Not all cutiemarks are good

by Silver Speed

Rating: everyone
Tags: Horror, Adventure, Dark, Thriller
Length: 444

The CMC are getting more impatient each day as they wait for their cutiemarks to finally come. Finally, they crack...

"Hi Rainbow Dash!"
"Oh, hey squirt."
"Rainbow Dash, you gotta come see this NOW! You'll love it!"

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-07-24 21:06:27 UTC

Chapter One: Little filly, all alone

"Hey Sweetie Belle! You seen Scoots?"

Apple Bloom asked as the two fillies

entered the school house. Sweetie

shook her head,"I haven't seen her all

week. Weird, huh?"

"Yeah, weird."

The two fillies entered the class room

and sat at their normal desks.

"Okay, class! Get out your plant biology

text books and open them to part 37."

The whole class sighed, but Nopony

dared disobey Ms Cherilie. As the

teacher tried to explain some supposedly

simple part about how plant cells work,

Sweetie and Apple Bloom continued

to whisper.

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Scootaloo opened her eyes, only to

see compleat darkness. She looked

around, but she could not see a thing.

Scoots became aware of a foul stench

that reached her lungs. She coughed,

almost unable to bare the smell, and

covered her muzzle with her hoove.

Scootaloo looked up sharply, as she

thought she had heard hoove steps.

Something let out a growl in the dark,

and Scootaloo knew she was not alone

any more...

Chapter Two: A voice in the shadows.

London was quite at night. The killer

galloped through the empty streets,

smiling in the dark. His smile was more

of a smirk, and it showed his amazingly

long fangs. He was hungry. Ah ha. His

first victim of the night stepped out of

the shadows.

But, wait. This 'victim'

was camly trotting towards him, not

fleeing in terror. He was not sure if

this was good or not. A voice came from

the shadows, or possibly the pony that

was now only a few metres away from

him. It was a mare, but her voice was

tough. The killer knew her voice and

stopped. She spoke.

"Why, hello Spring Lock. So nice to

see you again. What's the rush?" Her

voice had a British accent.

"It's you." Spring Lock said. He was

still hungry, and her throat was an easy

target. He resisted the urge to bite her,

and asked,"You got her?"

The mare looked at Spring Lock.

"I'm sorry, but I've not got a clue

what you're talking about."

Spring Lock glared at her with hungry

eyes.   "Padlock Chain, I can quite easely

rip your head of your shoulders and feast

on your blood, but I'm sure you wouldn't

want that. So why not give me that damn

filly's location RIGHT NOW."

Padlock smiled, and there was a

mischievous glint in her lilac eyes.

I'm afraid not, sir. I have to go now, but

I'll see you around.

With that, the mare lightly stomped her

hoove on the ground, and the shadows

seemed to surround her. In an instant,

she was gone.