Hatred of the Anti-Brony

by Angrywritingskills


Chapter 19: So long old friend

I’ve been driving forever it seems. I’m looking for a hospital but there is none. I don’t know where I am. I tried to call 911 but I don’t have a phone so I had to reach into Darius’ pocket to get it. I got fucking blood on my wrist cause he’s bleeding everywhere and worst the phone was shot so I can’t do shit on it. Basically my friend is dead or dying and I can’t do anything but drive frantically looking for a way out. Fuck even a cop or some stranger could help me.

I tried asking for help but everyone is fucking gone! There were people on the sidewalks but when they heard the shots they disappeared. So I was alone at 9:30 at night and then it turned to 10:30 and Darius was still bleeding all over the place.

It was around that time that I had found another car and I drove up next to it. There were these two brony girls in it doing something with their heads I don’t really know. But when I drove next to them I started pleading for them to call for an ambulance and they took one look at Darius and just screamed. They screamed and drove off like it was some sort of prank. My friend’s fucking dying and people just think it’s a joke?

So eventually at eleven I had completely lost it. There was blood everywhere on the passenger side. Darius was slumped over and I could barely look at him because if I did I would start to lose my nerve and drive sporadically. Blood was getting on the floor of the car and I know it’s getting on my shoes. I took a quick look at Darius despite the consequence it would have on me. There was so much blood just flowing all over him. I figure there must be something I can do to try and plug the holes to stop the bleeding. So I put my left hand against his head to try and stop the bleeding from his head. I could feel the warmth and the stickiness of the blood racing over my hand. It was too much and I retracted my hand immediately shaking it and wincing. There was so much blood on it. Dark red goopy blood. Now there were tears on my face.

“My friend!” I yelled. “My friend he’s all over me. There’s blood and everything. I’m just trying to plug the holes and I can’t because he won’t stop bleeding. It’s so disgusting!” Then a horrid truth hit me.

“And nobody will help!” I wailed. “Nobody’s helping me! Why won’t anybody care? Why can’t they just help me? I haven’t even done anything fucking wrong!” I slammed on the gas which only increased my hysteria.

“I wanna go home!” I screamed. “I wanna go home, I wanna go home! I wanna fucking see my mommy and my daddy again. I want to annoy my little brother and I want to pet my fucking dogs again!” I was crying profusely now with the speedometer rising. “All I wanted to be was a marine! I wanted to get yelled at and suffer to save lives! Now what the fuck am I doing?”

I slammed on the brakes causing me to race to a halt. But before I came to a complete stop I steered into an empty parking lot. Almost crashing into the guard rail but I made it okay. Well I may be physically ok but I’m not okay in the head. I just lost my fucking friend to a shooting and there is nothing I can do about it.

I mean we used to always joke about getting shot like this because of how much trouble we got into as kids. But it always seemed like it would never happen and we always thought it would be in his own neighborhood. The whole reality of it now is not funny at all. And I thought I was the only one with a gun in Equestria. What’s happening, what did I do to deserve this?

“It’s not my fault.” I cried into the steering wheel. “I didn’t do anything wrong. Ponies and bronies ruined my life. And now they’re ruining it again… please God don’t let this happen. I was gunna kill them, not them kill me.” My tears intensified and for a while I was banging on the horn in a mix of sadness and frustration.

Some time passed and I almost had gotten myself together. Actually I started to get kind of considerate of Darius. I mean I check his car and found he had a spliff all rolled up. Not wanting this to stain his reputation after death I kindly smoked it for him. Alright it’s a selfish act but I just need something to distract myself.

I never done something like this before since drugs are an expensive habit and I’ve never had a lot of money on me. Also I’ve never seen the need to enhance my life since I’ve been pretty happy for the most part. Well not happy but not really depressed. In fact I’m not really depressed right now I’m just hollow. This weed stuff just makes me feel numb and empty.

Eventually I threw it out the window and held my hands together. I wonder what Kyle would think if he saw me smoking dope. He would probably laugh. Hmmm. I haven’t really accessed my life for a while. Been busy living in the present I haven’t really thought about the past. Well let’s see.

“My best fucking friend is dead.” I started. “I mean look he’s like a god damn noodle. Just eh.” I wiggled his arm for a bit. “I’m responsible for the death of a mane six but why does that seem so unsatisfying? Is this really my goal in life? To kill ponies and be empty inside. Look at what I’ve lost so far. It started with my future for a good life. Then it went downhill and I lost my friends. Even Danny who doesn’t even deserve to get half the shit that’s coming to him. Fuck and Darius is fucking dead. What am I going to do with my life?” I buried my head in hands and let out a few more tears. It was around that time that a car pulled up next to us. It was a brony boy and girl, two things I don’t wanna see right now.

“Hey are you two alright?” The brony boy asked.

“We saw skid marks on the road and we wanted to see what happened. Is everyone okay?” The girl looked over the boy’s shoulder to me.

“Huh oh.” I’m still a little high but enough to hold a conversation. “Yeah we’re fine. Things just got hectic. Isn’t that right Darius?” I grabbed his shoulder so he sat upright and proceeded to kind of jostle him around. “Yep everything is hunky dory. It feels great to be alive.” Not that he’s alive.

“Hey.” The boy peered at us. “Is that 8-Set?”

“By God it is!” I said stupefied.

“Um is he okay?” The girl asked. “Why are you doing that to him?”

“I don’t know are you okay Eight?” I again shook him a bit. “No I’m not okay. I just got shot a couple hours ago and my friend smoked all my weed.” I stiffly turned Darius’ body towards them and they both gasped.

“Is that blood?” The girl asked shocked.

“Why indeed it fucking is.” I replied cheerfully. “It’s all over my hands and I got it on my white sneakers.” I held up my blood caked hands and they both cringed.

“Oh my God, I’m calling 911.” The girl immediately got on her phone.

“Yeah it’s about time someone calls them.” I snorted. “Tell them 8-Set is here with bullet holes on him. Then tell them that THEY’RE CHUCKLEFUCKS AND DESERVE COTTONMOUTHS UP THEIR ASSHOLES!” I jumped out of the car and slammed the door shut.

Stomping over to the passenger side I carried Darius’ body out and set him face up on the ground. There were footprints of blood wherever I stepped.

“What are you doing?” The boy asked still in his car.

“This.” I pointed at him. “Is what I should have done in the Manehattan street. Yeah he was shot on a busy Manehattan street and nobody gave a fuck. The entire fucking street probably saw him get popped and they did nothing at. Let that be a lesson to you if you ever die.” I took Darius’ jacket that he took off in the car and I draped it over his head. I don’t know it looks official now. At least I don’t have to look at his frozen face. A face frozen in agony.

“Oh fuck, what am I going to do?” I whimpered.

“Alright police are on their way with an ambulance.” The girl announced.

“Okay.” I said to her. “But what will they do? He’s fucking gone and nobody was around to care.” I collapsed on Darius’ rental, crying yet again.

“I just want to go home.” I murmured sadly from underneath my arms.

Cops and paramedics arrived on the scene quickly but it was too late for that. They acted quickly like they should but I know it’s for nothing. The cops quickly made this a crime scene. Then they came for me. For the most parts they were humans but there were pony cops. Pony cops that were probably responsible for this. Somehow those fuckers killed my friend. I mean who else has guns.

They took me in as a witness. Confiscating the rental as evidence, I had to ride in the back of a cop car since the passenger side was taken by a pony officer. We went to a hospital. It must have been halfway across the city. Which means I was going in the wrong direction the whole time. But really there is no way anybody would have found this hospital. It’s so remote being located between two huge skyscrapers. Even if I had used that map we had to get to the residential district I still wouldn’t have been able to find this place.

So it went that they rushed Darius into the emergency room and I was stuck in the waiting room with some other guy. I sat quietly waiting to be told something. Deep inside me I had some kind of hope that all was not yet lost. Maybe the doctor would come through and say he’s stable. But as the minutes ticked by I was started to lose my hope.

I looked up at the guy across from me. “Hey.” I said to him. “What’s your name?”

“Jay.” He responded reading a magazine not really paying attention.

“You gotta friend in there?” I nodded to the emergency room.

“Yeah. She got hit by a car.”

“Oh that’s cool my friend got shot. Heh, no guns in Equestria, am I right?”

“Mmmm.” Jay nodded to me but he was more preoccupied with his magazine like he was ignoring me. I don’t like his respond.

“I said AM I FUCKING RIGHT, JAY!” I yelled gritting my teeth. This startled him.

“Um what?” He looked up at me. Before anything else could happen further, the doors to the emergency room opened up and a doctor, I assume, stepped out.

“Um Jay was it?” The doctor walked up to Jay who immediately rose to his feet. “She’s in stable condition. You can see her now.”

“Oh thank you.” Jay breathed a sigh of relief. The doctor pointed him down the hallway and he disappeared. Then the doc looked at me. He looked downtrodden. Really, why so sad?

“Um I’m sorry I never got your name.” The doc said walking towards me.

“Well doc that’s because you never asked.” I replied. Oh shit I need to give him a name. Well let’s see I have three that people have called me. Scott, Jim, or Andy. Well I’m not fond of Andy and Scott is my old name that only Darius has used because he knew me so that leaves me with one option.

“Name’s Jim.” I said.

“Oh and your that friend of 8-Set?” The doc asked.

“I am.” The doc rubbed his hands as if there is something on his mind.

“If there’s something you need to tell my doc, then say it.” I said irritated.

The doc exhaled slowly. “Well I regret to inform you that your friend is dead.”

“What?”

“It was just out of our hands.” The doc explained. “He lost a lot of blood and there were still three bullets still inside him. Also there was a fatal shot to his head.”

“Listen doc.” I stood up and grabbed his shoulders. “Tell me how he went. Was there anything I could have done?”

“Well.” The doc shrugged. “No there really was nothing. The loss of blood was not what did him in. It was the gun shots. As I said the one in his head was fatal and that’s probably what killed him.”

I took my hands off him and sat back down. Well I don’t know if that’s reassuring or what. This means there was nothing I could do after he got shot so no fault on my part for driving around screaming. But, it’s just, he’s still dead. So basically there is nothing I could have done to save him. I sat back down and held my head in my hands. At least they were clean.

“Hey Jim get it together.” The doc said. “Listen you’re the only witness who knows anything so far. So there’s gunna be a cop coming in to question you in a moment.”

“A cop!” I jumped to my feet. “I had a friend who was a cop. He’s dead but, hey man I trust cops. I mean they couldn’t find Fluttershy’s murderer so yeah I trust them to find his.”

“Alright well he’ll be here in a second.” The doc said leaving me alone. And in a couple seconds a cops did indeed come in. Problem was he was a unicorn.

“Hello I’m officer White Watch.” The unicorn greeted me. “Listen I’m gunna ask you a few question and I’m gunna need you to answer them to the best you can.”

You have got to be kidding me. I feel to my knees so I wasn’t towering over the pony. I put this stupid smile on my face.

“Alright officer I will try.” I said sarcastically. Must have weirded him out a bit because he tugged on his collar.

“Okay so what did the suspects look like?” He asked first.

“Oh um lemme think.” Let’s see I didn’t get a good look at them because I was too preoccupied watching Darius die. But if I think about it I could really see their faces because… “They were wearing masks.” I said quietly.

“I’m sorry what was that?” White Watch asked. I stood up.

“I SAID THEY WERE WEARING FUCKING MASKS!” I yelled. Full of rage and hate I picked up a chair and hurled it across the room. “I wonder where they got that idea from? Fucking punk ass cock loving faggot bitches! I’ll beat the shit out of them!” Those magazines that Jay was reading, I threw them all over the floor. They scattered all over the place.

“Calm down!” White Watch roared. “I know it is stressful but you have to cooperate so we can find the people who did this.”

“People!” I turned around and yelled. “They don’t count as people. They are freaks! They don’t even deserve to be treated normally!” I’m of course talking about bronies but I won’t tell White Watch that. I then noticed another officer arrived in the room. A human one, thank God. He walked over to White Watch.

“Is this our man?” He asked the unicorn.

“Yeah he is.” White answered.

“Well he certainly is what Jerry told us he would be like.” The human cop grinned. “Did he tell you how he sang along while he was in Jerry’s cop car? And when asked to shut up he responded with kicking his back seat the whole time commute.”

Were they talking about me? Alright a great song came on the radio and I had to sing. Of course the cop was a dick and started harassing me.

“Listen son.” The human cop stepped over a magazine and placed a hand of my shoulder. “You need to be strong. I know how hard it is to lose a friend. But listen I got good news. We think we know who killed him.” The cop looked happy but really this was no new news.

“Cool. I do too.” I stated. The cop furrowed his brow.

“Who?”

“Well I can’t really tell you because it will be awkward since one of them is in here.” I looked over my shoulder to White Watch. The human cop looked at me one last time before I flung his hand off my shoulder.

“Can I go now?” I snarled.

“Yeah, you need a ride or something?”

“Um yeah I’m in a hotel or somewhere.”

“Oh you mean the Equus Maximus? The one 8-Set was staying in?” White Watch asked. “You’re in luck because it’s two streets down. Take a right here and keep following the sidewalk. Get you there safe.”

I didn’t say thanks or goodbye or anything. I just walked out and followed his instructions. I made it back to the room which I luckily had the key for. Darius had the other one.

I walked into the room and turned on the television and waited for Darius’ death to come on the news. It never happened and instead there was this thing involving the Mane five. Twilight came and spoke some bullshit on a stand like she usually does. She’s thinks she’s some kind of politician or spokeswoman. I muted the TV and put my face to the screen.

“You killed four of my friends.” I growled. “I killed one of yours. We’ve not even yet you bitch. How could you?” I fell to my knees and wailed hugging the TV. “How could you be so fucking cruel? I’m supposed to be the bad guy! Wanting to kill everybody. But you’ve killed four and I’ve barely killed one. What do you have against me!” I turned the volume back on.

“To the families of the three” She said before I muted the TV again.

“Shut up you cunt!” I yelled into the TV. Don’t know why I did that. Maybe I just wanted to call her a name.

That night I collapsed on the bed and threw a tantrum. I ripped the sheets off and screamed into my pillow like some angry child. I punched the mattress and soaked it in my tears. When I was finally done I migrated over to the other bed and fell asleep in it. The next morning I got up late and almost missed breakfast. Too bad I rushed to be in time because I ended up throwing most of it out.

I don’t know I feel empty. Kind of like how I did when my three friends died. It like I can’t feel anything inside but I want to. It’s like there’s this hole that needs to be filled but no matter how much I cry and punch, it remains empty.

Soon it came to me that I was feeling helplessness. Makes sense to me. There is nothing I’ve been able to do to stop anyone around me from getting hurt. Bill, Kyle, Myriad, Darius, Danny, even Zayn who was abducted. They’ve all been out of my control and they’ve suffered while I’ve survived.

The next days I spent inside the hotel room. Darius’ people are still paying for it and I’m a resident so they can’t kick me out yet. One day the cops came to search the room for evidence but I denied them entry. Equestria is like America in that there needs to be a warrant. Only difference is that law in Equestria is number eighty something instead of the fifth like in America. So I probably kept them off me for a little. Doesn’t matter because I’ll be long gone by the time they’re back around.

But where will I go to? My mission in life is to kill ponies I think. No it’s to do something that hurts pony society as a whole. Killing the Mane Six is my goal but that seems like such a wasted effort. I did that once and failed. Sure it caused a stir but it died down and now it seems like life is normal. It wasn’t the end all that I hoped for. People panicked and then it ended. I wanted riots in the name of humanity and human governments to start a war. But instead I got tears and condolences.

I spent some time on the internet since I have about three days until they stop paying. Mainly browsed some news sites and YouTube. As expected 8-Set’s death was frontline news. Another murder in Equestria of a notorious figure and this was a week after his diss track so it was spawning controversy. Mainly they were saying how he was unique and stuff and how this is a shock to the nation since this was another gun death in a place that isn’t supposed to have guns.

Then on YouTube, I saw something that took my breath away. So it turns out Darius lied to me when he said that he was the only gangsta rapper left. This guy called Sullen is also apparently about that hard life. The only difference is he’s underground and works independently. So basically Sullen has a concert but he stopped it midway to say a few words.

“Yo, yo hold up.” He said on stage the lights shining down on him. “Everyone quiet down, there’s something I need to say. Alright now this has been bugging me this whole concert and I’ve been debating if I should say it or not. Alright so around eleven at night, somewhere in Manehattan, 8-Set, my boy who I did a collab with, was found dead in his car.” In the video an uproar of wails came from the crowd.

“Now everyone shut the fuck up!” Sullen yelled into a mic quieting everyone. “Listen I don’t care about that diss he gave a week ago cause that don’t matter. I don’t care who he called gay, whose mom he insulted, or who he called a four legged pussy lipped son of a bastard. Nobody deserves to die like that!” Sullen paced the stage. “I thought that we were over that bullshit. I thought we were caring towards one another and I know why he did what he did. I know why he said what he said and everybody else know why too. When are we gunna stop being so self conscience and learn to just get along?” Sullen pointed to the crowd. “Now I want everyone in here wearing a hat to take it off and we’re having a moment of silence for Eight. Everyone shut the fuck up.” For a good minute the concert was quiet. It brought a tear to my eye. “8-Set rest in peace.” The video ended there.

That video made me feel good. Cause when my other friends died nobody gave a fuck but this time at least someone gives a fuck. I wonder what will happen when I die. Will somebody care? Will they leave my body to just rot cause I don’t matter?

About two more days passed and I did nothing but take long showers and pace the room. Tomorrow they will kick me out. So then it’s again back to the streets where I will be homeless yet again. And shoot I was beginning to like it here. In the meantime I decided to watch TV. That was a huge mistake because when I turned to a news channel I was met again with that faggot rapper Piercing Note. What’s he gotta say? Darius is dead he basically won.

“So you’re sorry for 8-Set’s demise?” The interviewer said.

“Oh yeah well it’s really too bad that he had to die so tragically.” Piercing said lying back in his seat. “I had some really neat rhymes I wanted to try.”

“That’s the second time you mentioned a plan you had for him. Care to explain?

“Well.” Piercing grinned. I swear if this motherfucker says anything disrespectful. “I had planned to make a public rap battle against him just to knock him down a notch. But that could never happen now.”

“Would you say you’re a better rapper than he was?” The interviewer asked.

“Oh definetly.” Piercing nodded. “I mean if you look at our lyrical content and our flows, you would clearly see” And I never got to find out how he ended that sentence because I had picked up the TV and thrown it to the ground. The chord got unplugged and the screen messed itself up. I screamed.

“Fuck this! Fuck all of it. What time is it?” I looked to the clock. “Nine? I have fucking all night to spend!” I retreated to the closet and came out wearing my black jumpsuit. “Fucking anarchist for life!” I shouted before storming out the door.

***

“I didn’t say to fucking kill him!” Curizno roared into his phone.

“I know that!” The manager of 8-Set roared back. “And I don’t know what the fuck happened because even if I wanted to kill him I wouldn’t have been able to find people with guns.”

Curizno quickly calmed himself realizing he had made a mistake. It wasn’t smart to blow steam at clients, makes them want to find other opportunities. The problem was he was kind of distraught with another shooting in Equestria. If it had been anything else he wouldn’t bother but a shooting in a place without guns right after a major assassination was very troubling. Since he was the owner of the only arsenal stationed in Equestria, it would only be a matter of time until people point in Copperhead’s direction. Bluestar was smart to place their arsenal in Europe thus they avoided a firestorm in Equestria.

“Alright.” He finally spoke. “I’m just pissed that I won’t be making more money on my investment. It really sucks that he was starting to really blow up and then he was shot down.”

“You’re telling me.” The manager replied. “I never saw a sales increase like this in one of my contracts before.”

“I sense a changing tide.” Curizno said with a smile. “With the hype of this death there will be opinions that will come to light and old friends that will have some words to say. If you find anymore of his kind of music producers, give them a call.”

“Already got some lined up.” The manager announced.

“Cool see ya later.” Curizno hung up the phone and leaned back.

Truthfully it was stressful maintaining an empire. Sure he doesn’t do it on his own but it’s hard making calls all day. Really have to rely on carefully chosen words and bargaining skills. But it was one of the reasons why he was so successful because he actually tried to get things done and would personally conduct business often to ensure things went right. Other reasons for his success were better left unexplained since it would hurt some people’s feelings.

The only real complaint he had was how lonely his job was. Sure he talked to people a lot but it was all business and no real conversation. He had tried hookers but they became boring and predictable after a while. What he wanted was some bitch that he could call up and would do whatever he wanted. Lucky for him there were rumors for him to go off of.

All of this thinking and wanting suddenly reminded him of something. He picked up his phone and dialed in the number. Not many people know Twilight Sparkle’s personal phone number.

“Hello?” Twilight’s voice came in softly.

“Hey it’s me.” Curizno spun around in his chair.

“Oh hello Curizno.” There was a pause. “So is there something you need to tell me or…?”

“No, no. Let’s just talk for a moment.” There was another pause.

“I’m sorry but I’ve got a busy schedule to maintain.” Twilight said. Curizno reached across his desk and looked at Twilight’s schedule he had his secretary print out.

“Really?” He smirked. “Because at nine thirty at night you’re supposed to be sleeping for your trip to Spain tomorrow.”

“H-how do you know that?” Twilight asked suddenly startled.

“Oh I know I lot of things.” Curizno said. “Spain’s a nice place, Twilight.” He put his feet up. “You’ll like it. I own a book store franchise there. I’ll tell them to give you something for the ride home.”

“Books?” This had grabbed Twilight’s attention like Curizno planned. “I thought everything was digital now.”

“Well the Spanish like to keep it classical.” Curizno grinned. “But I also noticed that you’re free after you get back the next day. We should meet somewhere.”

“Oh.” Again there was a pause. “I guess that’s alright. Um you mind if I bring a friend along.” Curizno bit his lip. That might complicate his plan with her. Of course it is easily fixed.

“Sure and I’ll bring a friend of mine along.” He already had a bro in mind. “I’ll have your people talk to mine and they’ll set it all up.”

“Sounds great.” Twilight said softly.

“So it’s a date.” Curizno laughed. “See ya later Twilight Sparkle.”

“Yeah I’ll see you later too.” She said back. Curizno hung up the phone and celebrated. He thought three words; legs, book, open.

Twilight also hung up the phone except she wasn’t so celebratory. She still remembered Curizno’s hostile attitude and the looks he had given her when they were alone. He hadn’t apologized for any of that and she knows what he wants. Quickly she climbed into her bed and hid under the sheets as if they were going to protect her from what would come.

***

The first thing I noticed about the outside air was it was kind of chilly. No more summer in autumn I guess. Well that doesn’t really cool me down. I feel so hot, so conflicted, like there’s something in me that needs to release.

It’s like that empty feeling I was feeling but instead this is different. Think it’s having the same effect though. When I feel empty I feel like I need to sate the feeling like some kind of hunger. But right now I feel like I need to get rid of a feeling like a bad itch. It’s eating me up and I feel anxious.

No wait I know of this feeling. Whenever I’m alone and I’m looking at a pony I start to burn up. This is just my hatred for them I guess. But damn is it strong tonight. And I mean very strong. I feel ready to explode and beat someone to death.

I rounded a corner and found a pony just standing. I quickly noticed he was smoking. The burning intensified and with this my foot patted the ground repeatedly. I looked at the pony until he noticed me.

“Can I help you buddy?” He asked but I didn’t respond. I just stared at him trying to figure out what to do. “What are you trying to sell something?” he spoke annoyed. Wait that gives me an idea.

“Um yes I am selling something. If you know what I’m talking about.” I grinned devilishly. The pony lit up.

“Oh I know what you’re talking about. Hard to find a dealer these days. With all the murder and shit.” He spat the cigarette on the ground. “Come over into this alleyway.” He waved his hoof.

I followed while I formed in my head my next actions. The place he led me to was perfect. An open lot with debris surrounded by person high concrete walls. It was like the area near my garage home.

He turned around to me. “Alright now what are you trying to push?”

“Um what?” I glared at him.

“Come on man don’t play me. What do you got to sell?” He sounded anxious, demanding even. “I’ve been dying to get a hit of something. You know how many of my buddies got their shit taken when Flutters was killed. They lost everything?”

“Lost everything?” I said. “Were they arrested?”

“What no.” The pony junkie itched his forearm. “They’re ponies. You know how we’re treated right. No jail time for us.” I picked up a red brick and juggled it around in my hand. It was a nice weight, good for swinging.

“Oh I know how they treat you.” I said before swinging the brick with all my might at the junkie’s face.

I made direct contact and immediately he fell to the ground. Dazed and stunned he moved his head up and I just smacked him again. He tried to run so I got on top of him. He tried to scream for help but I held his mouth shut.

I hit him over and over again with the brick. Each swing sounded painful with a loud thump. Soon however this thump turned into a crack and then into a crunch. Still I swung and still there was that crunch. It was just the same motion over and over again.

When finally I was tired I summed up my last strength and brought the brick down on his eye. The last crunch echoed and I got off the junkie. He was dead I think. His face was definitely mashed in and there was blood starting to pool from his head. Had some blood on my hands too. This would be the second time that there was blood on my hands. The difference is this blood is my enemy’s.

I didn’t dare look away at the spectacle I had created. It was just so beautiful I wanted to cheer.

“Yyyyyyes!” I exclaimed. “That’s it.” I pointed at the corpse. “That is what I’ve been waiting for! It’s why I’ve been feeling so angsty. I needed to kill one. Literally kill one. That’s why I’ve been so down and empty. Because I felt weak for not being able to do anything myself. I can’t let people do stuff for me. I need to do it myself. But what a release!” I held my hands up high. “I feel great! No more feeling down for me. All I have to do is kill and I’ll be fine. Remember how you felt when you ripped your friend’s ugly ass face off? Remember the feeling it felt while you had your hand inside his eye socket. Obviously you need to do this more often. Look at this motherfucker.” I picked up the corpse. “He’s in his natural state; dead. They should all be dead. You know why?” I dropped the corpse. “Because I’m fucking right about everything that has ever been brony or pony. I’m a hero in someway. Twilight killed my friends so I can do what I want to her friends. Thus is the never ending circle of life! And besides I’m an anarchist. This is in my blood to do things like this. Also I’m the Anti-Brony the one and only since they never existed, until now. From now on no more bullshit. I’m gunna kill these freaks until they surround me and shoot me dead. Here that you stupid mother fucker!” I stomped on the pony’s head. “I’m the fucking shit! Fuck you and all your kind! One day you’ll be slaughter like the animals you are! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck!”

“Hey I hear someone over here.” A voice that wasn’t mine shouted. I stiffly turned towards the street.

“I think it came from over here.” A female voice called.

Panic set in immediately. I’m gunna go to jail was my immediate thought. They’re gunna find me over this guy and they’re gunna thrown me into a convoy right back to Earth. I can’t go to jail though. I want to kill more or at least live freely. If I go to jail then this all ends.

The sound of hooves met my ears and I sprung into action. Around me were concrete walls that boxed me in. Luckily there was a dumpster I could climb on. I jumped onto it and vaulted myself onto the top of the wall. I lost my balance and fell onto the other side flat on my ass.

That’s when I heard a scream. They’ve found him and I might be next. Hopping to my feet I dashed down a hill and into the opposite direction of the murder scene.