Personal Log: Entry no.781236

The past weeks have shown me that the killer did not take kindly to being put on the low priority end of the ‘Most Wanted’ list. His killing sprees have gone up since then and despite this, It’s made the Princesses’ desires to find me all the greater. I can only deduce they believe I would use these killings as fuel for my research. While I have considered it, I would prefer to resurrect ponies that have at least had the chance to receive a decent burial.

Regrettably, these advancements have brought me to a decision that I believe will change Equestria for the worse. My goals have changed since the beginning of this venture, and I find myself disliking the angle my path is taking.

Originally, I wanted to take revenge on Celestia for acting as a god, then as I realised that she never truly claimed to be as such, my research would progress further for the sake of capturing the killer. Now, with Equestria against me, I find that my new goal is to protect those who still love me, by any means necessary, even if it means the destruction of Equestria.

Aiding me in this new quest is Trixie, who’s Necromantic powers have quickly caught up to me thanks to my guidance and sharing of power. Regretably, sexual relations with my mares has become infrequent, which is a great inconvenience since I learned that such activities provide great amounts of energy, which my body has become accustomed to. Now, what I once considered the peak of my magical skills is now my reserve power. Unfortunately, the dead don’t produce as much energy as the living, and since the only remaining life among us is Scootaloo, I am torn. Given Dash’s secret past, it may not be so unthinkable to take advantage of Scootaloo’s… life force. Then again, sex with a foal, is not only taboo, but in my case it would relate to Necromancy, and that is something Dash and I have recently promised not to involve her in. Perhaps it’s time to call upon Fire Reign, or maybe Chrysalis. I wouldn’t mind trying that horn of hers out. Surely, such acts would be mutually beneficial.

Regardless, Trixie has gone into Gryphon territory to seek their aid, either by their own will, or through mental force. If our plan is to go smoothly, we will need an army.

Matters regarding the Killer have arisen. Since my secret has come into the light thanks to the Princesses, the killer seems to have taken an interest in me. He’s given a formal invitation to me to meet him in the Everfree, in the clearing just South of where I currently reside. I’ve taken measures to have Scootaloo moved to the secondary base with the Changelings in case the Royal guard decide to show up and follow us to wherever it is we both hide.

In relation to the killer, I’ve decided to kill him; not because he is a threat to Equestria, no I am also a threat now. I’ve decided to kill him simply because he made my friends cry.

I closed the book and teleported it to the Changeling hideout, where I oversaw one Changeling stumble upon it and systematically take it to the lab in the area carved out just for me and my kin. Chrysalis took the chance to speak with me as I infiltrated the hive mind.

“Be careful, Twilight. This meeting tonight may turn out to be a trap, if not from the Royal Guard, then from the Killer.” she stated. I closed my eyes and cleared my mind of distractions as I thought only about the possibilities of tonight’s outcome.

“Worse comes to shove, they strike me down and I emerge more powerful than ever as a Lich.” I replied aloud, knowing she heard me either way.

“But if you die, wouldn’t the others die as well?” she asked.

“No. Trixie is living off of the ‘Amulet of Sion’. Rainbow Dash is living off of Scootaloo, only temporarily, for the night. I’ve prepared for every scenario, there is no gap in my plan.” I replied. Dropping the conversation there, I severed the connection and made my way to the entrance of the castle. The sun was setting and the time of Luna was dawning upon us. As the orange light shone through the trees, touching my surface, I sighed, enjoying the moment.

“[♪ Starry, starry night.

Paint your palette blue and grey,

Look out on a summer's day,

With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.

Shadows on the hills,

Sketch the trees and the daffodils,

Catch the breeze and the winter chills,

In colors on the snowy linen land.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity

how you tried to set them free.

They would not listen

they did not know how

perhaps they'll listen now.♪](http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_EQcAFZxglo)”

I began to sing, feeling that the song best described the scene before me as well as myself.

“♪Starry starry night

Flaming flowers that brightly blaze

Swirling clouds in violet haze

Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue

Colours changing hue

Morning fields of amber grain

Weathered faces lined in pain

Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

Now I understand

What you tried to say to me

And how you suffered for your sanity

And how you tried to set them free

They would not listen they did not know how

Perhaps they'll listen now

For they could not love you

But still your love was true

And when no hope was left inside

On that starry starry night

You took your life as lovers often do

But I could have told you,

Vincent,

This world was never ment for one as beautiful as you

Starry starry night

Portraits hung in empty halls

Frameless heads on nameless walls

With eyes that watch the world and can't forget

Like the strangers that you've met

The ragged men in ragged clothes

A silver thorn

A bloody rose

Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know

What you tried to say to me

And how you suffered for your sanity

And how you tried to set them free

They would not listen

They're not listening still

Perhaps they never wi~ll!♪”

As my song concluded, the moon began to show through the darkening night and I knew it was time to depart. All the important notes were in the Changeling’s hive while the small scribblings as well as the texts from Luna (which proved to be useless as I’d advanced beyond them already) remained in the now exposed castle. Fluttershy was informed of the situation and was likely delivering food to the Changelings as I walked to my certain doom, or so they would think.

As I reached the clearing where the designated meeting place was held, I spotted a pony already standing there across from me, near the centre. I approached them, not bothering to hide my features. As I came closer to the pony, I could tell that it was a Mare with the same colour pelt as myself, but a Lime green mane instead. Her eyes were also green, but more severe, like long grass. She reminded me of Spike were he a Pony and a Mare at that.

“Pleasure to finally meet you, Twilight Sparkle. I’m Midnight Breeze, I’m such a fan.” she said with the same chipper voice as Pinkie Pie. Her cutie mark resembled a crescent moon with a shooting star in the inner crescent. From this, I could tell she had a knack for astronomy, but what link was there between that and killing?

“Interesting message you left for me, written on the Library in a pony’s blood.” I complimented. It was as she began to speak that I realised how she’d managed to kill so many without even being seen let along caught.

“Oh you know. Use what you have on hoof. And I’ve got blood on my hoof, enough for a thousand of those messages. But what really interested me was what happened some months ago. One of my victims living as if nothing had happened. Your friend, Rainbow Dash, slain by my hoof, or wing in this instant,” she stretched her wings out to reveal sharp blades along the base. That was how she killed Dash in mid-flight; grazing her wing along the victim’s neck. “I couldn’t quite fathom how she survived the cut, let alone the fall. Then the public announcement four months ago. Twilight Sparkle was a Necromancer, able to bring the dead back to life under her control. Well I have to say, I got off on that news. I wanted nothing more than to meet you, but how to get you attention? Surely killing your dragon assistant would only upset you, and I didn’t want to do that… yet.”

Her voice and first impression made me think of Pinkie Pie. Somepony like her with my intelligence was a deadly mixture, possibly the ultimate killer.

“Why kill so many ponies, you seem so intelligent, you’re an astronomer, for Celestia’s sake.” I asked. Midnight was more perceptive than I thought.

“Interesting, you discovered my talent just by observing my Cutie Mark. What’s even more interesting is that although Celestia is out to get you, you still say such things as ‘Celesita’s sake’. You’re an enigma, Twilight, I’ll give you that.” she stepped up to me, but I help my ground. She brought her face up to mind and smiled.

“To answer your question, why kill so many ponies? Well, why not? You may think you found a pattern, that aside from your friend, I’ve only been killing Unicorns, but there’s another pattern, they’ve all been Mares too.” she pointed out. I hadn’t caught that pattern. The victims were indeed all mares.

“There was another one you killed in Ponyville, Rarity; White with a purple mane and tail. She was my friend too.” I said. Midnight seemed surprised to hear that.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Had I known, I might have gone for that Toothpaste coloured pony instead, Lyra I think her name is. I’ve no intention of getting on your bad side, as I said before, yet.” she replied.

“What made you start killing, if I might ask?” I enquired. Midnight seemed to have been waiting for that question.

“I suppose you could say, my sister got me into the swing of things. Well, I call her my sister, but she’s more of a darker side, really. Tel me, how’s your knowledge on multiple personalities?” she asked. So that was it. Midnight herself wasn’t the killer, but simply the host for a murderous mind that was manipulating her. She would have made for a great test subject.

“Ooh, I can see that look in your eyes Twilight. You want to study me, right? Find out what makes my sister tick, why she wants to kill Unicorn mares. I’ve no problem telling you, but you have to keep it a secret.” she said.

“I’ll take it to my grave.” I proposed, irritated at having been so easily read. Midnight seemed satisfied with that answer.

“I had a brother, not like my sister, but an actual brother, external to me. Like you and Shining Armour, only we were more… how should I say, intimate. He was my BBBCFF. Big-Brother-Best-Colt-Friend Forever. I believe you have a variant of such a term. Only without the ‘Colt’ part?” it was more of a statement than a question.

“How did you know about that?” I demanded. Midnight Breeze pulled out my old diary which I had inadvertently left in the Ponyville Library.

“There’s some juicy stuff in here, too. You thought Celestia was sexy when you were just thirteen, you offered an escape from her constant marriage proposals by suggesting she marry you instead. You showed such love and devotion to your Princess. What happened to make you turn on her like this?” Midnight asked, motioning to my appearance. It seemed as though nothing would be hidden from either of us.

“You never finished answering my previous question. You were talking about your brother? Answer that, and I’ll tell you my story.” I offered. Midnight Giggled with glee, regaling me with the story of her intimate relationship with her brother and herself. Apparently, another mare found him wanting and stole him away from Midnight. Days later, her brother was murdered, and no evidence other than an obvious motive could connect the other mare to the crime, So Midnight found her sister and together, they killed the mare, and the killing began.

“Interesting.” I said. I had this pony figured out now. It was my turn to respond to her previous question. I could hear rustling in the leaves and I knew the Royal Guard were watching and listening. I could also feel the presence of the two Princesses as they listened in. Midnight Breeze could also tell they were there.

“So, why turn away from somepony you idolised to the point of unhealthy love?” her rendition of the question made me raise my brow.

“You wanna be the pot, or the kettle?” I asked in return. She just giggled and motioned for me to ignore the phrasing of the question and just answer it. “It was on my Brother’s wedding. Chrysalis, the queen of the changelings had tricked everypony but me. That should have been the first sign. The second sign was when Chrysalis defeated Celestia in magical combat. That’s when I found out the hard way.” I said.

“Found what out?” Midnight asked, as engrossed in the tale as Pinkie would have been.

“Equestria reveres the Princesses as gods. No god could lose to a mere Changeling, no matter their status within the hive. While Celestia and Luna have never claimed to be gods, they’ve done nothing to erase the concept from the minds of their subjects, let alone me. I thought that I at least would have been told the truth. They’re immortal, not invincible. My life was a lie fabricated on ignorance and naivety. I had no intention of wasting my life like that again. So I decided to learn Necromancy in order to take revenge on Celestia. Luna I had no quarrel with, unless she got in my way. Now, I learn Necromancy just for Survival’s sake.” I said. Midnight Breeze bounced up and down on the spot, clearly giddy about the drama of the story.

“That was amazing!” she said with a goofy look on her face. It was then that I heard a dripping sound coming from behind her. So she truly did get off on me. I could feel the tension in the air as the guards prepared to attack. I made a quick decision not to kill Midnight Breeze just yet.

“Midnight, I have a proposition.” I said. The mare was all ears as I could tell she held me in high regard. “I want you to stop killing, at least for now. I figure we could work out a system where you can track down the murderers and rapists, and bring them to me. Once you’ve had your fun with them, I could use them in my research. What do you say?” I asked. Midnight seemed to gasp and smile at the same time, again like Pinkie. Without warning, the mare threw herself onto me and kissed me. It saddened me to realise she was better at it than Trixie and Dash put together. Perhaps I could use her further. But I had to check something first.

“I’d love that, Twilight. I’d like nothing more than to work with you… We’d like nothing more than to work with you.” she said.

“And it doesn’t bother you that I am among the race and gender that you’ve been killing thus far?” I asked. Midnight threw her hoof lazily.

“Oh forget that. There’s always an exception to the rule, Twilight and you are that exception in our eyes.” she replied. And Checkmate. I had her right where I wanted her. I smiled and pulled her head down into a big kiss as I rolled over and ended up on top of her. As we began to make out, I entered her mind and spoke to her.

“We’re staying at the Changeling Hive South West of here, near the Gryphon Border.” I thought to her. I could tell she got the message as she wrapped her hooves around me and pulled me closer.

It was at that extremely inconvenient moment that the Princesses gave the order to attack. The two of us groaned in annoyance as I got off of my new energy source and partner.

“Jealous much, girls?” I muttered to the Princesses as we readied ourselves for a fight. The princesses were among the last to emerge from their hiding places as the guards surrounded us.

“Care to show me the extent of your skills, Midnight?” I asked. Midnight went giddy and began shaking with excitement.

“Who should I spare?” she asked. I already knew who to spare. The Princesses. They were going to see this.”

“None but the Princesses.” I replied. Midnight squeed with joy and shot towards the circle of guards. One by one, like a lightning bolt, Midnight cut the guards down, and with my magic, I brought them back, under my control. I wasn’t prepared to reveal my ability to control the living to my former idols just yet. Within seconds, Luna’s Night Guard were under my total control as they circled around the two alicorns instead.

“You want the most wanted, you got the most wanted.” I said, smirking as in a flash of light, Myself, Midnight Breeze and the Night guard disappeared, teleported to the old castle where I let the guards rest in peace.

“This is going to be more fun than I thought.” I said.

Author's Note

Alright, two chapters in under 24 hours. They may appear to be published a day apart, but remember I tend to do this stuff after midnight. So the song is 'Starry Starry Night' (Or 'Vincent') by Don McLean, this version sung by my favourite singer, Declan Galbraith. He'd have been 11 or 12 when he sang this, so he was popular before Justin Beiber! HAHA! I think he was 9 when he came out with this:

Anyway, hope you liked the new chapter. I originally planned to have Twilight and the Killer act as enemies, and both of them would survive the assault, but I feel this would be more interesting. So, let me know what you think.