The glass shattered loudly, unfortunately on the wall, next to the host’s head.

She immediately leaned back to her bag, looking for the clasp. However, this caused her to ignore the table being flipped on her. It wasn’t too heavy, but the element of surprise was enough for her to end up on the floor.

With a simple kick she removed the carpentry from her way, then hit the buckle of her bag with her hoof, opening the container. She reached in to search for her tool, but stopped instantly when she saw her opponent rising on his hind legs, strapping a pistol on his hoof.

She placed her hooves down, then stood up swiftly. She didn’t aim her attack, or plan where to strike. She just grabbed her saddlebag, and using it as a kind of makeshift mace swung at the earth pony.

As soon as she felt the collision, a loud bang followed, making her ears ring. However, no pain followed—he must have missed the shot. She opened her eyes and measured the results of her own rush.

The black maned pony’s mouth was agape, he was most likely screaming. She couldn’t see the gun on his hoof. He fell on the floor and was grasping his left pastern in pain, where her bag hit. His hoof was hanging, and seemed to get more and more purple and swollen.

This was her chance. She dug into the bag with her head this time, and throwing everything else away, set the burden free.

The machete wasn’t as noble and lean, as a sword, but it still had a stylish curve. Even though its original purpose was agricultural, it was suitable for taking lives too.

Now that she found her blade with her teeth, she took it within her magic. There really was no turning back now. She dashed towards her god, who was still agonising over his broken leg, and pressed him against the wall in full force with the flat side of her weapon.

He was pinned down, surrounded.

Completely vulnerable, left to her mercy...

He pinned her against the dark wall of the bedroom.

She wanted to blunt her impact with her hooves, but with the drug still working strong in her, she couldn’t even lift them. Her head knocked against the wall, her face turned limply to the side.

Completely vulnerable, left to his mercy…

So far he was only playing with her lower organ, but now she felt the lips part, as something intruded her. Her heartbeat became even more panicked.

She felt him licking her side, up to her neck. He took deep sniffs of the besmirched strawberry scent.

She stepped back, staring off into nothing. Her heart was beating wildly again. She sat down, and lowered her blade.

The stallion’s tired, hushed laughter rang in her now clear ears.

,,Well now, did you just realise?”

His voice was full with ridicule.

,,We aren’t as different as you would believe… I hurt you, and now you’re hurting me. I ruined your life, and now you are about to do the same with mine. Now that you’re aware, you think that if you’ll do it, you won’t be any different from me, don’t you?”

She looked into his eyes. The blue disks were devoid of hatred.

,,Forget it. We’re not on the same level at all… You are much, much more beautiful, stronger, and braver than me. I couldn’t kill you. I couldn’t just leave you there to bleed out… I didn’t even have a reason. I just… surrendered myself to my inner demons. But you… You’ve every right to do so. You have nothing to fear. Do it.”

This was unexpected.

She thought he would mock her for attacking him. Insult and belittle her. She was wrong.

However, this just made the whole thing harder.

Tears gathered in her eyes.

,,No… Don’t you dare to spare me! In case you forgot, I’m still your god. You won’t be free as long as I’m breathing. What are you waiting for?”

She lifted the blade, but the mist was blinking.

,,Don’t hesitate goddamn it! I went through you, I broke you! You still think you’ve got something to lose?! Do it! Do you need some more encouragement? You want me to stand up, tackle you and break you again?! Is that what you want, you fucking who-”

A short yell accompanied her swing. The machete was heavy, and she struck out of panic, so it hit him awry. A metallic bang rang out in the room, the force of the impact knocking him over. His temple began bruising, and his eyes stared forward blankly.

No, it couldn’t have been enough. This wouldn’t kill him, if he calls himself a god. She had suffered for too long to be satisfied with this. This had been coming for ages now.

She lifted the blade again with a furious shout and practically dropped it on him, this time hitting him with its edge.

A hollow bang sounded, as the steel crashed against the bone. It slightly sunk into his head, making a clean cut, yet most of the damage was crushing. A bit of blood flowed out next to it.

As she pulled her weapon out, small pieces parted from the flesh. The sight made her unsure… Yet with another disturbed roar, she stroke again.

The second hit made a much larger destruction, as the previous one had already cracked his skull. It went about four-five centimeters deep, and a silent, succulent noise joined the bang. As she removed the machete again, some kind of crimson substance started flowing out of the large, wedge shaped wound, mixing with some dark blood.

She went pale and sniffed loudly, then slowly started sobbing. Her own actions started to sink in, and horrified her. When she hammered down once again, her yell was more like a scared, desperate scream.

Whatever bone was left, she mashed it even more. The descending wide blade splattered the brain and blood on the floor, on the wall, on her legs, and on her chest. A single piece hit her face, and this was what caused her to stop.

She stared emptily at the corpse, then hesitatingly pulled out her weapon. With the latest strike, it sliced into the sizable veins in the middle of the brain, so it drew an ample amount of red substance after itself, and some tainted the metal too.

The machete was hanging beside her. She lifted it somewhat, maybe to smash again. Nevertheless, she couldn’t do it.

Enough.

Nay.

Too much.

It was all too much. She went too far. Up until now she didn’t commit anything, but now… Now?!

She took a life selfishly, out of revenge. He wasn’t even mad at her…

Did she solve anything? Did she have any good reason?

Too many pointless questions. Too much pressure.

Too much tension.

She dropped the machete with a loud clang. She turned away from it.

It was all too much. She had to let it out.

With distorted screams, on the floor. It was a sudden surge that lasted only a few seconds. After there was nothing left, she
stepped aside and collapsed.

Did she hope for salvation? Relief? She felt just like back then.

Weak, helpless, tainted and guilty. She was trembling again.

What if they found him? Then the police would turn her up without a problem.

Life is the greatest treasure in Equestria… She would spend the rest of her life in a small cell, never to see the sun again.

She became even more unsure than before. She cried from fear once again.

Home. She had to go home. Home was better… Home was safe.

At home she could weep as long as she wanted to.

She stood up, with her legs shaking under her, still hunched. She was weakened, dried out. She couldn’t stop for water.

She didn’t care about the blood on her legs and stomach. She just wanted to leave.

She leaned against the entrance exhausted, and gazed at the bolt. She tried focusing her magic on it to open it, but she was just too disturbed. Instead she hooked her horn into it, and pulled it open that way.

However, as she stepped back and opened the door, she met an obstacle.

It wasn’t much higher than her, and was also covered in white fur. A green scarf was wrapped around his neck, and his short, blue mane was covered by a dark bowler hat. His azure eyes were almost glued to the violet ones, looking down on them surprised from his confident posture.

Even the cold wind coming from the corridor froze in the air, none of them expected the other. It was a hollow stalemate. They didn’t know what to make of the other’s presence.

Until the one standing outside broke the staring contest, and was particularly interested in the tiny, red bit that stuck on the mare’s face.

The reward for the mere eye movement was the door shutting, and the bolt rattled loudly as it slid into place.

Her heart jumped into her throat, as she furiously backpedaled from the entrance. She was busted, much sooner than expected. Surely he saw the blood on her face. He would call the police!

He had to have already left, she just didn’t hear because of her stomp-

,,Uh… Excuse me?”

He was still there…

Author's Note

Stay tuned, second half coming in August