Toom knew they had a funeral, he laid low by staying away from that region of Ponyville. His lust for murder grew as time passed.
(”Ponies isn’t out anymore, stupid funeral! That pony deserved it!”)
The murderous colt cursed the eternal and Fluttershy, blaming them for his starvation for murder. It has been a while since he murdered, that last thing he remembered killing was an injured mare. Her tears weren’t full of water, as the eyes were removed from their sockets. A yellow Pegasus, with a long mane and tail, having different colors landed, not considering the killer that lurks behind her. The mane was green, the tail was blue, the eyes deciding they were light green. Toom saw her, wondered why she’ll land in front of him, if she was flying where he came from, why didn’t she stop him? No, that would be out of the question, all the thoughts were was murder, slaughter, bloodbath.
“Hey pegasus, I hope you like suffering? Because I do!”
Toom previously told the pegasus, who now remembers him, he killed that poor mare back there, she couldn’t do anything, she was dead as she passed. She turned to him, smiling.
“You are one shameless colt, that’s all you get for complements, for insults, your killing sucks, plus you’re wrongful, sinful soul.”
The pegasus said with confidence, he wasn’t experiencing in combat, but that hatchet could prove a problem if he strikes her with it, she will fall to pain and then death. He precisely torments the victim before death, which in combat would be the contestant’s fall; they will find a deceptive way to trick and defeat you. Toom started walking towards her, pulling his hatchet out of his bag, utilizing it by its handle. No-one will be out, so this massacre will be loud and painful. The pegasus decided to fly, knowing how easy it is to escape his clutches; all she’ll have to do is fly and she wins, he can’t fly, and there’s no route for him to hit her accurately in the air with the hatchet, she’ll see it coming. Toom ran at her, having a strategy to getting her down, but the strategy wasn’t needed; as he charged her, she flew at him, tackling him to the ground, he kicked her off and ran to his hatchet, grabbing it swiftly; the blood this weapon will have on it will be savored. The pegasus got up, flying swiftly, but not swiftly enough, the hatchet was thrown at her, barely making a direct hit, it hit her left-wing, lacerating it deeply. She started to fall from the sky, staggering while falling, making it 5 steps from the ground before collapsing to the ground; Toom did indeed throw the hatchet with tremendous force, but hold back some of the muscle; he didn’t want to throw it to far, otherwise, he’ll beat her to death; to him, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea. The pegasus applied pressure to the wing, increasing the pain, but not the flow of blood. She notices Toom coming to her, with his hatchet; this is bad, he can’t hit her with that hatchet all it’s all over, she’ll lose too much blood, pass out, and then wake up to torture. He stood over her, hatchet risen, her head will be good in his head collection; well... He used to have one, where he worked. He slammed the hatchet down, making the pegasus panic, she grabbed some dirt and threw it at him, unintentionally blinding him. She got up off the ground, noticing this is her chance to escape; Toom was covering his eyes and his guard is dreary, as two hoofs were desperately trying to remove the gust of dirt from the eyes. She wasn’t going to let him get away with the laceration she put on her left wing. She quickly hit him in the nose as hard as she could, causing it to bleed; following this was a right wing slap to the face, then and hard drop on his back; blood came out of his mouth, the pegasus took off from the attack she just performed; she hoped he hit some pebbles on the ground, maybe causing some lacerations? She needed to be healed and she knew how, the next destination is the graveyard. Toom got back up, having the fury of a bull. That attack really hurt, but it wasn’t debilitating; all her attacks lacked force; he licked the blood of his mouth and swallowed the blood in his mouth; it was tasty, but it wasn’t that pegasus, nothing gets the blood out of a pony then ripping their heart out and squeezing it over your mouth. He grabbed his hatchet, it was stuck in this nasty dirt; he ripped it out and licked the blood off it, cutting his tongue in the process; he just let the pain be, swallowing any blood formation that o prevailed from the lacerated blood vessels on the tongue. He walked a tree with bushes, putting the hatchet in the bag, he collapsed in the bushes, closing his eyes and resting, he was damaged by that pegasus; the true question is why did she choose to fight? There’s no reason to? The pegasus seems to ignore that mare cries for help. She wasn’t a hero by far. A hero would’ve continued until he died or went unconscious, we will only assume they would kill him if they knew everypony he massacred in cold, delicious blood. Toom closed his eyes, deciding the last thought before napping.
(”I will kill both of them, that pegasus, then that Unicorn! Their hearts will be bitten into, mmmm... Delicious.”)
The insane earth pony went into a state of dream, his nightmares would be the opposite of the one’s normal ponies had, he usually is his own nightmare? Luckily these bushes didn’t have sharp branches, or this could’ve ended badly for him. When he awakes, so will the beast; blood will be drained completely then.