Chapters He walked calmly, waiting for what he knew was coming. It was inevitable. It always came, ALWAYS. It was something you couldn't run from, couldn't hide from. She always knew. It was crazy, even if nobody told her, she always new. So he waited calmly for it. All of a sudden, he was on the ground, face full of dirt.
He was greeted inside by Spike, who then got Twi. She walked in, and from the look on his face, she knew what he wanted to say as soon as she saw him.
It was death.
Author's Note
Oooh, what'll happen? Read on! I'll get it all done by tomorrow morning around six A.M.
And by the way, happy birthday Dovahbrony!
Why
Why do things happen? Why do we die?
Death
What does it mean? What could it mean?
Decay
Think about it. It comes eventually. How can someone rush the progress of life?
Flesh
Life is a precious gift. Not to be taken lightly. Its a rare flower, needs tending loving care, attention, water. All needed to keep the flower of life in a beautiful bloom. But it is shredded, ripped, torn. Crunching like pebbles beneath the cruel foot of faith.
Blood
We need every aspect of our existence. Our pony existence. We need our organs, our manes, our tails. Our talents. One missing factor, however minor, impacts us. That really popular kid in the hall with the curly blonde hair. Next week he might dye it black. He might get it cut tomorrow. All those blond curls could disappear over the course of a half-hour. Next day, its talk of the school. But what about those who are less popular? They probably don't notice the unpopular kids. Think about this though: There are the really popular and awesome kids. There are the unpopular kids too though. These two deviants are noticed for different reason. Everyone notices the popular kid. Mainly because their popular. The really unpopular kids are noticed because they too stand out. Basically if your in a group, your chances of getting noticed rise. The populars, the sporty, the haters, the gamers. The brony's, the pegasisters, the creepy pasta readers. All seperate. But what happens...
Crimson Fang walked up to the town schoolyard. Multiple eyes glared at her. She ignored it, hoping she'd be left alone for once. The door was in sight. She started walking right for the door. As long as there's no...
Sabre walked along a country road passed the school. There seemed to be an argument. He decided he'd break it up, its not like he had anything better to do. These to fillies were teasing another filly, still no cutie mark. He walked up, ready to stop them.
The cutie mark crusaders stared in awe at the pony threatening DT about how he'll tell her father, with Silver Spoon somewhere hiding. Diamond Tiara only shared, shocked at how somepony actually tried to stop her. Afterwards, the stallion walked off, not even talking to the quiet filly. She started walking to the school, which would start soon. Then they remembered something. She had no cutie mark!
Sabre walked back to Derpy's to fill out his plan. He walked into Sugarcube Corners unknowingly. He realized as he bit into a muffin. This time Mr Cake was at the counter. Sabre walked out, and headed to Derpy's house. When he walked in, Derpy was on the kitchen getting water from the fridge. When she noticed him, she smiled, and said,
Pinkie was mopping her basement floor. Business was usually slower when she ran out of the "special" ingredient. To bad Dashie turned out to be evil. She was supposed to come over later today. But, at least she now had time to update her list. She'd thrown parties for new ponies moving to Ponyville all month! At least 26. But she needs to be ready for Sabre's birthday party tonight, and needed some help. She went to her bingo cage, rolled it, and grabbed the number that fell out. She checked her list. It was a new pony, a filly named Crimson Fang. Just a filly, but the younger the ingredients, the better. She learned that over time. She went over to her workbench and supplies and started cleaning everything, humming the song, "Cupcakes" and smiling.
Crimson was walking along the dirt road that led from school. A few fillies were staring at her all day. Did they see her wings stick out a little from under her saddlebag? Or maybe it was her fangs? She walked a little faster, when she was tackled to the ground. She looked at her attackers. It was those three fillies. She kept her mouth shut. The orange one leaped in the air, talking about a club of theirs. They looked at her expectingly.
Author's Note
I know, short chapters. But its gonna get longer!
Hmmm, thats a new flavor...
Pinkie wiped down the table. It was about 2 and a meter and a half long, with thick, leather, straps. She had to replace them recently, they got to worn down. These new ones were a dark brown, still smelling fresh. She didn't know much about Crim, except she had a rare disease. Pinkie, wiping down the table, suddenly stopped and turned to Gummy, and said " I hope it doesn't ruin the cupcakes..." She shrugged it off, figuring she can add spices to it or something. She hummed the smile song, laughing when she thought of a new joke. To bad Dashie wasn't here, she would of been next. They would of had a really fun time! They could talk to Dashie, all about her job! But Pinkie Pie knew something happened to Rainbow Dash, her Pinkie senses told her. But maybe this filly could help her! Hey, maybe during it they could talk all about her, and how the funeral would be like! And, if she told her the disease, it would be easier to find the right ingredients! Pinkie Pie could hardly contain her excitement. She looked at the clock. Crim would be here soon. Pinkie Pie started to quickly clean the medical supplies. She then checked the voltage on her... Umm... Electricity machine thingy? She forgets the name. The bell on the door rang out throughout the store. She was here! Pinkie Pie hurried upstairs, closing the door behind her.
Crim walked in. What did this mare want, anyways? Just then, the pony in question ran upstairs, the basement door closing after her. She stared at Crim for a moment, seeming to size her up. Crim took a small step back, and tried to remember her name...Pinkie Pie? Yes, that sounds right. Then, Pinkie Pie started talking immediately after Crim stepped back. "Wannahelpmemakesomesupermegadelicious... CUPCAKES!?"
Author's Note
Hey, guys. Sorry you had to wait a day. Or was it two... Will someone let me know how many days you've waited?
Sabre needed a plan. A big plan. A CNN would be all over this plan. He decided he would skydive in from above. But, it'd probably be easier if he could just trick her into talking about it. But what if she would do something again soon? He ran to the closet, and pulled out his smallest, but sharpest sword. Only about one foot long, it easy to conceal. He put it in his saddlebag, along with a bottle of poison and a muffin. Then he took out the poison, and looked at it. He put it in the closets top shelf, and walked out of his room. He then walked outdoors, and galloped at a moderate pace. As he neared the place of suspicion, he slowed down. He didn't want to draw too much attention to himself. How would he handle a situation gone bad? hopefully it wouldn't end like Rainbow Factory. He nudged the front store doors open. As he walked in, he heard laughter.
She turned to her cart, and looked at each piece of equipment quickly, yet carefully, thinking of each tools advantages, and their disadvantages. Her eyes settled on a familiar cleaver. She grabbed it and blocked Sabre's first blow. She was surprisingly strong, and this was proved quickly when she grabbed Sabre by the throat. She shoved him headfirst to the floor, and raised her cleaver. As she sent her knife sailing down towards his chest, he punched her face. Catching her off guard, she takes this opportunity to roll out from under her, and slashing at her forehooves, making a gash across the left. She lunged at him.
Author's Note
I know, I have been procrastinating to the most likely less than ten people who read this. Sorry, only one more chapter to go after this!
