trying to snatch the gem. I easily side step. I start to run, and she follows, sprinting as fast as her little legs could handle.

I saw a dark alley. Perfect. I run straight in. I turn a corner and run right in to a dead end and rotate to look behind me. There she is, smiling smugly.

“No where to run! Now, hand it over!” she says.

I smile and reply in the most calm voice I can muster.

“Come and get it.”

She starts to close in on me. I grab my saddlebag with one hoof and place it on the ground next to me. I turn my back to her and place my head in the saddlebag, my mouth wrapping around the handle of the knife, gripping it tightly. I “accidently” drop the gem just behind me.

I hear her dash forward, most certainly going for the gem. The closer she approached, the tighter I hold the knife between my teeth. Time seems to slow as the footsteps grow further apart. Once she’s close enough, I spin toward Silver Spoon as quick as I can. I look to see what damage I created. Silver Spoon has a large gash, beginning at the top of forehead and continuing over her nose and ending half way through her right cheek. Blood started to pour from the cut, but I still wasn’t finished.

She inhales deeply, about to scream. I tackle her to the ground. I stick my hoof in her mouth while I stab her repeatedly in the chest, each time I do I hear a satisfying rip. Each stab going deep in her chest, blood spurting out of each hole the knife creates. A blood pool starts to form around the grisly scene. I put the blade in her chest one last time, before removing it and finishing her off with a quick slice to the throat.

I stare down at my victim, her chest ripped open, exposing organs and ribs. The blood spewing everywhere, most of which emanates from her throat. The large slice in her throat opened her neck enough to see a torn trachea. I smile evilly and pack up my equipment. One down one to go.

I had to sneak through town, considering I was covered in blood. I have a shower and go straight to bed.

I have a hunch there won't be school tomorrow.