Author's Note

Just a little something to help you guys out:
Apple Bloom- Mom
Sweetie Belle- Mother
Scootaloo- Ma

Chapter 1

10 Years Later

The house looked like it had been abandoned for years. Everything about it had an old vibe; from the mold coating ninety percent of the interior to the cracks in the wood all throughout the entire structure. Hoofsteps echoed from the outside before the door swung open, releasing a cloud of dust to those who dared disturb this homes long standing nothingness. Once open three mares entered carrying boxes on their backs. On of them was a yellow earth pony with a braided red mane tied off with a bow at the end, The next was a white unicorn with a long curly purple and pink mane, finally in flew an orange pegasus with a crazy dark purple mane that looked like she had been sitting in front of a powerful fan all day. They all bared a similar shield cutie mark with their own separate symbols in the center of them and had an unpleasant look about them.

"Is this really the place we're gonna be staying?" Asked the orange pegasus. "It looks like it's about to fall apart."

"It'll be fine, it just needs a little TLC." The yellow earth pony stated with a soft southern accent.

"TLC as in Tender Love and Care, or Totally Lost Cause?" The pegasus remarked.

"I don't see why it matters," Came a third voice, once belonging to a male humanoid creature that strolled in carrying a couple boxes. He stood just under six feet tall with short dark hair gelled to the side with a spiky look to it and wearing cloths that made him look like an eighty's punk rocker. He wore black pants with a studded belt and chains across them, his black shirt was stained by several different elements and he wore a a black jeans jacket with grey stripes across the sleeves. "You're just gonna have me fix it up anyway."

"I'm sorry, everypony. This was the only three bedroom house I could find that fit our budget." Sweetie Belle quickly threw in.

The human walked pass the other two mares and up to Sweetie Belle. He tossed down on of the boxes and uses his free arm to hug her. "Don't worry about it mother, we'll make this place into a proper home. Just gonna needs a little bit of elbow grease."

Sweetie Belle Smiled and hugged him back. "Thanks Oliver. " She said before they finally released each other. "Sootaloo, get the tools. We have some work to do."

It took approximately five hours to get the house cleaned and ready to be decorated, but only to an extent. Their were still plenty of repairs that needed to be made, but that would have to wait until they had the bits to get everything they would need to repair the wood, walls, and floors. For the most part they managed to make it look homey, it was painted with warm welcoming colors that would shine when the sun hit it just right. Once they had finally finished with the decorating they all took a seat in the living area to look over what they had done.

"That took a lot longer than expected." Apple Bloom said, breaking the silence.

"No kidding." Scootaloo commented.

Sweetie Belle wiped the sweat from her brow. "We should probably get cleaned up and get ready for bed. We do still have to work tomorrow after all."

"I call the basement!" Oliver said, shooting up from the ground and running off to his underground sanctuary.

The mares giggled at his behavior. Their little boy has grown into a very interesting individual and they couldn't be more proud. Years of taking care of him, teaching him how to talk, tending to him when he got sick, and finally convincing Rarity to make cloths for him as he grew; It was hell. But he was healthy, he was happy, and in the end that made it all worth while for them. Throughout the years Sweetie was the one who taught him proper speech, Apple Bloom made him fit and showed him the value of hard work and labor, and Scootaloo basically became his life coach. She would teach him what was wrong and what was right and guided him down the path to being awesome. After a bit of reminiscing the mares got up and went to their new separate rooms for the night. When the sun started to rise their alarm clock went off in the form of Oliver's terrified screams from the basement.

Oliver was panting heavily as the nightmare finally came to an end. It was always the same thing every night, he was wandering around somewhere he didn't recognize when e found a large hole in the ground that seemed to go on for miles. As he leaned over to get a better look he would slip and fall into the darkness below. He shuddered at the memory of the reoccurring dream as climbed to his feet and made his way up stairs. He didn't bother putting any cloths on, he was wearing his pants which was enough in his mind. When he made it out of the basement he walked into the kitchen where the three mares were gathered together eating their breakfast.

Scootaloo looked over and saw Oliver walking around without a shirt and started poking fun. "Hey sexy, how did you sleep?"

He waved to her before replying. "Hey ma, did you finally learn how to fly?"

She grabbed a biscuit from the table and threw it at him with a laugh. However, she threw it too high for it to hit its mark so Oliver sent his extendable mouth out and caught it between his many sharp teeth before pulling it into his primary mouth. "Mmm, needs more butter." He took a seat at the table with his mothers and stretched his arms out.

Sweetie Belle looked over Oliver's body, "Your spikes are starting to get long. Both the metal and non metal ones."

Oliver looked over his arms. The curved bones growing out of his body were at least an inch long now and the metal ones stuck nearly five full inches out of the skin on the upper side of his forearm. "I guess they are."

"I wonder if their is some way to file those down or somethin." Apple Bloom thought out loud.

"Why would you want to?" Scootaloo asked, "They look cool!"

"Yeah, but they might become dangerous." Apple Bloom explained. "Just look at those things; he could poke somepony's eye out with one of those."

Oliver looked over his own features, wondering if maybe there was some way to get rid of these things growing out of him. "Do you think Twilight might be able to figure something out?"

Apple Bloom put a hoof to her chin as she thought about it. "She might. We'll have to visit her some time and see if she can do somethin' that will help."

Everyone raised their heads high as a knocking came from the front door. "That's funny," Sweetie Belle rose from her seat and walked over to the door, "I didn't think anypony knew we moved here yet." As she opened the door she was met with four earth pony stallions charging in, one of which picker her up into the sir before pinning her against a wall.

Three charged at everyone else, pinning them to the ground as their apparent leader entered. He was a unicorn and taller than the rest with a brown coat and a black mane. "What is it we have here? Some stupid ponies living in our hideout." He nodded his head from side to side as if scolding a child. "That just can't be allowed."

"Excuse me, punk!" Scootaloo shouted as she struggled beneath one of the goons. "But this is our house, we just bought it!"

"Listen you little whore, this house belongs to the Red Dragons." He stated as if they were supposed to know who they were.

"The Red dragons?" Apple Bloom asked.

"Yes, the Red Dragons, our gang." The stallion explained. "My name is Red Dragon and I am the leader of this gang and you are on our territory, not only that but you are trying to claim ownership of a house that rightfully belongs to us. That, my friend, is how you start a war."

"Okay, first off, that's now how gangs function." Oliver said, sounding extremely annoyed.

"What would you know about gangs?" Red Dragon asked. "You're not in one."

"Exactly, I'm not." He replied, "When it comes to a gang war that means two separate gangs fighting each other for whatever reason. We are not part of a gang, therefore, it would not start a war. You my friend are just a stupid kid and frankly I've had enough of this." He re-positioned his arms and shoved the pony on top of him upward, sending his body straight into the ceiling. The pony had broken through the first layer of wood above and now dangled in place with a dazed look on his face. Oliver pulled himself back to his feet and walked toward the leader of this so-called gang.

"You shouldn't have done that." A dagger appeared out of thin air and flew into Oliver, the blade digging deep into his stomach before being twisted several directions. Oliver cringed as the blade entered his body and fell to his knees. "You're not as bright as you might think. You may have had your book smarts, but you were definitely lacking in street and the streets are all that matters."

The three mares called out Oliver's name in unison before being silenced by their assailants. All they could do was watch as Oliver silently sat on his knees and started bleeding all over the floor beneath him. He could feel his eyes slowly closing themselves as the end approached him. The mares started struggling harder and screaming, doing anything they could to fight back. But it was useless, their attackers were too strong and were trained for this kind of thing. They may have been amateurs but they knew what they were doing "What do you want us to do, boss?" One of the goons asked.

Red Dragon pulled his knife out of Oliver and cleaned the blood off of it. "Kill them, they are of no use to us." The knife vanished and he turned away from Oliver, getting ready to leave.

The words he spoke echoed around in Oliver's head. Kill them...Kill them...Kill them...Kill them...Kill them... His eyes suddenly opened, but they were different. They had gone from their seaweed green color to pitch black all around. The sound of metal piercing flesh could be heard by all who dwell within the home. The ponies all turned their head to see a heavily disturbing sight. There sat the black eyed human with a blade longer than his body sticking out of his arm with the end punctured deep into the back of Red Dragon's skull. Oliver rose, standing several feet taller than he originally was, as the blade slowly retracted, dragging Dragon's body with it. He reached out and grabbed the corpse, holding it above his head and letting out a loud monstrous roar, claiming dominance. The goons weren't having it though, they forgot all about the mares they were holding and charged at the beast that had killed their beloved boss.

Oliver extended both of his arm blades until they stretched down to his feet. He swung at the nearest stallion, decapitating him with the sharp metal. He attacked the next one, slicing off one of his hooves to bring him to the ground before stabbing a blade into his heart. One of the stallions made it over to Oliver and jumped onto his back. The small bone spikes on Oliver's back suddenly extended several feet, stabbing into the stallion and leaving a perfectly lines set of holes in his body. The spikes sank back into Oliver's skin and the stallions limb body collapsed to the ground. He turned to face the last stallion, letting out a low growl as their eyes met. The stallion was scared for his life and was looking around for an escape route, but before he could take off Oliver made his move. His jaw unhinged and his extendable mouth shot out, biting down on the goons neck before retracting and tearing out his throat and making him choke on his own blood.

Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo all stared at Oliver in fear. They watched as he tore these stallion apart like they were nothing. This wasn't Oliver, this was something else, something evil. It was an animal, a monster that's been hiding deep within him for all these years. Regardless, he was still their son. The mares looked to each other and nodded, both frightened and hopefully. They all rose and made their way to Oliver, stepping over and around the warm red puddles that coated the entire room. Once they were standing just inches behind him Apple Bloom reached out to touch him and the second she made contact Oliver's body snapped and suddenly he was facing them, letting out the most ungodly noises as he leaned closer to them. It didn't even look like Oliver anymore, it looked like something crawled right out of Tartarus and was wearing his skin over it's beastly form.

It took a moment, but Oliver suddenly recognized the ponies that were now standing in front of him and he felt his heart sink. He blinked several times and his eyes went back to their original color. He stared at them before looking at his twisted and deformed body, then looking over the mess he had made out of the one who tried to harm them. His eyes started to water as he turned back to his mothers with so many questions running through his head. The most reoccurring one being this; "What am I?"

After the initial shock of everything that had taken place Oliver demanded that his mothers select a room and stay in it until he said otherwise. They didn't bother arguing it and Oliver made quick work of the bodies by consuming them. This form he was in was very large and very hungry. Once the bodies were gone and he mopped up the blood he started focusing on intentionally manipulating his body. It took a while to figure out and he still didn't know how to use it properly, but after a while he managed to make his body go back to what he'd grown up with.

Oliver made his way to Scootaloo's room, that's where they decided to stay, and knocked on the door. "It's all clear." He told them, sounding as if he were dead on the side. He definitely felt like it. He went back down to the living area and sat down against a wall, thinking back to just moments ago. He didn't know how, but he had lost control and something else had taken over. His thought were interrupted as three mares came into view. "Mom, Mother, Ma..." He said plainly.

"Oliver," Sweetie Belle started, "how are you doing?"

He bit his lips before answering. "I'm as good as I can be, I guess."

"Are you sure?" Asked Scootaloo, "Because that was really intense."

He looked down at his body, there wasn't so much as a scratch on him, not even where the knife had chewed through him. "I'm fine....but I'm scared."

Apple Bloom tilted her head slightly. "Scared of what?"

"What the hay do you think, mom!?" He said, raising his voice, "I'm scared of what just happened, I'm scared of myself and what I could have done. I mean, what if I had hurt on of you?" Oliver buried his face into his palms, trying hide from the world.

Sweetie Belle walked over and sat down beside him, putting a hoof over his shoulder. "Sweetie, it's okay. We know you would never do anything to hurt us."

Apple Bloom joined them. "Yeah, and we don't care what you are. In our eyes, you're still our kind and loving son."

Scootaloo decided to fly over and join as well, hovering above them. "And no matter what, you're still awesome to me." She said playfully.

They managed to get a chuckle out of Oliver who removed his hands from his face and wrapped them all in a giant hug. "I love you guys." He said quietly, but loud enough for them all to hear it. They all joined in and reinforced the embrace.

They may fear what Oliver is capable of, but in the end it all came down to how much they all cared for each other. No matter what, he was still their son and they loved him and would continue to love him even if he was a monster. If only they knew...