Author's Note

Hello all! I deeply apologize that this took so long, but with Christmas stuff and school, I didn't have that much time. But don't worry! Now that it's all over, I can get back to writing like I usually do! I know my first real chapter on stories tend to be longer, but I figured I made you guys wait long enough. And, since I have the first chapter out on this one, that means I can start updating my other stories now! Well, I thank you for being so patient! I hope this chapter was worth the wait, enjoy!

Chapter One: The Beginning Of The End.

Pinkamena looked at Discord almost eagerly: a cocky smile on her face. Normally, Discord would remain unfazed by any sort of stare, he's seen almost every kind. But this one, something was different about it, that look in her eyes, the way she smiled, it was something new, something he didn't understand, it made him...uncomfortable.

"So, how does it feel? You know, having all those memories in your head, blending together with your own? I've read multiple documents on it, but never really got to talk to one."

He asked calmly, his hands still behind his back, pulling the tranquilizer out of his pocket slowly. He wasn't sure if she was mentally stable or not, or physically stable, for that matter. It would be better to have her unconscious while he checks her, she obviously has no problem resorting to violence.

As Discord looked at her, he noticed Blake was slowly starting to stand up, nodding at Discord, he wanted him to keep her distracted.

"It's...an experience, I don't think it's really taken effect just yet. When I woke up, I could hear this faint whispering in the back of my head, but now it's quiet. And I don't think I have access to their memories just yet, it's hard to explain. I'm pretty sure they're either getting used to their new home or giving me time to adjust to everything. Who knows? Oh wait, you would. Care to give me a rundown, Doc?"

She asked giddily, similar to a child. It made him further unsettled. It's obvious her personality has been affected, parts of her still remained, but there were these little signs that she was somewhat changed. She seemed more...erratic, frivolous, like how she was before the woods. Though he can only assume how she was, he never met her, just read reports from the people who kept tabs on her.

"Well, let me think..."

Discord successfully pulled the syringe out, holding it in his hands for when Blake subdues her.

"Now, you have to remember, only three people have ever had memories injected into them, not counting you. While there is a certain pattern, it can still vary. Nothing could apply to you, one of the main reasons it wasn't used for every leader is because its unpredictable. And its habit of anyone it's used on committing suicide."

Blake was on his feet now, moving closer to her every second, not making any noises or sudden movements. Discord was trying his hardest not to look at him and give away his location, Pinkamena seemed none the wiser.

"Yeah, I sort of figured there were dangerous side effects, can't imagine it not having any. But, luckily, right now, I'm not feeling them just yet. And, not sure why, but that emotional turmoil I was feeling before, it's not really there right now. I don't feel conflicted about anything, everything feels fine, I feel like I could even relax. But, without my emotions to distract me, everything feels more clear. My senses seem sharper, I can focus on things better, my mind just feels so...open."

For a brief moment, she closed her eyes and deeply inhaled, as if to take in her surroundings. Blake took this opportunity to leap at her, trying to force her on the ground while Discord sedates her. But, she was expecting this. In the blink of an eye, she turned around and grabbed his right arm with her left hand, using her right to grab him by the neck. Before he had to time to comprehend what just happened, she picked him up and chokeslammed him into the ground, causing him to grunt loudly. As soon as he hit the ground, she let go of his neck, putting that hand on his arm. In a moment, she broke his arm, the sound of the bone snapping filled the room. Simultaneously, she slammed her right foot down onto his chest, fracturing a few ribs. Blake yelled loudly, but bit his tongue to stop himself, he didn't want to give her that satisfaction.

Discord didn't move, he simply watched what happened before him with a surprised look on his face.

"You know Blake, I was actually going to leave you be. But now that I know you're not afraid to attack me, I can't allow you near me anymore. And don't say I didn't warn you, I was even saying how sharp my senses were. I could hear your heartbeat getting faster as you got closer, your footsteps weren't that quiet either. But most importantly, I could smell your fear!"

She said sadistically, that smile on her face as she inched closer to him, squeezing his now broken arm, causing him to grunt loudly again.

"And Discord,"

Pinkamena said to him, though she didn't turn her face away from Blake. Discord flinched, her sultry voice, that look on her face, the lack of hesitation as she hurt him, for just a moment, he felt fear.

"Put that needle back in your pocket, you're not going to be able to get close enough to me to use it. And even if you did, by the time it took effect, I would've ripped out your throat."

Her voice sounded so casual and calm, it was almost unnerving. Discord, not wanting to take any risk, complied. He moved his hand in front of him, making sure she could see it and dropped the needle back in his pocket.

"Good, now, Blake, I'm going to-"

Before Pinkamena could finish her sentence, Melvin, one of the best doctors they had, burst through the door. His breathing was frantic, sweat ran down from the sides of his face, his eye wide open in a panicked state.

"Discord! We have problem, there's a riot and-"

Melvin stopped, looking at the scene before him. Pinkamena, the comatose girl who was presumed never to wake up, had Blake, The Syndicate's best torturer, on the ground with his arm in her hand and her foot on his chest. While Discord, arguably the smartest guy The Syndicate's ever had, lost his composure and was standing there in disbelief.

"W-What's happening?!"

He barely managed to stutter out, not sure what to make of the situation before him. Pinkamena turned to him, a look of curiosity on her face. She let go of Blake's arm and took her foot off his chest, leaving him to be, for now. Discord did not say anything, he didn't know what kind of mood she was in, or who she was mad at, it would be better just to avoid annoying her for now.

"Riot? What's this about a riot?"

She asked him, moving slightly closer. He backed up, looking like he was about to bolt out of the door. But in the blink of an eye, she was in front of him, not allowing him out of her sight.

"I'm not sure if I can-"

"Tell her Melvin, she's our new leader, I would suggest treating her like one."

Discord said commandingly, not looking at him as he said it. Melvin glanced at him for a second, not sure whether to believe that or not. But as he turned back to the girl in front of him, he noticed that smile on her face, and that look in her eyes. He didn't know whether she could be a leader or not, but she was certainly a predator, and he was the prey. Melvin gulped.

"Well, ever since The Silent Killer started killing our men, there has been this tension. Everyone was looking to Igneous for the solution, he had always dealt with similar problems before. But then, he suddenly died, and this only made things worse. With no one to deal with The Silent Killer or to lead us, panic spread. Nobody was given answers as to what would happen to the one who killed him, or who the new leader was going to be. Three days passed, and they couldn't take the silence anymore. People began demanding answers, but nobody would give it to them. Now, a good portion of them are on strike in the meeting hall, refusing to do anything until they are shown their new leader."

Melvin explained quickly, not leaving out any details. At least, none he knew of. The smile on Pinkamena's face was gone, a look of almost blankness replacing it. Silence filled the room, Discord and Melvin didn't want to say anything, Blake was busy scrounging up anything he can to bandage up his arm.

"Hmm, seemed things have gotten quite chaotic without a leader. Well, I'm here now, might as well deal with it. Melvin, is it only happening in the meeting hall? Or is there anywhere else it's happening?"

She asked casually, seeming to have a plan in mind on how to deal with this.

"It's just the meeting hall, it started only five minutes ago. But if left alone, it will spread."

He seemed to be getting more panicked every minute, too many unexpected things were happening in such a short span of time.

"Good, this should be easy then. Melvin, you and a few others try to corral them and keep it contained, they'll be less likely to hit doctors or anything. Avoid hurting them if possible, I want this done with as little casualties as possible."

She ordered, looking at him as she said so. Melvin didn't move, he wasn't sure how to react. She was giving him orders, but she's been the supposed leader for a whole ten minutes, most likely less.

"Well? Why are you still here? Go!"

She shouted, causing him to flinch. He frantically opened the door and ran out, doing as she said. If she really was going to be the new leader, he couldn't afford to piss her off.

"Discord,"

Pinkamena said, glancing at him as she said so. Discord also flinched, he wasn't sure how he felt about her adjusting to leader already, giving out orders after just waking up. Then again, that adjustability was part of the reason the memories were inserted.

"You're going with me to deal with this since you were so close to Igneous, they'll trust you. And I want you to tell me everything about The Silent Killer, I'd like an explanation why someones been killing us and they're still alive. And any other significant events that have happened, and don't hold back anything, you really can't afford to piss me off."

Discord didn't respond, that's what he expected she'd want. Her way of talking, it sort of reminded him of Igneous. But at the same time, it was vastly different. This was going to be something he'd need to get used to.

"And Blake,"

Pinkamena moved her head slightly to the right, towards Blake, who was leaning against a table wrapping up his arm. He looked up at her, flinching as he finished, his arm was now in a sling.

"Come with us, I want you to be there. And afterward, I intend to send you away. Now come on, I want to get this started."

Pinkamena walked out the door before Blake or Discord could respond, Blake had a panicked look on his face, while Discord was slowly regaining his composure.

"Send me away!? She can't actually do that, can she?"

Blake asked Discord, this wasn't something he's ever heard of a leader doing before.

"In a way, yes. She can't just kick you out of The Syndicate, not without a really good reason. But she can fire you as the torturer and replace you with someone else, which wouldn't be hard to do. After that, there are many options of what she could do: Send you to a different district, even a different city. Make you constantly busy, she could make it to where you would never be near her if she really wanted."

Blake seemed to get even more panicked at that, Disbelief was there too. Then, anger.

"That cocky little cunt! Does she really think she can just do that to me? I'd like to see her smile when she's on the ground and I-"

"Blake, shut up. I don't know if she can hear you, but you might still have a chance. She seems to be in a semi-good mood, so if you play along, don't fuck up, and try to be helpful, she might change her mind."

Discord's calmness seemed to calm down Blake, at least, he wasn't angry. But before he could say anything else, the door opened again.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Let's go!"

Pinkamena demanded, she had things to do, and she didn't like waiting. Discord and Blake, begrudgingly, obliged and followed her out the doorway.

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The meeting hall was very similar to a prison cafeteria, while at the same time, similar to a highschool's gym. It was large, probably larger than the gladiator ring Pinkamena fought in. It was very similar to that, actually. The walls were a bright red, the same as the roof and the floor. There were four entrances, which doubled as exits. One in the front, left, right, and back. Steel blue double doors were at each of these, each one leading to somewhere different.

There were dozens of large, gray, rectangular tables, blue seats attached to them. These same tables were spread throughout the entire room, enough to hold hundreds of people. Other than the tables, the room was quite empty. Except for the south side of the room, there was something else there.

Since this was a meeting hall, there had to be some sort of stage that the leader could speak from. Intercoms were spread out The Syndicate to make announcements and such, but there wasn't one in here. There was something similar to a stage in the room, though it was more reinforced. It was smaller than the stage for a concert but bigger than one for a theater. It was dark black and made of granite, the front and sides had wood on them. There were no curtains or anything, it was completely open. It was tall, taller than the average person. If anyone tried to climb up it from the front, they'd most likely get kicked down by anyone on it.

There were two stairs on the sides for anyone to get on, one of the entrances were beside the one to the left. There were metal rails on the stairs, both for balance, and to prevent anyone from being attacked on it. There was no microphone or speakers of any kind, they weren't necessary. With the room enclosed the way it was, voices are usually amplified and everyone in the room can hear them, and everyone in the room was quiet.

"What do you mean wait a little longer? We've been waiting long enough, we demand answers now!"

At least, usually is. But with the riot happening, the room was filled with noise. There was a large group of people in the middle of the room, with a couple of doctors and other people who didn't join the riot who were trying to contain it. The tables had been used as a makeshift barricade, most on their sides around the crowd.

Somehow, it hasn't been violent, just aggressive. Pinkamena, Blake, and Discord came into the room from the back entrance, remaining unnoticed by the crowd. On the way there, Pinkamena changed her clothes, since what she was wearing didn't exactly intimidate anyone. She was wearing a white t-shirt with a leather jacket, her necklace still around her neck. She was also wearing black jeans and black sneakers, this was a lot better. But it might not stay, she might wear something else normally, she wasn't sure. They were now on the stage, Pinkamena looking at it in amusement, Discord somewhat disgusted, and Blake curious to see how this will play out.

"Wow, sure is a lot of them. But, it's not all. How many are there Discord?"

She asked him, not looking away from the chaos in front of her, enjoying it.

"Melvin texted me on the way here, he said it was somewhere around seventy, that's all they could manage to get here. There are probably a few stragglers, but none of any real significance."

Disord's hands were behind his back as he talked, his composure returned, he was still adjusting, but he was no longer afraid.

"If you want my advice, I'd suggest yo-"

"No, actually, I don't."

She interrupted him coldly, not caring for his input. Her gaze was still locked onto the crowd, but it was obvious something else was going through her mind.

"Blake, you talk to these people on a day to day basis, you'd understand them more than most. What do you suggest?"

Her voice was no longer cold but demanding. Blake looked at her surprised, he wasn't expecting her to give him another chance. Blake moved forward standing beside her, looking down at the crowd.

"Hmm, they don't want to overthrow the system or anything noble like that. They want answers, they want the person who killed Igneous to be punished, and they want a new leader. They don't know it was you, so the best thing you can do is say it was someone else and that they were killed. You need to assert your position, they need to know you're the leader and that you're in charge now. Be careful how you do this, your first impression will decide how they treat you."

Blake said surprisingly calm, which was something out of character for him. He convinced himself it was because he was trying to keep on her good side, but some part of him knew, it was because he was afraid of her.

"Thanks for the advice, now step back, I don't want the others to think your on the same level as me."

Blake did as she said and didn't say anything, despite his anger wanting him to. He stood beside Discord, who had a strange look on his face.

"How do you intend to get their attention? Doubt with all the shouting they'd hear you, I could get a microphone if you'd like."

Discord asked her, prepared to do whatever she said right now.

"No, I've got a better idea."

A smile stretched across her face, revealing her large, sharp teeth. Her eyes still blue, but with a tint of red. In an instant, a loud roar filled the room. It was unlike any roar anyone in the room had heard, besides Discord and Blake. It sounded like a demonic lion, but at the same time, like a creature, they've never heard, almost like the roar of a dinosaur. The room fell quiet, no more shouting from the crowd, nothing but the roar. Soon, the roar ended, Pinkamena's eyes going back to blue and her teeth back to normal, though that sadistic smile was still on her face.

Everyone in the room looked at her, some out of fear, others out of surprise, no one knew what to say.

"Good, now I have your attention. You all wanted answers? Your new leader? Well, I'm right here!"

Pinkamena declared, her arms spread out in a confident gesture.

"Now, before I begin, who is the leader of this little retaliation?"

She looked out into the crowd, waiting for someone to step forward. And like she expected, someone did.

"I am!"

Someone shouted from the crowd, stepping forward past the others. He was wearing a white T-shirt with jeans, his blonde hair hung down to the sides of his face, which had no facial hair to be seen. Green eyes looked at her confidently, he was slightly taller than her and had slightly bigger than normal arms. His black boots clacked as he walked forward, not afraid of what might happen.

"Cocky little guy, aren't ya? That's good, cowards don't make good leaders. Come on forward, let's settle this in front of everybody before answering any questions."

She said casually as she jumped off the stage, landing feet first with a thump. She looks at him as she lands, waiting for him to come forward. He does, standing directly in front of her, looking into her eyes with a smirk on his face.

"How would you like to settle this then? Take one of my fingernails? Maybe break my jaw? Doubt you even could, a little girl like you would barely be able to bruise me!"

He practically laughed in her face, confident that whoever this girl was, she wouldn't do anything brash. But, she didn't even lose her cool. In fact, her smile seemed to widen.

"Oh no! Nothing so barbaric! I simply want to ask a few questions, see if we can have this settled with no one hurting each other! But, I'll be asking the questions first, just to make sure you don't do anything stupid. Is that okay with you? Or does this little girl have to kick your ass until you listen?"

She said jokingly, her tone making it hard to tell if she was serious. His smile faltered, something about her set him off. He wasn't afraid of her, per se, more like something just...bothered him. But, he ignored it, how could this girl be a threat at all?

"Yeah, sure, as long as you tell me who you-"

"Why did you think this was a good idea?"

Pinkamena interrupted him, her tone taking a change to cold and threating one. Her smile was still there, but her eyes were narrowed as she looked at him.

"W-what do you mean?"

He was taken aback, her tone and face changed drastically, it wasn't something he was expecting.

"There's a someone out there who can kill us and remain uncaught, Igneous is dead, you didn't know who was going to be your new leader, and you decide to panic and cause a riot? Seems pretty stupid to me, so please, enlighten me."

She crossed her arms as she waited for him to respond, enjoying the look on his face.

"W-well, I just figured with everything going on, they needed some kind of release, you know?"

"Then go to a bar, get drunk, get laid, get into bar fights, there are other ways of release then a riot. Is that really the reason you're going with? Or,"

She moved closer to him, putting her hand on his chest as she moved closer to his face, a lustful look on her face.

"Were you just trying to impress us with your leadership skills?"

He was now sweating, not sure how to react. First, she looked like she was going to kill him on the spot, now it looks like she's trying to seduce him! He found himself unable to move back, fear and uncertainty making it hard.

"I-i'd be lying if I said I didn't want some recognition. I mean, do you know how hard it is to convince all these guys to get together and resist a system they're so used to? It takes a lot of leadership skills, and I think I deserve some praise!"

He said, trying to regain some of his confidence.

"I'd agree! It can't be easy to get all these guys to follow you, must have had some impressive charisma, or maybe it was your handsome face? You deserve more than just praise, I think you deserve a reward."

She leaned closer to him, their lips now inches apart. But before they could connect, there was a squishing sound, he suddenly felt like something was missing. He looked down, his eyes widening at what he saw. Her hand was in his chest, penetrating through his rib cage and grabbing his heart. He coughed up blood as he looked up at her, unable to speak. Fear coursed through him as he looked at her face inches away from him, a sadistic smile on her face, a tint of red in her constricted eyes, this was the face of death.

"Sorry, I just needed a little,"

Pinkamena whispered into his ear as she ripped out his heart, his body dropping to the floor.

"release."

She whispered as she looked down at her body, tossing his heart beside his body. Before anyone could react, she turned toward the crowd, her hand covered in blood and a smile on his face.

"Let this be a lesson to you all, defiance like thiswill not be tolerated! If you're told to wait, you wait! Don't throw a riot just because you're a bunch of impatient little bitches!"

Pinkamena said, her voice booming throughout the room. Anger and fear were the most prominent emotions in the room, but no one said anything.

Pinkamena pulled a rag from her pocket, using it to clean her hand. She gestured at Blake to get rid of the body, which he hesitated, but he did.

"Now, you wanted to know what happened to the person who killed Igneous? Well,"

Pinkamena put the rag back in her pocket, turning toward the crowd with a confident smile on her face.

"She's standing right here."

Pinkamena declared, no ounce of hesitation in her voice. Discord, for the second time that day, lost his cool. He was genuinely surprised at this, his mouth agape and his eyes widened. Blake, on the other hand, was almost proud. As he dragged a body in the corner to be disposed of later, a smile stretched across his face. He knew she'd want to brag about it, there's no way she wouldn't.

After her declaration, once again, yelling filled the room. The crowd was once again pushing against the security holding them back, but this time there was one shared emotion, rage.

"Now hold on, you may want to hold off on killing me considering I am your leader now. Or, at least hear me out."

Most of the crowd stopped at this, so many events happening, they almost forgot what they were here for in the first place.

"Igneous fought me, his daughter, himself, I outsmarted and killed him, it was as simple as that! I didn't cheat, I didn't have help, we fought and I won! And, as both the one who killed him and his child, I am now the leader!

Igneous was a good leader, but I'm a better one! It's been months since The Silent Killer started killing our men, and in that time, Igneous never got close to catching them! As your leader, I can promise you, that whoever this person is, I will catch them within a week. Any questions?"

The room was silent once again, but in just moments, it was filled with noise again. But instead of anger, it was questions overlapping each other. Pinkamena smiled at this, this was too easy. Before answering any questions, she turned around and gestured for Discord to come towards her. Curiously, he did. He leaned down towards, as she leaned into his ear and whispered something. When she was done, he pulled back, confusion obvious on his face.

"What do you want that for? Is that your plan for Blake? Or for The Silent Killer?"

"You'll see, just go get it! It's a surprise."

Wanting to know what it was, he obliged, walked off the stage, and left the room. At this time, Blake returned to the stage, curious what Discord left for. He was going to ask her, but he figured she wouldn't tell him.

"Everybody calm down! One at a time, I'll take them separately."

She said she turned back around, just intending to ask questions both to keep them satisfied and to buy time until Discord gets back, they won't have any more questions then.

"Igneous has been dead for a week, where have you been since then?"

One of them asked, they were still talking over each other, but thanks to her improved hearing, she picked one at random. This heightened senses were really useful but had their cons.

"Just because I won the fight with Igneous doesn't mean I won unscathed. He put up a really tough fight, not to mention I had to fight thirty guys beforehand. After all that exertion, my body kind of shut down and I had to take a break. Next question!"

Blake watched in amusement, they were going along with this almost too easy. Then again, they have been waiting for a new leader all this time. Now that they know who it is, and that Igneous was going to be retiring soon enough, it probably wouldn't be that hard to adjust. The only issue was, could he?

"If one of us were to kill you, would we become the leader?"

Pinkamena's smile stretched just a little further at that question, almost like she expected it.

"It's about more than just killing me if that was the case, then just poising my food or something would be too easy. You have to formally challenge me and fight me in front of everyone else. And if something out of the ordinary were to happen, there's a system in place. Keep in mind that I was able to kill thirty men and Igneous, so if you think you can take me,"

Pinkamena's eyes flashed red for just a moment, striking fear into the crowd.

"Feel free to try."

The crowd fell silent, the questions no longer came. As If on cue, Discord came back, holding a piece of paper in his hand.

"Ah! Just in time! Look at this boys!"

As soon as Discord got near her, she snatched the paper from him. Discord handed her a pencil and she immediately began to write on it.

"You guys want the person who killed Igneous to be punished, right? Even if I am your new leader, I don't expect you to respect me immediately. So, here's how I'm going to get you to trust me!"

She flipped the paper over, revealing it filled with words that couldn't be seen by them.

"This is a bounty paper, used only by people with high influence. These bounties are very high profile, sent out to everybody, from the lowly thief to the professional bounty hunter. Granted, when the bounty is made, it takes around a week for everyone to know about it. It's not a coincidence I set a week for me to catch The Silent Killer either, this is how I'll make you trust me."

Realization was on Discord's and Blake's face, both feeling the way similar about it.

"I've set a one million bounty on myself! The money will be coming from The Syndicate, yes. But It's something I can make up, or at least you guys can. It doesn't matter whether or not I capture The Silent Killer, which I will, I will still be punished like you guys wanted. So, what do you say, will you follow me until I'm killed?"

She asked almost sarcastically, holding the paper in front of her confidently. Agreement came from the crowd, this worked out in their favor no matter what, this is worth waiting for.

"Good! Now, could a few of you boys dispose of the body of the jackass over there! I'm going to talk to some people and get this around, the rest of you tell everyone about what happened here today. Other than that, do what you usually do, jobs, whores, whatever. I have to get some things in order, consider today an easy day, enjoy!"

Just like that, the crowd dispersed, most seeming very happy and pleased. And like she politely asked, two of them got the body in the corner and took it off, to dispose of it wherever it is they did, she'd have to ask Discord where that was later.

"Are you stupid!? Did those memories in your brain replace your common sense!? You're going to get yourself killed!"

Discord yelled at her, his face turning red from anger. Blake jumped off the stage, looking like he was ready to hit her.

"Do any idea what you've done? I don't care how badass you think you are, you're going have every hitman and assassin after your ass! And eventually, you're going to slip up!"

Blake screamed at her, forgetting for a moment that he was trying not to anger her.

"Calm down you two! It's fine, I've thought this out. This might draw out The Silent Killer, and even if it doesn't, I can handle this. Seriously, I've got a plan. And besides, I've got a week before it really takes effect and spreads everywhere, just trust me on this, please?"

She sounded genuine, but it was impossible to tell with her. Discord was still enraged, and Blake still looked like he wanted to hit her, but they both realized they were going to just have to trust her, it's already done.

"Now Blake, I thought about it, and I'm willing to give you a chance. Go to the other districts and spread the news about the bounty, I don't care if you get it done on the first day, I don't want to see you for a week. I don't care what you do, as long as it doesn't affect me. Get out of my sight. Now."

Blake was taken aback, her mood took an unexpected turn. But from the look on her face, he really shouldn't hesitate. Blake left the room, still somewhat processing everything.

"Discord, you've been kind to me. Well, kinder than Blake and Igneous were. So, I'm going to let you off the hook. I wasn't joking when I said I have to get some things sorted out, so I need you to do me a favor. Go to Igneous's office and get his file on The Silent Killer, I know he has one, but just in case he doesn't, make one. Leave it on the desk, I'll get there later. After that, you can do whatever. I won't be back until tomorrow, so I expect you keep things normal until then.

When I get back, I want you to run all the Chimera test you can, I need to know everything, I don't want anything unexpected to happen. Now, I'll be leaving now. Don't bother contacting trying to contact me, I won't reply."

Pinkamena said in a rush, turning around as soon as she was done. She was walking towards one of the exits, leaving a surprised Discord behind her. This seemed easy for her, she was so calm and composed, maybe she really did have a plan. Was this because of the memories? If so, it was very impressive, it made her seem like a natural born leader. But, at the same time, it made him worried. He didn't know what the side effects were exactly, just what some of them could be. To be safe, he needs to know exactly where she is.

"Where are you going?"

He shouted, causing her to stop. She didn't look back at him, she just kept facing forward.

"Home."