Who will mourn

by EnviousOfSin

Rating: teen
Tags: Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Romance, Original Character, Tragedy, Fluttershy
Length: 1612

the final days of a murderer.

I never thought my life would be like this.... but what can I say? I chose to kill those ponies. My only regret? well.... it would be not meeting her sooner.....

Authors note: some of you maybe wondering as to whom the main character of the story is. if you have ever read the famous story from Edger Allen Poe : the tell tale heart, you may come to understand why the character has yet to be named. I do hope you will read the story none the less. for those who have thank you.

Published 2013-08-06 06:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-08-06 06:00:01 UTC

Prologue: Grave News

Hoof steps. The sound softly reached my ears as I laid quietly in my cell. The damp, musky air seemed to reverberate with the sound. It was annoying really, the noise from guards and their armor all day, and now this. Here I thought I might get some rest tonight. Just as I was wondering when the hoof steps would stop, they did, right outside my cell. There was a pause from whoever was standing there, and then the door’s lock clicked softly. I sat up on my cot as the door creaked open. There standing in the door way was none other than the Warden himself. He was a rather large stallion, with a coat of pure white. His dark red mane looked slightly frazzled, a clear sign that he had had a busy day. His head turned slightly as he spoke to what I could only assume was a guard.

“Stand watch. I’ll knock when I’m done.” As the door closed, the Warden faced me. His dark sea green eyes seemed to sparkle in some sort of delight as he gazed upon me. Whatever his reasons were for coming, they were not good. I looked at him in turn and smiled my most sarcastic smile.

“Ah, warden. How nice of you to come visit me! You sir have brightened my ever so bleak day!”

“Quiet the act, prisoner 26. I’m not here to buck around” he growled through his dark mustache. Faking a look of innocence, I leaned my head to the side.

“I don’t know what you mean my dear warden, and I’m sure you’re not here to buck anything sir, you have a wife for that.” I could not help but grin as the warden’s cheeks grew red in anger. I did so love egging him. Soon the color faded from his white pelt as he forced himself to calm down.

“I’m here to inform you that the courts have found you guilty of murder in the highest degree, and that in two days you will be executed.” My grin slowly fades as I looked down at the floor. I knew they would find me guilty, how could they not? However, I had hoped I would at least get life in prison. Oh well….

“How will- “

“We’re not sure. Many believe you should be hanged, others call for a more… saver punishment.” I nodded, knowing full well how all of Equestria hated and feared me.

“Well. Nothing I can do to stop it, so why worry.” I chuckled half-heartedly, leaning back against the wall. The warden looked at me skeptically.

“You know… I’ll never understand the way you think. Sometimes it is hard to believe you’re a serial killer” he said as he turned towards the door. With a soft knock, the door was open. I watched him leave in silence. Two days… just two days. With a sigh, I laid back down on the cot. Two days…. Two days and I’ll be executed. In a way, I had to agree with them. I was guilty of over six murders. I deserve to be killed in turn. Well, there wasn’t anything I could really do about it anyway. Sighing again, I closed my eyes. Sweet thoughts of her danced in my head as I slowly slipped into sleep. If only I had known her before all this, my life could have been so much different….

Day one: The Interview

Clang, clang, clang. I sat up in my bed and gazed around wildly. It was morning. I groaned in annoyance as I laid back down. I was having such a good dream. It was about her again. of her long, flowing pink mane, Her soft blue/green eyes seemed to sparkle as she gazed upon me. Oh how I wished I could see her one last time. I laid there for what seemed like hours just thinking about her, when there came the sound of my door opening. I glanced over at the guard as he sat a tray of food down on the small table in my cell. As he turned to leave I said softly, “thank you”

He said nothing as he exited the cell. They never did. I sat up in my cot and looked over at the meal, Bread with a slice of cheese. Grimacing I got up and grabbed the bread, leaving the cheese on the tray. I hated cheese. Sitting back down on the cot I took a small bite of the bread. Stale…. It was always stale…. Once I finished off the bread I laid back down. It had gotten quiet; hopefully I could get some sleep. But I was mistaken… the world seemed to be against me…. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, the door to my cell opened. With a groan I opened my eyes and sat up. As I looked over at who entered I was caught by surprise. The mare that stood before me was none other than Envious Sin, the pony who had stopped me from finishing my last victim and brought about my imprisonment. Her deep purple eyes bore into my skull as she walked over to the chair that sat next to the small table.

“Hello again.” I said in a cold voice. She nodded slightly as she examined me.

“Hello to you too.” She said as she leaned forward in the chair. Her dark gray and blue mane fall slightly, covering even more of her face then it already did.

“You might be wondering why I am here-”

“Yes I am. Honestly I had hoped id never see you again….” I looked back at her just as coldly as I spoke. She was so irritating, acting like she was better than me. She smiled, the sight made me want to puke.

“Charming as always I see. Well, no matter. I’m not here to exchange pleasantries.” She said in a low, almost growling tone, narrowing her eyes as she did.

“Then why are you here?” I snapped. She simple sighed softly as she placed her elbow on her knee, and then leaned her head on her hoof.

“I am here to interview you. As you know I am a writer of sorts” she said as she tilted her head slightly indicating her cutie mark, which was of an open book and feather quill “and you have caught my attention.” She finished with a soft smile. I looked at her skeptically.

“So you want to write a book about me?” I asked. She nodded softly.

“Yes my dear I do. Many have wondered why you have chosen this life of yours. Why you wanted to kill and all. Not to mention a certain yellow Pegasus is curious as to why you spared her life.” I sat up strait at the mention of my love.

“She- she thinks about me?”

“Well I can’t really say if she does or not. Just that she wants to know why you didn’t kill her when you had the chance to.” She smiled softly as she sat back in the chair, adjusting her wings slightly as she did.

“So are you going to share with me your grim story and answer her question or not?” I sat there in silence as I contemplated the answer. I honestly considered telling her my life story. It would’ve been grand to have a book written about my deeds. But no, I didn’t what HER of all ponies to know. I’d only be doing want she wanted and I wasn’t going to give it to her.

“No. I will give you the answer to her question and that will be it.” I said as I looked away from her. I quickly turned back to her as she started to laugh softly. She had her eyes closed and was shaking her head slightly as she continued to laugh. With a snarl I glared at her. Was she really laughing at me? I hated being laughed at. She sat forward as she wiped away a tear of mirth.

“Oh do forgive me. You see I wasn’t really asking you. My question was rhetorical” Her face soon turned from amused to grim. I shrank back against the wall slightly as she glared at me. Her dark purple eyes seem to become even darker, almost looking black as she snarled.

“Look, you and I both know I’m no ordinary Pegasus. Unlike every pony else in this celestia forsaken world I’m not sweet and kind. If you don’t tell me your story I will go to your precious pony and tell her you thought she was to weak and pathetic to even bother to kill her and she was only a toy to you.”
I sat up with a start. She wouldn’t, she couldn’t tell her such a thing. My beloved would be so upset. I didn’t want her to think that what we had was a lie. I sighed in defeat and looked at her forlornly.

“Fine…. I’ll tell you… just- just don’t lie to her….” I said as I hung my head. The mare in front of me just looked at me, seemingly deciding something.

“Alright. I won’t. as long as you tell me your story.” She said as she adjusted her position on the chair. With a deep sigh I nodded and prepared myself for what I was about to do. In truth I’ve never told anypony about what happened, and why I became a murderer. But I guess it was better now than never.

“my story… like so many others started when I was a foal…”

To be continued