I sat, awaiting the families of those who had their young ones killed by me. I would kill them both, in a single fluid motion. I would find them, and cover myself in the blood of a dead manticore, who I killed using its own tail. I would then lead them astray from the path and kill them by simply picking up two rocks in one motion, and throw them towards their heads.

The Element of Generosity, and the Element of Honesty would die today. Then my murder spree could move to town. I would kill the Element of Kindness, and then Laughter. Loyalty would go next. And then Pretty Miss Sparkle would die as well as her little brat. Lead the dragon to a back alley, and then ask him if he wants to drink some water before we look through the garbage bins for something I lost. I'll poison him, and them dump him in the garbage bin.

I waited a while, and began drinking some water while I fished, I had made a fishing rod out of string and sticks. My fire technique worked, and then I began looking through my bag. So, apparently horses get drunk off salt or some shit. I didn't know that. This would possibly help me kill off that Princess Twilight. Slip some salt into her drinks, and then get her drunk enough she can't tell the difference between the floor and the ceiling. Then I'll cut her horn, legs, and wings off.

Strange enough, If I kill her off it'll cause major uproar with other Princesses and kingdoms. It'll cause lots of havoc, so I need to kill her and all of the Princesses at one time to win. I don't play to conquer... I play to win, even if it means destroying the whole board. I searched through my bag, and produced a pouch with 'SALT' on it. A devious grin that could make a slasher smile look like a friendly smile occupied my face as I planned my kills.

I placed the bag of salt back into my pack. Not yet... I needed everything to fall into place before I would use you. Death is a delicate little flower of black. You can touch it, and not know it. You can force another to fall on it, without even directly making them. You can push another onto it and become... What's the word? Immoral. They say you are insane, and they hate you for what you've done. It's caused many relationships to falter, or die.

I've touched it, and felt it's power. I wield it. I will forever wield it. Forever until the day I die. Even then, I will hang onto it before it turns into a sword and plunges into my stomach. I will destroy those who defy me, and or I choose as my target. I learned many things from that zebra called Zecora's diaries, and books. I learned alchemy from her notes and learned of the poisons of the forest.

I also learned about a deadly substance... Or well, plant... The yew. If a horse, or in this case, pony, ingests it, they can die in as little as five minutes. I learned a bit about magic poison effects, and I have created an infinite spell that makes any poison that is near me, kill in as little time as the second it reaches the throat.

Essentially, I created the first spit of death. This was my last resort plan, however.

Suddenly, I heard rustling noises.

"Rares, I told ya I don' wancha gettin' yaself hurt in this durn forest!"

"Darling, Sweetie Belle is in danger, and I won't sit by while any ruffian could be hurting my poor sister!"

I smiled with grim satisfaction as my plan to kill them came to fruition. I spread blood across my face, and ran towards them.

"HELP! MY MOMMY IS HURT BY THE BIG BAD LION!"

They followed me, and I stabbed one with the knife, causing the other to be shocked as she turned around and bucked the knife out of my magic grip. Acting on impulse, she ran and bucked me in the stomach. I grunted, and landed on my feet, killing her by strangulation with my magic aura. "Fucking bitch! You're thankful you didn't break my bones. Otherwise I would of called help, and they would arrest you for murder and attempted murder... Heh heh." She went limp as she regretted her actions. She knew I lied and something was up, but followed nonetheless because of her lover following me.

She tried to kill me out of love. I laughed so hard I swear everyone from Canterlot and beyond could hear me loud and clear.

That night, I went to sleep with a crazed grin on my face. A small chuckle emanated from me. I buried the bodies near the CMC, but far enough away that if they found them they would assume there were two killers working in unison. They would never suspect anything but two murderers had teamed up, and they caught one who happens to be a foal. That is if they catch me.

Author's Note

Shit is getting real m90s!