Faces of a coin.by ru771anChaptersA crime show and the intro.Almost figured.never saw, never heardA crime show and the intro.Manehatten crime show:A few months ago. "Good evening viewers.You are logged into Manehattens exclusive crime watch show!. Live on the scene (and its a good one). I am here at the scene of a MUTLIPLE murder. The muderer hasnt been caught but the local police are sure that they will catch the murderer soon. We are also hearing rumors that even Princess Celestia herself has been notifed of this tragic event. Apparently and according to trafiic warnings,amazingly there are also roadblocks being put in place and units of the Royal Guard and the Military have become aware of this occurance. This kind of murder has not occured for years at most. A few minutes later (after the boring news report,now for the good stuff! As you can see here by this diagram,the murderers ex lover has been torn in half,her lower regions and a leg missing. I have reason to suspects that this was done without a tool and done soley by hoof or whatever the murderer naturally used. The other few have been done in the same way,interestingly enough they have been completly severed of thier genetials. But the bodys eye sockets and organs were seen to be splattered on the wall. The muderers motive?. Well at least I can say that this was inpony at best. In all my 23years of reporting crime....Ive never seen such gross and vile mutilation before. "Gross and vile mutiliation?. I suppose thats one way to put it".I pressed the pause button and stood up out of my sofa. I had put this part of the crime show on record and watched it almost everday now. Manily to remind myself of what I did and what insanity can cause. Espically if I let it out. I suppose really that the muder was still fresh in everyponys mind in Manehatten. They did show my cutie mark at one point,and others have pointed out the similarties but nopony has ever put two and two together. Im thankful for that. I dont want to spend the rest of my life in prison, or be excecuted for what I did. My mutliple muder was a pretty sick thing to do...but it wasnt me. It was the other me who did it. I havent let that "me" out in public,it tries to let itself out sometimes and hurt others but I always managed to keep it down. The voices?,ponies think that the insane listen to voices that tell them to kill. Thats a lie at best, the other side of me?. Well it rarley talks,it just kills. Most do believe wrongly that there is a moral line between killing and doing the wrong thing. Truth is..it isnt,you either do it or you dont. A few months ago I did it. I am interrupted from my thinking as the doorbell rings. Slowly and surley,making sure that the holes in my walls are covered,self mutilation and blood stains on the floor are unseen too. I make my way from the living room and into the hall which occupies the doorway too. Looking through the glass I see a friend of mine:Applejack standing here with a slight frown that said that I was taking too long. "Alright?".I open the door and speak first. "Hey Amon,theres a tea party at Raritys house!".She replies,looking not too exicted but trying and failing to make it look like she is. I know she hates tea. "Ok,Ill be there in a few mintues".I reply and smile. She leaves,most likely satisfied by my answer. So I prepare for a tea party at Raritys house. I hope the other "me" does not take hold. I dont want my recently acqquired friends to know, they would certainly put my in prison if they knew. Speaking of friends and socialitly,I bettter introduce myself. :Hello: My name is Amon Spear and I am two ponies in one body, one is calm like the one now and the other is responsible for the murders. I am a average stallion. Purple mane, Blue eyes and a greyish body. Makes me seem average:Thats why I never got caught I suppose. Good grades at school,just entered universty at Manehatten and this happens. My entire life went down the shithole when I did that. It would be ironic if Applejack found me out...but would it?. Speaking of Applejack and her/my friends, I have quite a lot now. Pretty popular around here for my nice side,as said before if I went crazy then they would most likely kill me. Its a strange would we live in isnt it?. I suppose your wondering "why" and "how" I got to be friends and came to pony ville,I will explain this later hopefully before the Tea party. I look upwards at the battered clock that hangs on the hallway wall,it says 17:00PM which means I have 10minutes to get to the party,three hours there hopefully and be in bed by something like 20:30 at best. For a few moments I stand there,content to watch the clock until..... The place around me looks funny,like it is laughing at me. In response to this strangeness I begin to hear something...like boiled water and lava being poured into my head. I feel hot,VERY hot and then.... Angry, just angry...thats it. Really just angry. I feel the other side begin to take other. So I summon water from the kitchen and dump a entire litre of the stuff on me. (Did I mention Im a unicorn with a stubby horn?.). The side of "me" calms down and I notice that my heart was beating the entire time, causing hundreads of little veins to pop up. I remember the first time this happened, well the first "time" this happened after the murder. Pretty scary until I learned that all it took was mental powers and fucktons of water. "The murders". Basically I was in a pub and felt angry,so I killed my marefriend and some others. They still haunt me to this day. Since I was still in the hallway,I decided to be a little early for once and head to the tea party. Wouldnt it be ironic if Rarity and her friends found out?. Cookies to whoever firgures out that this is Amons mental set and so he is pratically pouring anything and everything in. Cupcakes to whoever guess who he likes. Almost figured.I suppose that many would think being insane means your a psycopath. IE:You dont accept what you done,think its ok to do it. I am not a psychopath,I regret killing the loved one in my life. Everyday I see her reflection in the mirror, standing beside me...staring at me with a face full of pain and aunguish. Nopony shall ever find out what I did...espically the ones Im going to have a tea party with. I think they know that theres something wrong me. Of course when I first met them I was a complete mental wreck, after having escaped legions of the guard and military non stop. They are the best bunch of friends I have ever had...even then. They cant know... Raritys house-Tea party. "Tea Amon?".Rarity asked me,pulling me out of my thoughts as she smiled. I nodded and and she poured a steaming jar of tea into a cup,then handing to me. I drank it,best tea ever I can tell you. "You make the best tea every Rarity".I complinted her and she smiled. Of course she was wearing a blueish scarf that almost matched her hairstyle, very pretty. "Thanks, anypony else need tea?". Everypony else shook thier heads as they already had the drinks,I had just got in apparently. We all sat down on a carpet in Raritys bedroom,all seven grouped on a little circle. On the right of me was Fluttershy who seemed to be scared of burning her tongue on the hot tea. And to the left was Applejack who drank that tea like it was the elixr of life. Maybe it was?. Although the tea made it a relaxed and cool atmosphere,I could tell that they were all thinking about me. There was silence in the air,nopony wanted to ignite the convosation...apart from me of course. I finished a sip,let the good stuff down my throat. I wondered what I could say. *DING IDEA* Ask how everyponys day was?. "So..how was your day Applejack?".I ask the pony on the left. "Not to bad ah reckon, been buckin them apples all day long".She replied honestly. "Twilight?".I asked the lavender unicorn opposite me. "Studying, I learnt that Canterlot was orginally part of a mountain until they cut through and let it into the sunlight". My attempt at a convosation did nothing, I asked around a bit more. But the asnwers were all the same,releated to each pony. "So how was YOUR day Amon?".Rainbow Dash (record tea drinker) turned to me and asked. Dammit,all Ive been doing is watching that fucking crime show over and over again..didnt get any sleep....YES,I can say that "Well I didnt get any sleep in the night...so I slept through the day instead, Applejack here woke me up to ask if I wanted to come to the tea party, so I got dressed, washed and came here". I lied heavily. That unfortunatly made the situation even more awkard, Rarity tried to get more tea...but she had run out. And it was raining too. Not just normal rain,but really heavy heavy heavy rain. The kind of rain that blankted the ground in water and casued a flood sometimes. "Well ah guess we will all have to stay here...".Applejack added,gazing into the window. They all agreed,before turning to me. Females are fine when it comes to sleep overs,but add a stallion into the mix and its hell. Not to mention that I dont know if the other "me" could return. "You lot can,Ill go home" I sighed and made to leave. "Where are you going Amon?".Twilight looked at me like I was mad. (Which I am). "Its rainy outside,you will freeze in this weather".Fluttershy spoke up for once. "Dont go,you can stay on the couch".Rarity decided to add and offered a soloution. "Hmm,does anypony want to hear a scary story?". "YEAH!". A few minutes later. I stood at the foot of the bed,all the lights were turned off and the six of them were somehow crammed into Raritys king sized bed. Thier eager faces looking at me. "Ill tell you the story of the Manehatten murder". It was a good day in Manehatten,the sun was shining and even the underground stations had light leaking in. However,all was not well in a distant pub. A Stallion sat with his girlfriend,they both laughed and joked all through the day and into the night. Drinking enough cider and alcohol to make a entire household drunk. But these two were tough nuts and they seemed not to be effected at all. The male was planning to propose that night,after that they gone to the pub anyway. And then,a family of six maybe sat down on a table,they were a middle class family,good job.Nice house,few foals. They did nothing wrong in life of course. However the Stallion at the table began to feel funny,like something was taking over. At first he said nothing, tried to hide the red and blue veins that were growing at the top of his head and sprialling down all the way to his flank. The marefriend noticed however and she started to worried a little. Her coltfriend was never acting like he did. Mainly he was starting to size up everyone in the room. "Honey...whats wrong?". He didnt say anything or do anything. In his mind there was nothing but ponies that he had to kill. And he did just that never saw, never heardHe murdered them pure and simple. Nothing else could say what he did. Accidental killing?No it was murder my friends, pure murder. Pure death followed in his wake as he cut them apart. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I shone a light in my face to emphasise my point as I finished up on my story. Now that I was looking at their scared faces as the six girls lay up in bed curled up to each other. I think I might have made it a bit too real....well I did do it after all. Now Im thinking about it, what is that face doing on the wall?....shit there’s millions of them. Fuckers are plastered everywhere and I have to spend a night in this house. With a bunch of girls who are sleeping together anyway. “I suppose Ill see you in the morning”. I make my escape from the room with millions of faces and head downstairs. This house is pretty big and spacious,seems like Rarity would like a good stallion here to keep her company. I know I wouldn’t be that good stallion because the amount of fashion models in here scares me. I sighed heavily and found myself in the living room which contained the sofa. The door which I had just come through contained the stairs, only other doors present were either the kitchen,front door,bathroom or the various modelling studios. Rarity’s pretty organised when you think about it. I lie down on the sofa, not bothering to get bed covers or anything. Instead of going to sleep right away I begin to think about what is currently going on. First of all I have just told my only friends what I did. Well what “he” did. I think of my only friends in life, the mane six as they are commonly known. The bearers of the elements of harmony. They don’t seem to realise how famous they are, despite being a little older I look up to them. I know what they represent. Honesty. Generosity. Kindness. Loyalty. Laughter. Magic. The six elements that a pony must have to be capable of harmony. I am not capable of harmony at all. I have lost my elements in what I did. What “he” did. But his actions are mine too. We are both the same. Like a coin, just two different faces. I wake up from my deep thinking and look up into the ceiling. I begin to see a face, a familiar one at that. My dead girlfriends face stares at me, her eyes full of scorn and sadness. What I did to her will never be forgiven. I close my eyes and try to sleep. But I cant sleep because I am silently crying. I never really heard those footsteps coming down the stairs when I was busy crying. That would prove to be a mistake.
A crime show and the intro.Manehatten crime show:A few months ago. "Good evening viewers.You are logged into Manehattens exclusive crime watch show!. Live on the scene (and its a good one). I am here at the scene of a MUTLIPLE murder. The muderer hasnt been caught but the local police are sure that they will catch the murderer soon. We are also hearing rumors that even Princess Celestia herself has been notifed of this tragic event. Apparently and according to trafiic warnings,amazingly there are also roadblocks being put in place and units of the Royal Guard and the Military have become aware of this occurance. This kind of murder has not occured for years at most. A few minutes later (after the boring news report,now for the good stuff! As you can see here by this diagram,the murderers ex lover has been torn in half,her lower regions and a leg missing. I have reason to suspects that this was done without a tool and done soley by hoof or whatever the murderer naturally used. The other few have been done in the same way,interestingly enough they have been completly severed of thier genetials. But the bodys eye sockets and organs were seen to be splattered on the wall. The muderers motive?. Well at least I can say that this was inpony at best. In all my 23years of reporting crime....Ive never seen such gross and vile mutilation before. "Gross and vile mutiliation?. I suppose thats one way to put it".I pressed the pause button and stood up out of my sofa. I had put this part of the crime show on record and watched it almost everday now. Manily to remind myself of what I did and what insanity can cause. Espically if I let it out. I suppose really that the muder was still fresh in everyponys mind in Manehatten. They did show my cutie mark at one point,and others have pointed out the similarties but nopony has ever put two and two together. Im thankful for that. I dont want to spend the rest of my life in prison, or be excecuted for what I did. My mutliple muder was a pretty sick thing to do...but it wasnt me. It was the other me who did it. I havent let that "me" out in public,it tries to let itself out sometimes and hurt others but I always managed to keep it down. The voices?,ponies think that the insane listen to voices that tell them to kill. Thats a lie at best, the other side of me?. Well it rarley talks,it just kills. Most do believe wrongly that there is a moral line between killing and doing the wrong thing. Truth is..it isnt,you either do it or you dont. A few months ago I did it. I am interrupted from my thinking as the doorbell rings. Slowly and surley,making sure that the holes in my walls are covered,self mutilation and blood stains on the floor are unseen too. I make my way from the living room and into the hall which occupies the doorway too. Looking through the glass I see a friend of mine:Applejack standing here with a slight frown that said that I was taking too long. "Alright?".I open the door and speak first. "Hey Amon,theres a tea party at Raritys house!".She replies,looking not too exicted but trying and failing to make it look like she is. I know she hates tea. "Ok,Ill be there in a few mintues".I reply and smile. She leaves,most likely satisfied by my answer. So I prepare for a tea party at Raritys house. I hope the other "me" does not take hold. I dont want my recently acqquired friends to know, they would certainly put my in prison if they knew. Speaking of friends and socialitly,I bettter introduce myself. :Hello: My name is Amon Spear and I am two ponies in one body, one is calm like the one now and the other is responsible for the murders. I am a average stallion. Purple mane, Blue eyes and a greyish body. Makes me seem average:Thats why I never got caught I suppose. Good grades at school,just entered universty at Manehatten and this happens. My entire life went down the shithole when I did that. It would be ironic if Applejack found me out...but would it?. Speaking of Applejack and her/my friends, I have quite a lot now. Pretty popular around here for my nice side,as said before if I went crazy then they would most likely kill me. Its a strange would we live in isnt it?. I suppose your wondering "why" and "how" I got to be friends and came to pony ville,I will explain this later hopefully before the Tea party. I look upwards at the battered clock that hangs on the hallway wall,it says 17:00PM which means I have 10minutes to get to the party,three hours there hopefully and be in bed by something like 20:30 at best. For a few moments I stand there,content to watch the clock until..... The place around me looks funny,like it is laughing at me. In response to this strangeness I begin to hear something...like boiled water and lava being poured into my head. I feel hot,VERY hot and then.... Angry, just angry...thats it. Really just angry. I feel the other side begin to take other. So I summon water from the kitchen and dump a entire litre of the stuff on me. (Did I mention Im a unicorn with a stubby horn?.). The side of "me" calms down and I notice that my heart was beating the entire time, causing hundreads of little veins to pop up. I remember the first time this happened, well the first "time" this happened after the murder. Pretty scary until I learned that all it took was mental powers and fucktons of water. "The murders". Basically I was in a pub and felt angry,so I killed my marefriend and some others. They still haunt me to this day. Since I was still in the hallway,I decided to be a little early for once and head to the tea party. Wouldnt it be ironic if Rarity and her friends found out?. Cookies to whoever firgures out that this is Amons mental set and so he is pratically pouring anything and everything in. Cupcakes to whoever guess who he likes.
Almost figured.I suppose that many would think being insane means your a psycopath. IE:You dont accept what you done,think its ok to do it. I am not a psychopath,I regret killing the loved one in my life. Everyday I see her reflection in the mirror, standing beside me...staring at me with a face full of pain and aunguish. Nopony shall ever find out what I did...espically the ones Im going to have a tea party with. I think they know that theres something wrong me. Of course when I first met them I was a complete mental wreck, after having escaped legions of the guard and military non stop. They are the best bunch of friends I have ever had...even then. They cant know... Raritys house-Tea party. "Tea Amon?".Rarity asked me,pulling me out of my thoughts as she smiled. I nodded and and she poured a steaming jar of tea into a cup,then handing to me. I drank it,best tea ever I can tell you. "You make the best tea every Rarity".I complinted her and she smiled. Of course she was wearing a blueish scarf that almost matched her hairstyle, very pretty. "Thanks, anypony else need tea?". Everypony else shook thier heads as they already had the drinks,I had just got in apparently. We all sat down on a carpet in Raritys bedroom,all seven grouped on a little circle. On the right of me was Fluttershy who seemed to be scared of burning her tongue on the hot tea. And to the left was Applejack who drank that tea like it was the elixr of life. Maybe it was?. Although the tea made it a relaxed and cool atmosphere,I could tell that they were all thinking about me. There was silence in the air,nopony wanted to ignite the convosation...apart from me of course. I finished a sip,let the good stuff down my throat. I wondered what I could say. *DING IDEA* Ask how everyponys day was?. "So..how was your day Applejack?".I ask the pony on the left. "Not to bad ah reckon, been buckin them apples all day long".She replied honestly. "Twilight?".I asked the lavender unicorn opposite me. "Studying, I learnt that Canterlot was orginally part of a mountain until they cut through and let it into the sunlight". My attempt at a convosation did nothing, I asked around a bit more. But the asnwers were all the same,releated to each pony. "So how was YOUR day Amon?".Rainbow Dash (record tea drinker) turned to me and asked. Dammit,all Ive been doing is watching that fucking crime show over and over again..didnt get any sleep....YES,I can say that "Well I didnt get any sleep in the night...so I slept through the day instead, Applejack here woke me up to ask if I wanted to come to the tea party, so I got dressed, washed and came here". I lied heavily. That unfortunatly made the situation even more awkard, Rarity tried to get more tea...but she had run out. And it was raining too. Not just normal rain,but really heavy heavy heavy rain. The kind of rain that blankted the ground in water and casued a flood sometimes. "Well ah guess we will all have to stay here...".Applejack added,gazing into the window. They all agreed,before turning to me. Females are fine when it comes to sleep overs,but add a stallion into the mix and its hell. Not to mention that I dont know if the other "me" could return. "You lot can,Ill go home" I sighed and made to leave. "Where are you going Amon?".Twilight looked at me like I was mad. (Which I am). "Its rainy outside,you will freeze in this weather".Fluttershy spoke up for once. "Dont go,you can stay on the couch".Rarity decided to add and offered a soloution. "Hmm,does anypony want to hear a scary story?". "YEAH!". A few minutes later. I stood at the foot of the bed,all the lights were turned off and the six of them were somehow crammed into Raritys king sized bed. Thier eager faces looking at me. "Ill tell you the story of the Manehatten murder". It was a good day in Manehatten,the sun was shining and even the underground stations had light leaking in. However,all was not well in a distant pub. A Stallion sat with his girlfriend,they both laughed and joked all through the day and into the night. Drinking enough cider and alcohol to make a entire household drunk. But these two were tough nuts and they seemed not to be effected at all. The male was planning to propose that night,after that they gone to the pub anyway. And then,a family of six maybe sat down on a table,they were a middle class family,good job.Nice house,few foals. They did nothing wrong in life of course. However the Stallion at the table began to feel funny,like something was taking over. At first he said nothing, tried to hide the red and blue veins that were growing at the top of his head and sprialling down all the way to his flank. The marefriend noticed however and she started to worried a little. Her coltfriend was never acting like he did. Mainly he was starting to size up everyone in the room. "Honey...whats wrong?". He didnt say anything or do anything. In his mind there was nothing but ponies that he had to kill. And he did just that
never saw, never heardHe murdered them pure and simple. Nothing else could say what he did. Accidental killing?No it was murder my friends, pure murder. Pure death followed in his wake as he cut them apart. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I shone a light in my face to emphasise my point as I finished up on my story. Now that I was looking at their scared faces as the six girls lay up in bed curled up to each other. I think I might have made it a bit too real....well I did do it after all. Now Im thinking about it, what is that face doing on the wall?....shit there’s millions of them. Fuckers are plastered everywhere and I have to spend a night in this house. With a bunch of girls who are sleeping together anyway. “I suppose Ill see you in the morning”. I make my escape from the room with millions of faces and head downstairs. This house is pretty big and spacious,seems like Rarity would like a good stallion here to keep her company. I know I wouldn’t be that good stallion because the amount of fashion models in here scares me. I sighed heavily and found myself in the living room which contained the sofa. The door which I had just come through contained the stairs, only other doors present were either the kitchen,front door,bathroom or the various modelling studios. Rarity’s pretty organised when you think about it. I lie down on the sofa, not bothering to get bed covers or anything. Instead of going to sleep right away I begin to think about what is currently going on. First of all I have just told my only friends what I did. Well what “he” did. I think of my only friends in life, the mane six as they are commonly known. The bearers of the elements of harmony. They don’t seem to realise how famous they are, despite being a little older I look up to them. I know what they represent. Honesty. Generosity. Kindness. Loyalty. Laughter. Magic. The six elements that a pony must have to be capable of harmony. I am not capable of harmony at all. I have lost my elements in what I did. What “he” did. But his actions are mine too. We are both the same. Like a coin, just two different faces. I wake up from my deep thinking and look up into the ceiling. I begin to see a face, a familiar one at that. My dead girlfriends face stares at me, her eyes full of scorn and sadness. What I did to her will never be forgiven. I close my eyes and try to sleep. But I cant sleep because I am silently crying. I never really heard those footsteps coming down the stairs when I was busy crying. That would prove to be a mistake.
