Chapter 1 to the story that will give you NIGHTMARES!!! *Laughs crazily.*

It's that time of the month again! the time for Pinkie Pie (or Pinkamena) to pick out the number at random. There's a new pony in town, so she added it just the day before. She gets to Sugar-cube Corner, where Apple Bloom is smiling at the Silver Spoon that's been taxidermied. She then looks over at Pinkie and squees as Pinkie goes to the spot where she picks the number out. She draws the number at random, and would you look at that? It's the number she recently added. She perks up and starts bouncing up and down as she squeals. Time to get baking!

There, in the rotting old warehouse, was a silent mare holding a chainsaw in her hooves. Her name was Silent Death. She had a smoky gray coat of fur, silver eyes, and a dark blue mane and tail. She also never found her talent, therefore, she has no cutie mark. She had enough of her husband's abusive lifestyle, and decided it was time to end his life. So, as he pleaded that she not kill him, she revved up the chainsaw, and slowly inched closer. He started to cry, but she felt no remorse as she got so close, he could feel her breath brush along his soft chest fur. She raised the chainsaw, and jerked it down a bit to cause a flinch to erupt from the stallion tied down to a table. She laughed and stopped the chainsaw, putting it down. She cackled with delight, her eyes (irises and all) shrunken down to the size of a pebble as she said, "Oh, please!"

She had a richly seductive voice when she spoke, so it was hard to not see her as sexy for some stallions. She then continued to speak, asking "After all the shit you've put me through, you think I'm going to kill you off quickly?" She shook her head and said, "Oh, no no no...I want to make your death the same as the abuse you've done to me; long, slow, and PAINFUL!!!" And with that, she hit him hard in the muzzle, blood spurting onto her left hoof. She then hit him in the gut, blood shooting onto her face. She hit him there a few times, and blood went all over. Finally, she took a scalpel, and put it next to his leg. She started to rub his crotch, and his member started popping out of his sheath. He immediately knew what she was going to do, and tried to hold back his cock from reaching full length, but it had a mind of its own. When it reached full length, she took the scalpel and got to work, cutting small incisions here and there.

She then stabbed the hole at the top. He shrieked from pain, but she continued to use the scalpel. She took it out of the hole and cut the medial ring, earning a loud cry of pain from the stallion. She sliced away at his tip, and the pain was so much he started to cry tears of blood. She saw this, and put the scalpel away. She took out a hacksaw, and carefully placed it at the base. She then started moving the blade back and forth, blood shooting out from the new cut. The stallion bit his lip so hard, blood came out. His blood tears continued. She didn't care.

She finally cut the stallion's member off, and seeing it hang by a sliver of skin, she wrapped her hooves around it. She looked at the stallion, her eyes showing how over the edge she now is. She looked back at the bloody shaft, and ripped it off. Blood and other bodily fluids splattered onto her face, and she licked it off her lips. She smiled, licking the fangs that were showing. She then tossed the limp, bleeding cock aside and picked up her chainsaw, revving it up more. She then said "I think I hear the church bells. Just because you had a dick, doesn't mean you are a stallion, 'deary.' I think I've gotten my taste of revenge. Now, you die." And with that, she put the buzzing chainsaw down the middle, and pressed down. Blood spattered everywhere. Finally, the chainsaw stopped, and she took it off the table, putting it to the side.

She was getting ready to skin him when she heard a knock on the door. She cursed under her breath and got a wet rag to wipe the blood off. However, she forgot to wipe it off her muzzle. But she didn't notice. She trotted to the door and opened it. There was Pinkie Pie, her closest friend, just bouncing up and down as she giggled like a school-filly. She suddenly stopped and looked at me with those bright blue eyes. She opened her mouth and said, "I've got GREAT NEWS!!!"

"What is it, Pinkie?" I asked.

She grinned unbelievably wide and said, "This weekend, the Cakes are putting me in charge of running the bakery! I might need some help running the place. I asked some of my friends to help, but they all said they were busy, so I--" she stopped, and made a confused face. She then asked in confusion, "What's that red stuff on your muzzle?" I wiped my hoof on my muzzle and felt the almost dried and flaky blood come off onto my hoof. I gasped and came up with a lie. I feigned surprise and said, "Oh, I was eating my breakfast which was toast with strawberry jam. I guess I didn't remember it was there. Don't worry about it..." At first, Pinkie grew skeptical, but then giggled and said, "That is such a coincidence, because this morning, I had the same thing! Except, I added some extra sugar to it..." She trailed off into her train of thought, until I clapped my hooves and said, "Yes well, I'd be happy to lend a hoof! When do you want me to come by?"

She grinned again and said, "They're leaving tomorrow, so if you could come by around 12:00, I'd really appreciate it!" I told her I'd come, and with that, she left. I locked the door and immediately thought as I galloped up the stairs, "Gotta clean this stuff off my muzzle to lower any suspicion...oh, and dispose of the body..."