Storming the Prison Holds

Spirit woke up to the sound of a howl. A very familiar howl. Spirit got off the couch and did a small stretch, once done he picked up his guitar and went for the door. *CRASH* Spirit turned to see a vase broken on the floor. He sighed and thought that he would have to come back to pay for it later. He turned and left the small comfortable house, thinking that he probably wont be back so it would be a good time to check the Alcohol shop for another good drink.

The morning was quite as no one was up and about, but Spirit felt anxious and violent. He arrived at the broken and burnt house and the wolf jumped on him. He was licking him all over and Spirit forgot everything, just basking in the idea that he wasn't really alone. He could walk away from this all and just keep wondering the world with wolf and his curse. Then he thought of the mare. The mare that changed him from a wanderer to something else. He didn't know what he had become but he knew that it was different. He also knew that if he left, he would never live it down and he would never be happy again. He knew that he had to right his wrongs. His father always taught him that once you commit a wrong, you have to do it right, this could be anything from lying to stealing. Spirit took this to heart as a young colt and he kept it alive within him, always correcting his wrongs (the one he can at least). He licked the wolf back a couple of times and got up and got serious.

"Where did the people take her?" He asked the wolf. At this the wolf got serious and replied, "Time to save pack sister, the dogs of shiny things took her" Spirit didn't ask about the pack sister thing but he did feel hotter around the face which baffled him. The wolf led Spirit deep into the forest which then broke out into the mountains area that Spirit and the wolf had meet on. They continued up the path towards a cave. The wolf stopped and said " I could not proceed because they would have got me too"

"I am glad you didn't" Spirit said, "I don't know what i would do if I lost you as well" The wolf gave him and affectionate lick on his leg and Spirit scratched the back of his head.

"Now the hard part" Spirit said "Brother i want you to stay here and watch my things OK?" The wolf nodded as Spirit took off the guitar from his back and put it against a wall and placed his hat on the guitar. Spirit took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He went into his mind and found the feral part of him, he saw the curse there as well, a well dressed being that wasn't pony. He had red leathery skin and had long hands. He stood on two legs and his legs look like those Spirit would have once transformed; reversed. He was very tall yet he was always hunched over as if it pained him to stand up straight. The most interesting part about him was the face. His face was always changing never one versions for too long, changing from a plumb face to a bony face to a scared insane looking face. The one thing that didn't change however no matter how long Spirit looked at him, was his eyes. His eyes were always the same size, same shape and same color which was a bright green; like the venom from venomous snake in the black night. He looked at Spirit and said in a very deep yet soothing voice "Going to take beast for a spin or are you doing it for a noble reason?"

"none of your business" Spirit said.

"Your right, it isn't, but I must say that I don't know what you see in that girl. Not much curve" He replied and shrouded him self deeper into Spirit's mind. Spirit looked at where he stood for a while then turn back to the feral part of him. It wasn't anything to be exact it was just a ball of red light that was frighting and violent. Spirit plunged into it and in the world outside his mind. He transformed.

The transformation didn't take long since Spirit s body was used to the physical changes. It took him around a minute to transformed. Once the transformation was complete Spirit sniffed the air. He smelt her distinctive smell of Strawberries and fabrics. He looked at the wolf and nodded.

"Go save sister, brother" the wolf replied as he laid down next to the guitar. At this Spirit got down to all four and howled his warning which said 'I hunt for blood. Those who wished to be alive stay out of my way'. At this he heard the scurries of small animals to find a hiding spot and bird flapping there wings to escape to a farther place away from the raging monster. Spirit ran down into the cave at his top speed which was around 38 mph. In took him an hour and a half before there was any other distinct smell, the smells where meat and fruits which he figured where in some sort of other part of the cave devoted to those who weren't digging. After another ten minutes he met his first prey, a wondering guard with a spear and a nice helmet. Spirit growled to give it time to either run or prepare an attack, the diamond dog, being the idiot he was, decided to attack. Spirit pounced on the dog and bit into his throat, feeling the gush of blood in his mouth. Spirit didn't want to feel good but he did and that is what scared him even more. Once the dog was dead he got up and continued. It didn't take him long before he reached a large room where there were many dogs every where, digging, collecting diamonds and standing guard. He wished he didn't feel as happy he was too see an entire room full of people to kill but he did. He smiled with a devilish smile as he saw the dogs get ready for there slaughter. Once they began to attack he pounced in the middle of the crowd. Why do I love this so much?

...

Rarity was covered in grim and sweat. She was very tired but she knew if she stopped then Sweetie Bell would be dropped lower into the pit of molten gold below her. She was forced to not only find the jewels but to also to dig for them, which she found surprisingly hard. The worst part was that they hadn't actually feed her anything edible. They did give her a drug that allowed her to get some energy, but she found out that it was just a hallucinogen which gave an illusion of getting energy when really she was just using up all of the energy that was in her body. How ever she did work hard, and who wouldn't do so to keep a precious family member alive. She was told that would get a break after she had finished that section of the smaller cave but she was beginning to wonder if she would ever finish. They hadn't check her in a while, so maybe she could get some rest...

Rarity heard a blood curdling scream as she was nodding off into sleep. She sprang up and tugged her cart up the small cave she was forced to work in. She ran out of the cave only to stop in her tracks as the Lycan was standing above her, his claws and teeth covered in blood. She looked up into the eyes of the giant beast and saw, rage that was being calmed. Then the Lycan lifted it claw high in the air. She closed her eyes hoping that this was just a dream as she heard Sweetie Bell scream "No".

A clang was heard. Then Rarity felt like lighter and a bit more energetic. She opened her eyes to see that the Lycan had cut the chain that attached her to the cart that she was pulling. She looked up again to the Lycan and took a deeper look into the eyes, they seemed familiar. The Lycan then went up to Sweetie Bell's cage and tore through some of the bars, leaving a very open door to jump out of. The Lycan turned again to Rarity, it walk up close and reached with its hand to grab a very large lazulite which was the half of Sweetie Bell's size and ran off, back the way she thought he came from. It took them a couple of seconds for Rarity or Sweetie Bell to do anything since the were still in shock but then Rarity regained her bearing and called "Sweetie Bell come down here,we need to get out of here". Sweetie Bell hooped down from the cage and she ran to hug her sister. Rarity hugged her sister tightly, relishing the fact that her sister was alive and well in her arms. They stopped hugging after a long time, and Rarity checker Sweetie Bell for bruises, she had one on the back of her head. Rarity sighed in relief that they hadn't hurt her more.

"Sweetie Bell please wait here for a second"

"Where are you going?" she replied

"I am going to check ahead. Just in case" Rarity said. She went up the small corridor of ground till she saw a sight that all most made her throw up. There were two or three diamonds dogs, all dead. Each one had died of a different injury; one died of a torn neck, another had his innards spread across the floor, the last one was decapitated his head no where to be seen. She saw that one of them had a jacket, she tore it off his dead body and thought of an idea.

"Sweetie Bell come here." Rarity called walking down away from the crime scene. Sweetie Bell walked towards her and Rarity turned the jacket into a blindfold and put it above her little sisters eyes.

"Whats this for?" Sweetie Bell asked looking confused and trying to see.

"There are just some thing that the Lycan did that I don't want you you to see"

"What is it? Did he go to the bathroom? Did he write his name?" Sweetie Bell asked excited, her curiosity over coming her fear.

"Just promise me that you wont take it off ok?" Rarity said, chuckling at the idea of pooping. Sweetie Bell nodded and they began to walk out of the cave. Rarity saw very grousom scene with small packs of two or three dogs murdered. Around half of the way there Sweetie Bell said " I think we know the Lycan"

"What?" Rarity said who hadn't really thought she heard what she did.

"I think we know the Lycan" Sweetie Bell said in a serious tone.

"Why do think that?" Rarity asked very curious about her response.

"Because he didn't attack us " Sweetie Bell said in a mater-of-fact tone.

"So? Maybe he didn't feel like it." Rarity said liking the idea of a conversation.

"No because if what Mr Havenger said is true than he would have killed us, but he didn't. That means two things"

"Which are?" Rarity asked.

"One; that the Lycan is someone that we know or knows us or option #2 is that the Lycan has a heart and seeing you made it remember something. But think that its number one" Sweetie Bell said, saying the last part with confidence.

"What makes you think it knows us?" Rarity said, not one to believe it because she knew she did.

"Because it just feels like it" she said with a far away kinda of way. Rarity didn't want to say it but she did feel like she knew the pony behind the beast. There was a moment before the Lycan had decided to take the lazulite and leave that she felt when they stared into each other eyes that there was something very familiar in them. A loneliness that was very familiar. They continued to walk in silence. It was a long time before they reach the blood bath that Rarity wished she never saw or could be wiped from her memory.

The room was large, enough to hold at least a small battalion of the princess royal guards. The room's size only made the blood bath larger then it should have been. There was a small pool of blood in the middle of the room that was at least three to four feet across. There were body parts scattered across the room, impossible to tell which body part belong to which body. The dead body were also scattered across the room, all torn up and disfigured. There were bodies impaled on stalagmites and stalactites, some whole and others not. Rarity had a hard time not throwing up, the gore was every where. She lead Sweetie bell through all the gore and they continued through the cave. The images however didn't stop. She saw all of the faces of the dead dogs, full of fear and despair. There were a couple more dead bodies up the path up the but they weren't as horrible and traumatizing. Eventually they arrived outside. The nice cool air refreshed Rarity and she smiled as the sun shun through the clouds. Rarity removed Sweetie Bell's blind fold and said "Lets go home."

...

Running. Running in fear. The fear of being attacked, the fear of being noticed. Spike ran as fast as he could back to the town. He had followed the strange guitarist through the forest and into the mountains because Spike didn't feel right about him. And Spike was right, he was a bad person, he was a Lycan. The one that was terrorizing the town. Spike was scared for his safety, the safety of his friends but most of all he was worried for Rarity. The Lycan had lived in her house, what if he was trying to turn her into one of them. Turn his poor Rarity into a vicious killer. He couldn't have that. He wouldn't have that. But what to do? He knew that the full moon wasn't until two days so he wouldn't be trouble till then would he? But he just saw him transform at what looked like at his own will. What if wasn't trying to turn Rarity into one of them? What if he was trying to protect her? NO! Why was he defend the monster. The killer. Spike knew that he would be rewarded by the guards for giving them information about the Lycan and he would be rewarded from Rarity for saving her life. That was the turning point in Spike's mind. He stood in front of the barracks, with a look of duty in his eyes.