Chapters 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.
Rainbow Factory Dash, To Survive
“PLEASE! NO MORE!” Rainbow Dash cried as she was cut again on the side of her flank. She was just a filly, but stabbed now for several times. Let’s just say that there was this opening for who would be in charge of the Rainbow Factory for all those who were still Apprentices in the Organization. Rainbow got in the Organization by accident, and was kept there along with the rest of the fillies and colts during their training. The Pegasi were now also contestants of the heir to the Rainbow Factory, since the Captain said he would be too busy with his own apprentice to watch over it. Now, Rainbow was trying her best to survive atleast one round; those who don’t in the first round will be killed off but the others will prove worthy enough to see another day.
“Well, Rainbow Dead” the filly beating her up mocked, using her codename. “I guess this is why you named yourself that way”
Rainbow didn’t want this, not yet. She knew she would die if she didn’t act soon. To survive, she had to kill, but she didn’t want that. This foal that kept beating her up already succumbed to the monster they made in her. Dash had to make a choice: must kill or be killed.
“You’re not even trying anyway, D-“the foal didn’t get to finish as Rainbow bit her in the leg, causing her to scream. She tried kicking her off, but Dashie just bit harder, causing her to bleed. The filly was in horror to see that she just went from Victim to Killer. As much as Rainbow was once disgusted about it, she just let the blood of the filly enter her mouth as she gulped it down. She then finally brought her knife to the neck and stabbed her opponent. The filly’s eye’s rolled in the back of her head before it went limp. Rainbow then stood up, her kill at the feet of her.
“Rainbow Dead moves on to the next round” one of the mares judging the fight said. She crossed out the name of the other filly and let the
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“Now, to finish your descent and Turning…” the Captain said, taking out a small vial of red liquid. “…drink”
Rainbow stared at the vial for a while. “What’s that?”
“Drink”
Rainbow looked at it nervously; she knew it may be something bad.
“DRINK!”
The filly pegasus shook from fear because of that. Shaky hooves reached out for the vial, grasping it and bring it to her muzzle. It was drained slowly at first, but the glare from the stallion made the filly hasty in finishing it. After a while, it was all gone.
She then began to feel weird and different. She felt braver, bolder, and more powerful. She felt it all overwhelm her as she looked back up at the Captain, a twisted grin across her face.
Captain grinned at the sight; he knew that if he improved the Victim’s Blood by adding in a strong twist, it would corrupt the filly within seconds. He then gave the filly a black suit, mask, and goggles to wear. He also gave her a pair of daggers. The filly knew what that meant as she reached up and put on all equipment, and tested the daggers.
“What did you once call yourself?” Captain asked the filly.
“Innocently, I was called Rainbow Dash. Here, I’m Rainbow Dead”
“Rainbow Dead, fitting name”
“And stay in there until you heal for the next try!” Skinning Rush yelled as he threw a bleeding filly into the toolshed. He then huffed in anger as he trotted away.
Inside, a young Rarity was crying as she was bleeding in her left hind hoof. She had been foalnapped for two weeks now. She was having a normal little outing with her parents at the playground. Before they were leaving, her father made a call on a phone booth while her mother packed up the mess. Rarity, still being a filly, was getting bored and began to wander around to find something to do. She made a bad decision when a large stallion with a grey coat and black mane drugged her and took her away. He then said something about “making her stronger” but it would be a long time before he decided to do that. For the meantime, he did a hard tactic in training Rarity to kill. He blindfolded her and told her to throw knives at the target board on the tree. But, because she kept missing, he cut her repeatedly on the hooves and locked her in the toolshed until she was healed or ready to try again. It was torture.
Rarity dragged herself across the room, wincing in pain as she went. She finally reached the box on the other side of the room that had the bandages. Using her magic, she levitated the bandages and began to patch herself up. She really wished she just stayed with her mother or her father. She had just had enough of this way of living. She pulled herself to the other box she hid in the room, and took out an axe. Her trainer never gave her an axe, but she kept it ready and hidden for when she was strong enough to play the plan.
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“Okay, Bloody!” Skinning Rush yelled out the codename he gave Rarity as he approached the toolshed. “It’s been two weeks since your last try and I think you’re ready again for another!”
He opened the door to, expecting to see the same filly hiding in the corner every time he opened the door after every two weeks, only to find it empty.
“Huh?” he cocked his head to the side. “Bloody?” he called out. No answer. He walked inside to find the young filly. He had no idea she was just hiding up the ceiling, axe in hand.
“C’mon, Bloody! Don’t make me stab you too early again!” Rush yelled one last time before Rarity leapt on him, hacking him viciously with the axe. He struggled to get the young unicorn off, but she had the advantage due to her species. She hacked his hind legs and caused him to collapse. When she got off his back, she wasted no second as she chopped off his head.
Rarity panted; this was her first time to kill somepony. She then saw something like a bottle of red flying in the air but didn’t get to react when it dropped to her mouth. She tried to get it out, but the fluid inside just dropped into her throat. She felt a bit numb after as the empty bottle dropped to the floor. The taste was somehow…metallic. She felt that she just got stronger, unbeatable, and full of energy.
Rarity snapped out of her trance, shuddering it off as though it was merely a dream. She then noticed that there was a map in the saddlebag of her “trainer”. She took it and saw that it showed a pathway that led back to civilization. She walked out of the toolshed, carrying the axe as she went. Looking back one last time at her victim’s body, she slammed the door and walked off as though nothing happened.
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Rarity was getting tired from the long walk. She was travelling from the toolshed in the forest all the way back to town. It was already nighttime, and to make things worse, it was even raining. But nonetheless, she finally got out of the forest and followed the pathway home. The blood from her kill a while back was washed off as she ran through the rain. Finally, she found her house and left the axe behind.
“Rarity?” he asked as he looked down. “Is that really you?”
“Hello daddy!”
Immediately, Rarity’s dad cried tears of joy as he lifted his lost daughter and held her close, never wanting to let her go again. He closed the door as he called for his spouse. “Honey, wake up! It’s a miracle! Rarity’s finally back!”
The filly’s mother ran down the stairs as fast as she could; join in for the hug as she saw her daughter was alive and well and finally reunited.
“Oh my little girl! I was so worried! I missed you so much!” Rarity’s mother exclaimed as she held her daughter in the air.
“I’m sorry I walked away, mommy and daddy”
“Oh, it’s alright, dearest. Now, let’s get you all dried up and get you something to eat. You must be hungry”
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“Sweet dreams, our dear” Rarity’s mother said with a kiss on the forehead. They allowed their daughter to be in their bedroom since one, they missed her. And two, she had a bad dream.
“I love you, mom and dad” Rarity said as she closed her eyes.
“We love you too, sweetie” Rare’s dad said.
Rarity didn’t know that, aside from the axe, she still had something she kept from the whole experience. The Victim’s Blood was still in her, just waiting for the right time to take full control. Rarity was still young that whole time, but already, she was a murderer in the making.
“I said, kill it NOW!” Brandon Hoovesworth yelled at the young Fluttershy as she trembled with the knife in her hoof. Ever since the day Pinkamena left him at work and became Pinkie Pie, he had been searching for a new apprentice. He tried his best to keep himself out of sight and find the most vulnerable and easy foal to corrupt and become his new Apprentice, but he finally found one in the forest. It was yellow filly with a pink mane and butterflies for cutie mark, named Fluttershy. From the look in her eyes, she was the perfect target. He quickly took her and found this easier due to her being “weak” and her timidness. The first time he tried to get her to kill, she just bawled her eyes out. Now, he was just having enough of her reluctance.
“I SAID NOW, YOU OLD DOG!” Brandon yelled at the filly, who just cowered in fear.
“Please, no” Fluttershy whimpered as Brandon yelled at her again. She didn’t want to kill this poor foal. She didn’t want to become a full Murderer, or Apprentice. She knew about the decision she was gonna do; painful, but quick and easy. She raised the knife up, but not to cut the foal they captured. She, instead, tilted the blade across her neck. Brandon could only look on in horror for she was gonna do next.
“I’m sorry” she said before she slit her neck a bit.
“No” Brandon said as he watched her collapse on the floor. He this was like Pinkamena all over again. He knew what he had to do in order to keep her, but atleast turning fillies and colts at young ages was now just basically like a daily thing nowadays. He ran over to her, and gave her the vile of red he held in secret. Without warning, he rammed it down the young filly’s throat until it was all gone.
Fluttershy began to heal at a fast rate, but still cried at what Brandon just did to her. She felt weird as the vile began to spread all over her body. She tried her best to fight off the darkness that wanted to corrupt her, but the vile was too potent. She began to feel stronger, faster, more durable, elusive…and deadly. Without hesitation, she took the knife and cut the foal in the chest. The look in her eyes was cold.
Brandon grinned; he made the vile extra potent like he did with that other filly with the rainbow mane. This just made his experiments with the Victim’s Blood even better. At this rate, he could corrupt an army of fillies and colts even on their first day of corruption. But, nonetheless, after such a long time of inflicting pain and torture and madness, he finally got his Apprentice.
“Well, my little Apprentice” he said calmly as he began to approach her. “It’s time for choosing a new playmate and…”
But Brandon didn’t even get to finish his sentence when the filly threw her knife at him, almost got him by the chest. He was surprised at that, Victim’s Blood was supposed to make her do as he commanded. He looked back at her to see that she wasn’t backing down. It didn’t take him long enough to realize something went wrong.
My little niece and her adding of extra! He thought to himself. She added something to make it even worse and now… This time, the next knife Fluttershy threw got him stuck to the wall. As he tried to free himself, he noticed she got faster and was no longer in the basement. The next moment she was, she came downstairs with a phone.
“Hello, Police!” she cried as she faked fear in her voice. “Please! Help me! He’s killing me! It hurts! IT HURTS!” she exaggerated further by cutting herself on the hooves. She then hung up on the phone.
“Murdershy” Brandon used her codename. “What is the meaning of this?”
“The meaning of this?” she mocked, her voice now getting raspy. “The meaning of this is that this filly will not die in vain” she said before falling down on the floor.
Brandon was getting angrier than ever now.
“Uncle Hoofy!” his niece’s voice rang out as she stepped down the stairs, but only at the top where she was safest. “I just want to say goodbye before you get taken to prison and…you just killed a filly, I’m going back up”
The pink filly just marched upstairs with her eyes wide, like she just went through a trauma. I swear, she was gonna be sick.
“Pinkamena Diane Pie! Get back here this instant!” Brandon yelled. The only response he got was the sound of the sirens of a police car, no an entire crowd of police cars. The next thing he knew was that the police came down to take him away. He managed to get a good peak at what happened to Fluttershy. She was placed on a stretcher with an ambulance helping her.
“Miss? Miss, can you hear me?” one of the nurses asked as they took her in the ambulance. She opened her eyes weakly, the cold look in them gone. “What is your name?”
“Flu…Fluttershy” she said weakly.
“Okay, Fluttershy. You’re gonna be okay. We’re gonna make sure you’re okay. Don’t worry, we’ll find your parents and you’ll be with them again in no time. You’re gonna go back home and see your mommy”
“Mommy?”
“Yes, your mommy. Just stay with us”
The last thing Fluttershy heard was the ambulance sirens, the struggles of Hoovesworth, and the face of a small pink filly.
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The next thing Fluttershy knew was that she was no longer at the crime site, but in a hospital ward. She saw that she was now breathing through a gas mask; a blood bag was attached to her hoof. But, nonetheless, she lived.
“Fluttershy?” a familiar voice rang out.
“Mom?”
The next thing she knew was that her mother was with her. She just couldn’t believe it.
“Oh my sweet little butterfly! I’m so happy you’re alive!”
“Mom?” Fluttershy was happy to see this. “I can’t believe it’s you! I thought you were dead!”
“I was just looking for you, sweetie. Now that I’ve got you back, I’m never letting you go again. I’m so sorry I made you think that”
“It’s okay, mom. Where’s dad? And Zephyr?”
“They are down the Waiting Room, just waiting for the news of your life”
Fluttershy was so happy to be reunited with her family at last. She felt fear as the memory of Brandon came to mind. “Mommy, I’m scared”
“Shh, it’s okay” Shy’s mother said as she pulled her daughter in for a hug. “Mommy’s here for you now”
Fluttershy was happy at that. But she knew she had to be wary of herself. Not because of Brandon, but because of the Victim’s Blood. She knew she got her family back, now she had to struggle to keep away her darker side.
“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?
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Darklight Sparcackle, Peer Pressure and Paranoia
“Fluttershy, remind me again why are running?” Twilight asked as she followed and ran with the yellow mare.
Fluttershy looked behind them before her eyes gaped open as though from fear. “Pick up the pace! She’s gaining on us!” she yelled as she and Twilight ran faster.
“Who is?!” Twilight yelled back as Fluttershy opened the door to the room in the forest.
“Hurry inside, Twilight!” the mare frantically yelled as the Alicorn ran inside. Right there, the Pegasus quickly went in and slammed the door. She then locked it, and began boarding up the door and windows. All the while, Twilight kept wondering what was going on with her friend.
When Fluttershy finally finished, she breathed a sigh of relief. That was when she noticed Twilight approach. “So…WHAT THE HAY IS GOING ON WITH YOU?!”
The Pegasus cringed a bit, before she looked down. She knew that this would soon come to the light, but this was the worse way ever. She hoped she had enough time to get Twilight out of the danger before her “number” came up, but her shyness made it all too late. Now she would have to explain everything that happened all those years ago, how they turned, what they went through, and the beasts that roamed their souls just waiting for the right moment to take over once again. Shy managed to keep herself from going completely nuts by taking in only small amounts at a time and the rest filled with vegetables and fruit. Her friends, on the other hoof, just went haywire.
“Oh, I’m sorry if I scared if I scared you. Just tell me, what’s going on? Twilight said, interrupting her thoughts.
Fluttershy looked down for a bit, before finally talking. “I just hope I don’t scare you”
Twilight was confused. “Why? Fluttershy, if there’s a problem, you can tell me”
Fluttershy shut her eyes tightly. “Just don’t scream” she said before she changed to her form. She concentrated very hard since she hadn’t done this in a while. Before long, she felt herself change to her Murderess form. Her mane was no longer like her long one, instead it was shorter. A scar appeared all across her stomach, neck, and cutie mark. A small necklace with a pendant that resembles a chainsaw revealed itself. Fluttershy’s cutie mark then changed from her normal butterflies to a knife dripping with blood. When she opened her eyes, her irises turned from white to black and her pupils were a darker shade of blue.
Twilight was shocked to see what her friend just turned into. It looked so hard to believe this was the same Fluttershy she met. She was afraid of what just happened that she was backing up slowly. Fluttershy just stared at her. Twilight knew that those were the eyes of a Murderess, but for some strange reason, they didn’t seem like the one to fear. Those eyes were that of fear.
The Alicorn could only say one thing. “You’re a Murderess?”
Fluttershy nodded. “And so are Pinkamena, Rainbow Factory Dash, Crazity, and Murderjack”
“Who?”
“Sorry, those are our codenames. Pinkamena’s Pinkie, Rainbow Factory Dash is Rainbow Dash, Crazity is Rarity, and Murderjack is Applejack”
“All of you are Murderesses”
Fluttershy nodded again.
“So, what’s your codename?”
“Hoovesworth wanted to call me Murdershy, but I chose to be called Butchershy”
“Butchershy, wow. How did you…?”
“Turn? Same as Rainbow and Pinkamena; Hoovesworth used Victim’s Blood. For Pinkamena, it was to save her life. To Rainbow, it was to make a successor for the Rainbow Factory. In my case, it was to replace Pinkamena since she got her cutie mark and became Pinkie. Murderjack and Crazity, on the other hoof, had another way of how. Crazity was foalnapped and when she killed her trainer, she accidently drank a vile that landed in her mouth. Murderjack, same about the vile, except it was to save her mother from getting killed by a Murderer. We were all fillies back then”
“Then, that must be why you were so shy! You were trying to keep yourself from snapping!”
Fluttershy…Butchershy nodded. “But, just recently, all of our counterparts have been able to resurface. Apparently, as we all got angry and upset, they had been able to build up on all that negativity. When we were younger, we were able to suppress them to the point of forgetting they ever existed. But all the while, they were actually just there, waiting for the right moment to take over once again. When they did, we all found out about each other and that kept us from killing each other, as we cannot kill colleagues. Pinkamena and the others went crazy and began to feed off a lot of Victims. I, not wanting to be found out, only took a small amount every now and then to avoid going nuts”
“Well, even as a Murderess, you are noble. But tell me, why didn’t you tell me before?”
“You think anypony as innocent and kind as you would just accept the fact that one of your friends was a Murderess? ‘Hello, Twilight. I just came by to tell you that I’m a Murderess’”
“Meh, good point. Good point”
Butchershy sighed. “Anyway, the moment I found out about Pinkamena’s Number System again, I tried my best to keep yours from coming up, but now it did”
“Is that why you kept asking me to move away all those days ago?”
“Yep. Now that it failed, she was supposed to drug you out with a cupcake, but because I got there first to get you away, she’s furious. That’s why we were running a while ago; she got the others to do her bidding as well. I, of course, was part of her group. Now that I just “defied” her, she’s probably gonna kill me”
“You have a group?”
Butchershy nodded. “We wanted to make you Leader, but since you weren’t like us, we had to do a Competition of Single Combat to choose our Alpha. It all led up in Pinkamena winning”
“I can’t imagine what she must be like as a Leader”
“She’s very cold and gives orders right away. If we don’t obey, she’ll kick our flank. Oh, and one more thing. This room? It’s my private forest room, can you imagine how mad Mena’s gonna be when she finds out I escaped with you in here?”
At that moment, they heard something pounding at the door. “Butchershy!” a voice yelled out. “I know you’re in there with Twilight! Hand her over or else!”
“Not good, she found us” Butchershy whispered to Twilight. Right then, the Alicorn noticed something in Butchershy’s wing. It was a small vile of red.
“What’s that?”
“This? It’s Victim’s Blood. This stuff is what turns foals into Apprentices and grown ponies into Murderesses and Murderers. I was gonna break it so as to fool Mena that I killed you so you can go hide and escape”
Twilight thought for a moment. This task would come a great cost, but the pounding on the door showed there was no option. “Do you have somewhere I can hide?”
Butchershy nodded. “There’s a false wall behind us, big enough to hide even Celestia. Why?”
She didn’t even notice that Twilight already hid herself in the wall.
“Good choice” she whispered, even if that may not be true. Without hesitation, she faced the door that still pounded. She held a hoof up to her neck, and grasped at the pendant. She then pulled it off as it grew and grew into a real chainsaw.
“Come and get me” she said.
She had no idea that the vile was no longer tucked under her wing.
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Twilight panted and calmed her breathing to normal upon entering the closet. She had no idea how long she had until that door would open and her now Murderess friends would kick open the door and, find her, probably torment the only noble friend left, and kill her. She then opened her clamped forehooves to reveal she had hidden a small vial of red. Yes, she took the vile of Victim’s Blood while Butchershy wasn’t looking before hiding.
She lifted the vile up to her face, uncorking it and allowing its scent through her nose. The smell was like that of real blood.
Should I really do this?
She knew that if she took it, there was no turning back. But, if she didn’t she’d be dead when found and Butchershy would be caught rebelling for nothing. She decided upon hearing the sound of a door breaking open, and a familiar voice rang out.
“YOUR LIFE IS MIIIIIIINE!”
Twilight then heard familiar voices, including Butchershy’s own and the sound of a chainsaw and knife. She looked at the vile one last time, before making her decision.
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“You are one heck of a rebel, Butchershy!” Rainbow Factory Dash yelled at the mare. The Pegasus didn’t look like her normal self anymore. Her eyes were black, like Butchershy’s, but her pupils were now blood red. She wore what looked like a black cape all over her body. There were grey marking that revealed the scars she had on her flank, neck, and stomach. Her cutie mark was now a red lightning bolt with a scar mark on each side.
“And proud to be!” Butchershy yelled back, turning on her chainsaw.
Rainbow then began their little fight with two daggers. She and Butchershy were in a battle of single combat, neither one getting the upper hoof. Finally, somepony got them to settle the whole fight.
“Got you!” a marshmallow colored mare said as she pinned Butchershy down from behind. Her mane was purple, but all messy. She had scar marking on her hooves and neck. Her neck had a scarf that hid the mark as it was pink and decorated with unicorn horns. Her cutie mark was a single gemstone with a blood drop inside it. Her eyes were black, and her pupils were deep blue. It was Crazity.
“And the winner is Rainbow Factory Dash!” Murderjack declared. She had a scar mark on her each hoof, chin, and neck. Her cutie mark was now a black apple with blood on it. She wore a red neckerchief that hid her neck scar like Crazity. Her Stetson also now had a symbol that was similar to the one on the neckerchief: a rotten apple with blood. Her eyes were now a darker shade of green.
“Thanks, Crazity. Wouldn’t have got her without you” Rainbow thanked the mare.
“My pleasure, darling” the unicorn said.
“Good to see you got the little rebel” Pinkamena’s voice rang out. Her mane was deflated. She had scars on her body’s side, neck, cutie mark, chest, and cheek. She wore a collar made of unicorn horns. Her eyes were now a dark blue.
Butchershy began to fear for her life at the sight of Pinkamena. This was Brandon Hooveworth’s niece. And rebelling her would lead to serious consequences.
“Anything to say for yourself, Butchershy?” the pink mare growled at the yellow one’s face.
She whimpered in response.
“You disobeyed me by helping our victim escape, how about a little lesson in obedience? I bet a week of nightmares should be enough to make you fully obey me”
“I’m sorry” the mare hid her face in her hooves.
“What?”
“I’m sorry”
“Oh?”
“I just wanted to keep her from dying, just this once. I really don’t want to see one of our friends suffer, that’s why I did this. What if she Turned?”
Pinkamena was taken aback by this, but nonetheless still mad. “Well, you’re still like those Normals. You still have your sanity and deny yourself of the best you truly are. If Twilight did Turn, I’d let her be with us and live. But, I mean, who would take in the likes of us?” she then stabbed Butchershy in the front hoof as the mare yelped in pain.
“Now say it!”
Butchershy whimpered. “You’re my Alpha, I’m your slave”
“That’s more like it”
“Do any of ya’ll smell that? Smells like…Normal” Murderjack said.
Pinkamena sniffed the air. “Oh, indeed. Follow the scent, faithful Murderjack”
The earth pony obeyed; she sniffed around until she found the source, a wall. She gave it a tap, before finding it to be a fake and there was breathing inside. She then broke the wall with a buck
“That’s my mare!” Rainbow cheered.
“Mah pleasure”
They finally opened the door to reveal lavender Alicorn inside, with an empty vile in her mouth. They dropped their gaze. Did Twilight just Turn herself into a…? They didn’t even get to react when the transformation took place. Nothing major yet, she just had black eyes now and pupils were now nearing blood red. The Alicorn then took to the air, revealing herself to the rest of the gang. She was horrified to see the state her friends now were. But a small groan got her attention. She looked down to see one of them was pinning Butchershy down, and she had a knife in her hoof!
Without hesitation, Twilight lifted Crazity right off Butchershy and got the others to get away. She then pulled the knife off the yellow mare’s hoof.
“Twilight…did you just…?” she was surprised to see her friend.
“It’s alright, Butchershy. I’m here, just stay with us”
“I’ll be fine”
“Well, you did do a good job” Pinkamena got their attention.
“What’s wrong with you, Pinkie?”
“Pinkie?” the mare sneered. “My name’s Pinkamena. And second, welcome aboard”
“What?!”
“The moment you took the Victim’s Blood” Butchershy said. “Is the moment you submitted yourself to Pinkamena. She now rules over you as Alpha”
“Doesn’t it apply that I’m an Alicorn?”
“Nope. See, Twilight. When you decide an Alpha, it doesn’t matter on your race anymore, as long as you defeated them all in Single Combat. And the Blood Butchershy gave you was hers, which signed you over to me upon intake”
“No, that’s not true”
“Oh, but it is” Pinkamena then turned to Butchershy, who was still trying to get up. “Okay, Butchershy. I’ll let you off this time with only locking you in the room for a week, but only because you gave us a new colleague. Speaking of which, welcome to the group. Girls!”
Upon word, the rest of the gang came to Pinkamena. She then walked, with them following her. The mare said one last thing before leaving, “Oh, and don’t forget to change to normal when leaving. And get a codename. See you at Sugarcube Corner!”
“Are you alright?” Twilight asked as Butchershy got up.
“I’ve been better, just a scar, I’ll be fine”
“Are all those scars from her?”
“Some are, others were Rainbow’s and Crazity’s. But you gotta change back when you leave, just concentrate. Like so”
Butchershy then morphed back to her regular form. Twilight did the same, as her eyes returned to normal.
“Why did you take the Blood?”
“Why did you save me?”
“You’re better off alive than dead in my book”
“I wanted to live, and keep you alive”
Butchershy nodded. “Thanks”
“So, do I pick a codename or?”
“Yeah, you get to pick”
“Okay, how about…Darklight Sparcackle?”
“Not bad”
“Thanks”
“Come on, we better go. Still got plenty to teach you about being a Murderess”
Pinkamena and the others were all at the basement of Sugarcube Corner, all in their Murderess forms. They all sat at a huge table, discussing their plans for leaving.
“So basically, there’s a Train Station underground that will take us to our destination. There will be a guide that will show us where we are going to stay in our new land. The Captain explained that it have enough bedrooms for all of us, and even an isolation room incase somepony needs to be punished” Pinkamena explained everything, eyeing at Butchershy at the last part.
Butchershy just cringed in response and fear, not daring to look up at her Alpha.
Darklight looked at her friend, before she reacted. “Wait, so, we’re just gonna…?”
“Leave?” Rainbow continues, no emotion in her voice. “Yep”
“But, we have our whole lives here” Darklight tried to reason out.
Crazity shook her head. “Tsk, tsk, Darklight. It’s hard for you to understand since you just Turned and you haven’t even killed or got your first scar yet”
“What Crazity means to say is that when you’re a Murderer like us, you have to go where you’re sent to, even if it means leaving your home behind” Murderjack calmly said while drinking a glass of cider.
“When did you guys stop caring?” Darklight asked.
Everypony else except for Butchershy looked at each other, before breaking out in laughter. Darklight just stared in confusion to them, and then Butchershy, still cringing from fear. After they all recovered from their laughing fits, they all explained when.
Pinkamena rocked back in her chair. “When my uncle Turned me”
“When I took the Victim’s Blood” Rainbow added.
“When I killed my first disrespectful pony” Murderjack chimed in.
“When I had my first scar” Crazity proudly showed off.
The four then glared at Butchershy, who sighed before explaining. “When I found my Chainsaw Amulet”
Darklight looked at Butchershy in confusion. “Chainsaw Amulet?”
“It’s an amulet that resembles a chainsaw when used, and then a necklace when not in use. It was found in a forest. We tried to get to it to activate, but only when Butchershy used it was when it responded” Pinkamena explained.
“Whoa”
“Anyway, it’s official” Pinkamena then stood up from her chair. “Say your goodbyes to your families. drop the single ones at the Castle and meet at Town Square. And if any of you try to rebel or say the real reason or bring anypony else, I’ll put you in the Nightmare lens!”
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Applejack was leaving outside, her saddlebag ready and she was about to take off from Sweet Apple Acres. Applebloom wanted to come, but Applejack wouldn’t allow her. When she was asked where she will go and she’ll be back, she only said…
“I’ll be gone for a long time”
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“Mistress, please!” Bunny begged as she hugged Fluttershy’s leg tightly, dragging herself across the floor. “Don’t leave me!”
“I’m sorry, Bunny. But you have to go to the Castle with the others”
“Then take me with you!”
“I can’t. They won’t allow it”
“Atleast promise me you’ll come back for me”
Fluttershy was about to protest, but Bunny’s eyes got to her. “Okay, I promise I’ll be back one day”
“Thank you”
“Now will you go?”
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Pinkie Pie just left the Cakes despite their protests. They decided to let her go, completely unaware of where she will go or what she will then.
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“Are you sure I can’t come?” Spike asked as the Rainbow, Fluttershy, and Rarity dropped off Scootaloo, Bunny, and Sweetie Belle.
“It’s for the best, Spike”
“But why?”
“It’s best you don’t know”
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“You’re all here, good” Pinkie said as the last of her group joined her at Town Square.
“Where is this guide?” Twilight asked.
“Right here” a voice rang out. They looked to see a black stallion with a grey mane.
“It’s about time” Pinkie said.
“Come, then. It will be dark soon”
“Yes, Thorn”