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// Fear of Non-Fear 
// Story: Death Brawl 
// by Lunalicorn 
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  Night and Flare had known each other as foals.

Fury, however, had only realized it as he looked at Flare's dying face. It's so hard to lose someone you love- harder to know you killed them. And Night thought there was only one cure to end the pain.

Kill another pony.

Dust had injuries from the last battle, which Luna was working on, so Fury was to Fight Colonel Humperdinky, a former member of the military. The new pony was holding some kind of gun- Sticky couldn't tell from the audience -and Fury was weaponless.

This'll be easy, Humperdinky thought. As Celestia said the word, he stared to fire. But Fury dodged all of his attacks as he charged forward.

Humperdinky moved out of the way, letting Fury hit the wires, and shot the black stallion. Fury was being shot at and electrocuted at the same time.

"SCREAM!" Humperdinky smiled. He was enjoying this. Fury looked up. His green eyes were filled with pain and sorrow, but before Colonel even took notice, the emotions faded and Night Fury died.



Dust was better, and ready to face Colonel. He was smiling like Pinkie Pie did when she wasn't fighting (or dead), but Thunder Dust had a sorrowful frown.

In the audience, watching them fight and listening to the sounds of a gun, Sticky's eye twitched she felt something pull on the back of her mind- a strong, forceful voice.

"Why are you staying silent?" it asked. She thought about that. She wasn't really holding it back anymore- she just didn't need to.

Am I okay with murder? she thought, looking back to the stadium.

There was a wound in Dust's leg. It was bleeding, but she didn't seem to mind as she picked up Colonel by the tail, causing him to drop his weapon, and flinging him into the wires. 

He flinched before being electrocuted, and the Pegasus summoned a rubber glove (from Luna). She used that glove to shove Humperdinky into the wires. The stallion made a strange, twisted sound, then went limp.

"Dust is such a great fighter!" Emerald smiled, looking over at Sweet. The mare didn't respond. She was horrified- not because of the blood, murder, and fighting, but because that didn't horrify her. And, although it's confusing, she was afraid of not being afraid.

"Are you alright?" the black Pegusas blinked.

Sticky wanted to open her mouth, but she could not. She was frozen with fear- fear of