The first thing Spike did as soon as he could was run towards Pinkie Pie’s cabin to check on Fluttershy. His heart was pounding, his hands shaking as he slowly felt his body wearing down. The Adrenaline was fading away, So his body was feeling exhausted.

A long stride over as he felt himself limping. While moving in closer but soon he reached the cabin. He didn’t waste a second as he burst through there, almost knocking the door off its hinges. His voice managing to croak out,

“Fluttershy!” He looked around and found that she was lying there on the bed, breathing rapidly, clearly much alive. Her eyes closed as Spike moved over, but before he could, Pinkie Pie got in the way and looked him dead in the eyes.

“Spike Fluttershy needs to sleep, she’s super worn out, and the Hydra blood is taking its time to heal her. But it’s going to take some time.” Pinkie Pie pushed her hands against his chest looking towards him,

“I just want to make sure she’s ok,” Spike said, just trying to keep a brave face, but in reality he looked scared for her, scared what might happen. She might’ve been the best thing to happen to him since he got there.

“She will be, I promise, I even pinkie promise.” Raising her pinkie finger with a light smile, while Spike gave a small chuckle. Pinkie Pie definitely could carry a light laugh,

“Let me know as soon as you can.”

“You’ll be the second person to I’ll be the first.” Pinkie Pie laughed as she moved on and began checking over her patient. Spike turned around and walked off. He moved on, going back to his cabin.

Spike walked inside, taking a step. He stood there for the longest time, incomplete Silence. As Spike stood there, he finally rolled down, sitting against the door. Spike just shook and felt himself in tears. His body finally let go of everything as he tried to figure out what was going on. He tried saying something, saying he couldn’t find the right words as he tried but found nothing.

He remembered how he swung the Ax. The way the blade went through the Sirens neck. How it killed her, and Spike just saw how it cut through like it was nothing and how she died. Spike had murdered someone.

“I’m a murderer. I’ve killed someone.” Spike finally said as he began shaking. What was the man going to do? He couldn’t figure that out. This wasn’t even a simple answer. Nothing about it was right. Spike sat there for what seemed like over an hour, till finally, Spike felt nothing. He was just numb at this point. But he wasn’t able to forget about it. Her blood was on his hand, and if he remembered what Lady Macbeth had said ‘Will all the water in the ocean wash this blood from my hands?’

He thought about how the nuns had made them read it in the orphanage at a young age — telling them about how Murder was the greatest sin. Even Greater than Pride itself. Spike never took much thought about it as a kid. But somehow, with his first kill like this, he wondered if this was how Lady Macbeth felt at all. So, it came down to a single question for Spike.

Will my hands ever be clean? Spike was thinking on as he curled into a ball as he felt down. Almost depressed at this point. So much had been going through him. But he just stayed there till finally he suddenly heard a knocking at his cabin door. Spike tried ignoring whoever was at the door for as long as he could. Till finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. Spike reached over, grabbing the door, pulling it opened.

Standing there was none other than Applejack. She stood there, looking towards him arms crossed as she seemed to be barely looking him in the eye. She kept herself closed off as she appeared conflicted like she wanted to be annoyed, but there was something else about it also. But Spike wasn’t able to tell,

“What do you want?” Spike asked as he turned around towards his bed, just trying to keep a calm face, but he was having some difficulty. Just moving off as Applejack followed right behind him.

“I wanted to talk to you about what happened, and I guess I wanted to thank you.” Applejack said as she looked around the room just taking everything in as she walked towards the bed,

“Is that all, well no problem, I guess I’m just some killer now,” Spike said sitting down, for the minute,

“Well I still want to talk to you, that was your first kill. It must’ve been tough.”

“Why do you care?” Spike asked as he leaned back his back against the wall as Applejack seemed to get closer,

“Spike, it’s a big thing; it's not like I care, but you looked distressed, and I owe you.” Applejack said as she rubbed the back of her head. Spike hadn’t even noticed that she had used his name. He wasn’t called boy, which would’ve been shocking but at a time like this. It seemed not to be the big part.

“Well, I’m fine, just leave,” Spike said as he tried to stay out of this conversation.

“I don’t think so. Maybe we should talk about this!” Applejack took a step closer. Her hand raised out as she tried showing some semblance of kindness. But Spike just tried moving back still, as he was trying to distance himself at this point.

“Quit being such a baby, Spike!” Applejack said, almost shouting at that point as she looked to him. Beginning to move down on her knees just looking him directly in the eyes.

“I’m not damn it, and really why should you care you’ve been hostel since I had gotten here? Now you’re trying to comfort me. I swear it’s as if your bipolar or something, I mean what the hell is your problem!” Spike said almost shouting he tried pulling himself up though found it difficult in his position, so sat back down.

“My problem, my problem is I’m trying to be nice to you now, but you’re acting like a toddler, that’s my problem, it’s a fact ever since you got here, you’ve been such a pain in my ass, you’re existence is a constant reminder!” Applejack found herself pulling up to her feet, almost defensively as she looked like she was close to losing her temper.

“A reminder of what!” Spike shouted in anger as he struggled but found himself back on his feet and pulling off from the bed. Looking back, their fury mashing together at this point, but it was clear Applejack wasn’t holding back.

“A reminder of how you’ve got everything I’ve ever wanted! How perfect your fucking life was! Then you get brought here and got everything I had to fight for, and struggle to get. Everything I earned or wanted you had!”

“What the hell are you talking about How did I have everything you wanted I’ve struggled, I had no family, I’ve worked for what I had, and all I got for my work hard was to be cheated on a woman I loved, on my wedding day, then getting kidnapped and brought here as a Sex slave. Now I’ve taken someone’s life!” Spike screamed, Not sure why he was crying but found himself letting out his anger and rage. Applejack looked like she was about to strangle Spike.

“Oh yes, cause raised by people that cared for you! Those people at the church seemed to give you love, while I was locked in a basement because I was born different!” She screamed louder, pointing to her horns.

“You were given kindness and love even by my mother! While she treated me like the Devil! All because someone lied to her! Those people treated me horrible. The children called me a fucking Demon! I child!” She reached over as she grabbed an object she didn’t know what it was or cared to sling it out the window, the glass shattering apart as the light shined in.

Spike couldn’t help but freeze as he heard locked in a basement and called a demon. It brought back memories thoughts of going back in the basement looking for the Nun’s demon daughter, his fear and nervousness of wanting to find her, and eventually finding a secret passage. Just the idea of it and soon began realizing that if Applejack was telling the truth. Then that would’ve meant that Applejack was the Nuns' daughter.

“Wait, that was you, but that was just an old story! How is that possible.”

“It’s a long story.” Applejack responded as she took a seat as she looked to him, but Spike eventually joined her and sighed,

“Well, we have all day.” Soon getting as comfortable as they could’ve been. Applejack took a deep breath as she started recollecting her thoughts. Till finally, she began telling her story.

“It all started before I was born, my mother was a Nun, a pretty devoted one, joining the convent when she was eighteen. Well, she was a gorgeous woman, though humble, spending every day working hard. To please God himself. In all honesty, she might’ve been considered to become Mother superior.” Applejack pushed in telling her story, while Spike would sit on listening, keeping a calm thought as the horned woman took a deep breath and continued.

“Then one day, my father came to me, My mother didn’t say much about him, but what I read from her journal was that he was the most beautiful creature she’d ever seen. His wingers were pure silver. His body shaped perfectly. She described him as one of God's Angels, and apparently, He told her that he was one. Chosen by God to come to her and said she would be next to hold gods light… My mother felt as though this was an honor. Before long, the two laid in bed. She felt that it wasn't sinning as she believed that he was an angel sent from God, and could she be committing a sin if God sent his angel down for this.”

“He wasn’t an angel, was he?” Spike asked interrupting her story for a second but felt the need to ask her, Applejack’s only response to this question was a long head shake.

“No, he wasn’t, in all honesty, I don’t know what he was, my mother called him a devil, but even the devil was an Angel. Though it doesn’t matter who or what he was. Eventually, my mother found herself pregnant. It brought so much controversy, and she was nearly thrown out. But one priest gave light to it a man named Comfort, a devoted priest who, in some ways, loved my mother, as much put his neck out for her, and they allowed her to stay. She never became mother superior though she lost it that day when she revealed what happened.”

Wait for Comfort? No, that can’t be it’s a coincidence. There’s plenty of people named Comfort. Spike thought as he heard the name but pushed it away. As he let a sigh soon realizing that Applejack leaned her head down on his shoulder and she spoke on, Spike kept himself quiet and listened on.

“Than, on the day of my birth, everything seemed to go through as planned, and after hours, and hours of going through labors. I was born. I was a cute baby, from the one picture I saw of me, but when they saw me when they saw these.”

Applejack soon pointed to her horns the way they protruded from her head.

“They saw them and screamed they called me the devil, they called me the Antichrist. Right then and there, from what her journal said. I wonder how I was still alive, but after that day, my life was hell. They locked me in the basement, my mother was ashamed of me, only seeing me once every few months. They fed me, scraps. I sometimes wonder why they never threw me out. Though I suspect that they didn’t want anyone to find out about the scandal.”

“Did they ever beat you?” Spike couldn’t help but ask,

“No, they didn’t. I think it was because of who my mother was, more likely, they were too afraid to do something to me since they thought I was the devil’s daughter. People are more afraid of the Devil instead of god,”

“So, what happened next? How did you end up with the Amazons, I mean living in Ohio isn’t exactly close to Equest?”

“I guess that’s the weird part, you see, one day I finally got sick of it, being ignored, and when I was noticed being called the devil or Satan’s Daughter. So, one night, I ran away. I was moving through the passages that were built before I was born in that hell. I managed to find a way out, though I had gotten caught. It was Father Comfort. Who looked at me then and just looked away, he didn’t seem to care or tried to stop me. He only looked the other way. So, I ran away. Running off into the woods, till one day, I found a cave. I stopped there, and for the first time, I found myself free. I could be me. I ran into the cave and just walked on.”

Spike couldn’t help imagining a smaller Applejack going off into a cave and began thinking of the monster the beastly thing he saw once when he was younger, there was a connection but didn’t say anything about that.

“I walked on deeper till I found myself running into the Minotaur before Fluttershy, Bone crusher. Now he was a large being, could’ve made you shit yourself. Now he looked at me, and picked me up by the scruff of my neck, carrying me away. I think back then. I was just happy for some contact as I nuzzled into him, holding on. Before he took me to the camp and tossed me in, in some ways, Bone Crusher must’ve thought I was apart of the camp before and got lost; otherwise, he could’ve just taken me off to that world.”

“So that’s how you ended up here?”

“Though it was still rough, being trained as an Amazon isn’t easy, it was harsh.” She reached down and started showing the scars from her body, everyone that covered over her as she looked over.

“But in some ways, these scars are better than the ones than that place. I was noticed, it seemed these people cared for me. They at least gave me a name; I don’t think I had one back then when I was a little girl. It only taught me a lesson. I should be happy to be an Amazon. Otherwise, I’ll have nothing.”

“Did you ever see your mother?” Spike couldn’t help ask, his heart sunk more feeling sorry for her, feeling sorry for the little girl who had nothing. Just lost to the cruel world.

“I saw her once, I went back to that place when I was older, it seemed like she kicked out after I escaped, and father Comfort left with her. They seemed to go off, and eventually got together, had a child. A little girl, but it was clear about one thing though, they loved her. Lover her more than they ever would’ve for me. I remember my anger, my hatred. I wanted to run inside and scream at them, hurt them. But by then, I just turned away. I walked back home, the only place I could belong.”

Spike reached over some, patting her back,

“Than you came, around our Queen, my only friend who helped trained me when I first made it here, she was just Twilight back then. She discovered you found you at the place, and I hated most a descended of a pagan god, an abomination in the eyes of that church. They raised you never know what you, but then you had a life a good one, a life I wanted. Some… Some of my old Wounds opened up, and I was jealous, I guess. Especially when Twilight put her attention on you. She was obsessed, and when she discovered that you were coming to Equest, she felt it was destiny and sent me to get you. She sent me!”

She shouted some as tears rolled down her face she looked like Azura was about to cry, while she looked away some but Spike would eventually reach over grabbing her cheek and turned her around and looked back into her eyes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring up your past or open these old wounds,” Spike said as Applejack sniffed some her eyes looking puffy, filled with red. Spike had forgotten about his problems, but in some ways, the two talking seemed to clear the tension.

That was when something happened. Something that neither of them had expected. Applejack leaned in and kissed him. And they shared that kiss for the longest time.

Author's Note

Well guy's you have it now you know about Applejacks past, though in some ways its kind of weird I hope its what you were expecting, and some interesting connections with Spike. please let me know if you enjoy it or what you think about it.

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