Der Metzger Herr Messer

I carried Aryanne across my chest like a rifle. Two arms crossed over eachother locked the mare up and kept her from squirming. She kept quiet and let me carry her towards the address I'd got from her. The long walk from the main street down a private walkway up towards a manor felt extremely long when placed against the lack of rain and the lavish presentation of the walkway and the surrounding gardens.

I carried the silent mare towards the three story monstrosity nestled in the urban mess of Canterlot. I felt myself transgress into a feeling I'd left far behind. The hate boiled up through my veins as I carried the sullen mare towards the manor. Each of my steps thundered away and dug into the ground.

I made my way through the walk and up to the main door. I set the mare down and took hold of the handle. I looked down at the ashamed mare and shook my head. My ire was not for her, but my rage needed direction.

The door opened slowly. "Yes?" A tiny red mare with a swastika over a harp peeked through the door. I felt my stomach churn as a few other ponies inside turned and looked at me. Each of them wore swastikas, each of them was young, and each of them was an earth pony.

I felt my skin grow cold as a man in a thin blue jacket walked towards the door. "Who is there? Another willing to--" The human stopped dead and locked his eyes on me. "Lukas?"

A man burned from my past, dug out like a tick, had wormed his way back into my life. I felt my body burn as Aryanne pushed past me and into the manor. "This is him...." Aryanne hung her head low. "I'm sorry...." She dropped her head before him. "I'm sorry...I couldn't stay away...."

This monster, this man, this human being that dug his way into Equestria was being apologized to by the mare I carried in my arms. I wouldn't stand for it. I wouldn't tolerate it. And I wouldn't let this continue. On this day I would come crashing back down to cases settle years ago, and I would finalize the pain and suffering that had been dealt to me, and return it in kind to a man poisoning the minds and preaching hate to the little mare I walked with.

I forced the door open and carefully moved the red mare aside. The man backed away. "Lukas! You're here...you can help me. Help me and we can live in the world we always wanted!" He smiled wide and held his hands out as I stepped forward through the marble coated room.

Aryanne stepped away. "Mr. Messer?" I looked down to her, and within her eyes I saw pleading. "Mr. Messer...please don't."

I felt my body ache as the mare spoke. Such a fragile, stupid thing, begging me to let her continue on down a path of ruin and voiceless lies. I pulled my sleeves up and pointed to my tattoo. I pointed to the man in the jacket then.

Aryanne's eyes watered as she looked between us. "Mr. Messer...I'm sorry. Please--"

I shook my head, walked over to her, and held her steady for a moment. I looked deep into her eyes and braced myself. "Old scores...." The pain in my throat reminded me all too much of the man in the jacket, and our last meeting. I felt my chest shake from the razor like pain ripping into my chest and throat. I took a deep breath and tried to ignore the death-rattle I'd acquired.

I let out a raspy, hollowed, growl as the man in the jacket backed away from me. The man in the jacket put his hands up. "You never believed! You were there, but you lied and you refused to do what we said! This was not my fault Lukas!" He put his hands against me as I stood before him, surrounded by little ponies in black crosses. The man below me shook his head. "Lukas...please--"

I crushed him. I split his skull with a punch, and sent him crying to the floor as he bled out his ears. I stepped back and watched as he twitched and jerked on the floor. The tattoo on his arm showed itself as his sleeves rode up during his seizure. The ponies around me were screaming like mad, the cries of murder and hate dug into my skin.

I looked down at the dying man. His pockets stuffed with the stickers forced against each pony's personality, his eyes blood red as the banners had once been. I turned away silently and looked towards Aryanne. She sat with a simple frown as the others raced to check on the dying man.

She looked up at me, not scared, not confused, but disappointment. I dropped onto my knees and gave her one last hug. I held her tight, counted to three, then let go with the softest grace of her head with my fingertips. Her frown burned me deep, and as I sat there waiting for my end, I felt nothing but unsatisfied revenge and the scorn of a mare who needed me.

I looked to the door, yet did not move. The little white mare wasn't going to stop me, yet it was her that kept me locked. The little white mare was to be mine, if only in lessons taught from my actions. I ran my hand over my tattoo, and waited for the guard.