//------------------------------// // Ch. 25: Animosity // Story: Sin // by MemoryLane //------------------------------// I hate everyone. No really. I hate all of these losers. Heh, this can't get any worse, can it? I don't know. It's just been a long day, and all I want to do is take a damn nap. If I could, I would murder every single one of these ponies. All the other "sins". Twilight. Her friends. They all irritate me, and they don't deserve to live. Me? I deserve to live. At least longer than them, anyways. I can't help but feel nothing but pity for them. Ha. They humor me so. All the sins have something great in there life that others would literally kill for. Cashmere's money. Aphrodite's looks. Vanity's confidence. Warble's stomach. Ennui's carefree attitude. But then there's Kindling. Something about him, I just don't know. There's nothing about him to hate, really. There isn't much wrong with him. He just has severe anger issues. But he can't control that. Ugh. I still don't like him either. If I had to hate something about him, I'd have to say his determination and strength. He was(and is still) taking out a Changeling army out there. Yeah, I'll go with that until I think of something better. There's always something about some pony that pisses me off, for whatever reason. I've always been like that, and I don't expect it to change. The only reason I'm still here is because of the chance to help others. To give other's a chance who've spent their whole life on the streets. On their own like me. Psh. My parents didn't give a damn about me growing up, I basically left. They didn't care. Didn't spend five minutes searching for me. But it didn't matter. I still grew up, and I did learn everything I should. I would sometimes walk to the nearest school and listen in on some of the lessons from outside the window. Yeah, I wasn't allowed in school without parental permission, so that wasn't happening. Mainly everything I learned, I learned on my own. No one else. Ugh. That Warble kid. Who the Hell does he think he is anyways? The way he practically screamed in my face like that. Totally uncalled for. Never knew the kid had that kind of stuff in him. He always kind of looked like a wuss. And that's what I thought of him as since I've first met him. To be honest, when he screamed in my DAMN face, I hadn't even talked to him before that. Kid's got balls. So, he thinks that I'm the one being a jerk here. That he was trying to prove me wrong about being a greedy bastard. Even though he is, just because he decided to help me. Everyone knows he was practically forced to help me. Because it would look bad for him if he didn't. Him being the only available doctor and all. I accidentally let a few things slip while I argued with Warble, but I don't think he even paid attention. Good. He should be minding his own business anyways. You don't see me getting all in his face about Fluttershy. Yeah, I know. It's obvious he likes her. He blushes every time he's near her. Pansy. I think Fluttershy likes him to. Well she enjoys his presence. That's for sure. Eh, whatever. She's probably blind to his feelings anyways. No one really cares about Warble. I lifted up my head and looked at my surroundings. I tried to hide my pain from my wound. It still hurt like a bitch. I'm going to slaughter whoever was the one who fell on the stairs and caused that avalanche of dumbass' to fall on me. Seriously. Unfortunately, Warble was still in the room, about 10 feet away from me. He was mumbling something to himself as if he was in deep thought. He noticed that I was looking at him and turned away swiftly. Cashmere was nowhere in sight. Good. I didn't want his greedy little hands on me anyways. It was absolutely disgusting. It took all of my power just to refrain from vomiting on myself and the floor. I was kind of hoping that the glass would kill me so I didn't have to deal with it anymore. Yeah. I bucking hate the guy. Not just for what he did to me when I was a child. No! It's that, and the fact that he's rich. Rich! And he always has been! For as long as I could remember! He would literally just buy things for the hell of it, only to throw it in the trash a second later. Sure, sometimes I took the toys out of the trash when no one was looking and played with them. But that was because I was naive back then. Anyways, I hate him because he never does anything. He just bucking locks it away in his house! Ugh! He could be helping poor family's feed their children! He could be helping out an orphanage! He could fund scientists to help them cure fatal and incurable diseases. But no! He has to go be selfish! If I was him, if I had all the money, I would do everything in my power to help others get through life. I don't want anyone to go through what I had to go through. It was terrible, dreadful, and life scarring. No one should have to go through that. If I had money, that would be at the top of my list. Not mansions and fancy sculptures and housewarming parties. Don't get me wrong. I didn't stalk the guy. I just saw him around town. That was before he moved. Again. To Canterlot. I stayed put, because I'd die here on the streets. Everyone here is such rich snobs. I'm sure I'd end up losing my mind with frustration at having to deal with them. Well. I can just never seem to get away from this guy. Can I? Lucky fricken me. I sighed as I rested my head on the ground. I wanted to go do something useful. I wanted to go help Kindling. He must really be having a hard time, as I assume he hasn't taken any of his pills(I'm pretty sure everyone knows about his situation by now. He made sure that everyone knew incase he flipped out again sometime in the future, we would know what to do). But I'm stuck here, on the dusty and jagged floor. Staring at the bloody, foot long piece of glass that moments ago was just inside of me. I stared at it wondrously. I'm surprised I'm even alive after that. I could breathe fine. And although the wound did sting, I felt fine. No internal damage...that's good. I'm pretty lucky after all. I wondered how Twilight and Aphrodite were doing. I started making bets with myself with how many times Aphrodite would sexually assault her before they got back. I'm going with four. Seems about right. It's obvious that she likes Twilight anyways. I'm pretty good at figuring out these types of things. Just the way Aphrodite looks at her gives it away. It's not her normal look of lust. She looks at Twilight with eyes full of...hope. I don't care. She's still a whore in my book. I heard what she told Twilight after our spat anyways. Sometimes being a thief and being sneaky really comes in handy for a mare like me. For all the right reasons. I learn things I shouldn't know. And I can turn them around to use them in my favor. Heh. Just have to wait for the opportunity. Then I can get that harlot back for what she said to me the other night. I was getting increasingly anxious to the point where I couldn't lie down anymore. I had to get up and walk. I didn't really have a choice. What if something came up and I had to move NOW? Say a Changeling broke in? That would be unfortunate. I grunted as I tried to get up, and Warble noticed me. "Don't try to get up." He muttered at me, not even bothering to look in my direction. I had finished crying. I really didn't know why I got so upset. But I'm fine now, thank God. "I'm fine." I scowled at him, but he just shrugged. "No, you're not. You're at risk for opening up your wound again. Sit down. Unless you actually want that to happen and have your guts spill all over the floor." I opened my mouth in disgust. Obviously, I didn't want that to happen, but I really didn't appreciate his attitude. "Since when did you become a doctor?" I growled, and he just shrugged once again. I tried to stand up again, wobbling a little bit as I held one hoof to my stomach where my wound was. After a moment of regaining my balance and waiting for my stomach to stop throbbing, I threw Warble a successful grin. "Told you!" I barked, and he just rolled his eyes, not even caring anymore. I panted a little bit, but I tried not to show it. It was actually quite painful. But I'm not really to lose my dignity during all this. I tried to force myself to take a step forward, but as soon as I set my hoof down, it immediately gave out from under me and I plopped back on the ground painfully. I shrieked in pain and held my bandages. The pain was unbearable and I almost felt like vomiting again. I heard Warble begin to chuckle, making me increasingly angry. "Shut the Hell up!" I screamed. "I told ya." He giggled. This kid...what the Hell is wrong with him?! I'm not sure, but I think he just did some sort of 360. Ever since I met him he was some kind of pansy. Now...he's laughing at my pain!? Are you kidding me!? "You're hurt. Good. Maybe you'll learn to listen to me." I could only hear his voice, as he was facing away from me. "What the-" I trailed off, not really wanting to know the answer to my own question. He slowly turned his head, facing me, and causing me to jump. His mane was purposely messy, and a wicked smile was plastered on his face. His eyes were now bloodshot, and dilated to the point where I could barely see them. His eye just slightly twitched. I let out a small gasp. Something inside of him had snapped. I have no idea. The stress of all this, the pressure? Maybe he's battling some sort of inner demons? I don't know but it was REALLY freaking me out. I tried to calm him down. Nopony is safe when something inside of them snaps like that. "Are you alright?" "Why would you care!?" He suddenly screamed, his tiny pupils staring into my own. "You've never cared about me! Or anyone else!?" I looked around nervously. Cashmere? Princess? Anyone!? I let out a jumpy laugh. "Okay...jokes over. You can knock it off now..." I muttered, but he just continued to look at me, and stare at me. Almost a minute goes by until he licks his lips playfully. I was starting to actually get a little scared, remembering if something happens that I can't possibly get away in my condition. I heard a low growl, and he giddily looked at his belly before wetting his lips some more and looking back at me. He watched me psychotically as I tried to slowly back away from him, causing him to only take a step closer. He spoke to me in a monotonous tone. As if he was all void of conscience and emotion. "I'm hungry, Covette. Real hungry..."