Madness of Anonymous

Chapter: 1

Your entire body is completely overwhelmed by the suffocating feeling of agony. The pain is like a thousand burning needles being hammered into your bones, your skin feels like someone is peeling it off with their bare hands. The worst pain emanates from your stomach area, like someone is tugging the flesh. Your mind is a mess of jumbled thoughts as the most recent memories fly past whilst you attempt to string them into a coherent thought. All you remember is a knife shooting towards your abdomen, guided by a light blue hoof, before you sprint out into the streets and collapse. Though your vision is restricted by your eyelids being clenched shut as a reaction to the pain, you can still feel your teeth clench together in anger. Suddenly, you push the pain from your crumbling mind and snap open your eyelids before shooting upwards.

Darkness surrounds you, a single beam of moonlight sifting through the dark to reach your face. The window beckons you over with it's ghost like charm. Sliding off the bed, you feel a slight sting in your stomach area, which you promptly ignore and slowly step towards the window. A coolness crawls up your thin legs, seemingly muffled by the pitch black socks worn on your feet. Your clothing seems to have changed last time you were conscious, with your upper-body completely void of garments. The single thing dominating your torso is the slightly bloody bandages tied around your stomach. Your legs remain clad in long trousers as black as a starless night sky. Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you approach the window and gaze out through it's panes. You recognise the streets outside as those belonging to the town Ponyville.

A few months ago, you had been misplaced from your own world into this one. Courtesy of the town's studious librarian. It took weeks for her to stop apologising in every conversation you had with her. Ever since that day you had been accidently teleported here, you've been living in this town and only now do you realize how foolish that decision was. Maybe it was the somewhat large group of friends you had made which compelled you to stay. Sighing, your eyes continue to wander across the buildings and dimly lit streets. You can even spot your own home from here, though it's still quite a distance away from your love of isolation. Wait, there is some activity near your abode, why is someone - or, rather, somepony - at your home?

Why don't you take a look?

Spinning around, expecting to see some form of Doctor or Nurse in your company, you find only darkness and shadows. A small droplet of panic-induced sweat falls from your brow and splashes onto the white floor of the room. Your erratic breathing is the only sound occupying the room, slowly soothing away your worries and the heavy breathing of your heart. You exhale deeply before turning around to face the window once more. Instead of staring outside, you look at the ghostly reflection of yourself. Your face is nearly white from paleness, the area around your eyes is dark and bags under your eyes don't help with making your face any more alive-looking. You look like a ghost, what's ironic is that it seems someone wanted to make you into one if your memories and bandaged wound is any evidence. You raise your hand into your vision and see that it's almost skeletal with it's paleness and how thin the fingers and hand are. The nails are still short, just like how they were last time I checked. Your eyes flick back and re-focus on your reflection. Your eyes are still the old deep blue colour they have been all your life, but they seem distant and dead now for some reason. Your hair, a deep black like soot, is messy and unkempt. You remember that you need to check out the activity around your home, so you step away from the window and check around the room for your jacket.

You crack a triumphant smile as you spot your jacket and shirt slung over a nearby chair. In a couple long strides, you reach the chair and grab your shirt first. Brushing your open palm to smooth out the creases, you unbutton the shirt and slip it on before buttoning-up your shirt and hiding the bandages across your stomach. Still smirking, you grab your jacket and slip it on whilst on your way towards the door. Zipping-up the jacket, you grab the door handle and quietly slip through the doorway into the corridor outside the room. Suddenly, you rush back into the room and slam the door shut. Moments later, the door handle begins to snap up and down as whoever is on the other side of the door attempts to gain entry. They fail, however, since you're pushing back against the door to hold it shut.

Your eyes frantically dart around the room before you spot your smart black shoes lying on the floor beside your most recent bed. Turning your gaze to the window, you spot a latch which must mean the window can be opened. Formulating a plan, you hastily spin around whilst still putting weight against the door via your forearm being pressed against the white-painted wooden door. Fumbling with your free arm, you lock the door before stepping back and slipping on your shoes and tying their laces tightly. Hearing a great commotion outside the door, your blood freezes before you swiftly grab a hold on the room's bed and shift it against the door. You then throw as much furniture against the door as possible, the sound of ponies slamming against the door resounds through the room.

You're wise not to trust them. Ponies hurt you, why would they be different?

You ignore the voice and advance towards the window, you grab the latch and open the window as much as possible. Leaping onto the window's panes, you slide outside until all you can see below you is a drop by a couple stories. Your hands grasp the window's frame shakily, before a loud rush of sound breaks you from your stupor. You glance behind you and see a group of pony nurses and a couple doctors enter the room and slowly advance towards you to guide you down from the window. A deep, molten anger flows through your veins and your teeth clench in aggression before you raise my fist and slam it into a glass pane. The window shatters, but you ignore the shocked ponies as you sift through the window's remains and grab a shard of glass.

"Back off!" You shout, your voice spewing forth like boiling bile. As you speak, you quickly press the shard's serrated edge against your pale throat.

The ponies do as instructed, reluctantly. One nurse advances slightly, with her pink mane shifting along her white coat. Enraged at her incompetence, you push the shard more strongly into the whitened flesh of your neck and slowly drag to the right. Slowly, drops start to drip from the small wound and she backs off hastily. Satisfied they are at a suitable enough distance, you launch the bloodied shard at the ground in front of them as a distraction before twisting around and leaping into the night air. Sailing through the cool air, the sound of screams and yells emanating from the room you left, you grin wickedly before rolling across the ground to dispel your momentum. Coming to a stop, you turn back and flash a smirk at the doctors and nurses in the window. You then stand up and sprint down the earthen path into town. Your stomps are like thunder in the night as dust and dry mud trail behind you as your body yearns for home. Late night ponies on the way turn and wave at your before lowering their hooves sadly as you continue on without a second glance, ignoring everypony who greets you. You notice the snobbish "Rarity" slowly trotting across the road, her much smaller sister trailing behind.

You never had a good relationship with this snob, though she always seems to want to change that. Always swaying her hips when she bends down to pick something up, despite the fact she has a damn horn (literally) for levitation. Whenever you would turn to her for clothing, she would always "lose" your measurements before proceeding to grope you "sneakily". Pervert. Due to this, your anger seems to return much stronger as you barrel towards her. She seems to notice you, as she turns and waves with a cheerful smile. A smile which is swiftly wiped off her face as you barge through and knock her to the ground as you continue to run. Behind you, she shouts and yells in that same annoying tone and voice which makes you want to turn back and kick her like a football in the head. But, you have more important issues at hand, so you ignore her shrill voice and continue on towards your isolated abode.

You eventually reach the fields around your house, ironically, this is the home stretch. Still sprinting, you reach your porch and your hand slams into the wooden door which swiftly opens the door. My eyes scan the room until they lock onto another pair of eyes. There, in the centre of your living room, is a pegasus with a light blue coat and rainbow main. The memory of a light blue hoof driving a knife in your stomach comes mind, as your blood boils in your veins. In a fit of pure rage, your hand flies forwards and clenches around the thin neck of the small pony. She releases a squeak as your fingers tighten around the fur-covered flesh. Lifting her from the floor, you turn around and exit the house with her still held tightly in your hand.

"I'm sorry, Anon! I'm sorry!" She screams, no, pleads!

Your dead-looking eyes slowly turn downwards to look at hers. You begin to giggle quietly which soon turns to a full maniacal laughter which echoes through the night and fills the cool air of the town. All ears twitch and turn towards your location with pupils turned to pinpricks. Your own eyes seem even more distant and like that of a soulless husk, as you stare into the magenta eyes of your hand's captive.

"You're sorry, hmmm? I'm not sorry about this!" You roar in her face before slamming her in the stomach with a kick that sends her off the porch.

She turns back to you, whilst holding her stomach in pain, and tears of sadness begin to form in her eyes. But you ignore them and laugh joyfully before slamming your front door closed with the loud bang echoing through the night. You then lock the door and head into your living room. Once you're there you open up the mini-freezer and grab a bottle of Sweet Apple Acres cider, and sipping on the sweet nectar as you chuckle with glee.