Death isn't always the end

by C T Lilly

Rating: mature
Tags: Tragedy, Sunset Shimmer, Main 6, Gore, Dark, Sad, Romance, Original Character, Equestria Girls
Length: 1996

on few occasions, someone will be killed with a tremendous amount of hatred in their hearts. They are doomed to come back as an immortal being, sent to destroy anyone who is bad. The only catch is, they've got to do the detective work themselves.

a young boy is killed, and his girlfriend is left thinking he committed suicide. The hatred festers in his soul, until it gives him the strength to come back to life. Now he's an invincible killing machine, search for everyone who is bad. He searches for his girlfriend all the while, will she take him back? Or has see moved on in those past few months?

Published 2016-01-29 05:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-01-29 05:40:01 UTC

Chapter 1: Resurrection

It was a regular day at Canterlot High School, and six friends were all gathered around a table at lunch. They were discussing the major events coming up such as sports games and dances, or they just talked about what happened on the news. One particular subject came up, and the girls started discussing it.

"I can't believe he killed himself a few months ago." Rainbow dash said. "I mean, I had homeroom with the guy, and he didn't seem to be the suicidal type."

"I think it is kinda strange. I've talked with him a few times, and one topic was suicide. But he was talking about how he would never be able to do it." Sunset Shimmer stated.

"Well, sometimes things change, and ya hit lows you've never hit before. It's not really his fault if he did actually kill himself, some people just can't handle that kind of low." Applejack said.

"Oh, I wish I could have been there to cheer him up. I feel kinda bad for the guy." Pinkie pie said; a bit deflated. Rarity put a hand on her shoulder.

"You don't have to feel bad darling. He doesn't have anything to worry about anymore." Rarity said somberly.

"He used to volunteer at the shelter all the time. He really loved helping the animals." Fluttershy said softly.

"Man, Octavia took it really hard once she found out. Those two had been going out for a few years, so when she got a call about what happened in homeroom, she practically ran out of the room crying." Rainbow said.

"I didn't really know him that well. I didn't even really know his name." Rarity said with a guilty tone.

"His name was Nate." Sunset said.

At a nearby Cemetery; a set of flowers sat on the cold, wet ground in front of a stone. The stone had a name, a name that caused pain for some who knew him. But something sinister was on that name, a false cause of death. A well done murder, made to look like an official suicide. His name, was Nate. Inside the coffin, sat the body of the man. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he didn't look any different than the day he was buried. He had short black hair, and pale white skin. Suddenly, his eye shot open and he gasped for air. His eyes were glowing an acid green color. He coughed and gagged as he tried to get use to breathing again.

"Ugh. Stagnant air." He coughed. "Now where am i? And what happened?" He asked himself. He looked around the dark space, and realized that he was in a padded box. He checked again, just to be sure.

"Am I in a coffin?" He asked himself. Shortly after uttering the phrase, images raced through his mind. The images were of his own murder. "No." He said in disbelief. "I can't be dead. Wait," He moved his limbs. "Oh thank jesus, I'm not dead. Or at least, not anymore. Now I just need a way out this damn box." He said, pushing on the lid of his coffin. He pushed harder and harder, until the cracking and splintering of the wood became audible. Small clumps of dirt flowed into the coffin, and Nate shook his head. He took a deep breath, held it, and began clawing his way to the surface. His hands broke the surface, making a hole for air to come through. He gasped for fresh air, the small hole providing just enough air for him to make the final push to the surface. His head and shoulders finally pushed through the surface, and he gazed around at his surroundings.

He was indeed where he suspected he would be, a Cemetery. He looked at the tombstones around him. He swore under his breath and pulled the rest of his body out from the hole. His first two thoughts on the surface were revenge and finding his girl friend. He looked around for an exit to the graveyard, occasionally bumping into tombstones.

Nate stumbled through the streets in his freshly ruined suit. He came to a street, and stumbled toward the house on the corner. As he was crossing the front lawn to get to the door, someone came out with a full trash bag. It was a female with black hair and grey skin.

"Octy?" Nate said. The girl turned her head and looked directly at Nate. She immediately dropped the trash bag she was holding, and pull a hand to her mouth.

"Nate?" She asked with tears starting to well up in her eyes.

"Yeah baby, it's me." Nate said. Octavia ran up and hugged him.

"They told me you commited suicide. I didn't want to believe it, but then they showed me your body. Why? Why did you do it?!" Octavia asked, sobbing uncontrollably. Nate broke off the hug and stared into her eyes.

"I didn't, I was murdered." Nate said. "Killed for the money in my wallet." Another voice interrupted them.

"Hey babe, this your cousin or something?" A male voice asked. Nate looked at the door to the house, and saw a man standing there.

"Who is he?" Nate asked. Octavia sighed.

"Nate, you were dead for five months. I was upset and Bulk was there for me and-" Nate cut her off by raising a hand.

"it's ok, I get it. I... I'd better go." Nate said. "I'll see you around, Octavia." Nate never called Octavia by her name, he always referred to her as Octy. Octavia just dropped her hands down at her sides and watched him walk off.

Chapter 2

Nate Ran through town square. All his pain and anger driving him ever further. He wasn't mad at Octavia, but the man who did this to him. He ran through the empty streets, racing past shops. Eventually he ran out of breath, so he stopped to slow his racing heart. He bent over, resting his hands on his knees. While he steadied himself, Nate looked around at all the shops. He paused when one store caught his eye. Well, it wasn't the store itself that caught his eye, More like one of the window displays. Nate stumbled over to the window and put his hands on the glass. The store was a gothic clothing shop, and in the shop window sat an outfit that Nate for some reason was taking a liking too.

It consisted of a dark grey leather trench coat, black shirt and jeans, a black leather belt with a metal skull buckle, and tall biker boots. Nate looked at his own clothing, then back to the display. He seemed to be contemplating taking it, after all there was no one around. Nate cursed and wound up to punch the window. He highly anticipated the possibility his hand might break, but he needed new threads so why not try. He Punched the window and the window broke, along with his hand. He looked at his mangled hand, and it didn't hurt as bad as he thought it would. After a few second a series of popping sounds emanated from the hand, and it looked like stuff was moving around under the skin and muscle. After thirty seconds of staring, his hand was fine and he could use his digits again without pain.

He turned his attention back to the display and snatched up the clothes. The alarm finally went off and Nate ran through the dark alleys with the articles of clothing. He ran into an abandoned factory and jammed the door behind him. He didn't hesitate to start changing out of his old clothes. First he removed his shirt and jacket, then his shoes, and finally his pants. As he was taking his pants off, he felt something in his pocket. He reached in and pulled out a zippo lighter.

"Huh, they must have buried me in dads old tux." He said quietly. He set the lighter down next to himself and finished removing his dirt caked pants. He put on the new pair of jeans and the black shirt that came with it. He slid the boots on, making sure to lace them up tight. He admired the boots for a second, before pocketing his lighter. He threw the jacket on, leaving the front unzipped. His outfit was now complete and ready for work. He wanted to see what he looked like, so he looked for a bathroom or something to find a mirror.

After a few good minutes of wandering, he found the restroom. He opened the door and flicked the light switch. He half expected it to not work, but to his surprise the lights came on. He looked around the room, and spotted two broken mirrors. Lucky for him, there were four mirrors in the room. He walked over to the mirror and examined himself.

"Huh. Green eyes, that's new." Nate mumbled to himself. He felt there was something missing, something that would sell it. He looked at his face, and knew what it was missing. He felt around for his lighter. instead of the Lighter, he found two small containers of makeup, one in black and one in white. "Oh yeah, I got these clothes from a Gothic clothing store. Well, it looks like I won't have to burn my face." Nate said. He opened the container and began to do his work.

After an hour of "working" on his face, Nate looked at the finished product. He used the black paint to blacken his eyes, and draw black stitches over his mouth. He used the white paint to make all of his exposed skin look really pale. Nate grinned at what he'd done. But his appreciation didn't last long, because he immediately started thinking about what to do next. He thought long and hard about his next actions. He wanted people to know what happened to him, but he also wanted revenge.

"you know what? Revenge sounds good. But not just revenge on the person who killed me. No, I want revenge on everyone like him. That sounds Perfect." He chuckled. "Eh, revenge can wait. Tomorrow I will walk into school and tell them what really happened. But, maybe a late night trip to the gunshop isn't such a bad idea." Nate smiled.

Nate Broke open the door to the closed gunshop and stepped inside. He scanned the selection of guns, trying to decide on what he wanted. He eventually decided on two pistols and a shotgun of some sort.... And maybe a large knife. His pistols of choice were a forty four magnum, and a desert eagle. The shotgun he chose was a recreation of the model 1887 bootleg. He grabbed the gun and a fuck ton of boxes containing ammo for his weapons of choice. Before leaving he grabbed a large bowie knife, sheathed it and put it inside his coat. He stepped out of the front door, only to be greeted by a police officer with a shotgun.

"You there! Freeze!" The young officer said. Nate smiled and took a step forward. The officer shot a buck shot round into Nate's stomach and chest. Nate Stumbled backward a bit, and the gunshot wounds started to quickly heal. Nate started smiling and laughing.

"Ouch." Nate said. "Be a good little cop, and don't try and stop me." Nate turned to his left and started walking away.

"Wait!" The officer shouted. Nate looked over his shoulder. "Who are you? And what happened to your face?" Nate chuckled.

"To answer your second question, makeup. But if you want to know who I am, i'll tell you...." Nate paused. "I'm a man who has come back from the dead in search of Retribution." He growled. He started walking away yet again. The officer just sat there, clearly not expecting the answer he got.