Dark tides.
John sat calmly, flipping through a book. It was just a book he borrowed from Twilight, it was just there to be there. John sat by his fire place pondering the moment he got his cutie mark. Was it joyful? When did it happen? He consistently thought to himself as he tapped his hoof on the ground. John was bored of this book, like he was with all books. John sighed and closed the book and placed it on his end table. He sighed once again looking at his hands, he seen the way he got, no earned his cutie mark. It was long ago maybe two decades? John didn't know anymore, he knew his daughter, Scootalo, and her friends would show up. At least he thought they would, he was off balance with his mind this last at night. He looked to his wrist watch to see the time.
"Only 10:50 p.m. ?" John whispered to himself.
John casually did this when he was alone. He muttered non-sense to himself, as he looked back at his hands. They were bloody, but it was black. John rubbed his eyes and it was gone. "Shit!" He shouted in his head. John went into the dinning room and sat in his master sized chair. He put his head in his hands, his ears flickered at a sound. He looked up from his hands to a scene he knew to well. His first kill, it was on the playground he recalled. Kids shouted as they stood around in a circle around two stallions fighting. He seen himself take punches from the bigger kid, until the colt version of John secretly used brass knuckles lined with small spikes. John was horrified at the scene of watching him beat this younger colt to death. John could only gag at what his younger self what was doing now. He couldn't and wouldn't see this again. John faded back into reality dropping to the floor. He coughed and choked on the air in the room as he tried to regain his breath.
"Fuck!" John shouted another curse.
John stood up shaking now, he felt a pain in his jaw and he tasted blood in his mouth. He wiped at it smearing the blood all over his arm. He gasped for air as he felt his stomach crunch and twist in a sickening way. John ran to the sink and vomited in it. It was pitch black like the darkest pits of hell. John felt the burning of his stomach acid through his throat, and into his mouth. He closed his eyes to see his cutie mark in the midst of darkness. The pitch black frightened him as a quiet groan let out of the dark. He opened his eyes and he was back in the dinning room. A figure of a mare came to him and kissed him fighting for control of his mouth with her tongue. John could feel her hand explore his body then he had his. John was surprised at this anomaly that was happing. At first he thought this was just another vision coming to him. It felt way too real for a vision, it was more like a dream?
John realized that this mare had already started on his hard cock. She started to lap up the sweat that had accumulated at the beginning of these nightmares. The mysterious mare moaned with a voice of an angel, it was familiar. He closed his eyes while the mare took him completely. He searched his memory deeply, deep into the back vault of his mind he went. John had almost forgotten about these memories. The particular mare who was blowing him showed up in his mind. He opened up his eyes to see himself in a dark bedroom, filled with scented candles, and many bottles of alcohol laying around. John watched the two ponies fuck each others brains out. The screaming for more filled his head with full with dizziness. Then out of the sex filled room, John heard a small whimper of a child. He followed the sound of the little filly down a hallway. The hallway he remembered was decorated with family portraits of Scootalo. He then came to the room where he heard cries from. John creaked the door open enough too see the small orange Pegasus filly in her bed crying.
"Why is daddy hurting mommy?" Scootalo cried softly into pillow.
The sorrow brought pain to the bright green Pegasus stallion. John never felt this bad about his actions before. John slowly moved to the side of Scootalo's bed. John somehow knew he couldn't be see or heard by her, so he sat by her bed side and sang a tune or more lullaby. Scootalo looked directly into John's eyes as I f she could see him for this brief moment. She stop crying and went to sleep. John, however caught a new sound. It was a sound not of happiness or joy, it was made up of madness, and pain. John slowly crept back into the hallway , and it was different. It no longer had any portraits of anybody. The walls where torn and ugly. The floors where stained with red and yellow colors. He got to the bedroom he started in and looked through a crack through the door.
John seen himself sitting atop of the woman with a knife sticking out of her head. He gasped at the sight of this. John then seen his past self cut the woman's body open down the middle of her. John's past self had no problem cutting down her center alignment. Past John the put his hands into the opening now created and forced open her rib cage. He then stated cutting out out organs and eating them, just like that. The present John vomited again, this time it was red. Johns eyes widened at this as he found himself back in his home. He was amazed and appalled at the same time. He was going through the most important events in his life. He pondered for a moment before concluding.
"I believe that when I started to wonder about cutie mark, I sent my myself into some PTSD." John assured himself over and over again.
He nodded as if he was going to be fine until the morning. John checked his watch, it was broken. The clock in the sitting room was broken as well as the one in the hall. Along with the broken clock is his bedroom. This scared him, he knew this wasn't right because he had just replaced the batteries for them today. John then heard a deep voice, but also screechy as well.
"Wouldn't you like to know what time it was?" The voice said laughing .
When the voice said this the clocks started to tick backwards into time. John didn't have any words to say to the mystery voice. He did have some thoughts about the voice. "This voice must either be in my head or its just a unicorn pulling a prank." He tought to himself.
"Why must you deny your talent Rebel?" The voice asked snickering.
No one called him by his last name in a good twenty years, since he was in the second grade at least. He started to get tired of thinking about it so he just stopped. John turned away from the black mass in the room and went upstairs to be met by a shadowy figure. The figure had no face but it had eyes. It wore clothes like all of us. These clothes where different, it looked like the figure was dressed for the Gala. John looked at the top of the stair case where it stood lifelessly. John just stared into its lifeless white eyes, it seemed it was doing, well the same thing. It sent John a chill up his spine as the shadow started to walk down the stairs toward him. John couldn't help, but feed his conscience. At least four or five steps away from each other the shadow put out his hand and waited for him to touch his shadowy hand. John reached out his hand to touch the shadow's hand, but when he did the shadow laughed and laughed despite not having a mouth. John's hand started to burn with pain. He pulled away, quickly realizing that the pain was gone instantly. The shadow man stopped laughing, and walked through the wall, and said
"I thought myself would be smarter than this? The old us wouldn't of touched it." The shadow man walked out behind John.
John decided not to turn around to face the shadow man. He only asked
"What do you mean us?"
The man almost replied instantly
"We are or used to be the same person at one point. Until you got yourself reformed." The shadow said with disgust.
Tides of darkness washed over John as the shadow explained his presence in his home. John's eye brow arched as he stretched his wings. John asked the man,
"So your saying you're apart of me?"
The man nodded and replied "Yes."
" And as you explained to me that you've been cast out of me when I got reformed."
The shadow replied with a nod. John continued,
"So you also said you where attached to me through what?" John now sat facing the pair of white eyes.
The shadow whispered and pointed to his left hip.
"Your cutie mark."
John looked down to his side and sighed with no intent on replying at all. He then went to the shadow and asked himself.
"What would it take to get rid of you?" He asked hopeful there was an answer.
The shadow man giggled and said bluntly. "Your soul, or you will go insane."
John looked up at the shadow and said " There has to be another way."
"No this is the end for you if you choose to give me your soul." The man let out a soft chuckle.
John didn't know what to do from this point he didn't know the right way. He sighed and nodded to the shadow man. John quickly said,
"I want to write a final note first."
The shadow replied.
"I did it for you. Now get ready."
Before John could answer he fell dead on the floor. The shadow then bent over to place his last will on his chest. The shadow then said.
"Good luck. I do hope you're born again nicer than you once where."
False hopes filled the air around the shadow man as he heard a door click open. He disappeared as Scootalo walked in and rushed in to discover what had happened to her father. A voice now echoes through the house."The perfect ending is what matters."
Author's Note
Sorry if it was horribly written because I'm used to writing it on paper first, but welcome to my first published story. 
