Chapter One: a Knightmare
(warning, quite a bit of comedy and fourth-wall-breaking present)

Pain…

That's all that Michael felt as he came to. He tried to move his limbs, but they felt like they were screaming in agony. Like a fire was burning up each of his limbs.

‘Where am I?’ he hazily thought as his senses began to clear.

He heard the gentle crackling of fire echo all around him, accompanied by the distant wails of some approaching emergency vehicle sirens.

He tried to feel his body, but his mind reeled back as it fully possessed his pain, but there wasn’t time to complain.

Pushing through the pain he felt the rough gravel of the road, his weight causing the gravel to slightly stab into his skin.

The gentle breeze hit his skin as it carried smoke to his nose, but with the smoke was another smell.

Burning flesh.

Confused, He mustered up whatever energy he had left and lifted his head slightly, to see bodies.

Some of them looked to have been caught in an explosion as they burned away, others were riddled with bullets as the remnants of two small miniguns lay destroyed on the ground, but some were killed by a couple of bullets, their bodies rather close to him.

He suddenly became aware of a weight in his right hand, he slightly turned his head to his hand and saw a pistol, a .45 ACP from the looks of it. He realised something as terror and disgust wiped through his mind.

He had killed them.

It wasn’t his first time of course, but he had never been directly responsible for the deaths of others, he had organised murders, “accidents” and assassinations, but had never done the killing himself, until now. He looked over suddenly remembering something, only to be shocked beyond belief.

He saw the dead bodies of his parents, executed like common filth as their cold lifeless bodies lay dead on the grass in front of the now burning remnants of the mansion

He tried to gulp down the fluid that had gathered up in his mouth only to find it tasted odd.

He focused on the taste of the liquid in his mouth.

It wasn’t spit, but it tasted like iron - blood.

He started to choke as he drowned in his own blood, he started to lose consciousness before hearing ponies running up to the area.

He noticed that the sirens were blaring away nearby, and looked to see ponies and strange costumes start to investigate.

‘Heros? Too late to stop the death this time’ he thought grimly as he finally lost consciousness.

Pov: Michael John Rider

Time: Unknown

Location: Unknown

I wake to the sound of a steady beeping sound as I slowly yet surely woke myself up.

My eyes fluttered open as they got used to a bright light shining into them until finally after about 30 minutes, give or take a minute or two I regained my sight.

I stared up in confusion at the pure white ceiling above me, I sniffed the air, expecting to be greeted by the smell of smoke and burning flesh that I had been smelling before I blacked out, only to be surprised by the smell of disinfectant with a mix of hand sanitiser.

‘I know this smell’ I thought to myself as I began to shuffle myself into an upright sitting position and looked around, around me was a room with white marble-like floor tiles, pure white walls with a blue strip about half a metre thick running along the middle of the wall. It was a small single room, with only one bed.

There were machines surrounding me, I could firmly identify most of them. A heart rate monitor to the right of me. The source of the noise that had awakened me was located at the head of my bed. An AC above me on the wall making the air cold, a fire detector on the ceiling accompanied by a sprinkler, and an idle TV placed on the wall across from my bed, there was an IV stand to the left of me, in between the space separating the bed and the wall.

I was beyond confused.

I threw the blanket off and saw my clothed body as I got off the bed, I stretched and looked around before making my way towards the door.

Before I stopped dead in my tracks.

Something wasn’t right, pieces weren’t wielding together true, I turned back around and looked more closely, the air was cold, yet walking towards and sticking my hand out in front of the AC,

no cold air was blowing out.

I listened closely, this was a hospital. Yet it was dead silent.

‘I’ve been in enough hospitals from my time in high school to know the no matter the time, the place, and the country, hospitals were always busy, I should at least be hearing the shuffling of nurses' and doctors' feet alike as they quietly try to move in between locations in the hospital’ I thought to myself as I looked around more, another thing the came across my eyes and ears was the fact the heart monitor was still beeping, now this could be explained if I were in a multi-person room but I wasn’t, then there’s the fact that I didn’t have to disconnect and tubes or wires, or the fact that I was fully clothed still, mask and all, they would have stripped me down and put me in a hospital gown.

‘Something is wrong, something is horribly wrong, I know it’ I said inside my head as I began piecing it all together.

‘Heartbeat is still being monitored, lack of pain and any presence of any hospital staff, fully clothed, and still cold’ I thought for a while until I could come to only one conclusion.

“This isn’t real” I said to myself, the ground began to crack as I looked to my feet, and the ground began giving way as I yelled out and fell.

Pov: third person

Time: none

Location: none

Darkness, it was all he could see and feels as he fell for an unknown amount of time until a bright light assaulted his vision as he felt the falling sensation stop along with feeling his body move into an upright position and his feet planted firmly on the darkness that he once fell through,

Confused and dazed, he turned to see a figure in a cloak, their face obscured by the hood of said cloak, their head slightly pointed down until it shot up to meet his gaze. They stared at each other for what felt like years before finally, the cloaked figure spoke

“ fucking bastard, why couldn’t you just go along with the illusion huh? Well, that’s to be expected I guess considering who you are” the figure chuckled out the last bit as he insulted Michael- Michael? We both know he- the fourth-wall-breaking figure was then drop-kicked out of the fourth dimension and back into his own by the author, before continuing the story

Michael stepped back in shock before regaining his composure, somehow the figure's voice was familiar. Michael replied to the figure.

“And just who am I to you huh? And who are you for that matter?!” Michael yelled out. He was pissed, who was this person? Why did his voice sound so familiar?

The man chuckled before closing the distance between him and Michael.

“Aren’t there better questions to ask right now?” the figure said in a mocking tone as he stood before Michael, Michael thought for a moment before replying.

“Where am I?” Michael said as he asked the more important question, why hadn’t he asked before? Had he simply forgotten, no that can’t be it, so why? Why hadn’t he even thought about where he was?

At this point, the figure chuckled before speaking again.

“You know exactly where we are” the figure spoke, his words echoing throughout Michaels's mind. His mind.

Michael's eyes shot wide open in shock as he realised where they were, he took a step back, tripping over an invisible object and crashing into the ground.
Michael looked at the figure in shock and confusion before speaking once again.

“We’re in my mind?” Michael uttered out as he stared at the figure. How was the figure here then?

“Correction, ‘our’ mind” the figure spoke to Michael, moving slightly closer to him as Michael replied,

“What do you mean by ‘our mind’?” Michael said, angered as he looked up at the now seemingly looming figure, the figure laughed before moving his hands to his hood as he replied.

“I mean our mind, as in we’re one in the same” the figure removed his hood to reveal, Michael? The figure's fur and hair were darker, and their eyes slightly glowed, but they were identical to Michael, Michael quickly replied as he shot up and backpedalled away

“Who the fuck are you!?” Michael yelled as he stared at the figure and pure shock and terror as the figure chuckled

“I’m you, well, the smarter side of you, you may call me, Fox,” the now identified Fox said as he wore an arrogant smirk before continuing to speak.

“And you are Knight,” Fox said as he pointed to Michael.

Michael was beyond confused as he replied to fox

“Knight? What the fuck are you talking about jackass, My name is Michael, Michael John Rider” Michael said, offended at this asshole claiming to be him

Fox shook his head as he looked at Michael like he was looking at a mental person before speaking.

“You just don’t get it, neither of us is Michael, just different parts of his personality, You’re the goodie two shoes that are held back by his morals, aka the reason why he hasn’t brought the world to its knees, and I’m the businessman, the one who makes the tough decisions that bring in the dough.”
Michael was Shocked, but, was even more shocked when he could deny anything, deep down inside he knew it was true, Knight looked at him speechlessly as Fox continued

“But enough of that, I’m here to make an offer” Knight looked at Fox before speaking slowly. He had to go with the flow, it was his only way to keep sane
(authors note: yes this is my way of explaining why the story may feel rushed, blame writer's block and my inexperience)

“Okay ... what's your damn offer” Knight spoke as Fox looked at him with a pleased face before continuing.

“Ah so there is a brain in there after all, well then, my offer is simple, let me take control of the body” Knight froze as he proceeds to fully process Fox’s offer before stuttering out a reply

“W-what d-do you mean take control of the b-body?” Knight said as Fox looked at him with a disappointed expression before sighing, and then beginning to elaborate

“Well you see, currently we lay in a hospital bed, in a comatose-like state, not a mere coma, our body, in reality, is turned off I guess you can say, without a personality to control it, it can not function, and before you ask and more stupid questions, I’ll answer them for you, due to what happened in the morning today and what happened when we got Kitt, our sanity was extremely weakened, due to the morals that held us back, when we learned of the indecent involving Tirek a full-scale mental breakdown occurred but was unable to be attended to due to the kidnapping of our parents, so the wound kept festering until it turned fatal, and, like a concussion, when we lost consciousness, our personality split, now with that out of the way, I will give you two options 1: let me take control and I’ll keep you around, or 2…things get ugly” Fox said ending his lecture with a dark note as he looked at Knight.

Knight didn’t know what to think but he did now he had to ask one very important question, Knight gulped as he spoke.

“If I give control, what will you do when you get back to the real world” Knight asked as Fox Hummed, thinking how he should reply, and even if he should reply.

“A reasonable question, one that I shall answer, I will rebuild, with losing our position in dead sec I’ll need to rebuild, thankfully with our contacts it won’t be hard,” Fox said as Knight listened, but there was one very important thing he didn’t hear.

“And what about our parents?” Knight asked Fox, fox’s turned to one of confusion as he asked.

“What about our parents?” Knight was getting pissed beyond belief now.

“Our parents were murdered right in front of our eyes, how will you avenge them?” Knight asked, his voice filling with anger as he glared at Fox waiting for an answer.

“Simple, I won’t, while their deaths are tragic I can’t afford to go toe to toe with dead sec, it would be extremely unprofitable,” Fox said in a monotone voice, Knight was beyond furious, he was absolutely, positively vivid, Knight lunged forward and grabbed Fox by the collar of his cloak using both hands, and with all the might he could muster, he threw his head back, and head-butted Fox, pulling Fox towards him as he did it, he heard a sickening crack as Fox’s forehead was cracked and bruised beyond belief, Knight then stepped back, and spartan kicked Fox onto his ass before yelling out.

“There is no way in Hell that I am letting a cold bastard like you take control of my body, you little piece of shit!” Knight said as he reared his foot back, and delivered a blow to Fox’s family jewels.

Fox’s eyes shot open as he screamed out in pain, clutching his now badly bruised crouch he slowly stood back up as he looked at Knight, rage filling his eyes as he glared at Knight, finally after a moment, Fox fought through the pain, he spoke.

“I gave you a chance, and you spit in my face, alright, have it your way” Fox snapped his fingers as four shadow figures appeared, their bodies distorted and disfigured their groans came out as distorted and nightmarish as they charged at him. Knight was able to dodge, just barely, three of them, but the other one hit him.

Knight reeled back in agony as an unimaginable amount of pain shot through his body, like he had been tased times ten, he punched the creature with a strong right hook before jumping back landing on his ass as he scooted away from the monster.

He tried to get up but found that the ground stuck to him like tar, his hands slightly sunk in as he tried to yank them out. He screamed as he was pulled into the now tar darkness as Fox muttered out one last sentence.

“Maybe you’ll learn once you’ve spent some time in the dark” before Knight was taken by the dark.

Journal Entry one: I found this journal in a building while looking for weapons. I know it doesn’t matter since I’m in my mind, but I need something to keep me sane, okay, um guess I should bring you up to date journal, when I was sucked into the darkness I got a falling feeling that last for an unknown amount of time, till I finally crash landed in what appears to be a city, an exact recreation of manehattan, I looked around and travelled a bit, I first attempted to call for help, but the city is void of any and all life, there isn’t any power and even then how the hell would I get signal inside my mind, and for that matter what the hell would I say, ‘hey my name is not Michael John Rider but I’m still him kinda, I’m trapped in my mind, could you please send help?’ yeah no fuckin’ way, I wondered for a bit before making terrorizing discoveries, the city was crawling with that creature, those shadows, I’ve started to study them and have found out- shit, they’re comin’ gotta go.

Journal Entry 2

Been a while, maybe…. I don’t even fucking know, to be honest time is a distorted blur for me, I don’t know if days, years or centuries have passed by, anyway, got myself a double barrel shotgun, found it in a cabin in the woods while dodging a patrol of those creatures, most likely it was a hunting cabin, found some buckshot, a backpack, a hunting knife and of course, the shotgun.
Got about 42 shells, most of which I’m storing in my backpack, I only got about 20 including the shells in my shotgun on hand to use quickly, as I write this I’m sitting under a tree, across from me by about 30 metres is a fence, behind the fence lays what appears to be a high school, Something tells me I should loot it, Don’t know what though. I see quite of few of those shadow bastards wandering about in the field, probably quite a few inside as well, but I’ve had to fight dodge and even fight quite a few of those bastards during my time here

I’m confident that I can slip past the ones outside without getting spotted, and with my new toy, I should be able to take care of any inside.

Pov: Knight

Time: Unknown

Location: A high school

Knight stood up from under the tree he was under as he gazed towards the school in front of him, he crouched down and started creeping towards the fence, the short grass quickly giving way under his feet as he quietly moved, he’d gotten better at sneaking, having to avoid those shadows helped with that. It wasn’t cold, nor was it hot as he crept towards the fence, reaching it, he jumped up and climbed over the fence.

Grunting as he landed, his legs slightly bending to accommodate his rough landing, but otherwise, nothing went wrong, he quickly and quietly crept across the field as he made his way to an open window……

He arrived to the window as he silently climbed through it,

As he entered he was just about given a heart attack as the familiar sound of a school bell suddenly rang, catching Knight off guard as he tumbled to the ground.

He got up, groaning as he rubbed the side of his head, evident that he had hit it during the fall.

He stopped nursing his new head injury to look around the room he was in, there was several Bunsen burners, beakers and science books and pretty much every thing you’d expect to be in a lab, it was clear that this was a classroom used for science lessons

There were 8 counters in 2 rows of 4, each counter being about 4 metres long and a little over half a metre wide, each one had a sink in the middle of the counter and 2 double-topped taps with a yellow knob on top spread on each side of the sink, that from his or rather Michaels experience, were for connecting Benson burner hoses in order to get gas which then would be lit.

At the end of the calls was a slightly elevated platform which had a desk and behind said desk was a whiteboard.

The room was extremely familiar to him, probably because Michael's best subject was science, with his worst being social studies.

Knight walked through the middle of the counters his right hand softly gilding on one of the counters, before making his way towards the door, opening it he stepped out into a hallway, each wall had blue lockers plaster across them, only giving way to doors, drinking fountains, staircases and crossroads to new hallways.

He felt a pull to his right like an invisible force was trying to lead him somewhere, the same one that made him come here.

‘Fuck it’ He thought as he followed the force, shotgun in hand, as he went he heard something, it was faint, and familiar, in front of him he could hear a low mocking laugh, behind him he could hear the quiet whispering of gossipers as he slowly walked, yet he could still hear the echos of his shoes hitting the ground.

He stopped as he heard a crash from behind him.

He whipped around as he saw one of those shadows, its movements were sluggish, it looked at him as he backed away, it rushed him stumbling as it quickly made its way to Knight.

Knight brought his shotgun up and aimed, waiting for the creature until it got about 5 metres away from him, sure he could have fired earlier, if he had slugs, but he didn’t, not that buckshot was bad, just at longer ranges fewer pellets are likely to hit, and he wasn’t sure if these things had organs for them to hit. Plus he only had #3 buck which wasn’t the most damaging size but still good.

Firing his shotgun as the creature came, the pellets shot out of one of the barrels as they ripped through the sorry excuse for the flesh of the creature as it exploded in a mist.

Knight stepped back as he admired his handy work before he heard groaning coming from further down the hallway as he looked forward and saw a large group of creatures turn the corner as they spotted him, they rushed forward as Knight held his ground, for a few seconds before losing his nerves and firing off his last shell in his shotgun as it slowed the hoard down, then, turning around, and running as fast as he could away from the creature,

mid-sprint he cracked the barrel of the shotgun open, thanking god that this shotgun had an auto ejector as the shells went flying he reached into his pocket and as carefully as he could, grabbed two shells and placed them into the barrel, he snapped the barrel closed, priming the shotgun for use as he kept on running.

That was till he turned a corner and reached a dead end, he felt that whatever had drawn him near was close, and he knew that he had to make his stand and that he had no choice, he turned around and aimed his shotgun towards where he knew the hoard would turn.

“Just remember days gone Knight, remember what decon saint John could do, if one biker with a pistol could take on hoards of zombies and win, then you can take down a dozen shadows” He siked himself up as he thought about a battle plan, before realising something.

‘Wait, that one shadow exploded, and considering I could feel the explosion from a couple of metres away, I could shoot one, the explosion would break their formation and take quite a few out. But then I’d have to wait for them to get close” He said to himself as the shadows turned to the corner and charged at him.

“Welp, no time to think, only to act” He said as he prepared to attack

‘Wait for it’ the creatures approach quickly with sluggish movements as they
‘Wait for it’ They were almost to him, to the point he could make out a smell, a sick combination of ink, and rotten flesh.

‘NOW!’ he pulled the trigger two times one after the other as the first four targets with hit with the portable freedom pellets giving them the freedom of death, their bodies exploded and flung the others away, including Knight him self as he was sent flying onto his butt, he quickly scrambled to get up as the creatures, who were spread about, began to rise like zombies.

He tried to reload his shotgun but one of the shadows charged him, he kicked the creature in the stomach and it slightly staggered back.

Finishing his reload Knight used the shotgun as a stick between him and the creature as it nearly impaled itself on the shotgun before Knight pulled the trigger snuffing out the creature, as well as at the same time gutting it.

Knight stepped back as he aimed the shotgun at the head of a still-recovering shadow before pulling the trigger, blowing its head right off in what would be a show of gore, instead being only a show of the shadow's blood.

A creature then jumped onto him from behind a shadow, it clawed his chest as he screamed out in agony, he dropped his shotgun and back peddled into a wall.

Slamming the shadow into the wall a couple of times he reached to the creature, grabbed it, and as he slightly crouched and threw it over his head, stood up, and stomped its head in. Looking back up he saw a larger shadow rush towards him as he dived out of the way towards his shotgun, he crawled on the floor and tried reaching for his unloaded gun.

Thankfully he grabbed it (not every single thing has to go wrong)

Rolling away as a shadow slammed its…… foot? Onto where he was.

He pushed the release lever to the side as he opened up the shotgun barrel, the two used 12 gauge size shells ejected out to a spot behind his head as he reached into his pocket and grabbed out two more buck shots and loaded them into the shotgun and closing the barrel before aiming the shotgun up at a rapidly approaching shadow and pulling the trigger as the shadow was blown apart by the power of doom god, otherwise known as buckshot.

Scrambling to his feet he aimed his shotgun and fired at a shadow but due to its movement the shot only clipped its arm, he reloaded two more shells as he whipped around upon hearing a groan, but was too as his gun was slapped to the side and he was slashed downwards by the claws of one of the shadows, he sent out a jab as he backpedalled in pain.

‘God damn, this hurt more than all those times I got my fingers slammed between doors combined!’ he thought to himself as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his knife, it wasn’t big, likely only meant for skinning, but it’d do for cutting up this motherfucker.’.

He charged forwards as he delivered a wide diagonal slash right to the shadow's chest, after that he shoulder-checked the shadow using the position that the slash had put him into.

He jumped into the now downed shadow as he started brutally stabbing downwards into the shadow before turning his knife to the shadow's head and yelling out one last sentence before stabbing the fucker in the head.

“Get shanked bitch!” he yelled as the shadow exploded into mist knocking him away, into another shadow, then into a wall shattering into the wall making another mist explosion and shooting him towards another shadow, taking this chance he divided to perform a WWE move on the shadow.

He put out arm as his inner L-bow caught the shadow's face, stopping his momentum which then caused him to slam the shadow onto the ground, killing it.

‘Do a barrel roll!’

Thinking fast he did a barrel roll away from the shadow as it fucking exploded

‘It really doesn’t surprise me that these fuckers explode, this is my brain after all, I do love some big booms’ He was pretty sure his favourite method of getting rid of his problems was a large drone with a small canister of propane taped onto the top and C4 strapped to the bottom, wait was he a terrorist?

He shakes his head as he banishes his thoughts to the shadow realm he jumped back onto his feet, he gripped his…. Hand? He looked towards his hand, then to the knife that had been knocked out of his hand where he had shanked the fuck out of that shadow on the ground, he slapped his forehead as a shadow came at tackled him into a wall hard, so hard that the wall cracked and had a small crater.

He reeled in agony as he felt…. Terror? He shook it off as he shoved the shadow back and delivered a strong right hook to the shadow's head knocking it to the ground before he went up to it and curb-stomped it ten times, obliterating its head.

He heard a shadow rapidly approaching from behind but before it could attack he whipped around and kicked the shadow away before stomping it in the stomach as it exploded, knocking him onto his ass again.

A shadow came running and pinned him as he quickly looked for some way to defeat the shadow as he kept it away with his arms.

he looked up and saw his shotgun a bit away from him, but still in grab-able distance, but he’d have to use it hand to grab it, meaning one less hand to fend off the creature, he thought for all of but 2 seconds before thinking ‘fuck it’ and reaching for the shotgun.

Grabbing the high powered firearm he awkwardly aimed it at the shadow's head, before pulling the trigger and removing the shadow's head.

He nudged the shadow off as he properly gripped the shotgun and fired at the last shadow hitting it right in the chest.
He lay there, tired and sore. Covered in the black goop that the shadows seemed to call ‘blood’

“I need a drink” Whenever he said it he meant it, he didn’t like alcohol, and what it did to people, but he needed it right now.

He shoved the body fully off him as he stood up and admired his handy work the black blood splattered across the floor just about everywhere, and then he felt the tug, the same tug that had lured him to this accursed place, he turned and noticed instantly, almost by instinct, a locker, badly beaten and broken, barely left on its hinges, covered in profanities written by cowards.

He slowly walked towards the locker, as the whispers and laughter he heard before started to grow louder and louder the closer he got. Knight kept his shotgun in hand as he reloaded it.

He got to the locker and stared at it, he put his shotgun down as he began to try and open it, but suddenly a large creature came from behind and yanked Knight away from the locker and right through a door into a gymnasium.

A large monster standing at around 7 feet rushed in as it tried to smash Knight ( and not in a good way).

He rolled out of the way as he clumsily stood up and raised his fists, having no other choice but to go cuff-to-cuff with this monster.

Surprising the behemoth he charged first, running as fast as he could.

Just before he reached the beast he rolled to the side, got up and threw a strong kick at the inner part of the monster's knee causing it to kneel as he threw a strong punch at the back of its head.

Before he could throw any attacks the creature whipped around and backhand bitch slapped him sending him flying into a wall, he groaned in pain as got back up, his vision was hazy, his movements slow and sloppy and his thoughts sluggish.

His vision cleared he saw the bastard rushing him as he jumped out of the way just in the nick of time.

The creature slammed into the wall heavily damaging it, Knight saw it had made a small hole big enough to fit someone's head in.

The creature was stuck as Knight kicked it’s inner knee again making it take a knee before he grabbed its shoulders, yanked it back, angled the shadows head, and shoved it into the hole, he then stepped back as he spartan kicked the shadow so hard in the ass it was sent through the wall.

he grabbed a piece of brick that had fallen from the top of the sizeable hole the monster had made before running up to the creature and started caving its head in blow after blow before it finally fought back and kicked him away as he was sent flying through the air, back into the gym and through the opposite wall, he yelled in pain as he creature came charging, he grabbed a piece of brick and threw it at the creatures knee cap causing it to tripped and fly towards him with it’s still going hard momentum as Knight barrel rolled out of the way.

The creature landed as it was grinded by the stones and its momentum before stopping.

Knight ran up and curbed stomped the fucker before it picked him up as Knight grabbed a still mostly intact brick.

And broke it on the fuckers face with a strong right palm to the face before putting his foot between him and the chest of the creature as he kicked off the shadow, escaping its grip and falling on his ass a few meters away from the creature, he groaned as he stood back up, holding the top of his head and slightly looking down before hearing a noise and looking up just in time to see the shadow tackle him, still charging it tackled him through the two gym walls stopping as they hit some lockers causing heavy damage to them, he quickly delivered a strong right jab to the creatures face as Knight kicked the creature off of himself before finally sliding back to the ground from the wall of lockers had been pinned to, he got onto his hands and knee as he started coughing blood, he felt the feeling of blood sliding down his face from his nose and the top of his head.

He saw the shadow stand back up, but he also saw his shotgun on the ground a bit to the left of himself. The creature charged again as he drove for the double-barrelled weapon and turned its barrels to the shadow that was now moving towards him, he scrunched his Muzzle as he felt blood still coming down it, he waited for a second before quickly unloading the gun into the shadow.

It staggered back as he got up, reached into his pocket and reloaded the gun before he took aim and fired again, then he reloaded again, and again and again, filling the shadow with lead until he had only one more shell left, loading it in he took aim as the shadow finally recovered-ish from the barrage of 12 gauge lead.

He waited until he could practically feel the shadow's breath before turning the gun upwards slightly and shooting his last shell into its head.

Chucking his firearm away he dashed over to where he remembered his knife was and picked it up. Turning back he saw the monster try to slowly stumble its way towards him, clearly showing that it was injured.

He ran up to it before giving it two diagonal slashes in the shape of an ‘X’ before stabbing the knife into the creature and then kicking said knife, borrowing it deep into the monster as he roared out in pain.

His kick toppled the shadow over as it lay, revering in what can only be assumed as agony.

He lazily walked over to it, straddling it so that he was sitting on its chest, before he sent the first punch in, he began wailing away at the creature's face as its face between hits changing to a unicorn stallion with a blonde mane and a dark blue coat before changing back to the shadow creature, this repeated until Knight put both of his fists high up into the air as he slammed them on Jacks face, finally ending it, but the shadow was no longer then, but rather his high school bully, Jack Rollerson, or Hunter to his friends.

He noticed that all was silent, even the whispering and laughter had ceased.

He staggered up as he got to full height, looking down at the now deceased Jack Rollerson. His corpse disappeared as Knight turned around and kneeled back down, grabbing his knife.

He stood back up and limped to the locker, in one hand was his knife, while his other hand was holding his ribs as he got to the beaten faded dark blue locker.

He took his knife and wedged it in between the lockers opening, before prying it open and seeing a Scar-L assault rifle with an extended mag with spares mags of the same size in a duffle bag that was slightly propped up.

He broke into a cold sweat as his hands started to shake as they reached out for the weapon.

Grabbing the firearm his eyes went cold, he knew this gun, and what he had almost done with it.

Looking towards the duffle bag he noticed that there was enough space to fit the rifle to fit in.

He took out the mag and put it into the duffle bag before making sure the rifle's safety was on and stuffing it into the bag before finally zipping the bag up and putting its straps so on so that the bag full of ammo and the rifle was sitting at his side, before turning around and making his way out of the school, his eyes donning a thousand yard stare as he walked out of the school build, he saw most of the shadows heading to where he could only assume, was the gymnasium that he had fought…. Jack in.

He walked as he ignored the very few shadows that were spread throughout the field, he knew he could take them down if he needed to now. Reaching the wire fence he threw the duffle back over and his backpack as he climbed over it.

Hitting the ground he grabbed his bags, and kept on going through the forest, he needed somewhere safe to contemplate what he had found.

‘The hunting cabin I found in the woods should do the trick’ he thought as he made the necessary adjustments to his course using his memory as reference.

Time: 25 minutes later

Location: nearly to the hunting cabin
Pov: third person

Knight walked through the forest, thinking about everything, the gun, the shadows, he needed to sit down. And a drink.

‘Fuck, if I survive this and take control of the body I’m going to become an alcoholic’ he grimly half-joked to himself as he trudged on, each step becoming more and more sluggish, he thought about what he had done. As he remembered it all.

He tripped over a rock as he fell onto the ground face first, breaking his nose and damaging his muzzle.

He got onto his hands and knees, the pain on his face reminded him of that day.

Location: Hatten high school

Time: 1 year ago

Pov: third person

Michael walked down the hallway, backpack slightly bouncing with every step, his face turned slightly downwards as he looked up.

His eyes lit with the fire of determination in them as he walked down the high school halls, he wore a dark green button-up polo shirt with a white long sleeve underneath as well as his signature tank top, and on his lower half he wore blue jeans with white socks and cheap black sneakers, his backpack was black with the bottom being orange. His Light blue fur slightly frizzled in the low amount of wind he created as he walked

People of all species talked to each other, huddled in their own friend groups.

He saw some walking through the wide halls chatting, all were in groups of at least two, some were couples, some were in herds, and others were just friends but there he was, walking alone, as always.

He suddenly tripped as he felt the leg of someone stretch out, hitting his face as his nose started to bleed he turned and saw a pegasus mare with her hand to her mouth, trying to hold back laughter before after not even a few seconds, bursting out, all others in the hall nearby turned to investigate, and either minded their own business and ignored him, or started pointing and laughing at his suffering, he got up as he continued to make his way to his locker,

‘I’m not going to take this shit anymore’ he grimly thought as he walked his way through the halls, people stopped laughing as they saw the look on his face, he was frowning darkly, red eyes slightly squinting making whites of his eyes less visible, so from a far, he had blood red eyes, the fire in them didn’t help either as they began to whisper and gossip behind his back, it pissed him off, but in a few minutes, they’d all learn And he’d finally be gone.

He walked up to his locker, he knew what was inside, he had snuck into school and stashed it the night before, he reached to open his locker, that was heavily beaten, but before he could he felt someone grab the back of his head, and slammed his face hard into the locker door, warping it slightly. He was than rotated around to face his attacker, a unicorn stallion with an impressive build wearing classic Jock attire that looked like something right out of an old 80’s TV romance show.

The stallion had dark blue fur, and a blonde mane, his eyes were black with his pants being light grey sweat pants with red sneakers.

“Hello Jack” Michael said in a monotone voice as he coped with the burning that was his face.

Jack looked at Michael, slightly surprised at Michael's monotone expression even with the amount of blood coming out of his face.

“Hello Normie, How’s your weak life going” he taunted Michael with an arrogant smirk.

Michael knew this guy was tough, super strength that allowed him to grow to 7 feet from his already impressive 6 foot 4 also making him damn near invincible.

“Pretty good, but then I saw your ugly mug and it ruined it” Michael replied as Jack slightly recoiled, this was the first time Michael had insulted him, and it had hurt, Michael knew this, Jack wasn’t confident in anything, Just like a lot of bullies.

Jack retaliated by punching Michael in the gut causing him to bend over in pain as he clutched his now bruising abdomen as Jack spoke once more.

“So the pussy finally decided to grow a small pair of balls, how cute” he said as Michael looked back up to and replied, at this point a small crowd had gathered around them.

“Still bigger than you, here you are beating on a no powered, smaller, weaker, younger, kid who has done nothing other than try to mind his own goddamn business, doesn’t sound like a very big ball move” Michael said to the face of the now stunned bully, people around them started whispering. Jack looked around as he got mad, he pulled his fist back and threw it as hard as he could towards Michael's head, Michael weaved out of the way as he delivered a quick and strong uppercut to jacks chin, not stopping there Michael rocked Jack on the side on his right cheek as a sickening crack can be heard signalling the Michael had just broken Jacks cheekbone, Jack staggered back as Michael spartan kicked him causing him to fall flat on his ass.

Michael stood, panting slightly as he stared at Jack, he didn’t know he was capable of fighting.

Jack stood back holding his cheek, he glared daggers at Michael as he activated his powers.

“You are going to fucking pay for that jackass!” he grew as his muscle buffed up, his clothes slightly ripped as his shirt was ripped apart, the girl's cheeks started turn rose red as they looked at Jack hungrily and the guys started cheering, wanting to see the normie that dare waste their air get crushed.

Michael was scared, but he knew he had no other option but to stand his ground, he raised his fist and got into a fight position as some of the guys and girls laughed at him mockingly as Jack chuckled before speaking.

“Really? You think a twerp like you can beat me, Man I want the drugs you're having” he chuckled as he reached his full mass standing at around 7 feet.

The slightly chubby 5 foot 6 boy looked up at the giant of a Jock as he prepared himself for the beating of his life.

Jack charged at Michael as he jumped out of the way of an earth pony stallion that shoved him back into the fighting ring that the crowd had created, scrambling up just in time to take a hit to his ribs sending him flying into the lockers behind him, heavily damaging them and him.

His body fell as he started coughing blood.

Blood. Red.

He was going to die

Murder. Kill.!

And all because one bastard was feeling extra superior today.
He closed his eyes as he heard the footsteps of Jack the bastard approach, readying himself to be put into the hospital, or maybe a morgue.
Kill kill kill kill kill kill

Kill kill kill kill kill kill
Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill!

No, he wasn’t going to die, he wasn’t going to the hospital either, he was going to win.

Michaels's vision turned red as he slowly rose back up to full height, his mussels pulsed under his clothes, tightening to the extremes as he felt what could only be described as an adrenaline rush and a sugar rush topped off with more then 8 hours of sleep hit him like a freight train going downhill at full speed.

Jack stared down at him, having stopped right in front of him, the smaller teenager was looking down as the giant stared at him before speaking.

“Still got some fight left in ya eh? Well I’ll just knock it out of ya!” He smiled as he reeled his fist back and threw it as it…. was caught?

Michael had caught Jack's slightly oversized hand.

All was quiet.

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Michael slowly looked up at Jack, his eyes slightly glowing as he spoke.

“Fuck off” Michael pulled Jack in and kicked him in the stomach as hard as he could as he let go of his hand.

Jack was sent flying for about half a metre before gravity pulled his heavy ass back to the ground, but still, he slid across the floor for a bit and his head hit the lockers across the hall with a decent bit of force, Jack attempted to get back, but when he was about halfway his face met Michaels knee as Michael ran up and kneed him in the head.

Jack's head slammed into the lockers before bouncing a bit, only to be met with a strong punch to the face causing a crack as all gasped, Jack's powers made his body extremely durable, the weaker nose bones couldn’t take the pressure and broke.

Michael started wailing his fists away at Jack's face throwing jabs and hooks, it did little damage to Jack's head but caused Jack to be in a lot of pain, his skin felt it was on fire from all the blows he was taking, and his brain hurt from being rattled around so much,

He finally managed to get a hit in on Michael as Michael was sent flying, the crowd cheered as Michael hit the wall hard.

‘In the end, no one cheers for the weakling, but I’ll show them, BY BEATING HIS FACE IN!’ he thought as his veins became visible before running at Jack and performing a strong dropkick on him, making a large crater in the wall of lockers as Michael got back up and stepped back before Jack fell back to the ground.

Jack stood up, his vision hazy before he felt a strong hit on his stomach going upwards.

Michael had uppercut Jack's stomach.

Michael jumped back as Jack coughed a large amount of blood out, covering his chin before jack collapsed onto his hands and knees as he went into a coughing fit, each cough shooting blood onto the floor, and right before Jack could let out a partially large cough Michael walked up and kneed Jack in the face almost looking like he was jumping as the large amount of blood that was going into his cough spilt out onto Michael's knee as Jack felt his teeth wiggle slightly out of place,

Jack now on his knees, face bruised, bloodied and beaten is then subjected to a jab to his mouth, knocking his teeth out and into his throat, Michael then gave Jack a knuckle sandwich via a powerful right hook, dislocating Jack's jaw.

Michael then hit Jack with a jab that knocked him onto his back.

His head was looking up, making his lower jaw point towards the sky as Michael walked up and kicked Jack in the Jaw fucking it up even more, Michael then punched Jack in the throat and threw him causing Jack to be flipped over on his stomach in the middle of the hallway.

Michael, his hands sore, the flesh on his knuckles bare, his pants and shirt covered in blood, was panting, his muscles were sore from going beyond what they were capable of, he walked up to Jack and kicked him in the balls causing all the boys around to clutch their balls as Jack groaned in pain.

Michael straddled Jack as he began punching away at his face, his fists screaming in pain as they hit the stone-like bone under Jack's skin, but Michael ignored it as blood started covering his fist, like even got onto his face and legs as he began slamming his fists into his face, an act that was much slower, but far more powerful.

All were stunned as they saw the much smaller stallion beating the strongest student in the school to, at this rate, a literal bloody pulp.

Even the teachers were too shocked to do anything all they knew was everything was getting out of control until one brave teacher puffed his chest out and

Pulled out his phone and called for help.

Pov: 3rd person Thunderbolt, aka Thomas Rider

Location: quickly closing in on Hatten high school

Time: 10 minutes after the teacher called for help

Thomas flew as fast as he could as he darted to his son's high school in his hero outfit which comprised of golden sides, a lighting blue chest and a diamond with a lightning bolt inside, his mask left his hair and his muzzle exposed for all the world to see, he also donned a long coat that could be zipped up as it was partially cold that day.

He had just gotten a report about a situation at his son's school.

As a father he was terrified, and as a superhero, he was terrified, had someone found out and identified him and gone after his son, was there a school shooter? A bomber?

He worried as he willed his wings to go faster.

Arriving at the school he noticed there was no one in the reception as he entered, he kept going as he entered the halls of the school, walking until he after a short time later, heard a commotion, rushing he turned the corner as he saw a large crowd of students huddled around a portion of the hallway, it was almost dead silent, expect the sound of grunting and the familiar sound of fists hitting faces, he flew up a bit and saw something that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

It was Michael, His own son, wailing away at a large unicorn stallions face, Michael's muzzle had quite a bit of blood on it, and his fist and forearms were covered in blood, even his legs had a considerable amount of them, he looked rough but the unicorn he was on top of, was worse.

The stallion's muzzle was covered in blood as his lower jaw was crooked, likely being dislocated, his teeth seemed to be punched in and was in general not in good shape.

He thought about what to do before he saw his son's eyes, filled with fiery rage that he had never seen in his son, but behind his eyes he could tell there was agony, his boy was suffering behind all that rage, he knew that right now his son didn’t need a superhero in tights, but a father.

Going back behind the corner he looked around making sure the coast was clear before pulling off his mask and stuffing it deep into the pocket of his jacket before zipping it up, hiding his symbol, and his long coat hid most of his legs as he rushed towards the crowd, the teacher turned hearing his foot step, faces full of hope, likely wanting to see a mask hero, but rather seeing a worried father running up to them as he began to slow down. As he spoke

“I need to get through there, that’s my son!” He shouted as the teachers noded thinking he was the father of the large unicorn.

“Alright sir, but be careful, that kid is out of control,” the teacher said before Thomas began pushing his way through the crowd.

Finally getting through the crowd, Thomas grabbed the shoulders of his son and yanked him off the badly beaten, bloody and now bruised large stallion, he was even worse up close.

He got his son and held onto his upper arms as he spoke to the rage-blinded boy.

“Fucking ughh, let go of me asshole!” Michael held out as he thrashed in Thomas’s arms trying to break away from the firm grip that he had on his rage fueled son.

“Michael, it’s me Michael, Your dad, calm down!” he shouted into Michael's face as he began to slow down, before looking at his dad.

His eyes were slightly glowing red as the glow began to fade, his breathing began to slow down as he looked at his dad, slightly confused.

“D-dad? Where am I, what’s going on?” Michael began looking around, confused as to why his father was at his school. Thomas looked at Michael as he spoke.

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“Michael, you’ve seemed to have had an… Incident, I need you to calm down” Thomas spoke as Michael was even more confused as he looked around again, wondering why there was a crowd around them, he noticed some were looking to a space just by Michael's legs as he started to follow their gazes.

Thomas grabbed the sides of Michael's head as he made his son's eyes meet his own.

“Michael, just look at me, I need you to tell me what happened.” His father firmly, yet gently said as he looked into Michaels eye, he saw confusion, so he figured wouldn’t get much out of Michael.

“I was reaching for my locker when…. Someone slammed my head into the locker I think? Then I turned around and saw Jack, we exchanged some words, he threw a punch and I punched him back maybe? Then all I remember is, red, I-I felt so, so angry, with everyone in the school, with Jack, then, I don’t know” Michael said as he tried to remember all he could for his father.

His father looked at the location where the other people had been looking, still holding Michael's head in place, he turned to a student and called him out.

“Hey, you, is what he says true?” Michael's father glared at the student to make sure they didn’t try to lie, the student gulped as they replied.

“U-um y-yes sir, a few details were missing, but what the normie- I-I mean Michael said was true” Thomas’s eyes narrowed at the word ‘normie’ he was quite familiar with the phrase, even said it himself before he had Michael.

But when Michael came, his view changed entirely, when he found out Michael had no powers, not even any superhuman traits, he was disappointed, but still, kept Michael, to him at the time, Michael was the byproduct of his and his wife's love and hard work, but they still tried again, 3 years later, but at that point, his view of his son had changed a lot, no longer was he just a product of him and his wife’s love, but rather a bundle of joy that tried his best to help everyone, at that point, he saw him as a younger version of himself, just without powers, but when they had Sarah, he changed a bit, Sarah was diagnosed with powers and that instantly made them give their love to her, but instead of being enviousness of the younger child, he was loving too, maybe even more so than them put to together, he was also very protective, requiring a lot of persuasions even for them Sarah's parents! To touch her.

This made Thomas respect and open up to his powerless son, and he learned so much about him that it made him proud.

to name one thing he learned was that he was smart, very smart, hell he was smarter than him, the only reason he could think of at the time was that he had left him unsupervised for long periods of time, and really didn’t pay attention to his school reports.

Thomas shook his head as he unburied himself from his thoughts, before glaring at the student again and speaking in a sharp tone.

“So, that’s why this happened eh?” he said in a voice that was almost dripping with hate, the student started to look at Thomas scared and confused

Meanwhile, Jack was fucking dying but at this point, everyone had forgotten that.

“U-um sir what do you mean?” the student asked the fuming father as he looked around at the students.

“Let me ask you if you were insulted, beaten and robbed, on a regular basis, would you lose your shit?” he said as the students started murmuring amongst each other the student, nervous

“P-personally sir, Yes, but what does that have anything to do with this” the student said, Thomas began glaring even harder at the student as he looked at him.

“Are you really that fucking stupid? I’ve noticed Michael coming home limping sometimes no matter how hard he tries to hide it, with his shit gone, which I can only assume was stolen, and he had to deal with this shit for years, but you haven’t thought about that have you? Because he’s a normie he suddenly doesn’t have emotions, You kept poking him, you all kept poking him, and look what’s happened now!” Thomas pointed to the injured Jack as he looked to the teacher.

“Call an ambulance, and this shit heads parents, you should have my number, give it to them if they ask, now if you excuse me, I need to take my son home” he finished as he wrapped an arm around Michael's shoulder and started escorting him back home.

When they stepped out of the building Thomas pulled out a phone and dialled his wife’s number as he put the phone to his ear.

His wife picked up as her voice came over from the phone.

“Yes Thomas?” She asked curiously why her husband was calling her when she knew he should be patrolling

“It’s Michael, he’s been in a fight,” he said grimly as he heard his wife gasping over the phone as she replied

“Oh my goodness, is he okay?!” She asked as she began hyperventilating over the phone.

“He’s fine, other than maybe a concussion, some bruising on the head, a broken nose, and the skin on his fingers being raw it seems, " he said as he put his mask back on so that they wouldn’t draw any attention from the police due to Michael's bloody appearance.

“Just concussion?!, our baby boy could die and you say ‘JUST’!” she screamed out as she panicked before Thomas calmed her down.

“Calm down Martha, I said ‘just’ because he did a lot worse to the other guy, from what I could tell, the guys' teeth were knocked in, his jaw was dislocated and his face was all bloody” he said as he talked to His wife.

Michael overheard this all.

‘Oh god, what have I done?’ Michael looked down at his fists as he and his masked father walked, his fists were covered in blood as they started shaking, he remembered what he had done, he had almost killed Jack, if Jack weren’t using his power, Jack would have died.

‘And here I was going to shoot up and the entire school, what was I thinking!’ he thought as he heard his father's conversation continue

“Wait what? Was it another powerless kid” she asked over the phone as she calmed herself.

“Nope, it was at school, the guy was huge as well and looked like he had some sort of strength-enhancing power active’ His father said as he started to zone out of the conversation and reality as a whole as Michael closed his eyes as time seemed to fly by.

Knight’s eyes opened, breathing heavily as he looked around his environment, he was still in the forest, it was still dark, and his father was still dead.

He didn’t want to remember that day, he didn’t want to remember any days back during his time in high school, but that day in particular he didn’t want to remember.

He got back up and resumed his hike towards the hunting cabin he was calling home.

‘Why that day, of all the horrible days I could remember why that one, my most violent one’ he thought grimly as he finally arrived at the cabin as he opened the door and entered, making sure to close and lock it behind him.

He walked into the dark cabin, it wasn’t much, a couple of cabinets, a stove that he would most likely never use, a fringe, a few draws here and there, most empty, if not had some mildly useful equipment or just plane useless stuff to him like food or water, he hadn’t felt hungry once in the years he’s been trapped here.

But there were two drawers that caught his attention

One was a small silver drawer that was about just over half a metre long, and a good bit over half a metre wide, it got up about to his belly button.

It was made of metal, with a small modern key hole on the top right corner of the drawer, it had 4 draws, the contents locked away inside, likely never to be opened.

The other one was a metal green painted drawer that reached his chest in height, it was about over 2 metres and length, and in width it was a good bit under a metre, the drawers were split into two columns, each having about five drawers that were each a a metre long and roughly thirteen centimetres big.

Again there was a small modern lock in the top right corner of drawers.

He had tried prying them open, shanking them, he even tried shooting the lock point blank with his shotgun, but nothing worked, so he had long since given up on the drawers.

There was a bed in the corner of the small cabinet with a withering fire in a fireplace that he had lit. He provided some type of warmth, but mainly he used it for light.

He walked up to the fireplace and opened its window hatch and took a book that was laid open on top of the fireplace near the tube that led to the chimney, it was in a language he couldn’t understand, and he highly doubted that he would even be interested in anything in it even then.

He tore out a handful of pages and chucked them into the fire causing the fire to roar back to life with the force of Celestia’s sun.

After he thought the fire was powerful enough he chucked a couple of small pieces of dry wood that had already been in the cabin when he arrived into the fireplace, watching as its flames engulfed the wood, breaking it down into food so that the flame could continue to live, he stared into the fire, feeling the heat on his muzzle before he began shaking, remembering the death of his parents as he closed the hatch as he stepped back, a small tear running down the side of his face, slightly dampening the fur the got into his path before finally being absorbed.

He propped up his shotgun against the head of his bed and the wall, making sure to unload the rounds so that if it falls it doesn’t go off.

He sat down on his bed and put the duffle bag at his feet as sat up straight
Sighing as he remembers those dark days before all this happened before this eternal nightmare began, the one he just wanted to wake up from.

He thought those days would be his darkest, but now he knows that he was wrong, so, so very wrong, he would take those days over the hell he was being put through now, but he knew those days were long gone, and never coming back.

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Knight reached down and unzipped the duffle bag.

Slowly reaching in he took out the assault rifle and felt that it was way too heavy as he felt a weight on his shoulders.

He brought the gun closer to himself as he inspected it, gripping it at the foregrip he tried to put his hand on the handle, only for an invisible force to yank it off.

He looked at the weapon, which had become his symbol of violence, it shackled him, tied him to the past, no matter how much he wanted to rid himself of it, he knew he couldn’t, so he did the only thing, could do, he accepted it.

“This weapon, it’s a curse, one that I will never truly be free of, even in death I’ll likely not part from it” He said as he reached down and grabbed a full magazine from the duffle bag before sitting up straight again, turning the weapon so that the mag-well was facing outwards as he continued.

“But this weapon, for years I’ve thought about it as a shackle, forever tying me down, but it’s not a restraint, it is a tool, only by believing it to be a shackle can it become one” He took the magazine and lined it up with the mag-well before he continued.

“But now that I know that, I have to accept it is a part of me, But this weapon shall no longer be a shackle to me, but rather…A tool to be used” He pushed the magazine into the mag-well before finally pulling the bolt back and letting snap back in place, priming the weapon to be fired before grabbing the pistol grip and resting his finger near the trigger, before feeling a growing heat

He looked to the flame in the fireplace and noticed its intensity grow before the flame bursted out of the fireplace and formed a large spiral of fire in the middle of the room, the wind flung his mane around and tipped his shotgun over onto the ground as he heard a click, he was thankful he had taken out the shell or his foot would have been shot off.

The spiral of fire started changing hue as it became green before starting to retract upwards and becoming just a ring on the ceiling before finally shrinking into an orb until finally shooting back into the fireplace as the hatch closed and the fire returned to its original colour and intensity.

Knight looked back to the place the orb had been as he spotted a glowing key that hovered in the air for a few seconds before dropping onto the ground with a tinkling noise.

“What in the name of a thousand fucks?” he whispered to himself as he slowly put the firearm to the side, making sure the safety was on, before getting up and slowly lumbering to the key's location.

Reaching for the key he knelt down and picked it up.

Examining it he could see it was…

Just a key, not a skeleton key, not a tardis key.

Just a green key with a circular base.

He looked at the key as he stood up, he then had a slightly crazy idea, he looked at the green drawers before walking over to them and putting the key into the lock before trying to turn it.

With almost no resistance the key turned, taking the lock with it before it began disintegrating in green sparks.

He looked at the drawer for a couple of seconds before pulling out the top drawer on the left column.

The draw opened as he peered inside it to find a motherload of shotgun shells.

Knight was amazed for a second before he grabbed a box of shells and held it up to his face as he read the writing on it.

“Twelve gauge double ought buckshot for men, the only power a man could need” He read out as he realised what it meant.

Taking it away from his face he looked at it with amazement as he spoke to himself.

“Wait, this is like the best buckshot in the 12 gauge size, how much is there?” He looked back into the drawer and gasped slightly in shock as he stared at the top of another box of shells.

He opened the drawer under the top drawer and saw even more shotgun shells.

He closed the drawer as he looked at the other drawers.

“Wait, assuming that each drawer has two layers of shotgun ammo, and-” he looked at the box as he stared at another piece of writing saying.

‘25 shells full of portable death? Alright a bit grim but okay’ he then continued talking to himself.

“-Then assuming that each layer has about 60 boxes in each row, and with there being ten rows, that means one layer easily has a hundred shotgun shells, and with there being two layers and 5 drawers each most likely having two layers that means doing some quick maths that these at the very least 1100 shotgun shells, but what about the other column?” he closed the ‘buck drawers’ as he decided to call them as he moved over to the second column and opened it to find, not shotgun shells, but rather a ton of magazines that looked identical to the ones for his Scar. he looked at all the ammo amazed at his discovery before turning to the smaller silver drawer.

‘If there was ammo in here, what is in that drawer?’ he wondered as he shrugged, he had already tried to open it and had failed, no point in wasting his time.

He walked over to the bed and sat down, deciding before he should reflate as he grabbed his journal from under the bed along with his pen, and started writing.

Pov: journal.

Entry three.

That day, before when I thought about that day I almost broke down, must have been the reason why I forgot about it. But now? Whenever I think about it now I don’t even flinch, sure, it was a horrible day, but in the end, it’s my day.
And I can’t change that, But I can improve upon it, use it as a lesson instead of just a reminder.

After that, nothing really happened that day. The father didn’t press charges, I found that weird so I looked into it and found out he was crooked to the bone, he figured that if the media found out he was pressing charges against the son of two well-known heroes, well, the press would snoop around, then find out that his son was bullying me, so that would make them snoop around even more till they got wind of his illegal activities.

Jack was hospitalised, I figured since I put him in there I could at least foot the hospital bill for him, so I switched out the paying credit card to my off-shore account, but I made sure the hospital wouldn’t overcharge me using blackmailing tactics as well as threatening and intimidating certain staff.

In the end, I only lost a couple thousand dollars which even at that time wasn’t much for me as I was close to being a billionaire.

I wasn’t expelled, surprisingly, since I was the son of two well-known superheroes, they wanted to keep me so that in the future they could see that I went to their school. But in order to please the other adults I was only techily enrolled, I did learning from home, all my work would be sent to me, when it came to group activities I had my family so I never saw any of my schoolmates again.

Anyway, tomorrow morning I’m going to check out some locations where some bullshit happened to me. I wanna see if I can trigger that effect again and get the silver key.
Right now though? I’m tired, so very tired, I’m going to attempt to sleep.

Good night journal.

End of entry three

Pov: third person.

Location: hunting cabin in the woods

Time: to go to bed

Knight closed the Journal as he put the pen on top of it, bent over, and slid the journal back under his bed before he laid down on his bed, pulled the covers on, before closing his eyes, and went into a dreamless sleep.

Pov: Journal

Time: None

Location: None

Start of Entry Four

It’s been… ten years I think, I don’t know, it feels like hundreds of years have passed by, time here is all just one big blur of confusion and chaos. I’m not even sure if seconds are going by or hours.

I’ve checked places where I’ve been robbed, places I’ve been decked for no reason other than I'm a normie, places where I’ve been arrested for no good reason and then have had to call my parents to come to pull some strings to get me out, and I even went to a back alley where I've been drugged, yeah, don’t take water from strangers in back alleys no matter how clear it is and how thirsty you are, thankful I left all my valuable shit at home.

Not so thankfully I had to wait till night and sprint back home in a cardboard box in order to hide my bits.

But anyway, I haven’t found any keys, only shadows which I killed in order to search the area, I feel myself getting more and more skilled each fight and at an alarming rate too.

I have an Idea though, an… old memory that I wanted to forget even more then
‘That day’, I will… have to go to my apartment, where me and my family lived.

Before…..

Anyway, I’m sitting in the cabin right now, getting my weapons and the figured ammo ready.

Right now what I have for weapons are:

• A Scar-L with extended mags.

• A double barrel 12 gauge shotgun with #00

• A Small hunting knife

I’ve made a strap for my back that connects with my pack back, I’ve made it to carry one of my bigger weapons, as well as a tool belt to carry my knife, a flashlight I found in an alley near a supermarket, as well as a couple of pouches for some quick to grab ammo.

I Found a shotgun shell carrier for the butt of my shotgun as well, it holds about 6 shells. Helps me reload quicker, and when it comes to a double barrel shotgun.

Also, I found a crate of duct tape, and have taped my mags together in order to help me reload my Scar quicker.

Anywho. I’m packing my shit up now, going to be heading to the apartment in a couple of minutes

End of entry four.

Pov: Third person with Knight

Location: Hunting cabin

Time: year 305

Knight Closed his Journal as the soft crackles of fire gently echoed throughout the cabin, calming him. He sat on his bed, L bows on their respective knees, his back hunched, his face slightly downturned as he wore a grim expression.

‘The calm before the storm’ he thought as he looked up and looked around, he looked to his right and saw his weapons, his shotgun at his side, his Scar holstered on his backpack, and his Knife on his belt.

He looked to his left and saw Gym equipment he had grabbed when he went to a gym, a past memory of when he was chased out one day. He had been working out on the equipment for years now and his body boasted of a pretty tight six-pack and all from years of hard work, devotion and a great diet, that being: Nothing!

He stood up and grabbed his gear before double-checking his ammo and putting his backpack on.

He reached over and grabbed the shotgun.

Holding it he walked over to the door and opened it beginning his journey to his old home.

-An unknown amount of time later-

Knight stood in front of the apartment building, it was quite tall, a decent tall building.

It was a brick building, nothing fancy, in fact, it looked a bit run down, with windows covering sections of the building.

He looked at one particular window.

“Just as I thought it would be, broken” He looked to see a car on the road parked slightly on the sidewalk under the window, its roof caved in with the body of a shadow laying on a puddle of crimson red blood.

Knight sighed as he began walking into the apartment building.

Walking in he took a breath, feeling that without power the building's ventilation wasn’t working, therefore, causing the air to taste stale, he saw a shadow by the reception desk.

He rose the barrel of his shotgun to meet the head of the shadow as he pulled the trigger, the recoil sending a jolt throughout his shoulder as the shotgun shell blasted a good chunk of the creature up due to his lack of a skeleton structure and flesh, and muscles, and pretty much every organ as it exploded into a mass of black liquid that luckily didn’t hit him,

he went to lower his barrel before suddenly whipped around and shot a shadow that had been silently approaching from behind him point blank as it was sent flying and exploded.

He lowered his now-empty shotgun as he thought to himself.

‘There's probably more in here’ he said as he switched out his shotgun for his Scar, making sure to reload the shotgun before placing it in the holster so that if he needed some quick extra firepower he had it.

He began talking to whom he remembered was a staircase, walking he started hearing more groans, likely comin’ from shadows on upper floors as he raised his rifle, he didn’t know where they were or how strong they were, in the time he had been in the ‘mirror realm’ as he had taken to calling it he had learned that these shadows came in all different shapes in sizes, they were found large groups in places that Michael had suffered, which is a lot of places, even if you clear them out they come back, like moths to a light source.

Walking up the stairs he lightly chuckled at how alien it was to him to use stairs now, since he had been using parkour to get to most places and avoid large groups of shadows, which worked, most of the time at least.

He walked onto a platform with a door and more stairs to his side.

Just then, a shadow busted through the staircase door and rushed him, knocking his rifle out of his hands before he was shoved onto the ground.

The Shadow attempted to slam its fists down him, which would have most likely crushed his ribs, but before it could Knight barrel rolled to the side as he dived for the rifle.

Grabbing the firearm quickly he quickly got up and turned before as he set his rifle to burst before pulling the trigger twice sending two bursts of three bullets into the body before walking to the shadow, gun drawn, back hunched slightly, his left foot when stepping faced to the side to allow him to keep his gun aimed and not have to be in an awkward position, he called this tacti walking.
Just like in the movies

(Note for viewers, just think how Swat/police or military move when clearing a building in movies),

He put his right foot on the shadow's chest before switching the firing mode to single shot and firing into the creature's head.

The compression from his foot stopped the signal telling the shadow to explode, only allowing the head to splatter across the floor.

‘Note to self, work on checking corners’ he thought as he removed his foot from the creature.
‘Alright so I used about 7 bullets roughly there so I should have around 33 +1 if you count the one in the firing chamber’ He counted his ammo to make sure he didn’t run out in the middle of a fight.

‘Should I switch out for a full mag?... Nah, bad idea, I’d lose track of how many bullets is in this mag, then if I run out on the fresh mag I’ll think I have a full mag’ He thought, knowing how much ammo he had was important, as it allowed him to figure out when to switch his partially used mag for a full mag, even the slightest miscalculation could put him into a tight spot he may not survive

He continued his journey up the staircase, someone having to dispatch Shadows Once in a while before reaching the sixth floor and going for the sixth floor’s door.

Opening it he quickly shut it as he saw several figures.

This time, being much slower, he opened the door and peeked through, surveying the area.

There were two brutes, larger shadows that were much stronger and tougher, but slower, 7 normal shadows, and 3 rushers, quick and smaller shadows but they weren’t as strong as normal shadows and couldn’t take as many hits

‘12 shadows, all scattered throughout the hallway, all in my way.’ He thought as he readied his firearm for combat.

He threw open the door and rushed in, gun blazing away, ripping through 4 normals, slightly damaging a brute, and killing a rusher via a bullet entering its head.

A brute rushed into him slamming him through a wall and into an apartment room, he dropped his scar as the brute stopped sending its momentum into Knight causing him to be sent flying to a wall, he found himself in a bedroom, he dove to the side as the brutes fist slammed into the wall he once leaned against causing the wall to cave in and break.

He reached to his back and drew his shotgun as the brute pulled its fist back and rushed towards him only for its head to be blown off by Knight's shotgun before he stood up and shot a rusher in the stomach that had been coming at him.

‘Shit, I need to get my gun back, shotguns are good but it won’t do much here, too slow to reload’ He thought as he ran towards where his Scar-L was while at the same time, mid-sprint reloading his shotgun.

He fired at another normal shadow that had approached the hole that the brute had bad before reaching down and grabbing his discard weapon, he heard stomping approaching and twirled around his shotgun in his left hand as he shot his arm out causing the double barrels to be jabbed into the face of a brute before he pulled the trigger casing the black blood to splatter all over him, and his weapon.

‘Both brutes down just got to kill the rushers and this will be-’ His thoughts were interrupted when a hand slashed across his back in a straight line causing him to scream out in pain before whipping around and looking for his attacker, it was a rusher, its arms long and skinny, it was taller than him, and unlike the normal shadows its ‘skin’ was white, there was also the fact it’s claw had crimson blood on it now.

Knight put his shotgun away favouring the scar as he started shooting, trying his best to aim at the quick-moving shadow before he mentally face-palmed and started shooting where the shadow was going to be as it zipped through the hallway, before finally taking a bullet to the knee and falling, it’s own momentum grinding its body across the floor, killing it.

Another rusher runs to the end of the hallway and starts running towards him, luckily it wasn’t Fillysecond speed, cause if it was he’d be fucked.

He aimed and attempted to fire but instead of hearing the familiar bang of the weapon setting off the primer of the bullet all he heard was a click as he realised he was out of ammo, now this would be bad if it wasn’t for the fact he had another full mag taped to his now empty mag.

He swapped out his mags before aiming his gun and mailing lead straight to the front door of the rusher's torso.

Knight looked and saw the last three normal shadows.

Tired of games he switched to full auto and mowed them down using half of his mag.

‘Welp. that was underwhelming’ he thought, fights had begun to be less of a challenge and more of an annoyance, he had gotten better in pretty much everything except for hacking, but that didn’t matter since he was already proven to be the best.

Knight walked through the hall, which was down-painted black with the blood of the exploding shadows, he kept walking until he came across a certain door, he felt it, the tug that led him to the school was now leading him into this room, his family's old apartment.

He reached for the doorknob and opened the door, entering his old home.

Walking in he noticed that there were bodies of shadows, spread throughout the apartment, he looked forward and saw the broken window.

“Yup, right place” He spoke to himself in a monotone voice as he continued to follow the tug until he came to the door of his room.

He could feel the tug, stronger than ever as he stood outside the door.

He opened the door, entering as he looked around, he saw everything was the same since he left all those years ago. Except there was a corpse of a shadow laying in the middle of the room, he scanned the room till he saw it, a small case containing who knows what, but Knight could tell it was the source of the tug.

He walked up to it and tried to open it, but couldn’t, he just couldn’t as a shot of pain ran throughout his body.

He hissed in pain as he backed away, opting to just pick up the case and take it back to the cabin.

Pov: third person

Time: year 305

location: Hunting cabin

Knight sat in the dark, fireplace long since died out, his breath was slow and paced, he sighed as he looked at the gun case.

He held it as he started fondling the latch until he flipped them up, opening the case, the contents made him remember.

Pov: Michael
Time: 9 PM

Location: Apartment in Manehattan

Michael sat on his bed, staring at the firearm in his hand, it was a 1911 painted black chambered in 9-millimetre rounds, it had an extended mag giving it 12 bullets, 13 if you do the fire chamber trick, loading a bullet into the firing chamber, then putting a fresh mag in.

His father had given it to him as a ‘present’ a couple of days ago, but a bit of searching in his journal revealed the true reason.

Someone had targeted his sister, meaning they were after their family and knew who they were, but what hit hardest to him, was the reason he had given him the gun, it was because Michael was a normie, his dad knew his sister could take care of herself, but Michael didn’t have powers.

That had hit harder, if it was anyone else he wouldn’t care, but his own father? His mother, according to the journal, had even agreed.

‘I’m weak, a burden to the family, at this rate they're going to have to protect me, all I do is drag everyone down’ He thought as took hold of the pistol's grip.

‘Maybe it would be better’ He raised the gun to the side of his head, he closed his eyes as his hand began shaking, slowly putting pressure on the trigger

‘If I ended it, end the pain, and stop burdening everyone-’ his thought was interrupted when he heard the front door being broken down, he put the gun down to his side slowly as he stood up and crept to the door, his foot step creaking across the slightly run-down, yet sturdy floorboards, this place was one of the most caring places when it comes to apartments, no tricks, no bribes, no expenses held, back in the old days it was a very famous place, back before the corruption took its hold, which is the reason the place was so run down, it had a high safety rating but due to that the place didn’t have enough money for appearance.

Reaching the door he put his ear to it, he heard nothing, he tried slowly opening the door before a man in a black ski mask slammed the door open and rushed in as he tried to grab Michael, but Michael resisted causing a struggle to ensure.

“Hello, Hmm, thunder brat 1, you're coming with me.” The man grunted out in their struggle.

As Michael struggled he remembered the gun, fully loaded, he stomped on the man's foot as he yelled in pain, losing his grip enough for Michael to pull them back, enough so that they fell onto the bed, the struggle continued as Michael placed his left forearm on the man's chest allowing him to have a free hand as the struggle kept going Michael put his free hand on the side of the man's head making it look like Michael was trying to claw at his head, but in reality, he was hoping for one thing.

The ski-masked-wearing man fell for Michael's trap as he swatted away his hand.

“Not bad kid, but it’s better if you just give up and-” he was cut off as he felt the barrel of Michael's gun being pressed on the side of his head.

“Kid put that thing down before someone gets-” Michael didn’t let him finish as he pulled the trigger, the gun going off blowing a good chunk of the man's brains out as he went limp, Michael pushed the man off him as he gripped his pistol, he walked over to his door and saw a man kick down his sister's door as he heard a scream belonging to Sarah, he without thinking ran up to the man, grabbed the back of the man's shirt collar and pulled the man out of his sister's room and onto the ground before closing his sister's door, turning and shooting the still recovering man in the head, he heard another person approaching him before he jumped over the body as another man charged at him.

“You fucking cunt, I’M GOING TO KILL YOU FOR THAT!” the man yelled out as he tackled Michael, his hands flaming as Michael started to feel burning on his sides.

‘Fuck this guy’s got some sort of fire power’ He said as he was driven back into his room, he put the barrel of his 1911 to the man's stomach and fired off two shots into it.

“AAAH!” the man screamed out in pain as he started to back peddle, hunched over, clenching his wounds Michael walked over to him and grabbed his head Before quickly aligning it with his door, and slamming it on the masked man’s head as hard as he could, he repeated this process twice until a chunk of the door broke off, causing the man's skull to be caved in, Michael then spartan kicked the man backwards into a wall making him sit down and lean against it.

Michael, rage fueling him due to these home invaders breaking into his home, and by what that first man said, targeting him and his sister Michael walked to the man, put his shoe into the man's mouth, putting his hands on the wall.

He then started stomping, and stomping, and stomping, until one stomp, caused the man's lower jaw to be ripped off, blood splattered all over Michael's shoe and knee as he took a step back and looked toward the kitchen area.

He saw four Ponies in all black, a pegasus mare, an earth pony stallion, a unicorn stallion, and one pegasus stallion.

Their eyes all slightly bulged as they witnessed their comrade being de-jawed, the mare eye started twitching as she raised her pistol and pointed it at Michael as he drove back to his room right before she started firing causing the rest to begin opening fire, he hid around the corner, think of what to do, that was, until his sister poked her head out, shaking, one of the intruders noticed and turned their attention to her, Michael saw this as his brotherly instincts kicked in.

“Sarah get down!” He yelled out as his vision gained a blue hue.

Time seemed to slow down as Michael jumped out of cover and pointed his gun at the heads of his attackers, a few bullets gazed at him and one even full-on hit him in the side but that didn’t stop him.

He only needed to pull the trigger four times, each hit was followed by him turning his gun to another's head, to him he was moving slowly, but to an outsider's view, he was a quick shot, killing most of the home intruders with one bullet in the blink of an eye.

He took a breath as he looked to his sisters' door, it was closed.

‘Seems Sarah went back into her room during the commotion’ he thought as he started walking towards the intruder's bodies before he was jumped from behind, the set up the house allowing a Fifth intruder to set up an ambush, he felt breasts on his back, a female, he also her claw at his skin as he felt her strength begin to increase as she carried on clawing him with him back pedalling and slamming her into a wall, her grip loosened as he turned his gun towards her and shooting her in the knee thus fore ending her career as an intruder.
He turned and punched her with his free hand before putting his gun into his pocket and beginning to punch the absolute shit out of her.

He threw a couple of hits to her ribs causing some damage such as broken ribs and judging by how far one of his fists went into her one of her ribs punctured her right lung as she started gurgling as a bit of blood came out of her mouth, only for Michael to punch it back into her throat, as well as most of her teeth.

In a desperate attempt to avoid her fate, she grabbed his arms pulling with her super strength as he got an idea of pure gore.

He grabbed her head and started using his thumps to puncture her eyes, she started screaming or at least trying to. As she saw a sickening smile of insanity and enjoyment, his eyes crazed and blood-fueled, he was lost in his own insanity and anger, how dare they? They thought that some mere weaklings could kill the mighty Fox? They would learn, through blood.

He pushed her eyes in as the last thing her eyes ever saw was the terrifying smirk on his face as his thumps got a decent way into her skull, the fur on her muzzle was damp in blood, tears and sweat.

He started pulling her head in two opposite directions, the pain caused her to pull his arms away hard, which caused him to pull hard until finally.

He ripped her skull apart, exposing her brains and throat as her now lifeless and mutilated body fell to the ground.

He stood back up and started to head back down the hallway.

‘I need to check on Sarah’ He thought as he got about halfway until he heard someone yell at him. And then try to charge him.

“YOU BASTARD!” A unicorn mare exclaimed as she rushed at him, Her mask showed fresh tears running down it, as well as eyes full with the rage of a thousand Hells, all glaring at him as.

He whipped out his gun and fired his remaining ammo into her, she was a larger mare, well built from what he could tell.

His ammo ran before she tackled him, knocking his gun out of his hand and onto the floor in the process as they went through the window and fell.

Thankfully gravity was on his side as the mare was turned mid-air making it so she would break his fall.

Hitting a car even with the mare underneath him he could still feel his ribs breaking and his muzzle getting fractured.

He pushed himself up slightly as he saw the mare was still alive.

Seeing her horn he started punching away at it as it began to break off.

Taking the now broken horn as she screamed in agony he jammed it into her right eye making her spasm.

To add salt to the wound he then punched the horn into her brain, killing her as his adrenaline rush started to cease, but not before saying one last line.

“Stop being so goddamn horny.” He said before he got off her and started limping back to his apartment, the person at the reception tried to ask but he put his finger up.

“Not. a. Word. I’m calling the cops now to deal with this bullshit.” He said before getting into the elevator.

-5 minutes later-

He limped back into the apartment, almost tripping on his own feet several times.

He walked towards his discarded gun and picked it up before heading into his room, remembering there was a body in there, and at this point couldn’t manage to care.

He grabbed his phone and dialled the police, to which they responded pretty fastly.

“911 what's your emergency?” The operator said, sounding male.

“Agh, yeah Um, some pricks broke into my home,” He said as he grunted in pain.

The operator sounded worried as they replied.

“Sir, are you in any danger?”

“No, no not anymore at least, I killed them all.” He said in a tired tone.

The operator stuttered as he replied yet again.

“W-wait what? You k-killed them?”

“Yeah, I did, pretty sure I said that already, anyway, Umm could you get some officers down here, I’m at Green Safe road 17, apartment 607, tell them to bring quite a few body bags, and also, Could I get an ambulance, I’m bleeding quite a bit and honestly I’m having trouble staying awake.” Michael said as his head started bobbing down as he lost consciousness

“Alright sir, help is on the way, please try to stay with me..” The operator said, waiting for a reply.

Not getting one the operator spoke again.

“Sir? Are you there? Sir?” He asked, but Michael was too tired to wake up.
-Two hours later-

Thomas walked down the road with his wife Martha as they headed home. They had been working late tracking down the Gang that was targeting them and had gotten them arrested. They turned the corner onto the street their apartment was on only for their hearts to sink, therein front of their apartment building was several police cars with police ponies and even one or two superheroes standing outside, there was also an ambulance parked outside as well.

They rushed towards the scene as an officer stopped them right outside the perimeter the police had set up.

Since they weren’t in the hero suits the officer treated them like average citizens.

“I’m sorry citizens, I can’t let you in here.” The officer said blocking their way.

Thomas spoke up as he talked to the officer.

“But we live here, what happened?” Thomas asked the officer as the officer looked at him, his muzzle scrunching up before struggling and answering.

“Well since you live here I guess I can tell ya, some ponies broke into room 607, there were two kids in there, one older stallion and one younger mare, the colt beat the crap out of the intruders, pretty graphic, anyway, the kids in critical condition, and from what I hear he’s a normie, kinda hard to believe he sur-” the officer was cut off when Martha grabbed his collar and pulled him to eye level before hissing out.

“Watch what you say about my son” She said as she let the officer go and stormed past him towards the cars.

She ran up with Thomas before stopping dead in her tracks along with Thomas

They saw their son, covered in blood, being wheeled into the ambulance.

What made it worse was that they knew a lot of that blood wasn’t his own.

They saw a familiar friend and detective who knew who they were.

He noticed them first as Thomas walked up to him.

“Thomas, nice to see you, though I wish it were on better terms right now” He said grimly as.

“Nice to see you too Johnson,” Thomas said as he looked at Johnson Jackle Brown.

Or Brown to his co-workers, or Johnson to his friends.

Usually, Johnson had a cup of coffee from a cafe or something, but right now in his hand was a bottle of what appeared to be hard cider, his eyes…well the only way to describe them was that they made him look like he had seen some shit.

Detective Brown was a Brown unicorn stallion that had a black mane, bags under his eyes, and a brown trench coat with black jeans, black formal shoes, and a brown fedora, all in all, he looked like a classic image of a detective.

Thomas looked at the beverage as Johnson took a drink.

“Rough night?” Thomas asked as he looked at his friend, Johns rarely drank, rarely needed to, he was an experienced homicide detective, meaning he had seen some shit, domestic murders, serial killers, Disgruntled Ex-lovers, Disgruntled Ex-employes, things like that, never pretty, John was used to it though, but Thomas, as a trusted friend, knew that John always had a large bottle of Hard cider stash away in his case just in case it got a little too ugly even for him, Thomas was starting to get worried now.

“To say the least” He took a BIG sip of the large bottle before picking up where he left off. “Yes”

Thomas and Martha looked at each other, exchanging worried glances before turning back to John.

They were about to ask the million-dollar question but John beat them to it.

“Before you ask, Sarah is fine, Michael on the other hand? He’s not in great shape, most of his ribs are broken, his jaw is dislocated, his muzzle and horn have taken damage, his right leg is broken, his right arm is broken, and he has a few gunshot wounds, most of them are just grazes, others were lucky not to hit anywhere important, he also has a concussion from, we can’t Judge how bad it is though.” John said as he took another big sip from his bottle.

Martha was terrified but Thomas was confused about a few things.

“But that’s not bad enough for you to pull out the cider, also why are there body bags?” Thomas asked as he looked at John with a stern look as John sighed before speaking.

“It’s not about what happened to your son, it’s about what he did, the body bags contain the corpses of the intruders. Your son, to put it lightly, Slaughtered them, some of them we’re going to have to get a fingerprint test with how fucked up they are.

Martha stopped crying and joined Thomas in looking at John as the detective continued.

“Removed jaws, horns ripped off and used as weapons, powers used against their own user to rip their users head in two, bullets in heads, heads caved in, and that’s just a bit of the list we made with the equipment we have HERE! Who knows what else the morgue will find on them? '' John said as he took another swig, his voice starting to slur from the alcohol as he started to become shit-faced drunk.

Two of the paramedics came out, rolling a badly beaten boy out on a stretcher and heading towards the ambulance. The two parents looked at their boy, horrified at his state.

And what he had done.

Pov: 3rd person Knight

Time: year 305

Location: Hunting cabin.

Knight looked at the black 1911 with an emotionless as he sat on his bed, the fire long gone out as he spent hours thinking, nothing, his brain was empty, he just couldn’t think of anything, other than he went too far, he didn’t need to bring them so much terror, so much pain, and he enjoyed it, he lost control, and he hated himself for it, but, he knew he didn’t have any choice, they were going to kill both him and his sister.

He had to let go, he had to. He thought that as he made a statement of fact

“What I did was too far, but it was justified, they were killers, and they knew the risks, yet they ignored them, I will no longer blame myself for their mistakes,” He said to himself, his expression softening as he noticed a glint coming from the gun case that was sitting to his side on the bed before turning his head towards it.

There lay a sliver key, in the place where his new firearm had once rested.

‘I could have sworn that that key wasn’t there before’ He thought as he reached over and picked it up.

He looked at it as he already knew what to do from last time, he stood up, not needing the light from the fire to navigate his room due to years of traversing it as he made his way towards the locked silver drawer, his footsteps causing the worn wood to creak as his weight descended upon them, barely having time to relax as he took another step forward.

Reaching the drawer and kneeling down, he stared at the silver Drawer before thinking to himself.

‘Should have lit the fire’ he thought as he regretted not lighting a fire in the fireplace.

He fiddled with the key until he found the keyhole, then fiddled with the key more until he finally managed to stuff the key into the hole before turning it.

The key disintegrated like the green key as its sparks went to the fireplace and lit a fire.

‘Thank you to whoever made such convenient keys’ he thought as he stood up and opened the drawer, as expected, there was a motherload of ammo for his 1911, as well as a note, written on it was a phrase he often repeated to himself in times of depression, one that he had forgotten.

‘Victory does not lay in the hands of those talented, but rather in the hands of those who work for it- You

He looked at those words, his eyes lighting up with a new fire of determination as he was reminded of the things he had left behind, revenge and cheeseburgers.

Got damn was he now angry and hungry, a confusing feeling,

‘First thing I do when I get back is get a Big Mac, then hunt that bastard’ he thought as his mood went back to being grim as he donned a frown.

He put the firearm to his side and reached under the bed.

Grabbing his journal from under the bed he Opened it up and looked at the years of pages he had filled with tactical information, no matter where he was information was power, and he was great at collecting information thanks to his autism, the funniest thing was, he had barely filled this with any personal logs.

He began writing his thoughts into the paper.

Pov: Journal

Start of Entry Five

What do I even write? That I feel bad about what I did to those criminals that were there to kill me and my sister. Fuck that, maybe in the past I would have, but I’ve realized one thing, they knew what they were doing, sure, I was too brutal, but do I regret killing them? A couple of days ago I would have said yes, but now? No. Killing is just a means to an end, murder and killing are different, Soldiers and police officers kill, and criminals and villains murder people, it becomes even more different when you break them down even further, Soldiers and police officers kill to stop threats, criminals and villains murder because they feel like it.

But, what am I then? I’m not a criminal anymore, and I’m certainly not a villain no matter what the government says, neither am I a cop or soldier, and I can’t be called a hero.

I guess if I can’t be a cop or a hero, I’ll just be a vigilante.
End of entry Five

POV: Knight

Knight sighed as he closed his book and hid it back in the place he had stored it for what felt like hundreds of years.

He sat back up as he lost himself in his thoughts despite having just written them down in his journal.

“A vigilante huh? That’s if I escape alive, or at all” He said out loud to himself as he laid down on his bed before pulling up the covers, and allowing himself to be consumed yet again by the void known as sleep.

Pov: Journal

Start of entry Six

It has been… three hundred and Ninty five years since my last personal entry, and this likely- no, Will be my last one, I spotted him, that fucking bastard Fox, He’s here, in the city with a small army of shadows, I noticed about 2 years ago the shadow population had been decreasing quite a bit, but I thought it had just been me killing them so much, that they couldn’t reform them selves, but with the numbers he has, he must have been rallying them, don’t know how, and can’t really seem to give a fuck as to why, but I do have a plan, he’s heading towards my cabin as I write this, but he’s never going to make it.

I’ve set a trap, I found a propane truck and some C4, don’t ask where. I don’t have time to explain, not that you can ask considering you’re a book.

Anyway, this is it, I’m either going to lose and fade into oblivion, or I’m going to get out of here, either way, I’m kicking Fox in the nuts hard repeatedly and there's nothing this world can do to stop me… other than give me a burger, then I may consider not doing it, maybe.

Anyway, I'm going to end this entry here, I see Him approaching down the street from my hiding place.

Hasn’t even noticed the C4 on the truck they're passing now, Fuckin’ idiots, welp, see you never Journal, I’d say it’s been a pleasure but then I’d be insane, er, more insane than I already am.

End of Journal, yes you, your fucking dead now, your spirit shall now haunt Knight forever.

Pov: Third person.

Time: Judgement day, aka, year 730

Location: Shadow-hatten, aka, Michaels mind.

Knight hid behind a parked car as he watched Fox’s shadow army approach his position, darkness bathed him, and with it being night and already being pretty dark in the shadow-hatten as Knight had taken to call it, he was in a crouched position as he held his scar-L tight to his chest, gripping the foregrip and the pistol grip so hard his knuckles turned white from the pressure, he gritted his teeth as he stared at the bastard that had put him through all this torment.

‘Oh do I want to just open fire now and end this asshole, but no, I can’t, if I kill him now all the shadows will converge on me and likely rip me apart to a million pieces, so for now I need to follow the plan- oh shit I need to hit the switch!” He took his hand off the pistol grip of his rifle and reached into his pocket.

Pulling out the box with a button on it as he flipped the protective glass over the button-up and yelled.

“YOLO!” he pressed the button as a decently big explosion went off, followed by a massive BOOM! Knight jumped out to his Fox barreling towards him, looking behind himself, and totally unaware of Knight's existence before turning his head towards Knight's direction, only to meet Knight's fist as his face was caught on in, but Fox’s momentum didn’t stop causing Fox to slid across the road for a few second before stopping.

He groaned in pain as he stood up, Knight got a better look at Fox when he reached his full height.

Fox was the exact same height as Knight, which had increased over the years from 5’10 to 6’5 from Knight's rough guess, He had on what was surely the remnants of an expensive and handsome-looking suit that was fully black except for the white dress shirt and crimson red tie, his mane was messed up, his horn was damage quite a bit and his muzzle was bleeding from several places.

A vast contrast to Knight's more Manehattan style get-up, being black and white sneakers, dark blue jeans with tears in them likely from combat, a blue tank top, a grey long-sleeve shirt, and a dark green hoodie, not to mention his weapons, which he had quite of few of, and Fox.

Fox had none.

Knight's Light blue muzzle was showing a snarl as Knight spoke to the welly dressed injured man, his voice in a dangerously low tone.

“You know, I thought for years what I would do if I ever saw you again, what I would say-'' Knight paused as he took a rifling position and raised his assault rifle’s barrel, making sure to line it up with Fox’s head using the Scars Iron sights. “But now? I just want this hell to be over, to return to Manehattan, and get my revenge for our, no, my family seeing as you only give a shit about getting your next payday.” Knight insulted as he placed his finger on the trigger as Fox dashed towards Knight and Knocked the scar out of as well as knocked Knight backwards onto his ass, fortunately, Knight was able to grab Fox’s shoulders and pulled him down with him, a struggling ensured as they clawed away at each other, rolling around in the road as the smell of smoke entered their noses, the fire crackled gently in the backroad despite the fight going on giving light to them as Knight managed to shove fox off and back peddled away before standing up, Fox did the same.

They stared at each other, their hate for each other burning through their eyes as Fox spoke.

“You know, I was going to try to negotiate your surrender, let you live, but it seems all this time has only strengthened your childish resolve for revenge” Knight’s glare intensified as his muzzle scrunched up into a snarl before Fox continued.

“Don’t you get it?! we may be strong but a war with Deadsec is still suicide, they have access to weapons that make the military nukes look like toys-” He was cut off by a bullet to the knee as he collapsed, clutching is kneecap before Knight ran up and started kicking him while he was down.

In the balls, several times, HARD, boot tips go into the batter holders themselves, causing Fox to do what any self-respecting man would do-.

“MoMmY!” He screamed for his mom causing Knight to kick again, and again and again and- okay I’m the fucking author aka god and satan combined and even I think this is brutal, fuck if I had more time I’d add a longer more epic fight but- fuck Knight stop he’s already dead!.

Cuz he’s a dick head

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Knight ignored the words of god as he just kept kicking, for what felt like hours til he finally ran out of breath and stood back as he spoke.

“I *pant* will never *pant**pant* let a cold bastard like you *pant* take control, and *pant* win! *pant pant*” he yelled as he kicked again Fox then cried out before speaking.

“AGH, alight Michael I surrender” Fox yelled as Knight froze at the mention of the name, he looked down at Fox in confusion as he asked.

“What did you just call me?” He said as Fox slowly rose to his feet looking at Michael and clutching the remains of his testicles.

“I can hear the resolve in your voice, there's no way I can make you surrender, at this rate, I’d be wasting time and resources, so Knight, you win” He said as fell back to his knees.

Knight could only stare, he won? After over 300 years of suffering, he finally won.

It started to rain as Knight fell to his knees he arched his head back and felt the water hit his face like a tiny artillery barrage, he saw a light flash to his right and watched as Fox’s eyes shot to the source of the flash as Knights followed.

There stood, a normal ass door metal door, the only thing special about it was it was golden yellow, knight's head lowered as he thought about what to do, Fox broke the silence as he looked back towards Knight.

“I think it’s for you” Fox said, Knight looked towards Fox before he nodded.

Michael rose to his feet once more before he walked to the door.

He grabbed the handle and twisted it, he then pushed, only to face-palm himself when he realised it opened outwards.

He then pulled this time and the door flew open with way too much force as Michael let off a yelp and was sucked into a white vortex.

Pov: Michael John Rider

Time: unknown

Location: nowhere and everywhere in pizza hut

Michael landed on his ass as he was shot out of the door before it disappeared to the shadow realm never to be seen again.

“Ow, my fucking ass” He said out loud to himself as he stood up and looked around, he was in a city, it was bright, of course, but there were no cars and people since he was still most likely in his mind but still!, it was so bright that if he didn’t pay attention he would think he was in a city.

Looking forward he saw a…pizza place, no not just any pizza place his favourite pizza place, Pizza Hut.

He raised his eyebrows as he started walking forward, making to enter the building full of the food of the gods known as pizza.

Entering he saw the place was almost empty, key word almost, sitting at one of the tables was a man in a white suit, he had golden-coloured shoes on and a golden tie, and he bore a striking resemblance to Michael.

‘For fuck sake, another one?’ He decided not to wait for the man to tell him his grand evil plan.

Michael walked up to the man and saw he was eating a meat lover's pizza.

‘Least he has good tastes’ Michael thought before he socked the man in the face out of nowhere.

The man fell off the chair and began clutching his throat as he hacked and coughed trying to rid his airways of the food that had been sent into his throat the wrong way.

He coughed out the pizza before he looked at Michael.

“What the fuck man?! Are you trying to kill me?” He yelled out as Michael's eyes opened slightly in shock and confusion before replying to the well-dressed man.

“Umm, aren’t you going to try and take control of my body?” Michael asked, very confused but still ready to punch the shit out of the man.

The man stood back up and dusted his suit jacket off before straightening it out and gesturing for Michael to sit down on a chair across from his own.

Michael reluctantly walked to the chair and sat down on it as the mystery man sat on his own chair. He put his L-bows on the table and intertwined his fingers as he spoke to Michael

“Well I can see why you would think that but that is not the case, to answer your questions, I am your subconscious, but you may call me Tony.” The identified ‘Tony’ spoke as Michael leaned closer, resting his arms on the table.

Michael was about to speak before Tony cut him off.

“As to where we are, we are in, well I suppose you can call it limbo, a place between reality, where time, space, dimensions, life and death, as well as the dreamscape all meet, it’s complicated beyond belief, my advice? Don’t think about it too much.” Tony said as he explained to Michael but there was one thing Michael was confused about.

“How did you know I was going to ask?” Michael said as he looked at Tony, Tony chuckled at Michael's question, his muzzle slightly scrunching up as he did before replying.

“I’m your subconscious Michael, of course I know what you're going to say, but back to more pressing matters,” Tony said as his muzzle turned into a frown and his eyes hardened.

Michael tensed when he said this but listened to Tony.

“To make sure there is no confusion I need to explain a few things so listen closely” Michael nodded as Tony continued.

“As you have more than likely figured out time doesn’t work the same here as it does in the waking world, but what you haven’t figured out is by how much” He said as he looked at Michael.

“To put it simply, one day in the waking world is one year here, and according to my calculations it’s been about 2 years in the waking world, meaning 730 years here” Michael leaned back into his chair as he muttered out a sentence.

“730 years? Fuckkkkk” he then hunched over and held his head in his hands, he was having an overload of emotions, shock, fear, guilt, anger, and more running throughout his system.

“I know it’s shocking, but I didn’t pull you here to tell you that we have far more pressing matters to attend to.” Tony spoke before Michael slowly recovered from his overload and spoke to Tony.

“And just what would that be?” He said as he squinted at Tony. Tony looked down in thought, seeming to try and think about a way to explain it. He then spoke after what felt like a decade

“To put it simply, bioelectricity, as you most likely know it’s what allows people of most species to send commands throughout our body, up to moving our arms and walking, or subconsciously commanding our white blood cells, it’s even more important than air, as without bioelectricity our mind can’t spread the air around,” Tony explained as Michael listened on, intrigued as he continued listening

“But there's something else about bioelectricity that likely no one knows, in order to produce Bioelectricity a personality. To generate it. Like a car, or rather, an electric car, needs a driver to drive it, change its fluids, charge it, things like that.” Michael nodded as he listened intently to Tony's explanation.

“When our body lost its personality due to the splitting of you and Fox it went into a kind of coma to preserve bioelectricity, leaving only required organs working, that was up until 2 waking days ago when our body went critically low on bioelectricity and went even further to preserve itself, shutting off all organs except for the brain, leaving our body dead to medical professionals, meaning your body is more than likely in the morgue” Tony finished his mouth full and sat quietly.

Tony's British accent echoed throughout Michael's mind as his words played over and over again in his head.

“I’m fucking dead? Then why the fuck have I been fighting, 730 years wait no sorry only two, half my fucking suffering is a lie init?” Michael exploded slightly as he shot up and threw his arms into the air and waved them around slightly in anger.

Tony shook his head before he looked at Michael.

“Could I fucking finish ya halfwit motherfucker?” Michael froze, not expecting to hear the vulgar language that came out of the mouth of the wall-dressed Tony.

“Thank you, now as I was saying, while all our organs are shut off they can be turned back on, now that the body as a personality its bioelectric producers have started pumping out bioelectricity again, But here comes the problem.” Tony paused to take a breath then continued.

“We’re running out of time, we got lucky due to it being the end of the year, but in a few days the morgue staff will likely return to process our body and then burn it, killing us all, but I have a solution,” Tony said as he rested his head on his hands, Michael was beginning to get impatient as he looked at tony with annoyance in his eyes and voice as he spoke

“Can you get to the fucking point! We don’t have forever as you’ve just said” Michael crossed his arms as he spoke, his Manehattan accent slipping out.
Tony lifted his head off of his hands as he sighed and shook his head before speaking again.

“My solution is simple but highly risky with only a ten per cent chance of working,” Tony said, staring at Michael before picking up a slice of pizza and biting into it.

“And just what is this solution of yours?” Michael asked.

Tony chewed his pizza for a couple of seconds before swallowing it and explaining

“As I’ve told you our bioelectricity production is not enough to revive our body but I can send a shock of bioelectricity throughout our body, but with the current production it won’t work, but here's where Fox and I play into this idea, since we’re both technically fully formed personalities we can hop into the ‘backseat’ if you will, and cause the brain to produce more, then I can send the shock out and restart the body, it will have more than enough power to do it, the only problem is that much bioelectricity will most likely fry our brain” Tony finished his explanation as he sat back and watched for Michaels response.

Michael sat for a minute, only for a minute though as he spoke to tony.

“Do it” Michael said in a monotone voice as Tony nodded his head.

“Alright, but just so you know whatever happens is on you, Understand?” Tony said before closing his eyes, the shop began to rumble as Bolts of golden electricity started to spark all over the store, Tony openned his eyes again making gravity fuck off to get the milk as items around the shop (including the pizza) started to float upwards.

Tony's eyes glowed the same colour as the electricity, upon further inspection one would also see a tiny bolt of golden electricity darting around his eyes slightly coming out and hitting his muzzle, but doing no damage.

Tony’s eyes started to grow bright and brighter before finally two streams of lighting beams came out of Tony's eyes and hit michael in the face, Michael fells over as he sunk through his chair and the floor, he started getting that falling feeling you get in a dream right before you hit the floor and wake up.

He suddenly came to a stop as his world went black.

Pov: Michael John Rider

Location: ????

Time:????????

I took a breath of air as I stared into blackness.

‘Am I dead?’ I thought to myself as I breathed out, only to feel the hot air travel throughout my throat, through my muzzle, and out my mouth, but then I felt the air bounce off of something and onto my muzzle, into my eyes.

I was confused for a moment until I came to a conclusion.

“Okay, not dead” I paused as I heard my voice, it was gravely, and dry, but diffantly deeper.

‘Of course it’s deeper, it’s been like, two years, I’m 18 now, Fuck I’m old now’ I felt around my body, crueling my toes, tenseing and un tenseing my muscels, an scrunching up my muzzle, I realized I was in a laying position.

I tried to lift my head up to see where I was only to knock my horn on something in the dark.

“Ah Fuck!, stupid fucking horn, first your useless then your a burden! For fuck sake, anyway, where am I? Tony said I pretty much died and it’s really cold as well so I’m most likely in….” I paused as I processed my conclusion as dread fell upon me.

“A mortuary chamber, Fuck that's why it’s so damn cold, need to get out of here.” I thought out loud as I started shuffling a bit towards where I thought the door was.

Once I felt the cold metal door on my feet I tried to open it by pushing my foot against the door, when that didn’t work I started kicking.

‘I want out, I have not fought all this time just to be defeated by a door!’ My voice echoed throughout my mind as I started kicking harder and harder, feeling the door loosen. I gave one last mighty kick and with more force than I expected the door flew off hitting something or rather someone as I heard a Yell.

‘Okay one, how the fuck did I muster that much strength and two did I just nail a hospital staff in the face?’ I questioned what I had done before mentally shrugging and started shuffling out again, when my feet were out I noticed that the platform I was on had followed me slightly, realising that it must be one on wheels I planted my heels on each side of the chamber before pulling myself forward with them as hard as I could, which considering what I had just done in hindsight was a bad idea as I was sent flying out of the chamber onto the ground.

“FUCK!” I said as my ass hit the ground.

‘Pain, without end.’ I chuckled at my own pain as I groaned, I slowly recovered and stood back up, the room was big, it stunk of antiseptic disinfectant, and dead bodies, as well a smell of… fresh blood?.

I started to track down the smell using my equine nose, looking down I saw the door that had trapped me, seemingly I had fallen onto it, but just above the top of the door was a stallion which I couldn’t identify but I knew that he definitely wasn’t a unicorn judging by the lack of a horn, most of his body was covered by the door, with only his hands, feet and head being exposed, He wore a Balaclava on his head with only his eyes being visible.

Before I could inspect the man, who at this point had a puddle of blood forming around his head, I picked up the noise of another person breathing, looking to the source was a Light gold pegasus mare standing and staring at him, she was quite a bit shorter than me. Which is odd since she looked to be about 5’8 in height.

She had a decent bust from what I could tell through her green short sleeve shirt, not too big but still more than enough to catch the attention of any guy passing by, she had a decent bit of muscle from what I could tell from her little exposed skin.

On her lower half were brown cargo shorts and some black study-looking boots, with white socks peeking out.
She had a mane that was composed of several dark colours, those being Black, Very dark grey, Medium grey and Dark grey, her eyes were pinkish rose.

She was clutching at a bloodied part of her shirt located at her abdomen.

I was more than a bit concerned at this point as we just stared at each other, before I tried to break the silence.

“Um, hi?” I said, she looked at me for a few more seconds before finally responding. Her voice was slightly scratchy, but other then that, mature sounding

“What the fuck?”

To be continued.

Author's Note

Okay, kinda over did the words on dis one, I thank DJjabberwocky for editing this chapter