Blood, Guts and Redemption

The streets where dowsed in rain, the sheet I had taken was soaking wet and I was colder than ever. The streets of Canterlot were nothing like I expected, I was expecting something more like Ponyville. Wooden houses, with thatch roofs, not giant buildings that look like they are made of marble. If I could have, I probably would have stolen a block of marble to sell and pay of my student loans back home. Home... I haven't thought of home in a long, long time. Back when I was normal, back before I was cursed. But with what I have done, there is no going back to that life.

I looked down at my hands and remembered all those I have killed and hurt. It didn't matter now, what's done is done and more people where going to die as long as I lived. So best course of action, return to the forest next to Ponyville. It was the safest place I could think of, well safe for me at least, the ponies, not so much. It was the perfect place to hide. Uncountably Twilight, will send the whole royal guard after me once she notices I'm gone.

I continued through the streets, trying to find a quicker way to Ponyville. I could have been walking in circles, all the streets looked the same. When I was going to give up and hide somewhere, I found a set of train tracks. Where there were tracks, there were trains. I slowly followed them them, hoping they would lead me somewhere useful. As luck would have it, they did indeed lead somewhere useful, Canterlot Train Station to be precise. Well at least that's what I believed it to be.

I slowly crept closer to the station, being carful not to walk out in to the open. As I got closer I heard the sounds of three distinct voices. Two stallions, one much younger than the other and a mare.

"How many crates do we have left?" One of the stallions said.

"Only four more sir." The mare responded.

"Alright let's get them loaded up quickly, we want them at Ponyville tonight."

Ponyville. This was my ticket out of this city. I crept closer and closer to the voices and peaked around a corner. There they were, the three ponies. They were lifting crates up on to a train. It looked like a cargo train, which made it perfect for me. I crept around the ponies, being carful not to walk in to their line of sight.

I made my way to the rear of the train before climbing on board. I hid myself between two crates and hoped no one would get on board with me. Thankfully that didn't happen. I heard the ponies yell to the driver that all the crates where on board. Not a minute after that, the train began to move.

The train let out a whistle as it began to pick up speed. For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt free. I felt like an unstoppable force. But whith these feelings, came thoughts. Who where the ponies who brought me back from the dead and more importantly why? They claimed they wanted to be like me. I assumed that they wanted to be monsters, just like me. The questions crawled through my head, demanding answers. But non came, just the questions over and over.

I hadn't even realised we had arrived at Ponyville until I heard a stallion yell. I toom that as my cue to get off the train and find a place to hide. The town looked different from when I last saw it. It still had the same basic structure of houses but there where more of them with some enhancements. I could say I was impressed at the progress the ponies had made, but who am I kidding, they still don't have the internet. God I miss the internet.

I began to make my way through the town and towards the forest. Even after all these years I could still remember where it was. Memories flooded back in to my head, memories of stealing food and sneaking around in the night.

I continued to walk before I came across a pretty over the top sight. Where the tree house library used to be stood a tall crystal tree house? Honestly I didn't like it. Didn't fit with the rest of the town. With a grown and a bad memory I marched on towards the forest, swiping a loaf of bred from a passing food stall. Even after all these years they still don't put their food away.

After a while I saw it, I found it. The Everfree Forest. A wave of nostalgia hit me like a truck... and it felt amazing. I took a bite from the loaf of bred and marched in to the forest.

The forest hadn't changed much. Ian why would it. It was a forest after all. But it had indeed changed. The ponies had made roads in to it and set up a few houses. I made sure to stay clear of them. Didn't want to attract any unwanted attention. I had one target in mind... my cave, the place I could home.

I walked deeper in to the forest. The dirt, rocks and sticks under my feet felt amazing. Never in my life did I think I would be happy to walk barefoot in a forest. I quickened my pace, exited to return to my home away from home. I don't know what was in the air but it felt like the forest welcomed my return, as if it was happy I was back.

I slowed down as I saw it come in to view. My cave it looked identical to how I left it. Atleast from the outside. I began to take the sheet I was using as a cloak off. I would've smiled if I psychically could've. But I didn't need to.

I approached the mouth of the cave and threw the sheet to the side. I sighed in relief that I had made it back. But that relief was short lived. There was an loud growl from deeper in the cave. I looked in to the darkness and watched as a bear ran out of the darkness at me.

I moved to one side and let the bear pass me. It turned and looked at me with a fierce gaze. I looked back with a gaze more powerful. This animal had taken refuge in my cave, my home while I was absent! No I couldn't have that. With all the power in body I let out a roar and sprinted at the bear. It tried to run but I was already on top of it. I bit in to it's neck and held of tightly. Despite it's efforts it couldn't shake me off. My hand came up to it's face and I grasped it's head. My other arm slashed at the bears body.

I felt the bear begin to lose strength. My jaws let go for just a moment before clamping back down and thrashing the bear neck. It stopped moving after a while and I let it drop to the floor. Blood pooled out of the bears mouth. I moved down to the bears side and slashed it open with my claws. I ripped in to it with my jaws and I savoured every bite.

I was back and nothing, no one could stop me.