Changes

listen : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j4uGSN7LzOM

Your group spread out; you, Reid and the leader going in one group and everyone else going off on their own. You followed the leader, who's name was Johnathon, to a small house. He walked up to the front door and gripped his baseball bat.

"You two ready?" Johnathon asked.

You weren't but you both answered 'Yes.' He smiled and looked at the door once more before raising his leg, bent at the knee, towards the door and kicking it in.

"Stick with me." Said Johnathon.

You all hustled in and began smashing everything you saw. You Smashed pictures on walls and vases with your baseball bat; Reid was throwing their t.v. out of a window. Johnathon went upstairs to go greet your surprise-hosts. You stayed down stairs, knocking over their fridge so that the tile floor of the kitchen was shattered.

Johnathon soon came downstairs holding an old pony by his mane. This pony was screaming out as many curses as he could think of and was silenced by Johnathon's knee connecting to his stomach.

"You two! Help me teach this man a lesson about how to treat guests." Said Johnathon, brandishing his bat.

You didn't want to, but you knew that if you didn't you would 'fail initiation'.

*Sorry old dude.*

You, Reid, and Johnathon circled the old pony and were beating him with your bats. He was screaming out in pain as Johnathon insulted him and laughed. You had to pretend to enjoy this but wanted to sick up at your own actions. Bones were crunching and metallic dings and dongs filled up the house until Johnathon suggested that you three check out another house. You left, but not before smashing every plate and window in this old and injured pony's home.

You walked outside and heard the sounds of people screaming and yelling, things breaking, and malicious laughter coming from the surrounding houses. As you walked out Johnathon stopped outside of another house.

"Want to see something cool?" he asked.
Before you could answer he pulled out a small alcohol bottle with a small rag protruding from the neck and a lighter. He lit the rag and threw the bottle at this house. The bottle crashed through the bedroom window and exploded in flame inside the house. Screaming erupted from the house and you could hear a guy and a mare run out of the room and towards the front door. Johnathon stepped just to the side of the door and waited for the couple to run out. When the door flew open the wife caught a bat to the head and the husband got a good crack on the head. They both slumped to the floor just inside of their burning home, Johnathon leaving them there.

He walked away laughing and lead the two of you to several more houses. You smashed and crashed and broke and busted and destroyed and decimated everything you saw. You weren't sure how many people died at Johnathon's hand that night, you lost count somewhere around twenty. You could tell that the other members of the order were doing the same do to the flames erupting throughout the town and the pegasi flying over houses dropping molotovs and liquor that was lit on fire.

Blood stained this town until there was nothing but rubble and bodies left of it. You had been accepted into the family and were walking back to the camp, listening to the others congratulate each other on their 'excellent performances'.

You were disgusted.