THIS CHAPTER HAS GORE IN IT. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE GORE, MAYBE YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT TWICE BEFORE YOU LOGGED ONTO FIMFICTION.NET. HOME OF MY LITTLE PONY FANFICTION. YES. THAT MAKES PERFECT. FUCKING. SENSE.
I'm woken up by a scream.
A scream that makes my skin curl and crawl, and a scream that curdles every last molecule of plasma that my blood cells are suspended in.
My eyes immediately flick open, and I'm on my feet within seconds, searching for the source of the scream.
"What in the fuck was that!?" Rainbow Dash cries, staring at me. I ignore her, and slowly open the guest bedroom door.
I begin to hear sobbing from the basement, and I follow it.
As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I have to brace myself against the wall.
There's a black, tar-like substance clinging to several different surfaces of the room. Its point of origin seems to be from the walls, the floor, the ceiling, the generator-almost every surface. They shoot out like strands of spiderweb, interweaving and clinging to each other.
And, much like a real spider web, there is prey in the center. Except this pray is already dead.
"Peter? Peter, what's going-" Rainbow Dash's questions are cut short as she sees what I'm seeing. She immediately turns green, and backs up, tears streaming down her face. "Oh, Celestia..." She mutters, unable to believe what lays before her.
I descend the stairs, careful not to touch any strand of the black...stuff, and walk over to the source of the sobbing.
"Twilight, come on," I whisper to her, grabbing her hoof in an attempt to get her away from the severed body parts. "Come on, Twilight..."
She fights against me, and a rage appears in her eyes. "No! I'm not leaving! Not until he comes back! Not until this thing lets him go!"
With that, she accumulates magic within her horn, and fires a beam of just pure hate, and anguish at the substance. However, it only seems to make it stronger, as several more strands shoot out, and barely miss me.
"Twilight, we've got to get away from this thing!" I exclaim, just now noticing a small, shifting lump in the back of the room. "It's dangerous! Come on!"
Twilight fights me to the best of her ability, struggling to stay by the eviscerated body. I pull her with all of my strength, and eventually get her away from the web of body parts.
"Rainbow, help me get her upstairs!" I cry, frantically. The lump that I took note of before is starting to take form, grotesquely pulsating as it slowly rises from the depths of the dark sludge. Rainbow Dash manages to grab Twilight, and pull her out of the basement, but before I can escape, the door is slammed shut by a strand of darkness.
I turn on my heels, and face the thing that is coming towards me.
The lump has now become a man, devoid of any features besides his stark white eyes. As he walks, I feel myself grow progressively colder, and I begin to see...visions.
I first inject the putrid organism in the base of the skull, causing it to instantly die...
The world comes back into focus, and I notice that...it, is closer to me.
I create a webbing of my purifying darkness, and grasp each one of the limbs...
I stumble on the stairs, and press myself against the wall, a small whimper escaping as I revel in the sight of tearing flesh, the bone becoming exposed as I slowly pull at it, like a cornered mouse, attempting to escape the being that lies limp within my grasp, feeble as the day it was born, and just as uselessly weak.
My breathing comes in frantic, shallow, gasps of air as the being narrows its eyes at me, and it begins to split, the ribcage coming apart like a small toy for my enjoyment, and the organs spill out, bathing my beautiful darkness with blood as I feed off of it, watching it bend down to my level, and stare me in the eyes, causing me to ruin by beautiful masterpiece as the intestines and stomach simultaneously split open, eating away at small bits of my web of pain with the acid that now pours out. I shake my head, begging for a release from this madness.
The...Monster, is now at the same eye level as me, and as I tear its eyes out, letting them dangle with a bloody lifelessness that only I can truly appreciate, watching as it blinks, slowly and carefully, causing my heart to burst with pride at my creation, my masterpiece of truth.
I'm hyperventilating by the time the being retreats, giving me a look that I can only describe as...animosity. It slowly descends into the darkness, and I see its face turn into a twisted smile.
I hope I never see that...thing, again.
However, the splitting headache and the words that slither through my ears like wet noodles tell me otherwise.
I shall feed upon your pain...As you watch your friends die, one by one...And then, I will come for you.
And, in a flash, the darkness is gone as the door slams open, shattered by Rainbow Dash's careful kick.
"Come on, Peter!" She cries. I can hear desperation creeping into her voice. "We've got to get to Celestia! Hurry!"
I crawl up the stairs, as I don't trust my legs to bear my weight.
And it's not as if those visions were that...Disturbing. No, I...I rather enjoyed them...The blood, the gore, it was all quite...Beautiful, in its own terrible way.
But, what has me so shaken me to my core is the feeling that that...thing gave me.
It gave me a feeling of...Absolution.
It will always be haunting me. It will always be following me.
And unless I do something about it, that will never change.
Note from the Author
I'm pretty sure you know who's dead. I didn't bother saying the victim's name because you guys are smart enough to figure it out on your own.
Anyway, I'd like to thank TacoTown for advising me to take this story more seriously. So, that's what I've done: I'm going to actually start taking it somewhat more seriously. Not in terms of being intense, but in terms of being realistic, as this kind of thing will force me to make the characters make some very tough choices, and the more realistic (per their characterization,) the better.