The Corrupt Man

I took a rusted knife and painfully dragged it a crossed my throat. Blood poured out from the veins and arteries of my neck. That alicorn, Celestia, I think her name is? Looked at me with worry, the look in her eyes said that she cared, I hated it. She was on edged; she was ready to jump in a moment’s notice. To save the day! For Equestria!  For Celestia! For her little ponies! Bah! A fool I am for coming under her care. I took the same knife and slammed it into my heart more times than I could keep track. My heart ached, not by the stab wounds that I had afflicted upon it, but there was a hole instead of a heart. The whole heart consumed by a hole. A black hole? Yet she still stands, not moving an inch, seeing with worry content.

Before I could provoke another stab wound, Celestia rapped me in a golden aura. Forcing the knife out of my not-hand, hoof is another way to put it. She lifted me to her, her face was not very happy; thankfully it was not angry either. I could hear her cry, tears streamed down her face. “Why? Why do you harm yourself? Tell me little one. What is the matter?” For a lack a better term I was angry, and it showed. My purple fur could turn red. I glared at her. I felt I could literally shoot daggers from my eyes. “What is the matter? WHAT IS THE MATTER?! I have tried to commit several accounts of suicide! RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!” I would try and force my way out of her telekinesis, but I am not a fool, I’m too weak to even attempt a stunt like that. She nodded her head, disapproving of what I had just said. She brought me in closer and nuzzled my blood stained neck. I could not help but to grimace a little bit over the pain I felt. In a true motherly fashion, she spoke with such a soft and tender voice and spoke in clarity. Her voice could sooth any feral beast, and brings a smile to any child no matter grief stricken the child was.

“Sshh, calm yourself. You can tell me. I promise that nopo- no one will think less of you, for they won’t know. I promise upon my crown and my honor, no one will know, but only if you tell me what’s wrong.” I took a deep breath and sighed. I guess it’s no use fighting, better get this done and over with. “If I must. Where to start? Ah! Immortality, it has been 500 years. I watched everyone I know die. They pass, and they pass, and they pass, everyone I know has succumbed to the revenges of time. They age so quickly and here I stand motionless. One person dies today and another dies tomorrow. Years into months, into days, into hours, into minuets! Time flies much faster than an arrow from my perspective. I envy the dead; they pass on to meet their loved ones. But I, I’m stuck in this accursed realm, doomed to watch death and decay,” my bloody forelegs cover most of my face. Water ran down my face and on to my legs.

Celestia took me to a large bathroom, it looked rather plain, just a sink, mirror, toilet and bathtub. Granted, the bathroom looked like it was made out of alabaster and gold. She sat me down and ran the water in the sink, soaking a pure white washcloth and slowly began to wipe the blood from my coat, being careful not to touch my self-inflicted wounds. Starting at my neck, I tilted my head upward. She went along the base of my cut, wiping off all of the blood until nothing but purple fur shined. Than down to my chest, it was not as easy as my neck. Holes littered my chest, but to my surprise she was already done before she even started. She put the now blood soaked rag in the sink. From under the sink she magiced a roll of bandages, rapping it around my neck, than around my torso, felt really soft. I had injuries before, and every time a bandage is applied, it stung like hell. But this is painless, she is being very gentle.

I just sat there on the floor wiping any stray tears with my fore hoof. “There! All done!” she smiled at me. That’s funny. her muzzle is covered in my blood. I wonder how long it will take for her to realize that she has blood on her muzzle. Imagine how awkward it would be if a pony was to walk up to their princess and see blood on her face. The amount of blank staring or quaking in fear would be very entertaining, to me at least. It’s like she ate me out or… never mind. “I have gotten all of your certifications ready; all we need now is a name.”

“A name, huh?” I pondered this fact. I could use the hidden meaning in my human name. Nah. Might as well make it a pony name, I hope to god that my old enemies don’t fine me. Okay, purple coat, black with white stripped mane and tail. Black-white-purple mare? Might as well call myself Nocturne Fortune, not the best choice of words, but I could worse. With the way I have been acting lately and with my luck, this is going to be a fun name. So fun! CAN YOU FEEL THE FUN? I sure can’t! I sighed, not wanting to go through the process of finding a new name. “Nocturne Fortune, that is my name. Call me Noc for short.” On a side note: why am I a mare? If this is a play by fate, then I am one unlucky bastard. Though, not as unlucky as the worlds I have conquered. For corruption! Oh god. Why can’t I kill myself? Right, immortality, cursed to live in a living hell.

A guard spoke. Wait? What?  How long has he been standing there? “Princess, the test results have come in.”

“Thank you. You may return to your duties, I will take it from here.” Celestia took a small stack of papers from the guard. The guard just flat out walked away, no emotions, he was just a stone statue that walked away. Did he even see the blood splat on Celestia’s muzzle? If so, than I’m scared, is this a normal thing that happens around here? She ran the papers under her eyes three times. ”Nocturne!  I would like to congratulate you are your master’s!” she beamed with excitement.  I looked at her with a very confused and very blank look. “What?” No really, what?

“It says it right here,” she pointed a hoof at a letter that was enclosed within the stack of papers.

Dear Princess Celestia,

The foreigner has shown a remarkable aptitude in several scientific fields. Though, her lack of knowledge in Magic Theory and Thaumaturgy is… disturbing. Her knowledge in the scientific field more than make up for her lack in magic, we have compared her models, particularly those of biological, and have compared it with our current models. I must say, her models work succeedingly with our current models. However, I am concerned about one model. Crystalline soul model explains a lot about souls, but I am still unable to. I request that she sees me and my colleagues 3 months from now so she may explain herself. One more thing, I congratulate her on receiving her master’s degree. Though, she will need to come in one more time to do some extra paper work, before she actually becomes a master.

Sincerely,

Prof. Professor

I got a degree from taking a test? Granted, it did say college-level examination, but I did not know what that meant, you know, alien words. Now I do. I find this just a little, if not completely absurd. It takes years of studying to even get a master’s! Oh fuck it. I too tired argue with the system. Technically, I don’t have it yet, but Celestia seems confident. “Celestia, no doctorates?”

“Those are reserved for those who choose to become doctors, my little pony.” My little pony? I didn’t do anything wrong, did I? Never mind. “Now that you are ready, it’s time to visit the doctor,” does she say everything with a genuine smile?

“Yea, yea, just get me a shirt. Don’t want everypony to look at my bandages.”

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My deep purple fur is now a ghostly white, my face was once again covered in tears. Both my former arms and hind legs were tangle around some of unfortunate pony’s leg. I looked up at Celestia, my eyes big as dinner plates.  I knew that she said that we’re going to the doctor, but she didn’t tell me it was a gynecologist. A damn gynecologist! Don’t get me wrong, he was pretty nice. Don’t know why he’s a gynecologist though, pervert. “He took a speculum, than another speculum! Aaaaghhh aaghgahgahgha,” it is safe to say that I was on the floor, flailing my limbs in all sorts of directions. I know what those horrible devices are used for, holy crap though. Having one if those things shoved up your, where the sun don’t shine, does not provoke happy thoughts.

Everyone, excuse me, everypony’s faces were either blood red or, I have no idea face. Celestia on the other hand was just standing there. She still has blood on her muzzle. Is she going to take care of that? Scratch that, her face is red as a rose.

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I was sitting at a table next to a Miss Twilight Sparkle. I am minding my own business. My mind is wondering all over the place, royal guards, roses, tulips and a plush pillow that has a flank firmly planted on it. A garden, correction, royal garden, my head is placed on the table. Looking at Twilight, than at a tea cup on the other side of the table, I took my right hoof and struggled for the tea cup. It was on the other side of the table, and I can only reach halfway. I tried not only twice, but thrice, each time shaking my entire foreleg in frustration. She looked at me with a confused look. To her, I must look like a unicorn foal, unable to do anything that requires magic. That didn’t stop me.

I levitated the cup and brought it toward me. I took a few sips of my tea before I shot a glance over at Twilight. Her jaw hung open; Irises were the size of a pin head.  “How are you even doing that?” Am I missing something? I thought unicorns could levitate stuff.

“Doing what?” I replied back.

“How are you levitating that cup without the use of magic?” Oh, that’s what I’m missing. I placed the cup back on the table. “Well, let us start with Conscious Doctrine and Soul Principle,” rolling my eyes. I have never been one to explain things to other people. Doesn’t mean I’m bad at explaining, I just don’t like too.

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Corruption made his way toward the ivory colored clock tower. He had made haste, him and his army was there before both Luna’s night guard and the other opposing army. On the way to the clock tower he increased his army’s size considerably, it was no longer a platoon of 30 guard, but was now 345 strong. Possessing any dead guards on his way, taking the bodies of dead civilians was not a bad idea. However, unlike the guards, they were not trained warriors, even if he was to increase the potency of the body. Any half decent army would destroy any hope of an attack. Even though he had bolstered his very small army, he couldn’t help but to think.

“This is strange. An army for and army, one lays dead, but where is the other?”  Normally when two armies fight each other there tends to be limp bodies on either side, or some sort of markings denouncing the act of one. Corruption stood still, gazing at the tower. He heard soft sobbing coming from the tower. It was the child that was mentioned earlier. He crept toward the tower, listening to the child’s cries in the process. Placing one of his hands on the tower, and then gently bringing it down off the wall. Looking at his hand, he clenched it into a fist. “Sob, sob, sob. Are these creatures empty? To leave a newborn in ruin, revenged by the filth in the world, we are not different, but we are not monsters.”

“Enclose the tower! Eyes as an eagle, the prey draws near, do not let them pass, but aid thy kin,” he spoke to his army. They did as instructed, silently circling the tower. Putting forth their blackened eyes, judging their surroundings for any sign of movement, Corruption turned back to the clock tower. He was in search an entrance. After going half way around the tower, he found what he was looking for. A plain wooden door, hardly fitting for a tower made of stone, it was stricken with wood rot, and its hinges are rusting. He thought about breaking the door down, but went for a more subtle course of action.

His amorphous body melted beneath the door and reformed on the other side. On the inside tower it look just as untouched as it was on the outside, except there was a trail of blood leading from the door to the top of the tower. He made is way to the top. A pegasus filly has her head buried into her mother’s side. She held her mother in her arms, gently nudging her mother. “Mommy, why won’t you wake up?”  The filly than began to effortlessly shook her mother.  Corruption watched as she cradled her mother’s head, her head meeting her mother’s. “Wake up,” a silent cry came from her. What she saw next stunned her. Her dinner plate sized eyes met with his beady eyes.

She turned pale. What is this creature that stands before her? Her mind could not fathom what this being was. She shivered while looking at him. Convulsing some more, her breathe hasted. “Please… don’t hurt me…” He approached the filly, she was lime green in color and her mane was a lovely shade of blue. Her cutie mark was not present. Her and Corruption and the same yellow colored eyes, both staring intently at each other. She stiffened, unmoving to the creature that comes.

He looked at the dead mare, than at the fear stricken filly. He thought for a few moments, choosing his words carefully, as to not panic her more. “You’re not the bad man.” She spoke first. He tilted his head in confusion. “No. We suppose not. Nor do we look for harm. Your mother sleeps an eternity, rested by sin, but you still shake your love.” That hurt the filly, she knew her mother was dead, but she denied it. She hoped with enough pleading, her mother would wake up and they could all leave this nightmare. Everything would be back to normal. Sun shine and rainbows everywhere.

He took note of her actions, thinking of what he had just done, he attempted to calm the filly. Speaking in a softer tone of voice. “We did not mean to be brutal, we can offer you imbursement, fairy you away from the filth, into the hooves of someone more competent than the world around you. Your mother did all she could, but the world failed in this aspect. The bad man will not come to infest you.”

He picked her up, much to her dismay, and held her in his arms. She was not afraid of the creature that picked her up anymore. She was far from being happy. Her fur was covered in a tar like substance; she tried to wiggle her way through his arms, to no avail. When that failed, she placed a hoof onto his chest, slowly rubbing, feeling the sticky mass forming around her hoof. She pulled her hoof away, finding that, what scenically was tar, stuck to her hoof. Some of the tar was still attached to Corruption, forming a bridge from her hood to his chest. “Eeewwww…”

Something was not right. He knew that the surrounding area was silent, save for the chattering his minions did. Through his mind, they would speak to him; he could hear all of their thoughts. When he thought an order, they did as commanded, without him muttering a word. In this instance, they were hushed, no thought, just soundless air.

“Oh, little child, little child. Where have you gone? Father Pride wants to play once more!”

“The bad man! Please, don’t let him take me away, like he did with mommy,” she began to tear up, grasping her forelegs partially around Corruption’s chest.

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“But magic is the only way you could have done it! There is no way you could use your “psychic” power to pull off something like that!” cried Twilight.

“Don’t underestimate consciousness, you will be surprised how much it shapes your outer and inner world.”

“But!” Twilight, I understand that allow you know is magic, and unicorns can use magic. I’m a human by heart and soul, humans can’t use magic to shape their world, but we do have our minds. Mind over matter.

End