Chapter 11
(Unknown POV)
I looked around the dim alleyway. Something told me there was trouble near. I hurried to my door, pulling my keys out of my pocket, but I dropped them.
"Dammit." I muttered, kneeling onto the ground to search. Suddenly, a heard a cross between a roar, and, get this, a horse's neigh. I looked up. In front of me was a six and a half-foot animated pony with black... skin? It had a long, unkept, rainbow-colored mane and tail. It's eyes were dark pink-purple. It made the roar-neigh sound agin, but as I thought of it, it wasn't roaring, that was my imagination. I had scared myself to death.
"I can't let this man tell others." the pony (?) said carefully. It opened its mouth, filled with a row of sharp teeth, and lunged towards my. I shut my eyes and prayed to the Lord it would be over quick.

(Fluttershy's POV)
I heard the scream ,this time, but it wasn't Rainbow's, it was a humans.
"I think something's happened to Rainbow Dash." Twilight said carefully. My thoughts wandered onto the tale of Nightmare Moon. Could Rainbow's resentment towards A.J. had caused... I didn't want to think about it, but I had to tell somepony.
"Twilight, can we talk over there, please? I mean, if you don't mind..." I asked, tapping the unicorn on the shoulder.
"Sure, but make it quick." Twilight replied.
"Remember the legends of NIghtmare Moon?" I asked her.
She caught on immediately, "You really think..."
"Yes." I replied. I tried to hide behind my light pink mane.
"Oh, Dashie." Twilight pouted. She looked like she would cry. I patted her on the back, and I suddenly missed Pinkie's cheer-you-up smile, along with the matching attitude. But wherever Pinkie was, she was in no mood to come back, and everyone was depressed, as funny as Mikey was trying to be.

(Pinkie POV)
I wanted to leve, so I left. I'm guessing that brony, I forgot his name, won't miss me. I did some pretty mean things to him... I should apologize in the next episode. If there is a next episode. No, there won't be. I reminded myself. My blanket still smelled like Twilight, but the rusty scent of blood was wiping it from my nose. I'd used all the medical tape on Rainbow. She'd been awoken if I'd gone downstairs, so I climbed out the window.
"What a wonderful friend you are, Pinkamena Diane Pie," I sarcastically told myself. Suddenly, my tail froze up and my ears tingled.
"Blood first?" I asked myself. "First Blood." I corrected. My eyes widened and I realized something bad was happening, and sooner then I'd thought it ver would again. I