Somtimes our Darkest hours, are our most influental ones... · 2:32am Apr 9th, 2013
"So, tell me Shadow: Why did you kill her?" asked the Vampony, solemnly, pacing around me.
"I was ordered to," I said, trying to form words around my swollen tongue and cheek.
"You weren't ordered to, Shadow: You killed her on your own accord. One of your only friends, dead by your hoof. I think that makes you a monster," The vampony continued, his breathing muffled. "I was wondering what would break first... Your spirit... or your body."
I couldn't deny it: My back was broken to hell. It would take a few hours to regenerate. And this fuckers plan was in full effect. In those few hours it would take to heal, he would have flattened Canterlot and the surrounding cities, all because of me.
"Think, Whitey: Think of all the ponies you could have saved by just dying..." The vampony said emotionlessly, as he kneeled in front of me. "I wonder what your final hours will be like."
"Well, they'll start off simple: By killing you."