Frost

They dodged my shots! Damn. I holstered my guns and unsheathed my knife. I pressed the button on my switchblade.

CHINK

I could feel some sort of crack in the air around me. I was staring straight ahead, not showing my surprise to my next victims.

I then put on my psychotic grin, intending to play these fools like an instrument, one that was alive.

The one in the purple cloak put down his hood, revealing to me his features. This was Spike, also known as Twilight Sparkle's assistant. But Twilight was dead, and I didn't doubt he wanted revenge. But, his one mistake was messing with me.

Or, perhaps, was it my mistake to mess with him?

Nonetheless, he stood without emotion, nor hint of it. There wasn't anything left in that dark shell, except for the massive amount of power that seemed to leave hairline cracks in reality. The courtyard was filled with magical energies of all types, pulsing and flowing out from one point. The particles formed together, creating a glowing aura around the drake's hands that lit up the area around him. The particles became the color of green, and then shot their way out of his appendages, curved like a crescent. The aforementioned magical crescent pulsed with energy, and flew at an alarming speed towards me.

I sidestepped the magical attack, as if it was a practiced routine that I had done for years. His attack was not a challenge, nor would it ever be, unless I was normal again.

The pink-cloaked pony put down her hood, revealing the face of Pinkamena Diane Pie. Her hair straight and long, she was not going down without a fight. Her friends may have been killed without much effort, but it was clear to her that life was a bitch, and she would gladly go down taking a murderer with her. She had a glint in her blue eyes, it being of a predator finding prey. Or, in this case, a revenge-seeker finding the one they want to get revenge on. She pulled out a bomb, and tossed it down in front of her. She jumped forward, flying into a hole that it made as it exploded.

I heard a glass pane break, shards flying through the air. She was jumping at me, holding another bomb. I quickly rolled out of the way, dodging another of the drake's attacks while I was at it.

A few feet away, she landed and went into another hole in the ground. This time, she flew out of a window and took her place next to Spike again. She was taking a rest. A perfect opportunity.

But then, there was Spike. He was unleashing hundreds of attacks on me, which I was doing some sort of wacky and strange dance to dodge. He was not amused by my dodging, and began to pick up the pace. Fortunately for me, I was much faster than any attack he could send my way. If he was unleashing them faster, I wasn't noticing. He was horrible at this magic, and yet the drake could fire these simple spells faster than any normal unicorn. If anything, these spells were still deadly, but he was using up his reserves fast. If he fired any faster, he would have a magical burn-out quick. If his glands were where I thought they were, magic residue could leak into his blood stream, and kill him.

You see, the thing about magical burn-outs, is what they can do to a magi-drake. Magi-drakes, also known as dragons with magic, generally cannot cast it. Normally, they simply can transport anything in their fire to a specific being. But some, like Spike, can do unicorn magic. It actually took me a while to find a book on the subject, but it was very interesting. Magical burn-outs are one of the most lethal things to magi-drakes that can cast magic, as magic, when in the bloodstream, can be very lethal to them. Dragons were never meant to have any type of magic, so it is poison to their blood. The magic, in the bloodstream, absorbs blood cells. Any blood cell that gets close enough is absorbed, and this eventually leads to severe blood loss.

Meaning that, he would die from his blood being absorbed.

I soon had a plan to get rid of him, but I needed Pinkamena out of the way.

She soon attacked again, but this time I was ready. As soon as she flew into the hole, I heard the glass break. I swiveled around, and sliced in that direction.

Pinkie's head rolled onto the grass, her body landing a distance away with another bomb clutched in its hooves. The body exploded, and sent gore flying across the large courtyard. I had dealt with her in the most gruesome way I could, which was decapitation. I turned my head away from that sight, and gave Spike my grin. His face turned greener than before.

After this, he seemingly became enraged, and began throwing all of his power into his next attacks. I knew he wouldn't last much longer, and I was sure to be proven right in a moment.

As I dodged his volley of sloppy, but fast and powerful, attacks, I finally managed slow him down. His volleys soon became smaller and smaller, the power in the air around us slowly decreasing. He finally collapsed to his knees, looking down with a defeated look. He had failed to kill me, and so I approached cautiously. I finally made it up to him, and he simply continued looking down. It was then that I failed to notice the power in the air suddenly flaring and spiking, (no pun intended) the dragon then rising up to his feet. He stood at my height, which was about five feet four inches. We locked eyes, and I was ready for his first attack. He swiped his claw forward, the air in front of my face being disturbed by the slicing attack.

I hurried backwards, as he dropped to his knees and scratched a symbol into the dirt.

Rune magic. Goddammit, Spike. You just had to go and learn the dark arts of rune magics, and I had no idea what rune he was making. He soon finished it, and grinned. More hairline cracks seemed to appear in the air, pulsing and threatening to grow larger. He channeled his magic into the rune, and his wrists grew to an unnatural size. My theory was correct, and his magic glands had swollen up, meaning they had popped and sent liquid magic into his blood stream. He cringed in pain, but continued his channeling. And once he was done, more hairline cracks appeared. They grew and grew, a bit of the sky soon falling out of place. My vision blurred, as a dark presence emanated power from deep behind the fabric of reality.

And just as this happened, all of the cracks and the broken pieces disappeared, returning to their places.

Spike's attack had failed. He looked at me in shock, but I was having none of his bullshit. I rushed forward, and sliced. He maneuvered, and soon one of his claws flew through the air. I sliced again, and the same happened. I was mad, and finally I stabbed him in the chest. I ripped my knife out, seeing the color drain from his eyes. As cherry red fluid dripped out of the holes in his body, I felt magic flying into the air. And then I realized, that he had me amputate his magic glands so that they couldn't get any magic further than his hands. I silently cursed myself, but I had nonetheless dealt with the most pressing threat of today.

I strode into the castle.

A lone guardspony was there to meet me.

His name was Shining Armor, and he was captain of the Royal Guard. He wasn't a problem.

"Halt creature! In the name of Celestia and Luna, hal-"

He choked on his words as I rushed forward and sliced his neck open, bodily fluids spraying across the room. Cadance soon galloped around the corner, hearing her husband being cut off. She rushed at me, not wanting to play nice pony and get mutilated without effort. She lowered her horn, intending to gore me on it. I simply sidestepped and pulled out Dream Crusher, her brains exploding after a loud bang and a bright flash. I reloaded the aforementioned revolver, and carried on with my recoil-less revolver and deployed switchblade on hand.

Finally, I reached the throne-room. Two princesses awaited me. I was afraid, although I didn't show it. They were gazing at me with a cold look, no mercy in their eyes. That glint was of a righteous lawman, the one that said, "I'm going to end you for killing these innocents."

I laughed. And I laughed. And I laughed. All while that sick and twisted grin was on my face. I had gone too far off the deep end, and now it was time for the final battle.

The taller one, Celestia, spoke.

"You have committed sick and unspeakable crimes in Equestria, and are accused of the murder of over one hundred innocent ponies. You have also burned and destroyed hundreds of homes, and finally, you are responsible for the destruction of many Equestrian cities. Do you have anything to say before we pass judgement, monster?"

I slowly spoke, "Burn in Hell."

I launched into action, moving faster than Celestia could register, and I quickly sliced Luna's face, then firing my revolver point-blank at her face, which killed her in a gruesome and horrifying way.

Celestia burst into action, attacking me with magic after launching into the air.

I dodged her attacks quickly and in rapid succession, forcing her to think hard to take me down. But I wasn't going to let her do that, as I swiftly moved, seemingly like the speed of light. My attacks were hard for her to dodge, but she was doing okay in keeping up the pace. I just needed to tire her out or murder her using my weapons.

But it soon became clear that I wouldn't be able to just shoot her straight-up, I needed to make her tire out. And make her tire out I did. Dodging, shooting, moving, confusing her, and pretending to narrowly dodge her attacks soon made her exhausted. Soon, she was tired enough that I managed a lucky shot on her front left leg, stunning her enough for a few more knife slices. A few connected and left gashes, but she was soon back on her feet and fighting harder than ever before.

She flipped, and looped, and dodged my attacks expertly. She wasn't going to give up that easily with this much adrenaline inside of her. I managed to get close enough, and she stood her hind legs with magical help. She fought me with her front hooves, best she could with one shot in her left front leg. We soon picked up the pace, her matching my every punch, kick, and slice. I maneuvered in a way that got me the upper hand, landing a few hits on her face and knocking her down. I drew my Magic Pistol, and tried to fire, but she kicked it away and crushed it to pieces. I soon found her jumping at me, ready to end my life. But I thankfully sidestepped, and grabbed her horn. I deftly pulled my knife, and sliced it off just as a spell went out.

And soon, I felt so very cold. So.

Very.

Cold...

The magical ice consumed me, freezing me. Moments before I blacked out, I saw the wave of ice consume Celestia as well.

And that, my dear readers, is book one. The darkest chapter of my life, and also just the beginning of my story. The pain and suffering I caused, and the final moments before the end comes crashing down. The curtains drop over this stage, readying for the next part of the play. This was the beginning of the story of Peyton, murderer and destroyer of Equestria. Although this tale was of the darkness that first consumed me, the one soon after is the tale of my survival in a land of ice and treachery.