Cotton started to wake. She was lying on her stomach with strange pressure on her back. She groggily opened her eyes halfway. Something cold dripped on her back and her shot open the rest of the way. She turned her head as much as she could and saw Bloodletter sitting on her, drinking a pink smoothie fiercely. His eyes were wide and his ears were twitching wildly. He looked like he was really enjoying his smoothie. His eyes shot over and connected with Cotton's. He spit out the straw and exhaled loudly with his mouth wide open.

"Oh goody. You're awake. I got tired of waiting for you so I went ahead and made your drink into a smoothie! Want some?" He asked. He put the straw in Cotton's face, almost up her nose. She just shook her head and he pulled it away, slightly frowning. "No? Are you sure?" He jammed the straw back in her face. She turned her head away from it. It smelled heavily of blood. He took the glass back and his ear twitched more. He started to drink the smoothie again. Cotton looked forward at her arms in front of her. There were more scars than before. All of them were fresh. She looked up and saw a counter, with several pink glasses, a red knife, and a pink-stained blender. She looked back at Bloodletter with a burning question.

"Why are you sitting on me?" Cotton a,sked with a raised eyebrow.

"Because my couch is broken," Bloodletter gestured to a couch the was slumped down and cracked in the middle.

"How did it break?

"A victim got loose. He tried to run. He smashed me on the couch in a fight. It didn't take him long to learn the lesson of his mistake." He pointed to a wooden slap on the wall that had a pony's head on it. It was blue with a grey mane. Cotton just stared at it. She was getting used to Bloodletter's random house of strange decorations.

"Aren't you a. You know. A murderer?" Cotton turned her head to look at him.

"Yes." He had assurance in his voice.

"Then why am I still alive?"

"I am more of a assassin for hire," He started confidently. "When a pony finds me and gives me a name, I kidnap the pony in question. I only kill when the payment has been received. And when somepony is late on a payment, I kill both ponies. And somepony is about to be late."

"Diamond?" Cotton questioned. She was intrigued by his methods. Bloodletter nodded. She lifted her hoof to her face and scratched her chin. "If she does become late, can I help you kill her?" Bloodletter's ears twitched. He slowly turned his head to make eye contact.

"Really?" He was skeptical, and felt like he was being deceived. Cotton just nodded. He wriggled slightly on Cotton's back. "Why? Nopony has ever asked to help with my. Business."

"I want to help for one reason. She always picked on me and my friend. She deserves to die. And I want to help make her suffer." She brushed her mane out of her face again, cringing at the pain of the wounds moving.

"Deserves to die, eh?" Bloodletter got up and helped Cotton stand. "I could use you to help me lure her into my lair."

"And I think I know how I would do that, too," Cotton spoke softly. Bloodletter looked her in the eye and smiled, slowly. He picked up his smoothie and once again offered it to Cotton. She just shook her head and lightly pushed it away.

Author's Note

Don't bug me about him sitting on her. I couldn't figure out a better way to continue on with the story.