The things i do for love

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I could feel myself change. It had happened far to often for the pain that usually came with it to even phase me anymore. I could feel my bones shifting and growing, my teeth growing longer and sharper. I didn’t fall over, like I had the first few times, but instead I stood tall, towering over all of them. When I was done transforming, I grabbed the closest one by his head, and crushed it, his head popping like a damn grape, blood going everywhere. The others began to attack me, but very few of their strikes could get through my armor, and those that did felt like a mosquito bite. I simply stood there for a moment, letting them get a few hits in. When I grew tired of their persistence, I lashed out in a random direction, slicing through two of one of their legs, and cutting another one pretty deeply. I would have laughed if I could. This was fun. I then howled for a moment before grabbing a healthy one and biting his head off(Pony flesh is really fuckin’ tasty, let me tell ya), savoring the taste of his blood and flesh before throwing his corpse, knocking a few others over, which I instantly pounced on, clawing at them, ripping the flesh from their bones to the music of their screams. One of the ones that was still standing came up from behind, found a crack in my armor, and stabbed at it. It really fucking hurt. Have you ever been stabbed? In the shoulder? all the way through? Cuz if not, then you have no idea how loud I howled, and how pissed off I was. I turned on him, ripping the sword out of his magic(is that even physically possible? I mean, seriously, how does that work?) and clawed his face, cutting it deep, and getting his eye. Blood was spurting everywhere, and it was beautiful(at least I thought so. A few years of murder and being the only carnivore who can talk in a world of herbivores will give you that perspective.). He was screaming, yelling something about reinforcements, but there was nopony else around who could help him. Only me. And I ate his damn heart out. Have you ever eaten a heart before? They’re surprisingly delicious raw. Like good sushi. That just me? Alright then, this is awkward now. Anyway, they were all dead or gone now. Guts and blood were all over the ground, and I found an almost artistic look to it. Abstractly artistic, of course. It’s not like I saw the god damn Mona Lisa in a pile of corpses or anything like that, that’d just be crazy. I decided I should probably get the fuck outta dodge before more showed up. I was hurt pretty bad, and I didn’t think I could take another squad of guards. I ripped that sword out of my shoulder and started sprinting off into the night, not knowing where I was going, or where the others were. But I would find them eventually. I had to. I began thinking about how I could do something like this. Not the how as in a plan, but how as in how would I live with myself afterwards? How could I murder the ponies I idolized years before in cold blood? “Easy. You don’t live with yourself afterwards. you get her back, and then you blow your damn brains out. She'll probably hate your guts anyway.”. Yeah, Rage is still around. But just because Reason is dead doesn’t mean that he’s in control. He usually is, but I sometimes manage to come up for air, like right now. The one pony I can see myself being completely incapable of ending is Fluttershy… I mean, how could I do something like that to her? “Again, easy. You stop being a pussy and fuck that bitch up, man. Seriously, what the fuck do you want, a written invitation? Jesus.” ignore him, he’s just pissed of that he’s not in control right now. Anyway, I had been running through the forest for quite some time, when the sun began to rise. Not gonna lie, worst. Timing. Ever. You know why? Because I was pretty fucked up in beast form, and wounds get about twice as bad when you change back, so I was really fucked up now.

“God damn it! Where the hell is Fluttershy when you need her?” I asked no one in particular as I limped through the forest in no specific direction. Cuz that’s how I roll, hurt and in no set direction. Cuz I’m smart like that.

“H-Hello?”…. alright, that’s to convenient. I mean, seriously? What are the odds of me just running into Fluttershy when I need her? Slim to none, bro. but that seemed to have been enough.

“Fluttershy? That you?” I called out, looking around, but not being able to find her. Had she become a ninja since the last time I saw her? Maybe she finally became a tree.

“W-W-Who’s there?”… alright, now I’m just offended. I mean, how many people does she know? Seriously?

“It’s me, Christian! Where are you?” I didn’t really have any other choice at the time, considering I was beat to hell. Suddenly, she just kinda stepped out of the bushes… how long had she been there? Seriously, I think she’s a ninja now.

“I-I’m right he- oh dear! You’re hurt!” well no shit! I would have said that, but then I would have felt like a dick….. Oh god, I can’t do this.

“Yeah, I am. I’m hurt bad. Ya think you can help me?” god dude, I really need to start thinking shit through before I make deals. It seems to be getting me into quite a few jams lately.

“Well of course, just follow me.” she said, walking off in what seemed to be a random direction. I had no real choice in the matter, so I followed her, regretting more and more that deal I made. Why did I have to kill all of them? Why not just one? I mean, seriously dude, an eye for an eye, a pony for a pony, if they’re missing one, the elements of harmony are completely useless! Why couldn’t I just leave it at brutally murdering Twilight?*sigh* well….. I guess the shit just hit the fan for me, now didn’t it?