Equestria; a journey with equines

Chapter 11

Blissfully Unaware

I lift the iPad with my left hand, wary of the claw where my right once was. I attempt to to unlock the device to no avail, the claw won't let me. Frustration grows and my eyes glow. I completely disregard the option of unlocking the device with my left hand, and instead crush the object into shards of sparking electronics and glass. Well, it was low on battery anyway and I can't charge it.

I sit alone, on the slightly charred sofa, contemplating my previous actions. I had thought about harming Trixie and other beings numerous times, but to carry out is a bit extreme. I loved every second of it, but I don't think I should of done it. I know I shouldn't have done it. Murder is almost unheard of here and my actions are going to have some serious consequences.

Frustration, anger, hurt and fear. I think these emotions cause my violent outbursts of dark magic, considering that it belonged to the Nightmare, it is highly probable. The anger that flared just now with the iPad, caused me to destroy one of he few methods of communicating with Earth I have left. I still have my phone, but credit only goes so far, and the signal comes and goes under its own rules. I regret crushing the tablet, but what's done is done.

Twilight is probably going to tell Celestia and prove the theory that humans are evil, ending in some form of godly retribution. I don't really want to be destroyed by creatures I am so fond of. I don't think my prior words of comfort are really as effective as they seem, Twilight is most likely panicking at the thought that I would kill and consume innocent creatures. Though, Trixie wasn't innocent, she attempted arson.

I still haven't eaten that much at all, except for a raw heart, which wasn't very filling. The concept of food is pleasing, a low growl emitting from my stomach and shattering the sound of silence. A barbecue would be nice, all the meat and stuff. But I suppose that's not going to happen.

Another thing is that this claw is still here, I guess that it should have disappeared when my fury ended, but obviously not. It feels alright, I am rather fond of it actually, but it will take a while to get used to. The iPad proves that much. I think I may have to learn to be left handed. I hate unnecessary effort.

Actually, fuck the calls I have to make. Fuck my previous life. And fuck the past. I'm going to go for a walk, I'm going to socialise and I'm going to find something to eat. I don't care about moral implications or politics or law. I'm going to live how I want, it's my life and I just received a do-over. I don't think many people get this kind of opportunity to start again. Let's do this.

I hastily make my way over to the door, making sure to close it behind me before striding off towards town. I have stuff to do, and food to find.

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The party is still going strong, the princesses among the crowd. Luna seems to be socialising well, better than the Nightmare Night celebration. The cake is mostly gone, Pinkie sitting on top of he ruins of what once was the most magnificent cake I had ever seen, rubbing her bloated stomach and groaning. Too much for the party mare? That's a first.

I stride into the crowd towards the cake, the reason I'm here right now. Ponies stand aside when I walk past them, the claw giving them reason to be slightly uneasy. The cake still towers over me, albeit barely. I dig into the mound with such gusto that would rival that of he pink mare. I get lost in the cake, paying no mind to the world outside of me and the cake. All this cake could possibly need is bacon.

A hoof lands gently on my knee, breaking me from my little world of cakes and bacon. I look down to see Scootaloo and the rest of the CMC, smiling up at me. The CMC normally mean some sort of trouble, but I was looking for something to do, the cake is nearly gone, and I'm rather full. A piece of bacon wouldn't hurt though.

"Hi," I say, crouching do I don't have to look straight down.

The fillies look at each other nervously, before Applebloom nudges Scootaloo. The orange filly smiles weakly at me, avoiding eye contact.

" Um, do you want to play with us? Nopony else will and you look pretty cool." Scootaloo asks, quite nervously, glancing at my claw throughout the statement that followed the question.

"Okay, I was trying to think of something to do anyway." I smile.

"Cool! This way." Scootaloo and the other Crusaders suddenly perk up and race away, with me trailing behind, trying not to lose them in the crowd we were racing through. I shoot a glance behind me to see Pinkie finishing off the cake, next to Twilight who's talking with Celestia. Crap.

The Crusaders exit the crowd of pastel ponies and continue to run in a fairly straight line. I follow through the empty streets of Ponyville, everyone must be in the centre of town.

We finally arrive at the Crusader clubhouse, in the top corner of Sweet Apple Acres. We start of with a game of hide and seek, I'm really good at hiding because of this shadow meld thing I can do, but I can't find them either. Occasionally, I get lucky and find Sweetiebelle or Applebloom, but never Scootaloo.

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An hour passes, we played hide and seek, a bit of tag and some 'hoof'ball. I tried really hard not to cause any damage to any of them considering my size, strength and the claw that is attached to my shoulder where my arm should be.

I wave the CMC goodbye and climb a tree out of sight, but overlooking the clubhouse. The sun is getting lower in the sky, casting long shadows. I lean against the tree, from my position on the highest branch, I can see the Crusaders sat outside the clubhouse, talking. I can't hear their conversation , but I don't care. The fresh air is relaxing and a light breeze sweeps through the trees.

Two figures emerge from the bushes opposite the clubhouses, fillies from the looks of it, and approach the CMC. No, it's Diamond and Silver. This isn't going to end well. The antagonistic bullies exchange insults with the Crusaders for a while, I guess, before Sweetiebelle bursts out crying and flees. The mini marshmallow pony disappears into the tree line towards the farm, closely followed by her friends.

Diamond laughs loudly, exceeding the volume of Silvers sniggering. They leave, but not before defacing the clubhouse with crude drawings and scribbles. They leave the pens and crayons they used behind and set off in the opposite direction to the Crusaders. The laughter gradually fading as they went.

I followed, treetop to treetop, silently and unseen.

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They stop at a clearing, next to a steep decline, couldn't be more and 50ft down, but the sheer drop onto the many outcroppings of jagged rocks didn't help. They walk over to the edge and sit, lightly conversing while staring off into the sun as it sets on the horizon.

From my vantage point, I can see the moon rising in the east. This means that the party must have concluded, as Luna is doing her thing. The rays of the sun recede as it descends over the horizon and out of view. The moon takes over lighting up the environment and the stars make their appearances.

The two fillies shuffle closer together, leaning on each other and their voices soften. I couldn't hear their words before, I certainly can't hear them now. They continue to talk while staring off to where the sun had just been, Silver lightly pecks Diamond on the cheek. I can see her blush from here, it's practically blinding.

My stomach growls again, despite the sheer amount of cake I ate, I need some meat, bacon preferably, but there are no pigs here. I consider what to do now, reflecting on what happened most recently. I remember seeing how hurt Sweetie was, a familiar glow radiates from my eyes. Before I know it, I'm stood over the two fillies, watching them cuddle in the moonlight while being blissfully unaware of my presence and the fury dictating my actions.

I hunger.

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