//------------------------------// // Well... // Story: The Ghoul of Chaos // by Timemaster //------------------------------// ... this is escalating quickly! My body, sleeping soundly, was very different then what was going on in my mind. My body was slowly tossing and turning, a smile on its face... But my mind was being bombarded by anything but happy thoughts. 'This is my body now!' Bloodlust screamed within my mind, destroying any hope of sleep. 'What? I am in control here!' 'Not anymore...' Bloodlust says as he appears before my mind in an odd form. He looked like me, but with major differences including: Waterfalling out of Bloodlust's eyes was crimson blood, disappearing when they reach his mouth. His pumpkin was damaged, cuts seen on its side. His armor was coated in crimson blood, making his armor seem red. My cloak was replaced with a large, black cloak, covering from his shoulders to his toes. Lastly, his gauntlets were slightly more clawed than mine, resembling bladed fingers. 'Like what you see?' Bloodlust said, curling his bladed finger-tips to his palm. 'I do not care for your appearance, for this is my body. Do you hear me? MINE!' I hollered at him, making him cringe. 'This is our body, thank you very much, but since you want it so badly... Why don't we have a duel?' He said, his smile growing ever-so larger. 'I will fight you, for even though you seem stronger, I am reasonable at this game...' I say, reason intact. 'Let us begin then...' he said, collapsing all of his fingers into a line and jabbing them towards my chest plate. I grab his gauntlet, cutting my palm in the process, and discovered one thing. We can break eachother's armor. 'Ah-hah!' I think, quickly switching into the most hardest of all fighting styles. Tai Chi. 'You want to dance?' Bloodlust said, changing into a Moi Tai stance. 'let us do this...' He, with his absolute non-experience, attacks first. His fist goes at the speed of lightning, nearly hitting me... if it was not for the fact that I was not just using Tai Chi. I was user of all forms of martial arts. I punch back, using Moi Tai, hitting his fist directly. Due to my much heavier experience, my fist obliterated his, causing his left gauntlet to fall to the floor. 'AH!' I did not hesitate, I used a knife-hand (Karate chop) on his arm, and like that, his entire right arm fell into pieces. Causing him to fall to the floor, writhing in absolute pain. 'I own this body. I will not lose it again.' I said. My vision of the room fades, light beginning to fill my vision in its place. "Good morning..." I say to myself, knowing that it was not so. I look out my window, hoping to see some ponies around town. I need conversation, or I may lose myself. 'Hey! You do not need help! You said you needed me!' I groan. 'I do not need you to control me, so I want you to stay quiet. For good.' 'What? Where is your happy-go-lucky attitude? Where is the love of me?' 'Fuck that shit. I am going to get rid of you, for it is the most reason-' I stop myself. 'What am I saying!?' 'You are saying the most reasonable things.' 'Who are you...?' 'I am you, just much more reasonable.' 'You are not me... I do not want to rid away with any of you...' I stare at my cloak. 'Not even Bloodlust should be destroyed.' 'I am your reason, your sanity, but you disagree with me?!' 'Yes. I need every emotion of myself, or I may lose myself to one of you.' 'Have you gone mad?' Reason asked, his voice higher. 'Every great genius...' 'has a bit of...' 'ME!' I laugh. 'I may become insane, deranged, spontaneous, or even psychotic, but I will do this. I think, walking over to my bed. 'I accept every one of my emotions, for they are a part of me...' *zing* 'I may face my own insanity AND sanity, but I will win.' *Zurk* 'For I am...' *Crackle* 'Harmony.' 'What!? How did you figure that out!?' 'I am Harmony... I will win...' I smile, not a good or evil smile, but an emotionless smile. 'I am Harmony... because I am...' I open my window, pulling off the curtains in the process. I breath in, my enitre being absorbing the outside world. "I am..." "I AM..." "I AM ALIVE!" I scream towards the town. A stallion pops out his window, a face mask evident on his face. "Can a guy get some sleep around here?!" the stallion yells from his house. "Sorry!" I say, waving slowly at him. 'Even if you are harmony, I will win!' 'No I will!' 'It is only reasonable that I will win.' 'You guys are insane! I will win this!' 'No one will win this, for I am, and always will be, the victor.' I think, my voice booming with power. 'Ok...' all of them say. I smile, finally seeing some results with these pests in my head. "Hey!" I look down. It's the mayor! "You want a tour around town?" mayor asked, calmly and friendly,"I have some free time!" 'What do you guys think?' 'Yes, sure, whatever, ect.' is all I got from them. "Sure!" I say, my pumpkin head beaming with joy. He smiles back at me. "You should come down he-" I jump out my window, not hurt a scratch when I land in front of him. "Ok then..." I just smile. "You look different," he says,"Here have my mirror." He hoofs(HOW?) over his mirror from Discord-knows-where, and I gaze at myself. 'Oh shit...' My armor looked as if it was completely gold, reflecting a small amount of sunlight. 'How did I miss that?' My head looked about the same, but it had deep blue eyes instead of its normal.... black. 'I look so... perfect.' I think, admiring myself. "I like your new look too, but shouldn't we be going now?" He says, straightening his bow-tie. "Sure," I say, handing him his mirror back,"Where to?" He puts his mirror back to, once again, Discord-knows-where and says,"We are off to visit the local shops. Not much else though." "Hmm..." "You ready?" "yeah, lets go." I say, following him to a pear stall... {-} In a large wooden room, filled with filing cabinets, in Canterlot... A pudgy stallion, extreamly witty, runs into the room, scaring the bricks outta Sherclop. "Trotson!" I yelled to my assistant, whilst slowly drinking my coffee,"Is it about the monster?!" "Sir!" Trotson said to me,"We have some evidence on how the monster may look!" I nearly choke on the coffee I was drinking. 'The appearance of it?' "How?" I said to my assistant. "I found a memory recording of one of the animals there sir!" Trotson said to me, excited,"There was so much detail about the beast!" I smile,'This has just gotten a bit easier.' "Where is it?" My assistant looks at his hooves... "Where is it..?" "Somepony broke into the P.I. station and destroyed the chip." Trotson said. "WHAT?! Not even Keya the Key Master could break that lock!" I say, bemused at the news. Trotson looks distressed as he opens his pocketbook. "I got only a piece of scrap paper of how the beast looks, you should see it." He says. I take it in my hands, and nearly drop it. 'No...' The thing I saw was... 'How could this be happening?' The body was armored, not one part uncovered, except one thing. 'How can one of THEM be here...?' Trotson walks up to me, destroying my daze. "Sir... A ghoul has been born." I look at the picture... With all of its evidence, all of the powers it could bring to evil, ghouls are very rare... "This... cannot be true..." "Sir," Trotson looks at me with eyes of discontent,"We know about the last time you said that." 'Last time...' {*Flashback*} The day is sunny, foals playing in the streets, mares and stallions cuddling up to their lovers, and fillies doing silly things... It is a nice day for most, but for some, it is torture. '3 years...' I think, my eyes dripping with my own blood. My years of torment were unbearable. I had to watch, for all time, as ponies run in circles around me. I could not even touch them, or even make myself noticed by them whatsoever. I had cuts, which even through this curse, I had been feeling. There was one cut, above my eye, that caused me the most pain. Not physically, but emotionally, for it was a cut from HER. Cleopatra Ulysses Lionheart... A filly trots by me, chasing her friend. 'I have been stuck here for three full years, but noone has noticed..' My body, while still shaped the same, was any thing but. My body was pure stone. I was trapped, in this stone, for three full BUCKING years, but noone noticed. A group of children, and one mare, come up to my statue. "..And this class, is the statue of Sherclop the P.I., who mysteriously disappeared after fighting, one of our most hated types of ponies, a NecroMare!" The teacher(?) said. "Woooow!" said a small filly. "It looks so li-" "Look out class!" the teacher(?) said, pointing into the distance. My stone eyes, pointed in the exact right direction, see a large rainbow-esque ring expanding to me. 'What the bu-' *BOOOOOOOOOM* The rainbow envelops me, making me forget all of my misery. ...but nothing can ever truly be forgotten. My body, finally free, moves over to the small filly. "I am very life-like!" I say, collapsing before her. My body looked like a surgeon had a seizure during surgery, for the battle I fought against Cleopatra was an all out fight to the death. We had cut each other, I am a 'wizard' of sorts, for I can use healing magic UNMATCHED by even the best of doctors. ... But no pain can be forgotten. 'Cleopatra...' She is the bitch who ruined me. Watson, my old assistant, died in the fight against her. He was taken captive long before that, and during her many 'joyus' tortures, she fed him cupcakes... Made of his mother. Watson looked broken when I saw him, his eyes shattered of all hope... but when he saw me... He had hope. But then he died. Just like that. That bucking bitch killed him one second after seeing me... 'Cleopatra...' {*End*} "...op? Sherclop? Sir?" Trotson said towards me, slapping me back to reality. "I..." I said, my eyes starting to tear up. "It is not her sir... she is dead..." "I had memories of her again..." "I know sir... I know what you do..." Trotson said, which seemed to calm me down. "Lets..." I took the sketch. "Not tell anyone of this." I rip the sketch into shreds. Wat- no... Trotson looked dumb-founded. "This world is too light-hearted to know of this evil." I walk out the door, but before leaving Trotson dumbfounded, I said... "Ignorance is bliss, as they say." {~} It has been a full hour since I have left Trotson in the dust, for it is time for me to do something I swore never to do. Quit. I did not want this job, for it would mean I would have to imprison this Ghoul. I. Want. To. Kill. It. Why? Because it is evil, of course! I smile, knowing I must be making the right decision to quit, for I may actually be able to hunt it down then. "Hehah heh hah ahahah! HAHAHAHAH! AHAHAHA- AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" I say, falling off a cliff. 'Buck.' I think, as I am plummeting. I do not land softly. All I hear is a loud *Crack* before going into unconsciousness... A/N: I am starting to despise my sickness.