The Life of Two Murderers

It was all black. Being dead was like flying in an endless realm of nothing. You re-live your past memories. Heck, you could be re-reading this story cause it's a memory. My point is, I woke up. It was a blur of mixed colors and lights. I could feel coldness on my back and warm breaths in my face.

I gasped out for breath as a figure stared upon me.

"Ah it worked!" I heard. It was muffled and low. A purple blur stood befor me.

"Now, Fluttershy. I need you to sit up." The Purple blob said, making motions with its hooves to get me up.

I slowly sat up and everything stopped being a blur. It was Twilight. Her mane looked terrible as well as the atmosphere. The room was dark and cold. I didn't remember this place.

Then it hit me.

A giant gust of pain throughout my body. It circled arould me, getting into my head. I couldn't move.

"Ahh. So it does possess you. And your eyes are white, as expected. Perfect. Hopefully it doesn't last long." Twilight said, going upstairs.

It took only a matter of seconds befor a pink, flat mane mare came down holding another pony. The pink one just stared at me. I walked up, and grabbed the pony out of her hooves. I strapped the pony on the table without thought.

I grabbed the butcher knife.

The cold feeling of metal on my hooves felt great. I got to work. I rapidly started chopping away anything I could. The pony screamed till it faded into nothing but gurgles and coughs. I put down the knife and started ripping out all her organs and bones by hoove.

I stopped.

I dropped on the floor, as reality hit me strait across the face. The pony I killed was Beach Berry. She was innocent and kind. But now she is just a pile of skin and internal organs. Her puples were blank like a dead fish. Saliva and stomach acid still came oozing out of her mouth.

"I...I...didn't ...mean...t-to do that. I...I just was...t-taken over." I managed to spit out.

"It's ok Fluttershy." The pink mare said, leaning closer to me.

"Do...do I...k-know you?" I said, stareing at her up and down till I saw her cutie mark.

Three balloons.

One yellow, the other two blue.

"P-Pinkie Pie? Wha-what happened to your mane and-" I looked around the room we were in. "Where are we?"

"Oh! You're in my bacement!" Pinkie said. "And don't call me Pinkie Pie. My name is Pinkamena. Pinkamena Diane Pie." She got up, and looked down at me.

I saw my hooves.

They smelled of rotten flesh and were stained with blood. The blood dried fast and it stained all over my body and mane. The butcher knife layed close to me, soaked in blood and had tiny parts of organs. I then noticed what I had committed. What act I just created.

The act of a murder.

"What have I become?" I said as my voice lost its sweet sound and more of a deeper tone.

"A monster..." Pinkamena said,

"Like me."