WARNING: Suggestive and dark as fuck, as well as the saddest chapter I have ever written. Proceed with caution.
A Few Months Later...
"Dad, are you ready to go?" Night Runner called.
"Almost, sweetie. Just gotta finish getting ready real quick." I called back.
I walked down the stairs. I was wearing my old black cloak, and had my swords strapped to my back. I made sure that my clothes were light, as well as badass. I grabbed some fake blood and poured it all over my body. After all, getting ready to fight and preparing for Nightmare Night shouldn't be that hard, right? "The night of nightmares, huh?" I said to myself, "I'm ready this time."
I told Rainbow and Scootaloo, who were staying to pass out the candy to any fliers that were going out, goodbye. I told them I loved them. If I knew about what was going to happen, I would have said more.
---------------------------------------------------------------
We met up with Darkside and his kid. Night Runner and Dark Storm were enjoying each other's company. Me and Darkside were discussing what to do about the prophecy, which I told him about as well.
"I'm not entirely sure... This is really big." He said.
"I know, but this is the only thing we can do about it."
"Well, on my signal, attack, OK?"
"OK. I hope you know what you're doing..."
"Me too..."
We got to the park. We were ready to scare the kids like it's nobody's business.
Then it hit.
"Uh, Dad?" Runner called. I turned to see her holding her forehead and wobbling a little.
"You okay?"
"My head hurts, and there's this really high pitched noise in my ear too..."
I walked to her, I put a hand on her forehead. She was getting hot. Her hair's colors were fluctuating. Then I looked into her eyes. They had turned red. She grabbed her forehead and screamed. She began to float in the air. The wind was rustling. And I had reached that point. That moment in every hero's life.
I was truly afraid. And I had no clue what to do. This wasn't a horror movie, or a screamer prank. This was real. I couldn't press Ctrl+Alt+Del and close it with the Task Manager. My daughter was screaming and crying and floating in front of my face. A wave of blackness swept from behind her. It swallowed everything. Finally, she seemed to calm down. She floated down to me, her head hanging. I ran to her and hugged her. "Are you okay?" I said.
She looked up at me, her red eyes glowing, "The time is near," She said in a dark, layered voice.
I barely had time to think before I was thrown into a building at lightspeed. I got up. Dark tendrils rushed at me. I dodged them and reached to my back for my swords. Which weren't there.
I hopped over the last one and ran for her. Dodging every bit of dark energy she threw at me, I got to her. I raised my fist and charged it with everything I had. Then she looked up at me and stared in my eyes. That cold hard look wasn't there. It was warm, innocent. "Don't hit me..." She pleaded.
I stopped cold. My brain seemed to yell at my body to move. Finish it all. But my body wouldn't listen. Fate intervened one more time.
I saw a long glowing blade cut her. Arms scooped her up. I looked up at this new guy. Or, more correctly, girl. And I saw Princess Celestia. But this wasn't that calm, often humorous, but wise look she usually had on. It was dark, angry, stern. She wore a pure white aviator jacket with what would have been her cutie mark, had she been an alicorn, on her left breast. She wore a miniskirt, with boots that were white as well. But that didn't put off that unnerving stare. Finally, after what felt like hours, I managed to say something.
"What the hell, 'Tia?" I demanded.
Everyone gasped from their kneeling positions. "How rude." She stated coldly, "Here I am, helping you out, and you immediately use foul language?"
"Yes! You didn't have to hurt her!"
"Were you going to? I am fully aware of what she is, and what she could do to these people. Therefore, since you wouldn't, I had to."
I opened my mouth to say something, but the words wouldn't come. She had me there. "But...But that doesn't mean you had to do anything so fucked up!"
"Yes it did."
"No it didn't."
"How dare you..." She advanced on me, her cold stare piercing my soul, "You dare go against what I say? I do what I do for the people! They must be saved at all costs!"
"For the people? For the people?!" I began to scream, "Night Runner is your FAMILY, Celestia! She is worth more than them!"
Celestia smirked, "So the hero doesn't care as much for his people as he originally did, huh? Has having a family turned you soft to them, but cold to others? Did you really put so much effort into saving us then, only for fame and recognition? I know things about you, Brandon. I know your backstory. I know how rotten you are inside, no matter how you deny it."
I grew angry. Tears of frustration filled my eyes. "You don't know a a god damned thing about me! I plan to keep it that way! What's in my heart is for me and me alone!"
"I know why your family abandoned you. I know what you did to your cousins, you sick being. You belong in a jail cell. I was surprised they hadn't called the police. You would belong there, with the other sick people. Being raped in a cell would do you good."
Something snapped. Tears flowed harder. Memories that I had pushed away for so long resurfaced. Me and my cousin sitting on the couch. I did it then. I have a daughter now. I looked at my hands. Those same hands I used to beat a day's stress off. I really was sick. I was a dog. Just another victim of Earth's shameful ways, in denial. I screamed. I threw my hand out. My palm struck something it shouldn't have. Celestia's face. Her head swayed with the force of the slap.
Celestia turned her head back to me. "Sicking acts against your family members. Verbally abusive to some friends. Physically abusive to others. And just plain violent. People have been put to death for what you have done. And you still do things like this? What will you do to Equestria? Will you infect our people with your shameful ways? We will not allow this!
By now people were shouting at me in pure anger. I felt like the world was just yanked from my feet. I worked so hard to maintain a good rep here, to forget that horrible life I had back on Earth. And all it took to lose that was a goddess on her period. I was shaking. I could barely feel the clothes on my back. I could faintly hear the shouts and curses against my name. And I looked up. I saw Rainbow and Scootaloo. Scootaloo was looking at me in shock. And Rainbow, oh God, she had tears flowing. She looked disappointed. She was holding something in her hand. Something that I had wanted to give her. And she had obviously wanted to give me.
A book that had meant so much to me. She had found a Bible. And I could tell she had been reading it. She understood just how fucked up I was. I reached out. All I could see was her in that moment. And she shook her head, and ushered Scootaloo in the other direction.
I began to panic. Was this a dream? Was it truly happening? I looked at Celestia with pure hate.
"You...You arrogant, fucked up, stupid, BITCH! Everything I worked for, to clear my slate with God and everyone else, is gone! And even Rainbow, oh God, why? What was your motivation for this?"
"I came to take the girl. I'm obviously not happy right now. After seeing that bitch come back to me, begging me not to fight John. However, it is your fault that this happened."
My world seemed to shatter like glass. My fault? I looked at her. And prayed to God that he would accept my soul in heaven.
I rushed straight at her. I jumped and swung. She side stepped and hit me in the back of the neck. I was winded. Tears came out of my eyes. I coughed up a thick liquid. It left a metallic taste in my mouth. I realized just how bad this was. For a second, I managed to grasp everything. In that second, I saw where I went wrong.
It went all the way back to that sickeningly eventful day. When I was four.
------------------------------------------------------------
I was at my dad's for the weekend. He was in the middle of a nap, so I decided to trek the house in order for something to satisfy my little boy mind. I came across a pile of magazines. I was captivated instantly. My pants tightened. My mind seemed to twist various little things together.
Time rushed forward. My hands worked magic on my keyboard. I was ten now. A lot smarter. A lot more clever. A lot more sneaky. I searched up all those little pictures and videos, enjoying the sensation they gave me. It was new, it was helping my perspective of everything. Women, clothes, all of it. I was changed. Then I checked to see how to cover it up. Nothing. I spent so long thinking of how to delete search history that my mother walked in and saw what I had been looking at. The belt had stopped hurting at that point. It was starting to be welcomed.
Another time change. This time I was thirteen. I had that perfect dream. Going non-stop. I woke up ready. I had never felt it before. It was, nice. I met Kaitlin that same day.
I was fifteen. I did Kaitlin for the first time.
I was sixteen. Me and Kaitlin had finally had the perfect one. Then Earth ended.
One more change. Kaitlin, on the last day before she died. In the bathroom at their HQ. She was holding a baby. Apocalypse walked in. There was an exchange of words. She began to cry. Then he did something that made me want to scream.
He thrust out his hand and struck her. She fell down. He snatched the child. In my dream state, I followed him. He grabbed a cardboard box. He wrote on it, 'Give to good home'. He closed the box and threw it out the window.
-------------------------------------------------------------
I snapped back to reality. I had a son? My mind raced. And then I exploded. The time bomb I tried to ignore for years finally exploded. I jumped in the sky, shutting out everything. I had to get away. The crowd that had amassed shouted at me from below.
"Get outta here, sicko!"
"I can't believe I trusted you!"
"You sick fuck! I hope you have a good time in hell!"
I flew farther and farther. Equestria was just like Earth. You make a mistake, and no matter how nice people are, they hate you for it. I finally got to a tree. I leaned on it. I put my hands to my face and let tears flow. I hugged my knees to my chest, burying my face in my arms, and cried. For what it was worth, maybe I was in the Everfree Forest. Maybe a Manticore or Ursa Minor would come by and pick the meat off my bones. I laid down to sleep, the tears burning my eyelids.
I hate this place...I want to die.