chapter 10
Twilight lay on the couch, muzzle deep in her studies while enjoying some mint tea. Unfortunately this quiet morning was not meant to be as somepony began pounding on the door to the library,
“You know it’s a PUBLIC library, you can come in.”
After she said that, Pinkie Pie bolted in and was quickly followed by. . . Trixie? Twilight was now glaring at the blue unicorn with discontent as she was about to tell her off, when suddenly Pinkie bounces in front of her,
“Twilight, Twilight, Twilight! You gotta help us! Something is wrong with Colt! His eyes are really really scary and his voice is even scarier!” Pinkie’s rambling confused Twilight.
“I know Colt being in trouble is a problem to you Pinkie, but why is SHE here?!" She said as she stared Trixie down.
“T-Trixie is sorry for what she did to you and your friends Twilight but please help us! Something is wrong with Colt!” Pinkie and Trixie looked at her with pleading eyes, begging for her help.
“*sigh* Fine, I’ll help you but after this, tell me everything, got it?” Pinkie and Trixie both nodded furiously as they bolted out of the library to Barnyard Bargains.
As you approached the general store you began to think of how you would make this as fun as possible. Would you break his legs and throw him in a lake? No, not painful enough, maybe you could gouge out his eyes and make him eat them. Nah it would be over too quickly, but then as you looked in the window an idea began to form, one so cruel you were almost shocked that you thought of it. You look in and see him holding a pink filly wearing a tiara,
“Daddy, I want a new dress!” she yelled
“Anything you want sweetie,” Filthy Rich said, trying to calm his brat of a daughter.
“What about me? Do I get a new dress?” you say sarcastically as you open the door with a disturbing look on your face as you were still covered in blood from eliminating his lackies.
“W-What are YOU doing here? What did you do to Heavy Weight and Butcher!” He yelled as he set the filly down behind the counter.
“Oh, those stallions had names? Huh, well if you want to see what’s left of them look down.” You say pointing to the blood on your feet from when you had crushed Heavy Weight.
As he looked down, the look on his face changed from that of anger to one of fear as he noticed the large amount of blood still clinging to your feet and pant legs.
“I guess you know why I am here,” You say cracking your knuckles and stepping forward.
“Now my question is, why shouldn’t you end up like your men?” You say as you tower over him and his daughter who was now curled up on the floor crying.
“I-I have a daughter! If you kill me, who will take care of her!?”
You ignore him, knowing there was no reason in existence to let this monster live. You head over to the hardware part of his little store and find just what you were looking for: barbed wire. You take a length of it and begin to tie it into a makeshift lasso, and throw the loop around his neck and quickly pull on it. All he manages to do is scream before the wire begins to dig into his skin releasing a steady flow of blood from his neck as he fell to the floor. You walk over to him and begin wrapping the barbed wire around him. When you ran out of wire you looked down to inspect your handiwork, not bad, he was wrapped head to hoof in barbed wire loosely enough to where it didn’t cut him, yet.
You then toss the little remaining wire over one of the rafters above and wrap your hands in a thick towel before pulling on it to raise him in the air like a pinata. As his full weight began to contact the wire, you could see in slowly but surely digging its way into any part of him that it touched. He howled in pain as you raised him, seeing him hanging like that, blood flowing freely from the various cuts the wire was giving him brought a smile to your face. With him now dangling in mid air as the wire cuts ever deeper into his body you look around for anything to add to the fun, to your left you see a bag of salt. Perfect.
You head over to his mangled body as he was still crying out in agony, you rip open the bag of salt over his head and watch his face as it comes into contact with the many cuts and lacerations covering his body. The salt, now entering his wounds, causes his face to contort into that of one who was truly suffering. You walk over to the filly and pick her up, she struggles to escape your hold but she is too weak. You lift her up to eye level with her dear ol’ dad.
“Now Filthy Rich, I have a deal for you. If you can walk to the door on your own, I will let you live, but should you fail. . . “ You look down to the quivering filly in your arms.
“Well I will let you figure that one out,” you say with a evil grin across your face.
You look around the store and manage to find a large pair of hedge clippers, how did they even use these? You take them and cut the wire holding him up which sends him crashing to the ground landing in a small puddle of his own blood and a bit of salt that hadn’t stuck to his wounds. you cut him out of the wire restraints and sit back and watch has his shaky legs begin to lift him, but lucky for you he collapses before he can get up. He then begins to drag his bloody mass across the shop floor towards the door. Ten feet away. Eight feet away. Six feet away. Four feet away. Two feet away. As he looks up at the doorway in relief that this was over all he saw was you standing over him shaking your head in disappointment.
“I said WALK not crawl,” you say as you kick his body across the room making a loud thud as he hits the side of the counter.
“Since you couldn’t walk to the door, it’s her turn, “ As you look over to the tied up filly laying on top of the counter he had hit.
You shove the crying filly into a burlap sack and tie off the end. You sling the bag over your back as you drag Filthy to the middle of the floor, you then swing the bag as hard as you can into his body, repeatedly slamming it down onto his head. After a few hits, you open the bag and take out the broken filly, she had at least one broken leg and massive bruises covered her body. You couldn’t tell is she was bleeding or the blood of her father had seeped into the bag. You shrug it off and dump her out onto the floor.
You pull out your iPod once again and hit play, you could hear the Scissor Sisters coming on, so you have something you can listen to as you think.
Song name: I Can't Decide
It's not easy having yourself a good time
Greasing up those bets and betters
Watching out they don't four-letter
Fuck and kiss you both at the same time
Smells-like something I've forgotten
Curled up died and now it's rotten
I'm not a gangster tonight
Don't want to be a bad guy
I'm just a loner baby
And now you've gotten in my way
I can't decide
Whether you should live or die
Oh, you'll probably go to heaven
Please don't hang your head and cry
No wonder why
My heart feels dead inside
It's cold and hard and petrified
Lock the doors and close the blinds
We're going for a ride
It's a bitch convincing people to like you
If I stop now call me a quitter
If lies were cats you'd be a litter
Pleasing everyone isn't like you
Dancing jigs until I'm crippled
Slug ten drinks I won't get pickled
I've got to hand it to you
You've played by all the same rules
It takes the truth to fool me
And now you've made me angry
I can't decide
Whether you should live or die
Oh, you'll probably go to heaven
Please don't hang your head and cry
No wonder why
My heart feels dead inside
It's cold and hard and petrified
Lock the doors and close the blinds
We're going for a ride
Oh I could throw you in the lake
Or feed you poisoned birthday cake
I won’t deny I'm gonna miss you when you're gone
Oh I could bury you alive
But you might crawl out with a knife
And kill me when I'm sleeping
That's why
I can't decide
Whether you should live or die
Oh, you'll probably go to heaven
Please don't hang your head and cry
No wonder why
My heart feels dead inside
It's cold and hard and petrified
Lock the doors and close the blinds
We're going for a ride
As the music began to fade, you had finished thinking and now had a simple solution to your problems, leave no survivors. But as you raise your foot over the little filly something struck the back of your head and you blacked out.
As Twilight, Pinkie, and Trixie ran through town, Pinkie tried her best to explain the situation with you and Trixie. Twilight for the most part was shocked by what she heard but she would talk to you about it later.
“There's Barnyard Bargains! I don’t see Colt, we may have beat him here!” Twilight said in a hopeful tone.
But as they neared, their feelings of hope were replaced by that of fear as they heard a stallion scream in pain from inside the shop. They all froze, unable to act or even speak as the screams continued. Pinkie was the first to inch her way towards the window to see what was happening. What she saw inside disturbed her deeply, she saw you slamming a heavy looking bag on a blood covered Filthy Rich. What happened next just added to it as you untied the end of the bag and out fell a crimson red Diamond Tiara. You began to walk to the other side of the shop and a song began to play, the lyrics made Pinkie cringe.
Against all logic, she began to sneak her way into the shop while your back was turned. As the song ended she hid behind a large shelf in the hardware aisle. She looked out from her hiding spot and saw you walk over to the young filly, and watched as you slowly raise your foot over her. In a panic, Pinkie grabbed a nearby shovel and hit you over the back of the head before you could kill another.
Soon after the loud sound of metal hitting bone echoed out of the shop, Twilight and Trixie slowly and cautiously made their way into the store. Twilight nearly got sick at the sight of the bodies laying on the floor, barely breathing. She looked over to see a distraught, flat-maned Pinkie standing over a shovel with a small amount of blood on the flat end.
“P-Pinkie, what happened?”
“H-He was gonna *sob* a-and I didn’t know what to *sob* so I-I just hit him.” As she said this she let out a torrent of tears.
Trixie on the other hand was just standing there in shock, not being able to comprehend what just happened, the pon-, er person she knew Colt to be would never do this! What happened?
“Pinkie, Trixie, help me tie him up so he doesn’t try anything. We need to figure out what happened to cause this.” as she went over to your body to flip you over what she saw scared her immensely, your eyes were black...
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(P.S. If you haven't realized why his eyes are black and why he had a change in personality, the chest in his mind read Absconditus Ego. . . . it means hidden self in latin. . . alter ego? /facepalm )