The Judge, Jury, Executioner
in the kitchen with corpses....
time: 17:33
location: unknown
computerized journal
username: the_cleaner
entry: #222-337-A
Filth. That's what this insane world has become. It's forever drowning in blood and shit, day in, day out. Not literally, metaphorically. But when i look around, what do i see? murder. Countless innocent lives taken by psychopathic people, the worst part being that some ENJOY it! they may be insane, but they know what they are doing... WHY they do it. And the most horrible part is they still do it anyway!. so many innocent lives taken, so much potential wasted...no more i will take no more. I will scour the world of this filth.
All is ready. I have trained myself in just about every martial art, honed my skills, numbed my sense of pain. I have enhanced my body and i am ready for ALL events that could happen. All my tools are ready. Check once more... scalpels, blades, guns, spare blades, flash bangs,frag grenades, adrenaline, carving knives,map,tranquilizer darts,poison, brass knuckles,crossbow (compact, hunting-level),tear gas, bullets, more knives (just in case), clothes (with inner Kevlar)... Yes... everything is in place... i am ready to fight back against the killers, i am ready to avenge those who were murdered with no valid reason.... i'm ready to clean up the planet. sic vis pacem para bellum...
time: 19:30
location: pinkie's basement
date: October 25th 2012
It is late, Luna's night sky lighting up the world of Equestria as we approach Ponyville, population 457. All the lights are off in the town as everyone (or everypony as they say) sleeps, lights off and windows shut as everypony dreams good,peaceful dreams... aside from a single, solemnly lit room in the base of Sugar Cube Corner, where the element of laughter, pinkie pie, is residing with Twilight Sparkle, well-known pony... yet soon to be a dead one.
"Goodbye Twilight..." Pinkamena, the insane baking butcher, giggled to herself as she gazed upon her latest 'Cupcakes' masterpiece. Twilight Sparkle, her ex-friend and element of magic, lay strapped to a table, her horn smashed off, internal organs missing and her blood coating the entire place, like the bodies of so many others had done. Her incredibly badly mutilated remains had her head slumped down, staring at the floor as if asking 'why? Why did this happen?'
"Too bad you're dead... you would have really liked the taste of my new batch of cupcakes. oh well... time to get to work!" and with that, the mad party mare placed her bloodied knife on the mobile tray behind her and grabbed a needle,thread and stuffing from an adjacent shelf and began to stuff the corpse, cleaning out the leftover bits of organ, flesh, fat and blood out before cramming stuffing into each and every nook and cranny of the carcass. It was hard, heavy work and took almost two hours to complete, but just before the time hit midnight, she finished.
Lifting up the corpse, she trotted over to a row where a few other statue-like corpses were, some with expressions of pure terror on their faces, others with a puzzled expression. Either way, they had each met the same brutally grim fate at the hands of the crazy baking butcher. Twilight's corpse was shoved in between the corpse of a young stallion and the body of Mr Cake himself, secretly murdered by Pinkamena and his organs served to his wife in the form of cupcakes.
"Phew, all done! now you can join the party!" chirped the psychotic pink mare as she chatted to Twilight's lifeless body as if it was still living, breathing and talking. She smiled warmly, remembering that applejack was next, and went over to a small sink, humming a small tune as she washed off her bloody hooves. Unbeknownst to her, a creature was coming in from the back. This creature wore a T-shirt with a white skull drawn onto it and two smaller skulls on it's jeans knees. As it neared the back door, it used one of it's two forward appendages to slide out a strange device and pick open the lock, entering like a silent angel of wrath and vengeance.
Sliding through the empty halls, he realized that the mother of the two foals had participated in her husband's murder and subsequent body destruction. Moving more like a ghost than a living thing, he opened the door to be greeted by the sight of a sleeping Mrs Cake. He grinned.
"This will only hurt a little... what comes next... more so." whispered the cleaner as his twin knives came singing out of their respective sheathes.
By now, Pinkie had made her way out of the basement and was greeted with the pitch-black darkness of the restaurant, just like she had left it. As she flicked on the light switch, the lower floors, as well as Pinkie's grizzly cargo, were illuminated. Balanced on her back was a tray of Twilight's muscles, fat and meat, the key ingredients for her cupcakes recipe. Once in the kitchen, she began the mixing of the batter, followed by cutting up the meat and adding it to the batter before, last of all, baking them.
The moment after the oven door shut, a loud, messy *THUMP* was heard and Pinkie span around, knife raised in readiness for a second batch of her deadly-icous cupcakes. But no, it was merely Mrs Cake, but she looked as if she had fallen down the stairs. Lowering her knife, Pinkie called "Mrs Cake?" .No response. Feeling worried that she was unconscious, she trotted over to the body of Mrs cake.... and what she saw made her gasp in horror.
Mrs Cake was dead. Her tongue had been ripped out and crimson blood sprayed out of her mouth, which had been slashed to lengthen it into a creepy, clown-like smile. Her rib cage was broken open, all her organs torn out or slashed to bits, her eyes were dangling by her optical nerves and her cutie marks had been violently sliced off and blood leaked from them like gas from a punctured balloon. On her back, a message was carved into it, blood still leaking from the wounds. it read 'revenge is sweeter than cupcakes'.
To Pinkamena, it meant one thing:i'm gonna kill ya!. However it may have been a surprise, she dragged the lifeless body to the cellar entrance and chucked it in, hearing the crunch of bone on concrete. Moments later, she felt a huge kick smash into her spine, catching her and sending her down the hard stone stairs, feeling each and every smash and whack as she cried out in pain from both the stairs and the brutal spinal kick. She finally hit the floor with a thud and tried not to cry out. She was disorientated, dizzy, wounded and surprised. As she tried to get her bearings, heaving herself up, she saw a dark entity moving forward, then she was lifted up and found herself looking into the thing's face.
The creature's face was completely hidden, except for his eyes which could be seen through a slit in the mask he wore. His eyes were an ocean blue, but there was no sign of any soul in his eyes. There was only rage, malice and a soulless fury from someone who had seen much death in his many years. A mask covered much of his face, but it could not disguise his insanely sharp eyes.
"Get up!" the creature barked as he threw her to the floor, knocking the wind from her lungs. "Get up so i can fight you properly!". the voice was male, and by the sound of it, incredibly furious.
Pinkamena shook her head, clearing the haze of impact and growled angrily. Who the hell was this guy, breaking into her own home and attacking her after murdering her friend?. She ought to put him in his place. But before she could land a single blow, the man moved, punching her across her face, shoving it sideways as she reeled back from the hit. A brutal kick landed on her guts, doubling her over, then another punch, this time with a headbutt,hurled her into her restraining table.
"AUGH!" she exclaimed as she smashed into the table, attempting to get up, but slipping on the blood and feeling a rain of punches come down on her. The trespasser was not letting up, for good reason as he knew precisely what she was capable of, and didn't want to give her a chance. A uppercut sent her head jerking back, then a knee to the chest knocked out her wind. Coughing, she doubled over, only to be kicked in the teeth and then punched in the throat. She lay there, slumped against the table, coughing blood as the male circled slowly.
"My,my how the mighty have fallen..." he laughed then mockingly spat at her "Not so high and mighty now are 'ya bitch!"
But pinkie wasn't done fighting yet. By Celestia, she would not go down against this...thing and if she did die, she wasn't going to make it easy for him. Subtly, she grasped her knife and readied herself to strike. When he came in to finish her..."now!" she mentally screamed as she charged, aiming for the man's exposed jugular vein.
