The Happening (99)
The Happening
"Malice?"
"Are you ok?" He asked, an odd tone in his voice. It was flightly, like he was ready to jump at a moment's notice.
"No Ivan, I am not. Thoughts... in chaos.... I feel.... bad..... what?" I shook my head. "Malice? Damn it think! Okay... Who... is Malice?"
He looked away guiltily. "Uh... headache?"
"No..... drug addiction. I just drank some damn it! Wait... is.... is it affecting, OTHER than the withdraw? Never mind. Who is Malice?"
He grinned awkwardly, it stretching too far. "If I said you might've been possessed, would you hurt me?"
"Is it your fault?"
"Er..." He shrugged. "I didn't mean to, but maybe?"
"Erh..... is.. fine. Didn't mean to. I've learned.... let accidents go. Damn...." I reached into my pouch and pulled out a 'mana' potion, then downed it so my thought would be clear enough to not speak in broken english. The haze surrounding my mind, as though I had just been hit with a flashbang, began to subside as my mind gained coherence.
Ivan squelched away from the gore clinging to the both of them. "Try not to scream?"
"Why would I?"
"Think over what has happened so far. Tell me if anything doesn't add up. I'll do the same, and if you want to kill me, just let me know."
"Okay..... meet Ivan, get good feeling. Spend time, had fun, meet Ivan, explode myself, meet Catastrophe, relax on beach, assassin poison, Catarstophe get's hurt, I go crazy..... Either I got some of that poison in me or Catastrophe got me possessed. What the hell is she?"
"Cata? She's a panthergriff." He shuffled. "Malice is a god spider."
"Then... I... I had a spider... in my head.... and what I'm feeling now are cobwebs?"
He nodded. "Mental fragments from your shattered will." He shrugged. "Cobwebs, if it makes you feel better about yourself."
I sat there still for a time, before the smell of the carnage I had wrought hit me and I rushed out of the room. "Okay... next question, why?" I asked as I braced myself against the wall, taking deep breaths.
He looked away and whistled. "Because I saved your life." Ivan stopped cold, looking around.
"Outofmyheadoutofmyheadoutofmyhead. If you do not get out of my head RIGHT now I will hellfire all over the place and have it run right back along your magic connection. I don't care if you're a god, it'll still hurt like a bitch!" I glared at the wall, having nothing to target my hate and disgust at. Malice responded by blasting images into my head of spiders fleeing.
"Spoilsport." Ivan rolled his eyes.
"Let's keep going." He walked away without anymore explanation, his hooves leaving bloody tracks on the floor.
"Why, was the spider, which lives in YOUR head, crawling around in MINE?!" I yelled.
"It liked you." He said nonchalantly.
All I could do was cringe. "And... the thing, that made me do that, that made me WANT to do THAT, is in your head, ALL THE TIME?"
He nodded. "Yup." He replied without a care in the world.
It was at that moment, everything sank in. It was as though the most base comprehension of a subject had been so far beyond my understanding, and suddenly mastery of it was child's play. Everything clicked, and fit into place. Malice, the spider in Ivan's head, the one who brought him here, did so for some fell purpose, and is doing anything he can to ensure his little pawn survives. He's surrounded by the bloodthirsty who will protect him with their lives, while, other than knowing some magic, he himself is meek and appears innocent. Nobody expects him to be the most dangerous one of all, which is how he's survived. He looks at those around him as tools to use, and nothing more. He'd throw their lives away in an instant, and do so with no regret after the fact.
What's more, he doesn't even know he's doing it. The spider has twisted him so much that his reality has been blurred, and everyone around him becomes tangled in his web. I was manipulated into having 'good feelings' whenever I was around him, which distracted me from what he was saying. He accidentally killed someone, was sent here, and wound up in chains. He acts innocent, but it cruel and heartless. He is a psychopath in every sense of the word. A remorseless murderer, who used pity to make me harbor him. He's a danger to himself and everyone around him, and Malice tugs on his little web, making those around him help him to survive, only to be thrown away when they're no longer useful. He's a walking calamity. At that moment, I became certain of what needed to be done. I was positive. I had never been so sure of anything in my entire life, and I knew I had to succeed.
"Ivan......." I paused. He turned to look at me with the same icy cold glare, the gaze of someone who truly had something broken inside, which disturbingly reminds me of what I see when I look in a mirror.
"Are you okay?" He asked sweetly. It sickened me, how fake it was.
"Ivan, you need....... to DIE."
Ivan blinked and instantly transitioned into blind panic. "What?" He started to back away.
"That thing lives in you, and to get rid of it, you need to die." I slowly began walking towards him. No hate, no anger in me. Simply cold, calculating. He needs to die. He needs to die. He needs to die. He needs to die. Singular in purpose, perfect in form. Nothing is standing between us.
"You seem... Broken... Angry? Want to talk about it?..... W-we don't have to fight..... please?" He stuttered. He begged. My only response was a single word.
"Infernus....." My claws and paws became alight with dark flame as I continued stepping towards him. He backed away further, before gasping in fear as he backed into the wall. "It's..... nothing personal......."
He growled, his eyes switching from scared to angry. "I will not lose here. Not while you have her." His eyes began to glow.
"She'll be fine. Once you're gone, she'll be free from the misfortune that follows you. I'll see to it personally."
He shook. "Shut up. I'll kill you. Don't get closer. Back off." I didn't. I kept walking forwards. A wave of magic came forward, but instead of it's intended effect, it merely caused the flames at my feet to flare up temporarily. "Get... get back! I'll kill you!" His eyes were harsh, cold, intense. The eyes of a murderer. Mine may very well have been glazed over.
"We already saw how well that worked." I replied, emotionless.
He seemed at a loss for what to do. I knew it was a bluff. His skill lay in magic. Not much that can do against these flames. "Why are you doing this?" He asked, seeing his bluff fail.
"As if you don't know."
He collapsed against the wall, tears falling. Fake tears, by the way. As if I'd be fooled by that after the display he just gave. He trembled as I reached forward with my enflamed claw. A simple poke should be enough. It'll kill him, and burn away the demon living in him. And that'll be it.
"I'm... I'm not a bad... Guy....... I... just want to be safe....." He whimpered pathetically. "Sera, I'm sorry."
"GRIFFIN!" Much to my surprise, I was tackled from the side, the shock causing me to lose my hold on the spell which made it dissipate. I hissed and growled, only to find that it was Gilda who had knocked me over, right before she planted a fist into my forehead, dazing me. My vision was blurred, and I couldn't find my balance. I was all woozy all over, but I could hear voices fine, and saw blurs in the colours of the griffin and zebra.
Ivan blur stood up. "Need to get out. I'm out. I need... He's not right. I need out. Out. Need out. Cata..... How is Catastrophe?" His voice shook, and he sniffled pathetically.
"This way.... She'll be fine, but, I think you need to get off the ship. He's always been.... mentally unstable. Whatever happened must have screwed him up good." Gilda-blur replied. No..... nonono! He needs to die! Gilda, you have to kill him! Don't let him fool you!
"I'm out. I just. No." He was scrambling for words. "Tell him I hope he gets better, and that maybe... Just... Ask him why? Why?" He turned to me, no longer crying, close enough that I could see the grin on his face that was far too similar to the grin Light-Yagami wore when L died. "Why?" He asked again. You know damn well why! You need to die damn it! "I... I love her. Why would you take that from her?" Don't guilt trip me you bastard!
"No! Gilda! He's..... kill.... him...... He... needs....." With that, she opened a vial of knockout gas and waved it in front of my face, then closed it back up.
He jerked away from Gilda. "I... Just wanted to... Help..." He growled. "Malice saved him." Once I had heard that, the gas took effect, and all was dark except evil laughter, laughter that tormented me with every sound.
In my unconsciousness, I dreamed. I dreamed of terrible, terrible things. I heard dark and terrible screams, and what I saw..... I found myself in a great chamber, which pulsed and oozed, as though it were alive. It was a long hallway, ribbed and slimy. Across the tube which could only be described as the inside of someone's intestines, was a great web. Within the web were hundreds upon hundreds of flies, and on it, was a spider of titanic proportions. It was a black widow, wore a top hat, and used a cane to poke at one of the trapped flies, which elicited a scream in response.
"Well? Have anything to say?" The spider asked moving it's mandibles, dripping with venom, before he sank them into the screaming sack, which was soon silenced. I screamed. I screamed and I screamed and I screamed.
"What a wonderful sound." I suddenly found that my beak was covered in the sticky web. I could barely breathe, and started squirming and struggling to rip the gag off. In response to my struggles, the spider simply covered me in more web, till I was all wrapped up, with only my head sticking out. It pulled me in with a line of web as I screamed through the gag, tears flowing from my eyes. He stuck me on a line of web, and that was when I was struck by the true horror. In those web sacks, were not flies. I could see their shapes, and their heads stuck out. They.... were ponies. Earth ponies, pegasi, unicorns, griffins, diamond dogs, dragons, snake things, cats, like Nadene, and, in the center of the web, directly under the spider, was a zebra. It was Ivan. This spider.... to it, WE were the flies.
"I saved you you know. I sent the spider in your coffee, to warn you of events to come. I gave you the strength to learn what you needed from that assassin, and weakened their honed mind to the point that it would break. She was telling the truth, that final time, and you killed her anyway. It..... was beautiful. And how do you thank me? You rejected me. You tried to kill my pawn in this game, and you THREATENED ME! Where are your brave words now?"
Despite the fact that my mouth was covered and I couldn't talk, even if I could, I would have been able to do nothing but cry and whimper.
"As I thought. A shame too.... you could have been so useful. Now, I'm afraid you're a danger to my plans, and I'll have to be rid of you." The spider crawled over to me, along it's web, and perched itself above me. It looked straight into my eyes with it's own before precariously perching each of it's fangs on my shoulders, one on either side of it's head. The venom dripping from it was burning a hole straight in my web sack. The spider hissed, reared back, and prepared to bite.
MALICE! Another voice boomed, so loudly that it threw the spider off guard, and the entire cavern shook.
"No! This can't be!"
"YOU KNOW WELL THE RULES OF THE GAME! RELEASE HIM!" The voice boomed again. The spider... Malice, actually seemed terrified of this newcomer. The webs surrounding me caught alight with black flames, dropping me to the ground as the rest of the web began to burn.
"No! No!" Malice cried, furiously trying to patch up the web while I scuffled backwards away from it. In attempting to patch it, his leg caught alight and began to burn. In an act of desperation, he used his massive fangs to bite off his own leg, then severed about a third of his web to stop the rest from burning.
"Let that be a lesson to you...."
I have no idea who the greater voice was, but I don't think I've ever been more thankful to anything or anyone in my entire life.
As for you, little Griffin, now is the time to awake, and..... see you soon.....
I awoke gasping for breath, in a cold sweat, shaking and shivering all over. Is.... is that what it's like when gods go to war? Everything is..... I shook my head and tried to get my breathing under control. I stumbled out of bed, falling several times before I reached the intercom, and practically smashed it before I was able to get someone on the other end.
"He... help me!"
"Hold on Griffin, we're coming now." Cable's voice on the other end was calm, but did little to reassure me. Soon enough, there was a rush of footsteps, my door opened, and Gilda, Nadene, and Geirmund were standing there looking at me. I was a complete wreck, huddled up under the PA box, eyes shot wide open, fetal position and everything. Wow, I'm pathetic. And now I'm doing a self pity party thing. Damn it all. I am NOT gonna become an emo!
"Griffin... what the hell happened? First you tried to kill Ivan for no reason, and now you wake up looking like you got dragged through a spider web." At her mention of spider, I screeched and dove across the room from where I was, to the opposite corner. It took nearly an hour to get me to calm the hell down, and when I did....
"Ivan needs to die."
"What?"
"He really DOES have a spider in his head. He is possessed by Malice. Gilda, we were manipulated. What I saw when I was asleep.... ponies.... griffins, diamong dogs, dragons, and dozens of other species, millions of people, in a spider web. He was eating them Gilda..... They were screaming in fear and agony and he was eating them. And he tried to eat me! He was so close, but then there was, this voice, it was so angry, and..... Malice was afraid.... I don't know if I want to meet anything that can scare that thing, but it said 'see you soon'. I'm scared Gilda. I am fucking scared. And that's not the half of it."
"I... don't understand."
"The reason I've been having such a good feeling about Ivan, is because that damn spider had me on the end of his web and was tugging me. He made me get close, and then he went in MY head. I... the assassin, I tortured her. I made her body parts explode one at a time, and then I killed her. I thought she broke easy, and she did, because the spider did that too. I LIKED doing it Gilda.... and.... then Malice jumped ship... and suddenly, good feeling gone. I saw Ivan for what he was."
"Which is?"
"A murderer Gilda. We may have killed people, but we always did it for a reason. Him..... he just does it. He doesn't care, not even slightly, about the pain he causes others. He seems innocent, and afraid, but he's a monster Gilda, and he has that thing living inside him. He needs to die. He HAS to die." I sat there in silence for a time, to allow what I had said to sink in. That was when Gilda surprised me.
"Grif.... he's a hero."
"What?"
"While you were out, we found the other assassins. There were three of them. Ivan killed them, and after he did it, he told me that there were ships coming to attack. The assassins were just there to take out the defenses. Seven ships Grif. Seven, and not rust buckets. Honest warships. They dropped out of the clouds and started shooting. We sank them before they fired their third volley. He saved everyone's lives Grif. We may have been fine on the ship, but the town would have been defenseless. His warning gave us time to prepare. We moved everyone into the clouds. About half the town is gone, but nobody died. We can rebuild, especially with the materials we got from the ships we knocked down. He saved everyone's lives. Then he left, saying it's too bad about whatever is going on in your head, and he hopes you get better. Grif, he left because he thought HE was the problem, and didn't want you to get any worse!" I sat there in shock. Pure and utter shock.
"But.... Malice.... he IS the problem! He needs to die Gilda!"
"Grif.... I.... I think it's time you take Celestia up on her offer. You have problems, and up until now they haven't been an issue but..." She let out a sad sigh. "You tortured that dog, not some unholy spider, you. You can't put the blame on anything else. And then I come in here and see you quaking like a leaf, pale as a ghost. You're sick Grif. You're very very sick, and it's tearing me up seeing you like this. You need help." Doesn't she get it? She hasn't seen what I've seen! She.. she.... she doesn't believe me. None of them believe me! And what's worse, they have every right! If I hadn't seen what I've seen, if I hadn't seen the look of pure glee he had when I tortured the assassin, if I hadn't seen him drop his mask of helplessness and threaten to kill me, with that glare in his eyes, if I hadn't seen any of that, I'd think I was crazy too..... I'm not crazy.... am I?
"Gilda...... let's go to Canterlot."
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Yes, Grif, you ARE crazy.
Unfortunately, everyone around you is too. And because you have your weird self-rightous, judgemental, superiority complex going on, it's hard to tell who's genuinely crazier than you and who you just irrationally hate.
But at least you're finally realizing you're more fucked up in the head than you think. My respect for you has increased several levels just for that.
And thus, the mighty have fallen. Still, he's gettin' help now. And not just from Celestia, it would appear.
Ohh canterlot, a small talk with celestia seems to be well needed
And i guess that the one that saved Griffin from Malice was the god that sended Griffin to Equestra
WHOA LOTS OF CHAPTERS AND LEGIT PIC O_O Dis guna b gud.
I got nothing here
Can't Griffin use a spell to show Gilda the memories of Malice, or does that only work for music?
Also, would I be right to assume that a god with a pawn in the game can not directly attack another god's pawn? I was going to ask Forevermore or someone else but this came up first.
On that same line of thinking. Can a pawn kill another pawn's god if they gain enough power to attempt to do so?
-Sturrn
there is only on way to celebrate!
1138 likes.
1138.... the number mocks ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it does: 11:38, $11.38. now in one of my fav stories. it's EVERYWHERE!!!!!!!!!!
1464092 No, and yes, as far as I'm concerned
1464092 He hasn't figured out how to do it with images yet. As for a god directly attacking a piece, that's what Malice tried, and SOMEONE got very mad at him. Basically... Malice tried breaking the rules, and lost a third of his web, which just so happens to be his source of power. Whoever (I know, but I'm not telling) the big booming voice was, (s)he was pissed, and certainly powerful enough to kick Malice's ass. What's more, if Griffin used his hellfire spell when Malice was manipulating him, it would have gone right back at the spider with much the same effect. It IS possible for mortals to harm the spirits. After all, Ember kicked Luna's ass.
Ya'll don't have to love Alondro, you can just tolerate him. Do better. Be better. Take it to chat, call him out on the way he's acting right now somewhere that's not going to flood Blackwing's message box and e-mail anymore than it's already flooded. (Go me and my backseat modding!)
Anyways, in regards to the chapter... Grif's patron is either Zeus or Hades. It's just gotta be either. My question is where the hell is Poseidon in all of this.
aawww
i was looking forward for some darker side of griffen
you got me thinking that griffen becoming so bad that when gilda comes out and tells about the baby
that he says ''sorry but i need you in my plans and no baby going to ruin that for me now'' *kicks her in the gut killing the baby*
well i man can dream
I HATE it when that happens - Grif put together a family, saved each of their lives many times over, saved countless others, and the first time he needs them to take his word on faith they ignore him. Gilda sides with the harmless looking zebra over her mate. It's entirely believable. It happens in all kinds of fiction and all the time in real life. And that's perhaps the reason I hate it the most. Excellent writing. I love your work and wish I could upvote it a hundred more times, but that won't stop me from loathing this part of the story.
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In the words of Joe Swanson... "Okay."
1464314 Especially given how crazy he's been acting lately, and Gilda knows he's got problems.
1464349 that's another reason that its entirely believable. I never ment to imply that Gilda wasn't justified, just that I hate that Griffin needs her to take him on faith just this once (I don't recall him ever asking for that before, correct me if I'm wrong) and he's not going to get it.
ivan NEEDS to die.
99 chapters, FUCK THIS! *Flips his table*
1464077 well, you my friend, are in for a treat.
1464396 You clearly haven't read the fic he comes from
1464391 Nope. Gilda and them get back to it. Grif does too. It's not a break at all. I hate having to spoil things so readers don't flip their lids.
I wonder if all the pawns are going to duke it out one day, like would they team up or fight to the death because their senders told them to? Also what if there are more than just pawns like there are queens and bishops just hiding somewhere?
1464176 oooh, is grif gonna figure out who sent him to equestria soon?
1464095 what if the greatest schemer was playing???
Can't wait to see who sent Grif to Equestria! Gonna be goood!
Thats what its like when I tell other people about all the strange things that happen to me. Im a future seer and noone will listen.
*Just saw this story, looks down sees all 99 chapters*
MOTHER OF CELESTIA...
Pfft! Who needs sleep!?
From now on, if you have a problem, send me a PM. I'm tired of these long ass comments that other people don't really need to read. If it's directed at me, make it a PM. If it's something for everyone, then make it a comment.
my face
dem spiders....
1465009
Well, if Xanatos IS playing, then no one else really stands a chance.
Next chapter is chapter 100 spectacular!
>inb4 Blackwing is the ominous voice...
1464148 My mother has this thing that whenever she looks at her iPhone clock the numbers match.
(1:11, 3:33, 19:19, 04:04, 10:10, and in some cases, 21:12, 10:01)
1465406 BETTER then xantos and i am well aware of the xantos gambit big fan actually
Oh... shite. Things are just, nothing's going to go well for anyone in the story from now on, is it?
1464148 I get that with 212.
Aburi has the words I would have posted...
also BlackWing, you seem to have a good grasp of the working of the mind, again, good job!
For the life of me though I can't seem to remember what fic Ivan is from
No..... nooooo..... nooooo..... NOOOO!!!!
There will be consequences for this. Probably something along the lines of sending certain spider into a pit of pure chaos. 
1466237 http://www.fimfiction.net/story/33319/A-Broken-Peace is the fic Ivan's from.
Also, very good job on this chapter. This might be my favorite chapter so far for GtG
Griffin, Ivan, "Malice", everybody is a nutjob of CRAZYNESS!!!!!.... i love it!
1464473 oh... i was just commenting on the line... it made me laugh!
1463951 embrace the madness
Does this mean Griffin is Mark Wahlberg?
1466645 Thank youdl.dropbox.com/u/31471793/FiMFiction/emoticons/misc_Lyra.png
Oh this is great!! Now we get to see celestia's reaction to this or other events
1464013 Hades....he has a loud votive it seems
If all the pawns end up fighting each other Griffin is gonna need some serious help to deal with people like Ember, or Aoi.
Wait, so.... Is Ivan actually evil? Or is Griffin just overthinking things? Dangit, I still don't get it.
1469554
Let the mindfucks begin. I will be on the side laughing.
1469554 You know, if I told you what was going on, you'd flip your [Retracted], and I can't tell you what's REALLY going on without spoiling just about everything.
Bring me my "HORY SHET!" shoes! I feel as though we are going somewhere scary.