The One Reason: Her Number is Two.by KerakinChaptersWhat is Shavvy?Why She's HereThe Way You're Killing MeWhat is Shavvy?How do you begin to imagine a mare so far gone that you have nothing left to bargain with her for peace? Shavvy is this mare. Nopony knows exactly how she got here, but every guard pony in this terrible place knows her name, and her face. How could somepony forget it? Often, the new guards are shown the first evidence avaliable on her: A picture of her sitting in the dark, Her crimson eyes wide, and an unholy smile disgracing her features. Some might call her a not-unpleasant specimen of a mare. But that opinion lives for an incredibly short time. But, perhaps, not without reason. After all, though some stallions go for crazy, Shavvy is in an entirely separate category. But perhaps you should watch and judge for yourself. Perhaps... you should enter her own little world personally. After all, what's the worst she could do to someone like you? Just watch your language, do not, if you value your life, insult her or Prisoner 000001, and please, don't get stuck in her Wonderland. Not many survive it for long. And perhaps, if you survive, we can show you why she's Prisoner 000002. Good luck, and we hope you, if you have any sort of decency, entertain Shavvy. She likes the ones that entertain. And the ones she likes, she leaves alive. Or as close to death without actually killing as she can. Either way, this should be fun. One more thing: She's what we call a Deadpony. She can use her blood as a weapon againt any in her path, and will do so without remorse, mercy, or guilt. We doubt if she gives it a second thought, unless it's to gloat and revel in it's twisted beauty. Author's Note Bleh. For some reason, I started this at 11 P.M. on a Friday. Just about the time I finished Deadman Wonderland. So... author's notes... 1. It's pronounced Shah-Vee. Not Shave-y. F.Y.I. because I knew someone would think it. 2. If you're into gory anime, I highly suggest Deadman Wonderland. HIGHLY. Yes, people die, but... wowzer. Almost better than Corpse Party. 3. If YOU have any criticism, constructive preferred, please feel free to comment, and I'll be updating this story as irregularly as the school/life thing allows. Have a loverly day, hats off to you, sirs and madames, ~Kera. Why She's HereThe guards at the door were being changed out. It was like clockwork, every six hours I had to deal with six new fools outside my cell. It was so much worse when one or two were new to this place. They believe with religious fervor the stories about me. How I killed the ponies that called themselves my parents. Ha! As if I needed, or wanted such things. Besides that, it was quiet here, in the bowels of Prison One. One was also the closest to something I cared about more than killing. One understood me perfectly, and I never doubted myself around them. They made me feel... whole. I... don't know how to explain it besides that. It's such a wonderful feeling, and yet... When One leaves, the feeling leaves with them, trapped in the same steel container, surrounded by fools who don't understand One, or me, or the power I have. They know of it, obviously. But they don't understand it like One. And the best part is One is mine. "Mine, mine, mine," The only voice, the only breath, the only power. All mine. And the only one deemed worthy to share it with is One. Is One a he or she, you ask. Well, no use giving away a secret kept jealously by Celestia herself. Oh, yes. The pretty little sparkly mare with her damned sun knows of this place. Knows of One. Knew One intimately, in fact. Then I came along. Shall I give you the whole run-down? Excellent. Celestia, the powerful, sole ruler of Equestria after her disgraced sister's banishment, had it all. A kingdom, a throne. A partner who loved and cherished the sun. Then who should come, but me? Tiny, insignificant, foreign, and treacherous. It was glorious, the way she screamed at me, that day in the throne room. In her throne room, no less. You lying, traitorous, filthy, disgusting, loose, lustful whore! Damned be the day I let you in, granted you clemency, and trusted you!" "Ah, but trust me you did. A fool's folly always comes back to hurt him, Celestia." I could not hide my grin. " In this case, her." Prissy Miss Sunshine's mane was amazingly messy. Just like her rule. Just like her. One had stayed silent, standing beside the door. The servants had long since fled, and it was just the three of us. Celestia ranted and raved, magic flashing at me, but she did not yet fire upon her beloved. She did not yet lose her love for them. The throne room was torn apart by her fury, and a shard of glass, bearing Celestia's eye, sliced open her beloved's cheek. That was when the fight left her, but consumed me. She remained utterly still as I tore my flesh, the blood becoming solid blade as I raced to her. Within moments she bled from a dozen wounds, and I stood before her, blade to her throat. "You dare," no words could explain this rage, neither could words appease it. I wanted blood, and seeing Celestia's spilled on the floor only increased that demand. "You DARE to hurt--" Celestia's dull magenta eyes sought her beloved's. "Sh--" "You dare speak their name?! You, whose very tongue would defile it? No!" Out flashed my blade, her mouth was forced open as she gasped for air. I healed the throat wound, but held her mouth open. "Listen carefully, and listen well." I whispered in her ear. "You will not speak their name from now until Hell reclaims me." Then, I cut out her tongue. Scarlet blood pooled at her golden-shod hooves, and she gagged and whimpered weakly. "Really, Celestia, I expected better." There was no hiding the scorn I felt for this weak and thoroughly cowed mare. " You, who banished your sister with the Elements, cannot defeat a Deadpony such as me?" Oh, I can. Blinding... She's standing. Why is she not dying? A cell. Why am I here? I had what I wanted! That wretch of a mare at my hooves, unable to fight back, and now.... Now, I am here, in the deepest cell, in the Max-Security prison known as Prison One. I am here. And that is why. Author's Note Hmmm... I think this will be the only chapter within Shavvy's viewpoint. The rest will be in third-person because it'll be easier. Also, d'you want to chance a guess at who One is? Of course, the story might need s'more chapters before you can piece it together, but it'll be a pretty short story, but I might enlongate it after my birthday which is in... Six months. Roughly. The Way You're Killing Me"Prisoner 000002 has breached confinement. I repeat, Prisoner 000002 has escaped her cell." Pounding hoofbeats. Pounding hearts. It all sounded rich to her. Their blood was there, just beneath the surface of their skin. Flowing, rushing, freezing, perhaps. Kssh. It was so close, she could hear it thrumming, just like her own. Ohoho, Sun Ass isn't going to be happy once news of this gets out! How jubilant Shavvy seemed, how vibrant now that she freed from the restraints of her cell. She would never go back. Unless it was to punish those who had placed her in it in the first place. Yes... that sounded right. But, surely not all of them derserve to be harmed, Shavvy whipped her head back and forth, snarling mentally. There. Is. No. Place. In. Me. For. Mercy. Each word was punctuated with a severe mental blow to this, the smallest fragment of her mind. She paused afterward, her vision shifting and wobbling as her mind regathered itself carefully. There was no more opposition from the Fragment, so she found no reason to continue the blows. She was starting to wonder where everypony had gone when two guards walked underneath her hiding place -- a steel beam spanning the hallway eight feet above the floor. She grinned. I think I've earned a little "free time". As they entered the security center for cells 1--600, the lead guard said, "No sign of that insane little mare." The stallion at the desk pushed away in disgust, rising to his feet. "You're killing me," Actually, that's my job. Shavvy stood in the doorway, watching them with a smile. A seven foot blade solidified, emerging from a long gash in her cheek. She tossed her head, and gave a wicked grin. Three ponies, three parts of a whole. One guard drew his sword by magic, but an instant later, the sword lay broken and his horn had been sliced. Blood bubbled up and spilled over his forehead. Shavvy made a clicking sound. Magic's not allowed. You have to play fair. "Fair be damned, you she-witch!" The desk pony cried, looking frightened. "Fair means nothing to you." Oh, yes it does. That's why you'll die last, and you'll know exactly how I'm going to kill you. She brought her cheek about, and said, Observe. Shavvy whipped her head right then sharply left, slashing through the metal shelving, then embedding the blade in the first stallion's side. Flicking it out with the mere act of sifting her head a centimeter, she then sliced off a chunk of flesh from his chest. Ling chi, she said, slashing off more flesh. More commonly known as Death by a Thousand Cuts. Her face remained expressionless as she butchered the stallion, finally killing him by darting past him on his right side. His head thunked when it hit the floor. She merely sliced the next stallion open from throat to groin, watching him bleed out in utter silence. As his twitching stopped, she grinned psychotically. Kssh. She turned to the last, a doleful smile etching her lips. Pity your friends are dead. Now I'm the only one to hear your screams. She paused, taking a moment to examine the blood on a forehoof. Still, she grinned wickedly again. I'll make it better by doing THIS! The blade slipping back into her cheek, she darted forward, pinning him against the controls. I can taste your fear, the tendril of thought brushed over his mind, not unpleasantly. It brought memories of autumn wind and rain, and for a moment he felt as any stallion would with a mare pressing him into something. But the tendril also brought memories of watching the mare that held him down kill, in quick succession, twenty-nine of Celestia's guards, leaving the thirtieth a mute, deaf, blind cripple. She had called it a mercy. Others had called it monstrous. She was leaning lower now, white mane brusing his cheeks. Her glowing eyes held him spellbound. Yes, she crooned. You are spellbound, and I-- I am Hellbound. He giggled weakly, not knowing why. Sharp pain made him thrash his shoulder. Shavvy clicked her tongue in reproval again. No, no, no. Schk! His left foreleg dropped to the floor, blood spraying from the wound. Wasting no time, she gutted him, taking his heart, which was still quite hot from the panic it had felt mere seconds ago, she cradled it in her hooves, looking at it almost reverently. And then she took a bite. Mmh. Once she had eaten her fill, she curled up in the vent right next to the heater. Kssh. She sang softly. Sleep, Shavvy, lovely mare-mine. Let your sleep be well. And when your time here is up and done, We'll welcome you back to Hell! Author's Note Not too gory because I cannot --for the life of me-- get this stupid cat off my arm! Try typing one handed and all that. Takes a while to fix stuff with a fat white cat lying on your lower arm. "Sleep Shavvy" is to the tune of "My Lullaby" from TLK2:SP.
What is Shavvy?How do you begin to imagine a mare so far gone that you have nothing left to bargain with her for peace? Shavvy is this mare. Nopony knows exactly how she got here, but every guard pony in this terrible place knows her name, and her face. How could somepony forget it? Often, the new guards are shown the first evidence avaliable on her: A picture of her sitting in the dark, Her crimson eyes wide, and an unholy smile disgracing her features. Some might call her a not-unpleasant specimen of a mare. But that opinion lives for an incredibly short time. But, perhaps, not without reason. After all, though some stallions go for crazy, Shavvy is in an entirely separate category. But perhaps you should watch and judge for yourself. Perhaps... you should enter her own little world personally. After all, what's the worst she could do to someone like you? Just watch your language, do not, if you value your life, insult her or Prisoner 000001, and please, don't get stuck in her Wonderland. Not many survive it for long. And perhaps, if you survive, we can show you why she's Prisoner 000002. Good luck, and we hope you, if you have any sort of decency, entertain Shavvy. She likes the ones that entertain. And the ones she likes, she leaves alive. Or as close to death without actually killing as she can. Either way, this should be fun. One more thing: She's what we call a Deadpony. She can use her blood as a weapon againt any in her path, and will do so without remorse, mercy, or guilt. We doubt if she gives it a second thought, unless it's to gloat and revel in it's twisted beauty. Author's Note Bleh. For some reason, I started this at 11 P.M. on a Friday. Just about the time I finished Deadman Wonderland. So... author's notes... 1. It's pronounced Shah-Vee. Not Shave-y. F.Y.I. because I knew someone would think it. 2. If you're into gory anime, I highly suggest Deadman Wonderland. HIGHLY. Yes, people die, but... wowzer. Almost better than Corpse Party. 3. If YOU have any criticism, constructive preferred, please feel free to comment, and I'll be updating this story as irregularly as the school/life thing allows. Have a loverly day, hats off to you, sirs and madames, ~Kera.
Why She's HereThe guards at the door were being changed out. It was like clockwork, every six hours I had to deal with six new fools outside my cell. It was so much worse when one or two were new to this place. They believe with religious fervor the stories about me. How I killed the ponies that called themselves my parents. Ha! As if I needed, or wanted such things. Besides that, it was quiet here, in the bowels of Prison One. One was also the closest to something I cared about more than killing. One understood me perfectly, and I never doubted myself around them. They made me feel... whole. I... don't know how to explain it besides that. It's such a wonderful feeling, and yet... When One leaves, the feeling leaves with them, trapped in the same steel container, surrounded by fools who don't understand One, or me, or the power I have. They know of it, obviously. But they don't understand it like One. And the best part is One is mine. "Mine, mine, mine," The only voice, the only breath, the only power. All mine. And the only one deemed worthy to share it with is One. Is One a he or she, you ask. Well, no use giving away a secret kept jealously by Celestia herself. Oh, yes. The pretty little sparkly mare with her damned sun knows of this place. Knows of One. Knew One intimately, in fact. Then I came along. Shall I give you the whole run-down? Excellent. Celestia, the powerful, sole ruler of Equestria after her disgraced sister's banishment, had it all. A kingdom, a throne. A partner who loved and cherished the sun. Then who should come, but me? Tiny, insignificant, foreign, and treacherous. It was glorious, the way she screamed at me, that day in the throne room. In her throne room, no less. You lying, traitorous, filthy, disgusting, loose, lustful whore! Damned be the day I let you in, granted you clemency, and trusted you!" "Ah, but trust me you did. A fool's folly always comes back to hurt him, Celestia." I could not hide my grin. " In this case, her." Prissy Miss Sunshine's mane was amazingly messy. Just like her rule. Just like her. One had stayed silent, standing beside the door. The servants had long since fled, and it was just the three of us. Celestia ranted and raved, magic flashing at me, but she did not yet fire upon her beloved. She did not yet lose her love for them. The throne room was torn apart by her fury, and a shard of glass, bearing Celestia's eye, sliced open her beloved's cheek. That was when the fight left her, but consumed me. She remained utterly still as I tore my flesh, the blood becoming solid blade as I raced to her. Within moments she bled from a dozen wounds, and I stood before her, blade to her throat. "You dare," no words could explain this rage, neither could words appease it. I wanted blood, and seeing Celestia's spilled on the floor only increased that demand. "You DARE to hurt--" Celestia's dull magenta eyes sought her beloved's. "Sh--" "You dare speak their name?! You, whose very tongue would defile it? No!" Out flashed my blade, her mouth was forced open as she gasped for air. I healed the throat wound, but held her mouth open. "Listen carefully, and listen well." I whispered in her ear. "You will not speak their name from now until Hell reclaims me." Then, I cut out her tongue. Scarlet blood pooled at her golden-shod hooves, and she gagged and whimpered weakly. "Really, Celestia, I expected better." There was no hiding the scorn I felt for this weak and thoroughly cowed mare. " You, who banished your sister with the Elements, cannot defeat a Deadpony such as me?" Oh, I can. Blinding... She's standing. Why is she not dying? A cell. Why am I here? I had what I wanted! That wretch of a mare at my hooves, unable to fight back, and now.... Now, I am here, in the deepest cell, in the Max-Security prison known as Prison One. I am here. And that is why. Author's Note Hmmm... I think this will be the only chapter within Shavvy's viewpoint. The rest will be in third-person because it'll be easier. Also, d'you want to chance a guess at who One is? Of course, the story might need s'more chapters before you can piece it together, but it'll be a pretty short story, but I might enlongate it after my birthday which is in... Six months. Roughly.
The Way You're Killing Me"Prisoner 000002 has breached confinement. I repeat, Prisoner 000002 has escaped her cell." Pounding hoofbeats. Pounding hearts. It all sounded rich to her. Their blood was there, just beneath the surface of their skin. Flowing, rushing, freezing, perhaps. Kssh. It was so close, she could hear it thrumming, just like her own. Ohoho, Sun Ass isn't going to be happy once news of this gets out! How jubilant Shavvy seemed, how vibrant now that she freed from the restraints of her cell. She would never go back. Unless it was to punish those who had placed her in it in the first place. Yes... that sounded right. But, surely not all of them derserve to be harmed, Shavvy whipped her head back and forth, snarling mentally. There. Is. No. Place. In. Me. For. Mercy. Each word was punctuated with a severe mental blow to this, the smallest fragment of her mind. She paused afterward, her vision shifting and wobbling as her mind regathered itself carefully. There was no more opposition from the Fragment, so she found no reason to continue the blows. She was starting to wonder where everypony had gone when two guards walked underneath her hiding place -- a steel beam spanning the hallway eight feet above the floor. She grinned. I think I've earned a little "free time". As they entered the security center for cells 1--600, the lead guard said, "No sign of that insane little mare." The stallion at the desk pushed away in disgust, rising to his feet. "You're killing me," Actually, that's my job. Shavvy stood in the doorway, watching them with a smile. A seven foot blade solidified, emerging from a long gash in her cheek. She tossed her head, and gave a wicked grin. Three ponies, three parts of a whole. One guard drew his sword by magic, but an instant later, the sword lay broken and his horn had been sliced. Blood bubbled up and spilled over his forehead. Shavvy made a clicking sound. Magic's not allowed. You have to play fair. "Fair be damned, you she-witch!" The desk pony cried, looking frightened. "Fair means nothing to you." Oh, yes it does. That's why you'll die last, and you'll know exactly how I'm going to kill you. She brought her cheek about, and said, Observe. Shavvy whipped her head right then sharply left, slashing through the metal shelving, then embedding the blade in the first stallion's side. Flicking it out with the mere act of sifting her head a centimeter, she then sliced off a chunk of flesh from his chest. Ling chi, she said, slashing off more flesh. More commonly known as Death by a Thousand Cuts. Her face remained expressionless as she butchered the stallion, finally killing him by darting past him on his right side. His head thunked when it hit the floor. She merely sliced the next stallion open from throat to groin, watching him bleed out in utter silence. As his twitching stopped, she grinned psychotically. Kssh. She turned to the last, a doleful smile etching her lips. Pity your friends are dead. Now I'm the only one to hear your screams. She paused, taking a moment to examine the blood on a forehoof. Still, she grinned wickedly again. I'll make it better by doing THIS! The blade slipping back into her cheek, she darted forward, pinning him against the controls. I can taste your fear, the tendril of thought brushed over his mind, not unpleasantly. It brought memories of autumn wind and rain, and for a moment he felt as any stallion would with a mare pressing him into something. But the tendril also brought memories of watching the mare that held him down kill, in quick succession, twenty-nine of Celestia's guards, leaving the thirtieth a mute, deaf, blind cripple. She had called it a mercy. Others had called it monstrous. She was leaning lower now, white mane brusing his cheeks. Her glowing eyes held him spellbound. Yes, she crooned. You are spellbound, and I-- I am Hellbound. He giggled weakly, not knowing why. Sharp pain made him thrash his shoulder. Shavvy clicked her tongue in reproval again. No, no, no. Schk! His left foreleg dropped to the floor, blood spraying from the wound. Wasting no time, she gutted him, taking his heart, which was still quite hot from the panic it had felt mere seconds ago, she cradled it in her hooves, looking at it almost reverently. And then she took a bite. Mmh. Once she had eaten her fill, she curled up in the vent right next to the heater. Kssh. She sang softly. Sleep, Shavvy, lovely mare-mine. Let your sleep be well. And when your time here is up and done, We'll welcome you back to Hell! Author's Note Not too gory because I cannot --for the life of me-- get this stupid cat off my arm! Try typing one handed and all that. Takes a while to fix stuff with a fat white cat lying on your lower arm. "Sleep Shavvy" is to the tune of "My Lullaby" from TLK2:SP.
