It was the dark. The moon shone down upon upon a large silhouette, and three smaller ones, as they moved slowly through town. They headed for the center, dead set on their mission.

"Come on, girls." Jeff said, quietly, as they stopped in an alley. "The old Mayor isn't getting any younger, and I'm sure her hips are hurting. Won't it be nice to let her rest?" He said, gesturing with his muzzle towards the glowing window of Mayor Mare's room, high in the center of town. They all nodded, Scootaloo most excitedly. Applebloom was still looking unsure, but Sweetie Belle seemed okay with it. Scootaloo looked positively thrilled. He suspected that she understood the least about death, and Applebloom the most. "Well then, Let's go." Jeff said, trying to hide his excitement. This will be his first kill in, well, god knows how long! He wished he had his old knife from back home, but, Sweetie's kitchen knives were going to have to do.

They walked silently into the building, barely interrupting the stillness of the night. They climbed the steps slowly, careful not to make any sounds. Jeff, still slightly unused to his hooves, accidentally made the stairs creek. They all froze, and waited. But no one-err, no pony - seemed to notice. So up they went, not stopping until they were just outside of her door. "Okay girls, this is it." Jeff whispered, dropping his saddle bags. He slowly pulled out four knives, giving one to each of them. "Scootaloo, I want you to go in first. Use this," He paused, tapping the knife in her mouth, "On her stomach. From chest to tail. Remember to push hard." He concluded, preparing to open the door. "Wait," Scootaloo said, looking down a bit. "Won't that hurt her...?" Jeff had to stifle a laugh. "Yes, but only for a moment, if we kill her quickly. And, haven't we agreed that she'll be better off afterwards? All that paperwork cant be fun at her age." They all nodded, and Jeff turned to open the door. "On the count of three, run in, and slit her stomach. One...Two...Three!"

He pulled the door open quickly. Scootaloo ran in, and didn't give herself time for second thoughts. She could get her cutie mark from this! "Huh?" The Mayor gasped, but didn't have time to comprehend the situation as a small, orange filly slid underneath her. Quickly, Scootaloo jabbed her knife upwards, blood squirting out onto her face. Adrenaline pumped through her veins. This...this was amazing! She pushed harder, then drug it back, going all the way to her tail. The Mayor tried to scream, but it was interrupted by blood gurgling out of her mouth. She tried to step forward, but that just opened her wound more, sending a rush of blood down upon Scootaloo. Some of her intestines slid out, landing with a splash on the floor, still connected to her on the inside. Jeff walked in, slowly coming in front of her. Her eye's widened as she stared up at him, terrified of his face. "Boo!" He whispered quietly, around the knife in his mouth, then slid it across her throat. Blood poured down like a river. Jeff happily stuck his head under it, reveling of the feel of it dripping through his mane. Mayor Mare gave one last, bubbly gasp and fell over, splashing blood onto Jeff's white coat. As the blood dripped down his flank, it uncovered his cutie mark. "Look, Girls!" He said, turning toward them. His knife, dripping with blood, sat printed upon his flank. Sweetie bell, quietly, cheered. Applebloom still seemed to be in shock. Scootaloo hopped up, frantically wiping blood away from her flank. "OH. MY. GOSH!!!" She squealed, running around in circles. "Mine too! Mine too!"

When she finally stopped, she displayed her flank proudly for the other three to see. Her mark was simple - a cut with a knife partially in it, with a small intestine hanging slightly out of the cut. There was a bit of blood dripping out. Again she squealed in excitement, Her little wings flapping so hard they looked as if they might break. Jeff smiled wider at her, then looked to the others. "Well, Shall we go get yours? I think we passed an old stallion on the way here, he looked to be in a lot of discomfort..."

It had been a long and tiring night for each if them. So now they were all in a river, washing off blood and bits of gunk, and the sun was just rising. It taken some convincing to get Applebloom to participate, but eventually she agreed. Sweetie Belle had gotten over her discomfort immediately upon seeing Scootaloo's cutie mark. Sweetie turned out to have quite the talent for making ponies scream, and her cutie mark was a music note with a bloodied knife through it. She was quite proud and, though she had not yet admitted it, she was absolutely in love with the sound of those screams. Applebloom, on the other hoof, had the most simple mark of them all - A cartoon heart, with a knife stabbed into it, a single drip of blood falling out. There was no detail or shading in the picture, like the other three had. A small apple flower was just above the stab wound, white in color. She seemed both happy and concerned, but was starting to relax now. As they washed and admired each others new marks, Jeff couldn't help feeling proud of what he had created. His smile grew wider as he watched them play and splash each other, with slightly bloodied water.

They bore the marks of killers now. And that would never change.

Author's Note

Sorry for the wait guys! Hope it's worth it.

Hopefully I'll write more actively now.

(God, I'm a terrible author...*shrinks into a bush*)