Pretty Little Psycho

   It had been some time now since Celestia had me locked up in her dungeons, the putrid stench of moss growing on the cold stone a few cells down was among the only scents I knew. The others came from the sixteen Dragonets she had put in charge of guarding me.

'Surly she must know of the twenty-six Wyms I've killed. After all I'm the most lethal assassin and a wolf to boot. This small lot isn't even worth me tracking their scent.' I thought as I snickered to myself laying upon the floor awaiting the right moment to leave.

'Oh well.' I sighed only for the opening of the dungeon door to catch my attention.

                Soon to follow was a few scents I knew, yet for the time being they were new and welcomed in comparison to what I've been smelling. The first I noticed was Princess Luna, it was odd that she was coming down here. Following her was a couple of guards, one Royal the other Night Honor, at first it seemed odd that they were coming down here but as they drew closer I picked up on a fourth scent.

               Far more familiar to me than my home, the putrid rotting stench of death. It was masking something under it, something I couldn't pick up too well. Best way to hide something, mask it with something else.

               Before long she stopped before my cell, making me ponder what she could want with me. So I kept my gaze on the floor next to me till she threw the thing that reeked of death and decay. Looking at it I pondered it for a moment, then I realized it.

                     Luna had been holding Celestia's head with her magic this whole time.

               Sitting up I looked at her only to see tears and rage filled them, "I have a job for you. Would you be up to the task?" Her voice trembled as she tried to keep her composure, not out of fear of me but out of hate for what had happened to her sister.

                           With a nod I spread my dark blue wings, shaking them as I stretched myself out. The one who killed Celestia was a novice, left more than enough information behind to locate them. Luna gave me a name and where to start looking, I chuckled at how simple this would be.

                  As her magic enveloped the shackle around my neck she asked once more, "Are you sure you're up for the task I'm giving you?" With a nod I let out a blood thirsty laugh.

Feeling the last shackle fall from my body I ran as fast as I could, "Hurry now my pretty little psycho. Be my right hoof and bring forth my vengeance!" She shouted to me, knowing this job was already done.

         I ran out of the castle and howled at the moon. As a sign. Everypony knew that meant I was gonna kill again. My bright green eyes glowed as I ran. Luna said she moved the mirror to the only one who could keep it safe even if she didn't want to let him guard it. Discord. Time to pay a little visit to my old friend. I howled again and laughed. I spread out my wings and took flight.

          I flew strait into an odd looking cloud and found myself inside Discord's crazy house. I folded up my wings again. Hmm I can hear more than one voice talking. A big, insane-like smile formed on my face. Lets do a little spying. I kept going towards the voices keeping my body close to the ground. I looked around the corner and saw Discord with a pony. I think her name was ,Fluttershy. I giggled a little. How cute. I stood up and walked in the room. Aww they're kissing. Adorable.

          "I'm sorry if I'm interrupting something here." I said and giggled as Discord looked up scowling but when he saw me he smiled. The pony ,Fluttershy, blushed and hid behind her mane.  I smiled at her and waved my paw at her. She shyly waved her hoof back.

           "Ah, long time no see ,pretty little psycho assassin wolf. I suggest your here looking for the mirror to go assassinate the pony who killed our dear Princess Celestia?" Discord said. I nodded and grinned my crazy grin. He pointed to a room and I went in. There's the mirror.

Let's go kill this bitch ,Snow.

Ah, so your awake now?

Duh, I'm always up for a kill.

Well, that's true. Here we go ,Blood Drop. You ready?

I was born ready.

          I stepped into the mirror.