The things i do for love

A/N: alright, just gonna let you guys know, this stroy is gonna be filled with way more blood and gore than "My little werewolf", starting right now. this chapter is deffinatley not for the faint of heart. you have been warned. enjoy!

“I thou- wait what?” he said…. Funny shit. He actually thought I’d say no to that.

“I said we have a deal. I kill them, you bring her back, no tricks, no lies, nothing. I give you blood, you give me Dashie. Simple.” I said, extending my hand for a shake, which he took.

“Really now, I expected some more….”

“I swear to god, if you say it, I will kill you were you stand.” I knew what he was going to say. He was going to say he had expected more loyalty from me. You know how big of a dick move that would have been? No, you don’t, Because you didn’t have the very embodiment of it taken from you… I’m sorry, I get upset when I talk about that. Anyway….. Yeah. I took the deal. Go ahead and send me hate mail, do whatever, but I took the deal. You know why? Because I never got to tell her how I felt. How much I loved her. I never told you guys that before she died either. I was to scared to admit it…. To scared of any complications that might arise because of the whole species barrier, and because……. I never admitted it to myself. I never could… not until she was gone..

“Ahem.” oh, yeah.

“Alright then. I’ll find them, and kill them. You want their heads, hearts, or can I just go to town?” I asked. Full moons aren’t the only times I killed ponies at this point. I was a cold hearted killer now. You remember Rage and Reason? Yeah, well Reason’s dead. I lynched his ass a couple years ago.

“You can just go to town. I have my ways of knowing these things.” heh, I’m sure you do.

“Alright…. When and where do I meet you when I’m done?” I didn’t exactly expect him to just show up after I killed the fifth one and say ‘Hey! Here’s Rainbow Dash!’ and her to walk out and hug me or anything. In fact, I expected her to hate my guts. But that didn’t matter to me. I just wanted her to be alive. I could die happy knowing that.

Now I know how Spectrum felt.

“Where this all began.” he said as he disappeared. Way to be real fucking cliché Discord. Way to be cliché. I sighed and went to put on my armor. I hadn’t worn it since that day… but I had a feeling I’d need it. If I remember right, we’re over due for a full moon. This oughta be an interesting experience. I hadn’t seen any of the mane five since that day in the throne room. I tired to avoid things that reminded me of Rainbow, as they sent me spiraling into depression. Depression made me angry. You see where I’m goin’ with this? If not, look up the page a bit, you’ll figure it out. Anyway, as I put my armor back on, I couldn’t help but think of her… all the times we’d had, even though they weren’t that many… and how she died. Three years, and it was still fresh in my mind. How the other me had bashed her skull in. the coroner had told us she died of a broken neck…. Anyway, after I was done, I grabbed my sword and put it into it’s scabbard, on my belt, and put my shield on my forearm. I was ready to seriously fuck some bitches up, and I was gonna do it hardcore. Just then, I heard a knock at the door, and a familiar voice.

“Christian? Are you home? We’ve been really worried about you, and Celestia tells me you’re a dangerous monster, but that can’t be true…. Can it?”….. Twilight Sparkle. You know what they say, you cut the head of a snake, it dies faster then if you cut off it’s tail. At least I think that’s how it went. I’m not sure, but I don’t really care. I walked back downstairs and answered the door to see a very shocked looking Twilight. Probably because I hadn’t gotten a hair cut in almost two years, and because…. Yeah, you know. My hair grows faster than it used to.

“That answer your question, Twilight? Now, what do you want?” I asked, not exactly in the mood to chat. Why didn’t I kill her on the spot? Because, then ponies would see it. I’m a murderer, but I’m not a stupid one, I don’t kill anyone in plain sight. Not when I can help it, anyways.

“Oh! It’s you! You look so…. Different. Anyway, the girls and I are holding a memorial p-”

“No.” I knew where this was going. She wanted me to attend a memorial picnic or party or something for Dashie.

“Why not?”… was she really that thick? I mean really, I think it would be fairly obvious that I didn’t want to be around them, considering I’d been avoiding them for years…. But in this, I saw an opportunity.

“Why don’t you come inside, so we can discuss it in private. I really don’t like the locals knowing my private business.” I told her, which was true. Oh, shit, I didn’t explain my pad to you yet, did I? Well, it’s a cheap, two story hovel, run down as the shady motel you see in those movies where some dude takes a hooker he picked up, for whatever reason. The only furniture I owned was a bed, a couple chairs, a table, and a couch. I motioned for Twilight to sit in one of the chairs.

“So, why don’t you want to attend? It seems like you, of all people and ponies, would be the most inclined, as her death has hit you the hardest.” she said, as I stood behind her. She had no idea what was about to happen.

“Well, you see, there’s only one reason I don’t want to attend.” I said, stealthily approaching her chair until she was within reach.

“And what’s that?” she asked, not looking behind her….. Which would have saved her. It was witty one liner time. I put one hand over her mouth and grabbed her torso with the other.

“I hate reminders.”.. yeah. Witty, wasn’t it? Well, anyway, after I said that, I just kinda snapped her neck to the right as hard as I could, which came with the crunching sound of breaking bone… thing is, it didn’t kill her. How the fuck does that happen? I don’t know, but I could tell she was now having trouble breathing… I mean, her neck was twisted in a way no neck is meant to be twisted, so I guess not being able to breath was the least of her problems. I sighed and pulled out the dagger I kept strapped to my boot(you never know when you’ll need one of those man. Ya never know.) and knelt down next to her, looking at the fear, confusion, and hatred in her eyes. It was great.

“W-W-Why, Christian?”… hm, funny she should ask. I guess she deserves that much.

“Well, you see, I was recently offered a deal, by the only being I know of who can uphold their end of the bargain. the deal was, I kill you, Applejack, Fluttershy, Rarity, and Pinkie, and I get Dashie back, alive and well. Do you think I could turn down a deal like that? I mean, it’s one that means everything to me, at the price of five that mean absolutely nothing to me!” I told her with a laugh that, in all honesty, disturbed me… is it bad when that happens? I didn’t give her a chance to respond. I spun the dagger in my hand around so the tip was pointing up. “But, before I get her back, I have to get rid of you. And you know what that means.” I said, cutting a deep gouge in her side. If there could be any song playing in the background right now, the most appropriate song would be “3 A.M.” by Eminem. Yeah. She screamed in pain, but I ignored her as I cut her again. More screams, another cut. I flipped the dagger around again and began to stab her, again, and again, and again, and again, until there was a pool of blood on my floor so big a small fish could probably live in it…. She was still alive, but barely. “Jesus, how much does it take to kill you! Just fucking die, you damn bitch!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, stabbing her in the kidneys for about the third time. She was so far gone, she couldn’t even scream anymore. All she could do is whimper. I stood up and kicked her in the head, just to make her stop whimpering. It was getting annoying. I then knelt back down, cut her throat, and walked away. There was no way she could survive losing that much blood. No way in hell was she leaving my house alive. I put the dagger back in it’s sheath, and walked out the door, covered in blood, into the night. I was surrounded by guards who all had their swords drawn(they were all unicorns, so it makes sense.).

“Stop right there, you piece of trash! We heard screams coming from your residence, and now you leave it covered in blood. We’ve been trying to nail you for months, but there’s no escape this time, you murdering bastard!” well… that was quite the speech. I looked into the night sky, and saw that it was a full moon. Funny thing is, we’d had a full moon just two weeks prior.

“I have no intentions of simply escaping. I do, however, have every intention of walking away from this.”