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// Chapter 1: The Begining 
// Story: Escaped From the Madhouse 
// by pettvcv 
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	In a standard night of the Everfree Forest, the leaves were rustled by cold wind and shadows augmented the ground A commotion was sweeping across Equestria as the news of the pony who escaped the asylum spread; but here, it was peaceful. He was hiding the bushes, scared and confused. He had been locked up for so long he couldn't remember his name, age, or really anything. He knew to stay away from the Ponies in White, and that everyone called him Night Blade, but he couldn't imagine why. He was a black pony, with blue mane, it was darker before, but he didn't really eat much when he was in the soft room. Also an incident with magic turned his horn into a blade, which they had to cover up.

He was about to take another nap when suddenly he heard voices, and assumed they must be working for the Ponies in White and peered out. The two males he saw were friends, but polar opposites. One was small and kinda big around the waist; he had light-blue hair and an orange mane. The other was tall and really skinny; he had orange hair and a light-blue mane. They were both unicorns. He listened carefully and he heard them speaking the same gibberish the Ponies in White did, he now knew for a fact that they were connected. He then began to thought about playing a special game with them, like tackling them and slashing their throats open, and laughing while he thrusted his horn into them over and over again until the blood stopped disgorging out of their flailing ragdoll bodies. He must have been actually laughing a bit because he saw the two unicorns start to run but he was glad, he always loved a good chase.

They ran and ran and ran. They couldn't stop running, they knew they would be dead if they stopped running, and he was glad that they thought that. His second favorite part of the game was the running. He could smell the sweat of fear oozing from their bodies, he could feel the wind blowing through his hair. It was always cold and it was the way he liked it. He could see they way they ran and would guess about how much longer they could run for before the inevitable death. It was nothing but non-stop pleasure and adrenaline rushing through his body. Sure enough, the bigger one not only stopped running at the time he predicted, but stopped moving altogether. However, his friend didn't pay much attention because he was worried more about his own life than his friends to stop. He then stood and grinned as he started to rub his hoof across the unicorn’s back. The unicorn screamed at the top of his lungs and scrambled to get up, but was stabbed in the leg before he could run off and screamed again, this time more from pain than fear. The Unicorn started speaking the weird tongue of the men in white but his eyes said he was pleading to be spared. However, the unicorn was stupid enough to leave his throat unprotected. He then sliced it open with the knife he has on his head and bathed his mane in blood of his deceased enemy, but before he could finish his little game, the other unicorn return horrified, and yelled loudly. Only this time, he had brought guards. Guards who were going to take him to the Ponies in White. He couldn't let them do that. He had to escape and fast. So he ran, and now it was his time to be hunted.

When he thought that he had lost them he stopped running and took a breather, only to find out he had ran through the forest, and almost into a small settlement. He needed rest but he couldn't possibly stay there. He was still too close to the soft room and the men in white’s main place of operation. It was almost daytime too so the citizens living there would have woken up by the time he got there, and there was nothing close to him but… he heard a strange noise and was frightened for a second, only to see the tracks, and then out ahead, was the train. He may have been able to get inside, but he was so scared that they might see him and take him away, that he ran back into the forest.

He was now very glad that the forest was really dark because now he could lay down and take a nice long nap. He found himself a nice big bush to lay in and fell asleep, dreaming of the fun and games he might be able to play tomorrow.