fLuTtEr

Author: Annonymouse
MLP:FiM is property of Hasbro. This is a free fan-fiction, not to be sold or traded for any money, goods or services.
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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
fIfTeEn
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Rainbow Dash. Dead. Impaled on a spear thorn tree before having her head ripped off. The head was still missing.

Pinkie Pie. Dead. Killed when her heart was carved out from her chest. Most likely would have died from her head wounds anyway. Head, partially intact, as well as the horn.

Rarity. Dead. Tortured and skinned alive, before her head being devoured by evil magic.

Spike, killed by the monster, Blackthorn. Tracing spells have proven useless to find any remains. Most likely completely consumed.

Fluttershy. Dead. Killed by Applejack. Only blood, a wing and some feathers remain. Rest of corpse assumed to be taken to feed the monster.

Applejack. Dead. Killed by having her heart blown up inside her chest. Head fully intact.

Twilight leaned back after looking over her notes. “Silence Grave, I'm missing something important.” She looked at her assistant. “My friends... They're all dead. Blackthorn must be powerful to have corrupted Pinkie Pie the way he did, and Applejack, she was driven mad enough to murder her own family and Fluttershy. What I don't understand is how this could have all happened.”

She looked at her flank. All five of the small stars were gone. She was the only remaining Element of Harmony. But was she really? An Element that is. She knew her time in the Forsaken Halls had changed her.

Her thoughts were dark, and she felt little true connection to the living anymore.

“Compassion.” Silence Grave spike in his haunting voice.

“Don't start with me Silence.” She glared at him. “I know that I'm not compassionate anymore. The halls changed me. I've become far too comfortable with death.” She sat up and stormed from the morgue office into the cold room itself.

The chill comforted her as she looked over many corpses here. Not only the remains of her friends, but the other victims that had been recovered from under Sugar Cube Corner. Both Mr. and Mrs. Cake's remains had been found in there as well.

“Well... Time to get to work. First, to try to find the first skull.” Twilight got to work, assembling the remains of the Unicorn skeleton. Even headless, and missing at least a tenth of its bones, Twilight was able to animate it.

After only an hour, and using pieces of wood carved to fit the missing bones, she animated it.

The skeleton rose from the table, still headless.

“Find your skull.” Twilight commanded.

The Unicorn started walking, out the morgue and down the hall.

Nurse Needles screamed at the sight of the walking dead. She turned and ran from the hospital.

Twilight ignored her reaction and followed her incomplete minion. It lead her through the town, past other frightened ponies, and toward the Everfree Forest.

The skeleton lead 'her' mistress to a small, abandoned shack. Inside, it scraped at the floorboards.

Twilight watched as 'she' scraped away, breaking through the boards and started scraping at the ground. It was only a few inches below the surface, but the skull was uncovered.

Twilight levitated it and scowled. “Useless... The horn is not here at all.” She glared at her little skeleton and fitted the head on. “Well, I animated you, I may as well make use of you. Follow me.”
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There was less than ten ponies left in Ponyville, and they were terrified. Four of them had seen the walking dead, followed by the local librarian.

“What are we going to do?” Needles clung to another pony.

His name, Rugged Heart, and he was a tough, rugged Earth Pony. “Dun worry Ma'am. We ain't gonna let no walkin pile ah bones hurt ya.”

Another pony was peeking out of the basement window. “Hey.. hey hey hey.” The small pink and white striped half-zebra bounced around, her green mane flopping wildly. “I see her, and she's taking all the bodies from the hospital.”

“Are you sure Candy Cane?” Rugged asked.

“Yup yup yup.”

Needles shivered. “What if she makes them walk too? Ponyville will really become a ghost town.”

A short, featherless Pegasus peeked out. “Sure as hay hope not. If I see another walking dead thing, I'm going to do more than just molt all my feathers in fright... I might die.”

“What if they want to eat our brains.” Another pony worried.

Rugged snorted. “Come on Fidget, ya know pony zombies eat grains, not brains.” He was lying, but hoped it would calm the frightened unicorn down.

It almost worked too, but the sudden knock at the front door to the house above made the smaller mare, Fidget, pee herself.

Rugged groaned. “I'll get it.” He grabbed his wood chopping axe and headed upstairs. He reached the door and peeked out the window. It was that tall, skinny fellow who constantly followed that dark witch around.

“Whaddya want?” He bellowed from inside.

“Dark Mistress Twilight Deathspark demands that all remaining ponies in Ponyville evacuate. It is too dangerous to remain here any longer.”

“Go buck yourself.”

The face leaned right up to the window, and the mask fell away.

Rugged followed Fidget's prior reaction and peed himself. The eerie glowing eyes in this skeleton's face nearly made him do a number two as well.

He scampered back, dropping the axe as the door creaked open. It HAD been locked moments ago, but the glowing horn on this undead's head showed why locks were useless.

“Dark Mistress Twilight Deathspark demands that all remaining ponies in Ponyville evacuate. I will NOT repeat myself again. If you are not gone by noon tomorrow, you will not be protected from the monster in the Everfree Forest.”

“I... Gotcha... We'll all be long gone.” He watched as the mask was replaced and the frightening, intelligent magic using undead Unicorn walked away, the cloak shifting to reveal it possessed wings as well.

“Oh dear me Celestia... What was that thing...” He then fainted.
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“Mistress, I have delivered your message.” Silence Grave bowed to his smaller master.

“Good. Help Holey Head pack the corpses on the wagon. She's moving too slowly.” Twilight, obviously, was referring to the unicorn mare's skeleton, with the hole in its head where the horn had once been.

“Of course Mistress.” Silence used his magic to levitate the bodies one at a time.

“That's good enough.” Twilight said, once the five bodies of her friends were loaded. “Now, to the graveyard. This ritual is going to be a pain in the backside...”
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In the ancient crypt, in the center of the graveyard, Twilight prepared to create a special undead, one that would allow her to not only find Blackthorn, but to help her actually fight him.

She hummed Rarity's little 'Art of the Dress' song as she stitched parts together. She altered the song to fit the current situation. Art of the Corpse somehow just felt right in the current situation.

For three whole days and nights, Twilight worked, crafting the perfect body she could, from all her friend's parts.

When she was done, she wrapped it in Rarity's coat. Some parts had no coat and were wrapped in bandages.

“Awaken... Final Song.” Twilight commanded, and grinned as the corpse rose smoothly to 'her' hooves. Her twisted pink horn flickered green, the same color as her eyes. The wings stretched, one mostly blue with some yellow feathers, and the other yellow, with some blue feathers.

Final Song opened her mouth, the sharp feline teeth from Pinkie Pie's skull still intact. She uttered a single word. “Mistress...” Her voice was Rarity's.

Twilight smiled, her heart almost leaping with joy. Her friends were 'alive' again. “Final Song, can you sense Blackthorn?”

Her head turned toward the Everfree forest. “Yes Mistress.”

“Perfect. Now, to get some transport.” Twilight wrote a letter. She handed it to Silence Grave. “Send this to Princess Luna.”

“Of course Mistress.” Silence sent the letter off as requested.

“And now, we wait for a reply.” Twilight stretched out on an unopened coffin lid and closed her eyes. A little sleep would do her wonders.
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“Mistress.” Silence Grave whispered into Deathspark's ear.

“Hmm? Silence?” She groaned and cracked her eyes open. The tomb was dark, lit only by Silence Grave's beautiful eyes.

“Your request for transport has arrived.”

Twilight rubbed her bleary eyes. It was night, meaning she had gotten at least six hours of sleep. Her first real sleep in the last few days.

She got up and stepped outside and grinned.

She had requested a flying chariot to use. She had not been expecting Princess Luna to send her own personal chariot.

The grin that crossed Twilight's face was a wide one. “Well then. In the morning, we begin our hunt. Till then, do not disturb my slumber.” Twilight returned into the tomb and crawled back onto her comfy 'bed'.
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Morning arrived and Twilight rose from the chamber of the dead. She stepped out into the sunlight and squinted her eyes. Her two powerful undead stood guard on either side of the door.

A quick gesture to the chariot and the pair hooked themselves up. They carried their Mistress into town, right to the library.

She showered and changed her clothing before heading back outside. Her ride was ready to go.

Stepping aboard the most beautiful chariot in Equestria, Twilight was carried skyward, toward the Everfree Forest.

This chariot was as comfortable as Princess Celestia's, meaning it virtually ignored any turbulence, unlike the smaller ones she was used to riding on.

“I have got to get one of these.” She smirked. “Final Song, you're in lead position, take us to Blackthorn.”

“Yes Mistress.” Rarity's emotionless voice was music to Twilight's ears.
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Blackthorn cold feel her coming. He shivered in anticipation.

“Carrot Top, we will be having company soon.”

“Dinner Master?” Carrot Top asked.

“Of course, but not for you.” He smirked at the pony he had kept as a pony. She was no meat eater. He didn't want to risk his slave becoming strong enough to escape.

Moments later, the pair of 'Alicorn' flew in, drawing a dark and frightening chariot. It landed smoothly and the rider stepped off.

Carrot Top stared. She knew this pony, didn't she? “T..Twilight?”

“Carrot Top? You're alive?” Twilight's eyes went wide. She glared at Blackthorn. “What sick game is this?”

“No game. This pony is just a plaything of mine. A slave to my whims if it were.” He smiled in an almost friendly fashion. “Now, what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”

Twilight glared darkly at the monster. “I am here to end you once and for all.”

“End me? Do you think you have what it takes?” He laughed. “I am far more powerful than you are after all.”

Twilight spat on the floor. “No, I don't think so. I have the Elements of Harmony with me.” She grinned, the female of the two undead coming free from her harness.

Final Song stepped next to her Mistress.

“Elements of Harmony? They are nothing. You are the only one alive who can use the Elements, and even then, you can only use one.” Blackthorn's horn flared suddenly, the wooden floor erupting with spikes that pierced through Final Song.

Any living pony would have died instantly. Final Song was not living, but Undead. She made no screams of pain at all.

Blackthorn stepped back. “Ah, undead as well. Clever. Clever indeed.” How horn flared again and the spikes wrapped around Final Song, dragging her into the floor.

“FINAL SONG!” Twilight cried. She turned to Silence. “Silence Grave, let's fight.”

“Yes Mistress.” His harness detached and he charged at Blackthorn, his horn blazing and lowered, aiming right for Blackthorn's heart.

Blackthorn moved fast, evading the attack. The pair locked in melee, claws, hooves, horns and teeth tearing into each other. It was obvious that while her Undead was powerful, he was no match. He got in some very good hits, ones that didn't look like they were regenerating.

Finally Blackthorn managed to pierce Silence Grave's leather chest guard. A surge of his magic shattered the skeleton into thousands of shards.

Twilight had stood back and watched. She felt a pang of anger and hatred when her loyal servant was shattered. Still, she could create a new one eventually.

“You're hurt bad Blackthorn, and if you think I was standing here doing nothing, you're wrong.” Her horn flashed and the floor that had swallowed Final Song burst open, the undead emerging. It was torn and tattered, looking very much the undead creation it was, rather than the stark, creepy looking pony with a leather mask.

“Mistress.” Final Song staggered, but stood her ground.

“NO!” Blackthorn screamed and charged, once again his magic coming to bare.

Twilight deflected the magic with her own, and countered with her own attack.

Blackthorn slammed against a shelf, shattering some of the skulls. He rolled to his paws and stared. “You're stronger than you look.”

“You're not as strong as I thought.” Twilight retorted. Her magic flared again.

This time Blackthorn countered, shielding himself and deflecting the spell back. He grinned as the small lavender Unicorn was blown clean off her hooves, a deep gash down her side.

Twilight gritted her teeth, pushing away the pain with some magic. She knew better than to use that spell again. She glanced at her undead, who was just standing there and doing nothing. Just as planned.

She had to get Blackthorn weakened more for the weakened Elements to work. An idea came to mind. She could see tons of help laying about. “Victims of Blackthorn, arise and take your vengeance on your murderer.” Her magic flared, a large shockwave radiating out from the Necromancer.

Blackthorn shielded himself, but the magic passed over his shield harmlessly. “What?” He was a little confused, then remembered. This little mare was a Necromancer. “Shit...” He looked up and around, at hundreds of skulls as they floated from the shelves.

“Kill him. So commands Dark Mistress Twilight Deathspark.” Her voice sounded as clear as a bell, ringing through the chamber.

Carrot Top cowered in her little corner as skulls flew past, heading right for her Master. She grinned. “Serves you right for enslaving me and raping me.” She burst into almost insane laughter as the mass of skulls converged.

Blackthorn was hard pressed. His magic blasts and claws cutting down the numbers of animated and angry skulls. Still, he was being overwhelmed. He was being bitten and chewed and torn apart.

With a rage filled scream, he radiated a surge of brutal magic, shattering every skull in the chamber.

Twilight jumped in front of Final Song, bringing up her own shield spell. The force of Blackthorn's magic slammed into it.

Blackthorn, satisfied that no skulls remained, focused all his energy onto Deathspark's barrier, fully intent on piercing it and killing her.

The barrier was barely holding. Twilight could feel the difference in power between the two of them. It was now or never. From within her cloak, she pulled out all six Elements of Harmony and strapped them to herself. Her crown on her head. Kindness on her neck. Loyalty and Honesty on her upper forelegs, and Generosity and Laughter on her upper hind legs.

“Blackthorn, this is it for you. Final Song, Sing the Requiem.”

Final Song opened her mouth. A beautiful hum of magical energy, radiating out and sounding like music.

Blackthorn's ears started bleeding and he screamed, but he kept his magic, nearly piercing through the barrier.

Twilight's own ears were bleeding, and her own pain was reaching near blinding levels. Blood poured from her eyes and she grit her teeth. “Now...” She released the magic of the Elements, letting it flow around her, through her, and away from her. The rainbow ribbon struck Blackthorn and engulfed him.

Twilight’s magic barrier was suddenly blown apart, and the magic attack pierced through her chest, but the magic faded away suddenly. She collapsed to the ground, battered and bleeding, but alive.

She looked up to see the rainbow vanish. In Blackthorn's place was a wooden statue of him, poised in his attack position, and a look of pure rage on his face.

He was defeated now, and hopefully forever.

Final Song was a soft white gray in color, standing over Twilight for a few moments before her form crumbled to dust.

Twilight could feel noting but pain. Her magic... it was gone. She had barely an ounce of magic left in her entire being. The Elements had burned her out completely.

Still, she was alive.

“Carrot... Top...” Twilight gasped and smiled. “Can... can you get free?”

Carrot Top was unharmed. No blood coming from her eyes or ears, no cuts, scratches or even feelings of her mental torture. She tugged at the chains and they crumbled. “I'm free.” She rushed over. “Come on, let's get you out of here and back to Ponyville.”

“How about... Canterlot?” Twilight coughed up some blood. “Silence Grave... if you can hear me, we need to return home.”

The bones from the skeleton moved on their own and pulled themselves together. “Mistress.” The skeleton stared down at Carrot Top and gestured to the chariot. “Get on little one.” He then carefully lifted and carried Twilight to the craft.

Twilight lay next to Carrot Top. She smiled at Silence Grave. “Fly to Canterlot and stop for nothing.”

“As you command.” He strapped into the harness and took to the air.
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Celestia smiled. “Twilight won.” She smiled, but was also crying. “She burned herself out. Her magic, her wonderful magic... gone.” She looked into the crystal sphere she had been watching through.

As she watched, her eyes went wide, her pupils shrinking to pinpricks.

Flutter stood over Twilight Sparkle, the most cruel and hate filled snarl on her face.

“An eye for an eye Twilight... An eye for an eye...”
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The End...?
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Author's Note.
Too Quote Princess Celestia: “Gotcha.”