Hold me in your arms

“So now you know the rest of the story; how I got my scars and how I am closed off and cold to the world,” I tell the two girls that sit opposite of me as I stand in the living room of Rarity’s house.

I start to put my shirt back on when Sunset lunges forward and hugs me, trapping my arms that are half way through the sleeves.

“Sunset my claustrophobia is acting up and if you don’t let go I will drop you to the floor,” I say in as calm a voice as I can manage.

She lets go of me and sits back down on the couch next to Rarity who is silently sobbing, gently dabbing her eyes with a tissue.

“Look, I don’t want to have your pity or sympathy because it would make me feel worse. I just want to grieve in peace without people coming up to me and telling me how sorry they are for my loss,” I tell them as I take a seat on the chair across from them.

I stand up and start to head for the front door to show myself out, too much has happened in a short amount of time for me to be okay with and I need another drink to calm my already frayed nerves. Rarity and Sunset stop me, one grabs my hand and the other wraps her arms around my torso.

“Don’t, I know what you’re going to do, please don’t,” Sunset whispers as her grip tightens around me.

“I’m broken, I’m tired, and I just want to sleep so I can forget about the events of what happened this evening,” I tell them as I open the door trying to push forward without hurting anyone.

“At least let me get your measurements first,” Rarity says.

“Really?” I say in a deadpan tone, turning around to face her.

“Well yes, that’s why I originally invited you here,” she replied as she took a step back releasing her arms from around my torso.

“What makes you think I want to have my measurements taken, after all the emotional bullshit I’ve been through in the last half hour. I feel more numb than I have been in a long time and now you bring this up, granted that was the original plan but by the gods, time and place Rarity.” I spit out as I walk towards her unconsciously squaring up on the small girl.

A hand rests on my shoulder and I snap my head over to Sunset who just shakes her head, “it’s not worth it Rarity just leave him be. He just spilled his guts to us and that’s all you can think about?” She sighed out.

“Im done here, thank you for letting me into your house, but I need to be alone. See ya when I see ya.” I turn for the door, open it and walk out shutting it behind me with a thud.

Walking across the street I look up in the night sky and ponder what it is I am really doing. “This ain’t easy Britt, but I don’t know how to move forward now.” I softly say to no one.

I make my way inside my home, no one to greet me as I walk down the small hall towards the kitchen where the pot I set out for my dinner still on the stove top. Looking around and seeing everything that I’ve known for the past two years it still doesn’t feel like home, I don’t have a connection to anything in this town or it’s people.

“I think I’ll roll a number and make some dinner,” I say to myself as I drag my feet over to my stash.

Pulling out the small jewelry box that was in the floating stereo and turn table cabinet, I look at the system and power it on. The dull yellow orange backlight of the stereo slowly came to life, lighting up the AM/FM band and resistance needles. Taking a record out of the holder and placing it gently on the record player, I turn it on, grabbing the velvet cleaning bar off one of the tower speakers to clean the face of the vinyl, I gently run it over the grooves and place it back on the speaker to my right.

Setting the album sleeve on the little stand I made to display the album artwork while playing my vinyl, I line the needle up with the outer edge of the spinning disk. Pops and small crackling came through the speakers until the first few notes faded in.

I walk over to the kitchen table and set the box down in front of me. It was one of the items I got after Britt’s death, a gorgeous hand made oak jewelry chest with her name engraved on a brass name plate. Opening the lid I see all the rings and earrings that she owned, beautiful gold and silver rings adorned with ornate engravings or precious gems. I didn’t have the heart to wear any of them but I did keep my stash in there, something she did as well.

Taking out the greens and some rolling papers I notice her lighter, a brushed stainless steel custom zippo with Mjöllnir engraved on one side and the other with her personal rune stave made up of ᚷᛝᛟ, it brought me back to the first time we got high together and I wish she was here with to enjoy this with me, a tear comes to my eye as I held the lighter in my hand running a thumb over the cold metal.

The last song of the A side of the album starts to play, I take the paper in my hands and start to sprinkle the ground up marijuana into the fold in the middle. Rolling the two ends of the paper, I tuck one end of the in on itself and start to work my thumbs and index fingers and roll it tightly, as the song ends I lick the adhesive strip and ignite the lighter to dry it while gently molding it to shape, getting up from my seat to flip the album to the B side, there’s a knock at the front door.

Flipping the record I shout, “Door’s unlocked, come in,”

“Sorry for bothering you when it’s this late but I want to know more about what happened,” the female voice said over the music.

“Sunset, I’m not in the mood for reliving the past right now.” I say to her as she came into view, the joint between my lips caught her off guard some.

“Im not even going to lecture you about this, I just wanted to apologize for Rarity’s behavior earlier.” She said with a hint of sadness in her voice.

“It’s fine, I knew she’d try and pull something that shallow at some point. Sit if you want to or join me on the back patio, your choice,” I say through the joint in my mouth.

I get up and make my way to the sliding door that lead to the patio, Sunset followed slowly before stopping at the table where the jewelry box sat.

“What’s this?”

“Don–.”

To My Love,
I know I am not long for this world but I wish to start my family and enjoy the time we share. Hopefully I can see our child grow and I wish to grow old with you Miles, although I’ve had dreams of Hel’s hall where my ancestors sit and tell stories of the past while feasting and drinking.

If I leave this world for another before our child is born I want you to not mourn my death but celebrate the time we shared together, hopefully you can move on from the pain you are probably going to feel or are feeling. I didn’t want to hurt you my dear but when the goddess of death calls for you, one must oblige. I am truly sorry my love and I wish that this never would have happened to you.

—Yours Forever,
Brittany

P.S. I know you will shut yourself off from everyone in your life, just know that I am not truly gone I still live on in your memories and the love you hold for me in your heart I love you with all my soul. May the gods protect and guid you my dearest.

“She was my counterpart of this world,” sunset says in a shaky voice as she held up a picture that was folded in with the letter.

“You are exactly like her in every way, I know you that you have a scar that runs from your right hip wrapping around to your lower back, or how your toes curl and nose scrunches up when you orgasm.” I tell her as I blow the smoke out from my mouth and nose. I look Sunset in the eyes as I tell her more than she probably realized.

The deep crimson blush across her face told me what I was saying is true, “but you’re not her at all, it’s the little things that remind me of that. Like how you have a more social personality rather than a reserved one, how you don’t shy away from conflict and try and help people as best you can, you have a troubled past but you don’t let that stop you from being the best person you can be.” I say in a weak voice while looking at the shocked girl standing on the other side of the screen overlooking the patio.

Sunset walks outside and takes the joint from my hand and takes a long drag, holding her breath for a few seconds while trying not to cough she slowly blows out the smoke she was holding in. I look over her body as she processes what I just told her, not sure of what to think about me.

“You know quite a bit about me then,” she says questioning my intentions.

“I don’t, I just know some of your personality a bit and what turns you on but I don’t know you, for instance I know that if I kiss this spot right here, trace my fingers right here, and do small little circles here,” I state while getting closer to her.

I reach out my hand and cup the left side of her face while I gently run my index finger up the base of her neck to behind her ear and start tracing small semicircles behind her ear lobe. Sunset let’s out a shaky breath and a small moan, I move my hand to her hip and trace the scar going to her back. She shutters a bit as I run my fingers up the small of her back, her free hand moves up my stomach to my chest tracing the scar through my shirt.

I lean in and kiss her neck trailing down to her collarbone where the left and right sides meet, “she would moan just like that if I was teasing her,” I say with a dejected tone in my voice.

“N–now I’m going to be horny for the rest of the night thanks for that,” Sunset huffs in annoyance, I smirk knowing what she’s going to say next.

“And this weed is only making it worse, Sunset and I say together, the look on her face was priceless.

She was beat red trying to hide in her hoodie, she lightly hit my chest with a balled up fist and rested her head on my shoulder, “you did this on purpose don’t you?” Her hot breath on my neck sent a shiver down my spine as she spoke.

“More to prove a point but seeing as you probably have a puddle in your panties right now, I’d say it was an added bonus,” I chuckle out softly as I gently stroke her head. Sunset goes stiff, she looks up at me with pleading eyes, eyes begging me to fuck her.

I take the joint from her hand and take a long drag from it, I lean down and kiss her while gently blowing the smoke into her mouth. Her tongue dances across mine as she moans softly as her hand paws as my chest, I run my hand down her back and grab her ass and pull her close to me. Breaking the kiss and look down at her, she looks just like Britt use to when I did this. The way her eyes screw shut to how her tiny gasps get caught in her throat when I traced her scar.

“Please,” Sunset let out a breathy moan in my ear, “don’t tease me.”

Sunset moves her hand down my stomach and to the front of my jeans, grabbing onto the slowly forming bulge rubbing it in her hand. I take a light draw on the half finished joint, taking it from my lips and toss it on the ground so that both my hands can be free.

I still have my right hand firmly grabbing Sunset’s ass while the other slowly unzips her hoodie, “how badly do you want it, I have the house to myself, some good bud, and booze.” I whisper softly as I lightly bite her ear.

Another squeak came from her lips and her hand gently squeezed my cock, “I–I want to see your scars again,” Sunset quietly asked.

“Then let’s go inside,” I reply to her request as I reach around her with my other hand and lift her up.

Sunset wraps her legs around my hips as I make for the screen door, she gently kisses the scar on my neck as I close the sliding door behind me. Making my way over to the couch to set her down I hear the slight skip as the needle sits comfortably near the middle of the record. She lets go of me and takes off her hoodie letting it drop behind her, I walk over to the record player and put the needle back in its cradle, picking the record up and putting it back in the sleeve I reach down to the rack again and pull out another album. Getting everything set up and the record on the player I gently set the needle down.

The music plays softly as I turn around to face Sunset, taking off my shirt. I let it drop to the floor as sunset gets up and stares at my bare chest, tracing the scar with her fingers and stopping at my shoulder, tracing the first scar I received. Sunset’s eyes go blank and gets that thousand yard stare, I feel this weird sensation shoot though me like being shocked but less painful.

“Sunset, oi Sunset, you good?” I say to her as I grab her hand that’s on my scar.

“Milo?” She slurs out as she shakes her head some.

I look in her eyes and notice something familiar, she hugs me tightly and starts kissing my chest.

“Milo my dear, I’ve missed you so much.” She says between kisses.

“Britt?” I slowly say, “how is this possible, I mean I lowered you and our child in the ground. You should be in Hel’s hall my love.”

“I know Milo, I can’t explain what happened, I was sitting in her hall with my relatives and parents then I end up back in Midgard being held by you just like old times,” she says on the verge of tears.

I wrap my arms tight around Sunset as I cry, “Britt I have been so alone without you,” I stammer out between sobs.

“I know my love, seeing you is a shock but I see you have some new scars and a tattoo, you’re still wearing my Mjöllnir as well,” she says as she holds it in her hand.

“It never leaves my neck, except for when I shower. And for my scars, the one on my chest was purely accidental when I was working with dad, but the one around my neck… It was a month after I buried you.” I explain to her about what’s happened between that day and now, “I hung myself, I’m not proud of it.”

She slaps me across the face and starts hitting my chest with balled up fists. Tears in her eyes she angrily yells at me, “what the fuck is wrong with you Miles Edward Blackwood, hanging yourself and out of all the stupid SHIT we’ve done, that you’ve done; this is by far the most idiotic!”

“Britt,” I calmly say while taking a barrage of punches on my exposed chest.

“NO!! Why did you think that was a good idea, you know the gods would punish you and damn your soul for self slaughter and you wouldn’t go to Valhalla or Hel’s hall if you were successful!” She cries into my chest as I pull her close and hold her tightly.

“I know my love, when I woke up in the hospital confused and alone I met one of the doctors who was making the rounds, he wore a brilliant blue lab coat. He didn’t say much to me but he told me something I will never forget.” I said while shaking slightly, “he said to me: ‘now you know what death feels like by your own hand and you have gained knowledge that is not meant for you here in Midgard, you still have much ahead of you Milo and it will be filled with lies, deceit, and treachery by those closest to you. Now rest, for you start your long journey tomorrow.’ Then I passed out and next time I woke up I was being discharged from hospital.”

“My love you met Odin, the Allfather. Sounded like he was giving you a warning but also telling you that something life changing would happen,” she said to me as she looked up into my eyes after giving me a soft kiss on my neck, “it seems like your friend here is waking up, I will give you this last comfort before I return to Hel’s hall. Our child, he is strong and fearless just like his dad is.”

I hold her tightly and kiss her deeply then the feeling of electricity was gone, “I will meet you again in death for together we are bound by love and blood.” That was the last thing Britt said before Sunset woke up from her trance.

“I love you Britt, always will my darling.” I softly whisper in Sunset’s ear.

“Ugghh what happened?” Sunset asked, “it felt like magic pulled me from my body but I was still seeing everything but not being able to do anything.”

“I don’t know what happened exactly but one minute you were touching my scar that Britt gave me on my chest near my shoulder then you got this thousand yard stare and the next thing I knew I was having a conversation with my fiancé.” I told her as I sat down on the couch shaking a bit from what had just happened.

“So she took over my body and I was riding passenger while you two talked?” Sunset asked, the confusion in her voice apparent.

“I guess, none of the magic that have witnessed or practiced has ever given me a result like that, it’s more subtle.” I tell her while rubbing the scar on my neck.

“Wait hold up, you can use magic; but that’s impossible in this world.” Sunset stammers out looking me over for an explanation.

“Yea, my fiancé called me The Black Berserker once, I had gotten in a fight with this kid who had been bullying Britt, I had beat the kid so badly he had to go to hospital, later I found out I fractured his eye socket, broke his nose in three places, and completely broke his elbow to where it was just hanging limply at his side which in doing so I dislocated his shoulder as well. After that Britt told me that I have something called berserker rage.” I told Sunset as she looked at me with weary glances slowly moving away from me in the process, “don’t worry I won’t attack someone out of the blue, only if I’m in a fight or am defending someone else.”

“That still doesn’t make me feel any better, you know that right.” Sunset states as she is on the other side of the couch.

“Oh I know, I almost lost control when I was beating that kid in the lunch room the other day, but when I saw he couldn’t fight back all that rage just disappeared and I went on my way.” I told her, looking her directly in the eyes.

I get up from my spot on the couch my knees crack and pop as I slowly make my way over to the record player and take the needle off, shitting down the system, “you want a drink?” I ask Sunset as she watches me move across the living room to the kitchen.

“I’ve got some cola, water, tea cold or hot , or I could make some coffee.” I ask from the kitchen.

“Im fine, thank you for the offer,” Sunset called from the couch, still keeping an eye on me wondering if I will do anything violent, “can I ask you something?”

I turn to face her placing my hands on the Island counter, “what do you wanna know,” I say to her.

“Why”

“Why what?”

“Why did you beat that guy in the lunch room?”

I chuckle lightly, “thats really what you want to know, not how I can be so violent one moment and be perfectly calm the next?” I ask her, giving a small smile.

“Well that kinda ties into the question I’m asking, I’ve never met a person that can be extremely violent but also be totally calm after it’s over,” Sunset was puzzled at how it’s even possible.

“I can’t explain it, it just happens. There’s something in me that snaps and I loose myself then as quick as it comes, it goes,” I try and explain to her but I can see she is lost, “you’d have to see me in a fight to know what I’m talking about.”

“I did see you in the lunch room, constantly head-butting that guy, the look in your eyes was something I’ve never seen. They looked almost animalistic but also like you were another person entirely, it was scary to watch you so brutally beat someone,” She states as she gets up from her spot walking over to me.

“And you’re worried that I might do it again?”

“Yea”

“It might happen again if I’m pushed far enough,” I say coldly.

“Would you defend someone, or would you just walk away?”

“I don’t know”

“What if someone was harassing me or my friends?”

“Depends, on the circumstance,” I reply with a long sigh, “why are you asking me these questions anyways?”

“Because I want to know your character and what kind of person you are,” Sunset retorts with a huff.

“You won’t get anywhere just by asking questions, you have to be involved and look at the actions of a person to know what kind of person they are,” I say quietly as I rummaged through the cabinet for a bottle of booze I hid.

“What are you looking for?”

“A bottle of booze I hid down here, it should be right, ah here it is!” I triumphantly remark as I pull the bottle of whiskey from the back of cabinet.

“No, you are not drinking, put it back!” Sunset cried as she rushed to grab the bottle from my hand.

“Sunset if you make me drop this bottle,” I bark out angrily pushing her to the side with my free hand, keeping the bottle close to me as I do so.

“Milo, please don’t,” she says to me looking at me with pleading eyes.

“Drink with me then cause drinking alone sucks.”

“No, put the bottle back!”

“Fine, then you can either leave or drink with me.” I say as I walk over to the cabinet where the cocktail glasses are and set two down on the counter, cracking the seal and popping the cork out of the bottle I let the whiskey breath a bit before pouring it into the two glasses that sat side by side.

“One drink, I’m still feeling that joint from earlier,” Sunset huffs as she gives in.

First Round

“So where do you come from Sunset Shimmer?” I ask her while taking a slow sip from my glass.

“Well that’s complicated to explain,” she replies with hesitation.

“Let me guess, you’re from another world but you’ve made this one your home because there’s no going back to your old one,” I say dryly

“Pinkie pie told you didn’t she,” Sunset said flatly.

“Yup, but I don’t really mind where you come from anyways,” I tell her with a small smirk growing on my lips.

Second Round

I pour another glass for the both of us and stare vacantly in my glass as Sunset swirls the amber liquid around in hers.

“So why did Rarity act so shallow earlier, I didn’t expect that from her at all but I kinda figured that she’d pull something.” I ask in a monotone voice.

“Shes not normally like that at all so sorry again for her behavior, she can get tunnel vision when she has an idea of when she gets inspiration.” Sunset tells me, bringing the second glass up to her lips and taking a slow sip of the whiskey.

“Its fine I’m use to those types of people in my life,” I tell her while setting my glass down with a small clink as the glass met the granite countertop, “you should meet my adoptive mom, complete control freak, has to have everything done her way.”

“Sorry to hear that, wait you’re adopted?” Sunset slurs, the alcohol getting to her.

“Yea, I don’t know my real parents and whenever I talk about it or bring up that topic Sarah freaks the fuck out and tells me to drop it. I think she’s afraid of me leaving to find my real mom, but my adoptive dad on the other hand doesn’t mind if I find them or don’t.” I say, slightly feeling the buzz of the drink I have in my hand.

“So will you find them?”

“Don’t know, probably never will with all these secrets that surround my adoption.”

“I’m sorry.”

I finish the remaining whiskey in my glass and start to pour another round when Sunset gives me a look, she reaches out a hand and grabs the bottle tipping it upright.

“I think this is enough for tonight,” she slured out, I look at the small amount in my glass then back to Sunset, I down what I poured and cork the bottle.

“Well, I’m not letting you drive home and Rarity is probably pissed at me for well, being me and I bet she’d be pissed at you for leaving or something like that.

“Don’t suppose you have a spare bed I could borrow for the night?” Her speech was slurred and she was gently swaying from side to side.

“I don’t but you can sleep with me, my parents won’t be home till tomorrow evening.” I tell her as I put away the bottle of whiskey.

“I’m not that type of girl Milo.” She says in a serious tone.

“I know, I’m not that type of guy to take advantage of an inebriated person like that,” I say to her as I turn to look in her eyes.

Sunset tries to walk to the stairs but stumbles a bit, holding onto the wall for support. I walk up beside her barely feeling the wobble like she is and scoop her into my arms.

“What are you doing, I can walk just fine on my own!” She huffs out, her cheeks are flushed and her breath smells like whiskey and weed.

“Obviously you can’t walk straight and I’ve been drinking since freshman year, so, tolerance I guess.” I fire back, my speech only slightly slurred.

“Put me down!” Begging as she whines out in protest.

I make it past the landing heading up the stairs, I only have three steps to go but Sunset starts to flail in my arms trying to escape.

“If you keep doing that imma drop you,” I tell her, a playful tone in my voice.

She glares up at me as I gently kick open my door, “so this is your room, it’s nice,” her words mixed together as the alcohol washes over her.

“Thanks?” I tell her, making my way over to the queen size bed.

“Ooohhh, yooouuu haaavvees a guitar, plllaayyy meeee a sooonnngg.” She is drunk, and her words are drawn out when she speaks.

“You really want to hear me sing?”

“Yyyesss.”

“Fine, one song.” I tell her as I lay her down on the end of the bed.

I make my way over to the stool by my desk, pick up the 12string guitar Britt gave me. The custom fret inlays are our personal runes while the back of the guitar she engraved my bind rune and a very detailed Mjöllnir. I strum out some chords making sure everything is in tune first.

“I didn’t think I’d be singing one of my songs to someone, but here it is,” I say, the numbing feeling washing over me and the dull buzz from the whiskey reverberating in my body. “This one is for my fiancé, I love you so much Britt and I miss you every day my love.”

I start to pick the first few lines as Sunset watches me intently as she shifts into a prone position, feet crossed over one another in the air gently rocking back and forth in time with my playing.

Some people live their dreams and some are in a nightmare, others had their dream come true but in this moment I don’t have you. I can clearly see the last time I held you, the way your hair smelled like the summer rain but I didn’t know it would be the last time before you went away.
Now I’m here without you barely holding on and trying to survive, I have the scar when I first met you and your warmth still lingers in my bed at night.

My love I’d trade places in an instant just to see you one last time, to hold you in my arms again just to call you mine. But my dragons keep circling around me telling me to end my life, I can’t go on like this forever because without you I’m loosing my mind.
I pray to the gods to hold you until we meet again my love, I still remember what you said to me, that living is easy when you’re with me my dear, and from then on I was in love.

Lowering you down was the hardest thing I had to face knowing you won’t be around. My soul went with you and our son into the ground. And living without you makes it hard to stand and fight since my dragons have taken me for a ride but some how I survived all this time, I don’t know what I’ll do next or if I even will move on. I don’t think I can move on, no— I— do–nt think that I can move on.

As I am lost in the music I feel the same feeling as before in the living room, it’s a lot more powerful but not by much. Pouring every fiber of my being, every ounce of my love into one song, I open my eyes briefly to see Sunset wiping away tears from her face as I slowly pick the last chord before almost collapsing off the stool.

“How, how is this possible?” Sunset chokes out.

“Well it’s not that hard a song to play, it’s only a C chord and Fmaj chord for the main progression, then a walk down to Em7 for the bridge and into a G chord back to C and F for the chorus and last verse with a walk down to that Em7 chord again, while flourishing in an Fmaj7th chord when I play the Fmaj chords. Really not that difficult.” I state as if it is something easy like riding a bike.

“No not that, beautiful lyrics although a bit depressing, you transformed like the girls and I do when playing music. Although yours is much darker than what happens to us.” Sunset exclaims as she gets up from the bed and takes small steps over to me.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, care to explain a bit more?” I say with a weak voice, my energy gone from my body as I place the guitar in the stand.

Sunset takes out her phone and takes a picture of me, “look for yourself,” she says with a shaky voice.

I take her phone from her hand and see what she is talking about. There I am with a dark pair of wings coming from my back radiating this blackish purple aura from them.

“What the fuck, is this a filter or something?” I question, my tone filled with confusion and suspicion.

“No, there’s no filter on this pic, that’s you and you have wings, black wings. I haven’t seen anything like this outside of the girls, do you have a pen?” Sunset asks, the last part a bit more frantic bordering on manic.

“Here.”

“Thanks, damn my journal is at Rarity’s. Fuck!”

“Well let’s get it.”

“Milo it’s one in the morning,” Sunset says the slur completely gone from her voice.

“Well we either go over there now or wait till tomorrow and get it first thing in the morning,” I reply to her as I get up and take my shirt off.

“What are you doing?” As the words left her lips I toss the shirt in the corner of the room.

I start to take my jeans off to get a bit more comfortable, sleep is finding me and I am fading fast. Sunset blushes as she realizes I am getting onto my side of the bed. “Im going to sleep, normally I sleep nude but this will do since you’re sleeping right next to me,” I say as I let out a yawn.

“Oh no, you said you had another bed,” she exclaims as her eyes go up and down my body.

“I said I didn’t have an extra bed, and that you’ll have to share with me. Besides I am crossfaded right now so major whiskey dick.” I tell her, pulling the covers half way up on my body leaving my torso exposed.

“I still don’t feel comfortable sleeping in the same bed with you, no offense to you but it doesn’t feel right,” Sunset says softly as she hangs her head.

“I get it, I’ll be on the couch if you need me,” I get up and take a pillow off my side and head for the door, “night.”

I close the door behind me and leave Sunset in my room, I hear a muffled good night from behind the closed door as I make it down the stairs.

I mosey on over to the couch tossing my pillow at one end and taking the folded blanket draped over the back. There’s a light knock at the door stopping me from the warm embrace of sleep, I slowly head out of the living room and down the hallway to the front door. I open it and see Rarity standing outside looking worried.

“What,” I bluntly ask the girl.

“Is Sunset here?” The fashionista asks, slight concern in her voice.

“She’s asleep in my room, what do you need her for?” My tone like ice as I look over Rarity.

“Well I just had this feeling and I thought I might check on her is all,” she weakly says, almost withering under my cold stare.

“She’s fine, drunkenly sleeping, but fine; now if you would be so kind as to fuck off so I can get back to what I was doing that would be great. Sunset will be over in the morning,” I bluntly tell her as I start to close the door.

A hand reaches in and stops me, the look in Rarity’s eyes was something I’ve never seen on another person. She tries to force her way through only to be stopped by running into my chest, looking up at me with eyes that could kill didn’t phase me.

“Let me through, this is important,” she says while still trying to get past me.

“Let me guess, it’s about her journal?”

“How did, not important, what is important is that she gets it.”

“Still not letting you in unless you can make me move from this spot and force your way past.”

“Why are you such an ass, I’m trying to get this to Sunset!” Rarity yells at me while holding up a decorative leather bound book with a two tone orangish yellow and red sun with a purple star burst on one side while the other has a red sun flare.

“Well, isn’t that interesting,” I mumble under my breath, “there are only two ways that this can go down, you force your way in here and I drop you on the floor, or you can give me the journal and I’ll take it to Sunset,” I tell my prissy next door neighbor, the tone in my voice was short.

“Fine, looks like I’ll have to force my way in!” She yells at me.

I feel a solid force smash into my left side almost knocking me down, regaining my balance I see Rarity slip past from the small opening she made. I lunge forward only to be stopped by a translucent white barrier in front of me, “what the fuck!” I yell out.

My rage building up inside me as I start to pound on the barrier, red fills my vision as I start to punch the barrier. Rarity has a smirk on her face that turns to horror as the shield starts to crack, “how, that’s impossible!” She stammers out in complete shock.

One last punch and the shield shatters then disappears into the either, “now you’ve pissed me off, if you don’t want to die I suggest you leave,” I growl out, my fist bloody from punching at the shield.

“You broke through.” Rarity’s voice was quiet, barely above a whisper.

I slowly march forward till I am half an arms length away from her, “your concentration needs work if you want to hold your shield spell, steel your resolve and fight!” I yell out, my voice distorted into a growl as I grab her throat.

My hand like a vice around her neck, the tiny gasps and chokes for air are like music to my ears, “Milo, stop!” A voice yells, I look past Rarity and see Sunset standing behind her.

“Sun…se…t he…hel….p” Rarity gasps out, my hand still around her throat squeezing tightly.

“MILO I said stop, let her go.” Sunset commanded but my grip only tightened.

Sunset walks past Rarity who is trying to break free from my ever tightening grasp around her neck, placing a hand on my outstretched arm, “Milo please don’t, you’re going to kill her!” The fiery haired girl said while trying forcing my hand off her friend’s neck.

One of Rarity’s shields hit my face making me let go of her as I fall back, my nose broken as blood pours over my mouth, I hold my nose as I regain my footing while the gasps and wheezes coming from Rarity fill the hallway.

“Rarity, are you okay?”

“Y…ye….s I….I…m fi…ine darling, here’s your journal, it’s been buzzing non stop for the past half hour.” Rarity coughs out while sucking as much air into her lungs as possible.

“Shallow breaths, Diamond Shield.” I chuckle out, still holding my nose I inhale sharply and spat out the blood in my mouth onto the hardwood floor, “I’m getting another drink.”

Sunset eyes me carefully as I walk past her and Rarity who has now gotten to her feet. She walks with her arm around Rarity’s waist into the living room and sets her down on the couch.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” Sunset screams at me.

“She attacked me first,” I bark at her, spitting the blood that is pooling in my mouth into the kitchen sink.

“Still that’s no excuse to do what you did, you could have killed her!” Sunset angrily says to me as she marches over and slaps me on the back of the head.

“No I wouldn’t have,” I say between spitting out blood, I take a sip of whiskey to wash down any blood in my throat, “diamond shield said something about your journal and how it was buzzing or something.”

Sunset looks over to Rarity who is still on the couch taking slightly deeper breaths now. Sunset walks into the hall and finds her journal on the floor buzzing away like a cell phone on vibrate, picking it up and opening it to read what was sent to her.

Sunset,
I am writing to you to let you know what I have found on that name you gave me, Blackwood. After talking with Princess Luna about it she faintly remembers the name, she told me that there was a Pegasus soldier who was most feared on the battlefield, some called him The Black Berserker or The Black Angel, he was mostly know for his brutality and rage in battle.

I am coming over so I can see if the description of the pony matches the person in your world, I will be here at 7:00am your time.

–Princess Twilight Sparkle