The Chronicles of Blood Beat.

by BloodBeat

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Comedy, Adventure, Dark
Length: 1344

Blood Beat is the figure of a famous legend across Equestria, but will he be able to fulfill his duties?

Blood Beat was always a strange little colt, having been born with a strange cutie mark already decorating his flank. But when he finds out who he's really supposed to be, will he be able to accept his fate? These are his stories.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-05-01 03:13:29 UTC

Prologue

Tyrant paced back and forth across the dark marble floor. "Damn! How much longer till they find the miserable brat?!" He bellowed, cutting through silence of his chambers. His terrified minions kept silent, pressed against the whall shivering in fear. "Well?!" He questioned, his eyes burning like miniature explosions. Finally, one of his braver demons stepped forward, and managed to say,"W-well lord, all of the towns you've had us search so far have turned up nothing of the child." Tyrant responded with a roar, "This is the year he is to be born! If we do not find him now, then we are giving him a chance to fulfill his destiny!" The poor creature before him nearly fainted at this point. "Well, lord Tyrant, there is  one more place that could fit the description..." he suggested. "What? Where is this place?" The demonic alicorn demanded, interested at this new development. "P-Ponyville sir!"

"Bah! We can not mess with that place. Too dangerous!" Tyrant replied bitterly. "The legend indeed says that the hero will be of birth from the most unexpected place, but destroying Ponyville would not be a wise idea. I know that my sister has hidden the Elements of Harmony there somewhere. I can not risk her knowing of my plans. Time is running out, I suppose I will simply have to deal with this problem when it arises. This is the only available course of action at the moment." He said, walking to the large window at the far end of the room, looking upon his dark kingdom. "Hero of Equestria. I WILL destroy you. I can not let you interfere. Soon all shall bow before the mighty Tyrant!" He laughed.

                                                                                      -20 years later-

Somewhere in the streets of manhattan, a hooded stallion stood under a street light, the rumble of a train passing over the tracks above him cutting through the quiet night. He stood looking out at the club across the street, it's bright neon lights illuminating the red brick building effectively enough so that he could see the long, crowded line leading off for what seemed like several blocks. He began crossing the street, headed straight for the entrance. The bouncer at the door noticed this and stepped in his way right as he got to the door. "And where do you think you're going?" Asked the burly stallion blocking his path?" The figure trying to enter responded,"I'm just trying to get into this damn club, that's all." The much bigger pony looked down at him with a smirk, "And so you'll be going to the back of the line now. Unless of course you think you're too good for that?" Recieving nothing but a silent stare, he went on with his mocking, "Let's see, what's your name kid?"

"Blood Beat." The pony said, pulling back his hood to reveal a dark red coat, and black mane with neon red streaks. "Well sorry, that doesn't ring any bells chump. Now get your ass to the back of the line, before I feel the need to escort you from the premises." He said with a smirl, cracking his neck. Blood Beat was becoming impatient by now. In one quick movement, he raised his front right hoof, and slammed it into the bouncer's nose, resulting in a resounding crack, and a splash of blood across his hoof. The people at the front of the crowd screamed, attracting a fair amount of interest from those farther back, poking their heads up in an attempt to see the cause of all the commotion. Blood picked up the gaurds pen and wrote a giant "Fuck You" Across the front of his stupid list. He spat the pen back into the gaurds face and walked inside.

Night club encounter.

The strobe lights and pounding music  no longer phasing him, having spent enough time in raves to grow use to them. He found an empty seat at the bar and sat down, odering a glass of tequila. As he sat sipping his drink, he regarded his life. He was from Manehattan, where he lived his entire life. He had been born with his cutie mark,a strange black skull with three eye sockets. He now lived on his own in a trailer on the pier, despite the ridiculous amount of money he made, he was always flat broke. He never had any idea where his money went. He made music for a living, creating dubstep tracks for somepony he knew only as DJ PON-3. She was apparently very famous, and the job would have made him quite wealthy, if he knew how to handle his money. He also made it his own personal job to fight any monsters that threatened Manehattan. He had a talent for it, and no one else ever even seemed to notice them. This also included the extremely powerful demonic creatures that had been popping up everywhere lately. He looked up from his drink, looking around the club. Through the lights he could see dancers on poles, tons of perverts throwing cash onto their stages.

Blood also noticed plenty of demons here, his vision flashing between reality and the disguises the creatures put around themselves. He shook his head, not sure if they were actually present, or if his booze was messing with his head. He slid off of his stool, and began walking around, trying to keep himself alert. He doubted that the demons would attack him her in public, but they were very unpredictable. He noticed that all of them were watching him as he made his was around, never once was he out of their sight. He decided to ignore them, seeing as he was in no immediate danger. He began to bob his head to the music, somehow familiar with the tune playing through the clubs speakers. The alchohol in his system prevented him from thinking clearly enough to recognize the song though. He continued walking, swaying without any real idea of where he was heading, nor could he remember the reason he had come here.

Blood was in the midst of trying to remind himself why he was here, when somepony stepped in his way. "Heeeyy Bloood! Said a blue and white mare, tumbling into his way."I haven't seen you in forever! Where've you been?" Blood backed away quickly, to avoid being so close to the wasted female in front of him. "Hey Trixie. I've just been around, not really hitting the clubs lately though." He said awkwardly. "Awwwww, that's too bad, I've missed partying with you." She slurred, poking him playfully in the chest. Blood had met Trixie in a small bar about a year ago, crying and slumped over in a booth at the very back corner. He found her to be extremely beautiful, and decided to try his luck with her. He introduced himself, and learned a great deal about the unicorn. She was a magician, and had been shamed, humiliated, and run out of town by the citizens of her last stop, Ponyville. After spending several minutes listening to her, he began working his own type of magic, seducing her with his devilish charm. Things quickly escelated from there, leading to one hell of a night. But although they simply had a beautiful one-night stand, they still remained good friends. He never felt the same awkwardness around her as he did with all his past mares that he had been with.

"Weeeeelllll! How about we get you back to partying. I'll bet you're out of practice!" The drunken mare giggled, slightly swaying. "How exactly do you become 'out of practice' at partying?" He asked innocently. "Heheheh. I think we're both thinking of two different kinds of partying." She said, smiling devilishly. Blood finally caught on and felt his face grow warm from flush, hoping the color of his coat kept it from being noticable. Trixie then grabbed him by the hoof and began leading him towards a large door. She threw open the door with her magic, and dragged him in after her.