The Dictators of Ponyville 3 The Rise Of The Shadows

Spike missed it, when the CMC ruled. He was actually one of the few ponies or dragon (in this case) who missed the old regime. He had never said it out loud to anypony, except for his friend's, and they told Spike that they agreed. They still served The Cutie Mark Crusaders military, but now they were nothing more but a defence of Equestria. Spike didn't mind, but he felt as tho, they lost a purpose that they fulfilled when the crusaders ruled. Spike was lost in deep thought as he continued driving away from Twilight's apartment and decided to drive around the city for a bit.

The moon was shining like a giant star, but up close. Spike smiled at the sight. He drove past Sugarcube Corner and remembered the times when the cafe looked like a normal cake house. He chuckled at the memories. He drove past what used to be the "poor" part of town, wich were only for the ponies who barely had anything because of the regime. He felt bad because of it, scaring some fillies and colts with the weapons his fellow soldier's carried and police officers. Spike couldn't help but feel disgusted as he remembered times he drove by, watching police officers arrest ponies who didn't even know what was going on, and to top it of, they most likely knew the innocence in those ponies but were corrupt.

Spike continued driving through the "poor" area and continued onwards towards his apartment. He drove into the parking lot and parked on the seventh floor and turned of the engine. He got out of the car and headed towards the entrance, into the apartment building. He headed for his apartment and unlocked the door and headed inside. He went to his kitchen and pulled out crime one of the cabinets, dragon whiskey. He drank the whiskey directly from the bottle, not caring how drunk he would get. He walked into the living room and got lost in aimless thought's.

He was rethinking the memories he had with the CMC and how demonic those voices sounded. He couldn't help but feel the same like Twilight, but this time wishing he could deny it. After working for a long time with them, he couldn't help but feel disappointed in his old leaders for giving up so easily. He continued to take long chugs of the whiskey.

Spike walked into his bedroom and looked under his small sized bed, and found what he was looking for. He took out a black brief case that contained a green tinted assault rifle, with a green tinted scope and purple tinted ammo cases. He smiled at the sight. If no one wanted the crusaders ruling then he would make it.

All of a sudden he felt immense pain from his back. He looked back to see who had stabbed him, and his eye's went wide. There was a large black pony that reminded Spike of some sort of ooze or something, and eye's pure white. The creature had stabbed Spike with some sort of sword shoot through the creatures chest. It was The Shadow Pony.

"I can not, and will not, allow you to create chaos before I have made my invasion!" Shadow Pony said, with hatred.

Spike felt himself lose consciousness and feel asleep, one where he would never wake up, except in the afterlife. Shadow Pony shoot back the sword piece of his chest and became black smoke and left the apartment with the dead Spike who was bleeding.

Shadow Pony then flew towards Pipsquek's apartment and glided through the front door, through the tiny gap. Shadow Pony saw Pipsquek watching TV alone, with no one else in the apartment. Shadow Pony took his hoof to his left side and pulled out a sword, that was crafted through pony spines, and a sharp shadow blade that would even make Grogar jealous. Pipsquek was still watching TV completely oblivious to what was happening. Shadow Pony took one swing, wich decapitated Pipsquek's head. The head rolled forward towards the TV and stopped when Shadow Pony picked it up and placed it on the table facing his own body.

Shadow Pony placed back his sword in his ooze body and became smoke and glided through the night towards Twistin's apartment. Twistin was already fast asleep and was in deep, deep sleep. Shadow Pony flew through the open window towards his room and took on his pony form. He looked at Twistin with malice and killed him quickly and painless with a killing spell. Shadow Pony laughed a bit evily and took of towards his last targets apartment, Rumble.

Rumble was still wide awake and was watching on his laptop the wonderbolts perform. He smiled widely hopping after he retired from the military if he could join the wonderbolts. Suddenly he heard something. He paused the video and listened deeply, after a few very long seconds he shrugged it of as a part of the video and continued. He watched for a good five seconds until he felt blood drip down from his belly. He looked down and saw a ooze like sword sticking out from his belly, with the hold of the sword looked like it was made out of pony spines. Rumble felt like throwing up but luckily couldn't. He looked at the hall were the sword was thrown from, he saw two pure white eye's looking at him with anger? Interest? He didn't know who this pony was. Then it hit him, it was the Shadow Pony! Then Rumble breathed his last breath and went into the afterlife.

Shadow Pony walked towards his sword and pulled it out. The body of Rumble stumbling into an weird angle. It was finally done, the four ponies who could defeat him were finally dead. Shadow Pony took his sword to his side and his ooze took it. He then flew towards the Everfree Forest and into his home of a cave.

He walked upwards towards his throne and sat down feeling as ever powerful. He smiled and let out a real villain laugh.

"Only three day's left, and no military buddies who actually could defeat me are dead. Let's see the chaos of tomorrow." Shadow Pony said, with happiness in his tone.