They Call Her Aliss

“Citizens of Equestria, I am so dearly sorry to warn you all of a recent danger that has become amongst us. It is not a monster, it is not one of threats have plagued our home before, it is another pony. She is wanted for the murders of 10 Equestrian residents as well as 14 Royal Guards. We haven't identified an actual suspect, but witness and survivor reports have noted her descriptions. They are a Bat Pony with light grey fur, a black mane that starts to lighten at the tips. We are currently unaware of their eye color. If you find a mare that matches these descriptions, please contact the royal guard, or any pony of authority. Thank you.”

I watched from an alley. Celestia’s message to Equestria has been playing in the center of nearly every town and city for the past few weeks. All because of my actions. The broadcasts have changed at least 3 times to continue to grab the attention of ponies. The first one distinctively told about the first three murders I've committed, and more or less told everypony to be careful. About a week later it changed to warn that it was a pony who committed them. A few days passed and they then started calling me a heartless killer with no remorse. Then after my encounter with the Royal Guard, it has changed to the current one.

I never realized how corrupt and how much of liars the Princesses are. After all they talk about friendship, and peace and harmony, the way they approached my new found “popularity” was the damn near opposite.

I never meant to hurt anypony. I never meant to turn out the way I did. I hate it when I hear ponies talk about me saying “She's nothing more than a monster”. Or “How messed up do you have to do this?” They know nothing..

When I was three years old my mom, dad, and me moved from Ponyville to Canterlot since my mother had gotten a job as one of Princess Luna’s personal Royal Guards there. Things were more or less normal for a few weeks after the move. We got comfortable, my father stayed at home to take care of me, and we were actually happy. That all changed soon however. There had been reports of a few killings going on in the city during the nighttime, and most of Luna’s guards were dispatched to find the pony responsible. One of those guards was my mother.

A few days passed and they didn't find anypony that was responsible, and they were going to call off the search until my mother found him. According to reports she saw the killer standing over another pony, knife in hand, and the victim having multiple stab marks in their body. The killer caught sight of my mother and ran. My mother took flight and proceeded to chase him. My mom was 3 meters away from him when the killer turned around, cocked his leg, and threw the knife. It landed perfectly in my mothers throat, and he ran away. The reports showed that she was alive for close to 10 minutes while she slowly choked to death on her own blood.

My mother's death affected my father so much. He fell into depression. Up to the point where he almost lost possession of me. It was almost 2 years before my father eventually slipped out of depression. At that point I was starting kindergarten.

Even in Kindergarten I wasn't exactly liked. I was constantly bullied and was put down. From an early age I developed depression, and hated school. In Kindergarten I was called a loser, First Grade was called stupid, Second I was called a baby, and so on and so on. I was never given a break. Every day i had to endure 8 hours of torment, of pain, and hell. I never found out why. I never found out why the hell I was so hated. Why the hell I was forced to be a voodoo doll for their torment.

The only escape I had was my father. He knew of my situation at school, and he tried damn near everything to stop it. But anything he did was for nothing. Because each day after, it was the same. Each and every day he tried to make up for my school life. He took me out to places, he played with me, he even took the extra step to come to school with me, and to stay there for an hour or two, trying to prolong the hell that I would have to suffer for just a little bit longer. He tried looking for other schools that I could attend, but as big as Canterlot was, there was only one school. So I was forced to stay and take the torment. In the start of 4th grade things kind of settled down. I had actually made a friend for once. People didn't look at me like I was something that had crawled out of the trash, I was looked at like an actual PONY. Or I thought i was. A month into it things changed in almost literally a blink of an eye. I walked into school, and was heading to the class when a group of 3 ponies jumped me. I was horrifically beat in front of all my classmates, peers, and more or less the whole school. A punch to the stomach there, the throat, my head, everywhere. All the while I was conscious. And all the while they laughed. The ponies hurting me, and those watching.

They beat me so bad that i was almost sent to the hospital. I eventually passed out and woke up in the school nurse's office. My dad picked me up, and we went home…

After that day the beatings became more often. And as I grew older, more severe. They only began to grow less frequent when I got into middle school. When they actually started caring about my situation. In school, and at home I was constantly told to not fight back. I was always told that if I started fighting back that I would be no better than they were. But now that I think of it, things would've been a lot different if I had. If I had just knocked one of them out, or at least tried to. And for that, I hate myself.

Time passed and I was a sophomore in High School, 16 years old. At this time the beatings have stopped completely, however the torment still lies. Each day in cursed at, called different names. Some going as far as to call me “Suicidal No Life Pink Bitch” and some names even worse than that.

In Canterlot there were many big things going on. There was a shield that was activated around the city, Princess MiaMora Cadenza and the captain of the Royal Guard, Shining Armor were having their wedding, and my life reached an all time low….