Twilight jumped nearly ten feet in the air, so high her horn nearly scraped the ceiling. Her blood ran ice cold for the third time that week; this was getting old. She rolled out of her bed and stormed downstairs, her horn glowing as a light in the darkness of the library. She found the door to her basement and flung it open so hard that the hinges nearly buckled. With another furious slam she raged down the steps, rings around her eyes, her mane tangles and frizzy, all the result of a grand lack of sleep. It had been an awful three days for her, looking into this 'dark book' Seamus had told her about. She had unearthed an entire documentary about it and she had been studying up, leaving her very little time to sleep. She would sleep, but there was one little problem with that. The alicorn that slept in her basement.

Seamus sat up straight in bed, his face coated in sweat and his wings clenched to his sides. He had the same nightmare every time. It lingered in his mind like the faint traces of venom. He wanted nothing more then to forget. Why couldn't he forget? Would it be wrong? No. It wouldn't. It would help him relax and maybe get some well deserved rest. But every time he woke with a scream, just as he had just done. Twilight stormed downstairs and looked at him with wild, sleep deprived eyes.

"What was it that time?" She asked.

"Same one."

"About what that I give a buck about?"

He looked at her, slightly hurt from the stinging blow her words carried. "What's the matter with you?"

"You! I haven't slept in days! Every time I get to sleep you have to have a nightmare and wake me up! So tell me, what the hay is so awful that you have to scream?! Your colt-friend dyeing? How sad. Truly tragic. Deal with it, go the buck to sleep."

He looked at her in shock. She was being awful, punctuating each sentence with a hint of dark sarcasm. She was approaching him, her mind cracked from lack of rest and completely irate.

"Or, wait, was it Silver that time? Or maybe Melody torturing you. It's always something with you." She was an inch from him, prodding him in the chest. "Deal with it. It happened. You can't change it. Get over it and go the buck to bed. If you wake up one more time and scream or so much as peep, I will zip your lips shut, because I don't give a buck! Nopony does! I don't anymore since all you do is mope around and be miserable! Only you care about any of that now, and you need to get over yourself and realize that life goes on!"

She backed away and let that sink in. Until she realized what she had just done. His eyes were flooding with tears and he shook like a leaf in the fall breeze.

"Sea I'm sorry. I'm tired an-"

He shook his head so violently his long black mane whipped. His wings were so tight to his sides the joints strained under the pressure. Every muscle was tight. He leapt up and pushed past her, hiding his face. Twilight winced as he slammed the door to the basement, the entire house shaking from the impact. What had she just done? He was a traumatized youth that was trying to cope with his past and she was mocking him for it? What had she been thinking?! Why be so awful because you didn't get enough sleep?

"I'm sorry, Sea. I know you loved him." She whispered, her voice shaking with regret.

Seamus sat on the top of Fluttershy's house, crying hysterically. Why was he so attached to Sky? Why couldn't he just get over it? It didn't make sense. Logic said that he was dead and that was that. Nothing more. His heart, though, screamed and bled rivers out into his mind. His death was more violent and scarring then the crack of a whip. Silver, she had been slightly less painful. She had, at least, not suffered. Sky had bled out for an hour. Seamus held him the entire time, trying frantically to heal him. He slipped away and...

The alicorn screamed in pain. The light leaving Sky's eyes... his body going limp in his arms... his eyes still staring into his, even in death. It hurt. Wailing in pain, he disappeared.

He appeared in Canterlot, just outside the castle. A guard shouted at him and asked his business. Seamus ignored him and teleported to the castle dungeon entrance. The gates behind him were meant to keep out any intruder, and he had just breezed through the anti-teleportation hexes like it was nothing. But he was in no state to be happy or sense his accomplishment. He wanted to hear from the one pony who knew misery better then any other. The only remaining pony who had taken part in his childhood.

He trudged down twenty sets of stairs to reach the bottom of the mountain. The maximum security cells were an odd mixture of prison and vacation site. The rooms of each cell were blocked with doors that looked like the bulkheads used on bank vaults, thousands of locks and a massive handle on one side, with a polished smooth backside. He wasn't here to enjoy solitude, he was here to end it. The alicorn finally reached the cell he wanted. With a flash, he apparated through the door.

The suite he entered was lavish, absolutely royally furnished and full of plush carpet. There was a huge bathroom to one side and even a jacuzzi in the same bathtub. The bed was curtained and had the fur of manticores as blankets. The domicile was poorly lit, so he cast a spell to give him a little light. Melody lay in her bed, her chest rising and falling slowly, a soft, gentle expression on her face. He snarled and threw a glass at her, which met it's mark and broke over her head.

She blinked and looked at him, then lat back down, completely calm.

"If you came here to kill me, then do it fast so I can make it to breakfast in Tartaurus."

He shook from the rage that filled him. With a blast of magic, he picked her up and slammed her against the wall. She remained completely cool.

"I understand. You want to end me. Go ahead."

He grabbed a shard of glass and held it to her neck. "Why? Why did you bring Sky back to me? You knew that Jakben wouldn't stop, didn't you?!"

She nodded. "I've been in this same room for three weeks. I've had so much time to think... and I've come to realize I am a monster. Go ahead, it's what I deserve. Kill me."

He pressed the shard to her neck, her pulse beating under he soft pelt. He wanted to... so badly, more then he wanted to wake up tomorrow. But the look she had... it was one that had realized her nature and was trying to repent. She was hoping to make him feel better by dyeing. He looked at her for a second more, then dropped her to the floor. Two separate parts of him waged war, the empathetic one that wanted to not kill her and let her live out the rest of her days knowing and living with what she had done, then the one that wanted to slit her neck and bathe in her life's blood.

He finally lost his mental battle to the former. He threw the piece of glass at the wall beside her.

"Damn you!" He screamed. "DAMN YOU! I hated you from the moment I met you. You are the most sick, demented monster of a mare on earth. I want to kill you so badly... but I know that it will be a better punishment to let you rot here."

"Whatever you decide." She said with a bow of her head.

Wait... had just been submissive to him?! "What did you just say?"

"I said whatever you decide. I spent years of my life bossing ponies around. Now I suppose I can let you guide my hoof-steps."

His jaw dropped. Was she... being polite?! No... it was impossible... that was against her nature. This wasn't real. This was a dream. This was madness...

"No! You're supposed to be rude and vile and cruel! You're supposed to be awful! Why are you being nice to me after all these years of hating me?!"

"I have realized the error of my ways. I am trying to repent my old ways."

Seamus blinked. This... didn't compute. It was, frankly unfathomable. His hate, all his loathing had been directed at his one pony for so long that she was the repository for all his negative emotions. She was what he thought about when he thought of misery and death. Now she was being polite, almost a decent pony being. He couldn't handle it. His entire world began to spin on a dime. The fragile world he had constructed was being broken apart.

The alicorn blinked once, then twice, staring at Melody numbly.

"Boy, is there something wrong?"

He tilted his head to the side, smiled, and lit his horn.

"Melody. I want you to know something."

"What?"

"For so, so many years I've hated you. Now you're a nice mare with decent manners."

He opened his eyes; they held a mad, razor sharp glint in them.

"I liked you better when you were a bitch."

He dove forward and sank a piece of glass into her neck, her life's blood soaking his hoof. She looked at him in shock, then grabbed his hoof and twisted, widening the wound. He looked at her and his smile faded as she looked up at him, her eyes apologetic. She nodded, then collapsed on the floor, dead.

Seamus stood on a cloud an hour later, his wings tied to his sides. Melody was dead, he had no more reason to live. Jakben was dead, Sky was dead. All the ponies he wanted revenge on or loved were dead. He was so tired, his eyelids heavy and ready to close. He comforted himself with the thought that he would be resting for a long, long time. For eternity, in fact. The colt eyed that dark city below. The stop would kill him instantly. He chuckled humorlessly. Life was the joke he mocked. Little more then distilled pain mixed into the fire-whiskey that was his entire existence. He gave the ground another look, smiling at how soft it seemed. A swift drop and a sudden stop awaited him.

He stepped off the cloud.

"I'm coming, Sky."

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