Viventis Anathema - Story of a Cursed Mare

The walk through the woods that was blanketed with the tick fog was adorned with a surreal silence and a sense of tranquility that doesn't fit any merry content at all. There are only few animal rumors who doesn't seems to be normal at all, in the distance. Grimwood, equipped with the claws but retaining her chainsaw in the bag, walked two legged with precaution.

"I have to find my old hideout that I had found after I had arrived in Equestria. I hope Clay Smith survived. I hate to admit but I am quite in debt with that guy."

Beneath her feet, there are multiple sprints from many types: from hooves to even pawns, Timberwulves pawns... Except that something was wrong with those ones. Their forms were warped and curved. Wanting to know what had transpired, she followed the trail while keeping a eyes in her surrounding. At that point, very warped growls were heard in the distance.

"What the..." Grimwood said quietly.

She pressed on, hiding from tree to tree until she reached a very grizzly spectacles. There are three Timbervulves and a tiger, all of them mutated like the ponies in Canterlot, feasting on the bodies of defenseless ponies. The wolves had multiple plant like snake heads protruding from their mouths, eyes and claws and had their bones exposed. As for the tiger, it's body was full of bone spikes and has emptied eye sockets. Such thing made Grimwood almost puke.

"What the hell? The curse affected animals too?" Grimwood said quietly. "Tsk. I think I better make a quick job of them."

That being said, Grimwood pulled out a blue gem from her bag and tossed it at the creatures. As it came in contact with one of them, an icy explosion happened, freezing all of them in place along with their victims. Ignoring them, Grimwood resumed her path.

"At least I wouldn't had put the forest on fire for monsters like these."

The violet mare continued to traverse the arboreal maze. The thick fog began to dissipate the more Grimwood proceed in long the way. After thirteen minutes of walking, Grimwood found a wooden house that she instantly realized as her hideout. It was there, but at the first look she gave to it, she know something was wrong. The place looked forsaken, demonstrated by the vines infesting part of it except the entrance.

One preoccupation came into Grimwood's mind. "I hope nothing happened to Clay."

Slowly, she approached the door and opened it. Stepping inside, she found a very ordinate living room but found also one disgusting thing that she wasn't expecting to find.

Death stench.

She shielded her nose for a moment and darted her eyes to the trapdoor leading to the basement. Wanting to solve this disgusting mystery, Grimwood descended downstairs and once had arrived at the bottom, she witnessed what had become of the basement.

The room was both a studio and a horrific laboratory were multiple pony corpses were hanging on the walls with exposed organs, mutilated of their legs and butterfly eggs inhabiting their insides. There are also tables with dead animals, including a white rabbit, and some gem used for magical experiment.

"Disgusting fucker. I think he felt the liberty to stole my property then I was in prison."

Looking around, Grimwood noticed at her left the hanging corpse of a elder rust maned blue pony. She recognized him being Clay Smith, his personal guardian and caretaker before her arrest, two years ago.

"Poor bastard," Grimwood commented with quite sadness.

With nothing else to look, the only thing to examine was the desktop at the very end of the laboratory. Approaching it, she noticed what seemed to be a diary with three butterflies depicted into. Just to get some info about the responsible behind this wretched spectacle, she opened and read one of the pages. Needless to say she was instantly disturbed by that.

"Killing ponies is wrong they said, but that is purely objective. Life and Death it's cycle that won't follow any mortal rules and has the right to be improved. While ponies would be killed in order to gave them new purposes, others would have any other purposes: Giving their forfeit life for other life form that really deserve that. Life and Death had so many forms that is a crime keep it limited."

"When ponies and animals were alive, as i was before, they were subjected at every injustice possible, such as prejudice, famine, poverty, illness, violence, mortality, fear and pretty much of the negative things. No matter how hard they dealt with, those things won't stop to hurting them. I won't even blame the jerks or the evil ones doing their mean practice.
They were victims of themselves as living beings. But death has nothing to do with all of this. Is the perfect equalizer. Once everypony are dead, everypony are equal without any exception. And that is a benevolent factor in our undead."

"No matter of bloody, horrible or cruel can be this kindness."

".... This is seriously sick. And I think this guy had missed some marbles." Grimwood commented.

Just when she was about to pass to the next page, someone slowly approaching from the stairs. Grimwood didn't made any movement. She just let the pony to approach her until it finally approached her, silently.

"You shouldn't be here at all," The pony from behind her said grimly with a female voice.

Grimwood promptly took a yellow triangle and throw it at her. "Here you are, psychotic bastard!"

The impact caused a flux of electricity to shock her aggressor. Grimwood didn't even bothered to look at her aggressor and galloped away from the basement. Once out, she stormed out the house and took the distance from it. She then turned toward the entrance and stood up two legged. She then pulled out her chainsaw box and looked at the entrance with newfound fury.

"Enough it's enough!" Grimwood roared. "I don't care who you are or why your are doing this, but this is my property and you had desecrated this place, started by killing it's caretaker. C'mon! Just came out and face me, you fucker!"

There wasn't response at first coming from the house. Then, hoofsteps were heard, slowly coming out of the entrance.

"This isn't your property anymore," The voice said, causing Grimwood to flinch a little.

"That can't be..." Grimwood said.

In a few seconds, somepony came out, or rather, what used to be a pony.

It appeared as a yellow female pegasus with a curved pink mane and her cutey marks depicting three butterflies. Her wings were a twisted mix of green nature and living organism, with them being adorned by leafs as her feathers with some arteries and veins pulsing, and green vines protruding from the wing's conjunctures. Her hooves were replaced with dragon claws and her left eye portion of her skull being exposed.

Her opened wound exposing her heart was covered with a web of branches inhabited by undead butterflies. Brambles were protruding from both her sides, and her emerald eyes weren't so livid. Her face was rather calm but was also irritated for the shocking in which she was subjected before.

Grimwood instantly recognized in muted shock her identity. "F-Fluttershy... But you were dead."

"It depend of what you mean with this," Fluttershy said with a morbid tone.

"What the fuck is going on here? She died a few weeks prior this curse mess." Grimwood thought. "How can she be here as a monster. But more importantly, does she had retained some kind of her intelligence?"

"You looked quite surprised to see me, eheh... Well, you shouldn't." Fluttershy remarked.

"Since by then the Element of Kindness started killing ponies and animals?" Grimwood glared at her.

"Since I had a revelation during my rebirth. What you said is true only in part. I killed ponies in order
to give them a new life, completely from the fangs of famine, prejudice, their flaws, their doubts and
the fear of death itself. I found a new form of kindness in which i can identify with and use it to help the others, no matter of insan it is. For how much sadistic and cruel can sounds to you, death can have his own benevolent side if it wanted.
I was never this confindent and secure of myself as I am now."

"Rebirth?... Who had resurrected you?" Grimwood asked.

"You don't even deserve to hear about it, but know this," Fluttershy replied. "A good benefactor saved me from my old self.
And some other ponies and animals received this blessing as well. My body represents my new and complete comprehension of Death. Death alone is just a exit, but if you fuse it with Life, you create a miracle that defies their own flaws. My new way to help the others is far more effective than my old ways. We are doing this to save you not only from your lives, but from yourself as well. You should consider this an act of kindness."

"Kindness... What a joke." Grimwood remarked.

"Huh!?" Fluttershy looked confused.

Grimwood remained silent for a bit, not even flinching, leaving the monstrous caricature of Fluttershy perplexed a little. The mare then swung the metallic box and pulled out the chainsaw blade. She pulled it's starting cord, revving it up one more time, and glaring at the vegetal pegasus with a dreadful intensity as the blades were rotating,

"Then you and me got a problem." said menacingly Grimwood.