//------------------------------// // Friendship is Hate! // Story: My Little Psycho: Friendship Is Hate // by Pwn13s //------------------------------// Twilight screamed as the balloon, Spike, Krieg, and herself, plummeted towards the ground. Krieg laughed maniacally, whooping loudly and pumping his fist in the air. Spike cowered in the corner, his scales shivering, his face crumpled into a mask of fear. Twilight forced herself to calm down, to think properly. But it was hard. Krieg kept spitting words out, no, not even words. They were just mumbles. A psychotic mix of grunts and snarls. Twilight took a deep breath. Think, Twilight, think. She closed her eyes. Forced out all the words, focused on nothing but her magic. Twilight's horn started glowing, sparks spitting from the tip. The balloon was sealed in a magical bubble, slowing its decent. Spike laughed, and ran up to hug Twilight. The balloon finally landed softly on the floor, and Spike jumped with joy. 'You did it Twi! We're saved!' Twilight smiled down at the young dragon, and looked up at Krieg. He was gone. 'Where's the human!?' Twilight leaped out of the balloon, trotting around the perimeter. 'He was here, but, how? How did he get away so fast?' Twilight placed her hooves on either side of Spike's face. 'We need to find him! Celestia knows what he's doing right now!' Spike shook Twilight by her shoulders. 'Calm down Twi! Focus. He can't have gotten far!' Spike whipped his head round as he heard a scream. Twilight looked in the same direction. 'He's in town!' Spike ran off, and Twilight followed close behind. Her hooves went clip-clop against the rough tiles, as she struggled to keep up with Spike. The young dragon was much more energetic than her, and he was fuelled with adrenaline. His wings fluttered uselessly, but his legs drove him forward. Twilight ignored the burning pain in her legs, continuing full speed towards the town. Smoke billowed up from a shop, fire licking up at it's thatched roof. Ponies rushed towards it, with buckets swaying in their mouths, trying to douse the flames. The water sloshed from the sides, spilling on the muddy tiles. Twilight moved on, knowing that the real danger was further ahead. Ponies screamed, fleeing in all directions. Twilight bumped into many of them, some crying, others with frizzy manes and bloodshot eyes. Chaos consumed the town. And in the center of it all, stood the very psycho who caused all this madness. He stood hunched down, his axe dragging behind him. Krieg. ________________________ Krieg looked around at his masterpiece. Flames danced around houses, ponies running to douse them. A few guards laid on the floor, blood spilled around them. Their guts lay on the floor in a tangled mess, like some horror film. Krieg's own blood left a trail along the tiles, a deep crimson that spilled out and left puddles on the floor. He smiled. It wasn't very often that he got to have a murder-spree like this in Pandora, what with the bandits fighting back. He was always getting bored with their screaming, and how they always shot him even though they knew they were fucked. He would carve into them, slashing and hacking them to bits. Pandora was nice. Violence, blood, death. Nothing but that actually. Even in Sanctuary there was violence. Fights broke out in the streets, people shot others, no matter where Krieg went, the chaos found him. And he loved it. This new place, in its own way, was nice. He could wreak havoc and not many people stopped him. The people here looked more like skags, but less, well, ugly. And only some of them fought back. Those ones he killed, so they couldn't bother him too much anyways. Krieg heard a noise from behind. He whipped his head round, ready to face the same armoured skag-people things that tried to stop him last time. Instead, he saw a small thing, scaled and bipedal. Then there was a skag-person who was purple. Magenta. Krieg didn't know the difference. The skag-person spoke up, her voice laced with fear and nervousness. 'In, in the name of Celestia, I command you to stop!' She stamped her hoof on the floor. The noise hurt Krieg's ears, and he snarled at the skag-person. She whimpered. That was a sign of fear, Krieg could even smell it. He grinned, a large smile that revealed black stained teeth. He took a step forward, and the skag-person stumbled back slightly. Krieg laughed, a low cackle which echoed through the empty town. He continued to tease the skag-person, occasionally charging, but never going near. The skag-person tripped, landing flat on her face. Krieg sprinted towards her, axe at the ready. Stop! This one is innocent! The voice had come back. Damn it. Krieg stumbled, rolling forward to carry on his momentum. He got back up, and stood up straight. 'You can't control me!' Krieg screamed out, slamming the buzz-axe into his head. Blood poured out, and the voice disappeared again. Krieg shook his head, sending thick, crimson blood spraying everywhere. His eyes wandered for a moment, until they found their target again. Krieg charged at the skag-person once again, powered by his bloodlust. The skag-person whimpered, but held her ground. Krieg smiled. She dies with dignity He leaped into the air, wailing and screaming as he cleared the 10 meter gap between him and the skag-person. Out of nowhere, a bright bolt of sunlight-yellow hit Krieg in the eyes, dazzling him. He dropped to the ground, writhing and squirming in pain. His vision started to return, although he still saw bright lights. Rubbing his sore eyes, Krieg straightened up, his knees wobbling slightly. He looked over to his left, where another skag-person had appeared. This one was white, with a long, sparkly, multi-coloured mane which flowed behind her. She had large wings, and an equally long horn protruding from her head. She spoke with the voice of royalty, and, unlike the purple one, showed no fear. 'I am Princess Celestia, ruler and guardian of these ponies. I would like to understand what has driven you to cause such chaos in my land.' She locked eyes with Krieg, and waited for a response. 'I'll carve out your skull and use it as a soup-spoon!' Krieg charged at Celestia, screaming wildly, his axe carving through the air. Celestia merely side-stepped, then shot out another bolt of yellow. This one hit Krieg in the back, knocking him to the ground. Blood poured out from his skull, and he blacked out.