Chapters

Prologue
Chapter 1 - bloodshed
Chapter 2 - The rise of the Oak pack
Chapter 3 - infiltration

Prologue
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Bitter and Sweet.

Prologue

Prologue.

In a dark husk of my corner, that’s where I sit with the query notions. I’ve scarcely tugged from my footing. The sent of iron filled my chamber, the liquid staining the rocky sides and bars. The perception of the taste of expiration on the tip of my tongue, the turmoil sound the blaze forged lashed out at it’s holster, bounded by its fuel. It made the black lost souls that once was dance, mimicking the flame. The feeling was numb to me; all I was is just a jittery cold. There was a barred hole letting the winter engulf me. I had come to terms with it, though. I had deferred that I’ve been snatched from my people. A tiger in a zoo. I didn’t count the days I’ve been abandoned in this dungeon. I’ve lost track of my time here. Was it hours? Days? Weeks? Months. I didn’t know. But, there were things I did know. My sporadic heart was full of devastating wrath, with no room for pity or fear. Every visit to my dreams, anything related to that being brings me to such disdain that I bare within, compressed into my strength and devotion to eliminate the individual that made me feel unspeakable misery again. The bond between someone like me and another sapient being made me feel something that I haven’t adjusted to in a long, long time. Although, it had the same name as love, I held the feeling in a different light. As of a geriatric to it’s peer. How dare she take that one thing I hold deeply to my dismantled heart. How dare she take something so irreplaceable away from me as effortlessly as a decree. Hiding behind her loaded chips in her casino. Best believe I’m going all-in when the opportunity strikes. I may perish, I may be named a monster but, the life I take from this world will be brighter than this sun. Even if it was the symbol of darkness ruled. The symbol of a god has more dark shades than most, to the blackest black. She holds a torch in a sea of blackness. Her followers gape into the flame in awe; it's light concealing the cloud dusk around it, an illusion surrounded by the sea of her reality. Only the ones that see the bigger picture can uncover the mask she wears and truly sees the sly eye she stares with. A stare that only sees puppets and power she holds. Strings that plays with her pupils heads and litigations. As much as I hate her guts. I admire how effortlessly she’s manipulated them. I’m almost desirous of her command over her land. Maybe, just maybe. We could of gotten along with the darkness we have. Sanctioned the nation together. We have a lot of things in common. We’ve killed to protect vital information; we are the alpha in our own right, we rule over our people, we thrive for more power, and we want each other dead. But, we are slightly different. I’ve come from poverty and raised myself to the top of the food chain; she was born with regal blood. I kill to survive; she gets her lads to do the dirty work. I live a hard life; she lives a comfortable life.

“You look pathetic, monster.” A rough, deep voice spoke with superiority from the bar of my cell. Didn’t even hear the door open, must have been deep in my thoughts again. There was also muffled grunts and sobs were heard. I sighed, already knowing what this was about.

“You’ve been visiting way too often; I reckon you fancy me. Haha, Nah just kidding, you look old enough to be my arl fella.” I chuckled, which quickly turned into a painful cough that made my chest burn. God, I do look pathetic, though. I felt so weak. My arms and legs are left slender, losing my muscle after all my misery and suffering. I could hardly move any of my limbs what so ever.

“Your humour is wasted, monster.” He said in his sweet and gorgeous voice.

“Alright. Don’t get a cob on, grumpy arse.” I mocked, a smirk plastered on my face.

“Guess who I’ve retrieved today?” He said in his unamused voice. God, his voice is so sexy, if only he were human. Slowly, I levelled my head to face him, feeling the back of my neck reacts from moving after all this time spent just gazing at the cobbled floor. And there he was, Aloe, in all his golden armoured with a navy robe glory. He glared back defiantly with those big, yellow eyes of his. His pure white fur, neat yellow hair making him look like a true celestial. But, from where I stand, I see a empty shell. He seems almost lifeless. He’s done some shit in his time all for ‘the one, true ruler’ as they say—what a joke. Next to Aloe was a cream-yellow mare, crying before me, hemmed with a white, wet cloth over her eyes and muzzle. I knew this mare; Summer Seed was it? Yeah, I take her with me to far lands to discuss trades and information on my enemy. She was a hell of a trader, saving me bits and on top of that, allies. Too bad. She was probably raped and beaten before coming here if the sobs and marks on her said anything.

“You know, all this would stop if you had the sense of reason to comply with our commands. You wouldn’t have to see your loyal members die if you would stop being so stubborn and give us the information we need to stop this madness.” Aloe shouted, his tone getting more aggressive with each sentence. I didn’t pay attention, hell, the only words I caught out of that were ‘madness,’ mainly because it was the last word he said and because the madness he is talking about is all the robberies, vandalism, assaults on the royal guards we've been up to. I stared at the light, yellow mare, quite annoyed that she got nicked. Didn’t show it though, I mean, I can’t say anything. I got nicked as well.

“Summer Seed, you alright?” I said, getting up for the first time since I’ve been throw into this cell, I could barely stand, my legs were so skinny that I could see the bone, all my bones and joints click and crack as if I was breaking my bones. I saw her ears swivel towards my voice and stopped her mopping. Step by each slow step, I made my way to her. Reaching through the bars and lowing both her sheets down. She went wide-eyed from the sight of my slowly decaying body. Couldn’t blame her. I look like shit. Stripped of my clothes, even my underwear, my broken ribs were visible through the grey skin that I wore. I was starving. I could feel my stomach eating itself. I was that hungry. They haven't fed me at all. Just sent guards down to check on me now and then. I had blood running down through my body from rats taking a bite in my sleep, and guards just come now and then to have fun with there new punching bag, got raped as well, after he was finished with me, I did get revenge by ripping off his dick. No one tried doing that again. But, still, I smiled through the suffering I've endured. I kneeled down to the prone mare, and she shuffled closer to the iron bars, more tears starting to swell up.

“Mara, are you okay? What have they done to you?” she sobbed. I chuckled.

“What a dumb question. No, I feel like shit, I look like shit, and I haven't taken a shit in fucking ages. And for your other question, pretty much what they did to you just for longer.” I said, each work making her sob worse. I reached my hands through the iron bars to stroke her long pink hair when a shock of pain rushed through my wrist and instantly retreated my hand with and agonising growl and I felt blood spill.

“Don’t you fucking touch her, you bastard!” Summer Seed shouted at Aloe with rage, struggling against the chains she had on her hind legs. Aloe just stood there with the chains on hoof, and a whip in his yellow telekinesis.

“Calm down Summer; I don't want you dead just yet.” I spoke, ending her skirmish with my words.

“How- how can you be so calm? Everyone has been worried sick about you? It’s been a year since you’ve been gone! How the fuck have you not gone insane! How are you not-”

I placed a finger on her lips with a gentle hush that a mother would do to calm her child with a smile.

“Shh, its okay Summer. I’ll be okay. I’ve been broken long before I came here.” I said, moving my palm to the side of her cheeks to scratch the back of her ears with my disgusting skinny fingers. She didn’t seem to care, though, her heart rate lowered by the simple act.

“Tell me, how is The Firm doing? How’s Luna? Is she okay?” I murmured, feeling her head get closer?

“We’ve finally finished negotiations with the zebras; their tribe will help us.” She whispered back.

“That’s good news. How about luna? Is she okay?” I asked, feeling my warm smile widen just from saying her name.

“She's well, she is fully recovered and back on her hooves. She misses you dearly, Mara. She thinks your dead and wants to fight. Spitfire has taken good care of her. She has grown up much stronger than she was.” She said. Peace, I felt so light when she spoke those words. I felt a weight I never knew was there drop and for the first time in what felt like forever. I shed tears. Tears of joy.

“Brilliant, that’s sound.” I said, not knowing what else to say, wiping my tears with my arm, sniffing.

“Time is up, Mrs Summer Seed. Any last words?” Aloe said, dropping the whip and pulling out his long sword from his holster. Oh, yeah, the mare has a stallion and colt back at home, waiting for her. That reminds me of why she wanted to help. She wanted to protect her colt from the feared future. I remember how I doubted her capabilities she had to offer to The Firm and how she impressed me with flying fucking colours. The nicest fucking mare I know too. I looked at my shaky hand that was caked in blood. I wonder how many ponies are going to die because of me. I wonder.

Chapter 1 - bloodshed
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Bitter and Sweet.

Chapter 1 - bloodshed

Bitter and sweet

Chapter 1 - a strange new world.

Would you believe me if I said I am dead? If you said no, well, your only half right. Now, what if I said I was transported into a brand new world where ponies and mythical creatures roam the land? If you said no, your only half right again. If I told you that I was the wealthiest kid alive, would you believe me? Now, if you said yes, your bloody wrong! I fucking wish I was drowning in the money, ahem, I mean bits, which is the currency in this country called Equestria, dominated by a shit ton of ponies. Yeah, I know, ponies! Who would have guessed that ponies would one day turn around and tell you that they had enough of our shit and declared war upon all human then, somehow killing humanity off. Nah, I’m only joking. Humans would of fucking put a bullet through there heads and had them for a meal. To be fair though, these aren’t just any ordinary ponies to take likely. There are ponies with wings known as a pegasus, unicorns and just plain ass ponies. Ponies that have different structure to our horses too. shorter mussels, much shorter than our ponies, bigger eyes, more meaty legs. Get on this; their fucking colour stream is unreal. Have you ever seen a fucking pony with pink fur and hair.
At first, you should of seen me; my gob was bleedin touching the floor. Now keep everything that I said in mind, you would think that some twisted scientist went on a bender before creating these things. That isn’t even the mad part either. These fuckers are sapient, yeah, you heard me. Fucking sapient! They can think, talk, eat, sleep, piss and shit! If you don’t believe me, I don’t bloody blame ye; I would have laughed in your face then, laugh a bit more to piss you off for making dumb shit up and eventually pull a knife on ye and take all your money while I was at it. Unfortunately, folks, that's the situation I’m in.
I’m in a new world that I don’t belong. To be fair, I didn’t fit in much back in the past either. I was okay with that anyway. It’s not that I didn’t fit in as much, oh I can blend in if I wanted to back then but, it was more like I was being utilised. Trust was off and on; I could count the times my so-called friends did me dirty. I was too soft, never did redress them for the shit they put me through. I wish I could go back in time just to do that, a few shanks there and then until the guts are hanging out. Maybe life wouldn’t be that hard then. A few bodies to make my life a little easier would be worth a little stress off my shoulders. Yeah, that would be nice. I couldn’t believe how stupid I felt when it finally snapped into my head. It’s always the simple things that fly right by ye until it hits you that you’ve been doing everything wrong. It was almost hilarious how I missed all the signs, and I just took it like blades to my heart. It was so much easier just to kill them. It’s so laughable that when I think about it, I chuckle, like now.

With the night of day, where the moon is gracing the sky with its ominous light. I sat, almost deathly still on a red armchair just staring at the old roof of the living room, chuckling softly to myself with a big old smile on my face, feeling the ends of my mouth reach my cheeks, thinking back to the good old days. Nothing was amusing, but I do laugh at myself often. It’s funny how much I changed. A scared young pushover, to an embodiment of evil. It’s fucking hilarious. I put the small straw to my lips as I inhaled all them chemicals into my lungs and softly exhaled, leaving a trail of fog out my nostrils and mouth like a fantom river. It was satisfying to watch the gas leak out. Then, out of nowhere, I went back to laughing at my former self. Fuck me; I was such a runt. Smashing plates and glasses was heard from the other room, but I paid no interest. Tony and Vixen were probably looking for food. Doubt they will find anything considering they like meat above all else. The fire in the fireplace crackled and crackled with my mad fits of giggles. The light did catch my attention though; it's dancing shadows, it’s a powerful aura demanded its fuel. I smirked.

“Okay, okay I’m coming old friend.” I spoke to the fire, walking to the basket of chopped wood and fed it. Throwing chucks at it and watching it grow. I nodded to myself before standing back up on my two feet.

“Do you like the fire, little one?” I said, not looking away from the elegant dance. No one replied. That’s funny; I'm sure I'm not alone. I looked behind me to where the couch sits; a red colt sat still, wide-eyed and trembling. Still, I don't see why– oh, I know the problem, he’s still gagged, silly me. He should at least attempted to speak. Rude prick. I shuck my head and chuckled momentarily before lifting the white cloth from his mouth.

“Let me try that again, ay? Do you like the fire, little one?” I asked again, standing over the colt until my shadow covered him, a tooth grin gleaming showing my canines. He still didn’t reply; his jaw just malfunctioned as if he was going to speak, but his brain had a brain fart or some shit. I sighed before slapping his cheek, turning his head.

“Has your parents ever told you to speak when spoken too? Honestly, kids these days are bloody rude—no manners what so ever.” I tsked to the now crying colt. I plopped my small ass next to him, and he flinched closer to the arm of the couch while I rested my arms on the back of the sofa, leg over the other. I just looked at him as he stared back at me. I sighed. Talking to kids is like talking to a brick wall, I swear.

“What's your name, kid?” I asked, plain and simple. A question that he can answer easily. I waited, and waited– and waited. “Are you going to fucking answer or what? Cause I’m losing my patients with you!” I said darkly to the colt who seemed to freeze to my tone.

“kermis!” he blurted out, seemingly going stiff as if speaking his name would bring harm. I chuckled and took a pull of my ciggy.

“Kermis ay? I’m sure that’s the name of a village in the Netherlands. Why do you ponies have such fucking weird names? Doesn't it give you a headache just to remember mashed up words like, I remember there was a pony called Berry Punch, like, who the fucked thought putting berry and punch together would be the best name for this kid. Don't get me wrong; she knew how to have a good time; that’s why I let her off the hook. She’s a cool one but, honestly, why can’t they just be regular names like jack, James, Ellie, Sarah, like come on!” I ranted flailing my arms in annoyance just to cross my arms. I suddenly realised the kid was looking around the room desperately. My grin expanded, raising a brow. Should have guessed he’d look for a way out, they all do in a state of panic. Honestly, am I that scary? I know I’m not a pony and all, but still, I'm near enough their hight of a fully grown pony and much skinnier. You’d think I was much weaker than them. Oh well, not my fault they’re a bunch of bitches. I lifted my fist to my mouth and coughed lightly, making the ears of the colt to swivel towards me.

“Looking for something there, sonny Jim?” I asked brightly. Kermis’s head slowly turned to with such conflict in his eyes; I could see his eyes snap to the door behind me and back to me. It’s almost pitiful.

“Please–please let me go.” He whispered with a lump in his throat. I looked at him for a second before looking away and stared up at the ceiling once again, taking another pull and blowing the smoke in the colt's face, making him croak.

“No, not yet anyway. I must admit, I am feeling kinda peckish.” I saw him flinch and I turned to him with a devilish grin. “By any chance to you have meat in the kitchen?”

“N-no. We only eat-”

“Pick a hoof.” I said quickly before he went through the list of food he has in the kitchen.
“A- hoof?”

“Yeah. Pick a hoof; I'm hungry.” I rolled my eyes. Ah, there’s that face I’ve seen all my life, utter terror as he looked into my eyes.

“Please don’t do this, I don’t want to die! Please! Don’t!” He whaled, standing on all fours and slowly backing away. I sighed.

“I'm not going to kill you; I just want a piece of you. I’m being nice here, kid. I could pick for you if that makes you feel better? But one way or another, I’m getting a bite while your blood is still fresh.” I said, flattening the palms of my hands to my sides. More tears started to form, and he softly sobbed, his bloodshot eyes not leaving mine. I waited patiently for his tears to stop, aye, I know, what sort of evil person am I? Playing with small ponies like that is inhumane. Truth be told, I don’t really care what youse lot think anymore. I’m a free girl in an open world. These ponies want to see me as a monster. They've fucking got one. They chose what they wanted me to be, not me. Haha, to be fair, I wouldn’t want it any other way. Suddenly, something wet attacked the side of my face, I turned to see two green eyes staring back at me from on top of the chair's arm. Tony waggled his tail. I took a final pull from my ciggy before flicking it into the fire.

“Hiya buddy, finally finished raiding the kitchen I see.” I chirped, scratching under his chin and rubbing his head. His tail only got faster, oh Tony does love my attention. “Who’s a good boy? You are, yes, you are a good boy.” I rubbed roughly but he only leaned into it. Like a good boy.

“T-timber wolf!” The frightened sob came from the torn colt. An instant later, Tony’s fangs was displayed at the shaken colt with a low growl.

“Easy boy, take it easy lad. He ain’t doing nothing you daft twat.” I laughed, pushing him off of the side of the chair. As much as he loves the attention, he is also protective. Just like Vixen, he’s also protective but he doesn’t mind my attention. He’s more of a fat twat, eating anything that moves. Tony’s head swivelled and ears straightened to the kitchen as a momentary squeak echoed. In the doorway was Vixen with a twitching rat in his locked jaws, blood spilling like a delicious sauce. He wore a hungry smile that said how much he’s going to enjoy devouring the rat.

“Hiya boy, you gonna share that?” I asked. Vixen just looked blankly at me and a second later, dropped the rat. For a second, I thought he was about to share with Tony but how bloody stupid I was of believing Vixen had such an ability. Vixen put his oak paw on the red body of the rat and ripped off its head with a loud snap. He chowed down that mother fucker like there was no tomorrow, teeth tearing into flesh and bone. Tony gave of a low pitch moan, sniffing the meat hungrily. Vixen gave a gulp before looking up at me with a pleased look. I returned it with a stern look.

“Don’t even think about it.” I warned, levelling a finger at him. Vixen paused, looking at me then at
Tony. He gave an indignant huff before just leaving the rest of the rat there. Tony didn’t miss a beat as he snatched up the headless rat and nashed down violently. Vixen snorted as he just curled up on the couch, resting his chin on my lap. The glow in his eyes seemed fade as light breaths came from Vixen. Couldn’t blame the poor bastard. We haven’t slept, eaten or had a decent shelter over our heads. Watching Vixen snooze was making my eyes droopy. Then I remembered we had company next to us. The colt just sat there, trying to squeeze deeper into the couch. I was kinda surprised he didn’t try and run for it. That’s what everyone does when I get distracted. Hmm, fear maybe? Meh, lucky me. I mean, lucky him. Vixen and Tony here can reach speeds of 60 to 70 km/h. He would have been snagged up before he could get to the front door.

“You decided yet? I did say I am hungry. Make me wait, and I might get greedy.” I teased, which made the boy sweat more. Haha, watching these ponies squirm is generally funny and kinda cute.

“I don’t want to lose my hoof, please just let me go!” He begged like every other pony I devoured. Always whining, always praying. Can’t they take a bit of pain. Pussies.

“Alright, I'll make it easier for you, if you don’t choose what hoof I’m going to eat when I reach zero. I’ll pick for you. Okay? Okay. 3!” I said clearly, lifting three fingers up to show Kermis. He shuffled uneasily, knowing that one of his hooves is going to be gone forever.

“2!” one of my fingers going down, only showing two left. He went to lift a leg up but as quickly lowered it.

“1!” I said, my grin getting bigger and another finger falling. This is going to be the hardest choice he’s going to get. I wonder what one he will pick for me. Oooo, I do hope he picks his right hoof. Most of the population usually prefer the right hoof over their left. Just like people on my world. Fun fact, I found that out by getting hit too many times and ending up like the sister of fucking Igor. Looking back at it now, it’s a little funny. I had a swollen face and had a hunch. Present me is laughing at past me’s problem. Stupid past me.

I was about to finish my count down when he suddenly lifted his left hoof rapidly, looking down in his sobs. I smiled, it’s not his right hoof but, a-o, it is a hoof, can’t complain.

“Very well then lad.” I said, slowly manoeuvring myself so Vixen wouldn’t wake up and walked over to the colt. I looked into his eyes, and he looked back with such terror that I almost giggled. I took his hoof in my hand and my other in my back pocket.

“Listen closely, kid. This will really fucking hurt like a bitch. No like honestly, your arm is like fully going-“

With a quick, swift motion. I pulled out my kukri blade, and as fast as the speed of sound, I cut right through the bone and flesh and put it back in my back pocket. Nothing happened at first. The colt looked fleetly confused for a second as it looked like the blade just fazed right through with no harm. Then his face paled, and his mouth slowly opened in a silent scream. He pulled back his hoof- well, what was left of it as hot, red liquid rapidly flowing out like a sink. The pain struck him like thunder and a he screamed to the point that he lost his voice. I sat back down next to Vixen who was awake now from all the screaming.

“Aww, did the loud cunt wake you up? Aww, come here.” I said, plopping my ass back down next to Vixen who put his head back on my lap, eyeing up my pony leg. I bopped him on the nose which he sneezed soon after. The cute bastard. I look to the right where the colt clinched his severed hoof against his chest with his other hoof tightly, making more blood squirt out furiously. I whistled.

“You might want to keep that blood in mate, you have no idea how many people have died from loosing too much blood. It’s a killer.” I laughed at my dumb ass joke. A dad joke as you will. His eyes were pleading for mercy. His eyes told me he didn’t want to die. So, what I did was waved goodbye with the hoof in my hand with a big fuck off grin on my face before, taking a bite off his arm, the sweet blood, dripping from the edge of my mouth. I licked the nectar from my lips.

“I Must say, your blood is indeed fresh. Youngblood is always the best blood. Ay! Fuck off! That’s mine; you fat shit! You ate a bloody rat’s head! Prick!” I pushed Vixen’s head away from my meal. Tony, being the sneaky fucker he is, almost snagged it from the armchair.

“No, Tony! You can fuck off too, you shithouse!” I shouted, wrestling the two wood wolves. My piece of meat in the air while my other arm and foot were shoving the snouts of the two wolves. I tried to hold them off, but, they are some wriggly fuckers, and once they want something, they'll get it. They are just as stubborn as me. If not, more stubborn than me when they're hungry. Well, guess what? I’m hungry too, so I trump any living thing in this universe.

“Wait! Listen, boys! Do you hear that?” the wolves stopped their attack and listened, their ears picking up every little detail as such as the howling wind, the crickets, the crackling fire. It was peaceful. No screaming kid or anything. The two wolves glanced over to the colt. Well, how can I describe it… Well what can I say? He’s dead. His body went limp over the side of the chair; his eyes bloodshot and almost rolled to the back of his head, and blood covered the couch, floor, him, me and even on vixen. Doubt he cares though. His heart did not beat any longer. The two heads turned to look back at me.

“Well- go on. He’s all yours.” I said, nodding towards their meal. They seemed to smile happily, their tails wagging. They both nuzzled both sides of my cheek in gratitude and went over and dug into their feed. I did the same, impaling the meat with my fangs, scoffing my face with juicy fluid. Then, I facepalmed.

“Fuck! I forgot to ask him if he liked fire again. I wanted to look cool and wise before I killed him; God damn it. He would say yes; then I would laugh at him then, talk about a life lesson using the fire as an example, but then I fucked it up again. I always do that; I always get distracted by- oi! Vixen! What have I told you about sharing, fat fuck!.” I shouted with food still in my mouth. I sighed. Oh well, maybe next time. I looked around the living room and smiled a bit while chewing. Not a bad place, I do say so myself. It's a homey home. I would mind staying here for a few days. If I could, I would take this house to the Everfree forest with us but, life is never that easy with me. I stretched my arms up, seeing my double-jointed arms bend the opposite way a bit. I got up and had a little wonder around the room, taking nibbles of the arm there and then. On a cabinet, I did see a picture of the same lad smiling happily with a small grey filly and two older looking ponies. I stared at it for a good few seconds. A family ay? Haven’t had one of those in fucking year’s. Didn’t last long though, don’t really want to have another one. Fucking sucked, in my opinion, and if you say otherwise- well, you got issues. I tossed the picture from over my shoulder, hearing the glass break through the ripping flesh and blood gushing out from the colt. I opened the draw, to see keys, pen, pencils and oof sweets and a bag of bits! I put them mother fucker in my rucksack that hanged on the hangers where fancy-looking coats stood. There was also something that caught my eye, a golden ticket. A family ticket to Canterlot. A train ticket. My brow raised. It was dated for tomorrow. I could feel a grin form on my face as I took another bite, reaching the bone. I guess we are going on a trip.
I know what you must be thinking, who the fuck is the psycho bitch? Well, to be fair, I should of introduced myself at the start. My name is Ada, born and raised up in London, and I was a thieving cunt. The best. I had a whole gang around me, make me a vibrant girl for my age. But, the only problem I had was that I was soft. Took what I want and I left too many witnesses. The last time I stole anything was when I stole from a noble's mansion. He saw me, and I just ran. I should have slit his throat. The man sent all his men to the streets. He had heard about my crew, took one of my boys in, tortured him, and my boy told him everything. He told the nobleman where I lived, who my friends are, where my school is, everything. That's when my family was torn apart and my crew killed. I destroyed my family that day. That’s a burden I wear till this day. They should have never died because of me. I should have been more strict with my rules. No witness left alive. That will forever be a rule thanks for a certain someone. Luther, my somewhat like farther slash mentor. He gave me things that no other person could with a simple bite to my neck at the age of 15; my body has never grown up since. I became a blood-sucking monster that day. He taught me the ways of being a vampire.
The origin and theory of what we thought we knew about the vampires are wrong. It confirmed we suck the blood of mortals to live forever, and there is a rare few of us, but the sunlight does not affect us in ways of death, we prefer to eat meat raw and can eat other things like fruit and veg, but it's not common, and no, we can not turn into bats. We do have a superhuman, freakish strength and speed though, so, that’s pretty cool. Oh, also, I can manipulate blood by my will. Pretty cool ay? So, if you want to fuck with me, you're getting a blood sword up your arse. Luther did die sadly, caught sucking blood from a victim and was shot through the heart. That was when civilisation started to get creative with electricity in the natal stages of the industrialisation. The age where the legend of Jack the ripper was born. Haha, idiots. They thought I was a man. Gangs, crime, murder really came alive back then. Of course, I was all alone again. So I decided to build up a crew of thieving kids. Actually had feelings for one of them. Jacob was his name. A hotshot, bully he was, good at what he does too. After hundreds of year’s of my existence, he was my first kiss. In the end, though. I broke a rule, one of Luther’s rules. ‘Never tell anyone of our little secret’ he told me, and I ended up telling him anyway. He tried to kill me out of fear; he was never good at running away. He’s a fighter. He shot me; he shot me almost everywhere but my heart. It was agony. I killed him with my two hands. Haven’t had that feeling of love ever since. Never did tell anyone my secret either and for the ones that did found out, was killed and eaten. Now, in the modern day where technology was taken too the next level. I found it to be more- settled. War was common don’t get me wrong, but up in London, all there was were petty crime like homicide, gun and knife crime, robbery, drugs, small things like that. Not a special year really for me. Although, I did spice it up with relentless murder. For what you may ask? Cause I was bored. Plain and simple. A few hundred more year’s and I’ve suddenly just teleported here. Equestria. With a bunch of fucking talking horses. Yeah, I thought I fucking lost it or died in my sleep somehow, and yeah, I've just been surviving here ever since and made some powerful enemies while I’m at it. Fucking royalty.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Ah, the sound of a heartbeat. Not the colt’s, obviously. Not the wolves, they don’t have blood to push around their body. Not me, I’m already dead. So it must be the four ponies surrounding this building, and by the clanking of metal hitting one another, I'm guessing Luna’s night guards considering its still night time. They did not speak; they did not shutter a shaky breath. Did they know what to do, planned it through a scenario for when it came to the real thing. Possibly. Hoof language maybe? Either or, they really are prepared for me. Good. Now let’s see how prepared they are.
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Name - Night Shade.
Age - 26.
Date of birth - 26/11/2174.
Height - 4,3.
Rank - sergeant.
ID number – 1837392738.
Address - 23 luna’s lake village.
Personal statement – I am a motivated, adaptable and responsible Thestral looking to make the world a better place. Saving lives is what I want to do in this world, and I couldn't think of a better place to be than the royal night guard. I am well disciplined, loyal and focused on my task in hoof. I am a team player; I have the listening, communication skills to communicate with my squad to ensure our task is complete. I will gladly lay my life down for the good of pony kind.
Qualifications - planning and strategising, basic combat skills, basic first aid, leadership skills, navigation and tracking skills.
Education - public services level 1,2,3.
Employments - none.

The night time wind whispered to me as I took my position by the side of the front door frame, Lenora tweaking with the door’s lock with her gadget. Two other of my squad picking the back door, Thana and Silas. We were waiting for this moment for a while now. I always volunteered to patrol the streets of Ponyville. There is a monster that lives in the Everfree Forest and always comes to play at night. I thought I was prepared to face this monster; I was confident the beast couldn't even touch me in a one on one fight, but- I don’t think I could have been more wrong. The blood draining scream of a colt out of nowhere made my whole body still, and I suddenly felt fear, something I don’t think I’ve had for years. It made my stomach twist and turn, and my legs shaky. I wasn’t so confident then.
“Night Shade, do- do you think it- it is here? The Mara? The monster?” Lenora said with the telepathic spell that Luna placed on us for our mission, still fiddling with the lock, a nervous sweat down her brow. The Mara. a violent, ruthless, monster. The embodiment of raw evil. Theoretically, conspiracy theorists had speculated that the relentless killing began when the six-element holders defeated the Nightmare Moon's spirit. They have started to question whether the elements of harmony had eliminated or just segregated the spirit from our Princess Luna, and it has found a new body. No one has confirmed that the spirit died at all, so; it's possible that we’re dealing with the darkness that Luna was absorbed in. I clenched my teeth, and I went through my thoughts like skimming pages in a book.

“Night Shade? Are you okay?” Lenora asked, looking up with concern. It only occurred to me that she was finished with the door. I tensed of the thought of moving in.

“Yeah, just keep your eyes open.” I replied. “Thana, Silas? You in yet?” I said through my head. Only grunts and curses came back to me.

“No, sarg. Something is jamming the lock– wait, is that- is that blood I smell? Is that meat jammed in the lock?” Silas mentally shouted, a hint of horror in his tone. Lenora gasped, wide-eyed as she suddenly wasn’t sure she wanted to look inside.

“I- I think your right Night Shade, Mara is here.” Thana said, her cheerful self none existent.

“Okay, we all need to calm down, there is only one of her and four of us. We just need to keep it safe and slow. It’s obvious that it wants us all to come from the front, so, I want Silas on me and Thana to see if there is an unlocked window you can go through, search for the colt while you're at it, he could be still alive. Do not let your guard down at any point in your search.” There was no reply from the Thestral mare at first but reply with an unsure affirmative.

“Roger that.”

“Its okay Thana, just stick to your training. You are the most stealthiest out of all of us. Mara won’t know you are there. We will be the ones making the noise down here, so don't worry about yourself.” I said in a calm voice.

“Yeah, don't worry. Thana, you got this.” Silas ensured his closed friend.

“Okay, I got this. Yeah.” She said to herself, trying to sike herself up.

“Okay, don’t go in just yet, let us make ourselves known to Mara first then, search each room for Mara or the colt. Over and out.” I said with clear instructions. I turned my attention to the Lenora and Silas who just landed making his dark armour rattle.

“Right, when we make contact with the monster, kill on sight. I’m not risking anything. Got that?”

They both nodded and stud each side of the frame, there wing blades out and ready for a raid. I inhaled deeply and slowly let it out, feeling my heart sooth. All my thoughts and fears were compressed into the back of my brain. The only thing I had in my head was murder.

Slowly, I warily opened the door wide to be greeted a strong stench that was all too familiar smell. The crimson blood. It was overwhelming our senses, being a bat pony, I shamefully have a craving for blood but, the punishment for taking blood from anypony was too great to ignore. I shuck my head rapidly, trying to say away from the beast within me. I could tell Silas and Lenora was fighting the feral selves. I took my first step inside the slightly lit room and was instantly greeted with blood everywhere, the walls, the ceiling, floor, furniture. I almost stepped back out at the scene, hell, I almost lost my dinner. That feeling. Fear. It came back to haunt me. It was paralysing the sight. I wanted to rip my own eyes out just to unsee this horrific image that is painted in my mind.

“Night Shade, your shaking. What-” she sputtered, taking in the sensation from over my shoulder. Her eyes wide as plates and her hoof reaching her mouth as she gasped.

“Oh, no, no, no. The colt. The monster. It- it, fireplace.” She squeaked before turning and letting her dinner exit. I didn’t want to look; I really didn't want to look anywhere near the fireplace.

“What's the big idea, just go in, it’s just a little bit of— blood.” He trailed off, looking inside for a good long while before looking back at me then, Lenora.

“See— just a bit of blood. Nothing we can’t handle.” He said, voice shaky and in a higher pitch. It was clear that he was scared shitless, but, that did snap me out of my trauma a bit.

“R-right. Let’s go.” I said, trying to compose myself.

I took my second step into the building, wing blades on standby. I scanned the blood bath. Seeing nothing but blood, until it came to the fireplace. Above the fireplace was a picture frame. Not just a frame but nailed to the frame was not a picture. The colt hung lifelessly by a nail that impaled his skull. He was unrecognisable. Chunks of flesh ripped from his body; face mutilated and his left hoof was missing, and his eyes were missing. That was not the most disturbing part, either. It wore a bloody wicked smile, cut from a blade up to the cheeks. I gaped at it. What ever this entity was. This can’t be the spirit of Nightmare Moon, no, she had meaning to kill but this pony does this for fun. This pony just ate an innocent, helpless colt and hung him as a decoration for his mother and father to see when they walk in. Their son dismantled and dead. Just like that, the longer I gazed only fuelled the fire that burned inside of me. Every detail of Mara's harm to this colt was like gasoline to it, my body began to quiver, and my jaw rooted. When the final mento had been added to the coke inside of me, I exploded with anger.

“Mara!” I shouted with my voice, my rage reaching every inch of this house. That might have been stupid but, I don’t think I cared there and then. We had to be known to the monster anyways. What Mara did was unforgivable, pure evil. Like a response, the entrance where we just came in slammed shut, making Lenora spin instinctively in a battle stance, wings outstretched.

“What the hell? It’s locked!” Silas pulled against the door but to no prevail. Abruptly, something shattered in the next room, making all of us swivel our heads. Lenora’s ears pinned down.

“Night Shade, I don’t like this. I feel like we're being watched.” She said, in a quandary with her fear and duty. I closed my eyes in thought, blocking everything out. I went through every strategy and scenario that my training has taught me. It’s clear that I must clear the ground floor then, make our way up to the second floor where we know Mara is a hundred per cent is hiding. It uses fear tactics to raise out anxiety or to scare us off completely, meaning it’s not a fighter. It most likely that it will sneak up on us when our guard is down. It won’t fight us head-on, not even in a duel. We mustn’t split up at any moment. I trust Thana will not be seen and can hold her own with the swift speed she has. She might as well be the shadow of the night. Still, we must meet up as soon as possible. I’m not taking any chances with this monster. I finally opened my eyes with a calculated head.

“Listen closely, if we’re going to kill this motherfucker, we must not be separated at any cost. This bastard will try and pick us off one by one. Understood?” I telepathically said, to ensure that the monster isn’t listening. They both nodded, catching an intrepid sentiment I had.

“Right, let’s clear the ground floor then the first. Watch your back and don’t let your guard down for anything.” I reminded. Not looking for a retort, I turned and tensed my leather wings, ready to fling out at any shadow or movement.

I took my movements slowly, not giving my direction away. The musty smell of the kitchen that had been abandoned since the last meal filled my nose. It was to my surprise that it wasn’t from the previous meal but, the dinner table was neatly set up like a date was taken place. Rich cloth covered the smooth wooden table, a lit candle in the middle with two plates on each table's end. I cringed on what was on the plate. A chuck of the colts flesh was splattered with little care. It was dim and inviting but uninviting at the same time. It was such a change in an atmosphere that I looked back into the living room just to check that I didn’t suddenly just entered a parallel universe. I tried to keep my emotions under wrap; I couldn't let Mara win over my mentally state but, I could see what Lenora meant when she said something was watching us, waiting to drag me into the shadows. I walked around the island, keeping myself low and making sure to look over my shoulder continually. Lenora was doing the same, mirroring my moves from the other side. Silas stud on guard by the door, looking into the blood-caked room and up the stairs way.

“Well, I’ve found the source of the noise.” Lenora said, stepping over the obliterated plate.

“Its just mind games Lenora, don’t let all this get to you.” I said, and I could hear her breathing slow down. Out of nowhere, the room just got a little lighter, and a slow humming sound made me jump out my skin. Even Silas looked startled as he looked over to the noise. I turned to see a microwave cooking something red inside.

“How the fuck did it just turn on by its self? There’s no way it could of just turn on.” Silas said, a bit shaken up.

“Keep your eyes forward Silas, Lenora, clear the whole of the kitchen. I’ll sort this.” I said, moving towards the carefree microwave. When I got into touching distance, it ironically was finished with it's humming and started to beep. I opened the door; not liking whatever was in here by its crimson colour. I sighed in disgust as what was left off the colt’s leg was shoved inside. I closed the door back over; the smell of the cooking flesh makes my head go dizzy.

“Kitchen cleared.” Lenora said in our minds.

“Okay, let’s head up-”

“Hey, guys.” Silas said, sounding more terrified than I have ever heard him.

“What is it, Silas?” I replied, narrowing my brows a bit. His head slowly turned to face me, terror evident in his eyes.

“The- the body, it’s gone.” He stuttered, Slowly backing up towards me. “Night Shade, this is fucked. I can’t do this, I-” he stopped in his tracks. Body frozen in time in the walking motion.

“Hey, are you okay? Silas?” I said, but he didn’t answer, his eyes were dead set on what was through the door frame. “What's wrong Sil-”

“Sh!” He quickly silenced, now starting to jerk. I looked at Lenora who looked back. I nodded toward Silas, and she nodded back, slowly making her way over. I could see her carefully peek her head at the bottom half of the doorway, crouching down. Like a connection to Silas to Lenora, she went rigid, and her eyes dilated. Now that was worrying.

“Lenora? What’s going-”

“Shh!” I was silenced again. What? What are they looking at to make them freeze up like that? I really didn’t want to look considering if I freeze-up like them, Thana will be upstairs all alone. Speaking of Thana, shouldn’t she be done upstairs by now? Well, I guess you can't rush being sneaky.

“Thana, what’s your status? Over.” I asked. Nothing. “Thana, are you there?” still nothing. Nothing but the floorboards creaking, dust falling from the from up top. Somepony is definitely up there, and I can only hope it's Thana.

“Come on, you two. We need to assist Thana up-” I halted. I saw what they saw. I suddenly felt my blood drain as I felt cold. My body paralysed to the spot out of fear that if it caught me move; it would take a chase. I took a glance towards the fireplace to find that the body is indeed gone and now peeking from behind the couch; the left side socket glared back at us with that dead black eye and deformed face. It’s twisted smile forever painted into my memory. We waited, he waited. It was like the time it’s self waited too, only our thoughts in motion. How long we stud there, I wasn’t sure. Time passed me, and I must have forgotten to breathe.

“H-hey there buddy, a-are you okay?” Lenora said, putting on an apprehensive smile. I was about to tell Lenora to be quiet but, the colt, it nodded. Somehow, with the flesh missing, a nail through the head, eyes ripped out, he was still alive. The unimaginable pain he must feel with all he’s been through. He should be dead.

“Who did this to you?” I asked. His head seemed to move to my direction disturbingly. I gulped as now I was the centre of attention. Without warning and with unnatural speed, he went back from behind the couch, the wooden floor picking up the little scuttle of hooves, sounding like an insects taps. I shivered from the creepy behaviour. The colt shouldn’t even be alive never mind walking around on three legs.

“Silas, take him to the hospital as quickly as possible.” I asked, meeting his mortified eyes.

“What? Are you crazy! Did you just see him then? He should be dead but somehow alive, he’s never going to make it with the amount of blood he’s lost.” He blurted out as if I was a mad pony.

“Silas, please help this colt. He does not deserve to die in such a way. Please, try for him.” I pleaded. It’s not every day you see a commanding officer saying please to their squad member but, I’ve known Silas for a long time in the night guard. Didn’t start off in great terms either. A real hothead, all muscle but no brains, always looking down upon his teammates. I didn’t really like him. He’s the type of pony to get ponies killed because he won’t follow orders or take the mission seriously. One day, he thought he could win me in a spar and- well, he had no technique just brute force. He learned a thing or two that day. That same day, he sat down next to me at lunchtime. I think that’s when I started to see him in a different light. He admired me, and I considered him. Don’t get me wrong; I tell him off for not following orders and slacking off on patrols around Canterlot but, I can honestly say he’s a nice lad with a passion and bravery to help others in need. So, as I ask him to save a life, I could see his eyes soften.

“Okay, I get it. I'll see what I can do.” Silas said, calmer than he was. I nodded head towards before I noticed something out of place. It was a blood-covered print of some sort on the wooden floor, nothing I have never seen before. At the top of the print was five dots, all different sizes from left to right then, on the other print next to it it was right to left. The two bigger dots closed together when the strange figure walked. Below the dots was a bean looking shape. There are multiple of the bizarre-looking things, leading up the stairs like arrows to we’re Mara is. It finally hit me that whatever this thing was, it was no pony, and, it was waiting for us up the stairs.

The temperature dropped drastically when we followed the blood marks to the landing. The moonlight showed its beauty through the singular window at the bottom of the hallway where a cabinet is resting under the light with flowers and a picture frame. On each side were two doors, each having a name hanging. Kermis one was called, fuwie another was called. The third one was just mommy and daddy. It was quiet, too quiet for my liking. Rain, the wind, a creak of a floorboard, anything to fill this empty void of stillness and my nerves. Surely Thana should have encountered Mara by now. Now that I thought that in the silence made my heart sink. Did she make contact with Mara? What happened? Where is she? Did she win? Is she hurt? Is she— dead? A hoof touched my shoulder, making me spasm.

“She's going to be okay, trust her ability.” Lenora's soothing voice sent my thought flooding away; her been present next to me was like a bubble filled with peace and unity. I think it was always like that when we first met when I was just a colt. We were best friends in the school and college days. We did everything with each other. We hung out, played games, went to the festival; we sparred each other, we fought together, laughed together, cried together. She’s a special to me, always there when I need it most. I like her a lot. One day, I’ll ask her if she would want to be my special somepony… One day.

“You're right. Thank you, L-”

Our eyes departed from one another as the sound of a door slowly whining open. Movement could be heard from the far left room, where the door opened. Lenora and I took a stance, waiting for whoever to come out. Pained, Heavy breathing, a jagged step followed up with something sliding across the floor. It took me almost everything in my power to stay put and face whoever this is. Little by little, it got closer to the door. Eventually, a dark hoof was seen dragging itself from the door frame. I couldn’t tear my eyes from the scene that folded right in front of me. There was Thana, ripped of her armour, her mane loose and left covered in blood. She was crawling away in one hoof as the other was none existent. She was outright sobbing her heart out.

“Thana!” Lenora gasped looking absolutely beyond terror. Thana stopped her struggle to look at us with extreme affliction. Lenora left her spot beside me and went on a sprint towards her. Thana reached her hoof to her.

“Help.” She said no higher than a whisper. That was the last thing she said before she was getting dragged back in but, the door was slammed before her head and hoof could make it through. Thana started to choke violently as her bloodshot eyes dilated to pinpricks. The door was destroying her windpipe; she couldn't breathe. I suddenly found my legs and went on a mad sprint with Lenora. She Barged everything she had into the door, the door didn’t even budge a bit. The force pushing against was far greater. Even when we used our wings to push with our strength, it wouldn't move. What was pushing the door? A bloody bear? I slammed my body against the door, having the same result as Lenora. We both pushed with everything we have, but the pressure intensified. Thana’s face said it all; she was beyond fear. She couldn’t get a gust of air in her lungs. The only reason she hasn’t been decapitated yet is because of her hoof lodged in the door too. A devastating crunch was heard vibrated from Thana’s hoof. All she could give was a quiet scream as the bones in her hoof are being snapped in shards. Even worse, more strain is on her neck now, and she was helpless to help herself. She looked at me, her eyes watering up. She didn’t want to die. She had a filly and her special somepony at home, waiting to come back into their embrace. It was painful to watch her like this. She was a cheerful and humorous mare, always cracking jokes and always had that trademark smile on her face. I couldn’t think of a happier Thestral than Thana. She was the one that made us smile the most. I couldn’t ask for a better friend. Now that I see her in such a state, it makes me furious.

“On three, we give everything we’ve got!” I shouted through the struggle. Lenora nodded, eyes watery too. “Okay, on-”

“-e.” A mare’s voice finished for me. “Two!” the mare from the other side said in a sing song tone. Mara. That had to be Mara. But, she sounded so young. Thana tried to speak in panic. She didn’t say anything, but she didn't need too, she was desperate to get out.

“Three!”

“Three!” We both said at the same time. Crunch…! I think the entire world stopped at that minute to see what made that terribly awful sound. Gradually, my eyes saw the damage that was made. I just wanted to cry; I wanted to run away, I wanted to tear this whole house down until it was just rubble and most of all, I wanted to rip this creature in half. I trembled in peak hatred; My fangs gnashed, and my vision saw red. I was on the far side of mad. Thana, a guard, a friend and a mother of one died. Cause of death, decapitation by door.

Her blood covered me; her empty eyes looked distant and dull. She created a pool of blood beneath her like the red sea. I couldn't believe what I saw; I didn't want to believe what I saw. She’s dead—Thana, dead. I looked over to Lenora just in time to see her legs give out from under her. She must of fainted from the shock of seeing Thana die such a way. I was light-headed myself. I didn’t know what to do more. Laugh until this nightmare would wash away, scream until I had no voice, run to the other side of the world and curl up into a small ball or die trying to kill the one that did this to her. I went to lean on the door to support my shaky legs, little did I know that the door moved with effortless ease. It turns out both of Thana’s hind legs was carved off too, leaving the only hoof to crawl out. And it just watched her; it watched her bleed out. What lowlife pony would do that? How evil must she be. At least Nightmare Moon killed her enemies quickly. I slowly raised my head with such fury I felt my self snarl like a wild animal, growling primarily. And, there she was, a creature like no other I have ever seen, sitting on a chair in the middle of the room, the moonlight coming from behind it, giving a shadow to hide its identity. It wore a blood-stained black Hoodie with her hood up with some sort of black beak sticking out like a beak from a duck, no sleeves, expose to view a black shield like symptom with patterns around it like vines on one arm and a detailed skull of a creature he’s never seen with more vine like patterns on the other. Connected to the hood were two white strings hanging down its shoulders and had a two way pocket near its stomach. It also wore black coloured, baggy, long trousers that reached her black shoes that had some sort of white tick on the side of it. It leaned back on the chair, one leg over the other and arms crossed. From under the shadow of its hood were two red, fierce eyes, looking deep into my soul like the reaper.

“Sup, batboy.” She said mockingly. I got in my battle stance and let my fangs bare. Oh, I’m going to enjoy drinking all of her blood.

“You bastard, you killed her… You killed my friend!” I shouted, taking a heavy step forward, letting her know that I’m mad with rage, but, the mare didn't even wince. She just sat there like I wasn’t even here. Out of nowhere, in the corner of my eye, two woodland green orbs glowed and momentarily froze as a shape started to form from the shadows. First, it was a low, dark growl. Then, two rooted, slender legs stepped down from the comfort of the mattress. It’s body wrapped up in roots and sticks of oak. It only took me a second to realise that the beast was a timber wolf from the ancient Everfree. It walked across to stand in front of Mara, his daring eyes never leaving mine.

“Aye, I did. It was quite amusing seeing her try and sneak. She thought she could kill me while my back was turned but, I guess she didn’t see what I did downstairs. Oooo, speaking of downstairs, how did you like my display? Should of seen the look on your face, scared shitless you were.” She laughed, slapping her thigh hysterically. I growled as I wanted to wipe that smile off her face.

“The colt is alive; he's going to make it.” I said, my wings twitching in anger, but that seemed to make her laugh even harder.

“Oh, you’re a funny guy, you know that? Aww, I haven’t laughed like that in a long while.” She said, wiping a tear from her eye. “Anyway, it has been fun, not gonna lie. You did put on a show there. That’s why I’ll let you go but, your friend will die.” She said, pointing the finger at me, wait, not me, behind me. I turned my head rapidly to see Lenora unconscious and another timber wolf, it’s blood-soaked jaw ready to bite down on her neck. My fighting spirit instantly faded. I was too careless and left Lenora behind in a fit of rage. I did this to myself. I quickly turned towards the powerful being.

“Wait, not her, anything but her! Please!” I said, begging to this disgusting creature.

“Ohh? Do you plead for her life? And what do I get in return?” she leaned forward, seemingly interested. I blanked for a second and started to panic as I could see this going too many ways that could result in much more disastrous things in Equestria. Except one.

“Please, just kill me instead and let her go.” I shouted, feeling my heart race as I just set my time and date on a tombstone.

“Aww, how heroic. No, I decline.” She waved her hand. My heart stopped, and I felt my body temperature decrease.

“Just tell me what you want!” I exclaimed.

“There, now that wasn’t that hard to say now was it?” she said with the most delighted smile on her face.

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Ada.

Ponyville.

“Soooo, batboy, I never did catch your name. Well, I probably did but I must of forgotten with all-”

“Why do you care?” the bat pony said, glaring definitely.

“Well fuck you too then, I guess I’ll just call you batboy for now.” I said, one side of my cheek lifting. He gave an indicative huff.

“Its NightShade.” He mumbled.

“Aww, cute name. Really suits your look in all that dark armour and batponyness.” I said, strolling with my hands rested on the back of my head, taking slow but long steps, matching the pace that my temporary companion was going. We agreed to help me out for the life of her friend. Oh ponies, they're too easy to manipulate. I swear, I could run-up on a pony and command for all their bits otherwise I’ll jump off a cliff. The gullible bastard would probably give me all their bits and jump for me. The worse thing about that is, I don’t know if I’m exaggerating that or not. Ponies man, what goes through their head.

“Where is this place where we’re meant to be going anyway?” Night Shade said, looking away from me. Must be a shamed to talk to me. Oh, I can tell he hates me to the core. It’s taking him every ounce of will power to not lash out on me there and then considering were walking alone. Yeah, I left Tony in charge of Vixen, trusting that they will be good boys and watch Night Shade’s friend while she is unconscious, leaving the corpses of the two-night guard's and the colt’s body if they felt tempted to have a nice bite of Lenore was it? I’m sure that’s a shampoo brand back on earth. I’m sure there’s a connection between our two universes or something like that, I don’t know. I'm not no teacher's pet. You should off see his face when he saw his other buddy, Silas was it? Yeah, I think so. Silas’s throat was torn off by Vixen. Guess they didn’t check the kitchens cupboards. Now that’s the definition of a man look.

“Oh, why do you care?” I said, using his own words against him in a kiddish way. I may be a couple of thousands of year's old, doesn't stop me being a kid though. Where are my parents to tell me otherwise, huh? Yeah, thought so. He just sighed and stared at the gravel path we took to the location. He looks depressed, wonder why?

“Oh don’t be like that, you’ll get use to it. It will hurt at first but, you’ll get over it sooner or later so cheer up you miserable cunt.” I said, punching his shoulder making him flinch a bit.

“You expect me to take advice from a pony who just kill two of my crew and keeping another with hungry wolves. Who do you take me for? Don’t act all buddy-buddy with me you lowlife.” He said low and dangerously. I chuckled again. I know he hates it when I laugh at what he says. He hates that I’m not affected by what he’s saying. Little does he know, I’ve heard it all before. Oh, it really annoys the fuck out of him.

“Boo-hoo, get over it, fucking baby.” I shuck my head, a half smile on my face. It wasn’t long at all reaching the site. It was the most yummiest building I’ve ever seen. The roof was covered in mouth-watering chocolate and cream covering the edges, reminding me oddly of hot chocolate but as a ceiling. Sticking out the top was a cupcake… No, like, there’s a big ass cupcake just chilling with a window, looking like a Rapunzel’s castle. Oh, there’s also a figurine of a pony with a candy cane. Random as fuck but I rate the effort as one of the weirdest looking buildings I've ever come across.

“Welp, here we are Night Shade. Are you ready?” I said, looking up at the bizarre building. Night Shade looked up and was confused for a second.

“Why are we standing in front of Sugarcube Corner?” He asked with a deadpan expression. I huffed and crossed my arms.

“In that building is one of the most dangerous mortals you will ever face, ever!” I said in a tone that meant no joke. Night Shades eyes went wide by this claim.

“Th- the most dangerous mortal? What do you mean? Have you faced it? What does it look like?” He said, looking at the building with a new sense of dread.

“I have faced it and I barely made it out alive.” I said, feeling a sweat drip just from the memory of our encounter. “I can remember it as clear as day, it was actually when I first came to ponyville. It was night just like this one, I was checking my bearings of the village when I came across this building. It was the only one that stud out to me, you know, it being one big bloody candy store. I break in, as I do, and snuffed out the place, you know, shoving a shit ton of sweets in my bag when all of a sudden-“ I paused for dramatic affect. “There she was, just standing there with those large eyes. I know my are pretty creepy but holy fuck! Her eyes, it had something to them that I can’t explain. It’s a feeling that made me down right terrified. Despite that, I fought her. It was only a one sided fight. I couldn’t touch her, not a single blow. No, that’s a lie. I did get a good blow on her but, her body defied the law of physics. Her body was like rubber when she bounced off the wall with its tail, yeah, it’s fucking tail. And bounced back at me. I think that’s when I ran. I did take some of her candy and as much as the candy tasted amazing but, I never went back, until now.” I said, staring at the building, it was exhilarating. I couldn’t help but to smile with my fangs bare. “But now, I’m ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Why? What makes you sure that you can beat it now?” Night Shade asked.

“I was unprepared. At the time, I was so confident I could take on the monster with my bare hands. Now, I’m going to have a little more fun.” I giggled, reaching into my bag for a specific tool. The metal structure of a gun. When I pulled it out, it reflected the light. A 44. Round revolver. It was beautiful as the day I used it. I snapped out the cylinder and gently rolled it, showing 44. Rounds in the chamber. Lovely.

“What- what is that?” Night Shade said in awe. Taking in the beauty of my weapon. I just tapped the side of my nose, knowing that will piss him off. He just grunted. “Whatever.” I laughed.

After licking the door cause it looked tasty, I twisted the nob on the door; now, I was expecting the door to be locked but, the door opened effortlessly. It was like she was expecting me. Excellent. As I slowly opened the door, I took aim at every corner of the unlit candy store. I studied the room like an artist looking for a shape, colour, or anything out of place. Nothing but, one heartbeat from upstairs. It was her. I know it is. Her heartbeat has a higher pace than any other pony. Her heart is pushing blood around her body so fast that I doubt she's asleep. Somehow, she knew I was coming. I took a glance over to Night Shade who stud at the side of the door, peeking in.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this because you want sweets. You know if I get caught doing this with the likes of you, I might as well send myself to Tartarus.” He mumbled.

“Yeah, yeah, keep crying scrub. Just remember I have your girl with my little friends so, you better be prepared to give your life to me if you want to save her, that is if you are having second thoughts?” I asked. “Of-of course not. Let’s just get this over with.”

“That’s the spirit; now, Once you try them, though, you'll be glad you came with me.” I patted his dark blue hair. He shuck his head defiantly. I just stuck my tongue out. I took the first step into the leery area, landing on my trainers' side to reduce sound. I was on my guard, one hand pointing my revolver and my other in the my waist, resting against my kukri. I wanted to laugh on how wary I am. I have faced many things in my life. Gangs, wild animals, the military, hell, I’ve survived a bullet to the head, so, why does she all of a sudden get me on edge. Why has she called me on the defensive? I don't know but, if there's one thing, I do know, if my heart were working, it would be exhilarated with excitement.

Scanning around the room was more difficult than usual; my eyes would always glance to the sweetie goodness.

“Okay, the room is clear. Stuff all the sweets you can get your hands on and I’ll free your girlfriend.” I whispered.

“Girlfriend?” he asked, raising a brow. Oh, shit, yeah. Forgot I’m in pony land.

“Fillyfriend, marefriend, whatever you want to call it, mate.” I rolled my eyes. Oh, theirs that blush I’ve been waiting for.

“Sh-she not my mare friend. And I’m certainly not your mate.” He growled with that red tint.

“Oh, but you like her, do you not? Your heart rate picks up every time she’s near you, lover boy.” I teased. And now he’s gotten redder. I’m jealous; he's got blood that flows around his body, especially his cheeks. Lucky prick. He didn’t answer; he just walked away to the jars of sweets on the shelves. I shuck my head. Young love. Never gets old— get it? Young love? Never gets old? Go fuck yourself if you didn’t get it. Suddenly, a black figure in the corner of my eye moved with impressive speed. I spun my whole body towards it, the barrel being the first to meet the target. But, there was no target to be met. I took a step back from the area. This doesn’t make sense. There are two heartbeats, Night Shade who is with me, and the one upstairs. So, who’s this other third party, and why can't I hear it’s heartbeat? I don’t know why but, I wanted to laugh. The thrill of something being sneaking in the shadows with having no heartbeat has my finger twitching. If only I had a heart to feel the blood rushing through my veins. Another shadow passed again in the corner of my eye, making my whole body jolt to it. Nothing again.

“Hey, Night Shade, quick question. Have you ever killed someone?” I asked, Spotting another blur fly by. It seemed to hit him like a knife to his back. Never the less, he didn’t reply. “If so, that’s a good start, and if you haven't, it's about time you lost your kill virginity. You know, I remember when I lost my killing virginity. Some guy off the street, pissed off his head. It was easy picking for me but, because of alcohol was in his system, I got pissed off my head, and now I have a toxic relationship with whiskey- get it? Toxic, whisky? Whisky is intoxicating. No? Fuck you, then. All that build-up for a plain ass stare like that. Fuck you!” I sulked. It was only then that I felt an all-mighty force push against my back, my feet leaving the floor and into the shelves beside Night Shade, making a massive dent in the wall. Night Shade almost jumped out his armour before turning and going wide-eyed. If I had air running through my body, I would have been winded for sure. I smiled as I got up, wiping the fragments of the wall off. I turned to see a cloak fit enough for a pony with the hood up. Strangely enough, I can’t hear her or his heartbeat. Which only could mean one thing. She’s already dead like me.

“My, oh my, what do we have here?” I said, holstering my revolver into my jeans but my hand still on my back pocket.

“I'm impressed creature; you took a mare jab from me. Not bad for an undead monster.” She spoke.

“Impressed? It barely tickled me, love. And don’t act like I’m the only undead here.” I smirked.

“Undead?” I hear Night Shade whisper to himself, seeing the gears turn in his head.

“I have a few questions for you, Mara! I’ve watched you mess with the royal guards but, something’s just didn’t add up. The colt’s body you merrily killed just got up like a puppet. How did you do that? Did you turn on the microwave, how?” she commanded. I wanted to tell her like it was my master plan, I really did but, I need to keep the fact that I can manipulate blood a secret. That’s my secret weapon for tight situations. Instead, I just tapped the side of my nose with a shit-eating grin.

“Now that would be telling, wouldn’t it. No good telling my enemy my abilities before a fight.” I said, now gripping my blade. “Come on, Night Shade. Let’s get her.” I said, leaning forward a bit in an offensive stance. Night Shade was conflicted against the order but quickly didn’t needed to remind his situation he's in.

“Forgive me, whoever you are.” He said in a low, pained voice and he opened up his wings. She didn’t move, not even to take a stance. She just stared at us, and we stared back. It was intense not gonna lie. The mystery mare didn’t looked dazed at the least. It was electrifying. I wonder how this could get more exciting?

“Well, well, well, what’s going on down here? A party?” A cheerful, familiar girls voice said from the stair way, making all three of us turn. There she was, with two different shades of pink, sky blue eyes and that god damn smile. There’s no mistaken that smile.

“Well, well, well, look who got their lazy ass up. Isn’t that right pink pony.” I said, rotating my body a bit to face them both. A sweat dripped from Night Shade’s cheek and gulped.

“Now what?” Night Shade asked, not liking the situation he is in at all.

“It’s clear you are weak compared to us, take the sweets to the edge of the Everfree. Wait for me there and if I find out you’ve gone to save your marefriend. I’ll make sure to torture her right in front of you. Got that!” I commanded like a Sargent would speak to his troops. He slowed his breathing and looked at me in the eyes. He nodded and made his way to the door with the sack of goodies. I followed him to the door, blocking him from them.

“Hey! Is that my candy your stealing?” The pink pony’s cheerfulness now gone.

“Run.”

And that’s what he did. Off the hoof she took at step with, she displayed speed that no ordinary living being could expect. Good thing I’ve fought her before and I’m not a living being. I saw the strike as if it was in slow motion; the pink hoof was inches away from my head before I moved to the side, my fist meeting her shocked, rubber face. I put as much power as I could from my awkward angle, Making her fly back into the wall behind her. I wasn’t satisfied. I prefer feeling the fleshy bones crack beneath my fist. Not one second later, the cloaked mare was upon me from the side in a flash. Pain rushed through the side of my liver as I felt my body bend to the force. Got to hate them liver shots. I skidded across the floor, taking a knee while holding on to my side.

“I’m giving you one chance before I kill you right here and now.” The cloaked mare said, twisting her hoof just for a hidden blade to appear from the contraption she wore. “Leave this village and never come back.” She warned.

“No, no, I don't think I will. Nice looking blade though, I want it.” I smiled, wiping the blood from my hand and Getting up into a sprint, now pulling out the Kukri and went for a slash.

“Fool.” I heard her whisper, sidestepping my attack and parrying my fury of attacks with her blade as she stud on her hind legs. The clack from metal to metal, the spark it creates. You don’t know how beautiful it was as I watched it sparkle like a firework. I know I should take this duel seriously but, something about fighting to the death, the feeling of my flesh and blood being shed. It never gets old; I love it. I was born for this. I was born to kill everyone that stands in my way. It’s the way I am; it's the path I've taken. It’s too late to walk another path. I went for a side slash from the left but instead, rotated my body into a sidekick, catching the mare off guard. Kicking the slobber from her gob. But, before she went flying through the window where all the yummy cakes were on display and left on the streets. I snuffed off her hidden from her hoof.

“I’ll be taken this.” I said, meeting her wide eyed red eyes. Now that was satisfying, feeling her ribs crack from my kick was magnifico. I was too caught up on playing with my new toy on that I didn’t hear the the heartbeat of the pink pony from behind me. I couldn’t turn around fast enough to get a hoof planted right in my face. Before I was hit, I saw something dark within those eyes, Something far passed rage.

“You- you destroyed everything!” She shouted the rage before sending me into the same all I crashed in, making the dent even worse. My nose was bleeding and some point I had dropped both my kukri and the hidden blade. The pink pony didn’t stop there however, In an instant when I was getting up from my wreckage, her hind hoof met my chest in a super kick and the wall couldn’t take the force, me and the pink pony went through the wall and into the streets. I didn’t need to breathe but, the pain driving through my chest made me forcefully pant. My vision was hazy and I could taste blood again. A couple of meters away was the little pink demon standing there, her eyes hidden by the shadow. Unlike me, I was sprawled on my side, clutching my chest with one hand and trying to get up with the other. When I did eventually get up, I suddenly felt how heavy I was, how bloody I was from the blows and cuts. I could barely stop my legs from twitching. But still, I wore a smile. I want to keep fighting until one of us dies. So, I hopped side to side on my tiptoes and raised my fists like a boxer.

“Come get it if you think your hard enough!” I shouted and that was the moment when the pink pony came at me from the front and the cloaked mare somehow snuck on me from the back. The battle continued. This is gonna be fun.

Swiftly jumping back from the two heavy blows, I regained myself into a defensive stance, hopping slightly. Once they had the velocity going, they came at me once again with a flurry of hits. The two mares seemed to ignore one another as their main target was me. I didn’t mind that though, in fact, I think that made it more enjoyable.

Tracking each punch that came my way, I blocked and bobbed away from their assault. It wasn’t easy keeping up with their attacks but, I had times where got a good jab in or too but, would get punished by the other mare. I must admit, these two are pretty good. But not good enough. Crossing my arms, I took a combined punch by the two mares together, and I reeled back, skidding while leaving two lines in the dirt from my attempt to stop. I panted.

“Damn, you two are good. I’ve fired up now bitches.” I said, a demonic laugh coming from me as I charged to their surprise. Clinching my fists as I sprinted full acceleration towards the cloaked mare. She dodged my attack with ease, as I predicted, and so I used my momentum in my punch to stop instantly with my foot in the soil and using that power to sidekick the mare once again, which connected perfectly. That did leave me wide open for the pink mare, though; I turned my head just in time to see a pink hoof right in front of me; I barely moved my head fast enough to evade that attack; I could feel that power from the scratch of the cheek with that single blow. I can tell she is getting severe herself now.

“Your reaction time is impeccable; I was about to finish you off with that single blow.” She said with frustration. “I won’t miss next time.”

“Compliments will get you nowhere, pink pony! Come at me if you're not going to miss again.” I challenged, gesturing her to bring it. With a snarl, she zig-zag towards me. I got ready to dodge but, sensing someone behind me, I dodged early to escape the attack that came from above. The cloaked mare is back already? I put everything I had into that kick. Dismissing the thought, I was shocked once again by this pink mare’s speed as she was already up in my face, a smile nowhere to be seen. I think it dawned on me that this pony was holding back on me when we first fought. She is nothing like I fought back then. She didn’t take it seriously then but now…

An excruciating pain shot up into my left arm as my whole body arch to the blow as the pink pony hooked me from the side and sent me flying. I crashed through a solid, object as I lay in a heap of rubble. I think I blacked out for a second because, when I came to my senses, I didn’t know where I was. I was looking up at a sandpaperish ceiling and sweets scattered around the room. That’s when I realised that I just got knocked the fuck out for a few seconds. My smile crept onto my face as I got up on my two shaken feet, my left arm completely fuck as it is bending the way it shouldn’t. Through the smoke and dust, I could see the two mare standing side by side, looking through the hole I created in a posture.

“Is that all you got?” the pink mare grinned.

“Give up! It’s pointless to continue.” The other remarked. Sadly for them, that isn’t all I got, and I'm not giving up so easily. I step up through the hole, my arm dangling lifelessly.

“Those are my lines, fuckers.” I laughed madly, a smirk growing on my face. “Cause now; I'm pissed off.” I shouted before I went to charge but, the only difference is that I’m not having fun with them now, I’m gonna kill them.

Placing everything I have into my legs, my vision was a far until I felt the air slam against me as one moment, I was a few meters in front of them, then the next, I was in a crouch position, my fist inches away from connecting a uppercut. I was so quick that the pink mare’s eyes couldn't even track my movements. Before she knew it, I knocked her up above the buildings. I didn’t stop there. Before the cloaked mare could even turn her head to see what sent the mare flying. I followed the pick pony with the right amount of power and angle to meet her. Once I was near her, her eyes widen as her stomach met the heel of my shoe, making her spit saliva. Once she hit the ground, she formed a crater as particles raised, screening her body. For good measure, I followed her down with a war cry from me as my fist affiliated with the pink side of the mare’s rubbery cheek. Rubber or not, she is not getting up from that. She never stood a chance. Limping away from the crater, my available arm grasping my broken arm, and I looked around for the cloaked mare.

She was gone… Well, so I thought as soon as I felt pain rush through my back as my body went gliding across the floor. Looking back, there she was, and she looked shaken up. Good, looks like I made my point that I can’t be trifled with. With that being said, I’ve got a lot of fight left in me. Time to kill this motherfucker again. I stood up in a stance, and she was already upon me in an aerial attack; I took the blow by raising my arm above my head as her downward kick made my knees weak, and my feet buried from the impact. I Pushed her blow off as she somersaulted away, manoeuvring her body to land. I didn’t give her time to breathe as I charged her once again with a fury of quick and powerful jabs, making her grunt of pain with each thrust as she was now on the defensive. How the tables have changed.

“Do you realise how fucked you are, miss cloak mare?” I wryly laughed. “It's pitiful how both of you ganged up on me like that; I'd say you are too chicken shit to fight me alone.”

“One says such words because they believe they have won, but, that is your downfall.” She said through the painful grunts. I laughed at her comment. What? Does she really think she can beat me? A predator? She’s weak and frail. I’ll admit, the kick from me should have kept her down for good but, she managed to get back up. It might be the undead power she has, but... What the?

I could see it like it was in slow motion; as she stood on her two hind legs, she took a step back, and like an ancient technique from martial arts, she blocked my jab from the inside of my arm and with a liquid stir which stopped my impetus entirely. What? How! How could she block my attack with the quickness of my attacks? Not even that pink mare saw it coming. It should be invisible to the naked eye!

My thoughts were quite literally knocked out of me as I felt my power my jab wash away into the cloaked mare, and with a flexible movement, she twisted her body into a devastating Thai style kick into my chest. I could easily feel my ribs chip away as I felt the blood come from my mouth as I was sent flying once again. Making a dirt trail in my halt with my rolling body, I couldn’t help but heave blood from my internally bleeding body.

I look up to see the mare was right there in front of me, looking down at me. I smirked, not letting her see me in a weak state.

“Nice trick, I must admit. And that kick, damn!” I laughed weakly, hearing myself wheeze.

“You should have taken my offer; it wouldn’t have ended up like this.” She remarked dryly. “Any last words?” she asked before pulling out a blade from her cloak with magic. My smile grew.

“Yeah, I do. Do you want to see that ability you was so bothered by earlier? Do you want to see it?” I said coyly.

“It does not matter what it is; you're going to die for what you have done tonight.” She screamed as she thrusted down the blade.

“Too bad.” I sighed, and with a flick of my finger. All the blood that was spilt from my body suddenly projected itself into tiny, thin spikes that reached to the mare, who was startled by this bend in blood. She couldn’t dodge; she let her guard down. She couldn’t block; she was going to be impaled either way. All she could do is die.

The many spikes I made impaled her chest, stomach and neck as she gagged from being stabbed, her eyes wide, and blood trickled from her mouth. Her body seemed to quiver as if her will power would let her die again. I retracted my blood; her body fell to the ground with a hard thud. Twitches and a clogged throat indicated that she was still alive but, she won’t be getting up, ever. I deliberately aimed for her spinal cords. She should be paralysed for the rest of her life, if I'm correct. No point in killing her… Although… She could be a good snack.

“Well, mystery mare, it’s been fun. I hope I see you again; if you resurrect again, that is.” I laughed, gripping my revolver and aimed in between her eyes. She tried to speak, but the fluids in her throat obstructed her speech. “Bye-bye, pony.” I pulled the trigger and blood-splattered the floor behind her, her body finally going limp and still… Well, that’s what I wanted to happen.

When I pulled the trigger, a stone ricocheted off my barrel, interfering with the projectiles target. The bullet landing into the soil, a millimetre away from her head. I looked at the direction where the rock came from to find that there was another cloaked pony, dashing towards me. I dashed back as the pony punched and kicked me enough, so I was a few meters away from the cloaked mare. Once, the other cloaked pony was near the almost dead pony. The pony, threw a black smoke bomb on the ground where black clouds engulfed them both.

“Oh no, you fucking don't.” I shouted as I ran into the cloud of darkness, pulling the trigger one more time into the black smoke to get lucky. I Swished my arms to uncover them, but as the cloud depletes. There was nothing but a puddle of blood. “Fuck!” I screamed with fury. Motherfucker just stole my kill! Bastard! Prick! Fuckin… Ahhhh! I looked around frequently for her saving grace as I felt lava boil up within. I forced myself to calm down. It’s okay. This isn’t a loss. I’ve smacked up the pink pony and the cloaked mare. I’ll take the victory here. Speaking of the pink mare.

I walked over to the basin to find the pony had disappeared. Just my fucking luck. Now I have at least three witnesses. Fucking fuck! I sighed, stroking my fringe from the inside of the hood. I wonder how this could get worse… Actually, I take that back. I shouldn’t have thought that fuck sake! Now, something shitty will happen. I looked around frankly to see if the stereotype would come true. I waited a couple of seconds before relaxing my shoulders. Uh... Okay? Nothing has happened. must be me being a dumb fuck, I guess. Now to collect my prize.

I walked back into the recked sweet shop and looked for that cool looking blade that mare had. It was one of the hidden blade contraptions that comes out when you twist your wrist. I’ve seen it in a game before, and fucking hell; I loved it. I want to feel like an assassin. A blade in plain sight. Ah, there it is, right next to my curved blade. Come to mama!

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Night Shade.

Everfree.

At the top of the Everfree’s hill, it was easy to see the elegant sight of dawn rise like a sunflower. As beautiful as it may be, nothing could distract me from my thoughts. So many horrible things have happened; it was hard to keep my head straight. The murder of the colt, the murder of my team, the culprit behind it. It makes me sick how she sounds so young and does such evil deeds. Mara isn’t the first to commit murder but, by far, this was the most relentless. I need to know what goes through that fillies head. I need to know how she can just murder without hesitation as easy as breathing. It’s mad. She’s mad. Well, I guess I can’t judge. I don’t know her history, her race or anything for that matter, I mean, I don’t even know her real name. We call her Mara because in the old alicorn language the two sisters once spoke, Mara meant Night Reaper. A Night Reaper was a rebellious group wanted to overthrow the former princess and prince from their thrown. Not much was told of their history other than they hid in the shadows and stole, killed at night for the bits they needed to trade with the Griffins and minotaur for weapons, armour and supplies. The reason we call her Mara is because she wears a hood to cover her identity as the Night Reapers did. That’s the only thing that connects them both, which isn't a lot to go off of what she actually is. She looks like a skinny minotaur with no horns. Who knows, it actually might be a female minotaur with a twisted mind, I haven’t seen her face or body because of her weird looking clothes and hood, and that honestly terrifies me. Undead. Is what her that cloaked mare said is true? Is Mara dead? Then, how is it that she’s alive. To be honest, I didn’t want to know, but for information on the enemy sake, I have to know.

I don’t know how long it took when thunderous booms echoed and the wind seemed to stop, as if it was listening itself. I stud from the tree line in wonder of the new monsters roar. A few minutes of looking and a figure merged from fading shadows of the ponyville’s alleyway. I could only see a sleeveless black form, limping and holding her left arm as her crimson blood dripped from her wounds. She was covered in it, and somehow, I could still imagine her smile through it all. Yet again, this might be my chance to take revenge for Thana. For Silas. This might be the greatest chance I’ll get to take down one of the evilest creatures to walk Equestria. I can not mess this up; I'll wait till she turns her back then I’ll cut off her head then, save Lenora.

“Yo, Night Shade. I guess you're not as dumb as you look. For some reason, I thought you would've ditched me for your mare friend.” She tried to laugh but, coughs of blood interrupted. “Oh dear, looks like I’ve overdone it again. I guess I’ll never learn. That’s okay, though.” She said, taking a knee right in front of me now. I could feel my hooves tremble. When was the time to strike? When she looked away? No, that’s too risky. Her reaction time is tremendous if that dodge from that pink pony was anything to go by. When she was comfortable, letting her guard down. Yeah, that could do the trick. Maybe when her back is turned. Yes! That’ll be perfect.

“No, I couldn’t risk it. I trust you’re a mare of your word.” I said, giving her a hoof. She looked at it sceptically before she met my eyes from under that hood. From under that black hood was a filly with a small snout, little red eyes and a smile with teeth that can rip through flesh like butter. She didn’t only look young, but she was young. That brings me back to the question as to how did she become such a killer.

“Well, well, trying to get in my good books, ay?” She chuckled as she took my hoof, wrapping her arms around my barrel, and I barely contain a smile as I come one step closer. All I need to do is keep building trust then…

“And no, I’m not a mare of my word.” She uttered into my ear. I stopped in my tracks and was about to pull away but, an unbearable pain shot up where her hand was wrapped around my neck. I suddenly felt cold as my blood drain rapidly. “Who do you take me for? You hated me from the very start. It was obvious that you were going to kill me when I was at my weakest.” Mara said. Slowly, removing her palm as well as her blade. “To be fair, though, I never intended to keep our deal. Your marefriend is probably ripped to shreds by now.” My eyes went wide.

“You- you what!” I shouted, blood dripping from my mouth as my jaw clenched, teeth cracking with the absolute fury I felt building up within my soul.

“That’s right. I never planned to keep her or you alive. You ponies are so pathetic. Did you really think I’d keep you alive? I have a rule. The most important rule of them all.” For the first time, the filly lifted her hood up to revile her dirt brown mane and red, devil eyes. She had no fur, but cream coloured skin. She leaned closer to my ear and whispered the most haunting thing. “No. Witnesses.” And with that, I felt nothing. My vision went black as the last thing I saw was Mara’s, no, the cloak mare’s hidden blade was pushed into my skull.

-=-

Ada.

Edge of the Everfree forest.

Night Shade’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he drew his last breath and went limp as my new toy left his skull as the sweet juice flows out like a waterfall. Poor bastard, he only wanted revenge. Oh well. I limped my way towards the tree trunk and sat against it where the slick grass met my ass, taking out a packet of ciggies and counting how many she has left. Two left.

“Well, shit, better save one of you for a special occasion, in the meantime, I start making my own.” I muttered, taking one out, held the Orange bit with my lips and lit the other end with a lighter. I took a long and steady pull of my stress relief before took it out and put my index finger and thumb in my mouth and whistled. After that, I just sat back and looked at the raising sun. Nothing new seeing the sunrise majestically but, it is a nice view, I guess. It took my mind off the pain where my body was full of cuts and where my broken bones pleaded to be attended too, My ribs especially. I could imagine I look like a corpse. I was caked in blood, and I could barely moved except when my chest raised than went back down when I inhaled the chemicals. Not too long later when I could see the peak of the sun, Tony and Vixen were in sight, dragging two sacks of what I could smell was meat. I smiled. The two bags looked nearly full, enough to feed a pack. When they were close enough to see detail, they were delighted with the new remains. I don’t know how long we sat there, me nodding off in and out of consciousness, Tony licking my wounds and Vixen just curled up against me as I softly stroke his back. I rubber behind the ears of Tony who is merely leaning into with his tongue hanging out. Not a bad night if I do say so myself, tons of meat that can last us a week or so, I’ve been acquainted with a new enemy, and now I've got a new blade that I only thought was fiction from a video game until now. I am ashamed to say that I didn’t manage to kill the pink pony, the pink pony or the cloaked Mare. The pink pony is just simply immortal, and the cloaked mare got away before I completed the final blow. I took my final pull of my ciggy and flicked it away. That was when I heard the scream of a mare’s voice in the centre of Ponyville. I took that as the signal too get my ass moving. I got up on my one good leg and hobbled on over to Night Shade’s dead body. I grabbed him by the hoof with the sweets in the other and me, Tony and Vixen walked off into the Everfree Forest with our prizes and grins on our faces.

-=-

Detective Brown.

Canterlot.

The dirt brown stallion rose like the undead, feeling his head twist and veer uncontrollably. How much did I drink last night? He thought, feeling a wad of vomit threaten to spill. He held his stomach as he gave up on getting up and flopped his head back on the pillow, covering his brown eyes from the turning room. He felt like shit.

“Celestia, damn it. With all that is holy, just put me out of my misery.” He muttered, a spike of merit coming from his words. He didn’t want to get up; he would stay in bed all day if it weren't for the fact that he had to be available at all time and not drowning in alcohol every night. His job was limited and downright tedious. He couldn’t think of a time he actually enjoyed his career. It went as far as find out who took the cookie out the cookie jar. Detective brown hated to say it but, he hoped somepony would just dropped dead to have that bit rush in his life. Might be one of the best things that could happen in his career. Headliner, Detective Brown solves the murder behind such and such. Is that too much to ask for. He rolled over on his side as he felt last nights snacks raise from his throat. He hurled into a bucket beside the bed. He moaned as his head went limp from the side of the bed. He just lazily looked into the bucket and wondered why there was blood mixed with his vomit. He didn’t know why; he also didn't care. He also didn’t mind himself to a half-empty of bottle whisky. Getting to his hooves and stumbling to his bathroom, he leaned his head over the toilet seat and processed to eject more vomit, spitting out the aftertaste on the tip of his tongue. He stayed there until there was a knocking on the door.

“Who the fuck is knocking on my door at this time?” he sputtered before looking to where the clocked was on the wall that read 2 o’clock. No wonder Celestia’s sun is shining brightly through my window. He sighed and tried to fix himself in the mirror before wobbling to the door.

“Who is it?” I spoke near the door. “If it’s Cloud Dusk, fuck off back to the café, I’ll meet you there in a bit.”

“It’s the Celestial guardsmen; Princess Celestia has summoned you. She requires your abilities, detective Brown.” A make disciplined voice replied. “ Its urgent.” Princess Celestia? What does she want? Urgent? Highly unlikely. Their just saying that to get his lazy ass out off bed. Well obviously to solve some sort of petty crime against Equestria of course. Why would she want to check up on little old me? He softly banged his head on the door and sighed.

“Just fuck off.” He moaned under his voice. “Can't be bothered anymore.”

“Detective Brown, what was that?”

“I said, fuck off! give me a second to get my shit!” he shouted back angrily. The guard didn’t reply, which was Brown’s queue to do just that. Fucking royalty, giving me shitty investigations. I don’t get paid enough for this. He thought darkly, not bothering to wash or do his teeth, just putting on his trousers, white shirt and a tanned trench coat that was just scattered around in his two-roomed house, the bathroom and his bedroom. He didn’t even have a kitchen so he would have to go out to get something to eat at the local restaurants. It was the cheapest building he could afford and what a shit hole it was. With being half ready to go, he opened the door to be greeted by two stallions and one mare, all covered in golden armour. Detective Brown was escorted to a chariot where they took off.

“Here, this is pacific orders from Princess Celestia.” The mare shouted through the wind, sitting across from him and handed over a rolled-up scroll with a red ribbon and a seal. “I’ll be accompanying you.”

“Great, do you know where we are going?” the Detective shouted back.

“Yes, we are going to Ponyville. Don’t bother asking us anything else, that’s all we know.” She shrugged. Brown just sighed and glanced away to spy at Ponyville in the distance.

“Ponyville ay? I’m starting to think that crime evolves around that little village. I’m sick of visiting this place.” The brown stallion murmured, raising a hoof to his cheek in boredom. “It's frustrating to know that I'm going back there, why can’t somepony else violate the law somewhere else?”

“To be honest, Princess Celestia looked angry about the note she received like; I’ve never seen before.” That made Brown’s ear twitch.

“Anger, huh? Something must of really got to her. Most likely her personal student. Celestia knows what her and the rest of the element bearers get up to these days. Maybe another monster attack from the Everfree and they just need me to substantiate the area. Never anything serious.” He said lazily, yawning as he pulled the unfinished whisky from his coat. “I'm starting to think that I've made the wrong choice joining the SCU, nothing of the significance happens so, what’s the point?” The mare just sighed and looked onwards to their destination.

“Always negative, aren’t you, detective.” She said disappointedly. “Would it hurt to be a little positive than drinking on duty?”

“Should know me by now, Cherry Hill. I’ll be negative until something positive happens.” I said speaking her name, which made Cherry Hill to look back to him.

“You know not to use my full name while on duty.” Cherry Hill pouted. “Its unprofessional.”

“Are you really going by that rule? What’s the point? You’re no secret agent or specialist, just a plain guard. Sure, for disciplinary reasons but, I’ve known you since we were in school. Theirs no need for this formal shit.” Brown turned back to Cherry Hill.

“I take my job damn seriously, Detective.” She snapped. “I have to take my job seriously.”

“And why would that might be, Cherry Hill? To protect Equestia? From what? War? We haven’t had a war in centuries. To die with honour? I’d rather die with nothing to my name than serve her. Your job is pointless. Conflict will never happen as long as the world is in harmony.” Brown said harshly.

“I am not saying conflict will happen, but, that doesn’t excuse the fact that war can happen at any point in my life. And when that does happen, I'll be there for my country.” She stomped her armoured hoof. “Maybe if you took your job seriously, maybe you’d-”

“Detective Brown, Lance Hill. Enough!” a stallion next to Cherry commanded. His name was Oscar. He was leading commander and a ex-marefriend of cherry red mare ironically enough. Cherry Hill just snarled as she just looked away from the both of them. Brown looked to the unknown pony that just watched in silence. He was a lightly shaded stallion with a white mane and half-lit blue eyes.

“What's your story, kid? Decided to put some armour on one day and called yourself a royal guard?” Brown asked scorn in his tone. The young buck seemed to wake up by the question and looked around goofily.

“Huh? What?” he faltered.

“Ay yigh yigh.” Brown face-hoofed. “If war did actually happen, I’d be surprised if we won.” Brown chuckled half-heartedly.

“My name is Heartburn, and I joined because I want to serve and protect my country. I want to travel around the world and meet new friends. I joined because-”

“Why are you speaking to me as if I was the interviewer. Now, tell me the real reason why you joined the military.” The Detective intruded. The young buck looked nervous and twiddled with his hooves.

“I-I joined because of my friends. They all wanted to join the Royal guards, and I didn't want to be left out.” He mumbled unsurely. The detective pointed at hoof at Heartburn and looked at Cherry Hill with a deadpan expression. She just rolled her eyes and said nothing. The rest of the ride there was in silence. Detective Brown just sat back and felt the howling breeze brush his mane, and he closed his eyes while drinking sips of his bottle. He was asleep when he had landed only to be woken when he felt her bottle move.

“Ay!” He shouted as he pressed tightly on the bottle, refusing to release the bottle. “Fuck off!”

“You know it’s bad to drink.” Cherry Hill’s voice said as Brown tried to regain his focus.

“Yeah? Well fuck you too then.” The detective yawned, rubbing his eyes. “We their yet?” Brown asked, but no reply came, but the chatter of ponies and hooves trotting gave him the indication that he made it to his destination. Slowly, he opened his eyes and leaned upon his seat. His eyes widened a little as he took in his surroundings. Royal guards were among the citizens of Ponyville, asking questions and had a sharp eye out. What the hell happened here? The detective thought as everypony looked more slum than their usually are. It put her spine on end.

“What the hell is going on?” Cherry Hill repeated his thought, stepping down off the carrier. “Ive never seen so many royal guards in one spot.”

“The reason I’m here I’m guessing. How serious is it that a platoon of royal guards has been deployed.” Brown asked mostly to himself in wonder. “A better question yet, where is the SCU?” Then, it only came to him that this was something serious. It’s been a while since he felt the ends of his mouth rose into an excited smile. For once in his career, he was excited to solve a crime. In the corner of his eye, he saw a glint of purple armour that a white stallion wore, and he was walking straight for them with two other guards.

“Am I correct that you are Detective Brown?” the leading stallion asked.

“It is, and your captain Shining armour, correct?” the detective replied. The captain was shocked before a smirk showed.

“That’s correct, but how did you know? We’ve never met.”

“I got your name from one of Princess Celestia’s conversation, not to mention you’re the brother of an element bearer.” The detective shrugged.

“I see, I’ll have to talk with Celestia about leaking information like that around. No matter, that’s not important at the moment.” Shining armour’s expression turns grim. “Follow us.” He said, turning without another word and walked off to a destination. The detective couldn’t help but feel eager to get to it. When they finally made it, the surrounding area was surrounded by ponies with cameras being held back by a wall of guards. Shouting questions and taking snapshots of the doorway. It was chaotic. Other than that, there was a small, colourful group of ponies and a little reptilian drake; standing to one side. It was all new to the detective and so thrilling.

“I must go now; I need to take care off… Personal matters.” Shining armour sighed as he looked off to the small group of colourful ponies.

“That’s fine, I understand.” The detective muttered as he made his way into the commotion with Cherry Hill on his tail.

“Do we have the identity of the pony who could have done this?”

“What about the victim? What is his or her condition?”

“Why is it that the royal guard have been sanctioned to deploy at ponyville? Where is the SCU?”

With the questions piling up, the detective’s grin grew as he and Cherry Hill pushed and shoved through the crowd. Detective Brown didn’t know if he should feel ashamed that this scene was making him feel alive. Who knows? This could be systematic, and there will be more cases like the one he’s approaching. His hopes of something like murder, sexual offence, public order offences, slavery or drug offences. He wanted Any of them to start something within this tedious world. He couldn’t imagine how it couldn’t. One crime could incite another to follow in its hoof steps. But, that could only happen if…

“Is- is that blood?” Cherry Hill gasped, holding a hoof to her mouth in shock. That knocked detective Brown out of his thoughts and looked up to find the bodily fluid. There it was, that crimson colour I haven’t seen in a long time. The colour that pillaged the frame of the door like a stain. How relentless must it have been to be shot up to the millimetre wide crack between the door and the frame. It would have to be a flood of blood in there. What are the odds? Maybe it was a hit and run from the doorway? Maybe. He’d need to see more to get the bigger picture. When they both made it to the front of the crowd, he immediately flashed the SCU badge from his inner pocket. The guard squinted at the badge before he gave them the all-clear with a nod of his head. Now that he had room to breathe, he smiled at the scene before him.

“Finally, something he can work with.” He muttered quietly to himself, looking deep into the living room of hell. The none existent eyes are looking back with a smile of its own, Practically begging him to come inside.

Chapter 2 - The rise of the Oak pack
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Bitter and Sweet.

Chapter 2 - The rise of the Oak pack

Bitter and Sweet – chapter 2.

Ada.

Everfree forest.

“3, 2, 1, jump!” I cheered, sprinting with my wooden friends until me, Tony and Vixen lunged off of an estimate of about 300 to 350-meter waterfall, almost naked like the day I was born, if you Count my neckless. Well, I say ‘jumped’ but, not to toot my horn, I did a backflip spin thing, my legs and arms outwards in a free fall. All three of us howled as we let our bodies fly. It’s always fun closing your eyes and letting your body fall; not knowing when you're about to hit the surface of the water—sucks when you go belly first. Oh My God, it fucking sucks. That stomach pain you feel after fucking kills. I rather get shot between the eyes, at least I wouldn’t feel anything when I resurrect. Luckily, I landed feet first into the decently sized lake with two other splashes. I laughed and waved to the two wolves under the water who waved back with their paws, their ends of the mouths edging up in a smile. Vixen had his wooden like tongue sticking out. Such a cute fat bastard. We all reached the surface of the lake, and Vixen had a fish in his jaws before digesting it. I laughed With a mischievous grin on my face.

“Are youse thinking of what I’m thinking?” I asked, raising my fists from the water. They nodded, and before I could reply, they both doggy paddled at me. I giggled. How am I supposed to take these two seriously when there being too damn cute. Shit. That might be my weakness. I can't resist their cuteness! AHHH! They both jumped out of the water as they both landed on each side of my chest. We were sending me back under the water where we three play-fought under the water. I must say, trying to punch underwater is a good work out. I could actually feel my arms burning. Considering I don’t need oxygen, I could stay underwater all I liked, but these two made the mistake of taking the fight were their mobility was limited, unlike me. We both had a stare-off, red mist smoking the once clear water. Mostly the blood of our victims but mine was there too. I took the blood to my advantage as a think red mist crossed in between us like a cloud. That’s when I swam more deeper into the lake until I was right underneath them. They looked shocked, circling to try and find me. I let the confusion go on for a few seconds more before I smiled. I used all the power I could to swim-upwards, making a current of my trail before grabbing them onto my shoulders and with the speed I have, I leapt out the lake, a few meters up. You should of seen their faces before I had them by their throats and slammed them back in on our way back down. Priceless. Let’s just say they weren't happy when they saw me laughing uncontrollably at them.

“O-oh my God! Hahaha, your faces! Hahaha.” I cried out, actual tears coming out. Tony wasn’t happy; he wasn't having any of it. He wasn’t done. Before I knew what happened, I was greeted to what felt like a jet wash in my face. I recoiled back into the water for a second before I came back to the surface with an annoyed glare. The two wolves smirked, and we all shuck on a draw even though I clearly won the battle. They're lucky I love them. Looking to the shore where I saw my camp, a little oak pup was tapping his paw into the water uneasily, seeing if the water would drag her in. I smiled at the little pup. Sarah is what I called her. Found her all by herself when ponies and a dragon killed her pack. It was unfortunate, their pack were starving, and once they sore the chance, they took it but, didn’t succeed. Broke my heart it did. Fuck ponies and that dragon in particular. So yeah, we took her into our pack and Tony and Vixen has been teaching her the way of the wolf. It’s cute in a gay way. Two fathers looking after their young. Or brothers, either-or, they're cute. I admire how settled they were with her. Usually, wolves from other packs joining other packs are rare, and if that did happen, the outsider would be treated like dirt. So, I’m proud of them in a way. My smile extended. Quickly, I shot underwater and slowly swam over to the edge of the lake, deep enough, so a shade is seen from the surface where Sarah was. Sarah looked curious as she looked down at the shadow, her head tilted. That was my queue to pounce out and scare the living shit out of her. It dawned on the pup that something was coming at her quickly. I popped my head out with loud…

“BOO!”

The pup recoiled back as she tumbled back, looking to run away at any time but, once she saw it was just me, her tailed wagged.

“Come here, Sarah. Come on.” I said, opening my arms wide open for her as she jumped on my chest, her claws digging into my flesh but, I’m used to it as Tony and Vixen cut me from time to time by accident or so I think it is anyway. Oddly enough, it’s always when I end up pissing one of them off. Hmm, odd indeed. I held her against my chest as Sarah licked my cheek relentlessly as I kicked my way over to Tony and Vixen, who looked relaxed when floating on their backs. Time to ruin that. I held her from under her front legs in the air.

“And a one, and a two, and a three!” I said in a sing-song tone before throwing Sarah in the air where Tony and Vixen where. I laughed as Sarah landed on Vixen as they both struggled.

“Youse two know what to do, teach Sarah how to swim. After that, we are having pony meat for tea.” I said, swimming back to shore. I heard the two wolves huff, and I giggled as I could imagine Vixen giving me the finger behind my back. Sitting on the edge of the lake, my whole body exposed, I attended to my wounds as I started to chow down some meat, watching as my skin overlap my wounds slowly. Until I made sure that all my injuries were closed, I dipped my body back in the lake, watching in satisfaction as the red blood wash away. Then, I made my way over to a boxed container where I pulled some shampoo out with a towel and spray, where I got them from did I hear you ask? Some white posh bitch’s dress shop. Nicked all her bathroom shit. I might be an insane bitch but, I’ve got my standards of looking and smelling good. Once that was done with my hair and body, I looked up to see Sarah on Tony’s snout, keeping her above the water while she builds confidence swimming. I could just about see her move her little legs. Great, now I have three cute bastards. My weakness indeed. I chuckled to myself as I took hold of my clothes that I’ve been wearing since I’ve come to Equestria. My black tank hoodie, a redshirt that branded a bird with some sort of leaf in its mouth, black jeans, black socks, black cap, black Nike shoes, black knickers and bra. Bet you can’t guess my favourite colour. Once I was done cleaning as much of the mud and blood off as possible, I pinned them down on a thin cord and left them to dry in the sunshine. So, I waited and watched Tony, Vixen, and Sarah get along while I sit on a log by a used campfire, the smell black charcoal evident as smoke rises from it like a genie coming out a magical kettle or whatever he came out off. I looked up to the Everfree’s trees, which I really don’t do enough of. The trees, in a way, are the only thing I can relate with. These trees haven’t got a heart to beat or have an ounce of magic within them. Their presence alone has a devilish appearance in the dark but, in the ray of the sun, it is so mystical and obsolete, it might as well be as old as me. Plus, it’s a part of nature. As much as I am a evil bitch, I’ve always loved nature. The air I use to breathe, so refreshing. the feel of the tree’s bark, so rough and vital. the scent of flowers, blooming in the sun, the sight of watching little critters playing natures roles. You don’t understand how many times I’ve walked around the Everfree just to get lost in the moment and quite literally lost. But, I love it, so it doesn’t matter. The Everfree forest is quite an unusual place too. You see, the waterfall I jumped off of wasn’t just any other cliff but, a floor. If I go deeper into the Everfree, there will be another cliff A.K.A, another floor that goes deeper into the more ancient base of the Everfree, were even darker monsters roam, even more, ferrous than myself. I know this because, that’s where I came from, where I started. Also, on each floor, the trees are much bigger with each floor that goes down, so the tree line at the top is flat, giving it an illusion that the forest is entirely straight from a birds-eye view. It’s one of the many mysteries in this woodland. Frenetic splashing snapped me out of my trans as I looked over to the disturbance. Sarah was slapping both of her paws against the water, which did keep her up, but she was also made waves. She does look happy doing so, so, I'll let her have her moment. I couldn’t hide a smile from the faces of the two annoyed-looking wolves that battled against her mighty waves of destruction.

“Go on, Sarah! Keep paddling girl. You got this!” I stood up and cheered, blowing a whistle in support. They grow up so fast. An idea popped in my head, and I quickly rushed into my rucksack, looking for a specific tool.

“Kukri, nope. Bag of bits, nope. Oooo, chocolate bar, but, nope.” I muttered to myself, brushing aside the many things in my bag. “Ah, there you are!” I said, pulling out my iPhone. Pressing the white button and swiped up at the bottom of the screen, multiple options popped up. One being the brightness tab and the other being the volume. It also showed the battery percentage, which was all fucked up. Something is glitched about it, keeps spasming this random punctuation. It’s fucked but, it hasn’t died yet so, my guess is that it’s running on an unlimited power supply for some reason ever since I got here. Yay, too bad theirs no satellite thingy majiggy, would have been on my data doing streaks. Anyway, I pressed the symbol of a camera, and my whole screen went black for a second before I could see Sarah paddle violently through the phone. Quickly, I switched it to video mode and pressed the red button, which made the counter start.

“Look at my baby girl; she's learning to swim! Fucking go on, Sarah! Wooo!” I cheered enthusiastically, seeing the pup turn to smile to the camera. “Come on, Sarah. Come to Ada!” I said, making a gesture to come to me for the camera. It took her a while for her to get to me but, with a few more words of encouragement, she finally made it. I ended it there and went back to photo mode where I took a selfie with a wet puppy, licking my cheek. I kissed the top of her forehead before I put her back down. Fucking cutest wolf out of the lot of them by a milestone. Instead of following me back to my log, she turned back around and landed on the face of Vixen who was just about to get out. I couldn’t hold a chuckle in as they both went back in. Fuck by a milestone, in the fucking multiverse. Tony seemed to giggle at Vixen’s distress before heading over to me and waggled his tail, grabbing his dark green dog bowl on the way. I reached into the gore-filled bag and pulled out a decently sized chunk of flesh. He sat patiently, and his tailed waggled faster when he spotted the meat. Tony placed the bowl beside me, and I plopped it in. He was about to dig in.

“Ah, ah, wait for Vixen and Sarah so we can eat together.” I interrupted, his fangs inches away. He moaned before he barked at Vixen. Allow me to translate.

“Vixen! You fat shit, get your ass over here so we can have our scran, you fucking mut!” Tony barked, clearly aggravated by his halt. When Vixen had a moment on the surface, he barked back.

“What the fuck do you think I’m trying to do, knobhead! I’ve got this little shit in my case twenty-four fucking seven. Why don’t you take her under your paw for five fucking seconds, you prick!” he backed with a snarl.

“Fuck that! Who the fuck do you think I am? Kylie fucking Cantrall! I’m not having it!” Tony shuck his head with another bark.

“If this gay relationship is going to work, Tony! You’ve got to take responsibility of our child too, you fat neek!” Vixen said, right before being drowned by Sarah again.

“Oh, fine! Sarah! Get your sorry ass over her before I get the belt!” Tony barked. With Sarah hearing Tony say ‘belt’; she made a u-turn and paddled her ass back to shore.

“Fuck you!” Vixen howled, taking a second to breathe.

“Fuck you too, hun!” Tony howled back. God, my translations are on point today. Once everyone was around the unlit campfire, we all dug into our meals like there was no tomorrow. While I was stuffing my face with the colts meaty leg that I didn’t finish off, I went on the iTunes and onto my playlist. I pressed the shuffle button, and I immediately kicked back to the beat. Lemonade by internet money. Fucking banger. My body seemed to move on its own with the lyrics and flow, bobbing my head and muttering the verses. But, when it came to the chorus, I couldn’t help but imagine that I was at a carrieoke and sung with an imaginary microphone. All three wooden wolves looked up from their meals as they watched me sing and dance, bare in mind that I’m bloody naked but, I didn’t feel the need to cover myself up, even with the ink markings around my body, I don’t see any wolves wooing me up. Once I finished, I did a little bow as the three wolves howled the approval. I was about to sit back down when another banger came on, Rainfall by Stormzy. I haven’t heard this tune in ages. I stopped in my tracks; my grin expanded as the beat was heard. Oh, I’m going to be here for awhile.

-=-

After I had my moment and eaten the rest of the colt’s leg, I finally put my black clothing back on. Not because it was chilly or anything, I’m as cold as it gets, y’know, being dead and all. It’s because I felt naked without them. Haha, funny girl aren’t I. As I put the last piece of clothing on my head, I looked over myself, admiring the tattoos on my arms. On my left arm was a detailed, black Liverbird. Underneath it was lyrics of its anthem. On my right, was a meticulous black skull with octopus-like tentacles up and down my full arm. I have more tattoos but, don’t fancy showing them off. Suddenly, a howling was announced as it came from the cliff. I sighed and looked up from the lake to the ray of the sun.

“That time already? That was quick.” I muttered. I crossed my arms and looked at the surrounding timberwolves expectedly on the edge of the cliff, looking down with their obstinate green stares, their snarls heard. Their bickering seemed to vanish as they looked over to the much bigger wolf that stood in the middle of the pack, looking down to me with disdain.

“Ada.” The wooden dire wolf spoke with a deep, old voice compared to the oldest tree. “It is good to see you well, my daughter.”

“Dryad. I would lie and say its nice to meet you again buddy old pal, but, let's be honest here; I think I would prefer shitting out bricks than listen to what you have to say.” I said, frowning at my leader, believe it or not. Dryad didn’t acknowledge my insult, hearing it all before. “Are you here to take Tony and Vixen? Why?” I mulled over.

“It has come to my attention that some of the Gulf Pack have been lurking beyond our boards, scoping the surrounding facility of our den. I have decided to rally my pack for the unpredictable predicament.” The old-timer announced in a defending posture. “Lark, Jed. My sons, it’s time to go.” Dryad addressed to my two companies. They both winced by the names being said, and their ears pinned down. They both looked at me at the same time, and I huffed.

“Sorry boys, you heard the old bastard.” I said, crouching down and scratching behind their ears. Didn’t improve their mood though. “Go on, off you go.” I said, Stepping aside as they walked passed, Occasionally glancing back to meet my eyes. I just smiled and waved. I glanced back to Dryad.

“For the record, it’s Tony and Vixen.” I said with a smirk, trying to rial him up for the sake of being him. Ooh, it looks like I've got a big bite.

“As their father, their names are not yours to play with. It’s my right and responsibility to suit them with names known in the depths of the Everfree.” He stomped his giant paw in annoyance. “My title as alpha is known; you'll do better to know who your leader is.”

“Yeah, yeah, let their names be known to the whole of the Everfree and all that lovely shit. Your forgetting who you're talking too aren't you, old-timer. I may have joined your pack but, don’t tell me what I can and can’t say or do. We all know who kicked who’s ass.” I shouted, making sure that all the wolves heard my claim, spreading my arms wide. Dryad scoffed.

“Insolent She-wolf, you know the law of the pack, and you know it damn well. My word is final and if you defy my word, I’ll-”

“You’ll what? Kill me, banish me, feed me to your goons? We can go for round two if you like?” I challenged. “Or maybe your gutlessness way will show for once, and ill have to fight you and the pack.”

“Enough! Ada, with my words, I hold meaning. Why must we fuss over meaningless accusations.” The alpha asserted, saying different phrases for the same significance. “Our bond is as weak as a tree’s switch, imagine the chemistry between two almighty forces. We would be undeniably unstoppable. No pack or entity would dare cross our path.”

“I won’t deny that fact, Dryad. But, the problem is I want the title of Alpha. It’s not my fault that you have what I want.” I stated simply. “So, be a good wolf and step down and I promise, I’ll lead this pack for greatness. That’s all I could want.”

“This pack is barely living!” Dryad shouted. “I’d love nothing more to meet that same future but, with our position in the food chain, we might as well being eating grass by the next season.” He growled as the thought of the shameful act, fuelled his frustration.

“That’s why you need me!” I shouted back, equal frustration in my tone. “I have had a crew before, I've been there, I've done that. I’ve lead my crew into riches and fame for being one of the most wanted melancholic crews from the west of London. I was a big deal back in the day. My opps didn’t disturb and I had no paigons. I. Was. Feared.” I said, spelling it out for him.

“Yes, you are feared. I fear that you’ll drive my family into something of your past, I fear my sons and daughters will be sacrificed for your schemes, I fear that one day you will take my role by force to do as you will. Ada, you’re the reason I can’t sleep at night. I will never let you take the title of Alpha and I’ll take that to my grave.”

“In that case, I’ll make a mental note to piss on your grave, gramps.” I laughed. He just growled as he took my bait. Suddenly, Sarah’s puppy barks was heard, interrupting our stare off.

“Why is that pup still here? I told you to get rid of her.” He growled. Sarah stopped and pinned her ears down as she was now centre of attention. She quickly turned and swam back to me and hid behind my legs.

“Didn’t you just not hear me or what? Or is your age finally getting to you. Allow me to put that in simpler terms. I don’t give a fuck about your law, your orders or anything at all.” I growled myself, feeling the top left lip raise into a growl. “Sarah means no harm and is a outsider just like me. I don’t see why you disapprove of her. She has the potential to become one of the feared wolves in our pack if only I can take care of her.” I reasoned, but by the scowl and the low growls, he disagrees.

“How many times must I voice the reasoning behind my law. No other members of other packs can be adopted to mine. Trust is limited in this forest.” Dryad aired. “That pup is dark oak; nothing comes close to its selflessness and pandemonium. Nothing can tame it when it's entirely aged. It’s better off a lone wolf.”

“Dryad, you need to put more faith in your subjects. I know what the Dark Oak are capable off, that’s why I have her under my wing. If anyone here knows violence and greed, it’s me.” I challenged, uncrossing my arms and placing them into the pocket of my hoodie out of habit. “This could benefit us greatly; this could be our ticket to greatness.” I could see the gears twist and turn together at once, like the clocks system as he stared at Sarah. His thoughts were conflicted between his packs wealth and the destruction it could bring them. His weights that bare on his shoulders is something he’s endured but, with every decision he makes for the pack, the more he envisions what that leads to. He’s always been a wuss like that. Finally, he seemed to come to a decision when he looks back at me.

“Very well, Ada. I’ll let you take responsibility for the outsider but, if she tarnishes our plans in the future we have planned, I’ll put her to death myself.”

“You better know who stand before Sarah then. Just know that I won’t sit and waggle my tail as I watch you put her down.” I shined a toothy grin.

“Your skills and abilities were unknown back then, Ada. I know what to expect when that day finally comes.” He held a neutral stare. “Until next time, Ada.” He barked before turning tails and walked off, his pack following, Tony and Vixen looking down with bags of meat in their jaws. Yet again, I just smiled and waved. Then, it was just Sarah and me. I looked down at Sarah, who came from behind me and looked back up with her red glowing eyes. I leaned down and smiled, rubbing both of her ears.

“Thanks for backing my beef, Sarah.” I said, now cradling her in my arms. “Now, who wants to go on an adventure?” I cheered as I rubbed underneath her ears which she panted pleasantly.

-=-

Before I knew it, the news was voiced around Equestria like a virus, plaguing the world with every detail. Four murders in one house and supposedly one more on the edge of the Everfree where a blood trailed off into the Everfree. Five murders in one night like this generation has never seen before. You can imagine how rallied the ponies were when they got their newspapers. Frontpage too, fucking get on me. I had read the article, and I did find it amusing what was said.

‘FIVE LEFT DEAD AND ONE FED MONSTER!’ The title was imprinted with that bold text that screams attention, underneath the breaking news. The picture that was displayed in a black and white print, showcasing the bloody doorway. If you look closer, you could just about see the face of the lifeless colt.

“Nothing personal, bud, I was just hungry.” I chuckled, sitting on one of the large branches of the Everfree’s tree, one of my legs left dangling. Sarah and I were now on the first floor of the Everfree as I let Sarah off her leash and let her go hunting by herself. It will be good practice for her to experience the thrill of catching food solo. With weak rabbits and other critters to feed off, it shouldn't be a problem for her. Before Skipping to the full page of the story, I reached into my pocket to pull out one of the sweets and devouring it. I found myself smiling. Long story short, they think a cannibalistic, homicidal pony is on the loose in Ponyville and has escaped into the Everfree forest after killing five ponies and assaulting one more near Sugercube Corner. It states that Ponyville will be secured and patrols will roam around and in the Everfree forest searching for the pony. The ministry of defence is all over this shit. Damn, didn’t know a simple killing spree would cause such a reaction. I guess shit like this is not something this region wants to see. Boring cunts.

It says that a detective was on the case, I wonder if it was that brown stallion again. Every time he comes to Ponyville, he gets in a right mood as far as I can tell anyway. I see him every time he rides that rich chariot with the same old detective uniform and fedora. It’s funny to see that Equestria has there very own detective, I mean, I bet he has a lot of time on his hands. You know, with the crime rate being so slow. I wonder what the majesty’s little pawn is up too. No doubt looking for clues on what killed them, that much should be obvious. It’s the afternoon; surely, he has found something.

The sound of something in the bushes knocks me out of my trans, and I get a good look at Sarah with a gob full of rabbit to my surprise anyway; I didn't think she would come back with a rabbit, theirs been a rare few of them recently. She looked up back to me and placed it before the tree and barked for attention. I obliged by letting myself fall in front of the little pup. She waggled her tail.

“Well, well, look what we have here.” I kneeled to her level and scratched her chin. Sarah welcomed it as her tail wagged faster. “You’ve done well, in a short amount of time too. Before you know it, we’ll won’t have problems with food.” Sarah barked in agreement. I get a good look at her, her slightly darker oak body and her red eyes reflecting the mayhem that her pack engraved her in. The shade of her wrongfully judged by the others. The pack she had truly fucked her. She’s lucky I showed up when I did. “Welp, let’s get a move on. Uncle Dryad is waiting for us, don’t want to keep him waiting now do we.” I said, will a sigh. Her tail seemed to freeze and slowly took between her legs, a notion that she’s afraid of old Dryad.

As we walk deeper into the Everfree to where the pack is set to be located, it’s funny how I know my way around the first floor of the Everfree. When I first found myself in the Everfree forest, I was utterly lost that it took me at least a week to make my way out. That’s when I found Ponyville, the first interaction of civilisation ran by ponies. The first steps I took in the village was as expected, ponies running around screaming monster. I think that was the first clue that I wasn’t welcome. Didn’t stop me from staying though. That’s when six ponies confronted me. The same ponies that killed off Sarah’s pack. I don’t know what's up with them but, they seem to protect the village which I didn’t care about at the time but, now that I think about it, somethings don't add up. When they had confronted me, they wore no protection or weapon of some sort. They tried to figure me out. They are not some Guardians of the village but, just some random ponies from off the street. I think as soon as they saw I was sapient, their first approach was to be civil. Too bad I fucked that up though, would be hella a lot easier yet again, I wouldn’t trust these ponies with a plastic spoon. The culture and style of life is just a no-no for me. I have to say too, extremely shady when it comes to what happened last night. I was expecting to fight the pink pony but, who was that cloaked mare and what was her motives? Another guardian of the village or is the ruler of the nation finally showing their dark side? How interesting. It looks like I’m being hunted down but, yet again, wouldn’t I be noted as a creature from the Everfree Forest and not a pony. I don't know; I don't know why I'm overthinking into this, my poor brain isn't that capable of thinking that far dammit. I’ll just put those thoughts with the rest of the loaded of shit that I never come back too.

“Welp, here we are, lass.” I murmured as we stared at the musky, gloaming cave entry where two sentries stood on guard like them knobheads by the Buckingham Palace. Sarah brushed against my leg, hesitantly. This is her first time coming to our den; it's understandable.
“Come’Ed, Sarah.” I started to walk into the void. I look back to see Sarah’s stiffness, and I gestured to follow before continuing. The girl needs to grow a pair or me, and she will bump heads with one another, which I have no problem with but, I hope she can take a beating. Beating the fear out of her will do it. She better be smart enough to get over her fears.

I don’t stop my march deeper into the jet burrow, not giving Sarah a second glance. I wasn’t listening but, the pitter-patter of Sarah running after me made me smirk. Well, at least she didn’t pussy out. Good thing, too, I wasn't stopping for her. If she stayed out there, I wouldn’t have come out of this grotto until she came in. I’m going to discipline this wolf until I have her wrapped up around my thumb.

She whined beside me as I could feel her vibrate uncontrollably. It’s funny; wolves practically live in the darkness of the night to hunt for the next meal but, behold a wolf that is scared of the dark ladies and gentlemen. I can already tell this will be a pain in the ass, but, as I said, Sarah has the potential to become one of the most feared wolves in the Everfree kingdom, and I mean that. All she needs is a nudge in the right direction. God knows she needs it.

“You know, if you feel scared and anxious about something you fear. I think of the positives like, the weather.” I said, sparking a one-side conversation. “Or, I hum a tune and dance. For example.” I proceed to hum a catchy tune I remember a while back and danced a little, shuffling as I raved freely as if I was back at a concert. A quick peek at Sarah had her looking up at me, her tail slowly swaying. One thing to top it off now.

“Don't you know I'm walkin' away
Now I'm in my own space
Babe you know I ain't waitin' for you
And if you don't want me to stay
Only one thing to say
Babe you know I ain't waitin' for you
Want me, oh, oh, oh, oh
Want me to say
Want me, oh, oh, oh, oh
Know I ain't waitin' for you
Want me, oh, oh, oh, oh
Want me to say
Want me, oh, oh, oh, oh
Know I ain't waitin' for you.” I sung, my feminine side coming out as I had my eyes closed, feeling my body swing with the flow. The link was immediate. I could feel her shakiness lessen and her body swish to my voice. I smiled. Now for the cherry on top.

“Big beast when it comes to the lyrics
Me, I do this ting on the mic with no gimmicks
Came a long way, I was servin' in those Civics
And you were tryna keep me from winnin' but I did it, I did it
Ask about me, I did it
Let man stay on my sofa, I did it (I did it)
Buss down my watch and my choker, I did it
I keep a straight face in this poker, I did it
Look
Rest assured man's got you
If life weighin' you down then I'll spot you
Water you, show you sun, never block you
If no-one's backin' your beef, then I've got to
Yeah, back your beef that's my job
Just ride for me, don't write off
I got your back, hold tight, when you climb on
I've always been a real gurl to rely on.” I rapped with the most masculine tone I could, a hop in my step with each stride and a flail of my arms. I think it is fair to say that I’m a shit dancer, but, damn, I can spit bars. Beside me, Sarah was enticed by the lyrics and was plodding along as I did, a smile on her face. Fair to say she’s not shitting bricks now. Always been a fan of rap ever since I heard it, especially in the UK. Big names like Fredo, Stormzy, AJ Tracy, etc. Always gave me a spring in my step. Absolute beast in the music industry.

Now that I got Sarah from being a chicken shit for a bit. I strolled along with my hands in my pocket and whistling the beat of a song; we made it to the wide-open space were green eyes emanated, scattered around the edges of the curved walls, living life to the best they can with what they have. I also spotted Tony and Vixen giving out chunks of meat to the surrounding wolves that waited. Supplies were limited, and they could barely feed a family. Day by day, prey have been vanishing out of nowhere. It’s like every other animal in this forest had gone extinct. Soon, the ponies will be next on our list. And to that known fact, I can’t wait for that day to happen. I don’t think I’ve mentioned this but, horse meat back in the day was fucking delicious, cooked or not. Doesn’t trump goat meat, though. Mmm, I wish I could have some Chevon right with a bit of ginger spice now with a bit of garlic bread on the side and a large pint of lager. I think that would make my day.

Looking dead centre of the unlit cave, there was the old fart, looking at Sarah then back at me. It’s clear to see that he is still pissed off about the Sarah situation but didn’t snarl, unlike the others that in the appearance of us both.

“Welcome home, daughter. I’m glad you have come on such a short notice.” Dryad welcomed in his fatherly tone. I rolled my eyes in response. “Please, take a seat, Ada. This meeting will take a moment.”

“Yeah, okay, whatever, gramps.” I sat on the opposite end of the bundle of small branches and scorched large branches on the side just like I told them, ready to to set ablaze. I looked at him with a knowing grin. “Let me guess; you want me to make a fire out of you, don’t you.”

“Your humour is odd, Ada. But no, I’d like to witness the flame you create on this dry timber we have collected.” I chuckled. You’d think I just whipped out my phone and started shredding Ascend. Now that would be a sight to see. Walking over to my personal domain (which was a long rectangular pile of dead grass and a hand made box beside it), I pointed at my so-called bed and stared at Sarah.

“Stay!” I commanded, and with that she plotted her little ass down. “Good girl.” I said, rubbing her head which she gave a pleasant moan. Lifting the lid off the box, I lifted out a piece of quartzite rock, a spare steel blade and a char. Walking back to my spot of the logs and leaned forward with my tools. “Prepare to be amazed!” I shouted before I grip the rock and char cloth. Taking hold of the piece of rock between my thumb and forefinger. Making sure an edge is hanging out about 2 or 3 inches. Grasping the char between my thumb and the quartzite.
Strike! Grasping the back of the steel striker. I Struck the steel against the quartzite several times. Sparks from the steel flew off and landed on the char cloth, causing a glow.
I Folded up my char cloth into the timber and gently blew on it to start a flame. Like a chemical reaction, smoke rises, and to Dryad’s pleasure, heat-formed the room with alight. All the wolves were in awe with my display, and suddenly, they felt the urge to get closer to the source.

“Amazing, the power you hold with such materials is remarkable. Tell me, how did you come across such wisdom? Wisdom that I haven’t imagined of having in my years of living. How could someone so wise could be so young?” Did dryad praise me? Sappy fuck. Pun intended.

“I learned this from survival, and I took an interest in the scientific method that the humans discovered through the Millenniums they existed. Smart fuckers, if you asked me.” I shrugged. “You see, this in my hand is called quartzite, Quartzite is a nonfoliated metamorphic rock-composed almost entirely of quartz. It forms when a quartz-rich sandstone is altered by the heat, pressure, and chemical activity of metamorphism.

Metamorphism recrystallises the sand grains and the silica cement that binds them together. The result is a network of interlocking quartz grains of incredible strength, which could be used as a mean ass weapon of a sword.” I said intelligently. God, if only I had gigs and a white lab coat. Dryad stayed quiet, which gave me the signal to continue. “And this, in my other hand, is char. Char cloth, also called char paper, is a material that is used as fuel when lighting a fire and is the main component in a tinderbox.”

“That- that’s a lot to take in. Your knowledge of such things are intimidating. I must say, I’m glad your not our opponent.” He said in astonishment.

“That’s why you're going to pass over your title to me. It’s only a matter of time, you old fart.” I crossed my arms as I sat down. Dryad’s smile diminished as he stared intently, his eyes judging me, a bit of defiance in his stance. I took the silence in stride as I took a second to look over to where Sarah laid, watching me. A low growl accumulated beside her, and two wolves had walked to her, Fangs shown. Sarah didn’t like the odds she had and slowly backed off, her ears pinned back and tail tucked between her legs. “Oi!” I shouted over, Sarah and the two wolves glancing back. “Piss off!” I said low and dangerously, getting up on one knee, intent dripping from the tone. The wolves snarled before walking back the way they come. I fully sat back down to see Dryad still looking at me.

“Do you understand the situation I’m in, Ada? What we are all in?” he spoke softly. “My family are rotting in this hell hole. We are staving; we are weak; we will die if we keep going on like this. I’m trying everything I can do to keep my pack alive. What better can you do that I hadn't done before?” when he said that, I smirked and coughed a laugh.

“Don’'t get me wrong, Dryad. You've done well with the pack you made, really, but, you’re forgetting one thing about me. I’m not a wolf. I don’t think like a wolf. All you need is a different perspective on how to take care of your pack.”

“And that is?” He said incredulously.

“Now that would be telling. The only way you're getting this information out of me is if you give me the title of Alpha.” I laughed. He growled but just as quickly silenced himself.

“Ada, you know that I can not do that; it's against the law of not just this pack but the law of the Everfree. An outsider can not rule this pack!” he replied.

“Hmm, I think we are done here then.” I sighed, getting back up. “Come on, Sarah. Let’s-”

“Sit! Down!” Dryad exclaimed, his temper flaring. Instead, I just crossed my arms and watched him sigh despite him. “We are not done here.” He grumbled, glaring in the fire. I didn’t sit but, I nodded for him to continue. “From the moment I met you, I knew you were nothing but trouble. You demanded the title of alpha of a pack that you have no right to command by your will. You know my reasoning by decision well enough. I just want to know why? Your answer will define your destiny with this pack.” He said grimly as if my answer could end up to certain death.

“Let me tell you what a leader should be, Dryad.” I said, leaning forward to meet Dryads gaze. “A true leader has the confidence to stand alone, the courage to make tough decisions, and the compassion to listen to the needs of others. Now, Dryad. Look me into my eyes and tell me that I’m lying when I say I’m going to feed you all; I'm going to give every single cub a life that won't be threatened by starvation and our enemies. I’m going to build a home where we don’t have to freeze, waiting to die instead of living. I didn’t kill you in our battle because I have the utmost respect for what you're doing. You’ve fought for your survival through the gritty of time before I came but, now that I’m here, they're nothing to worry about. I meant it when I said I’d lead this pack to greatness.” I finished strongly, standing back up straight.

“Then, prove it to my pack and me that you are the one to fulfil the dream that I had. Do that, and I'll give you the title of alpha.” He said finally in a lost voice. “Before you leave, let me ask you a question.” Dryad looked up from the fire. “Why us? Why not the ponies? Why not the griffin? The minotaur? Or even the changelings? Why join us instead of all of them? We are practically bottom of the food chain compared to the advancements and living.” I was shocked by the question, not expecting it. I scratched my cheek, and I would have blushed if I had blood flow.

“To be honest, and don’t laugh when I say this but…” I covered my face with a hand and I couldn’t help but smile. “… I love wolves back in the day, more than any living creature. They are my favourite animal, I guess you could say.” I said and waited for a response. Dryad chuckled half-heartedly, which turned into a full-on laugh. Smacking his paw against the solid floor.

“That’'s the first time I have laughed in decades. That is the most illiterate reason I have ever heard.” He laughed harder, which made me groan. God damn it, why did I bother? When he calmed down, he looks back at me. “With all seriousness, I'm glad you did, daughter. You are always welcome to the den as always.” He said in a fatherly tone again.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Sarah, let’s go.” I demanded which she came running. “Oh, also, I need to nick Tony and Vixen for a moment.” I said, halting at the exit.

“Yes, you may. As soon as they finish with their task, you may take them.”

“Perfect. Tony, Vixen! When you're done with that, meet me outside the cave.” I shout, which they barked back. Brilliant! I have the perfect plan to get some pony meat. This is the start of the rise of the Oak pack.

Author’s note.

If anyone is interested in the song Ada sang, it is called West Ten by AJ Tracy.

Chapter 3 - infiltration
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Bitter and Sweet.

Chapter 3 - infiltration

Bitter and sweet – chapter 3

“Stop being a little bitch!” I shouted with my arms wide open as Tony and Vixen who just whined. “This is all apart of the plan. I couldn’t care less if you hurt me. If fact, the more damage you do to me, the better. So like I said, stop being a little bitch!” Tony and Vixen wasn’t having none of it. They just shuck their head rapidly; indignant huffs come from the both of them. The Cheeky pricks. Who the fuck do they think they are telling me ‘no’, bastards!

Maybe if I enlighten you all about my plan, you’ll understand why these two shitbags are stubborn to inflict minor damage. All I need is a few scratches deep enough to draw blood. Pussies.

Step one: like I’ve previously mentioned. I need to be on the brink of death around my body to look like I’ve been in a fight with wolves and other monsters in the Everfree.

Step two: come out of the Everfree, screaming and shouting for help. Play unconscious, which is easy enough.

Step three: I’ll end up most likely in a hospital where they will check every component of my body for injuries and will check for my heart rate. With that being said, I’ll have to manipulate my blood through my body to get my heart pumping.

Step four: gain trust in the village, which means I’ll have to be very popular, which shouldn't be too hard considering I am a monster fresh out of the most malicious forest.

Step five: when I’ve spent a week or so with the ponies, one by one, I take them into the Everfree forest with no witnesses and nicking whatever I seek fit for the lifestyle, Feeding my whole pack and bringing furniture and sorts to help the wolves live a comfortable life. Easy as that. Nothing more, nothing less. I’m practically giddy with the mere thought. This is going to be so much fun. I wonder if I run into that pink pony again. Or maybe I’d get to see the cloaked mare also… If she’s alive, that is... Again.

“Vixen! Fat shit! At least give me a scratch!” I shouted, getting more and more frustrated. Vixen scoffed at the insult but didn’t do anything. “Tony, for fuck sake, look at me when I’m talking to you! You fucking mong!” I cursed, my hands turning into fists. Tony stubbornly looked away as he refused to acknowledge my existence. “You know what! Fuck you and fuck you, I’m going to find a fucking dragon or whatever. It might be more entertaining than you fucks.” I sulked, walking away in a pissy mood now. Goddammit, now there following me, ugh.

I ignored them as they proceeded to follow me by my side, looking up to read my face. I closed my eyes and had to force myself not to lash out. They say a dog is a mans best friend, too bad I’ve got a pair of tits and a fanny! They had one job, a straightforward order but nooOo! Fuck a dogs loyalty.

“What do youse two want? Fuck off if you’re not going to do as I say.” I said, walking ahead of them. Can’t they see I’m sulking? Clearly not as they matched my pace, smiling up to me. What? Do they think this is a game? “I said, fuck off!” I stopped in my tracks making them both turn, their head tilted. “Don’t you act like you two don’t know what I’m saying, you absolute knobheads!” I pointed an accusing finger at the both of them. The two wolves just looked blankly at one another, then back at me, as if to say what the fuck is wrong with this bitch? I could feel a vein vibrate out my head, and I could feel my body shake as if something is taking over me. “You two… Are doing… This… On… Purpose… Aren’t you.” I said through gritted teeth. Vixen smiled and nodded as Tony just stepped away from him, not wanting any of what I’m about to do to him. Let’s just say I did more than suplex the motherfucker. In his retaliation, I did get a few scratches, but, I don't see myself dying any time soon. In my act of clear ‘affection’, I sent them back on their way to do whatever they do in the den. Tony was lucky enough to get a whipped ass. The prick. Anyway, scaling the Everfree’s branches, I’m on the lookout for a big motherfucker called a manticore. Yes, another mythical monster in the Greek mythology. I swear, it’s like humans are the mythical creatures, including me. Actually, I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s the case. I wonder if they would rip me apart and experiment on me like an alien if they discovered my existence. I wouldn't put it passed them; that's what humans would have done if they found another sapient being. They just have to know how it ticks in the name of science. I wonder how advanced science is in this world? I mean, they obviously have electricity, having a microwave and shit, but that advanced to have long ranged communication devices or gun powder. I've not seen a long-ranged weapon on these ponies other than bows and arrows, and I’ve only seen one pony with that. Because of magic, ponies font have the advance technology or knowledge we had back in the modern world or even in the Industrial era. I wonder, is humans in the industrial age and ponies had a war. Who would win? Technology or magic? Being a biased bitch I’m going for technology. Sorry ponies but, if I had a feel of their magic. Maybe I would consider them. But for now, their nothing but a tasty meal.

Walking down a path that leads to the east side of the forest, I tuned in an obnoxious barking, realising that I've been ignoring Sarah; hmm, I think I just blacked out for a second.

“Yo, what’s up?” I said, looking down at the little pup. She didn’t reply; she just looked up and smiled as her tail went off on one. “Oh, you want my attention, do you?” I smirked, lifting her off the ground, cradling her. I wonder…

I poked her on the nose, which she recoiled, unsure what to make of it. I poked her again. She sneezed. I did it again, but this time she growled and barked her gripe. I didn’t let up. I did it a couple of more times which she responded as I hoped so, I lifted her to my face and let her go to town. She started scratching and biting my face and hand. Not the most pain I’ve felt but, whatever cuts me will do. Now I need bigger cuts. Whimpering was heard from Sarah as she looked at her dirty work. I just smiled and placed her back on the ground.

“You did a good job, love. At least you attempted to kill me, unlike Jim Parsons and Todd Spiewak, if you get my meaning.” I laughed reassuringly, which did help her tail slightly move. Good. Better than her moaning. Jeez, you’d think it was the end of the world. Now, to find something bigger. Oooo, speak of the devil. Look at what we have here, A few members of The Gulf Pack creeping towards our territory? I smiled mischievously. “Okay, Sarah. I want you to stay here. While I take care of some bad guys, okay?” I said sweetly. Sarah looked alarmed, but I fixed her with a glare, and she sat her ass down. “Good, girl.” I rattled her head and went on ahead, a creep in my steps. Well, time to get some scars.

I was about to jump right into the fight when my dumb-ass realised that I really don’t want my clothes to get all messed up in this fight. Am I really going to fight naked? Fuck sake! Still, I need it too look realistic; It would be weird having scars around my body just for my clothes to be completely intact. It might as well; it's a bit fucked from my previous fight. Hay, you never know. I could get it repaired. Then it only hit me that I haven't seen a single pony wear bloody clothes. God fucking dammit. I sighed, twisting my wrist to check if my blade wasn’t jammed. Surely enough, the tip glistened from the sun. Welp, here we go.

Purposely rustling the bushes, I stepped out with my very own trademark grin, all the heads turning to me with those incredible razor fangs. I bared my very own canines to provoke a feud, my right hand reaching from my back pocket where my kukri was ready. There was six of them, not so surprising. Wolves travel, fight, hunt in groups; this is going to be interesting. The last time I fought a pack of wolves was when I was first introduced to this world, and let's say; they play dirty. Just how I like it.

“What! Never seen someone like me in the neck of the woods?” I raised my arms to the sides, showing how far my arms go. Let’s say they didn’t take the taunt likely. All at once they came and without shallying nor second thought, all of them lunges towards me with their powers combined. I didn’t move or flinch. I just waited as I closed my eyes, waiting for that familiar pain… well, the familiar pain that never came. I opened my eyes to see that more wolves had come scampering from behind me and collided with the same amount of strength. I sighed at the sight of two different shades of wolves fighting one another.

“For fuck sake! This is the only time youse useless wolves come to help me, isn’t it.” I flailed my arms, rubbing the outer sides of my eyes in irritation. I swear, these wolves are doing this despite me. Once I'm in some sort of fight that I intend to come out unscratched, I bet those lazy fuckers would be eating popcorn on the sideline like Gareth Bale for Spurs. But, oh if I want to get some scars like right now. These woke motherfuckers be like Nah, fam. Fuck you and fuck your plan, slut!

So, as I sit there, fist on a cheek with a unamused glare as I watched the wolves scrap. In the end, the opposition fucked off as two of them were killed. They did kill Jeffry, though, didn’t know him but, I did just decide to give him a name before he died. Fucking Jeffry. I just stared at them, unimpressed as they stared back as if they saved my ass. I swear imma bitch slap one of them.

Whining could be heard from bushes, where a trail of sap led. One of the wolves (that I just agreed to call Ellie) snuck into the bush. The wailing got louder as Ellie came out, violently pulling a slim leg of a majorly Injured solve form the other pack. Well, well, well, they can be useful. My pack looked at me in conformation. What? Don’t these fucktards know what to do with her?

“Take her to Dryad; he'll get the info out of her.” I waved my hand dismissively with a bored tone. The wolves just nodded and headed back to the lair with the fucked wolf at their mercy. Finally, I thought they would never leave. Now then, let's get to it… Wait… Did they just take an order from me?

I looked over to the direction to when the wolves went with a bit of sentiment; it could be Dryad’s orders, maybe he had gave me the authority or their own privilege that led them to act on the attack. I raised a hand to my chin in thought. Or Maybe… Just maybe.

-=-

Meeting back up with Sarah, my ass continued to the popular neighbourhood where the manticores are mostly seen. You see, it’s rare unless there’s a invasion for other species of monsters to wonder into each others sovereignty. But soon, very soon, this forest will be more lively than ever before. With the lack of prey for the predators, Monsters will be eating one another for survival and greed. One day, a victor will prevail on top but, will end up as the rest. Boo-hoo, sad, init. Oh well, as one wise man said, ‘it is what it is.’

“So, Sarah? What do you think the difference between a rock and a stone is?” I said, filling the awkward lull. The little dark oak pup just looked up with a blank utterance. “Well, my friend. Stone is smaller than rock. To easily sum it up, rock is made out of stone and mineral matter which is a naturally occurring inorganic element or compound having an orderly internal structure and characteristic chemical composition, crystal form, and physical properties.The stone used to make your countertops was cut from rock. Rocks are typically found in the earth's crust.” I said, ranting on as much as I could off the top of my head. I didn’t know what made me pop off like that but, I guess I did waste time. It also made Sarah look more blankly than ever, which was a bonus. Knowing these random facts is an excellent way to start something. It makes me feel good that I know something that no one else knows. Thank you, science. I don’t know how advanced the science in this world is; maybe I could use that to my advantage. Yet again, it wouldn't be much of an advantage when these fuckers have magic and that. Fucking ponies.

“I could do with a spliff.” I mumbled, feeling the craving for the nicotine. “Better get started on making my own before I kill something.” I really considered smoking my last sterling blue ciggy but, I know I will regret it in the long run. I knew I should have bought another pack… Well, I say bought but let’s be honest here, I stole them. It was a easy corner shop; it's like stealing candy from a kid. I looked down at the pup. I wonder if I gave Sarah a ciggy, would it burn her insides? Or would the nicotine do it’s thing and reliefs stress. Hmmm, I can imagine myself socially smoking with a wolf. I’d vibe it.

“I wonder what Equestria would be more like? Britain or America? Fish and chips or chick-fil-a, knife and gun. Or are they more like Germany, where they gas the disabled, prisoners or ponies with different religions. It would be hella more interesting to see a Hitler version of a pony… You know what… That would be fucking sick. Me and Hitler pony would be good mates. I can see it already.” I continued until I heard tearing of crux, approximately 100 meters to my left. With how deep I am into the forest, I think I found my manticore.

Once again, telling Sarah to stay put, I walking through bushes and from trees, not even trying to sneak but to make as much noise as possible. When the manticore came into view, the big guy was already running at me with teeth and long as daggers. The lion/scorpion/bat fuckin thing opened his powerful jaws as I just stood their, hands in pockets and all with a smile.

“Well, come on, then, come and get your meal!” I shouted, opening my arms. With the jaws of death coming at me sideways, my eyes went wide as the razor-sharp teeth punctured my flesh from my right shoulder to my left femur. Blood trickling from every new deep gash. Well, I wanted immortal wounds; now that I've got them, I really fucking regret it. My God, this fucking hurts like a bitch.

“Good- good kitty cat.” I said through sputters of blood rising up my throat. Did he just impale my lung? It’s okay; I've got another one, not that I use it anyway. The damn thing gets in my way anyway. “Thank you for that but, this is where you die now.” I moaned through gritted teeth. All the blood that was shed all slivered into the mouth of the manticore. The manticore trussed me around like a chew toy before launching me against a tree, hearing the sound of snapped wood and the slow timber of a tree starting to collapse. I just sat against the stump as I looked up to the attacking beast. My smile only greatened as I waved my hand, moving the migrated blood in the manticore’s system. When my red blood cell made it into its lung, I clenched my hand into a fist. The manticore’s seemed to topple as it made a tiny trench with its body. Shallow, weak breathes until blood seemed to leak out from in between its teeth, creating a pool of paint by the furred head. With its lung stabbed, the heartbeat finally laid to rest.

“Goodnight.” I said, getting up onto a knee while holding my tremendously deep fissure shoulder, which oozed my tamed blood. Of course, I didn’t alter my blood into my wounds, but I did use it so I wouldn’t lose any more than I should have. My attempt to stand was almost punished as I felt my left leg almost give way from the burning pain, poring fuel for the rest of my wounds. Fucking ow! Out the corner of my eye was the head of a small pup, sniffing and taking into the surrounding area, looking at the signs of struggle. She leaned back into the bush a bit when she saw the slump form of the manticore, but when she saw me in a state I was in, she came running over in front of me as she started to bark at the dead corpse. I chuckled as I spit the blood from my mouth; honestly, what a dumb dog. To add to the entertainment, she actually ran at it, biting at its ear and shaking her head as if she would rip it off. Now that turned my chuckle into more of a laughter. God, this wolf is priceless. I walked over to the pup, which was drawing blood from the beast ear and picked her up to the wolf’s surprise.

“Well, aren’t you my knight in shining armour.” I laughed as I kissed her on the forehead. “Don’'t have to worry; I don't plan on dying just yet.” I said, placing her back on the ground. Right then, let's get this show on the road. Step one completed.

-=-

“Now for step two, walk into ponyville. Easy. Once I collapse, the ponies should take me the their hospital or some shit. I’ll be questioned. Ay yo, Sarah? Fancy tagging along? You can be my trusty companion that lived with me since you were born.” I asked, which made the pup jump around with enthusiasm. “Perfect! Now it’s time to head to ponyville.” I said, limping and arching my back in a pained to at least look like I was in so much pain.

When I said run around Ponyville and screaming for help, I think I over-exaggerated it a bit. I do not have the energy for that shit. Plus, have you ever tried running with a dagger wound in your leg? It fucking sucks cock and balls. My shoulder had been injured too don’t won’t be flailing any of my arms any time soon. God, this would be so much easier if I asked Dryad to fight me instead… Why the fuck didn’t I just do that? Why did I have to go through all that trouble just too fucking realise that I could just take the easy way. God, Ada, you useless bitch! Well, I guess I can’t complain now. I’ve got what I wanted, and now its time for step two.

Stepping out of the trees border, I gazed down upon the edifices of the village. Every single structure seemed to have the same design of colour and materials but in different sizes and shape. They all had that cream render plastered to the walls, cut off by the straight, sideways and diagonal beams of wood. The openable facilities, we’re covered with two shades of pink with love hearts. Aww, how precious. And finally, to finish it off, it’s had a thatched rooftop with a chimney rising from the hay. You know what? The layout and structure of the buildings oddly remind me of classic German buildings they use to use way back when. Haha, you know I was joking when I wondered if this place was more like Germany. Now all I need now is a pony with a Swastika butt tattoo; Then I’ll know where I am and what time I'm in.

I shuffled over the bridge on to the gravily path into the village; I looked around the open area to find no one was out. Not a peep or slight movement was seen with my sharp eyes. It’s almost looked vacated. The only reason I knew that was false was the fact I can hear the heartbeats going crazy. Did they manage to see me come from the Everfree? Maybe. Or is it something else? The village is known for its bad luck of monster attacks and random events like a rabbit army of rabbits going through Ponyville; I must say, the funniest shit I've ever seen. You’d think the Nazis had invaded Poland. Wow, another reference to Germany. Imma about to get gassed in a minute. Anyway, back on topic. What are these shit bags so afraid off?

Not having much of an option, I walked around the block, appearing through windows and knocking on doors to get someone’s attention but, with screams to go away and closing curtains, I was back to square one. Damn, I feel like a nazi looking for Anne Frank… Okay, okay, I get it; I'll stop with the Nazi jokes, Jesus Christ. No sense of humour what so ever. Anyway, with that out my system, I continued my slumped walk around the haunted village until I came around my torn up building that I may have destroyed a bit. There in the open space was a cloaked figure, prodding at the ground with a striped hoof. A striped foot, huh? I only know one person with stripes, and that is...

“Ayo, Zecora! How's it going?” I said, waving my good hand from the shadows of the alleyway. The cloaked mare's head turned to face me and only to stare back with massive, yellow devilish eyes. I smiled at her illusion. “It's been some time, still scaring the shit out of the ponies, I see.” I said, a limp in each step I take as I got closer. The head of the mare shuck her head, and the yellow glow seemed to fade as she walked the rest of the way to me.

“Ah, Ada. It’s so good to see a familiar face; I am well, thank you for the warm embrace.” she spoke in an African like accent, rhyming with ease. I swear, I bet she does that religiously. “As for the fear that the ponies display, it is not my concern they hide themselves like prey.” She chuckled, walking passed me into to shaded alleyway. “Come, it’s been far too long, shall we share tales or maybe even listen to a song?”

“Sounds good, I can't deny a sit-down does sound nice.” I admitted, togging along. We sat in the shadows of the two buildings as we sat on either end, so we were facing one another. “So Zecora, what brings you here today?” I asked, shuffling myself to get a comfy spot on the floor. Damn rocks, always they're poking my ass. Like a pea under a mattress, if you get my meaning.

“My reason for travelling to the village is irrelevant; you are in pain and in need of help, that much is evident.” She remarked as she lifted her hood to revile more of her stripes alongside her golden rings and frown.

“Your concern is appreciated but, you don’t need to worry about me. This is apart of my plan, you see.” I smiled, giving a rhyme a go to the zebra's amusement.

“I see your humour hasn’t changed the last time we met, now let’s discuss the plan while you smoke your cigarette.” She smirked as I laughed at her rhyming.

“You're too good, Zecora, I swear, if you were a rapper back in my world, you would be a huge hit, not just because your a walking-talking zebra but, I think you would be spitting mad bars.” I sighed from the relief of laughter, lifting my very own hood to meet her own eyes. “So, the plan, you want in?” I asked.

“It would be my pleasure to help an old friend of mine, but, if it includes the ponies, I must decline.” She crossed her hooves to her disapproval.

“I know how much you dislike the ponies as the next zebra but, what if I told you it was despite them.” I said, crossing my own arms with a smirk. Now that caught Zecora’s attention. Before she could respond, a low, young howl was heard from outside the alleyway, and Sarah was looking around frantically. I facepalmed. I completely forgot that she was with me and probably wondered off again. God, I’m such a shit owner. I sighed before I whistled, catching the attention of the pup who saw us. With her tail wagging and smile plastered on her face, she ran towards me with her tongue dangling out. “Oh, don't you fucking dare!” I warned, raising my hand in defence but, it was ultimately useless as the wolf dived for me and started licking the soul out of me. I heard the fits of laughter coming from the striped mare.

“Oh, your little friend is a vicious one. May I suggest that you get up and run.” She said, calming her laughter with a gesture of her hoof. I gave her a deadpan expression as I gave her the birdy, which only gave her a smirk.

“Glad to see you're having fun over there.” I said before pushing the damn wolf off me. Little bitch. “So, are you in or not? I could do with a helping hand.” I said as I leaned up, brushing the dirt off my clothes.

“Please, explain your plan, if it is despite of the ponies, I may be a fan.” She said with interest with a smile that only meant no good. Before I started my masterplan, Sarah being Sarah jumped onto my lap and curled up, awaking my pain. I paid no mind to it, though.

“Well, let's start by saying that I eat meat, and so does my pack.” I started, my grin growing ever so slowly. “The wolves and every other monsters that live in the Everfree forest have been struggling hunting down prey. All the animals have just suddenly vanished, Gone without a trace. I don’t know if we’ve just fucking eaten every single animal in that forest, or they are good at fucking hiding.” I said, my hand rubbing my chin.

“I have noticed the disappearance of the little critters, that is quite true. One day they were present and the next gone into the blue. What are you suggesting?” She inquired.

“I'm suggesting that we use ponies as our food supply.” I said simply. Zecora’s eyes widen at my answer but, didn’t seem to disagree with my statement.

“I see… I do say that I wish nothing but the worst for the ponies, but, how do you do that without raising any question by any means.” She asked, pointing out the obvious.

“Of course, they raise questions; ponies will be missing left, right and centre, but at the weakened state, that's when our pack take it from there. We take as many ponies as we can, and we eat them. Easy.”

“Okay, Ada. I’m in; where do I start in this great sin?” She said, determined to get started.

“I'll let you know in due time; for now, this talk never happened.” I said, rising from the ground as Sarah hopped off my lap..

“Very well, Ada. It has been a pleasure as always; I’ll wish you good luck in your innocent portrays.” She said, dismissing herself as she raised her hood. I laughed. Aye, I’ll bloody need it if I’m going to start building trust with the ponies. That being said, I better get moving before someone get suspicious of my involvement. Well, I think it’s time to play unconscious for a bit.

Walking from the alleyway, I could see that ponies frequently looked around in a scan for the cloaked mare. Mostly, the colourful bunch in the recked candy store. Well, here comes my top tier acting.

Scrapping my leg across the floor as I struggle to walk, I held my shoulder as I had my head low as I panted heavily. I gave pained moans with each step I took. I finally collapsed in the middle of the street on my hand and knees. Gasps of mostly female ponies were head in front of me. I looked up to see a pink, yellow, white, purple, orange; cyan ponies come trotting towards me. I finally let my body fall as I go into unconsciousness.

-=-

I finally awoke, my eyes fluttering open as I tried to focus on the blur. I had a headache, and I couldn't for the life of me figure out where I was. I looked up at the white ceiling that didn’t help with my answer what so ever. Fuck sake, why is it so bright? Someone turn off the fucking light, God damn. I turned over on my side to get a bit more comfy but, the whole body said, suck a fat knob, and pain rushed through my entire body, making me growl.

“Fuckin, you fuckin, ow! Son of a bitch!” I spasmed onto my back again, which didn't help since I felt my front and back was on fire. It only came to me then that I was in a scrap with a manticore, and that’s how I felt like I was run over by a train. fuck sake.

Slowly calming down from the pain, I leaned up to see I was still in my clothes; thank God, and I wasn’t treated. Hmmm, I guess you can’t treat a patient that hasn’t got their clothes off. I also spotted Sarah at the end of my bed, her chin chilling on my leg, snoozing softly. Fucking cute thing it is. I shuck my foot which resulted in her red ruby, glowing eyes to faze in. She made a wide yawn before using her paw to scratch her nose a couple of times. Like I said, cute fucker.

“Hello, girl. Had a nice kip, did ya?” I said, stretching my arms out wide. The only response I got was lazy bark as she crawled her way up my chest, right in between my tits. “You know, if it were anyone else resting where you are, I would have killed the motherfucker.” I smirked as I scratched her ear softly, which Sarah gave a gentle coo, sending her off back to sleep. I stroked her back softly as I could as I felt her chest rise and fall on my chest.

Suddenly, I spotted the door slightly open to see a pure white pony with pink hair to appear from around the door. She looked left to right before setting her eyes on mine. Her eyes widened for a second before she walked in fully. She stopped momentarily when she spotted Sarah but, gestured her to come closer, which she did manage to comply with hesitation first. With her eyes never leaving mine, she sat on the chair beside me.

“Am I correct when I say you can understand me, Miss?” she asked, unsure if that was the right words to use to greet a new creature like me. Oh boy, here we go. Trying to be nice is like watching Amy Schumer try and be funny in a movie. Me and being nice just don’t mix; why am I doing this? Fuck sake. With that being said, I’m pissed off now for the fact that I have to be nice to this fuck.

“Yes, I can understand you perfectly, love.” I said, my eye twitching as I tried to hold a cheerful smile. God, I’m so disgusted with myself that it emotionally hurts. Fuck you, pony! Fuck you and your friendliness. FUCK! Her eyes brighten when she saw my smile and matched mine with her very own.

“Excellent! That’s good news.” She said, her fear slowly melting away. “It is good to see you up and looking well; you looked to be in a bad way when you wondered into Ponyville, miss…”

“Call me Ada.” I interrupted before she could continue. Can’t stand being called Miss or Mrs.

“My apologies, miss Ada. I guess I should have asked for your name first, shouldn't I.” she said, Smiling sheepishly and rubbing the back of her head. Fucking call me miss again, I fucking dare you, cracker.

“Ada will be fine; no need for pointless titles like miss or Mrs.”, I chuckled. She chuckled with me.

“Ah, your right; my apologies again.” Fucking apologise again, just do it. I’ll fucking snap that pretty little neck of yours. I want you to. “By any chance, do you remember what happened to you? I couldn’t get a good look at your wounds because of your clothing; we were about to take them off to treat your injuries but, thanks to your little friend there, we couldn’t get anywhere near your wounds.” she murmured, cringing at the wolf with a hint of fear the sleeping form. Fucking good girl, I hope she bit someone.

“Im terribly sorry for that; she is very protective as a timber wolf pup is.” I chuckled. “As for what happened to me, I don’t remember much at all. All I know was that I was terrified for my life. All I did was just run as fast as I could with Sarah here.” I said, stroking Sarah’s with a dull expression.

“Was something chasing you?” she asked, leaning forward.

“Im not sure;, I think so; it was big and had massive claws like...” I looked up with wide eyes and shock. “...a manticore!” a shouted, making Sarah head to peak up in alarm of the beast's name and met eyes with the nurse. I tugged on to Sarah as she went to jump for the pony, who quickly jumped from her seat, sending the chair to topple. I wonder what would happen if I accidentally just…

Weakening my grip on Sarah, the wolf had little problem of escaping my grasp and went on a wild chase for her meal, barking and snarling as the mare did almost everything to get away from her fangs. Jumping from bed to bed, using her magic to block her path. Even climbing onto of a cabinet which immediately just collapsed from her weight. It was too much, I couldn’t help myself but laugh my fucking ass off. It was one of them where you feel a knot in your stomach and where you produce a silent laugh that takes your breath away. I couldn’t hold it in. I can’t stop. I banged my good fist against the mattress as I tried to find my breath. My laughter continued when I saw that Sarah had her jaws around her tail, her rear on the floor with the rest of her legs as the mare continued galloping wildly, flinging Sarah everywhere. Oh, I fucking lost it then, I gave up holding it back and just let the madness engulf me. Fuck the plan, I could fuck with these ponies all-day.

Abruptly, the door slammed opened almost off its hinges as fairly built ponies with identical golden armour came with swords holstered by the sides. Well, fuck. I whistled, making Sarah turn her head and to me.

“Come here, girl.” I said, patting my blanket on top of me. Without a second thought, she, hopped, skipped and jumped onto my lap. “Good girl.”

“Miss Red Heart? Are you okay?” one of the guards ran towards the pony as the other displayed his sword. Sarah growled as I held her in my arm as I stared back with a frown.

“Yes, I’m okay. Just a bit of strand of hair out my tail is all.” she chuckled nervously as she did a once over for her tail.

“I told you that the wolf should have been put down! It was biting and scratching before we could get the thing in here.” A male pony raises his voice at the other guard, who just rolled her eyes. Wait… Did he just… No… I must of misunderstood him. Did he just call me an ‘thing’? Motherfucker, imma smack the bitch in a minute and shit out his remains.

“Excuse me? That ‘thing’ your talking about can fucking hear you, you dumb nimrod, you fucking beaner piece of shit, wrap your dick in a quesadilla and SUCK! MY FUCKING! CLIT!” I shouted with each syllable. His eyes widened at my outburst, and were at a loss of word as his mouth didn't know what it was doing. However, a snorted came from the other guards-mare as she places her hoof over her mouth. I couldn’t help but snort myself; where the fuck did that come from?

“Uhh, well, I must apologise for my rudeness. Cherry Hill, I trust that you have this under control.” He said, heading towards the door at a fast pace.

“Yes, Sargent.” she giggled as he left the room. Red Heart stared at me in awe as a glint appeared in her eye.

“Awesome.” She whispered under her breath. Before anything else could happen, the door once again opened up to see a group confused looking mares who looked back.

“Well, that was quite odd. I wonder what got him in such a hurry.” A angel white-furred pony said with such a feminine tone that I mistook it for a noble, but then, I realised where we are in Ponyville, not some posh looking kingdom. Unless It was that bitch from that clothing shop where I nicked all her shampoo and that. God fucking damn, just my luck.

“Erm, maybe something terrible has happened again, oh, I really hope not.” A timid yellow pegasus squeaked from the group, hiding from behind her hair. Ugh, the shyness dripping from her body language and tone drips her kindness. Suppose she was magically transported to my world. She wouldn't last a week in secondary school, never mind in the ends.

“I hope so too, Fluttershy; so much has happened today; the last thing we need is more varmints running around.” A western accented, orange cowgirl said, adjusting her hat on her tied up blonde hair. What the fuck? Did I just go back in time to the wild fucking west? What the fuck just happened? It just went from a British posh bitch to a scruffy ass cowgirl. Did these girls just got transported like me or what?

“Yeah, I still can’t believe what happened to that kid. I swear, if I ever get my hooves on that pony, he’ll be in a world of hurt.” Another pegasus flew in, the cyan, rainbow hair said looking pissed. There is no way that’s her real hair. That has to be dyed. I refuse to believe this jockey of a bitch has hair of the fucking rainbow. Well, I already have a name and catchphrase for her. Taste the rainbow motherfucker!

“It is cruel what happened to him; no need to worry. Justice will be served once the royal guards find the culprit.” I recoiled at the familiar voice. No way the same damn pony from before. The purple unicorn? God fucking damn it. One of the ponies that have wanted to avoid is right here. Great, why don’t you bring along the pink pony while you're at it then.

“Yeah, then I’ll throw a super, duper, massive party to get every pony smiling again.” oh fuck. Oh, hell no. Fuck me! What the fuck is she doing here! The pink pony bounced in, confetti exploding out the door as she entered. The pink pony was the first to see that I was awake. Her smile only grew. Of all the fucking ponies, it just had to be you didn’t it Pink pony. Fuck.

“Oh my gosh! She’s awake! She’s awake!” the pink pony fucking bounced over with that massive smile she wears. “Hi! My name is Pinkie Pie!”