Something Wicked This Way Comes
I had never known a more glorious feeling then that of the hunt. I slowly walked through the dark hall holding my blood stained knife, in my magical aura walking past the body of the stallion who tried to keep me out of the house,foolish bastard.I thought to myself. I smiled as I heard the cries of my prey,"I smell fear." I said in a sing-song voice and silently chuckling to myself.
I reached the end of the hall and walked up the stairs,"I'm coming for you." I said in the same sing-song voice as I slowly dragged the knife across the wall, and the crying intensified. The lighting cracked and lit up the sky, the thunder boomed and echoed as the rain poured down on the house where the dead would cease to be and where the shadows would lie no more. The mare who owned the house threw a glass vase at me and ran into the room I was handing towards. I quickly blocked the glass object and headed for the room,"Miss, let me in." I begged the mare. I heard her crying on the other side and I violently knocked down the door. I began to laugh insanely and I slowly walked toward the mare,"I'm gonna kill you." I said to her with a smile creeping across my face, as I thought of the perverse pleasures I was gonna take in killing this mare.
The mare tried to crawl away from me, but it was all in vain I ran my blade across her neck from ear to ear, the warm blood flowed from her open cut and I continued walking towards the crib where my prey lie.
I looked into the crib and I saw the babies sleeping there. I looked at them both and I felt something different. I felt confection, I picked one of the babies up and left the other one in its crib. I quickly ran down the stairs past the stallion I had slain earlier and out the open door.
Bringing the baby to my old home was the strangest thing I had ever done, it felt bizarre. I wanted to kill this child, but how could I? I sat Still watching the baby move around playing. I had to admit it felt good. I was terrified by what this little foal was making me feel. Soon I got bored and I wanted to have some fun with her. So I cut her little neck and watched her die.
I quickly picked up the body and brought it out into the Woods,"No pony will know it was me, who killed them or you." I whispered to the corpse that lay on the ground covered in leaves.
A week later....... The body of the little filly was discovered, no evidence of my involvement was found. Thus the blame fell onto another. This other pony who took the fall would go on to hang himself, leavening behind his wife and child. I couldn't help, but smile when I found that out. I ruined the lives of many when I wanted to kill one child, and that was a better, more sweeter tasting victory, then any other.
No pony would ever know, about what I did or why, and that was just....fine.
Little did I know though, that twenty years later would be my down fall. I lived my life a free pony, with ambitions to make sure my secret stayed hidden, for you see no pony alive would know my secret. Knowledge can be a very dangerous thing. All those with a little knowledge will be slowly removed, one by one.
You must help me old friend, please. I need your help,and their help. I can't kill them all on my own. Let their lives be short, for shall no of our secret.