The Sulreif Demigod

Pinkie had been running through the streets in a random direction until her body gave up, eventually forcing her to stop and sit down to catch her breath, which didn’t turn out to be a problem as her breathing was out of control and her whole body was shaking.

“What happened to him? What happened to me?!”

Tears were furiously running down her cheeks as she had to keep herself from puking from causing such horrors. She was sitting alone; only ponies in the distance could be seen.

“I- I just killed a pony” The horrifying dead face of Boomer kept flashing before her eyes. She wanted to scream, but her body had gone completely numb, and all her feelings felt as they exploded. The fear, the sadness, the… anger. Not at herself, but at boomer. The things he said were downright evil. Maybe he… he deserved to die? Pinkie thought, before quickly shaking her head, causing a headache.

“Nono! I need to get rid of this power. It’s like Zecora told me, I am losing control” She tried taking deep breaths to calm herself down.
“I should get back to Zecora before it’s too late” she told herself.

But before she was able to get up from her kneeling position a male voice was heard from behind.

“Miss? Are you okay?” Pinkie looked back, and saw a brown stallion standing looking worried at her. She had forgotten that she was still crying and quickly looked away.

“Yes, I’m fine. Just please g-go away” Pinkie stuttered nervously.

The stallion took a step closer. “Are you sure? You look like you could need some help”

Frustration began building up inside Pinkie. She forced herself to stay quiet and hoped for him to walk away. He head began hurting badly again.

“Come. Let’s get you something to drink” the stallion said just before placing his hoof one Pinkies shoulder.

His hoof was quickly thrown back as Pinkie placed both her hooves to her head, and clinched her eyes.

“Nonono” she repeated in her head.

“Wha-“ the stallion blurted out just before his head suddenly burst out in an explosion, sending pieces of skull and brain in every direction. Not even a small sound was made. His body was still standing, but his whole head was gone in a matter of seconds, leaving his neck, just bleeding down the sides. Pinkie just kept looking away from her kneeling position, while pressing her hooves tighter to her head. “STOP STOP STOP!” She could feel it. She could feel how she just killed another pony. She could feel the burst deep down in her heart. A short while after, a thump sounded from the stallions’ body falling to the ground. Tears kept escaping from her eyes, and she could feel a huge amount of energy rushing through her body. Without looking back, without looking at the dead body, she quickly stood up and began running once again. Her mind was racing, but no clear thoughts came up. It was like her mind was trying to make sense of it all, but something had shut down most of her control. Feelings of minor explosions irrupting inside her head continued as things around her began shattering. Her body was almost shaking in rhythm with her surroundings. Without looking, she could feel a vase breaking into several pieces on an outside table next to her. Sounds of small things breaking kept appearing behind her. She had given up to restrain control, and just tried finding a hiding place. Her conscious was still there, but her mind wasn’t her own. It kept screaming “Break that! Throw that! Shatter that!” Like an anxiety attack, she just couldn’t stop it. Everything surrounding her was shattered quickly while the purple mist was going viciously around in circles of Pinkies’ body. A chair was hurled into the air, and another was ripped apart into two pieces. Every time something broke; she got the image of the object and its destruction inside her mind. Suddenly Pinkie stopped in the middle of the torn out street. It was like something snapped as she looked up into the sky and screamed as loud as she possibly could. The mist was swirling fast around her, some of it boosting into the air while small stones and dirt began levitating just around her hooves. The feeling was like nothing else. Like fear and power collided. Going back to Zecora to take this power away, and only leave fear… wasn’t a choice anymore.