//------------------------------// // Chapter 10 2/3 Evil Never Sleeps // Story: Such A New Place // by ILIKEBOOKS //------------------------------// Do you ever have that growing sense of doubt, that seems to grow stronger as seconds pass? Does it ever cover your mind with a thick blanket paranoia? That is exactly how Spike felt at this moment, and nobody could really blame him. Being told that the ponies you love will die seems to have a strong effect on one's mind. Spike didn't want to believe this to be true. The reason Spike didn't want to sleep because Sombra would go back to telling Spike his plans, his terrible and evil plans. As hours went by Spike's eyes became red and dark rings formed around them. Spike didn't seem to care though. He had much more important things to worry about than that of his personal appearance. The drake's thoughts seemed to be a loop of Sombra's intentions. Would he really kill them? Would he torture them beyond recognition? These thoughts ran around in Spike's head. His heart felt cold with fear. Twilight, Celestia, Luna, my friends, all their lives ended. It can't happen... He hugged his knees and glanced over to his sleeping companion. Spike knew she didn't deserve to have to share his issues, his strife, but for some reason she trusted him. Spike turned away from her and began to watch the fire. It's warmth and light was comforting but Spike knew what fire can do. Fire is an unyielding force of destruction, his fire was no exception. He put his hand on his chest and felt it's burning heat. He closed his eyes and sighed. "I don't want to be his toy, his means of power." Spike laid back on to the cold ground. He closed his eyes and attempted to get some sleep, hoping he wouldn't see Sombra again. Spike glanced around the new but familiar surroundings. He instantly knew where he was and it terrified him. "No, not again." "Not again?" The voice asked. "Do you really think that you have a choice? Torturing you in the realm of your nightmares is satisfying." Sombra said with hate dripping from his lips. Spike closed his eyes. "Please stop." "Stop? Oh this is too fun to stop," Sombra cackled. "The more time that goes by, the stronger I become. Don't pretend that anything will change." "I can't give up. I will defeat you." Spike said "It sounds like your trying to convince yourself of that, not me." Spike didn't want to be here, he wanted to be back to reality. "I promise that it will be painless." Sombra's mouth twisted into a grin. "You will not feel anything, you will only be an observer of my new empire." Spike shuddered at the words "empire." "You should be flattered that I accepted your body as a conduit for my soul. The Princess Twilight Sparkle has an unimaginably large pool of magic at her disposal. I could easily have chosen her, but I knew of the great destruction I could bestow with your body. Dragons are notorious for their violent rampages." "I'm not like them." "You're not? That doesn't seem to be true. I seem to recall that you once went on a rampage destroying buildings and capturing the element of generosity and using her as leverage so the elements wouldn't attack you. You even fought against the Wonderbolts." "I didn't do it on purpose." "Or so you say." "I'm not a mindless monster." "Oh, but you are. When you attacked a small part of you was enjoying it. No matter where you were raised or by who, you will always have your instinct to horde, kill and destroy. It's written in your blood." "Don't act like you know me." "I do, Spikey Wikey." Sombra said with a mocking tone. "What? Don't you ever call me that!" "Oh are you angry? Well that's just terrible." Sombra pouted his lips. "What's your endgame? What do you want with Rarity?" Spike fumed. "Please, I don't want anything from her, I just want to kill her. I know you still are infatuated with Rarity. Killing her would cause great emotional damage. Which will only further my control over your body." He mused the idea. "Maybe I should kill somepony else you're close to... how about that dragoness that's accompanying you." Spike eyes widened. "Y-you wouldn't." "Oh, did I touch a nerve? You seem to have an affection for her don't you?" He chuckled sinisterly. "Oh I can't wait to kill her." "No," Spike said under his breath. "No?" Sombra turned to look at the dragon. "NO!" Spike shouted out. "Oh, what's this?" Spike stood up with his fists clenched. He blew out black smoke through his nostrils. "How dare you." Sombra bared his fangs. "You really want me to do this? Are you so desperate to die? Well so be it then!" Sombra lit his horn and a large sword appeared in front of him. He held the sword sideways and took a stance. "I've killed plenty of ponies in my day with this sword. You will just be another." Sombra charged sword blocking his face. Spike prepared himself for the attack. As Sombra approached Spike felt his heart pumping and his palms felt sweaty. Spike furrowed his brow and tried his best to look intimidating. "Die!" Sombra shouted as he swung his sword towards Spike's throat. Spike luckily ducked and dived sideways. Sombra adjusted the blade and stared down Spike. He licked his lips and swung once more. Spike sidestepped and grabbed the handle of the sword. Sombra immediately reacted and shot a blast of magic at Spike's chest. The drake was knocked down to the ground and he struggled to stand up. Once Spike was back up to his feet he prepared himself for another attack. "Why don't you just give up!?" Sombra yelled out. "I can't, you monster." Spike said breathlessly. "You truely are a fool." Sombra charged once more. Spike ducked under the swing and kicked Sombra in his front right leg which caused Sombra to stumble. "Damn you." Sombra stood up straight and cracked his neck. "You are a pain." Sombra disappeared in a flash. Spike looked around for him to show up again. "Where are you?" Spike asked himself. "Gotcha." Sombra said as he blasted Spike on his back. He fell to the floor and found himself unable to move. "Like that one? It's a paralysis spell, very effective." "You bastard." "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth? Oh wait, she's dead." "Go to hell." "You see? That's the problem. I can't go to hell, as long as you are alive." Sombra smiled. "Consider this a warning." Sombra lifted the sword above his head and a struck Spike in his chest. Spike looked at Sombra with shock plastered on his face. Spike felt his blood soak around him. His breath was shallow and he spit out blood. His body ached in horrible pain but he couldn't scream, cry or do anything. He struggled to grasp on to his life. "No." He choked out as his breathing ceased. Sombra pulled the blade out of Spike's chest. He wiped the blood off of it and shook his head. "Next time, be more of a threat." Sombra said as he watched Spike's eyes become lifeless... "