Nightmare Night

Blue Moon panted, it's been two day's since they had first found him and he'd been on the run ever since, he was tired, hungry, thirsty, injured, and, as much as he'd hate to admit it, scared.

He was running from Hellhounds, why? Blue moon or Nyx , the name gorgons called him until he killed them. Yes, killed them. The thought still made Nyx feel cold, countless times he tried to convince himself that it was not his fault.

After all, they were trying to kill him! But he still felt guilty, he had never considered killing anyone no matter how much he hated them. Nyx felt like a criminal, a fugitive from justice. In the last three weeks he had borrowed several things, including a motorcycle a cops gun ( Which he still had) and several supplies from Walmart . He felt bad at first but the guilt soon faded as he was forced to either do those crimes repeatedly or starve to death.

You would think that a pack of hellhounds chasing around a ratty teenager and trying to kill him would attract attention, but no. For some reason he was the only person who could actually see the damned demons and because of that he had been falsely accused of many crimes.

Fortunately no one had got a clear picture of his face, so no one would go after him for now. But Nyx knew that eventually his identity would be discovered and then well, then he's dead.

So that is why he was here, at Wal-Mart. Okay perhaps that doesn't really make sense when you consider that he was in risk of being arrested, but he had several precautions taken so that the cops won't find out who he is. First off he was wearing a hoodie, second he was wearing a creepy white mask.

Okay, maybe it didn't hide his identity and make him look like a gangster or a crazy vigilante, but hey , he was running out or options here! Plus, WalMart has tons of supplies so he has been camping here and stealing food. He felt bad about it at first but eventually he got used to it. Any way he was racing down the aisle cussing under his breath with two hellhounds tracking him, *yup just an average Saturday, or is it Sunday?** Nyx didn't know, he lost track of the days a long time ago ....*

Unfortunately it was the middle of the day, why unfortunately you ask? Cause those damn hellhounds apparently didn't care if it was day or night, and they were chasing him right now.

Nyx was running towards the  exit when a hell hound  appeared in front of him. Instinctively he drew the switch blade the red head girl gave him, it didn't look special, just a pitch black handle (the blade hadn't been "switched" out yet.) he pushed the white switch on the right side of the handle and suddenly he was holding a wicked double-edged sword with a black handle. The blade was roughly a meter long, the blade was thin and the sword its self was very light and well balanced.

"Stay back! I uh ... got magical power and ... stuff." Nyx finished lamely, the hellhound growled in response, it was ... well disgusting. It looked like a rat who lost all its fur and grey a black leather hide, and grey to the size of a pit bull. It's shout was short, but longer than a pit bull, it had terrible eye sight and used smell to target its prey. Its eyes were small and beady, it had large wolf-like ears, its leg's were fairly long and slim for its size and build, it had a small tail and a mouth full of shark like teeth. The hellhound roared, it sounded like a pig squealing ,which ruined the effect , and leapt at Nyx. The hellhound pinned him to the ground with ease its jaws edging near his throat.

Blue Moon woke with a start, breathing heavily he looked around the tree-house and saw everyone was asleep. Damn these stupid nightmares! Blue moon thought angrily, How can I forgive and forget if I can't freaking forget?! He (along with his comrades and Twilights friends) was sleeping in the spare room at Twilights library/house.

"Stupid nightmares," Blue Moon snarled under his breath, "stupid pony mother and retarded pony universe." He tried to clench his fists but realized he didn't have one. Blue Moon took a deep breath, and got up from his sleeping bag on the floor.

He opened the door with his magic and left the room heading outside, I need to go for a walk, Blue Moon thought, yeah, a walk to grasp what the hell just happened in the last week. He'd done this many times, even before he came to Equestria to clear his head of his thoughts.

  After a while he came across a dense jungle, he walked across its some-what harsh terrain ( considering the fact that it was the middle of the night and about 70% of the animals were asleep.) He came across a large tree, bigger than all the other and he flew up to it. The branch was huge, big enough to hold his weight, I think and without another thought he rested on the branch and dozed off.

  "Blue Moon?" a voice called ripping the alicorn from its slumber, not that I'm complaining, He thought. His dreams were always about his past, and considering that his memories weren't all sunshine and rainbows, it was like rubbing salt on a open wound.

"Blue Moon?" a voice repeated sounding just as young but more high pitch, Blue Moon growled. He  turned and fell out the tree, but long before he could hit the bottom he extended his wings and began to flap. It three seconds he was hovering in the air glaring at three fillies who looked nervous and slightly afraid of waking the alicorn.

"W-w-well, Mr. Blue Moon, um ... we ah ..." the white unicorn stumbled blushing and looking embarrassed, the yellow earth pony just gulped but the some-what dark brown pegasus was not so easily frightened into submission. She glared back at him, "Twilight and the others are calling you," she began excitement sparking in her eyes, "its night mare night!" Blue Moon frowned,

"Sure, thanks whatever ..." her mumbled yawning a bit he shook his head and then took off, flying at speeds that shouldn't have been possible.

When he got there he realized something, first that everybo- er pony was wearing costumes and he wasn't, more importantly ; he wasn't wearing his helm! No wonder my head feels lighter he thought, then there was a flash of dark blue magic and his helm appeared on his head like it had never left. He had token his helm of to sleep because if you don't it makes you really unconvertible, obviously.

"Blue Moon? Is that you?" he heard somepony call, Blue moon turned to see Twilight running over to him wearing ... why is she wearing a bed sheet and an old-wizards hat? Light loving pony's, I tell you ...

"Yes it's me," Blue Moon said feeling uncomfortable and irritated, "now, good-bye." And with that he left intending to spend his time alone, but unfortunately Twilight wasn't going to give up easily.

"What's the matter? Are you upset?" She asked concerned, upset? Ha! Upset doesn't begin to cover it ... Blue Moon tried not to scowl,

"no, I just like being alone." He responded coolly, "so please let me be." Twilight frowned,

  "well, you look upset for some reason. Can you tell me why?"

Blue Moon scowled, "no, why the hell would I tell you if I was upset and/or why I was upset?" he snapped getting a bit annoyed, Twilight's frown deepened.

"Because we're friends." Twilight responded calmly, Blue Moon froze, suddenly Twilight's words echoing in his head.

"We. Are. Not. Friends." Blue Moon snarled, his wing fully extended, gritting his teeth he said every word slowly expelling his bottled up hate out with every word."I've never had a friend nor do I want one. Do you understand, Twilight?" Blue Moons wings were extended out as if he was going to take-off, eyes screamed malice, anger hate and pain. Twilight looked taken aback, shocked  and a little hurt to, she nodded,

"yes, but ... why?" She whispered with the feel of a scared and frightened child, Blue Moons scowled,

  "that's none you business Twilight Sparkle." He replied in a much calmer tone, and then her turned his back on her and left. Every-pony was staring at him, some looking shocked, other angry but all of them reverted the eyes when he glared back. Me, a friend? Blue Moon thought smiling without amusement, yeah right, like that's gonna happen.

    Blue moon was strolling through the out skirts of Ponyvile, Twilights words echoing in his head; because we’re friends.

Shut up. Blue Moon growled back, what the hell is wrong with these creatures? He thought angrily, is this friendship crap all they care about?  With these thoughts racing around in his head he wasn't watching where he was going and bumped into some pony.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Blue moon demanded irritated, “watch where you’re going you-!” he stopped n his track when he saw that the pony he had run into was Striker.

“What’s the matter bro? Having’ an off day?” Striker asked grinning, “Judging by how you reacted, I’m guessing you are. So what’s the matter?” Blue moon sighed and sat on the base of the statue that depicted his mother.

“Where do I start?” He asked wearily, “I've been sent to a universe of sunshine and rainbows where the dominant sentient species are horses and I just found out that my mother is some weirdo unicorn-Pegasus thing and know she’s sent me to a town where everyone wants to be my friend.” Striker grinned,

“What about me? Ain't I your friend?” He asked cheerfully, but Blue Moon could tell that he was worried that he may not be considered his friend. Why does everyone make a big deal out of friendship anyway? It’s not really a big deal … right?

  Blue Moon cleared his throat, “were comrades,” he corrected, “not friends.” He said the last word with sarcasm and a slight sneer to show just how … naive the idea of friendship is. Striker burst into a laughing fit. Blue Moon sneer turned into an annoyed scowl,

  “What the hell is so freaking funny?” he demanded angrily, he glared at his friend annoyance written across his face. Striker finally calmed down, but he was still grinning broadly and snickering a bit.

“What’s so funny?” Striker’s grin was so wide it must have been painful, “I’ll you whats funny, were not friends you say? We’re comrades? Ha! Do comrades hang out with each other and sleep over at each other’s house?” Blue Moon scowl deepened,

“Yes, sometimes,” he snapped, why do you always make freaking jokes? Can’t you take anything seriously?  Striker smirked,

“Alright, you had plenty of comrades at your mom’s royal night guard boot camp; did you hang out with them or have sleep-over with them? Well? Did you?” Blue Moon sighed; I guess he has a point.

“Sure alright, we’re friends.” He relented, “but I just met Twilight, she isn't my friend.” Striker grinned,

“Yet,” He corrected, “but considering that you’re going to sleep at her house and apologize to her, well, you defiantly going to become friends eventually.” His tone, though not threatening, implied he expected him to do as he said. Blue Moon sighed,

“Sure, I guess.” He replied nonchalantly, and so the two friends went to Twilights house. Striker wrapped his right hoof over Blue Moons shoulder and grinned,

“I Knew I could break you.” He said jokingly Blue Moon groaned,

  “Just shut-up, please.” He begged, Striker grin still refused to fade,

  “Sure think bro, whatever you say.”

(Mic Beat POV)

   Mic Beat was extremely frustrated waiting for Blue Moon to return, why, why did you have to freaking discharge?! He thought angrily glaring at his Mp3 player, which, thankfully, didn't respond.

“Um, excuse me Mic Beat, but how come Blue Moon and Striker aren’t here yet?” Fluttershy asked nervously, Mic Beat shrugged,

“I don’t know but when they come I’m going to give Blue Moon a piece of my mind!” At that moment the door was pushed open, Blue moon and Striker walked in real casual-like. Mic Beat was going to chew-out Blue Moon, but after looking him in the eye his bravado faded.

  “Where in equestria were you?!” Twilight demanded glaring at the two of them,

   Striker grinned sheepishly but Blue Moon stared back impassively.

  “We were hanging out and stuff,” Striker replied quickly, “where’s every pony else?” Twilights scowl faded,

“There in the kitchen helping bake the cupcake, apple, and gem pie.” She told them with a flicker of a smile, Blue Moon turned,

“Excuse me?” he asked poker faced, Twilight grinned,

  “Come on, you’ll see.”

“Those light loving’ ponies,” Strike muttered so only Blue Moon could hear, Blue Moon face returned to an impassive expression.

  “What did I just tell you?”

  Striker grinned, “What can I say? I’m talkative!” Blue Moon rolled his eyes,

  “What else is new?” he asked sarcastically, Striker gasped as if Blue Moon had just cussed,

  “Is that sarcasm moony? There might be hope for you yet!” He said with mock surprise.

  They followed Twilight to the kitchen where every pony was hard at work making cupcakes, apple pies … was that dragon putting rubies on his cake? Striker stopped abruptly, Twilight, Blue Moon, and Mic Beat turned to face him,

   “What’s wrong?” Twilight asked worriedly, “Is there nothing you like? If so I can make something for you, anything! I’ll-“Mic Beat cut her off,

   “Wow, and I thought I wasn't comfortable with other people!” he commented, Striker laughed.

   “Dude, why do keep sneaking up on us?” He asked grinning; Mic beat frowned at him,

“I wasn’t sneaking, I trying to ask Blue Moon dude over here to recharge my Mp3 player!” He grinned at Blue Moon, “Sooo, can you recharge my Mp3 player? Please?”  Twilight stared at him like he was speaking Japanese (well actually she’s a pony so she probably thought it was Alien.)

“What’s an Mp3 player?” she asked frowning, Blue Mon Scowled at Mic Beat who was rubbing his head sheepishly,

“Just because you said that I ain’t gonna charge you stupid Mp3 player, beside you need to interact with ponies more.” Blue Moon snapped at him, Mic Beat looked outraged.

“Me?! Interact with ponies more?!” He demanded, clearly outraged, “You hypocrite! You never interact with ponies, who are to tell me I need to be more social?” Twilight looked even more nervous than before, Blue Moon sighed,

  “It’s just for one night man, you can handle that right?” Striker was about to retort but suddenly his mouth was zipped shut, literally. Blue Moon had shut the crippled Pegasus with a magic zipper. “And besides you need to get your wing brace oiled again because you haven’t been using your wings at all!” Twilight blinked,

“Wing brace?” he asked clearly confused, “is that like a leg brace or something? Why would Striker need- Oh …” realization dawned on her face, “Um, let’s go … to the kitchen, now.” Neither colt neither argued nor spoke as they both followed the lavender unicorn as she led them towards the kitchen.