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// Death 3: Crimson Apple. 
// Story: The Golden Freak 
// by Lord Ferrok 
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"Red, red, red, The color of blood, the color of a few things. But red is in my soul, covered with the blood that i have spilled over so many times before. My soul is red. My soul is a bloody soul with no where to go but stay in my body."
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-still night 3-

I ran with my head under my arm with guards coming after me. I lost them after some time but it was not easy to lost them, they had eyes in the sky too, I ran out of Ponyville and put my head back on. The other 2 nights before i saw a path from ponyville that headed to what i could see at the time a barn. A farm! I will go there next. Walking along the dusty path, i couldn't stop thinking about the light blue pony.

This is for Pinkie

Was that the name of my last victim, Were this two friends? Who cares now its in the past. My metal body clicked and buzzed. My bones and heart. After some time walking there i was at a farm! With trees with apples on them. There was one pony walking around. A yellowish looking one with the same colored mane with a cowboy hat and a red ribbon on her tail. My new victim. I walking into the estate and walked over to a wagon full of hay and jumped in. I made a low pitch scream loud enough to make the pony hear it. She walked over to were i was. I watched her come close to the hay wagon the when she started looking into it. I sprang the trap. I jumped out of the hay and landed on top of her pining her to the ground.

"Its you! The one Twilight told me about. You were the one that killed Pinkie!" she said exclaimed.

"Maybe, but doe-s-s-s-s-s that matter now?" I said. 

I grabbed her neck and got off of her. With her in my hand, I slammed her into the wagon, Braking her back. She tried to get up but she could not.

"Please some pony, any pony save me!" She screamed.

I grabbed her for legs and snapped them and the same with her hind legs. Then the last blow. I grabbed her neck again and punched her in the rip cage, I pierced her flesh and grabbed her heart and tossed it into my mask, then dropped her lifeless  corpse to the ground, and watched as the dirt went poof, up into the air and down again. I grabbed her hat, and walked away. My first trophy. Time to paint it gold.