Chapters "Slice, slice, cut and tear. Give them all something to fear!" The music droned on and on while Dustin mindlessly flipped through his copy of sports illustrated. Why he even kept buying them, he would never know. He had different interests, of the dark and sadistic kind. Something not many people really understand.
Dusting had always been really dark. In 7th grade, when his science class dissected frogs, he had a smile on his face the entire time. But, I guess that's what happens when your mother is an abusive drunk and you have no father.
The cell phone in his pocket rang,and as he opened it, he could hear Twilight Sparkle ruffling through some of the pages of the books that were stacked ceiling high in her room.
"Dustin? Are you there?"
"Yeah, Twi, I'm here. What's up?"
"Did you get that copy of Black Damascus and it Properties I asked you to pick up for me? I kinda really need it."
"Yeah it's right here."
"Thanks. Just bring it to school tomorrow."
"Sure thing." Dustin pressed end on his phone and threw it on his bed. He gave a sigh and threw his magazine in the trash bin. "No more of that shit."
Dusting showed up to school the next day with an outwardly joyful appearance. But he could still feel all the eyes boring into the back of his skull as he searched for Twilight Sparkle. He almost immediately spotted her dark purple clothes against the red wall by the gymnasium. He walked over and pulled her book from his backpack.
"Here," he said. "I don't know why you need to know the properties of Damascus, and I don't want to. Just give me the money you promised, and I'll get outta your hair." Twilight gave a sour face and pulled five dollar bill from her purse.
"Fine. Here ya go." They traded off and Dustin made his way top the student council office for the vending machine.
As he rounded the hallway leading to the student council room, he suddenly ran smack into something that made him falll back. He looked up after recovering, and it was the cutest girl he had ever seen! She had wavy pink hair, and a nervous look on her face. She was wearing a super short mini skirt with a slightly revealing short sleeved shirt. Dustin was awestruck at the definite beauty of this girl, and reached out without thinking to see if she was okay. As soon as she saw him move, though, she got up and bolted away. He was dumbfounded at what he had done to scare her. Nobody had ever RUN AWAY from him before. Especially when they had never met before.
"Oh well." he said to himself and shrugged the situation off, and went to get himself a Pepsin from the vending maching.
The bell was ringing as Dustin stepped into the classroom. He slunk back to his seat next to Rarity before the teacher noticed him and started complaining about him being late. She was lucky he even showed up.
The door opened and the principal stepped in, followed by...that super cute girl from before! Dustin couldn't believe it! She was in his class and the only empty seat was to his right. This was a dream come true!
"Hello, class. this is your new classmate!" he turned to the girl."Would you like to introduce yourself, miss?" She mumbled something inaudible.
"What?" A kid asked.
"F-f-fluttershy" she said, barely able to be heard.
"Well Fluttershy," said the teacher. "Why don't you take that empty seat next to Dustin. It seems it's the only empty one."
"O-okay."
As she was getting her stuff set down next to her seat, Dusting leaned over and said, "Hi, I'm Dustin. I don't think you got my name earlier. Nice to meet you Fluttershy."
She hid herself.
'Hmm. I guess she's just shy.' thought Dustin. 'Better give her some time.' So he went about his day.
It was eleven o'clock at night, and Dustin was walking home from the rave that night. It had been three weeks since Fluttershy moved there. And she still hadn't even spoken a word to him.
He had decided to take the back alleys home, so he could have some more time alone. But then, all of a sudden, he heard some grunting. He thought maybe it was just one of the local vagabonds sleeping in a box. Or somebody trying to throw up. But as he got closer to the sound, he heard smacking, like someone was being punched. He peered around the corner and his eyes grew wide at what he saw.
Fluttershy was holding a man up off the ground by his throat with one hand, and was grasping a butcher's knife in the other. She had a cold, almost insane smile on her face and the look in her eyes that an otaku gets when he gets a box set of his favorite anime.
"Now now," she said loudly, in a teasing yet hate-filled tone. "You aren't gonna try running again are you? No, I don't think so. After all, I'm the one with the knife."
The man gave a garbled response, and her smile widened.
And then she brought her hand up, and swung it down right on his shoulder, over and over again, until it fell off. The man's screaming stopped immediately when she held the knife to his throat.
"You're no fun," she said with a dissapointed look on her face, as she readied herself to slit his throat. Just then, Dustin came out of hiding.
"Wait!" She looked back at him with fear in her eyes.
"D-dustin?" She dropped the guy and he lay there gasping for breath.
Dustin reached into his jacket pocket as he walked over to her, and pulled out a scalpel.
"here, use this. It's a much better feel." He handed her the scalpel, and the joyous look returned to her face. She turned back to the man and knelt down next to the man writhing in agony on the ground. She took the scalpel and started under his eye, cutting down, down, to his neck, and slit his throat slowly. Dustin smiled as the blood ran down the man's neck, and spurted from the fatal wound. The blood pooling under the man's head ran toward the side of the alley, and towards Dustin. Once again, happiness rushed through him, and he had pleasure from every breath.
Fluttershy stared at him as he tilted his head back and welcomed the feeling. Was this another person who understood the things she liked? After all, you don't see many people carrying around a scalpel in their jacket pockets. Maye she could give him a chance. It would be nice to have someone she could actually talk to.
Author's Note
Yes, this is a humanized version of everything. No, in this fic, the mane six are not the elements of Harmony, and I would like to point out that there is no correlation between Rosario-Vampire's Alucard to this Alucard, or the one from Hellsing for that matter. Comment comment comment!
Fluttershy and Dustin walked on in the pitch darkness. The only thing lighting the way was the torch that Dustin had taken from the wall. They kept walking on and on, as if the tunnel never ended. But it did. After a while, they came to a dust large set of double doors, and Dustin pulled out a key. He brushed some dust off the door to reveal a keyhole, and unlocked the door. Behind the door was, you guessed it, more darkness.
Dustin woke up in the morning on the floor, in a clear spot still holding Fluttershy as if he was holding on for dear life. She was transfixed, her eyes closed, and he knew that she couldn't even feel him,
A few minutes later, the angelic girl landed right in front of the princess' castle. It was a magnificent gothic Structure, with a large lawn, and animals running around playfully. Guards were positioned by each side of the gate,
Celestia sat sideways on her throne, with a video game controller in her hand staring at a rather large LCD television. It was as if she didn't even know they were there. The girl in purple cleared her throat, and Celestia tore her gaze from the game she was playing. When she saw who was there, she lit up like a match.
Fluttershy whipped her head to the left, to the right, up, back to the right. Where were those voices coming from? Who were they? Just then, she saw her late father appear before her eyes, a bottly of scotch in one hand, and his belt in the other.
Dustin was wary as he walked along in the pitch darkness. It was as if this hallway had no end, and that he would never find Fluttershy. All of a sudden, he saw the faintest hint of light. A slim line, like a door cracked open. he made his way toward it, and peered through.
It was a dimly lit old-looking study with bookcases lining every wall, and a desk in the center of the room. There was a little girl standing in the middle of the room, staring up at something. Dustin moved a bit to get a better view, and his eyes widened at what he saw.
There was a woman standing on top of the desk, a rope around her neck. The other end was tied to a beam crossing in the ceiling. She looked down at the little girl, with an apologetic look in her eyes, as she secured the rope around her neck. Then, with one swift movement, she knocked her legs from under herself, catching her neck with the rope,and snapping it, killing her instantly. The little girl looked up at her mother, confusion sweeping over her face.
"Mommy? Mommy, wake up. I need you to go away from daddy with me." She tugged on her mother's nightgown, as if she could wake her up. "Mommy?" The little girl's eyes welled up with tears as she realized her mother wasn't going to wake up. Ever. She went to the corner of the study and sat down, starting to cry. After that, the scene began to grow hazy,changing as a fog-like mist obscured Dustin's vision. When it cleared, it was pure white everywhere, the only thing visible in the empty space being a door a few feet across from where he stood. He stepped over the threshold and crossed to the other door. As he reached for the handle, he heard a soft scuttling sound that echoed through the room menacingly.
Fluttershy coughed and coughed until she threw everything up. Still, she couldn't get the taste of him out of her mouth. She had been violated. Again. She lay there, helpless as the man rubbed and prodded the most sensitive of her areas. Her face was covered in white sticky juices as the memory of her father continued to molest and rape her, occasionally returning to beating her again and again. Her whole body ached, her will to fight back was gone. She had given up. Just like she had when he was alive. She let him do his thing, like it was no big deal, believing that this was punishment for killing all those innocent people. Karmic revenge, some would say. The universe getting even. Too bad she would never see Dustin again. She really did like him. But now, she was doomed to an eternal hell, just like the voice that had spoken to her in the cave had said, right before she blacked out.
She tensed as she felt her father enter her nether region, feeling his member throb as it slowly made its way into her. She hated that feeling, despised it with a loathing that only the devil could have created. She grew rampant, gaining back her will to fight, and taking it further, losing control as her head swam and her vision faded away...
Dustin looked up into the face of a beautiful woman. Her eyes gleamed with love, giving off the kind of vibe only a mother could give. Too bad this face was attached to one of the most hideous creatures Dustin had ever seen. It looked like a centipede, very large, nearly seventeen times his size. its legs were clicking as it examined its prey, hungrily and impatiently trying to decide how it should kill him. It hadn't eaten since its master's last kill, and it was starving. Dusting looked right at it, horrified. There was something even more frightening than Alucard? Inside Fluttershy's mind, of all things, where it had the advantage. He tensed as he readied himself for the fight of a lifetime. Suddenly, the monster reared back, giving a loud shrieking wail, and dove toward him. He dodged out of the way, just in time as the creature crushed into the spot just where he had been standing, turning the spot into a pile of white rubble. This monster truly was the most powerful thing he had ever faced. His only hope was to get through that door. There was no way in hell he could possibly beat that thing! If there was anything he could do, he would, but...
"Hey buttface!" He yelled, taunting the creature. "Come and get me!" It rushed toward him with such speed, he barely had enough time to jump up. He landed on the monster's head,
Blood everywhere. There was nobody left alive. Dead bodies littered the ground.
he brought the sword down, slicing the undead girl in half right down the middle. A tear formed in Dustin's eye as he realized he just killed the only person who really knew hoped this didn't have a negative impact on Fluttershy's personality.
Fluttershy returned to her senses, feeling like she had passed out drunk. She bent over and vomited all over the floor. She looked over at the twisted and now deformed body. She glanced to the knife laying by her hand, covered in blood, and a wicked grin flashed across her face. She picked it up, and went over to him. She began hacking, stabbing and slicing at the body, blood spurting everywhere as she laughed maniacally. She grabbed one of his arms and snapped it in half using her knee, over and over again,
Dustin looked up as the door suddenly clicked and swung open. Standing there, naked from the waist down, her shirt torn in several places, soaked in blood, was Fluttershy.
The lock turned easily as Dustin turned the key. The door to his "lab" had not been opened for a few months, but everything was still in pristine condition. This had been his father's personal research lab when he was still with them. But when he dissapeared, Dustin rearranged everything to his liking. Surgical tools lined up on the counters, sterilization chemicals on a shelf, a surgeon's table in the middle of the room, with leather straps for the more resistant "patients" as Dustin liked to call them. Fluttershy looked around in awe. "This is all yours?"
Author's Note
Well, I hope you guys liked this one. Suspense to come! Don't get too antsy! The next chapter is right around the corner!
