My Little Jeff: Killing is Magic

Jeff was sure that the fillies were young enough, dumb enough, and desperate enough to come and help him. He could have little evil murderer protege's!

He grinned at the thought, rolling over and beginning to plan out the way to get them to help him...

"Ah just wanna know when I'm gonna get it, yah know?" Applebloom said, sighing. The four crusaders were eating lunch in the clubhouse, and talking about cutie marks again. Jeff rubbed his ear with a forehoof, looking at the floor and plotting out his words carefully. One wrong move, and this would be bad. "I...I have an idea on what we could do..." He said, his pupils shrinking slightly for a moment. "Really?!?" The three fillies gasped, exited, pressing their heads together as they leaned towards him. They had been running out of ideas for crusading lately. "Yeah..And I think that we could all get a similar cutie mark from it! But, its a reaaallly weird one, and you would probably want to cover it up once you got it." He said, sitting up and rubbing his forehooves together. Sweetie Bell looked confused. "What could we do that we'd have to cover up...?" She asked, looking more than a little unsure. "Who cares!" Scootaloo shouted, interrupting her a bit.. "I wanna get my cutie mark NOW!" She yelled, enthusiastically, hopping up and down. Jeff suppressed the urge to laugh maniacally. "Well, What is it...?"Applebloom asked, skeptical.

If he had a normal face, Jeff would be smirking evily right about now. "Its something...Natural. Yet also, a form of art. " Jeff said, mystifying the girls. He paced around in front of them. "A beautiful thing that normally time holds - but we, together, could take it into our own hooves." The three girls stared at him, wide-eyed, waiting in a suspenseful silence."Girls..." Jeff started, looking over his shoulder at them, "We're going to kill somepony."

A shocked silence followed. Finally, Applebloom spoke up. "...Kill...?" She said, sounding a bit squeacky. "I'm not going to KILL somepony! Ponies are supposed to die naturally!" Jeff turned around to stare at her. "But don't you see, Applebloom? That's the beauty of it! Everypony dies naturally - Every. Single. One. Why should it matter if they die a week, a month, a year or two early? We'll be doing them a favor, actually! Keeping them from growing to old will mean keeping them from growing weary, protecting them from going through pain. And, I'm sure its very fun!" His voice grew in excitement and volume as he spoke, his eyes and smile growing ever wider. "...I'm in." Scootaloo said quietly. Her voice ringed with excitement - she obviously believed that this would get her her cutie mark. It was starnge an new and she didn't understand it, so this must be what she had been waiting for. Sweetie bell shuffled her hooves for a moment, before looking up at Jeff. "Well, I guess, since it is natural, like you said, its all right...So, yeah, I'll give it a try." She said, nodding. Applebloom, knowing she was outnumbered, gave in. "...Ah guess..." She muttered, still not sure about this.

Jeff nearly shook with excitement. He could contaminate this happy-pappy land, bringing violence in the form of these three young girls! It was almost too good to be true. "Great!" He said, nodding vigorously. "We'll go out tonight. You should sleep here, and get some rest, since we'll probably be out all night." He said, laying down and resting his head on his hooves. Scootaloo flapped her wings in joy, trotting around in a circle for a moment before laying down. Sweetie Belle lay next to her, and Applebloom soon followed. Jeff felt a strange surge of pride as he looked at them. These were the next generation - the killers he was about to release on the world. Granted, it wasn't HIS world - but still.

Maybe it would become his world, with these three by his side.

They were the new blood of the killers - and, in a way, they would be the first.