The Shadow of Death

"Haha! You landed on my Bridle Way, 4 bits from you please!" Fleetfoot said smugly as she rose a hoof towards Wave Chill, awaiting his payment for landing on her property. Wave Chill rolled his eyes before scooping up 4 of his bits from his tiny pile that had accumulated over the course of the game, and placed them in Fleetfoot's outstretched hoof.

Rainbow Dash took another sip of her drink as she scanned the table and the other players. Spitfire was acting as the bank during the game, and had quite a large amount of bits as well as 3 properties on the board. Fleetfoot had the largest amount of bits so far, having claimed the most expensive properties on the board and hogging everyone's bits.

Soarin and her had a sort of unspoken alliance going, they bought properties all next to eachother. The others gave them disapproving looks, but didn't actually say anything. And finally, Wave Chill got shafted in the game, he only had one property and was in deep shit.

As Rainbow picked up the dice to roll for her next turn, Spitfire leaned back in her chair and sighed as she looked towards the door.

"Where is everyone tonight?" Spitfire asked out loud as Rainbow rolled the dice, rolling an 8. Soarin chuckled before answering Spitfire's question.

"Probably enjoying the night their own way, or sleeping." He said before taking a sip of his drink. Fleetfoot started laughing uncontrollably.

"Well, we all know what Fire and Misty are doing..." Fleet started, chuckling like a maniac.

"And what would that be Fleet?" Spitfire asked sarcastically.

"Screwing eachother's heads off!" Fleetfoot shouted before bursting out into more uncontrollable laughter. Spitfire rolled her eyes as Fleetfoot's laughing caused her face to turn a deep shade of red.

"I'm not referring to Firestarter and Daisy, I'm talking about everyone else, Windy, Lightning, and Surprise." Spitfire clarified. Everyone else at the table shifted awkwardly in their seats. Spitfire exhaled and stood up from the table. "I'm gonna go find them." Spitfire said as she started walking toward the door. Fleetfoot quickly darted from her spot at the table and got in front of her.

"Woah, hold on Spitty! Just relax! You told us that we could do whatever we wanted tonight, if they found something better to do than play Monopony and get wasted, that's their loss. Now get back over there so I can take more of your bits!" Fleetfoot explained before slipping back over to her spot and taking another swig of cider. Spitfire sighed and rejoined the group at the table.

"Well, whatever their doing, I hope their having fun." Spitfire said before getting back into the game. They continued to play as the wind howled in the storm outside.

The whole night, the dormitory hallways had been almost completely silent. That is, until Fire Streak and Misty Fly arrived at his dorm. The two could be heard clear as day out in the hallway, making all the noise they could.

The killer waited patiently out in the hallway, annoyed that they were still going at it. They could just go in and snuff them, but they couldn't risk being discovered yet.

"AH, Ah, Ah, ooooooohhh!" Misty Fly moaned as she and Fire finished up another quick little round that topped off what had been a perfect night for the two of them. Fire Streak let out a satisfied sigh as he rolled off of Misty and onto his stomach.

"That was what? 4 times tonight?" Misty asked as she snuggled up to Fire as he grabbed a joint off the nightstand next to the bed and lit it. Fire took a puff and looked over at her with a smug grin.

"I can break that record without even a sweat." Fire proclaimed before shifting in the bed.

"Ha, oh, I think I saw some sweat just now, you really think your all that huh?" Misty teased. Fire glared back at her smugly.

"Well am I?" he asked. Misty tried to think of a witty comeback to his remark, but found her tongue tied. Fire smirked smugly and laid back down.

"I win." he said before taking another puff from the joint. Misty lightly smacked his shoulder and looked over at the nightstand.

"Did we bring any drinks up with us?" Misty asked. Fire shook his head.

"Nope, forgot to." Fire responded. Misty groaned.

"But I'm thirsty!" Misty complained.

"Then go get some drinks, the mess hall isn't that far you know." Fire quickly responded to combat her whining. Misty huffed before standing up and walking around the bed.

"You know what, fine, I'll get it myself, mainly because I know if I send you while your high you'll probably bring me the wrong thing." Misty said before heading for the door.

"Hey, I don't screw up that much!" Fire argued. Misty quickly turned.

"Keep telling yourself that joint lighter." Misty said with a smirk and kissing him on the forehead. "I'll be right back, don't go anywhere." Misty finished before turning and leaving the room.

Fire Streak shrugged before rolling over onto his back and burying his face in the pillow and placing the joint into the ash tray on the nightstand.

"hmmmmmmmm" Fire Streak muffled into the pillow, feeling very relaxed.

Misty Fly left the dorm room and trotted quickly down the hall towards the mess hall. The killer saw her leave and quickly moved from their hiding spot to the door. They quietly opened the door, slipped inside and closed it behind them. They turned toward the bed where Fire Streak was lying on, luckily, he was laying face down and away from the door.

Fire Streak looked over at the window and saw they snow falling passed the window, simultaneously staring in awe at how pleasant it looked, and internally groaning at the thought of having to clear the heavy clouds tomorrow. His ears suddenly twitched when he hear the sound of quiet hoofsteps walking across the floor of the room. He let out a little chuckle.

"You know Misty, if you want to scare me, you gotta try better than that." Fire said smugly. He heard the hoofsteps stop behind him. He chuckled again. He waited for Misty to say something, but only silence remained.

"Well, are you here to do something? Or did you get our drinks already?" Fire asked, his face still looking towards the window. He suddenly tensed up as he felt a hoof begin to rub around his lower back.

"MMMMmmmm" Fire sighed into the pillow as he felt the massage on his back. "You know what, the drinks can wait." Fire said before letting out another sigh of satisfaction.

Only one hoof was used though, Fire kept his eyes closed and waited in anticipation for Misty to give him the full massage. After nearly a minute, Fire tried to look over at Misty to tell her to use both hooves, but suddenly, a pillow was forced over his face.

"What the fuck!" Fire Streak shouted, his voice muffled by the pillow. The killer quickly got on top of Fire and rose their knife high before stabbing down and into Fire's gut. Fire let out a scream of pain that was still muffled from the pillow.

The killer took the knife out, rose it up, and stabbed Fire again, and again, and again. Blood leaked out of the wounds in Fire's barrel, soaking into the sheets of the bed. Eventually, Fire stopped thrashing and fell limp and silent. The killer got off the bed and looked down at their hooves.

They were still covered by their uniform, and they were stained in crimson. They panted heavily from the struggle before sheathing the knife and going to leave the room. They only completed half of their punishment for breaking the #1 rule.

Never Have Sex.

Misty Fly finally turned into the hallway outside the Mess Hall. She trotted slowly over to the mess hall door and stepped inside. She walked through the silent and empty cafeteria towards the kitchen where she had been just a few hours prior.

She walked behind the service counter and into the empty kitchen. The only sounds being the gentle hissing of the lights above and the howling of the wind outside. She walked over to the fridges and opened one up, revealing the beverages to her. She began looking over the shelves of drinks inside, trying to decide which ones to take.

"Cider? No, we had plenty of that earlier." Misty said to herself as she looked in the fridge, not seeing or hearing the killer as they entered the mess hall and quickly moved into the kitchen area.

"Trotka? No, we want to wake up tomorrow with only mild headaches." Misty said, dismissing another option. Suddenly, a loud noise drew her attention away from the fridge. Misty looked up and closed the fridge door. She looked over to where the noise came from.

"Hello?" Misty called out as she stepped away from the fridges and looked toward the freezer and the other side of the kitchen. There was no answer and no visible movement. Misty quickly felt uneasy. She decided to just go with plain old beers and head back to Fire's room. She turned back and moved back to the fridge.

She opened up the fridge, grabbed two beer cans from the bottom shelf and closed the fridge. From behind the fridge, the killer jumped up and slashed her left foreleg.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH" Misty shrieked as her leg was slashed, she quickly threw the beer cans into the killers head and quickly made a run for it. The killer quickly bounced back and cut Misty on the back of her hind legs as she leapt over them. Misty fell onto the floor as her hooves failed. She quickly used her wings to take off towards the kitchen's exit.

The killer quickly raised their knife and threw it at Misty as she tried to escape. The knife struck Misty's right wing.

"AAH!" Misty screamed in pain before crashing to the Mess hall floor just outside the kitchen. She still had consciousness, and tried desperately to crawl away using the strength she had left.

"Ah....HELP ME! PLEASE! ANYPONY!!!" Misty cried out in desperation as she crawled along the floor. She made it halfway between the mess hall door and the kitchen, when a fabric covered hoof slammed down in front of her. She looked up with a look of terror at her attacker.

They had the body type of a mare, and were a pegasus. They wore a dark purple and black flight suit with yellow lenses, very similar to a Wonderbolt uniform. They stared down at Misty, smiling devilishly.

"Wha....Why are you doing this? What do you want?" Misty cried out in fear, tears streaming down her cheeks. The mysterious killer slowly walked behind Misty. She tried to crawl further, but suddenly, the killer grabbed her by the hair and violently lifted Misty's head off the floor.

Misty let out a grunt of pain. The killer leaned into Misty's ear and chuckled.

"I'm just having some fun." They said, their voice definitely feminine. Before Misty could say anything else, the killer rose the knife up to Misty's throat and slit across it. Misty let out a gargle of pain as blood began pouring from her throat wound. The killer threw down Misty's head to the ground and watched with admitted glee as the Wonderbolt twitched and let out choked sobs and cries as blood began to cover the floor.

Eventually, the color drained from Misty's face, and she stopped moving. The killer quickly moved and dragged her body back towards the kitchen.

"Only five left." she said to herself.