Their Stories

“Mom! Dad!” a young Applejack called out for her parents. She remembered seeing them going down this alley. As she approach the dark alley, she heard a scream of terror. The sound made her go into overdrive and run there. What she found scared her. There, at the alley, just a couple feet away were her parents. Her mother was pinned to the wall by a stallion with a purple body and a blue mane. Her father was just beside them, his throat slit and bleeding out. The stallion pinning Applejack’s mother had a knife and was about to position it to the throat of the mare.

Applejack herself was watching the entire thing. It was horrifying to see the scene unfold. She was feeling like she about to break. Her father’s corpse, the weapon with the murderer, the fear in her mother. It was all too much. She was so caught up at the horror that she didn’t notice a vile of red flying in the air and landing in her mouth. Apparently, her mother tried kicking at the murderer in a vain attempt to escape but made a vile from his pocket fall out instead.

Applejack tried to get the vile out, but by the time she did, it was empty. She shuddered as she realized she drank the whole thing. She wanted to gag it out, but it already went through her throat. She then felt something different about herself. She began to feel stronger, more determined, and powerful.

Without hesitation, she rammed the stallion up to the wall, freeing her mother. The murderer tried to push her off, but for such a young filly, she was too strong. It wasn’t until he noticed a drop of red in her mouth that he realized what happened to her. He was about to try another tactic, but the filly cut him across the face. He winced a bit from the pain, but as he tried to make her get off again, she just pounced on him hard and stuffed an apple in his mouth!

“Ya like apples, don’t ya?” she mused.

He didn’t even do anything as she stabbed him repeatedly, and even punching him in the face so as to make him bleed. Applejack’s mother couldn’t watch as she tried her best to keep herself crying about her husband.

“And that is for Dad!” Applejack’s voice rang out before she finally stopped and got off the stallion. The body just laid there, a mangled mess of a corpse left behind with a knife left in the chest. The filly saw a small faucet nearby, and washed the blood right off herself. She then turned to her mother.

The mare just nodded. “You did what had to be done”

“You won’t tell the cops, will you?”

The mare hesitated, but shook her head. “We better just say that we were attacked, some mysterious pony saved us by killing the culprit but couldn’t save your dad”

Applejack nodded. And she just joined her mother in mourning for the loss of her father. Applejack was scared and traumatized by the whole ordeal. And since that day, she had been keeping a bloodthirsty counterpart at bay in the deepest depths of her mind. But one could never escape themselves, could they?