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Curtain Rise!
Act XVIII: Monster
Sweetie Belle walked slowly though the nearly empty town. The world was eerily silent, and the hairs on the back of Sweetie Belle's head were standing up. She breathed heavily and laboriously as her brain went through the entire weeks events, from the mundane to the maniacal.
The unicorn filly soon arrived to Sugar Cube Corner, looking sad and forlorn with no customers around. Sweetie Belle circled around the building until she stopped at a window. Looking through it, she could see Mr. and Mrs. Cake with Pumpkin and Pound. Sweetie Belle watched as the parents spoon fed their innocent children, who laughed and abled incoherently. Mrs. Cake kissed each foal on the forehead as Mr. Cake smiled endearingly.
"Why does looking at them make me feel so. . .bad?"
Sweetie Belle frowned.
"They're innocent and happy. They didn't do anything to compromise themselves. They didn't take chances. . .like I did. . .but. . .did they. . .I. . .wasn't I. . .not innocent. . .bad. . .?"
Sweetie Belle ran her hooves through her mane as her thoughts began to slowly break down into a mangled mess. She scrunched her eyes tightly, desperately trying to bring back coherent thoughts, but the whole world just seemed twist and turn without rhyme or reason. And in the middle of it all, Sweetie Belle could sense something ugly, angry, and filled with hate. One moment, the thing seemed to be surrounding her, and in the next, it was within her.
Sweetie Belle shuddered as her eyes snapped open, coherency returning to her mind once again. She looked through the window at the happy family once again, and began signing to the ponies who could not hear her.
The secret side of me,
I never let you see
I keep it caged, but I can't control it.
So stay away from me,
The beast is ugly
I feel the rageand I just can't hold it.
Sweetie Belle then quickly turned an ran from the place, hoping that the direction she was running in was the direction her home was in. She turned to the left and saw her shadow being casted on the walls of some houses. The filly shrunk away in fear of the huge shadow next to her.
It's scratching on the walls,
In the closet, in the halls
It comes awake, and I can't control it
Hiding under the bed,
In my body, in my head
Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?
Sweetie Belle tripped and fell to the ground. She didn't try to get up, She just lay there as put her fore hooves onto her horn as tears of fear began to fall from her eyes.
I feel it deep within,
It's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster.
I hate what I've become,
The nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster.
I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster
Sweetie Belle looked up, and to her horror, she saw herself with an evil grin while holding the rock in her telekinetic grip. She raised the rock with the intension of striking hard, but Sweetie Belle suddenly jumped up and wrestled her to the ground. Sweetie Belle screamed and beat at her for a moment, until she suddenly realized that no one was there. Sweetie Belle got up slowly, eyes wide with fear, as looked up at her horn, which was emmiting green sparks again.
My secret side I keep,
Hid under lock and key
I keep it caged, but I can't control it
'Cause if I let her out
She'll tear me up, break me down
Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?
I feel it deep within,
It's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I hate what I've become,
The nightmare's just begun
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I feel it deep within,
It's just beneath the skin
I must confess that I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster
I, I feel like a monster
Sweetie Belle ran into an alley and looked around wildly. She shuddered as the shadows rose around her.
It's hiding in the dark,
It's teeth are razor sharp
There's no escape for me,
It wants my soul, it wants my heart
No one can hear me scream,
Maybe it's just a dream?
Maybe it's inside of me,
Stop this monster!
Sweetie Belle suddenly charged at a wall, her horn burning like a green star again as it punched right into the brick. Sweetie Belle breathed heavily as she stood with wide eyes and her horn jammed into the wall.
I feel it deep within,
It's just beneath the skin
I must confess that feel like a monster
Suddenly Sweetie Belle's eyes flashed with the olive green light. She suddenly pulled herself out of the wall and laughed victoriously. Smiling with glee and elation, she shouted loud to the empty town.
I like what I've become!
The nightmare's just begun!
I must confess that I feel like a monster!
I feel it deep within!
It's just beneath the skin!
I must confess that I feel like a monster!
I've gotta lose control!
It's something radical!
I must confess that I feel like a monster!
I, I feel like a monster!
I, I feel like a monster!
I, I feel like a monster!
I, I feel like a monster!
Sweetie Belle shot a cluster of green sparks out of her horn and up into the air. She stood and looked up as the sparks cascaded down around her like snow. She smiled and stuck her tongue out, catching one of the sparks. She shivered at the sensation that ran through her. Her brain fired up as a sensation that felt both wrong and right at the same time moved through her. The paradox of it seemed to elate her mind as she grinned and began to walk in the direction of home.
Curtain!