Death City

Back with another update! By now you might be thinking something is wrong with me since I haven’t been updating as much as I used to and let me start off by saying that you are absolutely true. It seems that I’ve gotten a bit lazy over the past few days and I’m not the pony I used to be anymore. Now that I’m older, I have a lot more responsibilities to attend to rather than just writing one mere fanfic. Anyway, I don’t have any other news to share with you at this current point rather than to begin the fanfic, so let us begin.

Chapter 27 – Mare Meltdown

“Sometimes I wonder that those crazy ponies can even go a second without finding a topic to controvert over.” Dusk began a conversation. Right now, he had been aside none other than his long-lost mare friend, Fluttershy, or currently known as Shadow. Ever since he had been thrown against the stone wall of the corridor by the previous zombie-pony lurking around the castle, he had taken some serious damage. Serious enough to prevent him from walking straight all on his own. He needed support, support from somepony who he knew and trusted with all his heart. Somepony, like Shadow.

All Shadow did was look forward into the distance ahead of herself as a response to Dusk’s comment. She knew that he had been arguing, but what she didn’t know was who he had been arguing against. She did not know nor did she want to find out.

“Life would’ve been better for me if I had been stranded on the ark rather than this.” Dusk spoke up again. “At least if I knew what consequences would await me in the near future.”

“Now, don’t say that.”  Shadow had finally stepped in. “Just because they don’t have bonding relations with each other doesn’t mean they’re untrustable.” By now, Shadow had been face to face with Dusk and had been looking directly into the stallions eyes. No longer had she been at his side, supporting him to stand up tall, rather have been in front of him.

Dusk had been smart and knew that there was no saying no to Shadow, especially at this time in a wounded state. All he did was sigh loud enough for Shadow herself to hear as he looked into her blood-red eyes. Even though they brought out her dark and violent side, Dusk had trouble trying to even look away from them. Everything around Dusk became a blur as his own eyes came to a focus onto Shadow. All he wanted to do was just close his eyes, lean into her and let his mind wander off. Dusk knew the time was now or never, and his mind screamed for him to do so, but he just didn’t have the nerves or guts to even face the dire consequences that came with such a sudden reaction. Especially with somepony who can literally rip apart an arm from its own socket.

Suddenly, a loud, ear-piercing shriek ran down the wooden hallways filled with red, luxurious carpet. It not only stung Dusks’ ears but also Shadows’ as well. The sound had been like a sharp nail against a rough chalkboard only twenty times louder and worse. It had been like fire had erupted inside their minds and had been burning every single bit inside them.

Right as the screeching sound had worsened, Dusk could soon see his vision begin to turn a light shade of red as his legs began to wobble. The weight of his body had been too much for him to handle substantially as he collapsed over his own weight. The light red vision had soon began to get darker and darker until all Dusk could see out of his own pupils was pure redness.

Looking back up, Dusk could see that Shadow had encountered the same exact problem as he had. The only difference was that she had been coughing violently as if she had been chocking or her lungs had been full of smoke.

Shadow had soon fallen to the ground as a thump noise was heard. Looking directly at her, Dusk could see that she had had her own eyes closed. Her body had been motionless besides the fact that her chest rose every now and then indicating that she had still been alive and had been breathing. It had been as if she had fallen into either a deep sleep or a coma.

“Shadow.” Was all Dusk managed to say as the loud shrieking noise as well as the heavy shade of red over his eyes made it difficult for him to live. He soon began crawling over to where Shadow had collapsed with all his might even though his left arm had been badly scrapped from before.

Finally nearing Shadow, Dusk had gently put his good hoof around the unconscious mare and looked at her one more time before shutting his eyes for the time being. The loud shrieking began to die down as Dusk felt the life literally slip out of him. Dusk knew that something bad and menacing was going to happen when he awoke, but that was going to have to wait till later. There’s no point of predicting the future or playing with the past when you can’t control the present.

“Ugg, what’s with all these crude paintings?” Rarity complained. Right now the gang had been traveling through one of the many hallways found inside Mystic Cauldron. Just like the Ark, this castle had the same exact concepts as the space prison. Not only did it have may rooms and hallways like the Ark did but it also had enemy mobs lurking around nearly every corner of the territory. The group had been just plain lucky for only having to run into one enemy so far. And now that they had lost Shadow, Dusk, Twilight, and Thunder Ice, things weren’t going to get any better.

“Suddenly, just as the gang had been carefully trotting down the long, ominous hallways, their attention on the lookout for any enemy foes, a loud shriek was heard from down the hallway. It seemed like more of a mare scream than a stallions scream from the high-pitched voice it had.

“What the?!” Strife had said aloud from the group. “What in the world of Equestria was that?” He asked while slightly shriveling.

“I don’t even know.” Blur hand spoken up. “But there’s only one way to find out. Follow me!” He yelled aloud to the group before galloping off into the direction of where the scream had come from.

The rest of the gang, including Raymond, had not been one to just underestimate the brave and courageous stallion, so they followed along down the hallway with him.

After a while of galloping down the long, twisted hallways, Blur had found an open room to the side of the hallway. The door had been slightly open enough for light to escape into the dark, everlasting hallway.

Opening it slowly and briefly, Blur had been the first to handle the door with his front hoof. Tugging on it slightly, he was able to open the door even more than before enough for him to stick his head slightly into the gap to see what had been going on in the room. What he saw not only startled his vision but also his eyes too.

What he saw was a red mare cornered in what seemed to be a dusty old room with cobwebs along the walls and cracks in the ceiling and floor. For some reason, the light bulb in the middle of the room had been working and had emitted light, even though it had a somewhat large crack crafted onto the side of the glass itself. But that wasn’t at all what Blur had seen that shocked him.

What he also saw was a very ridged and baggy creature that had been standing right in front of the mare. It had been the exact same creature that the gang had run into just a few minutes before. It had the exact same wheel tightly grasped around his concealed neck as well as the rough skin covering the outer sections of his body.

It took Blur a while to realize what had actually been going on, and when he did, he let out a sigh loud enough for the rest of the group to hear. At that point, he had found out that the zombie-pony they ran into earlier would literally obliterate the mare into tiny pieces. Just like what he had tried to do to them. Just like what he had done to the innocent life against the stone wall they encountered a while back.

Blur knew that he had to do something. Anything to stop the zombie-pony from losing more innocent lives for no such reason. Knowing that Shadow had been with Dusk somewhere else in the castle, Blur knew that he had to take immediate actions. Not even taking the time to even think or consider his actions, Blur had leaped in onto the scene.

“Ahh!” Blur yelled as he dove head first towards the zombie-pony. The sudden reaction had been fatal as Blur had caught the enemy by surprise and began wrapping his hooves around the zombie-pony’s neck in a chocking manner. Being a guard from the Ark, Blur had been trained by the best of the best in mixed martial arts and knew every possible move when it came to fighting.

By this point, Blur had a good grip on the enemy’s neck and began to tug as hard as his arms would allow him to. All the rest of the gang did was observe the scene from behind the slightly opened door. Not even Snake helped Blur take down the zombie-pony.

It took quite a bit of tugging for Blur, but after a while, Blur had managed to get ahold of the wheel attached around the zombie-pony’s neck and had literally yanked it out of him. This resulted in a large crack sound being emanated followed by blood gushing everywhere in its range. It seemed as if Blur had literally split the enemies’ neck in two, causing the head to be separated from the rest of the body. And apparently so, it had happened.

The head of the zombie-pony had rolled to the floor in disgust as its lifeless eyes of the creature faced upward to the lit ceiling of the room. Everypony looked at the head as if it had been rubies or something valuable.

The body of the zombie-pony soon fell to the floor afterward. The same lifelessness was contained in the corpse as was in the head. The smell of death and decay filled the room as a substantial amount of blood began to leak out of the two separated sections of the enemy. It had been a horrifying sight that not only scarred Blur, but also everypony else.

“I, I can’t believe I did it.” Blur said to himself quietly while looking at the deceased zombie-pony. “I can’t believe I killed somepony.” A feeling of shock flowed through his entire body as he had just realized the feeling of sorrow and despair for brutally killing somepony of his own kind.

As Blur thought over on what he had just done, the rest of the gang began trotting on into the dimly lit room, already knowing that the cruel, vile beast had already been deceased.

Right as DJ Fiiasco entered the room, one thing caught his eye. Something that he wasn’t able to take his eyes off of when he first caught it. He soon found himself starring directly at the red mare who had been previously cornered by the zombie-pony and had gotten up and was now dusting herself off. It happened to be that she had seemed so familiar to him, as if he had seen her before in the exact same location as they were in now. It then hit him who he had really been looking at, and it hit him hard.

He knew the mare by heart. It had been the exact same mare that he had ran into in his childhood when he had been just a colt. The same mare that had literally scarred him when he was young. But there was one thing about her that make DJ Fiiasco wonder hard what was wrong with her.

She had been the same exact appearance as before, and wasn’t any taller or shorter, tanner or paler, older or younger. Everything about her had been the same the last time DJ Fiiasoc recalled, and this seriously freaked him out. He knew that it would be best to stay out of her sight since she might also recognize him, so he ended up moving to the back of the group in order for the mare not to detect him.

In the meantime, the rest of the gang had welcomed themselves into the room as they noticed both the startled Blur as well as the red mare. Everypony had been thinking the same question as they looked at the mysterious mare.

“Who was she?”

The group was silent as they just watched the mare get up and dust herself off. There was a moment of silence until the mare had finished dusting herself off and looked up. What she saw was an array of different ponies, each with their own separate coat and mane color, as well as different cutie marks too.

The mare then turned her head and came face to face with Blur. Blur had still been in a terrified state for previously killing somepony and didn’t have the nerve to look back up at the mare. All he did was look back at the ground at the shameful crime he had just committed, even though it was heroism that saved the day, not fear.

“Well, I must be thanking you for your bravery and tremendous defeats, but I must be on my way right now.” With that, the red mare turned around and began trotting out of the room. That was until Pinkie had stopped her dead in her tracks.

“Hi!” She yelled in her usuall cheery voice. “I’m Pinkie Pie, but you can just call me Pinkie Pie.” Pinkie had just stuck out her hoof in return for the red mare to shake it. The result had been the mare refusing to shake her hoof as she resumed walking out of the room. Right as she exited the room, another pony had spoken up. This time it had been a deeper voice that the high pitched one she had just heard moments ago.

“Hey!” It yelled. “Where do you think you’re going?!” Everypony, including the red mare, had turned around to see where the voice had come from. To their surprise, it came from one other than a green stallion.

“Well?” Snake grew impatient. He began to tap his front hoof onto the ground showing that he was getting bitter.

“And more importantly, who are you?” Seamus asked in his usual mare-ish voice.

“Pardon me for my intrusions,” Her light accent filled the room. “My name is Princess Justine, but you can call me Justine.”

“Well, Justine,” Snake began. He started to inch forward to the mare every word he spoke. “What were you doing in theism room being confronted by that, that zombie-pony?!” By now, Snake had been directly face to face with Justine.”

“Oh, that brings me back.” Justine responded. “But I’d rather not say.”

“Why not?” A deep-voiced Snake asked. “I’ve got the time. We’ve all got the time.”

“Some things are better left private than to be shared with everypony else.” A nervous Justine replied. She began to lie after every question that was thrown at her.

“Oh come on!” Snake shouted. “There’s no getting to this dumb mare without getting any of the correct answers!”

“Now listen here, Snake.” Rarity spoke up. “Just because she doesn’t want to share something doesn’t mean you have to literal force it out her. For all I know, it could be something private or secret that wasn’t meant to be shared with anypony else.”

Snake began to groan as he heard Raritys’ speech. She had already been a pain while silent, but when she talked, it made Snake want to cut his ears off so he wouldn’t have to listen to her obnoxiousness.

“Well, now that we are all properly introduced, I must be on my way.” Justine spoke.

“But, aren’t you gonna stay with us?” Pinkie asked Justine. “It’s dangerous to go alone through this place with all those scary monsters lurking around every corner.”

“I think I can handle myself.” Justine replied, nearing the door of the room.

“From the looks of it, yall weren’t even able to handle yourself back tehre.” Applejack explained, pointing a hoof towards the dead corpse that Blur had been standing by.

“Fine!” An aggravated Justine answered. “I’ll tag along with you guys if you’re that desperate of me being ok.”

“Well, now that we have a new partner,” Lightning Flash spoke up. “She can help us find and confront Discord. She must know at least how to get to the throne room or something.”

“Right you are.” Justine replied. “But it won’t be easy. For starters, I lead the group. Nopony get out of line or anything unless you want to face the dire consequences of either getting lost or getting killed.”

“Can we just go already?” Snake asked in an annoyed manner. He had already been pissed off enough for one day, and her talking wasn’t going to make things any better.

“Fine.” Was Justine’s only answer. “Just remember that I warned you.” With that, Justine had trotted out of the room, leading the rest of the gang towards Discord. At the back of the group was DJ Fiiasco. As he trotted, it soon hit him. He had realized who Justine had really been. She had been none other than that same mare who poisoned the innocent stallion in the exact same manner.

Keeping up with the group, DJ Fiiasoc knew that he had to warn the rest of the group before it was too late.

Done with another chapter. I don’t feel like talking much now other than need new OC’s and songs. Also, in the meantime, over the past week, I’ve also created two more PMV’s that are already uploaded onto youtube. Just search for Racecarghost1 (my channel name) and then videos. I’m expecting my next PMV to probably be out in the next two to three days, but until then, watch the other two that I’ve posed. Now I need to go take a shower, so with that said, bye!

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