fLuTtEr

Author: Annonymouse
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WARNING: GRIMDARK. Contains graphic writing. Please do not read if you do not like gory violent stories concerning MLP. Contains murder, slaughter, vore and swearing (like this last one really matters, lol).
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fLuTtEr
tHiRtEeN
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After the brutal deaths and displaying of the Royal Guard's hides, half of Ponyville's population left that very same day. In the following days, even more and more would leave as well.

Or perhaps they were not really leaving, but going missing?
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Evening, the sky dark and overcast. With all the Weather Ponies having left, weather over Ponyville was much the same as over the Everfree, running wild as nature's whims dictated.

Pokey Pierce was running a very important errand, his last one in Ponyville before he left for Manehattan first thing in the morning. To many Ponies were leaving, or just vanishing.

Every little shadow made him jump. Every little sound made him want to cry in fright. He took a wide path around any ally ways, believing he would see movement every time he passed one. All he had to do was cross half way across town and he would be safely at home.

His saddlebags jingled with his life savings, which he had taken out of the bank just an hour ago. He did not want to leave this town poor after all.

“Ah, home.” He quickened his pace, almost galloping for home. He figured, only a single narrow ally before I reach my door. Nothing's happened so far.

As he passed the dark opening, pink claws and fangs reached out. A squelch of blood and a crunch of his throat cut short his scream. Razor sharp claws ripped into his chest, latching onto his rib cage and dragging him into the ally.

The sickening crunching sounds, snapping of bones, rending of flesh. It was unheard by any pony.
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Fluttershy watched as Rarity packed her belongings.

“Fluttershy, we should go to your place so you can pack up as well. Her can leave by noon if we're lucky.”

“Oh I don't know Rarity. Twilight should be back by tomorrow at the latest. Together I'm certain we can do something. Right?” Fluttershy shivered a little. (Why am I feeling so nervous? Twilight is the Princess's little pet. She can't be stronger than me and Blackthorn. Even Pinkie Pie, I bet she'd be more than a match for her now.)

Fluttershy's thoughts turned to the pink pony. She was loving her new found strength and speed. Her lust for blood was quite impressive. Now if only she was a little more careful. Five ponies had mysteriously vanished this past week alone.

Sure, Fluttershy and Blackthorn were to blame for two of them, but Pinky was almost insatiable. And picky.

Pinkie Pie didn't eat everything, which was why she hunted more often, but Fluttershy didn't mind. Pinkie would learn eventually.

And the fear she was causing this small community. The air smelled thick of it.

Fluttershy kept her smile to herself, not wanting to make the worried Rarity suspicious.

“Well, Twilight has been gone for three whole terrifying months.” Rarity chided Fluttershy. “Whatever we're dealing with, it's very dangerous. There's rumors that not everypony who's left town has actually 'left town', if you know what I mean.”

“Oh dear... You mean, they're hiding in town?”

Rarity shook her head. “No, I've heard rumors that there have been some bloody messes in the alleyways. I haven't seen them, but you know how fear can cause rumors.”

“Oh yes, I know.” Fluttershy grinned a little before hiding it. “I still think Twilight is our best chance at solving this whole situation.” (She might just be fun to hunt, with all her magic. I wonder what she's learned from Celestia these past months. It must be something quite impressive.)

“Oh dear, something completely slipped my mind.” Rarity fretted as she glanced out the window, into the inky darkness. “I really need to talk to Pinkie Pie. I haven't seen her at all much this week. We need to tell her we're planning on leaving.”

“What about Applejack?”

“I had Spike send her a letter earlier.” Rarity replied. “She should be packing up her family right now.”

Fluttershy nodded. “I see. That's good.” (Hmm, this is going to be a problem if we all move out of Ponyville... I think it's nearly time I left.)

“You stay here, I'll be back shortly.”

Fluttershy whimpered a little. “Be careful.”

“I will Darling.” With that, the white Unicorn headed off toward Sugar Cube Corner.
...

“I spy with my bloodshot eye... A pretty white Unicorn what comes my way.” Pinkie Pie giggled. “I wonder how red would look, splashed across her pristine white coat? Oh, but I just fed. Maybe we'll just... play. Oh yes, a fun little game, just her and you and you and I.”

Pinkie turned and smiled at the two severed heads that had been jammed down onto her bedposts.

Mr. and Mrs. Cake. They had actually left the town, but Pinkie had followed them, and brought them back. Well, just their heads.

Pinkie made sure she looked 'presentable' her cannons covered in bandages, thin lines of blood seeping through.

The cutting and the pain was always pleasurable.

Pinkie Pie opened the door to a slightly startled Rarity, her own hoof raised to knock.

“Oh, Pinkie.” She chuckled nervously. “Um, can I come in?”

“Oh sure. Come right in.” Pinkie smiled 'cutely'. The only thing that made her smile seem wrong was her strait mane and tail.

Rarity entered the darkened bakery. A single light could be seen coming from the stairway up to Pinkie Pie's apartment. “Pinkie Dear, I'm just here to let you know that I intend to leave Ponyville tomorrow with Applejack and Fluttershy.”

The door clicked shut. “Flutter? She can't leave.”

“What?” Rarity turned around. “Pinkie, what do you mean by that?”

“Flutter is my only friend left.” Her smile went crooked and her eyes went off, making this pony look like some deranged homicidal maniac. “She's always nice to me.” She stepped forward.

“Pinkie, please stop this. You're creeping me out.”

“Oh? I'm sorry if you think I'm cReEpY.” Her voice cracked as her grin became filled with sharp teeth. Her hooves crack and creaked painfully as they became claws. He shoulders stretched, the sounds of bones and muscle snapping and tearing as partially grown wings erupted, dripping with blood. A bloody horn ripped from her forehead. “Maybe I'll show you just how creepy I can be.” Her blue eyes were blood red now, bloody tears running down her face.

Rarity opened her mouth to scream, but Pinkie was on her, a claw covering her mouth. “No screaming now.” Pinkie bit down onto Rarity's horn.

The sickening crunch was accompanied by an explosion of pain. The claws digging into her face around her mouth, keeping her screams muffled.

Pinkie cackled as she dragged the kicking and struggling Rarity into the dark basement.
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Fluttershy stood in Rarity's bedroom, smiling as she looked out the window toward the confectionery. . “Oh Rarity. You silly pony. Walk into the Lion's Den will you?” She could feel Pinkie's joy as she tortured Rarity in the darkness of the basement. No sounds of any screams escaped outside.

Then she felt something else. A dark, terrifying shiver run down her spine. A dark, wave of magic washed over the town.

“Twilight Sparkle.” Fluttershy grinned. “Welcome home.”
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The lavender mare who had emerged from the Halls of the Forsaken was not the lavender mare who had entered three months ago.

Her mane was black, with a streak of pink and purple running through it. Her take was the same. Her amethyst eyes were a darker purple now, and rather than looking friendly, they looked cold. Her front right hoof was covered by black fur, all the way to her knee.

The mare wore black and solver silk clothing, black leather leggings with straps, buckles and even some spikes. Her hooded cloak covered her, hiding her in the black and silver spider web pattern.

Walking silently behind her, another cloaked and leather bound pony, tall as Princess Luna, but as broad as Big Macintosh. His diamond eyes glowed with a pale, haunting violet light.

“Dark Mistress Twilight Deathspark.” Princess Celestia bowed her head, showing she now viewed this smaller mare as an equal.

“Princess Celestia.” Deathspark bowed as well. “I thank you for this opportunity to have become more than what I cold ever have dreamed.”

“Within the century, you will stand by my side, as a Goddess.” Celestia smiled, then stepped aside as Princess Luna stepped forward, bowing.

“So, you have gone through the trial and lived.” Luna glanced at Silence Brave. “Most impressive I must say. My first creation was not so... stable.”

Deathspark let a smile play across her lips. “I learned from your past mistakes, and I hope to not make the same ones.” She glanced at her servant. “This is Silence Grave. He's quite a valuable assistant.”

Celestia smiled. “He is quite wonderful. Now, I should tell you about the reports I have been receiving from Ponyville. Spike is nearly at his whits end. Only his loyalty to you has kept him in Ponyville.”

“Tell me all you know.”
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Midnight, Friday the thirteenth, and a full moon.

Dark purple flames emerged from the ground, taking on two solid forms.

“Silence Grave, I want you to stay out of sight. I have to go find my friends.”

Silence Grave nodded and stepped into the shadows. Only the pale violet of his eyes could be seen, like a pair of haunting candle flames.

Deathspark walked into the town, feeling the fear like it was almost a solid force. She grinned as she approached the library.
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Spike hated it. For months he cared for this library, and would send letter after letter from Rarity off to the Princess.

He missed Twilight, and was hoping that she would be back tomorrow.

The knock at the front door made Spike jump, nearly out of his skin. He turned toward the front door and shuddered. He was getting a very bad feeling from the other side of it.

“Spike?” A voice. A most wonderful voice.

“Twilight?” Spike jumped up and rushed to the door. He peeked out through a little hole he had drilled. “Is that really you?” All he could see was a familiar patch of Lavender coat.

“Spike, I have no time for games. Open the door before I open it myself.” Her voice was odd, almost cold and stern.

“Of course...” Spike stiffened and undid the lock, as well as the four other locks he had installed just a few weeks ago.

He threw open the door and nearly shit himself. The dark cloaked pony glared down at him, eyes glowing with a dark violet light. A moment later, she walked past.

“Spike, prepare some tea. I have to get ready for what is to come.”

“Of course Twi...”

“Twilight Sparkle is no more. Call me Mistress Deathspark.” She flashed a dark grin at the baby dragon. “Well?”

“Yes Mistress Deathspark... I'll get your tea right away.” Spike scrambled away, into the kitchen.

“Silence Grave.”

The taller cloaked and leather bound pony rose from her shadow. “Yes Mistress?”

Deathspark nuzzled him under his chin affectionately. “Try not to frighten Spike, too much. He's just a baby after all.”

“Yes Mistress.” He walked over to the side and looked over the bookshelves. Picking a book at random, he pulled it down and started reading.

Deathspark didn't activate the magic in her small round glasses. She was not concerned with what her undead minion read. Rather, she trotted into the kitchen.

Spike was finishing up brewing some tea. He turned around and nearly dropped the tea pot. “Who.. Twi... I mean Mistress Deathspark... I didn't even hear you come in... Um, what's with the freaky change of name anyway?”

“Mind you tongue Spike.” The pony Necromancer glared down at him. “I love you, but my temperament is not so warm and loving as you may remember.” She sat at the table and pulled out one of her many books from within her cloak. It didn't even look like she was carrying anything at all.

“Cool trick.”

“That was no trick.” Deathspark replied, opening her book. “Now, just so you know, the only you are of no real use to me as you are now.”

“What?” Spike stepped back. “What are you saying?”

“You will have to be improved if you wish to continue serving me. I don't want a clumsy baby dragon as my servant any longer.”

Spike wanted to cry.

“Aww, don't cry Spike.” She smiled a motherly smile and lifted his chin with her black hoof. “I'll just make a few alterations to you over he next few weeks.”

“Wh... what? Alterations?”

“Yes, and you're going to have to change your diet. Meat will be needed.”

“Meat? Like bugs and stuff? I really like earthworms.”

“I mean meat, flesh of animals. You will need to grow stronger, and faster. I'm sure Fluttershy won't mind if a few of her little animals... go missing? She has plenty after all.”

“I can't do that.” Spike pushed Twilight's hoof away. “Those are Fluttershy's friends.”

“Angel was her friend, the others are just animals she's taking care of.” She leaned down, her nose almost touching Spike's nose. “Or would you rather I do things the hard way? I can assure you, you would not enjoy it at all.”

“I don't want to eat animals.”

“What? Do you think you can keep eating gems? They don't help your body grow. Plants are insufficient to help you grow. As a dragon, you need meat.” From within her cloak, she pulled out a paper wrapped package and dropped it onto the counter. “You will eat, and you will like it.”

Her magic unwrapped the slab of red meat, still dripping with blood.

“Wh... what was that?”

“A cow. She wasn't very agreeable mind you, but dragons do love their cattle.” She pushed it forward, levitating it before his nose. “Now, eat... or Die.”
...

Rarity hung from the ceiling of the basement, a crude metal hook and chain pierced though her thigh. Another chain and hook pierced her forearm, making her dangle painfully and uncomfortably.

It was dark in here, but the light from upstairs allowed her to make out several sundered and rent forms laying about the room.

It stunk down here, a smell that Rarity had never smelled before. (We humans would know it as meat that was beginning to spoil and rot.) Whatever that smell was, it made Rarity want to vomit.

The best she could hope for at this moment was the occasional dry heave.

“Oh Rarity...” Pinkie giggled from the back of the room, where Rarity couldn't see at all. “Blood red is certainly a lovely colour on you. Is your head still hurting? That medicine should be numbing your pain. Nurse Redheart was more than happy to give me all she had.”

“Pinkie... What happened to you?” Rarity felt tears run down her face.

“What happened to me? I died. Killed by Captain Crystal Dash. He cheated you know. I won. I cut him first, but he went and stabbed me.” She stormed forward, her red eyes like fire. “My dear, beloved Flutter and her son saved me.” Her angry expression suddenly changed to a rather disturbingly cute one. “Did you know Flutter is a mommy?”

Rarity struggled a little. She did not like being this close to this monster that pinkie had become, or was becoming. “You're lying...”

“Oh no. I'm not. Remember, months ago? Fluttershy being stung?” Pinkie mad giggles continued. “She got pregnant and gave birth to her baby boy. I'm starting to look beautiful like them.”

“You're not beautiful...” Rarity spat. “You look like some sick and twisted freak monster.”

Pinkie Pie slashed Rarity across the face. “Never call us freaks. We're superior to ponies. I'm even going to mother Blackthorn's babies, once he's old enough.”

Rarity felt the sting from the slash, but little pain. “Pinkie... Please. We're friends, right? If you let me go, I won't tell anypony.”

“Secrets and lies.” Pinkie grabbed Rarity's mane and yanked it so they were face to face. “Oh yes, I know all about secrets and lies. You want to keep our secrets? I'll let you keep our secrets.” She raked both her claws across Rarity's chest, peaking flesh and hide from the bones. “You'll be taking them to the grave.”

Rarity grit her teeth. The pain medicine was past it's limits. “Kill me then.” Through gritted teeth, Rarity started stringing swears insults and threats. That ended when Pinkie grabbed her tongue and ripped it out of her mouth.

Pinkie chewed and ate the tongue. “Hmm, I always imagined you silver tongue would taste better. It was tough and chewy... Oh, that's because you never shut up.” Pinkie realized. “So, a nice quiet pony like Twilight would have a nice tender tongue.”

She giggled as she 'gently' raked her claws over Rarity's body, slowly skinning her alive.

Another large dose of the anti-pain medicine and adrenaline were injected into Rarity's neck.

“Can't have you passing out. Not while I have my fun.” Pinkie laughed as she finished skinning Rarity. “Oh, I made such a mess of your coat. Well, it's mostly in one piece.”

The skinless Rarity hung from the ceiling, bloody tears pouring from her eyes. She heard a pounding sound, and for a moment thought it was her heart.

“Oh, more company?” Pinkie rushed back upstairs.
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Silence Grave stood in front of the bakery door, with Twilight standing in the shadows to he side.

The door to the dark store opened, and almost instantly a pair of pink claws reached out, digging into the head of the dark pony and yanking him inside. The door slammed shut a moment later.

“Oh Pinkie Pie... How foolish of you.” She shook her head and looked through her servant's eyes. She channelled extra magic into him for this fight.

Pinkie tried to bite at the horn that she could see, but jumped back when the horn flared with a haunting violet flame, and the head lunched forward.

“Careful now. You almost took my eye out.” Pinkie giggled. “Hey, I know everypony in Ponyville. Never seen you before.”

Silence Grave lifted his head, allowing his eyes to be seen. In his ghostly, chilling voice, he spoke. “Pinkie Pie. You've become a monster. I can smell the blood of the dead on your breath.” His hoof came up and struck the buckles on his face mask, allowing it to fall to the ground.

Pinkie was not one who easily scared, usually enjoying the 'thrill' of the fright.

Coming face to face with a pony who's face was a skull, engraved with blood red runes, well, that was not a simple fright.

Pinkie jumped back. “What are you?”

“I am Silence Grave.” He spoke, his cloak flying back and landing on the floor, his dead, feathered wings spreading out wide. “And I am your death.”

Pinkie screamed as violet flames wrapped around Silence Grave's hooves, and again when they slammed into her head.

The assault was so fast, so brutal and cruel.

Pinkie Pie hit the floor, her skull crushed so horribly that even her healing powers were totally useless. She coughed up a messy splatter of blood, her one remaining eye rolling and looking up.

It was not Silence Grave looking down at her.

“Tw... HRK... Twi... light?”

“Hello Pinkie Pie. Your reign of terror is over.” She pulled out a silver dagger from under her dark cloak.

Pinkie screamed as her heart was carved out of her chest.
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Fluttershy had 'watched' through Pinkie Pie's eyes. Her own eyes were wide.

(She's changed... As much as I have, but not the same way I have. She's a threat to my son and me. I had great hopes for you Pinkie Pie. Alas, you let your blood lust get the better of you.) Fluttershy retired to bed and curled up. She smiled in spite of Pinkie Pie's death.

(Well, maybe Applejack would be more receptive?) She thought a moment.

Applejack was too honest.

(No, she's too honest. Blackthorn and I have to live in secret. Secrets and lies.) She grinned before closing her eyes. (I'll just have to do something else. Let's see how strong her mind is.)
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Rarity coughed and whimpered as she watched Twilight Sparkle step down the stairs, lighting the room up with her horn.

“Rarity?” Twilight asked, not looking horrified, but looking more, curious.

“Help... me... Twi...”

“Hmm, if I helped you, you'd have to live your life without skin. You're so self absorbed with looking good. I doubt you'd live long enough to get past your first mirror.” Twilight said coolly, a 'matter of fact' tone to her words. “But I could help you if you wanted.”

“It... hurts... Hurts so much...”

“No kidding. You've been skinned Rarity. Not a pretty look on you at all.” She sighed. “I can end your pain, but not your suffering.”

“Kill... me...”

“Well, if you really want me too, but killing you does not mean I'll be letting you die. I have need of you. There's still something out there, whatever changed Pinkie Pie.” She paused. “Say, maybe you could tell me what did this to her.”

“It... It was...” Rarity choked out. The pain was becoming unbearable.

Before she could finish, a shadow engulfed her head, Her body spasmed horribly as there was the sound of chewing, tearing and crunching bones. Her screams died as her body fell limp, hanging from the crude meat hooks.

Twilight's horn flashed brightly, but the shadows remained, ignoring her spell. The shadow floated for a few moments before fading away, leaving Rarity's headless corpse.

“Well, that sucks.” Deathspark fumed. “She was just about to tell me what did his...” She glanced back up the stairs. “And you, Silence Grave, you smashed her head up so badly her brains were wrecked. I doubt I'll get any useful information from her.”

Twilight sighed. “Let's get these bodies to the morgue. I'm going to have to use these bodies, and hopefully they're still be useful.”
...

Fluttershy opened her eyes. That had been too close for comfort. She was not used to using her magic, but was glad it had worked.

(Note to self... eating somepony's head through magic... it tasted terrible...)
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Spike felt... odd. He had eaten that raw met, finding he actually really enjoyed it. Then Twilight used her magic on him and his body was wracked in pain, causing him to black out.

As he came too, he cold feel his body was different, even just a little. Small wings were budding from his back, and he felt a little taller. His balance took a few moment to find, but he felt fine.

Examining himself in the mirror, he didn't see any real difference. He was an inch taller and had tiny, totally useless wings on his back.

“So, Twilight is going to transform me. I hope it doesn't hurt so much after this.” He glanced out the window and saw a pony with a hat on her head, running toward the library.

He rushed downstairs to the door and threw it open. “Applejack?”

Applejack stopped in the doorway, her face, hooved chest and shoulders all dripping with blood. “Celestia help me Spike...” Her eyes were pouring tears. “Ah din know what happened... Ah was in bed, sleepin. Ah had a nightmare where Ah murdered Big Mac an' Granny Smith an' Apple Bloom.”

She held up a hoof. “Ah... Ah gone an killed mah family...”

“No... You'd never do anything like that. To an Apple, Family is the most important thing.”

“But... All this blood... Ah... I dunno what to do.”

“You can calm down for starters.” Deathspark walked up. “And wash your hooves off. Blood is a pain to get out of hardwood.”

“Twi? Is.. is that really you?” Applejack's eyes were wide. “Ah... I think Ah killed mah family.”

“From the looks of all the blood, most likely. I can raise them as zombies of you want them around to help put with the farm still. Or better yet, strip them of all flesh first and raise them as skeletons. They won't stink that way.”

Applejack looked even sicker now than moments before. “Ya'll ain't Twilight. Who are ya?”

“Call me Mistress Deathspark.”

“Ah ain't callin' you nothing like that. Ah want mah friend back. Ah want her to help us get Rainbow Dash's murderer.”

“Well, helping you with that is on the top of my list.” She glared into Applejack's eyes. “Now, to make myself perfectly clear, my name is Dark Mistress Twilight Deathspark. You WILL call me Mistress Deathspark, or Mistress. Is that clear?”

“Ah dun like it, but if'n it makes ya'll feel better, fine. I just wanna go home an' find this was just a real bad dream.”

“This is no dream, and it looks like you really did murder your family. Let's go take a look right now.”

“Ah can't... Ah dun know if'n Ah can face em.”

Deathspark glared into Applejack's eyes. “Applejack, you are no coward. You're brave and strong. You will come with me and show me where you dumped their bodies. Maybe I can find out what really happened from them.”
...

Applejack stayed outside of the house while 'Mistress Deathspark' entered, long with that tall, somewhat lanky companion of hers.

This Silence' fellow certainly gave her the heebee jeebees, and she couldn't put her hoof on the reason why.

Within the house, Deathspark found the first corpse. The hip and abdomen and been smashed with great blunt force. Blood and organs were everywhere.

“Oh Apple Bloom...” Twilight sighed. She lowered her head and started casting her magic. Weaving the spells into the skull, she was pleased to find the brain was undamaged.

The eyes twitched, then the jaw.

Slowly opening, the eyes looked around. “Twilight? Ah feel cold... what's going on?”

“You tell me. What is the last thing you remember?”

“Ah... Ah heard screamin' an' fightin'... Then Applejack... Big Sis came into mah room. She was covered all up in blood. She screamed an' attacked me. Broke mah leg before Ah could drag mahself into the hall here. She came out and started stompin' on me. I'm talking to ya Twilight, so it must have been a bad dream.”

“That was no dream Apple Bloom. Applejack murdered you.” She shrugged. “Well, can you tell me if she said anything while she killed you?”

“Ah... Ah'm cold an' tired Twilight. Ah just wanna sleep.”

“Did she say anything.”

“Nu uh. She just screamed and went on 'bout bein sick ah all us. It hurt so much... why can't Ah feel anything but cold.”

“Because you are dead. You may as well accept the fact.”

“Ah can't be dead... Ah'm talkin to ya right now.”

“Fine, scream when you realize just how dead you really are. I'm going to try to get Big Macintosh to talk.” Deathspark rose and walked off, not even looking back as the filly started screaming.

Deathspark found Big Mac in his somewhat destroyed bedroom. His corpse was in even worse condition than Apple Bloom's. Broken limbs, his jaw smashed beyond easy repair, chest caved in. There was even more blood in this room than out in the hallway.

“Ugh... It'll take hours to rebuild his jaw so he can talk.” She examined his head and frowned. The back of his head was smashed in, the brains destroyed. “Well, he's useless. Something tells me Granny Smith will be of no use...”

A search of her room found a blood soaked bed. The elderly pony's chest, and abdomen were smashed apart, like an old pumpkin that had been hit with ha sledge hammer. The head looked to be in good condition.

“She was sleeping...” Deathspark fumed. “Her face still looks peaceful. I won't get anything out of her.” She left the room and returned to where Apple Bloom lay.

“Ah'm really dead? But... how am Ah talkin?”

Deathspark glared down at the foal zombie. “You are talking only because my magic permits you to talk. Now, talk, and say something that is of use. I'll consider letting you free of this magic so you can find peace in the afterlife.”

“Ah dunno... She said sumpthin 'bout bein sick ah us. That's all she said. She... Big Sis... Why would she do this?”

Deathspark scowled. “Useless... You're not even useful as an undead minion. Just die already.” Her horn flashed and Apple Bloom's body fell limp, her eyes sightless once again.

The mare closed the filly's eyes. “Rest in peace child.”
...

Applejack watched as Deathspark emerged from the house, Silence Grave right behind her.

“Well?”

“You murdered them, but I don't think it was you. You loved your family too much to be sick of them. I know you could never kill your family unless something was controlling your actions.”

“Ah was possessed?”

Deathspark shrugged. “I don't know. All Apple Bloom's corpse told me was that you went psycho and killed them with your own two hooves.” She then pointed at the water pump. “Now, you look like one of the dead with all that blood and dirt on you. Wash up before somepony else sees you.”

Applejack walked weakly to the water pump. She sat down and started pumping the cold water over her head. “Ah murdered mah own kin... Ah ain't no better than that monster what been killin' everypony else...”

Deathspark ignored Applejack. “Silence, take a message. Dear Princess Celestia and Princess Luna. My friend Applejack has just tonight murdered her family. I believe she was under some sort of magical or mental control. Please advice. Dark Mistress Twilight Deathspark.” She then nodded and watched as the undead sent the scroll off.

“Once you're washed up, you can come stay with me at the library.” She called to Applejack.

“But... what if Ah try to kill ya'll too?”

“Then I'll kill you first, if Silence Grave doesn't kill you before you even get near me.”

“How can ya'll be so cold now?”

Deathspark glared at Applejack. “My eyes have been opened to certain truths of the world. Deal with it Applejack.” She then turned and headed back toward Ponyville, Silence Grave following along, silently.

Applejack finished washing the blood off her body, but could still feel it. She could still hear the screams.

This was not her. Applejack knew she couldn't have done this. Could she?
...

Fluttershy watched out the window, the Necromancer and her Undead minion heading right for the library. She ducked out of sight when the mare glanced toward the shop.

(Most interesting. Applejack was so easy to control. I'll have to save her as an ace in the hole.) She grinned as she returned to bed. (Interesting times are coming, that is for certain.)
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To Be Continued...
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Author's Note:
I apologize to the Rarity fans out there for killing her off (which I seem to have done in another fanfic of mine... I love Rarity, but I keep murdering her off...)
If I had available money, I'd LOVE to commission quality pics of Flutter, Blackthorn, the half transformed Pinkie Pie, Dark Mistress Twilight Deathspark, and of course, Silence Grave.
Editor's Note:
WOW did Annony make Twilight a bitch. A very POWERFUL and arrogant bitch at that.