Ghost Pony Rider: The Dark Ones

[Canterlot. The Next Day.]

  The news of a burned down PonyVille swept Equestria by storm. It spread faster then a pack of rabbits. Soon, all of Equestria knew Ghost Pony Rider's name and what he was capable of. Blood, death, and destruction are what ponies thought of when his name came up. They were half right about him. Ghost Pony Rider knew he would never win the trust of Equestria back after his little temper tantrum. The whole world knew he was monster then. He was used to being feared though, he didn't like it but he was used to it. Ghost Pony Rider was welcomed by Princess Celestia and Luna to stay at the castle so they and the mane six can try and clear his name. If he needed to go out, he needed to wear a cloak. He also needed to hide his chain inside the cloak to avoid suspicion. Today, he needed to get supplies to fix his chain. It was getting rusty and battle damaged and it needed to be fixed. Canterlot's marketplace was somewhat full for the day. Most of the stores are indoors so it made Ghost Pony Rider nervous. He never was an indoor person. He was more out going and loved to run in the wilderness. The feeling of the wind against his skull made his day. Ghost Pony Rider needed to hold his hood to keep it from flying off because of the wind. It was bad enough that Equestria was afraid of him, but it would even worse if he ran into the rioters who wanted him executed for causing so much destruction. Unfortunately, some of those ponies were inside Canterlot. So being seen as himself was out of the question. He decided to use the bits he earned from his contracts to help get himself some new gear. Ghost Pony Rider didn't notice he walked into an arms dealers shop. Swords and guns ran across the walls like video game shop. Ghost Pony Rider felt like a kid in a candy store. He went to the front desk where he was met by the dealer. His voice deep and full of pride.

"Welcome to Ammu-Nation! I'm Kurter. What ya need son?"

"I need something, powerful." Ghost Rider says leaning in.

  Kurter leaned in as well and gave a concerned look. It was like he was asked this before. Ghost Pony Rider looks behind him and sees it. It was a single barrel shotgun that looked like it belonged in a western movie. Ghost Pony Rider's skull smiled under the hood of the cloak as he turned his attention back towards Kurter. Ghost Pony Rider pulls out his bit bag and proceeds to place a hundred bits on the table and points at the shotgun. Kurter looks back and smiles. He takes the bits and takes the shotgun off the wall. He wraps it in a bax and gives to Ghost Rider.

"You and I will get along just fine."

  Ghost Pony Rider hurried to his best ability to try and get back to his room without leaving a trail of fire behind him. He opened and slammed the door behind him with a small chuckle. He ripped open the package like a child on his birthday. He held the shotgun in his hoof with pride. He then gets an idea. Ghost Pony Rider concentrates his powers and focuses it into the shotgun. The shotgun begins to transform into a demonic looking shotgun with silver looking metal and fire coming from ever hole. A small roar erupted Ghost Pony Rider as he completed the process. He then threw off his hood to observe the shotgun with his own eye sockets. a small smile on his jaw. This new weapon would help him in the future when killing The Dark Ones. He wanted to make those bastards pay for what they did to him. Mostly, her. Black Head was Ghost Pony Riders main agenda to drag to hell. Death Trap and Stroke he could care less about. Black Head was priority. She would die for what she has done to ponies and for what she did to Marible. He would be certain of that.

"Watch out you grey bitch...I'm coming for you."

  Ghost Pony Rider then hears a small cough come from behind him. He hides the shotgun in his jacket as he turns to see Princess Luna standing at his door, a confused look on her face.

"Oh...uh...come in princess." he says bowing.

  With respect for her royalty shown, Luna walks into the room with a small smile. Although she appreciates the gesture, Luna felt as though it was needed for him. She pats him on the shoulder and reassures him.

"No need for the bowing Rider, I'm your friend."

  Ghost Pony Rider nods and him and Luna look into the night sky. Ghost Riders fire illuminating the dark room.

"Your going for revenge aren't you?" Luna asks.

  Ghost Pony Rider went wide eyed and answered with a grunt.

"You know revenge isn't your thing right?"

"I know. It isn't for revenge though." he says narrowing his eyes.

  Luna gives Ghost Pony Rider a questioning look. If it wasn't for revenge, what was it for?

"Its for the ponies they've killed over their years."

  Luna giving an agreeing nod and departed the room with a friendly goodbye to Ghost Pony Rider. He was left in the room alone with his thoughts. He then thought of something to do. His anger is what made him lose control the first time. If he happened to control it, he could use it to his advantage. Ghost Pony Rider crossed his legs and straightened his back. He placed his arms on top of his knees. He then started channeling energy from his powers. His fire began to grow crimson, he could feel his anger build. His skull started to become black and red pupils formed inside his eye sockets. Soon fire grew inside the room, soon the entire room was engulfed in flames. However, nothing was catching on fire. He was doing it, he was controlling his anger. Ghost Pony Rider started softly chanting some unknown phrase. The fire began shrinking and his skull returned to normal. It was done, their would be no playing with his emotions the next time he met The Dark Ones. He did realize, it was war. He had to be the survivor.