To Feel Again

Brazy was staring outside the window in her bedroom in her group’s house. Ever since she snapped out of her insanity, she was no longer put in the restraint room, but a room Strike and the other kept for her once she was back to normal. She just stared into the empty space of the mirror. Ever since she woke up from her sobbing, she was somehow in catatonia and wouldn’t speak at all. She barely even touched her food when it was given, and would ignore anything the gang would say to her.

Strike opened the door with a plate of carrots. “Hey”

Brazy ignored his voice and kept staring.

“I, uh, brought you some carrots in case you were hungry” he said as he put it on the table in her room. “Oh! You didn’t touch even touch the blueberries”

Nothing but silence.

“So, we have to get ready for training soon. And tomorrow’s when we have to start readying ourselves for getting assigned to new Mistresses and Masters. I know you’ll hate it”

Brazy only blinked.

“Okay, I guess we’ll leave you to it. If you need anything, just call me”

Strike closed the door as he went out, but not before stealing one last glance at the alien. Brazy let out a sigh as the door closed.

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The rest of the group was in the living room. Suicidaloo and Nuttie Belle were sitting on the couch. Blood Seed and Crazybloom were playing cards on the table. As soon as Strike entered, they all took noticed of their Alpha.

“Hello, Strike” Crazybloom greeted.

“Hello, gang”

“How’d it go with Brazy?” Suicidaloo asked.

“Still not talking. She keeps staring out that window”

Nuttie let out a sigh, “Will she come out of that state before training? Nightmare is starting to wonder why one of her most promising Apprentices in Training has been ‘sick’ for days”

“Well, she’s upset about how she hunted other fillies and colts that were insane when she didn’t know that her dear Mistress died before her own eyes”

Blood Seed looked up from her card pack. “You know what? I think I got it!”

“Go Fish!” Crazybloom declared as she put her pack down and took the bits on the table.

“No fair! I was just talking!”

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Brazy stared out the window as she reflected on her anger. How would Fluttershy react if she were still alive? What would she say? But some things were more puzzling. If Fluttershy died, she was supposed to feel the urge to return to E-arth because once a Servant’s Mistress or Master dies, they have to go back. It’s been over a year since her calculated death, but Brazy never felt it. Maybe something had…

“Hush now, quiet now”

“Mistress?!” she cried out as she turned around from the voice.

What she found was Blood Seed with a recorder, giving a big smile.

“Finally! Who would’ve known all you needed was to hear her voice?”

Brazy looked down in disappointment. “That wasn’t very nice”

“Sorry, but we had to get you out of your catatonia somehow”

Brazy gave a faint smile.

“Ready to go downstairs? We have to get ourselves ready for today. It’s time for us to get picked by the older Murderers and Murderesses. I mean, I know you’ll hate it, but”

The alien sighed. “Fine”

“Great, so, see you downstairs?” Blood Seed asked when she came close to the door.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a sec”

That was all Blood Seed needed to hear before going downstairs. Brazy got down from the chair she was sitting on. Before she came to the door, something shiny blurred a side of her eye. She looked to see something that was hiding under the pillow on her bed. Curiosity got the best of her and she parted the pillows away to see a familiar object.

“What were you doing there?”

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“So, ready for Training today?” Strike asked as they approached the Training Grounds and Rooms.

“They better prepare their best punching bag” Blood Seed air punched.

“Bring on the best hallucination!” Crazybloom nearly jumped five feet.

“I wonder what they will teach in discectomy today!” Suicidaloo thought as she carried her medical kit.

“I just want to get my hooves on more fake target practices” Nuttie Belle thought.

“What about you, Brazy?” Strike asked the alien who walked beside him.

“Hmm?” she looked up.

“Um, what are you gonna be up to at Training today?”

Brazy sighed. “I guess some target practices at the walls would be nice”

“Brazy, are sure you’re okay?” Suicidaloo asked. “You’ve been quiet the entire time we walked from the house”

“I’m fine. Let’s just get this over with”

Brazy said no more as she looked down and plastered on a fake, small smile. Strike gave Suicidaloo a look that just said,

She’s not.

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A train filled Murderers and Murderesses propped itself in the abandoned subway of the Organization. Mare and stallions of all shapes and sizes flooded out, eager to get an Apprentice to carry on their legacy. All races were present; Earth pony, Unicorn, and Pegasus. Amongst them were a certain group of six mares, guided by their Alpha, who was an Alicorn.

A certain black colt appeared to them. “Ready, Crazed Six?”

The lavender Alicorn nodded, “I was born ready”

Right then, the yellow Pegasus beside her almost collapsed from a sting in her head.

“Butchershy, my dear, what’s wrong?” the Alicorn asked as she lifted her beloved up.

“She’s here. They all are”

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Brazy grabbed one of the shooting knives on the table and twirled it in the air with her paw. She plastered on a face that meant she was determined. She took aim at one of the targets on the wall before throwing it. It was her tenth bull’s eye today.

She went over the table and picked up another one and did the same thing. Over how she repeated this for over an hour, it was beginning to get boring and now her body was on auto-pilot. As her body moved to repeat the actions, she began to think about Fluttershy again. She remembered that Strike said that she had always been writing about her in her diary entries. How the diary got there, she didn’t know. Brazy kept on thinking more and more about Fluttershy. She was beginning to think she was going nuts because she swore she felt her presence right behind her. As she picked up another throwing knife, a hoof fell on her shoulder.

“You must be Brazy” a voice said behind her.

Brazy immediately went instinctual. “Hooves off me, freak!” she yelled as she slashed the knife in the air.

Her heart stopped for a moment. She swore her heart stopped for a moment.

There, right infront of her, was Fluttershy. She wore it was Fluttershy. Even if she change so much, she could recognize her by scent.

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 showed her eyes, her irises turned from white to black and her pupils were a darker shade of blue.

“I can’t believe it” Brazy gaped.

“How…is this possible?” Fluttershy had her breath taken away.

“Before you left, you gave me that carrot toy to play with…” Brazy began.

“…I told you I’d come back for you but when I came back, you were…” Fluttershy continued.

Both said the same word at the same time, “Gone”

“I’ve looked everywhere for you” Fluttershy confessed.

“I’m here” Brazy said before a smile escaped her lips.

Fluttershy was smiling too. This was her Fluttershy, her Mistress. She was alive and kicking all along, no wonder she didn’t feel the urge to return to E-arth. Brazy could only learn later how she ended up in the state she was in, how she got here, and how to explain how she is right now later.

“Fluttershy!” Brazy cried as she hugged her Mistress tightly. The yellow Pegasus just hugged tightly too. Tears of joy ran down their faces as the Mistress-Apprentice duo was finally reunited.

Around the room, the rest of the group had stopped what they were doing and paid more attention to the scene unfold. They were mostly happy about how Brazy was reunited with her Mistress, but also shocked to find out that Fluttershy was still breathing air. Among them, Suicidaloo was the most shocked.

“Fluttershy” she gaped. “No way…you died…”

“Scootaloo?”

Suicidaloo flinched from that voice calling out her old name. She turned to see a familiar Pegasus that she always looked up to, as a sister.
“Rainbow Dash!”

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.

“Never thought you had it in you, squirt” the cyan Pegasus smirked before she shared a hug with her sister.

“Sweetie Belle!”

Nuttie flinched from that accent calling her name. No doubt it was her sister.

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.

“I know that here they call you Nuttie Belle!”

“Rarity!”

“Applebloom, there ya are!” Crazybloom felt somepony ruffle her mane playfully before she held by the now different Applejack. The filly offered no resistance and just took in her sister’s new look.

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.

Blood Seed was surprised to see Applejack too, but she got more surprised when a certain pink hoof shoved a vanilla cupcake in her mouth. There, she knew it was Pinkie, but also in her Murderess form.

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.

Strike looked around and watched as everypony from the group was reunited with a loved one. But he began to feel a bit lonely since he seemed to be the only one who’s loved one didn’t come back for. He was starting to feel left out when the door opened again and he finally saw her.
She no longer looked like her old self. Her eyes were now those of a Murderess, black irises and darker shade in the pupils. She had scars on a side of her neck, her left foreleg, and around her waist area.

When she saw Strike, her eyes were filled with joy. “Spike!”

That was enough to make the dragon run to Twilight, sharing a long-missed embrace.

Brazy and Fluttershy finally pulled away from the hug. “Oh, Mistress, I’ve missed you so much”

“I’ve missed you too. I came back to get you, but you and the others weren’t there anymore”

“How did you get here? And what happened to you?”

“I’d ask the same, especially with all those scars. But, we came to get an Apprentice each” she then pat the alien. “And I found mine”

Brazy was so happy from that. So did everypony else. They all exited, one with a member of her group, about to get assigned and stay together forever.

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That night…

Each member of the Crazed Six had each taken a member of Strike’s group, Legacy Carriers, and it was approved by Nightmare. They each revealed their codenames at that point. Fluttershy got Brazy. Darklight Sparcackle had Strike. Pinkamena got Blood Seed. Crazity got Nuttie Belle. Murderjack took Crazybloom. And Rainbow Factory Dash took Suicidaloo. They had to reveal how everything happened about how they were in the state they were in along the train to where the Crazed Six were staying. It was nice that they each got their cutie marks in Apprentice form, but Brazy still didn’t, but it didn’t bother her too much. It was a happy day for all of them.

Brazy waited until nightfall for the right opportunity to destroy her Agony Blade. As it was written in the spell used to create it, the spell used to undo it will only work if it’s done on a night of the full moon, by midnight. It was almost midnight. Everypony else had gone to sleep. Brazy decided to wake herself up and get ready to destroy the destructive weapon for good since her motive was gone.

She was getting ready to destroy it, but she remembered the conversation that took place with her and Strike a while back.

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“Hey, what are you up to?” Strike asked when he saw Brazy at the table with a book opened, and something wrapped in cloth. “Is that the Agony Blade?”

Brazy nodded. “Yeah, I’m looking at the spell that should destroy it”

“Really?”

“Yeah. It’s just; I have to do it on a full moon at night”

“It’s full moon tonight”

“I have to do it at midnight, when nopony else around here is awake”

“Well, I’m happy you’re doing it, Brazy”

Brazy looked at him with a smile.

“I mean, it’s great to see that you’re destroying something that just goes nuts all the time. You were kinda in your right mind that you were noble on your targets. You only targeted those who had gone too far. I mean, I don’t know what Little Voice tells you all the time, but I’m glad you stopped listening to her. I gotta admit though: I’m really sorry about those sedatives and restraints back when you were nuts. But I’m glad you’re finally stopping it”

Brazy took that all in really well. She pretended to seem unaffected and gave a smile.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it” he said before leaving the room. “It’s finally all over”

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Brazy thought back on those words. She had the knack for the Huntress job. At one point, she even felt it was right. She wasn’t just avenging for her Mistress’ ‘death’, she was stopping killers all around. She was putting an end to the reign of terror, and it even felt good at one point. Brazy looked down at the Agony Blade; it glimmered in the moonlight. She looked at her clock and saw it was nearly midnight. She held the weapon and tested it in the air. And at that, she knew it became clear.

“No, it’s never over, Strike” she said as something began to glow on her stomach. She looked down to see that it was on her stripe where the cutie mark should be. It glowed and then, slowly, a design began to appear. The flower on her collar underneath began to bloom. Those things would only happen once a Servant is about to gain their cutie mark. The glow finally stopped, and the flower bud on the collar bloomed into a Dill flower. Brazy had her cutie mark now on her stomach stripe, a heart with angel wings dripping with blood. Both the flower and cutie mark only meant one thing: Powerful Against Evil.

“After all, it is my Representing Trait” the young Huntress proclaimed.