It was clear Sunday night. As the clock ticked ever closer to 12:00, most ponies decided to call it quits and get some shut eye. Four ponies remained in the living room of the large penthouse which acted as the Vengeful Guardians HQ. Crescent, Ruby and Vanessa were sitting together, letting their conversations eat away at the time of the passing night.
"I remember back when I was just a colt." Crescent said to the two mares. "I was such a messed up kid. Fighting other foals in a pit just to get by. It sucked."
"Well your parents were killed when you were little. It must have been rough." Vanessa said."
"We've all had it rough at some point. But things always get better." Ruby said as she sipped away at the glass of water in front of her.
"You don't have to tell me twice. I remember the day I met you like it was yesterday." Crescent said to Ruby.
Out of his peripheral vision Crescent spotted the fourth pony in the room. A bat-pony with a dark red coat and a black mane with a silver strip running from the tip of his mane to the base of his tail. His cutie mark sported a full moon with a double-edged sword running from the top right to the bottom left. He sat on the floor gazing out across the city lights that made the stars particularly difficult to see.
"What about you Specter?" Crescent called to the bat-pony. "Any part of your past you remember more then others."
"I can recall much of my past." He said not even turning to face Crescent. "Though I would rather not spend my time remembering it."
"Why not?" Vanessa asked.
"The only part of my past that I wish to remember is the memory of my mother. The other 24 years can burn in hell for all I care."
"Specter, what happened to you that was so bad?" Ruby asked.
"You don't want to know."
"Actually we do." Crescent said drawing Specter attention away from the window.
"Specter we've known you for years yet all we know about you is what we've seen in the few years. How can we help you if you don't let us in? How can re trust you if we don't know what you've done?" Specter was silent, so Crescent continued.
"Bad things have happened to all of us and trust me, I know that some things you just want to forget. But sometimes the only way to move on is to run back through what happened, and to let your friends help you."
Specter sighed as he looked between his three friends. "You not gonna let me out of this are you?" All three of them shook their heads.
"Fine." Specter said as he took a seat at the table across from Crescent. "But I have to warn you. Your probably going to cry at the beginning of this story. Then by the end, you'll probably be scared for your life."
"Come on Specter, your not a demon." Vanessa said.
"That opinion may change."