The Unexpected Saviour

Everypony gasped and stared at me, Rage, and Serenity.

“Rage, you better not speak to them. Relay your comments through me.” I say to him.

Fine, but they will hear my voice eventually. He says darkly to me in my mind.

I shudder from his voice. It’s a really creepy voice sometimes. . .

I clear my mind, pushing Rage into the back of it. He fades to a more translucent appearance. I smile at the small degree of control I have over him.

The four ponies and the one baby dragon in the library gasp at Rage’s sudden translucency. I grin again.

“I made him do that by pushing him out of my focus.” I say, to myself more than anypony watching.

“Cool, what else can you do?” the baby dragon asks me.

“I don’t really know. I haven’t tried a lot of things.” I reply. I try to tug Rage back into my mind. Rage disappears in a flash of black, and I feel him racking about in my mind furiously.

WHY DID YOU DO THAT, YOU SHITHEAD!? I WASN’T DOING ANYTHING!! THIS ISN’T FAIR, YOU BASTARD! He screams in my mind. He sounded like I did when I was four, minus the screaming.

Shut up Rage! You’re annoying the hell out of me right now! SHUT UP! I mentally yell back at him. He still bounced around angrily, but he stopped screaming at me, at least.

“Sorry everypony, he’s getting to me a little. He is so damn annoying all the time.” I tell them apologetically with an air of annoyance.

Serenity returns to my mind as soon as she knew somepony was going to enter the library. I felt that something was up when she did that, and I prepared myself, a little too late for a surprise.

Pinkie Pie bursts into the room with party supplies and makes the room all party-like and happy. I jumped with surprise

“It’sokayJacksonIhopeyoudon’tmindhowlongItook.IhadtobuyalotofpartystuffinCanterlot. Now, lets PARTYYYYYY!” she yells the last word.

“How many ponies did you invite, Pinkie?” Rainbow asks her nervously.

“Oh nopony, you silly. If I told the ponies of Ponyville that Chrysalis and a dark entity in Jackson’s mind were at a party, do you think they’d want to go to the party?” she replies.

I chuckle inwardly and say, “Pinkie, you are a really eccentric pony”

“Thanks, Jackson. I don’t know what eccentric means but I don’t really care.”

Suddenly Pinkie’s whole body shivers and shakes. I look at her apprehensively.

“Oh no, Pinkie Sense! What’s the doozy, Pinkie!?” Twilight says, looking at Pinkie.

“I don’t know, but it involves Jackson.” She vibrates while she speaks. “I think we should teleport him to the Everfree, and NOW!” her tone was serious. Twilight’s expression was fearful.

Her horn glowed, I heard a crack, and I found myself in the middle of the Everfree Forest. I was about to ask Serenity to survey our surroundings when Rage pounded on his containment in my mind. His voice came out of my mouth.

“LET ME OUT!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” He screams with my mouth.

“Oh shit.” I say to myself. “I gotta hold him in. he cannot get out. Countless ponies will get hurt. Are there any towns nearby, Serenity?” There was a pause for a second.

“No, Jackson, we are many miles from the nearest town. Let Rage out, he can only hurt timber wolves and trees at the moment.” She states.

As much as I hated most timber wolves, I had to let Rage burn himself out eventually. I release my control on my body and recede into my mind. I felt the most extreme anger I had ever experienced pulse through my mind. Rage immediately seized my body when I let it go.

There was an explosion of dark energy, signifying Rage had taken over.

He looked at his hands, which the fingers had nasty looking six-inch-long black claws. Our skin turned midnight blue. Our hair, usually a dark brown, lengthened and turned as black as a black hole. Lastly, our eyes turned black with bright red pupils. I think I looked a lot like Dark Jak from Jak 3. I felt Rage grin evilly.

“Let’s test out these claws” he says darkly. He walks us calmly to the nearest tree. He slashes our right-hand claws through the tree at a frightening speed.

The tree stood for a few more seconds. Suddenly, the tree gained four lines of dark energy from the claw marks. The tree slid over on the glowing darkness and collapsed into four disks, the rest of the tree falling to the ground heavily.

I look from behind our eyes with amazement.

Oh man, I need to not anger him this much again. I say to myself in my mind.

“Yeah, ya think, dumbshit? You gotta learn to control me if you want me to explode like this less. ‘With great power comes great responsibility’. Famous quote, huh? Oh, and thanks for playing Jak 3 in our past. That’s the inspiration for my appearance.” He states.

My brain is boiling with counter-anger from Rage taking over. I steel myself inside my head and reclaim control over my body by forcing Rage out of it. His form stays the same, although he no longer is using my body.

Suddenly, my body starts glowing. Not a dark, evil glow, but a bright white good glow. My eyes glow pure white. I am the appearance of Light Jak in Jak 3. I test out the powers of light me. I summon a shield for a second, and slow down time with a clap. I smile with an unusual calmness

I pull my arm back and throw a 200 mph punch at the slowed-down Rage. The punch connects with his gut and he slowly hunches over. I watch him hunch over slowly with mild amusement. When he stops his hunched-over movement, I reel back and do a 150 mph uppercut haymaker straight to his jaw. I hear a slowed-down crack as my fist connects to his jaw, signifying his jaw had broken. I watch him float through the air from my punch.

As he lands on the grass, I crouch down over his chest and start punching him in the face over and over again, time still being slowed down from earlier. Time eventually fades back to the correct speed. His face is severely swelling and bleeding. I am still punching him, keeping up the relentless onslaught of my fists into his face.

He is knocked out now. I see him fade to his usual form of a dark, misty me. I stop punching when my fist goes through him and hits the grass below his head.

The mist that is Rage dissipates and I feel him return to my mind. He slowly returns fro his knocked-out state.

When he wakes up all the way, I start to chew him out for his actions.

‘Rage, I need to talk to you’ I think calmly. ‘I need to see you outside my mind, now.’ He leaves my mind and manifests into his usual form.

“Rage, can I ask you something?” I ask him.

“yeah, sure, whatever.” He replies.

“No, not whatever. I am in control. That is why MY NAME IS JACKSON, AND NOT RAGE!!!!!!!!!!!” I yell at him, using an alternate energy i couldn't recognize, but it was not anger. Because if I used anger, he would get stronger.

“I AM THE CONTROLLER IN THIS UNFRIENDLY RELATIONSHIP AND YOU ARE THE GAME! THE GAME CANNOT, DOES NOT, AND WILL NOT PLAY THE CONTROLLER!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT, YOU PIECE OF SHIT FUCKING BASTARD? I AM THE ONE THAT CONROLS YOU” My voice gets louder with every sentence. “IF YOU EVER OVERSTEP YOUR BOUNDS LIKE THAT  EVER AGAIN, I WILL HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO RID YOU FROM MY MIND PERMANENTLY! I DON’T CARE HOW, I WILL DO IT! DO YOU UNDERSTAND, RAGE!!?”

With my yell tirade finished, I notice two things:

1. My yell reverberated around extremely loudly, so I could tell it was way louder than even the royal voices of the princesses.

2. Rage was curled into a ball, true fear streaked across his face as he stared at me in fright.

The first thought was surprising, but seeing Rage curled into a ball like he was, I couldn’t explain why, but I felt pity for him.

I look at myself and see my skin has turned pure black, and I could tell my eyes and hair turned as black as my skin. My fingernails were black too, as well as my bones. I do not know how my bones turned black as well, but I had a feeling.

Hello, there. I am the one who fueled your anger at Rage. I am dreadfully sorry for his actions. I wished to make it up to you and I did make it up to you by telling him off for you. A new voice said. It sounded like a British accent to me.

“What are you called, Mr. British Voice?” I say out loud. Rage fearfully and quickly returned to my mind as a new form left my mind and manifested in front of me. He looked 100 percent civilized. He had no appearance deviations from a regular human.

Actually, check that.

He had unnaturally grey, soulless eyes. He must have noticed me looking at its eyes, and the eyes changed to a deep sea blue. Much more human-like eyes than those soulless grey ones from a second ago.

“I’m sorry; did you see my real eyes? I must tell you now; I am a shape-shifter. I am here to induce fear in your enemies, murderous or otherwise. I have no name as of yet, unless you deem me worthy of one.” He says.

“You mean, I get to name you? The civil, near-human-looking manifestation of a fear-inducing monster will let me name it?” I think aloud.

“Why, yes. You did create me. I am forever in your debt.” he answered

“Okay . . . well I am glad you are on my side. I think I’ll call you . . . well, I don’t know what to call you. What do you prefer?”

“If you don’t mind my input, I prefer to be called Ketakutan, Ket for short. Ketakutan means ‘fear’ in Indonesian.” He says.

“Sweet. Ket, that’s a good name for you.” I say gratefully.

“No problem, Jackson Tyler. And unlike Rage, I am capable of easily holding my impulses off. You needn’t to worry about me scaring any of those hapless little happy-go-lucky ponies. The advantage I give you outside of battle is this; you can heal any living thing that you deem worthy to be healed and yourself if you focus hard enough.”

“Ket, do you have to talk like that? With the British accent?” I ask him, the accent and appearance bothering me a little.

“Well, if I do that, I would have to match my appearance with my voice, and i dont want to change my voice.” Ket complains in his British accent.

"Well I have an example for you to shape-shift into; let me bring the memory up, hold on a sec.” I tell him. I summon a memory from the depths of my mind.

Ket progressively changes his appearance to match the memory I showed him. After a few minutes, a United States Marine is standing before me. Everything is perfect, including the assault rifle, sidearm, and combat knife in the quick-use sheath.

“Did you make it so the rifle actually works?” I ask Ket.

“Wanna find out?” he asks in an accent I recognized but couldn’t place just yet. He holds out the assault rifle towards me.

“Careful, the safety's off.” He warns.

I hold the rifle at my hip and the rifle belched a few shots into a nearby tree. It was louder than I had anticipated. I drop the rifle and clutch at my ears, close my eyes tightly and taking a knee in pain.

“Aaaaggghhh! That’s really loud!” I shout.

Yeah, that’s how loud that assault rifle is. I did warn you about the gun, but maybe not about how loud it is. Ket says in my mind with mild amusement. He must have slunk back in after I fired my shots. I open my eyes a bit and see no assault rifle nearby.

‘Did you take the rifle with you when you returned to my mind?’ I ask Ket.

Yeah, I did. I didn’t want you to hurt yourself. I do care for your physical well being, like Serenity, and unlike Rage. He replies.

‘okay, now I gotta get back to the-” I start to say. The next second, I am back at the library after a muffled cracking sound. “Library” I finish. I look around. Everypony looks relieved, especially Twilight.

“Hey Jackson, what happened. We heard explosions and a really loud yell. It sounded like you were yelling” Pinkie says.

“Yes, Jackson, I would like to know what happened while you were in the Everfree forest.” Luna says.

“Remember when I returned Rage to my mind? He got really angry when I did that. Thanks, Pinkie, for calling out a doozy involving me, and making Twilight teleport me. Thanks to you, many ponies were saved from a horrid, dark death." she gasped at the word death.

"He took over my body and cut a tree down with a dark form he claimed from my memories, claiming he was ‘testing’ the six-inch claws he got. I kicked him out of my mind and did some stuff I couldn’t easily explain. I slowed down time in a form I claimed from memory, and I kicked his ass, to put it simply.”  I explained. I took a breath.

“Then I told Rage off in a voice louder than the princesses’ Royal Canterlot Voices. That is probably what you heard yelling. The reason I had yelled was a new mental manifestation. He was grateful for my creating of him. He claimed to be a shape-shifter. I named him Ketakutan, mainly because I couldn’t come up with a better name, and because he suggested it. His nickname is Ket.” I finished the explanation.

“May we see Ket? I wanna see who scared Rage.” Chrysalis said.

Ket must have heard Chrysalis and came out of his own accord. His british appearance was back. I was glad because I didn’t want him to scare the ponies with his US Marine form.

“Hello, everypony. I am Ketakutan, Ket for short, and I am the manifestation of fear.” Ket says to the ponies.