Their Stories

Pinkie clutched the knife in her hooves. She didn’t want to do this. She didn’t deserve this. But, if her life continues this way, what’s the point of going on?

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“Pinkamena, dear” Brandon Hoovesworth called out from the other side of the door. “Is my niece ready for another round on the Game?” He had done this for nearly over a year now. Ever since the day Pinkie walked on him killing her classmate, he’s been playing this “Game” with her. He brought in victims every now and then, then started calling his niece over to help him kill them. Pinkie hasn’t been taking it well. This was traumatizing for her; she was still a filly, with no cutie mark. She couldn’t even escape when this happens because her uncle would always threaten to kill her.

He waited for a second, before knocking on the door. “Pinkamena?” he tried again. Still no response came. He began to have his doubts. Without any more waiting, he opened the door. What he found horrified even him.

There, in the center of the room, was Pinkie. She was lying on the floor, with one hoof outstretched and bleeding. In her other hoof was a small knife she always used under Hooveworth’s Game. Her eyes were closed as though she was taking a nap. But her hoof said it wrong; it had multiple cuts that were gashing out her blood she needed to live. She just wanted it all to end.

Hoovesworth didn’t want this. He didn’t want his niece to die by killing herself and leaving so young. Believe it or not, even though he’s the most wanted Murderer, he still valued keeping his family alive. Besides, this filly carries his legacy to kill. If he let her die now, once he’s caught and dies, his whole plan will end.

He ran over to the filly. From the looks of her wounds, she would die any moment now. Hoovesworth had to think of something, anything, to keep her alive. He then managed to remember something that just may work. He recalled how to turn one into a full Murderer or Apprentice. It was a simple process and the closest he could get. To this would be simple, he just had to get a vile of what was called Victim’s Blood, make her drink it down, and she would heal and become a full Murderer like him. Victim’s Blood had more than what was suggested by the name and was now very hard to come by nowadays. He just had the last remnants in his jacket, kept for emergencies or when he really wanted to turn her. He planned doing that when she becomes older, but now older was no longer an option. She has to take it now, or die.

He carefully wrapped her in one hoof; steady enough to make sure she didn’t speed up in bleeding. In the other hoof, he had a small vile of red. He put the open end of the vile to his niece’s lips, before letting it travel down her throat. He made sure she took every last drop.

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Pinkie shook herself up; a weird feeling over her. She felt something new about herself. She felt…different. She felt stronger, more resistant, faster, determined. Just seconds ago, she was about to die from suicide. Now, she felt much more power in her than before. She opened her eyes to see her Uncle Brandon Hoovesworth, or Hoofy for short. She stared in shock, while he seemed to be in awe. She knew he would hate her now for what she tried to do. She expected him yelling, screaming, anything! But all he did was smile and nod, as though impressed. She was confused. He was happy?

She looked down on her hoof, expecting to see it bandaged up or clean or bleeding. She was shocked to find that it had completely healed. That was impossible; she made sure her cut was deep and would be unable to heal. To see this was amazing. But still, why did she not die?

“It worked” Brandon said.

Pinkie looked up. “What worked? Uncle Hoofy, what happened?”

“I saw that you were bleeding on the floor; you tried to kill yourself. I just didn’t want to let you go so young, so I Turned you”

Pinkie sat up in shock. “YOU DID WHAT?!” she screamed. This was not good. She knew about what happens to those who Turn, and she didn’t like it.

“I’m sorry, Pinkamena. I Turned you, and there’s no turning back. But I didn’t want you to die, and it was the only way for you to live now”

“You turned me just to save me?”

Brandon raised his niece’s face to see eye-to-eye. “I may be the Alpha Murderer of Murderers, but you’re still my niece. And, yes, I did that just to save you”

Pinkie stared into her uncle’s eyes; she could tell he still cared for her, no matter what. But she still had to deal with the fact that now she is a full Apprentice. She broke down in tears with the sorrow that overwhelmed her. Brandon pulled his niece in for a hug, which she gladly accepted. She sobbed hard from the feeling. There was nothing she could do now, and her uncle was the only one who could help her through this.

“Uncle Hoofy…” she said through the sobs. “I’m scared”

“Shh, it’s okay, my little Pinkamena” Brandon cooed while caressing the filly’s mane. “Uncle Hoofy will help you through this”

“Will you atleast show me how to control this? I don’t want anypony to know”

Brandon pulled away from the hug to meet with his niece’s face. “I was just your uncle before; I’m now also your Master now. You’re going to be strong and powerful…” he then held her up, with a grin. “…my little Apprentice”

Pinkie…Pinkamena grinned back. She hated to Turn at first, but now she was no longer afraid of it. She was no longer a weak filly; she was the Apprentice of the Alpha Murderer.