Candy Vengeance

First Attack

It wasn’t wise to roam the city of Manehattan at night. Not even if you have an companion. Junkies and drunkards hide in the shadows. Whorses stood in abandoned doorways. Murderers, rapists, gangbangers, crimelords, and cultists rule the streets. So, again, it wasn’t wise to roam the streets at night. Bad things tend to happen . . . some even more deadlier than others.

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A shrill scream kills the silence. A young earth pony mare with a lime coat, and blue mane and tail was running. She wore a bright red dress which was torn and dirty. She quickly runs through dark alleyways, trying to get to safety. She can hear the pounding hoofsteps of the stallions chasing her. She turned a corner.

She never been to this part of the city before. She and a group of friends were attending a club closeby. She had gotten a headache due to the loud music and decided it was best to head home. As she was searching for a taxi, four stallions approached her.

One stallion was an earth pony with a brown coat and dark mane and tail. Another was an earth pony as well, only his coat was brighter. His mane was cropped short and so was his tail. The third was a unicorn and his coat was pale while his mane and tail were a dark purple. The last one was bulkier than the rest. He was a pegasus but his wings were wrapped in bandages. His coat was a dark green and his mane and tail were black. A scar ran over his right eye. The whole group wore jeans and t-shirts with black leather jackets.

They were not there to chat.

Next thing she knew, she was running for her life in the darkest part of town. Every now and then a blast of red violet magic was sent her way; missing her by inches. Her legs started to feel numb.

Keep going, she thought. Don’t stop.

Turning another corner, she came to a dead-end. The only other escape was the way she came or the windows above.

“Help!” she screamed, hoping to get somepony’s attention. Hoping to get somepony to call for help. “Help me, please!”

No one answered. The windows remained dark and undisturbed. The mare began to sob uncontrollably. Please, Celestia, this isn’t happening!

“Awww, are you stuck?” mocked a threatening voice. She turned around. The four stallions had caught up with her. One held a swithblade in his hand while another’s horn charged with magic. The bulky one was in front, smiling wickedly.

“Please,” the mare whimpered. “Leave me alone!”

“Oh, come on, love. We just want to have some fun with you~.”

The mare searched the area around her. There was nothing to use as a weapon. She could run but she’ll have to go through them. It’s risk she’ll have to take. With a cry, she ran toward the stallions; desperate to get away. The one that spoke first made a grab for her but she darted away. She was almost to the end of the alley when a surge of magic snatched her up and threw her across the air.

She landed on the ground with a painful thump. As she struggled to get back to her hooves, a stallion got on top of her, a switchblade to her throat.

“Looks like we have a fighter,” he said. The mare closed her eyes. This was it. They were going to her and nopony would ever know what happened. Why did she leave the club on her own? She should’ve asked one of her friends to come with her! But none of that mattered now.

As the group closed in, a sudden chill ran through the air. The moon overhead disappeared and fog seeped in around them. The group thought nothing of it until one of them – the bulky pegasus – was yanked back by a slimy red tendril. His surprised screams were instantly muffled as he disappeared through the foggy mist.

The remaining three stared.

“Heavy?” one of the stallions called out. “Heavy, wh-what’s going on over there?”

There was only silence at first and then a soft laugh. It was a male laugh but it was mixed with that of a child’s. A tall figure appeared before them; covered by the fog. He wore dark clothes and it seemed he was wearing a hood.

“H-Heavy?”

The laugh came again and then a whisper. “Hungry . . .”

With a burst of light, something flew out of the mist and onto the ground. As it rolled to a stop at the stallions’ hooves, they all looked at it in disbelief.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?”

Staring up at them was Heavy’s severed head. Blood leaked from his neck and his jaw was missing. What was even more horrifying was the fact that his eyes were replaced with pink and blue jawbreakers.

The stallion who sat atop the mare looked up when the figure laughed again. He pointed his switchblade at him. “You think this is funny?” he growled, enraged. “You think this is funny, you sick son of a-.”

“Cut-Up, look out!”

The stallion with the blade looked up just in time to see a black tendril coming at him. Before he could react, it grabbed him by the neck and yanked him into the air. He clawed at the slimy tendril around his neck but it wouldn’t come loose. Another one came at him and forced itself down his throat. It tasted oddly of cherry licorice.

He tried gnawing it with his teeth but not before it burst out of his stomach; bloody guts and gore flying everywhere. He was dropped to the ground dead.

The two remaining stallions began to panic and tried to defend themselves. The unicorn tried to blast the figure with a spell but it had no effect. With incredible speed, the figure darted toward him; grabbing his horn and snapping it off. Blood spurted from the wound and as the stallion tried to scream, the figure kneed him in the stomach and smashed his face into the wall. The impact squashed his head like a grape.

The last stallion ran out of the alley; trying to escape the same fate his friends had endured. But he couldn’t. Twin red and black tendrils grabbed him – one his leg, the other his waist – and pulled him back. The figure held him up in the air as if inspecting him.

“Please,” the stallion whimpered. “Please don’t!” His pathetic cries went unheard as the tendrils began to pull in opposite directions; tearing him apart. His screams were bloodcurdling as he was torn down the middle – legs seprating from the waist. After it was done, the figure threw the two pieces onto the ground with a wet splat. The stallion died instantly.

All was suddenly silent. The mare had gotten up off the ground and stood up. She was terrified that this strange creature had brutally killed these four stallions but at least she was saved. At least, she was saved until a simple song ran through her brain.

Nightmare Night, what a fright. Give us something sweet to bite~!

The mare’s eyes widened and she suddenly began to cry. That song . . . i-i-i-it  . . . it can’t be . . . it can’t!

The figure slowly turned to her and pulled off its hood. Swirling lollipop eyes stared back at her.

“No . . .” she whispered.

The figure laughed and then a man’s and child’s voice spoke as one. “Trick or treat.”

The mare was unable to do anything as a red tendril forced it’s way into her mouth and through the back of her head.