Psycho Pony Killer

Mr. Cake raced down the narrow alleyway trying desperately to get away from the hooded blade wielding maniac pursuing him. He didn't have the faintest clue who was attacking him and he didn't have the foggiest idea as to where in Equestria he was heading. All he knew was he had to get away from the masked assailant and make sure his family was safe. His family is his top priority as he pours on the speed, moving as fast as his long legs allow. He covers considerable distance. Taking a chance and casting a look over his shoulder he no longer sees the robed pony who had been stalking him. He must be in the cle-

Fwomp! Mr. Cake goes crashing to the ground in a heap as something comes out of the sky making contact with his side. He manages to get back on his feet but is dizzy from smacking his head off the alley wall. He shakes his head fiercely in an attempt to clear it, and before he can see straight he is off again. His vision slowly returning as he nears the end of the alleyway, he grits his teeth hard as he feels all the energy draining from his body. Is he going to make it? He's so close, but is it close enough? And more importantly: where is his family and are they safe?

His head protrudes from the alleyway as he runs through the exit point...only the rest of him isn't coming. No, it can't be! He looks back fast, and holding onto his tail with a death grip is... The hood falls back but before he can get a good look the blade is brought up, clawing its way through his face. He screams out as it cuts deep into one of his corneas. By some miracle he falls just right so that he is just out of the killer's reach and he takes off again, the blood streaming down his face.

A blazing fire at the end of one street, he takes off down another. Wait, a fire?! His hopes go out to his family as they live not far from where the flames burned brightly. Then he stops. Killer right behind him and no way to go but forward, but he can't help it. He looks down heartbroken. His wife lays there in a puddle of her own blood, the babies beside the cold body crying. He bends over his wife, "I'm sorry," he says with much trouble, picking up the twins and taking off yet again. "I'm sorry."

This time he doesn't get as far. This time he runs into somepony. The killer turns around and smiles, "Are you ready?"

He freezes momentarily, not believing he'd just run into somepony he'd been fleeing away from. "No!" He yells, moving his arms as far away from the monster as he could. He could not let his children get injured. In the end, however, his move mattered very little. A knife is buried into the side of his neck, stuck right in there up to the handle. The blood gushed forth like a crimson fountain. The babies scream as they are dropped from the dying colt's hooves. His last sight is that of the killer picking up his children. His last moments in this world are his ultimate nightmare. Mrs. Cake found dead and his two babies now in the hooves of the one who's been dousing everypony's lives.

A hoof grips the handle of the knife and pulls it out of the dead colt. More blood pumping from the fatal wound. The killer looks at their other arm in which they cradle two small foals. A wicked grin splits their face.

The killer dumps the two kids on the floor of their den. They leave the room in search of something they feel will fit this situation quite nicely. Rummaging through random, odd items in a back room the pony at last finds it. A chest, sitting next to an empty canister of gasoline are in the farthest left corner of the room. The smile never leaving their face, they hoist the chest up and bring it into the room with the foals. After placing the children inside the killer puts on a heavy padlock.

Just two more steps now. The killer, with some difficulty, manages to get the chest up once more and heads back into the dangerous streets of Ponyville. They stop at Sugarcube Corner where Mr. and Mrs. Cake owned their bakery and lived. With ease they get inside with the stolen key they had helped themselves to off of Mr. Cake's corpse. They go straight to the back where the baking is done, and then take a right to the door nopony hardly ever uses. How do they know? Because of the layer of dust and cobwebs they saw when they were here just the other day. Really, you would think Mrs. Cake would at least clean the outside of the door.

The killer reaches out and opens the door, then heads down into the darkness of the basement. Leaving a parting gift, they arrive back at the top of the stairs in mere minutes. They move a lot faster with that heavy chest gone. Shutting the door behind them they head back out of the house the way they had come in. It was all too easy. The only questions the killer had was why hadn't they done it sooner and why were the other ponies so cruel and deserving of the justice she dished out?

Trotting at a comfortable pace the killer makes her way towards a special mare's home. Dear old, Twilight Sparkle. The killer didn't believe she deserved to be a princess any more than Celestia does. It is all a bunch of horseapples. Celestia sends her sister away to be the only ruler and everypony should know it! Cadance was just related to the first brat, there is nothing special about her, and Twilight Sparkle was no better. She was only chosen to be Celestia's student due to some freak accident and she didn't even want any friends till Celestia made her. Who wants to be ruled by somepony who sends their own family away just because they're power hungry? Or somepony who never does anything but worry about how she looks and rule over a place full of ponies who always act like they're in a daze? Then that Twilight, selected just because she can do a magic trick or two; just because she's good at something! How does that make you a great ruler, how does that seem like a good lesson for the foals who aren't so good? Who might be a bit different?

She reaches her destination and tears the chain away from her neck. Attached to it is a key. She tosses it at the wooden door and leaves. Satisfied with her work she can now go home and rest. A night well done.