Jeff tossed and turned, his hooves hitting the walls as he struggled to break free from his dream. "Nnghhh....Mmmhh..." He groaned, shaking his head and hitting the wall with it. He woke with a start, struggling to his feet. Sweat dripped from his drenched fur, heavy breaths shaking his body. He stared into the darkness of the clubhouse, murmurs of pain filling his ears. The dream had been...terrifying.

Jeff, a manic grin on his face, advanced toward the bed on the far side of the room. Blood dripped from his face, and the fresh wounds painted there. Liu crouched, terrified, on the bed. "Go to sleeeep...." Jeff called, softly, drugs dimming his thoughts and numbing his pain as stumbling toward the bed with knife in hand. Hand...? Mouth... His hooves tapped on the floor as he advance on the three quivering fillies on the bed, drenched in blood...His knife, gliding across their cheeks and their screams in the air were all muddled, the painkillers in his system turning the scene into a dream-like softness...

Dream. It was just a dream. Jeff shook his head, turning to fix the blankets that had been piled, nest-like, in the corner for him to sleep on. Just as he was about to climb back in, he heard hoofsteps on the ramp outside. Perking an ear up, he turned his head top the door, seeing it creak open. "Who's in there?" He heard a voice call. Feminine, but strong, with a country accent. He had just a moment to think, 'This must be Appleblooms sister', before the light of a lantern was on his face. He turned his head quickly, backing into the corner. "Hey! What are you doing in here!?" The orange mare yelled, setting down the lantern and storming in. Jeff growled, covering his face with a hoof. Applejack stalked forward, cautiously. "Ah asked, Who are you?" She said, quieter this time.

Jeff moved his hoof, looking up at her. The startled look on her face was entertaining, to say the least, but the buck to the face was a little less than pleasant. He reeled back, head hitting the wall behind him with incredible force. His slumped against it, shoulder supporting him as he looked up at his attacker. She looked pissed, which he'd never actually seen on a pony before. This one managed to actually look somewhat intimidating. Jeff assumed it was the muscles.

"Yer' The one who's been killin' all those ponies!" Applejack yelled angrily. Jeff growled again, pulling himself back to hid feet. She wanted to play rough? He could play rough then. He shook his head, shaking the blood off of the contact wound on the side of his head. He ducked under another buck, sliding under her and knocking her legs out. He ran to the corner, quickly pulling out one of the stashed knives. He surveyed the situation. It was light in here, with the lantern, and Applejack was quickly getting back up. He had to act fast. Darting forward, he stabbed the knife int the side of the orange mare's neck. While she was stunned, he pulled the knife out and stabbed again. Blood squirted out of the wound like fresh-opened soda, the arterial spray coating Jeff's face. "Go to SLEEP!" He yelled around the knife in his mouth, voice deep and body pulsing with excitement, then he stabbed her yet again - straight into her heart. He pushed her over, watching her body weakly try to stand again before falling, limp and bleeding, into a lump on the floor. He had never felt more alive - that is, until he heard a gasp from the doorway.

Turning quickly, Jeff cut without thinking. Surprise overtook his features when he realized who exactly was standing in the door. Backing up, his ears when back and he dropped his knife. "A-Applebloom...I can explain..."

But the yellow filly merely glared, one eye closed and bleeding. Her expression was a grim determination. "You..." She spoke, voice shaking with anger, "You killed my sister!" She yelled, tears streaming down her face along with the blood. "You were like a brother to me, how-how could you!" She was pissed. Jeff, for the first time in a long time, was scared. Not of the filly standing of the doorway, but of the stallion standing in the room. Scared, because for the first time since his brother, he'd had a family. And now he'd lost part of it.

So, scared and confused, he ran. He kicked out the window and jumped, picking up his knife on the way. He ran, out into the woods. This wasn't something he could fix.

Jeff paced by the river, considering things. He could try to find another town, another place to wreak havoc in, or he could try and make things right here.

"...Why not both...?" He murmured, quietly, with a realization. Who said that he couldn't get Sweetie and Scootaloo to come with him? He had to try.

So, with a mission on his mind, Jeff headed towards Ponyville. Possibly for the last time.

Author's Note

And all of a sudden, there was plot!

Tell me your opinions on where the plots going, 'cause if you like it, there'll be an actual PLOTTY, WELL WRITTEN sequel to this heinous piece of written trash.
Literally, tell me your opinions. Comment. I run off comments and It'll be another seven months for next chapter if I don't get any.

In other news, I'm still looking for an artist for a new cover image for this, and its sequel. Message me. Comment. Telepathically send me your ideas. Telepathically get my address and snail mail me a picture because if you can get my address you already know what kind of picture I want.

And, by the by, Don't hate me for the kill in this chapter! I have absolutely nothing against Applejack. I actually like her. I just needed something to get the plot going.
And, let me explain you a little something-something: You may have forgotten, but Jeff is a person. Just like any other person, he has emotions. Feelings. He misses that warm familial feeling which is why loosing Applebloom, and the possibility of loosing the other two because of it, scares him so much. They were like sisters/daughters to him.
If anything confuses you or if you think I did anything wrong, ask about it.