Author's Note

"We're baaaaaaaaack!"

661

As I made it back to the cave I noticed that I wasn't alone. I slowly slipped the dagger in my right hand ready to strike at a moments notice. My eye slowly adjusts to the dark and there sitting there is Pinkie Pie. She looks up at me remorsefully and full of pity. "J, why?" She asks simply.

"Why did I kill them or why did I torture him?" I ask feeling my resolve weaken just being around her. She reminded me so much of her that it was almost overwhelming.

"Both." I sigh loudly as I try to find the right words to say.

"They would have killed you otherwise. By myself I could have killed them all in seconds. You were all there paralyzed with fear. If I hadn't then..." I trail off letting the thought stay in the air for a few minutes before talking again. "I tortured the alpha to show the pack that stood no chance against me." I finish coldly expecting her to scold about how precious life is or something stupid.

"I understand." She says simply. I look at her and her eyes tear up. I can see she's hurt by my decision but she knows that I won't change. I reached over and patted her head. She gives me a smile in return. That simple smile felt pure and unreserved, it reminded me of someone. Deep down inside me I felt some once of guilt for killing in front of them, maybe because they were so innocent. "J why do you kill?" Pinkie asks me in a quiet whisper.

Maybe it was sincerity of the question that made me answer honestly. "I grew up in an orphanage never knowing my parents. The orphanage was to poor and couldn't care for us all so there were many of days we could not eat. It was not uncommon for me to have to steal for food. More often than not the others would get caught and reprimanded accordingly. I saw a lot of them starve to death, the orphanage would just make another tombstone and bury them as if it were no big deal. I suppose in a way it wasn't uncommon for people to die. However the church we stayed at became so poor that the needed to sell some of the children in order to keep the orphanage running. I was 7 I believe at the time when me and several others were sold to a potbelly of a man who reeked of garlic and spices. He was a cruel man with a strange name. He called himself Adith the Opportunist. He took us to a settlement he owned and we were sent to work." I paused realizing that what I had began opening up to her. I hesitated for a moment before continuing.

"He had us branded with numbers so as not to confuse the slaves with the servants." I lifted left hand and showed her my wrist. I could feel her eyes stare intently at my wrist as if she could burn a hole through the numbers that stained my skin. In blood red letters 661 branded my skin reminding me of the slave I once was.

On a hill rests a small boy with black hair that rests on his shoulders. His skin the tone a light shade of ebony that almost reflects his innocence. A small frown aligns his cheeks as he looks towards the sunset. He has seen the gorgeous orange and purple decorate the sky and it's truly a beautiful scene. The boy stands shaking his fists at the sun cursing it for its weakness as if his words would make the sun reconsider setting. The small boys voice trembles as the sun still continues to set. Then the boy falls to his knees and begs for someone, anyone to save him from the hell that awaits him. His cries of anguish are left unheard as the night takes over leaving him without the light of the day to save him.

The boy sniffles and wipes his tears away. A look of determination lights the boy face and holds the dirty pair of scissors he stole earlier from the kitchen.he stuffs them into the sleeves of his shirt out of sight. He then walks back towards the farm where he lives. His small feet march strongly to his destination. It was Adith's main office. He was told to come after the sun set for his 'night lessons'. The boy was one of Adith's favorites and would teach him night after night. He had started these night lessons two months ago. At first the boy resisted his training. Then Adith cut off his manhood in an example of those who resist. He was then tied to a flag pool naked to show off his new eunuch self. The boy clenched his fists tightly at his sides. He had waited for this day letting Adith have his way with him, letting him believe his resolve was broken. Today he would have his vengeance.

The boy knocked on the door twice, waiting for the reply that awaited him. The boy's hand shook and trembled in fear and excitement. Soon after calming his breathing and stopping his trembling he hears a voice on the other side of the door.

"Come in boy, its about time you got your filthy ass here." Adith replies in his usual disgusting manner. The boy opens the door to see a pot bellied man behind a mahogany desk. Adith is a fat glutton only his greed matched his hunger. Adith was a slave trainer that sold most of his slaves to brothels. He took a sick pleasure in training his slaves before he sold them. He wolfs down chicken and grapes. It only reminds the boy's stomach the last decent meal was years ago. The boy bows to the floor before Adith to please him, hiding his anticipation.

"I am sorry master my duties kept me from you. I live to serve you." The boy says to placate him.

"Harumph be lucky that I am in a merciful mood. Now service your master." He says dropping his pants and indicates for the boy to come to him. A silence fills the air as the boy rises from the floor to see his flaccid cock dangling in the air. The boy licks his lips eager to make a move. Every step seems to slow down as revenge becomes more and more clear with every step. Soon the boy is in front of the smiling Adith clearly not understanding the situation until to late.

With a quick flick of the boys hands the scissors appear in his hand and with a quick thrust forward the scissors bury into Adith's cock. His screams of anguish were like music to the boys ears. The boy kick his knees from under him and he falls forward pitifully. He raises his hand and opens his mouth to say something but as quick as lightning The boy cut off his tongue. He wails in a terrible screech as he grabs his face in disbelief. Then the boy slices his carotid artery and blood shoots out from his fat neck. The blood bathes him in a red glow but some part of him has stopped caring all together. The boy jumps on his fat body and slashes away in a frenzy. Red fills the night as the flames of revenge engulf the house the boy lived in until that day. Now that vengeance has been met a single name makes its way towards the boy clearing away the bloodthirsty look in his eyes. That name escapes his lips "Elise" as if the name is spoken the burning house crumbles in the distance destroying the slave he once was. The boy looks at his wrist as the number are still there as if taunting him, the numbers 661.

" 661 was my number. I had heard rumors from the other slaves and servants that Adith had strange tastes. When I inquired further I was told he had an acquired taste for younger boys on the cusp of puberty. I remained a slave in that settlement for 3 years before Adith summoned me before him. I knew what he would want so I carried a sharp rock with me at all times in my pants." I could feel my fists clench as I remembered that day. " I killed him. I killed everyone that was there and burned down that settlement. I kill because that is what I am best at." I looked at her as she silently cried beside me. I could tell she wanted to comfort me. As she tried to hug me I shook my head and held her away from me.

"Why?" she asked simply looking crestfallen by my denial for a hug. I looked her in the eyes and wiped away a tear from her muzzle. She nuzzled into my hand with a content smile.

"Whats done is done and no amount of hugs will fix that. I do not regret my actions that day nor will I ever. If that makes me a monster then so be it. Keep this to yourself I have other things I need to do now. I have taken far too much of your time already." I say dismissively trying to drown out the flood of emotions in me. I stood up and patted Pinkie once more on the head.

"Its ok, I'm your friend J so you can always talk to me." she says cheerfully. I look at her absently as I think on her words.

"A friend huh?" I say underneath my breath.

"You say something J?"

"No, I have to go though why don't I walk you back to Ponyville?" I ask evasively to which she nods eagerly. I decide to walk her all the way to Sugarcube Corner, ignoring the stares and whispers from the other ponies. As I walked through the streets absentmindedly I suddenly hear from behind me.

"Watch out below!" As I turn to see the commotion a blue blur crashes into my stomach causing the both of us to tumble into the ground. I instinctively slam the blur into the ground and grab a dagger and just before I can kill the assailant I realize who it is. " Oww hey what's the big idea!?" Rainbow Dash yells in my face. Then she realizes that my dagger is my hand and at her neck she looks at me with an expression akin to a trapped animal. I quickly sheath the dagger and get up dusting myself off.

"Its quite rude to crash into people your lucky I didn't just kill you." I say aggressively still mad at her.

"Why didn't you?" She asks quietly as if she was embarrassed about it.

"You aren't worth it. It'd be like taking candy from a crippled baby." I say evenly keeping my anger in check as I realize others are staring at us argue.

"I don't what you said but it sounds like you're making fun of me." She says while glaring at me hotly.

"Now why would I make fun of you" I say snidely.

"I don't like you, or your attitude" She then gives me the points her hooves to her eyes then at me. I shrug and walk away. Trying to clear the anger of the three numbers still haunting me to this day.

"I am no one's slave" I mumble to myself.