Author's Note

Whew...so now we've met Daren.
What are your thoughts so far? It's definitely a clopfic...it'll be like that soon, I promise c;
dragonofaqua

Chapter Six

I walk down the alleyway of the houses listening to music. I notice other ponies glancing at me, horrified, perhaps wondering if they could be the next victims. I'd take them all up, one by one. If I still worked there.
I begin singing the tune I'm listening to.

"What cause have I to feel glad?
I've built my life on judgement and causing pain
I don't know those eyes I see in the bloodstained chrome
Now everything that I've had
And everything I've known have been thrown away;
And with time, I've come to find this isn't my home..."

I manage to get to the second verse, when suddenly Daren lands in front of me, making dust scatter over the floor. I exaggerate a cough, and he chuckles.
What's so funny about me?
I lift off my headphones and shake out my blue and red mane, partly stained by the blood of past victims.
"Hey Bloodwing"
The other ponies stare at Daren in disbelief...one mutters, "He's talking to the psycho!"
They back away after I take out my dagger.
I look at Daren with my eyes half closed under my goggles.
"Hello, Daren." After the ponies scatter, I place the dagger into my lab coat pocket.
"Apologies for my awkwardness, but would you come with me?"
I had nothing else to do...he hates love anyway. I begin to get thoughts, but I banish them from my head before I think of anything more explicit.
"Alright"

We both soar over the rooftops, until he lands on one. I overshoot, but then I do the same.
"Nice singing, by the way"
I go red with embarrassment. He's probably been following me around...or just watching over me while I sang.
"Er...thanks...I guess"
"Mhm. No problem."
Of course it wasn't a fucking problem, this stallion is insane. Nothing is a problem to him.
"So, what's it like?"
He came up to ask me what it was like? Surely he must know.
"The factory?"
He nods, his black mane swaying in the wind.
"Well, it's dark, dingy and has the aroma of ponies."
"Nice. What exactly do you do?"
I smirk.
"We make rainbows"
He laughs. Obviously we don't just make rainbows.
"No, really, what do you do?" He was eager...I had sworn not to pass on any information. But I'm just a castaway now.
"Well, we strap ponies into these holders and thrust a dagger towards them. We insert a tube into where the dagger stabbed, and we drain out their colour and essence to create a rainbow from the blood. The dead pony fades to grey, and we dispose of the corpses as soon as possible"

He thinks for a minute, and then looks at my lab coat, my grey neck, my bladed wings.

"Must be fun"
"Oh" I chuckle in delight. "It's amazing"
"So, now that we're kind of friends..."
Friend. I hate the word.
"I prefer 'acquaintance'"
He looked a bit distraught. I begin to think of the friendzone. "Alright, 'acquaintances'. Can you tell me what's under your goggles?"
I sigh, and nod. "You are a demanding pony"
He chuckles again.
I remove my goggles and look at my hooves, and then I look at Daren when I gather enough confidence.
I hide scars and my red eyes under the goggles, and I point them out for him.
"Ouch...looks painful..." he looks worried for me. Surely it mustn't faze him?
"Yeah...they're just accidents"
"Okay. What about the accidents?"
Oh shit. He doesn't need to know. I shake my head to dismiss him and put my goggles on. He places a hoof on my shoulder to stop me.
"Tell me"

I sigh. "The claw came down on me instead another victim, and I was planted on the platform where the ponies are drained...I lost my cutie mark and my colour. I wasn't that colourful anyway."
He speaks in a low, quiet voice. "You're colourful to me, Bloodwing. And I'm sorry that happened to you"
I start to blink back tears. I didn't want to be reminded of yesterday, and I feel like I've been down here for so long, I can't think of what colour I was.
"I can't even remember what colour I was...or my talent, I ju-"
"It's alright. You're colourful to me, and I see you as a psychopath in a different manner"

He called me colourful...twice. Hes breaking his 'anti-love' rule.

I feel a little soft...I know I can be kind sometimes, but it seems like I should scolding him. For what, though?
"Bloodwing, why are you covered in blood?" he grins. "Did you murder someone?"
"Oh yes. Many 'someones'!" I say with a small chuckle.
"Listen, what I'm about to do right now is probably against my no-love thing...bu-"
"I'm sure it's not against the law, if Ponyville had law...-"
He silenced me with a soft kiss. I sincerely thought that he hated affection...romance...anything in particular.
He backs away slowly. "Er...I have to...go somewhere...but I'll see you in the playground tonight, maybe?"
I feel my cheeks go warm. I can't be with him, I'm a twisted mare...
He winks at me and flies off.
I smile for the first time in what seems forever.