Part 1: Bloody Beginnings
If you’re ever considering going into the profession I’m in, one rule you need to know is “wash the hell out of your hooves and wings.” You know, if you have time to. Of course, you often only have a few seconds to execute your objective and get out of there before any cops show up. But if you do have time, make sure you get washed. Because let me tell you, it’s incredibly difficult to fly at top speed when your feathers are soaked in blood.
Ah damn I forgot to introduce myself. The name’s Rainbow Dash, the fastest flyer in Equestria, and, as of late, the most notorious serial killer as well. Yeah that wasn’t a mistranslation. I’m a murderer, and I hate to say it... but I’m proud of it, too. Now I DO NOT hurt innocent ponies, okay? That’s not how I roll. My targets are criminals. Murderers, rapists, escaped convicts, even down to the most petty of robbers. THOSE are my targets. Alright, so I don’t go as far as killing the most petty of robbers. Though I do enjoy taking the time to put a nice scare into those from time to time, I often focus on the big threats to the safety of Equestrians.
You’re probably wondering how this whole thing started. Well, there’s no cops on my tail right now, so I guess I’ve got time for that story....
It was late one night at Ponyville. I’d hurt my wing kinda bad that day practicing some new tricks, and I would be grounded until the next day, so I was walking from Sweet Apple Acres back to Twilight’s huge tree castle thing. I wasn’t too thrilled about that castle at first, and I especially didn’t like how Princess Celestia wanted me, Twilight, and all our friends to live in it permanently. Cloudsdale is my true home, after all. But after checking out the castle and where I would sleep, I was amazed. It was roomy, the bed was comfy as hell, and there was already a plethora of Wonderbolts memorabilia in it, just like my home in Cloudsdale. I still wasn’t going to live in that castle on a permanent basis, but it still seemed like somewhere I wouldn’t mind staying if I got grounded for some reason. (I get injured while flying a lot, if you can believe that. That’s just how a daredevil rolls.)
So, like I was saying, I was on my way there from Sweet Apple Acres. Again, it was really late, and there was almost nopony out on the streets I was cantering down. I might not look like it, but there are occasions when I enjoy a nice, quiet stroll with nopony around, no sounds, just me and the quiet plodding sound my hooves make. (I can’t let anypony know that, of course. I’ve got a reputation to maintain.) The only problem was the exact time and place that I had decided to take this stroll. While walking down one of the empty streets, I thought I heard something. I turned around quickly and got ready to defend myself. And I had quite a fight in front of me, for the source of the sound was... a can that fell in an alley and was rolling about.
“Probably just a cat,” I told myself as I calmed down. I then turned around and was about to walk off, but it was then that I suddenly felt two hooves grip me, one around my neck and one around my mouth, and pull me into the alley.
“I ain’t no cat, little missy,” the stallion who gripped me said. Right off the bat, I could tell two things about him. One, he was totally a creeper. Don’t ask me how exactly I knew that, but I could just tell from the tone of his voice. There’s just something indescribable about that voice you hear from the criminals on Peace and Harmony: Special Victims Unit that you can always make out. (You know, that cop show that shows both the criminal getting arrest and the court case. NO! I don’t watch that show! I was... in the same room when Twilight had it on once.) Plus there was the fact that he was levitating a knife to my throat, which is how I figured out the second thing about him, which was he was a unicorn. I tried making him loosen his grip but the knife was pressed firmly against my neck, the blade drawing a little bit of blood. He let his hoof down away from my mouth but the knife was still against my skin so screaming my lungs out was not an option. Time to pull out the big guns…. by boasting.
“You’d better let me go,” I said, trying to sound tough. “I’m friends with Princess Twilight Sparkle, you know!”
“Are you now?” the stallion asked, and I could tell he was smiling. He rubbed my belly which normally would have felt good if I actually LIKED him but this rub felt… rough. Very aggressive. This… did not bode well for me. “Tell you what. You let me do my thing, and I won’t go after your friends next.”
He did NOT just threaten my friends! That was it. It was fighting back time, knife against my throat or not. I head butt the stallion right in the nose and heard the crunching sound of his nose being broken…. To be honest that sound nowadays makes me get a small rush.
“YOU DO NOT THREATEN MY FRIENDS!” I roared at him before he tackled me.
“Who are you to tell me otherwise?!” he asked as he pinned me to the ground. I saw his horn light up, indicating that he was about to levitate his knife back to him. Quickly, I gave him another headbutt, and I know for a fact this one hurt. But I couldn’t leave it at that. Twilight and Applejack had given me one or two self-defense lessons in the past, just in case I found myself in a situation I couldn’t quite handle through my standard means. (Kicking, flying, and bragging, to be exact.) I didn’t pay much attention, of course, but one lesson that did stick out was how to disable a unicorn’s magic. While the stallion was stunned, I quickly removed my hoof from underneath his and punched him as hard as I could right on his horn. Unless this guy was tough and had some rigorous magic training (which I could tell he wasn’t and didn’t), his magic would be out of the picture for the time being. A few minutes would be all I needed to run out of there, make a beeline for the castle, and warn Twilight of the situation, right? Honestly, that plan would have worked. Unless he quickly recovered, gripped my tail with his teeth, and pulled me back into the alley, nearly throwing me into the wall. So much for running while the damage dealt was small. (For me, at least.)
I turned and saw the angry expression on the stallion’s face. I knew this guy wouldn’t stop hounding after me and that the royal guard would more or less be wondering about my dead body if I ran away… but I DON’T run away. I charged him and was primed to tackle him to the ground and proceed to knock him unconscious, but I had to stop myself just before I leapt when I saw that he had picked his knife back up with his hoof and was getting ready to jump at me with it. I quickly changed tactics and got ready to defend myself from his charge. He leapt right at me, knife leg outstretched. A little known fact about pegasi is that we have a natural flow and rhythm in our movements. As gay as that sounds, it does come in handy in situations like this. Without missing a beat, I gripped his knife hoof right at the midsection of his leg with one of my hooves, and used my other hoof to knock the knife to the side. I then turned around and gave him a solid kick that knocked him backwards quite a bit. I then picked up the knife that fell out of his hoof. To this day, I have no idea what I was originally going to do with that knife. Maybe hold it to him and force him to surrender and turn himself in or something? I don’t know. All I do know is what I wound up doing with that knife. Despite getting knocked so far backwards, the guy charged at me once again. I tried to hold my hoof out to stop him, but it was in that split second that I forgot what was being held in that hoof.
SHINK was the only noise I heard, and it was right then that realization dawned on me. The guy had an expression on his face that was well beyond startled and probably closer to “Holy crap, that did not just happen.” Both of us looked down at the same time to see that, sure enough, the knife was lodged in his chest, all the way down to the hilt. I pulled the knife out at the same time that he backed away, blood already pouring out of the wound. He tried to use his hooves to stop the bleeding, but to no avail. While he struggled with his wound, I could only look down at the blade. Coated in fresh blood. But more than that, coated in blood that I drew from this guy. I was the one who stabbed him. I was the one who looked up for just a moment to see the guy twitching and squirming. He was about to scream when I placed a hoof in his mouth. Is that a little sadistic? Possibly. But I was panicking, and I REFUSED to go to jail for one dead rapist’s little filly scream.
I knew I couldn’t just keep my hoof on his mouth until he finally left this world, though. Either that, or some hidden insanity took hold of me, but either way, I realized that he needed to go as soon as possible. So I raised the knife and stabbed him again, this time right in his jugular vein. I pulled the knife out, and instantly blood started gushing all over the place. Then I stabbed him again, and again... and again... I’m pretty sure at least the last three of the nine total times I stabbed him, he was already dead. But I just had to make sure. After the ninth stab, this one to the side of his head, I let go of the knife, just letting it sit there, lodged into this stallion who had just tried to rape me. And then realization dawned on me again. I had just killed this guy. Even if he was a criminal, even if he did deserve to die, I was the one who killed him! Never in a zillion years did I think I was capable of such a thing, but the evidence was right there in front of me. I felt lightheaded, time seemed to slow down to a crawl, I didn’t know what to do. I was smart enough to take the knife out of the guy so the cops couldn’t dust it for hoof prints or something like that, but beyond that, I was at a loss. I honestly couldn’t do anything with the body. My wing was still injured, so I wasn’t flying out of there with him. There was no way I was just going to trot out of that alley with a bloodied body that was stabbed nine times on my back. My only option was to leave him there. Leave him there and hope there was no evidence around to trace the killer back to me.
With the knife hidden under my good wing, I got out of that alley as fast as I could and made my way to the river so I could wash the blood off of me. I was considering washing the knife as well, but it probably would have been a better idea to just hide it in a rock under the water. In most cop shows, the criminals always bury the knife hoping no one would find it. If the knife was found, though, those guys were screwed. Hiding it in a river, though, with the water rushing over it, wearing away the blood and hoofprints, that was a good idea.
“Oh dear Celestia, what have I become?” I thought to myself as I looked for a river or stream. Luck was on my side that day as I found a stream that had some decent sized rocks. I picked one up and hid the knife under it. To this day that knife is still there best to my knowledge. Either it’s there or somepony looked at it before putting it back nicely... which I doubt.
Afterwards, I proceeded to wash the blood off of myself. Fortunately, the blood was still fresh, so it came out easily. But there was still a lot of it on me. My forehooves were the most badly coated, followed by my chest. Somehow, though, my mane kept clean. At least one good thing happened there.
Wow. I just killed a pony, and I’m happy that his blood didn’t get on my mane. Is this what rock bottom feels like?
Either way, I got clean, got out of the river, shook myself dry as best I could (I could just say I fell in on accident later), and started making my way to the castle. But I stopped before I got very far. “I’m not seriously going back to the castle, am I?” I thought to myself. “Even if the blood’s off my hooves in a literal sense, it’s still there figuratively.” Wonderful. Now I had nowhere to go. Curse you, conscience.
So there I stood, right next to the stream, not even a hundred yards away from Ponyville. But even then, it felt so far away. The lightheadedness returned, my heart began racing, my mind was struggling to figure out a way to get out of this situation that didn’t involve me getting arrested. Or worse, losing my friends.
It was then that I felt a sharp pain on the back of my head. Like somepony had just struck me with a club or other blunt object with full force. I tried to turn around to confront my hidden assailant, but with how hard he hit me combined with how much I was panicking prior, I almost instantly lost consciousness.
And that... was the night I met him.
Where was I in my story? Let’s see... flight injury, attempted rape, killed the guy, hid the knife, got knocked unconscious... ah. Here we are.
I woke up slowly, but even though my eyes were open, my vision swam. I strained to right my eyes, and when I did, I found that I was in a small and very dimly-lit room, sitting at a table. That was the first thing I noticed. The second thing I noticed was that I was tied to the chair I was sitting at. I struggled to escape my bonds, but it was no good. The ropes around me wouldn’t budge.
My struggling did seem to make a bit of noise, however. The only real reason I noted this was the fact that I heard a Germaneian-accented voice say “Ah, good. You’re awake.” I turned to the source of the voice to see a cloaked pony walking towards the other side of the table. Without wasting a second, he took a seat across from me. “And here I was starting to fear that I hit you too hard.”
“So that was you!” I shouted, starting to struggle harder against the ropes that bound me.
“Don’t waste your breath,” he said to me. “Those ropes are enchanted.” His hood started to glow a dark purple and was pulled back slightly. Not enough to reveal his face with the way the light was angled behind him, but enough to reveal a grey horn with a dark purple aura to it. “And even then, if you were to escape, where would you plan on going afterwards? You have blood on your hooves, after all.”
I instantly froze. “How do you know about that?” I asked.
“You didn’t really think you and that stallion were the only ones out earlier, did you? Plus, you were making quite a bit of noise.”
I was quiet for a moment. “Why am I here?” I finally asked, deciding that it was a better idea to cut to the chase rather than beat around the bush.
“Well I couldn’t leave you out there and let the authorities apprehend you, could I?” the stallion replied. Yeah, this guy was starting to get on my nerves.
“The real reason,” I said, trying to make my voice as stern as possible. “I can tell that you didn’t knock me unconscious and tie me to a chair out of the kindness of your heart.”
The stallion chuckled before taking a seat across from me. “What I just said was true,” he said. “I didn’t want to let the authorities apprehend you. But I believe what you’re looking for are my reasons, so I suppose the least I can do is indulge you.” He was silent for an uncomfortable amount of time before continuing. “You’re a good pony, Rainbow Dash. You’d do almost anything to protect those in need. Almost. There are limits to how far a good pony will go. But you... you’ve just crossed the line that defines those limits. You took the life of another pony.”
“He deserved it!” I abruptly shouted, startling both him and me. “He tried to rape me, and even if I managed to get away from him, there was a good chance he’d just move on to the next unsuspecting mare, and-”
“Try to control your outbursts, Miss Dash,” the stallion interrupted. “At least until I’m finished speaking. You didn’t just take the life of a pony, you took the life of a criminal.” For some reason, I could feel him smiling under his hood. “That’s something even the so-called ‘Equestria’s finest’ doesn’t even have the courage to do.”
After he didn’t speak for a little while, I decided to speak up. “What’s your point?”
“My point, Rainbow Dash, is that Equestria needs somepony like you,” he continued. “Somepony who isn’t afraid to get her hooves bloody to ensure the safety of innocent lives.”
“Am I being offered a job?” I asked.” A job that involves killing ponies?”
“Criminals, Miss Dash,” he corrected. “I’m offering you a job killing criminals. The scum of Equestria who are doing nothing but bringing innocent lives down with them on a daily basis.”
I honestly couldn’t believe this guy. He was talking about killing ponies like it was nothing. True, he did have a valid argument with how the ponies he wanted dead were criminals and that he was trying to ensure the safety of other ponies just trying to go about their lives in a normal manner, but still, murder is murder... right?
“The answer is no,” I said flatly. “I killed that guy out of self-defence. I’m never going to do it again.”
“Are you sure about that?” the stallion asked. “Tell me, what did you feel as you drove that knife through your assailant’s chest?”
“I felt...” I started, quickly realizing that I had begun to sweat. “I felt anger. Nothing but anger towards that guy. He wanted to do horrible things to me, and I was angry about that. Angry enough to kill him... I wanted him dead more than anything else in the world right then. I felt that way for a moment, and then... and then I felt remorse. I couldn’t believe what I’d just done. I... I felt dizzy after all was said and done, and...” It took me until I said that last sentence to realize that I was starting to hyperventilate. “I didn’t want to kill him, but... but I had to.”
“And why did you have to kill him?” the stallion asked. “What could have possibly made you out of all ponies want to take the life of another?”
“I already told you, he tried to rape me,” I replied.
“Is that the only reason, though?” he asked.
I was quick to try to reply “yes,” but my thoughts were quicker. I stopped myself before the word could escape as I began to think about his question. Was that the only reason? “Yes” felt like the obvious choice, but something kept me from saying it.
“I take it that’s a no,” he continued. He then got up and walked around the table to where I was sitting. “You aren’t like other ponies, Rainbow Dash. You aren’t normal. You have, in medical terms, a sick and twisted mind. Deep down, you have the desire to bring harm, even death, upon your fellow ponies. You’ve managed to keep it subdued your whole life up to this point, but now that you’ve finally acted on that desire, there’s no more subduing it.” He paused for a moment for a reason I didn’t know, though it likely could have been simply dramatic effect. He then leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “You’re a murderer, Rainbow Dash.”
“No… no I… I just did in self-defense. I-I didn’t enjoy it!” I tried to explain but the stallion just chuckled at this.
“I get it. This is something you’ve never done before and honestly I can understand why. A member of the Wonderbolts, Element of Loyalty, and now a member of the Council of…. please tell me this wasn’t your idea to call it this, the Council of Friendship?”
If there was one thing he and I could agree on at this point, it was that “Council of Friendship” was an incredibly stupid name. It didn’t make me feel better about the whole situation, but at least there was something... not murder-ey in the conversation now. “Just make your point so I can bust out of here already, will ya?” I finally said.
“My point is that you are going to kill again!” he suddenly shouted, stomping his hoof on the ground. “You’ve tasted blood, and now you’re going to want more! If this desire of yours isn’t aimed in the right direction, you’re going to start murder innocent ponies!”
“I would never do that!” I shouted back.
“And are you willing to take that chance?” he replied. This actually shut me up for a moment. “I know you’ve seen enough primetime crime dramas to have a general idea of how a criminal’s mind works. You know that they have no remorse, no sympathy, they just keep killing and they can’t stop. Do you want to wind up like one of them?”
“I... I won’t wind up like them,” I replied, but my reply sounded much weaker out loud than it did in my head.
“You’re still not understanding, Rainbow Dash,” he said while shaking his head and turning away from me. “Let me guess, at this very moment, you wish you could break out of your bonds, tackle me to the ground, and silence me so that you don’t have to hear any more of my warnings.”
“I’m honestly considering it,” I replied, only after the fact realizing what I said.
I heard him chuckling to himself softly before turning around to face me again. “Then you see what I’m trying to tell you,” he said. “You see that you still want to kill and there’s no way for you to stop yourself. I could easily untie you, let you kill me so you wouldn’t have to put up with me anymore, and then let you be on your merry way. But what happens after that? You've killed two ponies now. The third could just be minding her own business before you happen upon her sometime tomorrow. She never did anything wrong, she just crossed your path at the wrong time. Her blood would be on your hooves... and you have nopony to blame but yourself.”
I was silent as I processed everything he had just said. Could what he was saying be true? Am I really a murderer? I’m going to kill again? And keep killing? No, that couldn't be. But what if he was right? Back to one of his previous questions, was I really willing to take that chance? After another moment of tossing these questions around in my head, I finally looked up at him with a serious expression and replied.
“I’ll do it,” I said firmly. After I said that, I once more could feel him smiling. Did his smile give off some sort of detectable energy? Either way, it was an unsettling feeling.
“Good,” he replied. “I’m glad you were able to see things my way.” I then felt his magic undoing my binds. “Countless lives will be saved by your decision.”
“Yeah yeah I get it. So when do we start um… whoever you are?” I asked the stallion who just chuckled.
“Why, I believe we already have. My name is Silhouette, and allow me to welcome you to the beginning of a better tomorrow for Equestria.”
Author's Note
Silhouette... isn't there just something about that guy you don't like?
By the way, yes, Rainbow Dash IS the kind of pony who would watch L&W and such.
