Do You Wonder?

by DismantledAccount

I Wondered.

Looking out of my cell, I can see the sky. I wish you were here; I wish I could talk to you. I could offer so much to you; I could keep you from becoming me. I hope you never become me. There is no place for people like me, but I wasn’t always what I am today. It started small. So very small. . . .

I was like you. I never wondered. I was normal—happy. We were happy. But then I ruined it: completely by accident. While working in the mine, I triggered a cave in. I watched the rocks crush the life out of a pony.

And then the reality hit me: I just killed my best friend.

But I didn’t cry.

Instead, I wondered.

I wondered how it felt; I wondered why he screamed. I simply wondered.

I wondered if I could do it again.

I wondered if the rocks could paint the floor red.

But I was wise; I waited. But then the time came.

It was so simple to remove the support beams; the ceiling was so unstable.

But this time was different. He didn’t stop moving. Only his legs were pinned. He called out to me for help.

But I wondered.

I wondered what would happen if I crushed his head with the shovel.

I wondered what pretty colors were inside.

I blamed it on the rocks; nopony doubted me. But I knew.

And so I waited.

But every day, the wondering grew stronger.

But I couldn’t go back to the mine. They wouldn’t understand. I just wanted to know. So I wondered what to do next.

Staring out over the water, I smiled.

I wondered how long a pony could stay underwater. I wondered who would tell me. The answer was surprisingly simple: all I had to do was convince the mare to go swimming with me. I think that she assumed that I was flirting with her. It was fun while it lasted, but all things come to an end. Wrapping my hooves around her neck, I pushed her under the surface. I wondered when her bubbles would stop. I wondered when she would stop thrashing. I wondered.

I smiled as I watched her golden locks billow around her.

Then it was over.

There was such beauty in the tranquility of her.

I let the current wash her downstream.

It felt good to know.

But still, I wondered.

I wondered how long a pony would burn. I wondered how I would find out. My wondering paid off, and I came upon the idea of a filly. Yes. A filly.

I wondered how big to make the fire pit. I wondered how strong to make the shackles. I wondered how much tar to slather over her. I wondered how long it would take after I lit it.

Screaming. Crying. Begging. I wondered if she would stop. I wondered how loud she would get. I wondered if I was far enough in the forest.

She fell to the ground, and I knew.

I wondered what was next. What else was there to know?

I wondered how far I could bend a wing the wrong way. I wondered what would happen if a knee was bent backward. What if it was bent sideways?

I wondered.

He screamed.

And I knew.

I wondered how long he would scream. I wondered how long he would cry.

He cried until his life spilled out on the floor at my hooves. Then he finally fell silent.

I was already wondering again. I found another filly. She tried to escape, but it was her destiny to help me know.

I took her to the place in the forest that only I knew of: a secret place that nopony would find. The smell of wondering permeated the air.

The things I learned will never be forgotten.

She cried for her mommy; she cried for her daddy.

Again and again. In and out. Over and over.

Never did I once suspect that a child could spill so many tears.

Never did I know that a nail could pierce bone.

But then I did; now I do.

I came home late that night.

Your mother was worried, but I told her not to be. She persisted, and I ignored her. She said that I shouldn’t be out after dark. That some ponies were missing. I ignored her, but she wouldn’t stop asking about where I had been.

She wouldn’t stop. It’s her fault.

She made me wonder.

She made me wonder if I could make her stop talking.

I wondered if I hitting her would shut her up. I wondered why she cried. Why wasn't she happy? Didn’t she want me to learn? Crouching over her, I whispered in her ear. It was going to be okay. I still loved her. But then I wondered what blood tasted like. Forcefully turning her head, I tried to lean in and kiss her.

But I wondered: why did she fight me? I’m her husband. She should want me, not hate me. I wondered how many times I would have to kick her until she begged for a chance to show her love and submission.

I wondered why her screaming hurt on the inside.

I wondered if I had to kick harder to make it feel better; it always worked with the others.

I wondered until she stopped.

Leaning in, I gently kissed her. Her blood and tears coated my tongue.

I knew so much, but it hurt so bad.

I wondered if another one would make the pain go away.

I knew that you and your brother were sleeping in the other room.

Looking at the items in the kitchen, I wondered.

I picked up a small knife.

Creeping into your bedroom, I wondered who to choose.

I wondered who would satisfy my curiosity.

Your brother. You. Your brother. You.

I wonder what made me choose to spare you; I don’t think I’ll ever know.

I wondered if I could do it without waking you up.

I wondered if I could get rid of the pain.

Covering your brother’s mouth, I carefully sliced him open from neck to hips.

He screamed into my hoof, but I wondered what would happen if I cut deeper.

Peeling back his skin hurt me more than it hurt him.

I wondered what was different. I wondered why I was crying.

I wondered why I could barely finish him.

I wondered why I couldn’t stop the tears.

My crying woke you up.

Your scream split the night in two. It burned through my ears and into my heart. I was coated in the blood of my wife and son, and you could see me for what I had become:

A thing.

A creature.

A monster.

You were screaming so loud.

Tears pouring down my face, I curled up into a ball.

A neighbor heard you; you couldn’t stop.

The Royal Guards came; I didn’t resist.

They put me on trial.

Death by hanging would be my punishment.

They had to build gallows just for me.

And so I waited.

And I wondered if it would hurt.

The guard is here. It is ready. “Will it hurt?” I ask him.

He spits on my face.

He roughly takes me outside, shoving me every few steps. He stops at the platform and shoves me into the wood. Cracking my head, blood starts oozing into my eyes, but it’s not like it matters anymore.

Shaking my head and walking up the platform, I stick my head through the loop. The executioner tightens it around my neck.

Through there are many faces around me, all I see is you. Your eyes are blank. You stare at the ground. Tears drip from your eyes.

Please, my son. Hear my words. You slowly look up and meet my eyes.

“Hate me.”

The floor drops under my hooves. The rope presses against my windpipe. As I struggle and gasp, everything goes dark.

The crowd cheers.

The monster is gone.

I wonder if I'll be missed?

Author's Note:

Probably going to regret posting this at some point . . .

Please don't hate me. . . .

Comments

[Manes]

Glad to see you writing again.

[DismantledAccount]

4079296
I've been writing plenty, actually. I've been updating Facility 0013 like a good little author and have a couple of complete stories waiting in my drive.

[Manes]

4079468
Oh.

[DismantledAccount]

4079479
Yes. But I have a good reason for doing so. So hang in there.

[Thistle Gravity]

My god, that was so haunting and chilling, my eyes are watering and I'm shivering. This certainly doesn't deserve any downvotes. It's a well-written narrative. The simplicity only emphasizes what's already there, allowing the reader to fill in the rest. Don't change a thing.

Writing is meant to capture, and you certainly captured the degeneration of a stallion into a monster, a serial killer, and the darker side of curiosity and experimentation in human beings (pony beings, but. well.)

Wow.

[Cerulean Voice]

4079737 Well, dang. Looks like I'll have to get in here sometime.
*adds to read later list

[Thistle Gravity]

4080083

You're going to have to tell me your reaction when you read it, so we can compare notes. I might be a touch more sensitive than other people.

[JakeAndDollars]

All i can really come up with is, dam. Dam. Dam. Good show, have a thumbs up.

[Wallflower]

Fun fact: Hanging actually burns quite badly, though I can say I dont know from personal experience.

[DismantledAccount]

4079737
Aww, thanks.
I'm not usually one to self advertise, but since you enjoyed this story so much, I'll make an exception. Honesty and Lies.

4080083
Ohai.

4080707
Thanks.

4080908
Interesting . . .

[Sethi]

Deserve the thumbs up. I wonder if everything could be averted if someone gave him a very detailed psychology and biology book

[DismantledAccount]

4081493
Somehow, I don't think so, but thanks for the like.

[Flaring Dawn]

this one chilled me to the bone. The way it was all described, and how the killer recounted it all... *shudders*

[TheBruteKiller]

That was enjoyable, good work. I like this type of story-like-thingy. It made me feel as if I was him and I went through his emotions with him, it makes you feel bad for him, for what he became.

[DismantledAccount]

4087488
Thank you.

4088903
Thanks. That's all I could have hoped for.

[Bad Dragon]

I enjoyed this a lot. I felt the chills as I read it. Thumbs up!

I have 3 questions, though:
1.

I was wise
I wondered what would happen if I crushed his head with the shovel.
I blamed it on the rocks; nopony doubted me.

Wouldn't it be easier to just use a rock? He had to go in a lot of trouble after to clean up the scene and the shovel. Also, two ponies dying in a row. Getting suspicious. Still going to work after best friends dies, but stop going to work when a colleague dies. Even more so. Okay, this wasn't actually a question.

2.

I wondered how far I could bend a wing the wrong way. I wondered what would happen if a knee was bent backward. What if it was bent sideways?

I wondered.

He screamed.

And I knew.

Knew about the wing or the knee?

3. What is your headcanon about what started it all? His friend dying? Was there a string in his mind waiting to snap?

[DismantledAccount]

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1) For the shovel, he wasn't quite thinking clearly. And he was able to escape most suspicion by claiming that he was paranoid of another cave in.

2) All three. He bent the wing, and knee (backwards), and another knee (sideways).

3) My thoughts were that he was always on the brink of insanity, but good at hiding it; and the death of his friend caused the fine line to be crossed. The "wondering" was only his justification. He was well and truly insane.

[SUPERCHARGER2001]

You, sir. Deserve this song, and I salute you.

Now....enjoy the Swans.