Feather Doe looked at the full moon as it sat behind some clouds as the feeling of her coat growing longer around her body started. She ran towards another’s house and entered it discovering it to be Black Ink’s abode. She stumbled inside, her muzzle growing longer till she had entered the drawing room fully covered in fur and completely unrecognizable. Sitting in the room was Absential and Bubbly Wind both of them standing over the dead corpse of Black Ink. She charged forward and swiped at both of them. Bubbly ,seeing her approach, shoved Absential in front of her causing him to be tore to shreds. As he screamed in pain Bubbly grabbed a hardcover book from nearby and threw at the window causing it to shatter. Seeing it as her chance to escape she jumped out of the window and ran into the night.
She arrived at Mai’s house huffing and tears running down her muzzle. She halted outside the drawing room and collapsed onto the floor. Mai and Ludwig ran out from the kitchen due to hearing her enter the house. “Bubbly! What’s wrong?” Mai said as he lowered himself near her.
“I’ll get something to calm her.” Ludwig said before heading back towards the kitchen.
“A-Absential.. H-He..” Mai froze at the mention of Absential.
“Bubbly. Where’s my brother?” He said with rage.
Meanwhile in another house, Shadow Nexus was being held in a large cage as another pony looked at him from the shadows. The bars were slightly rusty from years of use and a small bucket sat in the corner next to the chair in which he sat. “For the last time Nexus, what’s your role?”
“I told you i’m the Mayor. Vine Flower, just let me out.”
The pony on the other side leaned forwards showing her rose coloured mane and mint green coat. “I’m not letting you out till tomorrow morning.”
“Fine.”
In another house across the street, inside her house sat Cider, a small bottle of alcohol and her gun sat next to her, a bear trap in by the front door and crates that she was leaning up against block the rest of the house except for the small bedroom which used to be a study. She stared at the window as minutes ticked by once or twice she would lift the small bottle up to her lips. Bags under her eyes suggested lack of sleep. After what seemed hours the door slowly opened causing the mare to snap to attention. “Dear? It’s me!” The figure called before they put a hoof forward into the bear trap, a cry of pain came from the stallion’s mouth as he stumbled forward. Cider lifted her gun and took aim. With a burst of fear she pulled the trigger at his head. Bits of brain and other gore splattered across the room. She yelped in fear at his mangled corpse before she lay against the crates behind her, tears streaming down her face.