Jack the pony

The night had finally settled. A beautiful mare walked down the alleyway in between two buildings in the city. Jack smiled, letting her come down the alleyway. She stupidly decided to take the path that went into the darkness where things went bump in the night. As she walked further, she felt a slight breeze go by. “Hello?” she asked the darkness. “Is anypony there?”

No answer from the alley. She put her head down, but she was on alert because her ears stood straight up. She walked slowly, singing her favorite song, Amazing Grace, but this seemed to help her walk forward with less worry, but with that she couldn’t hear her end coming up behind her. Jack grabbed the knife from his mane and came closer and closer. She stopped humming the song as she swore that she heard something right behind her. Jack whispered quietly into her ear. “Can you help me see your insides?” She shook violently, too scared to run, but it didn’t take long for her to regain her mental faculties, and she tried to escape her impending doom. But before she had a chance to yell, “HEL---,” Jack made sure she couldn’t speak, much less call for help. “Slice slice!” he said as he slit her throat twice. As she struggled for air, she managed to drag herself for two steps, but unfortunately, no one escapes Jack The Ripper…..

Jack easily flipped her onto her back. “Goodbye.” he simply said before he stabbed her once right between the eyes. He watched as she stopped moving. He searched her body for any type of currency. Finding a bag of golden coins, he assumed that they were the currency of this world. The bag was also marked, “Bits,” which also helped identify them. After pocketing the bag, Jack dragged the body against the wall and put her dress over her face to conceal the double slice in her throat.

A thought crossed his mind. He decided to carve the letters, “J.R,” into her, creating his calling card in this new world. Looking into the sky, he saw that the sun was rising. Deciding to hide while the population would be busy, then prey on his victims at night.

The next night, as Jack was walking silently, out of the right side of his vision, a male pony came walking up, showing him a flyer. “Please sir, have you seen my wife?” Seeing that the mare in question was actually the very pony he had killed the previous night, Jack told the pony that he knew nothing.

The stallion continued to ask around before a white pony with a blue mane and tail wearing golden armor walked up to him. “May I speak to you?” the guard asked him. Mere seconds after the pony started following the guard, he broke down. Now crying his eyes out, the grown stallion bawled like a baby. Seeing the pony crying right in front of everypony in the middle of town, he smiled, satisfied at his work.

Later that day, Jack walked into a store where he saw a knife on sale for ten bits. Naturally, he bought it, along with some lunch, and some clothes to hide his identity, but he realized after trying on a suit that he was sweating like a pig, and instead decided to wear only a cape so he would not overheat. “That’s better,” he said to himself as he dumped the old knife into a sewer drain and slipped quietly back into the night, waiting for the next unknowing victim to walk into the alley.

The next victim, or victims, were a stallion and his family. The husband, seeing that the alleyway split into two paths, asked his wife which way she would like to go. The mare was breathing heavily and holding her stomach, which was swollen with the weight of the unborn child she was bearing.

She begged the husband for them not to do a lot of walking, due to the fact that she was very close to giving birth to her foal. The husband, being the gentleman he was, offered to carry his wife on his back, to which she accepted, and thanked him for wanting to carry her and her child back to the house.

Jack smiled almost uncontrollably as he stalked his prey. “Three for the price of two,” he whispered. “This is just too perfect,” he added as he looked at a clocktower to the north, seeing both the hands about to strike twelve, signaling midnight. “This day just keeps getting better and better,” he murmured as he unsheathed his knife, accidentally causing an empty glass bottle on the side of the building to drop into the street, causing the stallion to stop his progress and kick his forehooves into the air, forcing his wife off his back.

The mare hit the ground with both a thud and an “Ouch,” before she asked her husband what was wrong, and why he kicked his legs. “This thing just dropped right in front of me,” he replied just as the clocktower struck the first ring of midnight. The darkness seemed to seep straight into their very souls, clouding both their physical vision and also mental awareness.

“Hun, are you there?” a worried husband asked his wife. There was no reply from the darkness. He tried to look down the dark space, but could not due to his lack of clear sight forcing him to only be able to see a few inches in front of his face. He called again, and again there was no answer. The reason was, Jack the Ripper had taken her onto the rooftop above the alley. “Well well well, you seem to be carrying, aren’t you?” he asked the whimpering mare who simply nodded. He had hidden the knife in his wing to partially conceal it. “Don’t worry about that little one. He will be with you soon,” he taunted her.

“No, please,” the mare begged Jack as the sound of the bell struck to create a mighty ringing. “Shhh,” Jack said quietly as she shook in fear. Without another word, he thrust his weapon into her heart as the clock struck for a third time. The wife didn’t even have a chance to scream before she was dead. Jack looked down at the dead mare’s body, seeing that her unborn child had now been born mere seconds before her death. “Well well now, this can be a very good situation for me. But not him…” he said to himself before cutting off the foal’s umbilical cord linking him and his mother, and throwing it down into the alley.

“Huh? What’s this?” a confused stallion asked himself as he suddenly felt a slimy tube of some sort. “What in Celestia’s name is this?” he pondered as he felt it again before running into the light of a single lamp in the alley, and seeing the intestine looking thing that had fallen onto his face. He looked around and called out as the bell struck it’s fourth tone, masking his call in an almost ear-piercing ringing.

Jack snuck out into an even smaller side alley undetected, with his dark coat colors hiding him from sight. “I swear to Luna that if I get my hooves on you, then you are dead!” he called to the shadows before Jack walked out with the kid in his mouth. The clock struck the fifth tone. “Well now, wouldn’t it be sad if something were to happen to her?” he asked the stallion calmly. “I’m warning you… if you touch a hair on her newly born head…” he threatened Jack.

Jack simply smiled. “Don’t worry. I won't hurt her. . . . . right now,” he half-promised, half-lied as he walked towards the now alone father. The father asked him, “Did you take my wife?” noticing that Jack was a pegasus. Jack gladly confessed. “I did. And the only way that you will see her again is if I help you,” Jack smiled before lunging toward the stallion as he rushed to meet him as well because of his daughter.

The clock struck the sixth tone as Jack took his knife, and sunk it right through the father’s heart. The husband tried to stop him, but to no avail as Jack looked up and said to himself that he shouldn’t separate a family such as their’s. The clock struck the seventh tone as the husband was dying on the ground in the pool of his own blood. Jack once again took the knife out, and put it through the neck of the baby, and the last thing that the dying father saw was his dead daughter on the side of the building.

He dropped dead as the seventh tone rung. Jack took the family’s remains, and scattered them out everywhere within two blocks in the alley. He grabbed his knife and went to hide in the nearby forest. Before anypony could see, he hid there and with very little time, the sun came up. Jack then went back into civilian life, but then the guards started to do a questioning spree, asking and questioning everypony in the town.

Jack, realizing that he needed to get out of the immediate area, flew back to the clearing, and then to the city in the clouds. Nopony had noticed he had left. He thought to himself that maybe he should do something here, but he also wanted this place to be his sanctuary in case he got into trouble on the surface. This would be the perfect place to flee to.

He looked down from the cloud deck, and he saw the corner out and taking in the beauty of his work. He looked at the guard and said to himself, “This is the same pony as the last murder, but he came back here,” as the guard walked away from him. “I’m concerned about his pattern because this crime scene says that he has no concern for pony life, and he showed no mercy on him or her. And with extreme prejudice taking out the newly born baby, showed that she was just born as in only a few minutes when she was stabbed in the neck with the knife,” the guard explained. The guard showed extreme disgust. “How sick does this pony have to be to do this to someone he never knew before?”

Jack smiled as the fruit of his hard work were now bearing. “Good, and I hope that they never find me,” he said to himself as a pony walked by. He sat on the cloud bench as she walked over. “So what is your name sir?” she asked politely. Jack answered just as friendly. “My name is Jack, and you are?”

The mare smiled nicely. “Well, I'm Sunny Rays. Nice to meet you. Jack blushed while looking her in the face. “Nice to meet you as well,” Sunny continued asking questions. “So where do you live?” The question hit Jack like a rock. “Well…….here….” he trailed off as he whimpered a little under his breath. Sunny saw this and immediately took sympathy. “Oh my….. Are you homeless?” she asked sincerely. “Yes, I am. But I don’t like to say it. Do you know somewhere I could go to help me with my situation?”

Jack could’ve been trying to trick her. Trying to get her to tell him things that would later help him kill her, but he was being truthful right now. Jack knew he was homeless, and that he would never be able to survive on his own without shelter, food, and water.

Sunny knew the perfect place to help this poor unfortunate soul. “In fact I do. My father is the priest of the church here in Cloudsdale. He lets ponies stay there for a few days to help them get back on their hooves. Jack thanked the kind mare. Not only for giving him a place to stay, but also for giving him an alibi for him to be able to say he was at the church while all of the murders took place. He smiled and kissed her hoof like a gentleman that he was, but with all of the darkness in his soul that could only be compared with that of somepony who was completely evil.

Sunny blushed from cheek to cheek as she handed him a pamphlet on where the church was so he could go there tonight instead of being on the streets of the big city. As Jack walked away, Sunny watched him go. “I really like that guy,” she said to herself before flying back to the morgue.

As she arrived in the morgue, the bodies were being put onto slabs to be cut up and thrown into their graves. The coroner turned around. “I’m so sorry for what you went through,” he spoke to Sunny, but Sunny was not Sunny. He looked into her eyes, and they have rolled up into the back of her head. He rolled them forward and felt her stomach as the doctor asked her, “The rush caused you to give birth, didn’t it?”

The doctor turned around and she was floating above the ground and see through. The doctor asked her to come towards him. As she did, she looked at the table. “Please doctor,” the spirit of the wife begged, “Don’t worry about us. We are all together again in heaven.”

The doctor was intrigued by the ghost. “Is death painful?” he asked her. She replied sadly. “No it’s not. But only the one right into my head, but the one across my neck, that one hurt the most,”

“I need to know something. Who attacked you?” he asked, now becoming more specific to her murder. She replied sadly once again. “I didn’t see him, but by his voice, I could tell that he was male, but beyond that I’m not sure who it was. He was a pegasus because he carried me to the rooftop where you found me. But why me with my death?” The doctor raised an eyebrow. “I have a feeling that you tried to warn your husband, didn’t you?”

“Yes I did. I yelled and yelled, but he didn’t move at all, and he walked into him and he got stabbed and stabbed. I watched him die and I tried to stop him from killing my daughter, but he didn’t listen either because he did it without hesitation to her, and I was forced to watch,” she replied, now crying. The doctor consoled her with his sympathy. “I feel so bad for you my dear,” he said as he turned and walked towards her. “I’m sorry, but it’s your time to move on to heaven for your eternal rest.

She shed a tear, and as it hit the floor, she became enveloped by a blinding white light. Before leaving, she begged the doctor to fulfill one final wish. “Please take that pony down!” she yelled before disappearing into the light. The doctor spoke to himself quietly after the mare disappeared. “I hope that she finds her family in the next life,” as he stood there while the chapel below called in its worshippers for a mass prayer for the victims of the recent murders.

The priest in front of the church stood over the table. “Let us pray,” he said as the bodies were brought up from the table. They had the ceremony for death done over them. The priest went up to the front of them after opening up the floor to speakers that knew the couple that was killed by the crazy pony. He went to the front of the church. “Everypony quiet now. We have had a rash of crimes against the will of god, but now let this not lead us to killing and suctions of one another, but lead us to the will of god, and let him come to his senses and bring himself to the light of the torch of justice, so that god may judge him in the afterlife for his crimes against us. As the lord says may you not judge me through death will be the final judge before I enter the eternal rewards of heaven, and my eternal rest, they will cast him down from heaven into the pits of hell which he belongs for his crimes.” After the sermon was over, all of the attendees walked out of the church.

A unicorn with a white hide, light blue and light purple mane, and music note cutie mark walked out of the church. “Melody Song! Come on, please come on! We need to get home before dark!” one of her friends called. “Alright, Alright,” she called back as she watched the sun go down. There seems to be a mysterious stallion watching her from a distance with dark clothing. “She will make a beautiful forever wife since that other bitch left me in the most recent decade, but at least my heart will be complete once again. Oh how my heart aches in the summer breeze,” he said to himself. He creeped back into the shadows once again until his heart will be ready to pass on his unique gift. He peered back and saw drawings of Melody all over his walls. He sat there and stared at them. Don’t worry about your life, because I will make it forever! Into the eternal forever in all of time!”

Jack was one of the last to walk out of the church, and he saw the late afternoon sun hanging ever lower in the sky. As he looked up, he sharpened his knife against an old piece of rain gutter that somepony had thrown away. Jack looked down at the city below, and he knew that he should get into the city limits before the sun went down, but stay long enough here so that he could be recorded as staying in the church for the night.

Jack watched as the priest took roll call for the night. He sat on his bed as the candles went out throughout the building, and everything was bathed in darkness. As the night became later and later, he flew up to the window in the highest point of the church, and he got out of the window and into the streets below at just after midnight to allow the church bell to cover his noises that his body was going to make as he splashes down into the river and dried off and hid for the next victim to come into his sight.

He tried to stay quiet as he looked around into the surroundings and to see how and where he could attack the next pony that walked into his trap. He scratched his beard and noticed that it was getting long, and that he should go and get it shaved. But he needed money to do that, and he knew just how he could get some. He waited, and saw a light blue unicorn come down the alley. He pounced at the opportunity to get another kill under his belt.

She walked down with caution, but the amount wasn’t very high. The bell tower put out it’s chime at the half hour mark. She heard it and took a breath before continuing forward into the dark. Jack held the knife in his mouth as he did the simplest thing, and just stood there in the alley, waiting for his victim.

She looked up at Jack. “Sir, are you okay?” she called out, but he stood there silently and unmoving. She moved closer to the silhouette of the pony standing there in the darkness, but being lit up from the back due to the street candle behind him. Unseen to her, he rapped his scarf around the blade to make it look like it was sticking out of him. She saw that, and then ran right into the knife that was sticking out into the body. It dug about an inch and a half into her. She jumped back from the pain of it, and Jack ran towards her. She grabbed her wound, not turning around to check where he was. She kept running forward but, after not hearing anything behind her, she turned back. “Where did he go?” she asked herself, taking a step back.

That was when a soft hoofstep made its sound. It came from behind her this time. “No, how in Celestia's name did you get there?” she asked, now completely terrified. “Please, I'm begging you, Luna plead take mercy on my soul,” she begged for her life as Jack stood there with a silent smile, and handed her a note. She was confused now. What the note said made her sure she was not going to understand what was going to happen next. “What do you taste like?” It read. She was still confused.

She looked up from the paper. “What?” Jack turned the note around. She looked down at the note, and as she moved it into the light, she saw it said, “You are my supper,” and before she could react to the horrifying note, a single hit with the knife right through her jaw held it shut. She started to cry, knowing she was going to die. “Why are you sad?” Jack asked with a smile, to which the mare pointed to her jaw as a response. “Why didn’t I take the defensive magic class?” she thought to herself. She could feel that every time she moved her jaw, it made a deeper cut. Jack guided her like a pony from his world with the knife. She sat there knowing her fight with him for the controls to her life.

They entered a rundown building which was smelly and abandoned in the middle of the town, and with the sounds of rats running around, she knew that this was her death. Jack smiled. “I’ll spare you,” as she smiled, now wishing death, but he smiled and broke out into hysterical laughter as she frowned. “Well did you think I would start eating you once you have died? I love the taste of living flesh instead!”

She watched as he took the knife from the male victim, and rubbed her as if he was petting her with a knife. She shook like a leaf still attached to the tree branch in the autumn wind. “And now we start with your ear!” Jack shouted before she felt the knife slip, and she screamed, but then he proceeded to cut along the ear.

Jack tried his first attempt at pony language. “My Luna, you taste good,” he said as he licked his lips from the blood that came out of her ear. Jack also asked her if this was cannibal-like behavior as he looked around waiting for an answer, but she stayed quiet as Jack heard his stomach growl because it had been many hours since he had eaten. He leaned over her and asked, “Do you have some breakfast food in you?” as she shook her head no.

“Well now,” he said before taking his knife, and cutting straight up from below the belly button up to the mid stomach, and reached into her. Her muffled scream was one of pure pain and suffering as she watched as her ovaries were being removed out of her body.

“Thank you chicken for your eggs,” Jack thanked her as she tried to beg him to stop, but he didn’t listen to her. Jack squeezed out an egg, and she heard the slop of ovaries he held up one egg and put it in his mouth. “Wow! They burst with flavor!” Jack marveled as she watched her unborn being squeezed out and into his stomach with a sloping sound as each one burst, and she got hit by the fluid that came out of his mouth. She twitched as it slowly smeared down her face.

Jack grinned fiendishly. “What? You don’t like the taste? Because I do!” he told her before he stroked his beard again. “Well now, do you have some bacon in you?” he asked her as she realized what was next. The unicorn begged him not to, but Jack took his knife anyway, and carved a portion of her right side anyway. She screamed as she watched him chop it into small slices resembling bacon.

He started to eat them as she watched. “Well, do you want some?” to which she shook her head rapidly. Jack then pulled out his knife, as she screamed at the top of her lungs. Jack had forced the jagged edge of the knife into her again, this time straight into her stomach. He cut off a slice of her skin, and forced her to eat it.

Jack smiled as she forced her to eat herself, smiling as she cried. “Only one more to go my fine lady~” He said, before driving his knife through her chest, piercing her heart before retracting the blade, piercing her skull as well, her brain matter splattering out with the knife. He then pounced on the dead body, biting into it and chewing her flesh, the soft tissue becoming a filling meal to the sick stallion.