Boulevard Of My Broken DreamsView OnlineThe Psychopath and the Child (Revised)Boulevard Of My Broken DreamsI wanted the good ending in the game of life. I wanted to be happy... It was never meant to be that way. I killed many in my time. I never needed my innocence anyway. I knew what both of us wanted, and I felt bad that I couldn't make a future where I get what I want, and He gets what He wants. Death - Described only as something the human mind cannot comprehend. I know what death is. A black, empty feeling as all of your past sins collapse onto you and force you downwards into the black forever. The pain of a thousand bombs going off inside your head. Millions of Tsar Bomba's tearing your body to pieces slowly. The excruciating pain could only be survived if you were a god. I never felt grief for what I did. I never felt sadness for my mother or my relatives as I tore them to pieces. Gore, guts, the organs flew as thick red liquids from all part of the body flew out. I disected them all. My only weapon was a kitchen knife, yet I had become a news sensation. Titles such as 'The Pint-sized Slasher', or 'The Child Of Death' were my most known names. I had a kill count of 28, and I had planned my 29th and 30th kill next. A couple. A boyfriend and a girlfriend, they were going to Niagara Falls. Thankfully I stowed away in a plane, and made my way to the border of Canada and US. This was my last mistake. Or so I thought. As I heard yelling and screaming from outside the bag, I assumed that we were either crashing or I was found out. I peeked out a bit, finding out that we were, infact, crashing. I silently whispered, "Fuck, fuck fuck! Damn it!" "I won't survive after this fall." I had accepted death, I mean, when you're a killer you have to accept that you can't live forever. I didn't allow myself to be cocky. If I was, I would die. If I wasn't, I would die. The difference being I would probably die faster if I was too arrogant and a show-off. I believed in order to kill, or murder, whichever you prefer, you need to go with the flow and plan your murders. It's okay if you have to put it off for a bit. I would still get back to it after awhile. However, I will have to put this on hold because I am about to die. If I survive, they'll find me and execute me. Either way I die, I won't be able to kill my targets. I was honestly more concerned that I wouldn't get these kills. I heard the wind rushing, and the passengers screaming as everything went white, and then black. Author's Note So yeah. First chapter.
The First KillView OnlineThe Psychopath and the Child (Revised)The First KillIt was a simple plan. It would work perfectly if everything went right. Get on plane. Go to Canadian border. Murder couple at Niagara Falls. I didn't even get past the first step before shit hit the fucking fan. The plane crashed, and now I stand in the middle of a black platform, which seems to reflect light even though there is none. There were plenty of details. Sarcasm. I mean, where the hell are the seats? This is a nice living room, but there is not a single place to sit. I scoffed at my own joke, trying to lighten up my mood. I expected some sort of afterlife, I expected for myself to go to hell and die in fire a million times over. But I suppose, nonetheless, this is some sort of punishment. ~~Or is it some start to a crappy HIE fic?~~ Morals aside, I honestly could watch paint dry as my entire body is ripped to pieces and reformed into some mutation. Wait, what? I screamed in pain as I felt my entire body reform itself. The pain was excruciating! I felt like I was drowning on my own blood as my arms and legs were cut up and swallowed. My torso felt like a jigsaw puzzle as it was rearranged. It was like the pain my victims felt as I sliced and diced them. That made me smile, even through the pain. Then, all of a sudden. It stopped. I felt myself slightly fall as I was relieved of my pain. I landed on the ground, and immediately felt different. I knew I was a bit smaller, like a small kitten. And I no longer had hands. I also felt a new object attached to my head. I quickly attempted to walk, and realized I ha- "Wait, what the fuck?! I have fucking hooves!" I had no time to question this, as a strange wooden wolf jumped at me. Thankfully I had taken gymnastics before I became a serial killer. My mind was immediately informed how my body worked. The adrenaline pumped through my veins as I instinctively reached into my bag with my magic, and pulled out my kitchen knife. The wolf ran at me again, this time I flipped over him, and turned in midair. I landed on my hooves and rushed onto his back. With a slash, I blinded the wolf as he ran around, attempting to fling me off much like a cow. I quickly finished him by stabbing my knife through his eyes, into his brain. He fell to pieces, and as I felt more tired than I had ever before, I dropped to the ground. I managed to find shelter in the trees, and fell asleep. "Wake up and face the music, Peyton." "Fuck you, Orange Voice." "PEYTON! Stop this madness! We wanted you to be happy, but not like this!" "Fuck you, you piece of fucking bitch shit!" "I have no reason to kill! And I don't care!" "I just want them dead!" I said that, as I cut into my mother. She screamed profanity at me, begging me to stop like a person being raped. But I wouldn't stop, not until she was silenced permanently. I tore into her, and I ripped off her hands and feet. I began gutting her, ripping out unneeded organs. I felt no remorse as I did this. She was just a replaceable worthless human life. I didn't even care that she was my mother. I smiled wickedly when she whimpered as I slowly cut off her arms and legs. Muscle and flesh tore, as red liquids seeped from her entire body. She was covered in them, and it made me ecstatic to hear her screams of pain. It was like heaven to me. I wish I would never wake up from this dream. I smiled pleasantly as I dreamed of my first kill. Author's Note Second chapter is slightly better! Yay!
The Second, Third, Fourth, And Fifth KillView OnlineThe Psychopath and the Child (Revised)The Second, Third, Fourth, And Fifth KillI awoke, and heard birds chirping. I stabbed the one closest to me. I needed food, and this bird would suffice. Wait. I'm a pony. Which means. I can eat fruit and vegetables. Not meat. "SHITFUCKING DICKHOLES OF FUCKWADASSSHITDICKS!" My favorite food... I could not eat. Wait. I could try. Soon I had a fire going, and a system to keep from anyone, or anypony, seeing me or hearing me. I used a spit, and roasted the bird over the fire. The flames danced inside of the stone firepit, and seemingly told the story of a bad Colt who did bad things. I kept my mind on the Blue Jay, though. It soon finished cooking and I ate it off the spit. With my needs satisfied, I began my journey to a tree hut that I had heard about when I was nearly found out by three fillies. Apparently, a zebra lived in these woods, who rhymed and made potions. Sounded like a Jamaican witch doctor. Nonetheless, this would be my technically second kill in this world. It had been awhile since I ate that bird, and I had practiced enough of my skills to be able to kill this motherfucker. Besides, she might have a book on what herbs and things in the forest I could use to help myself survive. Also, I needed information on where the next town was so that I could begin my murder spree. But before I could do that, I needed a footing in the forest. I needed a base of operations. And if this zebra has any idea how to do that, I could use her for my nefarious deeds. Or I could just kill her and learn everything from the books. The books plan seemed like a better option. Soon I arrived at the hut, and began devising a way in. I could go in from a window, or the front door. The zebra could sense me either way, they told a tale that she once scared off a manticore using a potion. If so, she might have a potion that allows her to hear, or see me. Or even sense me. Something told me to jump onto her back and force my knife through her skull. My little horn could also work. Except I put it through her neck. I soon burst through the door, and in her stupor she fell over and I saw the opening. "RIGHT IN THE FACE MOTHERFUCKER!" I quickly stabbed the knife through her eye, into her brain. She immediately shut down and I filled my bags with the books. I grabbed a few invisibility potions too. Heh. They were labeled 'Invisibility Potion' quite clearly. I swiftly ran to my base, and heard three screams as I ran away. Dammit, they already found the body. I should have hidden it. I have to kill them. NOW. The one with the bow was the first to go. She ran, and split up with the others because they were scared shitless. She galloped far away from that point, and they all got lost in the forest. I tracked her down first. I quickly ran behind her, trying to ask her and sound scared of what might be wrong. It worked and she ran and hugged me, asking and pleading to help me find her way out of the forest. I stroked her back, while I silently activated my magic and stabbed her to death. The unicorn was the next to go, she had ran in a random direction, and was huddled up on the floor crying. What a little pussy! I stabbed her to death, much like the last one. Finally the Pegasus. She had failed to fly and was wailing for help. None would come. I asked her what was wrong and she told me everything. While she did that, I prepared my knife. When she tried to hug and ask for help, I stabbed her in the skull. Once I was done, I dug a hole with a shovel that had been in the zebra's house. I dumped all of the bodies and cleaned myself off with her bath. With a bit of scrubbing, my equipment was almost looking new. I also noticed their saddlebags and capes, which both said 'CMC' on them. They were mainly gold and blue. Strange colors. I took a little look in their belongings and noticed a chemist set, a vial full of reddish liquid, and an apple in the first one. The second contained a sewing kit, and a bag full of junk. The third included a tutorial on how to make a scooter out of wood and rubber. A lot of good stuff, I searched the bag of junk and kept the sewing kit as well. Who knew when you needed this kind of stuff? I ate the apple too. The scooter would be invaluable probably. I gathered what I needed from their items. I basically took all of their stuff and bags and stuffed them full of good items I needed for different things. That night I slept well, knowing I did good.
The Sixth, and Seventh KillView OnlineThe Psychopath and the Child (Revised)The Sixth, and Seventh KillI 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!
The Friendship Express MassacreView OnlineThe Psychopath and the Child (Revised)The Friendship Express MassacreI gritted my teeth together as I sat in an alleyway, waiting on the wet and dirty bricks. My plan wasn't going right. I continued to grit my teeth, but harder this time. My eyes lazily scanned the grieving ponies demanding an answer from the mayor and Princess Twilight. They shouted, they raged, and even some said things like, "FUCKING GIVE US AN ANSWER!" And, "We want answers! Where is my [Insert Loved One Here]?!" I grinned, and bit my lip at the same time. Rainbow Dash was the only one left to go before Operation Princess Fall. I slowly mumbled to myself, "Murderous Peyton, he isn't hatin. He simply wants you dead..." My personal catchphrase. It calmed my nerves, and got me into groove to kill some more. Time to die, Rainbow up high. Since Rainbow is a pegasus, I will need a cloud walking spell, or a wings spell. I will also need transportation to her soft cloud house. By way of balloon or wings, I will get there. But, If I wanted more than just an illusion, I will need items from the dark magic section of Canterlot. I had only a high level telekinesis, and poison magic. I didn't have a big enough amount of magic in me to cast a spell like that. If I did cast it, It would likely kill me. Today's adventure is on a train I suppose. I might be able to sneak onto the train. So it would begin. The first murder(s) on any train since never. Infact, my murders were the first in Equestria since the Sisters took over and spread their bullshit sunshine and rainbows. First one to die wins the stupidest faggot in Equestria award! I'm betting on that dickless shitfaced idiot Luna. Bitch tried to enter my dreams. My stomach felt like it was pushing itself inwards as I snuck into a bag. I felt nauseous, the last time I was in a bag like this I died. The bag felt like a mix of denim and velcro. Not very comfy, if you're asking. At least this time, I'm on a train. Wait... What was that noise? "I'm sorry Misses Spectra, your sister is not stable yet, you will be able to visit her when she is stabilized." "PLEASE LET ME SEE RAINBOW!" I heard sobbing as she banged on a door. Stupid bitch. Soon, I said to myself, soon. Wait, did she say Rainbow? Well this moves things along. I feel like things are going my way more than on earth. I moved around in the rough bag, my soft fur and ruffled mane rubbing against every part of it, giving me some minor fabric burns. That's what I called them anyway. I soon found the zipper, and slightly pulled it down enough so that I could look out. Well, this moved things along quite nicely. A passenger was banging on a door as a nurse kept her back. An open window showed the vast expanse of countryside that seemed to never end to my left. And somehow, I used a reflection spell and managed to take a look inside the room. Regular room, turned into a hospital. Sure enough, Rainbow Dash was inside. Silently, I grabbed two knives from my bag. I had taken one from Fluttershy's house, and sure enough it almost cut my soft leathery bag open. I had to fashion a sheathe for it from Manticore hide. The shit was tough as steel, yet light as a feather. Heh, references. I remember movies from home. The relatively uncomfortable seats, and the crappy movies I watched while eating cold and stale popcorn. I didn't miss them. And so, with a bit of precision, I slipped my knives out of the bag and magically commanded them to embed themselves into the closest living beings that weren't me. The knives went in, with little resistance. This was going to be dangerous. Thankfully, they didn't hit the ground because I held them up with my magic. With a tiny bit of effort, I flung them out the window and hoped none had saw that. I willed my knives to me, which I methodically placed into the proper care of my bag. With that done, I cleaned up the blood using a mop that was conveniently in the corner of the room. After cleaning the sticky red liquids from the dirty floor, I placed the mop into the bucket. I used my magic, and dumped out the dirty water. Perfectly cleaned up. A clean kill, if you will. Also two more kills to my name. That's eleven kills here alone. Two left to kill. A unicorn with a magical horn, and a rainbow that flew too high. An hour later. I silently awaited the last nurse to leave the room for the night. Canterlot was on the horizon, yet it was time for all ponies to sleep. Perfect. A massacre in the making. I moved to the passenger cabin first, and began my killing spree. Only a few minutes later, was I covered in the blood of everyone except the conductors. The sticky red substance dripped from me, a crazed grin on my face as I walked into Rainbow's room. Sleeping peacefully, she never expected her life support to suddenly turn off. Grinning in grim satisfaction, I realized the train was slowing down. With a start, I quickly washed the blood off and hopped into a bag. I could only hope they threw the bags off the train.
A Final MessageView OnlineThe Psychopath and the Child (Revised)A Final MessageMy stomach felt like it had butterflies in it, and I felt nervous. Nausea overloaded my senses, and I felt tired and thirsty. I needed sleep and water. 'One I had packed, the other could not be fit in my bag', I silently joked to lighten my mood. It didn't even make me laugh! Besides the point, I could be found out and convicted of over thirty counts of murder. I'd assume this world still had the death penalty. Banishment would be a joke, unless I was banished to hell or some fucking stupid shit like that. To be fair, Canterlot would be under lockdown if this was out to the public. Which it probably already is. I peeked outside of the rough bag, and decided to hop out since none were around. I ran, as fast as possible to the alleyways, trying to find purchase and a sense of safety from the guards. If I wasn't to run, I would be a suspect perhaps. Wait, did I feel fear? I sweated nervously, and sat against the hard and bumpy brick walls, awaiting nothing. I soon slipped into the crowd, many other foals wandering around with no parents. I felt the rough cobblestone on the ground, and trotted at a brisk pace. I was going to kill Twilight, or Bitchlestia and Incestuna. They probably fucked each other every night with a dildo, dirtily rutting and making enough noise to wake the dead. Fucking whores. "HALT!" My heart stopped, turning cold, and I twisted around to discover a griffon stealing an apple. The guards comically piled on top of it, and dragged it away towards the castle. I felt relief in a way so unknown, I almost barfed and rejected the new feeling. Was I feeling pity? I shook it off, and headed on my way. The streets were crowded, merchants selling their goods, and mascots advertising their hoofball team, or restaurant. I continued through the streets, to the castle. The gritty and rough ground turned to dirt. I realized I had somehow got into the royal gardens without startling anything. I walked through, and a hallucination of some sort showed a statue of me, with my knife raised high over a pony. A plaque rested on the front, made of expensive aluminum. It simply read, "Peyton - Representation of Death and Destruction." I shook my head, and began toward the gate of the castle, taking a look and realizing there was a way in from an open tower on the ground floor. It read, 'Twilight's Mage Tower'. I grinned deviously. Time to die, Alicorn of Friendship, and all things gay like that. I snuck up the steps, and ran into the tower, going up and up and up. I soon reached the top, and found a hanging Spike, while the window was shattered and Twilight was splattered on the ground. I wrinkled my nose in annoyance. They had already committed suicide. I suddenly heard a voice, "YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR THE MURDER OF THIRTY NINE INNOCENT EQUESTRIANS!" I felt a chill down my spine, as I put a yew in my mouth. Guards stormed up to me, and Incestuna followed by Bitchlestia came up. Heh. Came up. Luna opened her mouth, and she immediately knew it was her last mistake. The yew launched out of my mouth, immediately going into her throat and killing her. They were all shocked as I said, "I wasn't planning on going down without an even number of kills." They were sickened, and Celestia's horn light up as my vision went dark. The end of apparently something shitty. Or atleast that's what you guys think.
The 8th And 9th KillView OnlineThe Psychopath and the Child (Revised)The 8th And 9th KillI had finished learning about the pony body enough, that I knew all its weak spots. Applejack and Rarity, who were my most recent kills, caused a lot of controversy in town. Fluttershy was not going to let her animals down, and probably offer me a place to stay. However, that would not be good enough. I snuck into her garden, and poisoned all of the animals' food. A white rabbit was the first to go, and soon the afternoon passed with Fluttershy burying all of her animals. I thanked myself for knowing what Nightshade was. This plan would go perfectly. Soon she was burying a bear, and that was when I struck. I ran, and basically decapitated her. Fluttershy down. One left to go. Sneaking into town was not easy. However, a pony attached to a cart of hay allowed me to get in. From there I hopped out and began traversing the alleyways. Right, left, left right, forward, left, back a bit, and then take a right. Sugarcube corner was closed. Damn. I supposed I would have to wait. It was almost day, anyway. As soon as day dawned, a pink pony popped up in my face for no reason and started saying random sentences. My knife connected with her skull. Soon after I killed her, I dumped the body in the trash box. That night, I had caused so much sadness in Ponyville, that many citizens had committed suicide. I went to sleep with my wicked grin. Author's Note Sorry for short chapter. Might rewrite.
