Ditzy Doo was not, and she knew, the smartest pony in Equestria. In fact many picked on her, ridiculing her for clumsiness that was caused by her eye sight. Yes, her infamous eyes that had pretty much ruined her life…not that it was all that good to begin with. As she flew over Ponyville on her way to deliver more letters and packages to the small town's residents, she started to remember her foalhood as she got completely lost in her own little world (as she did rather regularly) and started to fly pretty much blind. Ditzy Doo reminisced her parents and early life, her mother, White Wing, and her dad, Iron Hooves, had wanted a perfect little filly in their perfect little lives, but were not happy with what they got; the smooth grey fur had been fine to them, following suit of her dad who had a deep black and her mother that had pure white, so having a grey body had been more or less expected; Pegasus had been expected too, both had been of the same race, pure Cloudsdaleian Pegasi who were hard headed and proud; blond mane and tail, once again, had been expected as Whit Wing had had a light blond mane and tail. The eyes, however, had been less than unwelcome on young Ditzy Doo, a strange and almost unheard of condition known as 'fractum oculus nervus' or, simply put, broken eye nerve. Put simply, it put her eyes out of focus in such a way that she could make out the things around her but she couldn't concentrate on anything at all. At first her parents had done all they could to help her.

'Make me normal' she thought, with eyes narrowed in hate. After maybe nine years of surgery, all of it to no avail, her parents finally gave up on her and started on their second foal, just like Ditzy Doo was just something to replace. Ditzy's little sister, a foal she would come to care for as her own, Dinky Hooves was born. With a pale purple coat, a blond mane similar to Ditzy's and a unicorn horn (thanks to White wing's great, second-cousin, once removed). She was born with normal eyes and her parents loved her for it but at the same time Dinky saw a big sister in Ditzy, not a pony with weird eyes, and loved her for it. And that drew nothing but resentment from her mother and father, who had unofficially disowned the unfortunate mare. When Ditzy was eighteen, their parents left them, in the middle of the night with no warning or reason, they just up and left leaving the elder of the siblings to care for the younger on her own. The equivalent of an eighteen year old having a seven-year old daughter, their only source of income was Ditzy's newly acquired job at Cloudsdale's post office, this, however, had its own problems as she had never been all that popular in school thus it carried over to her job; she got just as much abuse in her work as she had done in school. In school she had been picked on by most of the Pegasi that had attended the same place, as well as the young flyers school which had undoubtedly the worst of the two. Large stallions would bully and aggravate her and others for no reason but their own amusement. Fluttershy and Rainbowdash had the same problems but Fluttershy had Rainbowdash to stand up for her and Rainbowdash was Rainbowdash, she didn't need somepony to look out for her. Ditzy was by herself though, because pretty much everypony felt the same way.

'All because of my eyes' she thought with tear welling up at the memory.

That had been the time she had almost spiralled into depression, the mares would point and snigger, the stallions would shout abuse and humiliate her and the foals would follow suit, not talking to her, laughing at her and worst of all it rubbed off onto Dinky Hooves. The foals were incredibly cruel to her, making fun of the young filly continually, playing pranks and what made Ditzy hurt worse was when she was told by Dinky that they were making fun of their parents abandoning them. It cut them both deep. Ditzy was brought from her thoughts when she slammed into the wall of a building that she could have sworn came from nowhere, as she fell to the floor in a glide that made her look like a leaf that had dropped from a tree. Her head, somewhat used to these hard knocks now, was not very clouded, nor was she panicked at the fact that she had just hit a wall for the second time in forty-eight hours. She was, however, panicked by the two stallions that stood either side of her now; a Pegasus that with a dark brown coat and a white mane, his cutie mark depicting an American football; this was a Pegasus bully, now more or less a thug, named Touchdown. The other stallion; an earth pony, slate grey fur and a steel grey mane and his cutie mark showing a bent metal girder; this one was called Iron Arc. The pair's faces turned from confusion to a sinister smile quickly as they registered Ditzy Doo's arrival.

"Well, well, well. Would you look what we got here" Touchdown said in that dark, sorta creepy and strained voice.

"Huh, what a pleasant surprise" Iron Arc added in his deep, slow and dopey voice that was well suited to his uneducated manner. The stallion, who was bested in size only by Big Macintosh, had been hanging around the Pegasus ever since he'd moved to Ponyville (on account of him being bucked out of the young flier's school) and was simple dumb muscle that would follow every order given to him by Touchdown.

"Uh-uh…h-hey guys w-w-what's up" the sacred mare asked as casualty as she could when surrounded by the two ponies that tormented her most.

"Oh, nothing much" the Pegasus replied with a devilish grin "just hangin' around"

"Just hangin' around" the earth pony repeated.

"Oh, OK I'm just g-gonna go then" the mailmare responded, still scared, spreading her wings to fly away from the two stallion bully's. At an unseen command the earth pony grabbed her tail and yanked her down.

"What, you don't wanna hang with us" the stallion spat, full of sudden disgust, at the mare at his hooves. Ditzy looked up at him; something was wrong with him, he seemed to be shaking a little and his eyes were slightly blood-shot around the edges.

"No, I-it's not that, just that I've got stuff to deliver" she told him trying and failing to get up on her hooves.

"No you don't" Iron Arc laughed ripping off the saddle bag from her side and threw it aside.

"Hey" Ditzy shouted at the removal of her bag, struggling to get free from the grip of Iron Arc. Her efforts were rewarded by Touchdown slapping his right fore-hoof across her face.

"Shadup, you little whorse" Touchdown hissed as he grabbed her mane and hauled her up. Then she noticed something, the stallion was shaky, yes, but that wasn't what got her petrified attention. It was in fact the erect member between his rear legs. She looked up, tears around her eyes, waiting to break free from their reluctant master.

"Consider yourself lucky you little lazy eyed freak. This is the only action somepony like you would-no should ever get" the evil thug taunted the mare. She tensed slightly as she felt the push against her back that could only be Iron's stallionhood pressing against her.

"W-what are you doing" she squeaked.

"I thought I said to be quiet, looks like I'll just have to take things into my own, HOOVES" he laughed as he forced Ditzy's mouth around his member. Iron shoved his own into Ditzy's sex, harshly, prompting a tearful and muffled scream of pain from her as the blood ran down her hind legs. The stallions laughed as they raped, and Ditzy screamed into Touchdown's stallionhood as tears flowed shamelessly down her face.

'This isn't how it's supposed to be, not for my first time' Ditzy thought as she was trusted into from both ends; 'I didn't want my first time to be like this' she mentally cried. Iron Arc began to thrust more wildly, picking her flank up and holding it aloof as he slammed his stallionhood into his victim's dry marehood.

They both continued to defile her; Iron Arc slapped her flank harshly, as Touchdown held both sides of her head as he pumped into her maw harder and faster, all the while coming out with more harsh comments. Iron Arc thrust deeper into her as he held her up. All the while she wept, she cried and cursed; all muffled by Touchdown's cock as he continued to abuse her. Memories of the days she'd been left weeping on the floor after name calling and beatings. She'd take that over this any day.

"Damn, Derpy hooves, you aren't as bad as I thought you'd be" the Pegasus laughed between groans.

'Derpy hooves; I hate that name' she silently cursed. Touchdown had been the first to give her that name, when she had first arrived at the Cloudsdale post office and it seemed to stick, stick so well in fact that some ponies mistake it for her actual name. Her thoughts were interrupted by yet another insult from Touchdown.

"Not bad at all, you could make a living outa this" he told her, his insults causing more tears to escape Ditzy's unfocused eyes. Suddenly, she felt a bulge, an increase of size in her rear end as Iron Arc approached his climax.

'No, not in me, please Celestia, not inside me' she wailed in her mind, with the blind hope they could hear her desperate thoughts. Apparently not, however, as she was thrust into one final time as Iron's seed shot into her, coating her reluctant walls with his vile seamen.

"Open wide" Touchdown strained as he followed suit and ejaculated into her mouth, leaving her gasping for breath.

'Kill me; kill me now' she thought as she lay there panting, sobbing and wishing she'd never born. She did nothing as she lay there, but as Touchdown picked up a price of sharp glass with his hoof she knew what was about to happen, and part of her welcomed it. Another part didn't, another part was not about to let these buckers get away with this or her death, so she screamed; at the top of her lungs she screamed, the kind of scream she hoped everypony would hear and arrive at the scene, arrive and see what they had done to her. She hopes they would at least.

Blood Moon was at a loss; Ponyville was a fairly peaceful place, as far as he could tell. On the surface everything seemed fine, but apparently not everything was as it first appeared as he continued to ponder as to what to do. Nopony else seemed to hear the scream; understandable, there was still a lot of noise coming from the market and the scream had been high-pitched so it wouldn't carry far. With a shrug as he stood, throwing caution to the wind, he decided to investigate, following the sound to an alleyway, what he believed to be its point of origin; and he wasn't all too glad he did.

The alleyway itself was relatively dark, not so much it was hard to see but it put a small shroud over anypony in there making them hard to see from a distance. What was in the alleyway, however, was what truly enraged him.

"What is this" he demanded in a voice that would give Celestia herself nightmares. Two stallions turned to face him, shocked and panicked as though caught in the act; one was a Pegasus, the other an earth pony, but the red mist had defended over the assassin's eyes and he was willing to make no more of the pair out. What did get his attention, however, was the mare on the ground, shaking, scared and…the assassin knew what they had done, and what they were about to do; he wasn't about to let them get away with it.

"And just, who are you" the Pegasus barked at him trying to be threatening. The assassin wasn't hearing it though; he cracked his neck left and right, audible crunches being made because of it, and advanced. Blind rage was not the best battle plan in usual circumstances, but the assassin didn't deal in 'usual circumstances.' He dealt in death.

Half way to the two ponies, his horn flashed and he was suddenly before the rapist. The flash the spell produced had the stallion blinded for a second, and when the white bombs were done detonating, he was met with Blood Moon's skull in his muzzle; the crack was dull and sickening, but not as much as what happened next; the dark stallion spun around and past the Pegasus and grabbed him around the neck with his fore-hooves, slamming his weak frame into the larger earth pony's face cracking the winged pony's skull and no small amount of the earth's teeth, but he wasn't done with that: rage and adrenalin fuelled muscles lifted the Pegasus over his head as he stood on his hind-legs before he brought his spine down on a trash-can on its side. With the Pegasus temporally done with, the assassin turned to the earth. The bigger stallion saw his size and muscle as an advantage, thus put no thought behind his attack; Arc threw a clumsy strike with his right fore-hoof; the assassin's own hoof shot up and caught the earth's out of the air, pulling back and twisting him to the ground and curb-stomping his head.

The other stallion had gotten up, holding his back, and went to spread his wing; with a sharp hiss of pain, he looked back to find a pair of mangled wings: Blood Moon had broken the Pegasus's bones when he'd slammed him down on the trash-can. The Hunter looked over at the brown furred pony and quickly threw a hoof in his face; Blood Moon wasn't above kicking somepony while they were down, nor was he above finishing those who were broken and weak. The assassin felt the bones below his hoof give way, and his ears were met with the stallion screaming in pain as he broke his cheek bone.

The killer then looked at the victim of this vile act, and found a grey Pegasus mare shivering in a ball of to the side of the ally. Blood Moon bent down to the mare, tried to talk to her, but heavy pain on the assassin's back and the sudden ability to fly told him that he had just been bucked in the back by the earth pony. The dark stallion landed gracefully on his hooves in the street, causing a few mares and stallions to gasp at his sudden appearance as the two attackers followed him out. The assassin wasted no time getting the show back on the road; as he darted forwards, he dived, slid between the confused earth pony's legs while gripping his tail as he rose to his hooves. Blood Moon yanked, pulling the pony off his hooves, and heaved, throwing him over his head. The large pony, used to being the strongest guy in the room, was more than taken by surprise by the assassin's raw strength, not to mention his ability to use it, as he landed on his thick skull.

There was a flash of black lightning and suddenly the dark stallion was before the other attacker; there were four more flashes of darkness: one broke his nose, the next further crack his skull, the third slammed into his chest and the last spun around the assassin as his roundhouse struck the Pegasus across the temple. Confused and in pain, the Pegasus could do nothing as the assassin leapt into the air, his fore-hooves slapping into the winged pony's ears as he rose, and found the airborne unicorn's hind legs rocketing into his solar plexus, Blood Moon flipping gracefully back to his hooves.

Touchdown shot back like he'd been fired from a cannon, his back meeting the ground and flipping him head over hooves, his back digging through the ground and leaving a shallow ditch.

There was now a small circle of ponies surrounding the fight, some were confused, others enraged, at the lone unicorn fighting off the two other ponies, for better or for worse the killer did not know. Standing up again on shaky legs, the Pegasus called into the crowd; not a second later did three other stallions join the fray. All three of them were earth ponies, and all three looked like they did nothing but go to the gym a lot. The assassin was unimpressed.

The first one made his move, a red-coated moron that thought throwing a strike at the assassin from the front was a good idea; the Hunter dodged under it, slapped his supporting for-hoof out from under him and helped him on his way down by taking his head and slamming it into the ground. A second thug, a metallic bronze pony, attacked next with the big earth pony from before. The bronze pony lunged for him as the big stallion tried for another buck; the assassin turned his body towards the lunging earth, wrapping his left fore-hoof about his throat and using his momentum against him by slamming his head into the buck sent by the other earth. The dark stallion dealt with the other earth pony by taking the beaten, not to mention broken, earth by his hind-legs and swinging him around until limp body met skull once more.

Blood Moon was getting tired of this. When the third pony to have joined charged him, Blood Moon was ready; the movement was fast, graceful, but its style betrayed the brutality; he grabbed the dark orange pony's chin and mane harshly, let him pass by before yanking him back, letting him land on his back, and twisted savagely. An audible crack rang through the now silent crowd and fighters, signified the pony's death as the vertebrae severed the spinal cord and the pony fell limp to the ground as dead as a doornail. Time slowed down for the residents of Ponyville, the ponies that surrounded the five ponies and cadaver watching as he fell to the ground, his lifeless eyes watching as the ponies gasped in horror. He hit the floor and his head bounced once, the dull 'thud' resonating over everypony and thing.

'Maybe coffin nail would be more accurate' was the dark stallion's only thought as he dropped the mangled corpse to the ground whilst he made a mental note to look that up later. Blood Moon looked around himself, finding fear mixed with rage and fear mixed with even more fear, coming from his foes and audience respectively. He wondered what he'd said.

"One down" he muttered with a shrug as he eyed the rest of his opponents, some of which were obviously regretting their decision to fight him, now they knew he would kill them without a second thought. The red and bronze ponies hesitantly moved together; the bronze from the front and the red from the back, intent on surrounding him. Blood Moon responded by whipping his sword out and taking the advancing bronze pony's head off in a single movement. A satisfying spurt of blood followed the decapitation, tinting the pony's bronze coat a rustic, copper-red. Turning to face the other, the assassin was met with a truly horrified face; one that wanted to get away but knew that it wouldn't, one that wanted to survive but knew it wouldn't. The true face of fear: fruitless desperation. The assassin hit the red pony in the centre of his throat with the hilt of his weapon, batted him across the temple, in the snout and jaw, all in a terrifying grace and speed, before he watched the stallion choke for a while. His eerily fascinated gaze put more fear into the stallion than anything he'd ever had to witness, to such an extent that the simple act of Blood Moon cocking his head made him flinch. The assassin raised his blade before stabbing him slowly through the chest, puncturing the left lung and heart in one fatal and needlessly slow thrust. The slow entrance of the weapon had the thug gurgling on his blood quickly, screaming in pain soon after and dead before long. Ripping the blade out, a second fountain of blood erupted like a volcano of gore from the deceased pony. Blood Moon wasn't bothering with speed anymore, fear had gripped the inexperienced fighters, paralyzing them to the spot as the watched him with wide and fearful eyes. The fear went beyond the assassin's foes. Those around him had all met similar reaction as the thugs, none of them capable of going for one of the guards around Ponyville.

Blood Moon slowly turned his enraged but eternally terrifying gaze over to the big stallion; he let his eyes bore into him before he trotted slowly over to him, grinding his blade into the ground as he approached. The big earth looked down at the dark stallion finding his smaller form looking up. It would confuse Iron Arc for as long as he would live, which wouldn't be very long, as to why this stallion, this puny, small stallion, had him so scared. Iron opened his maw to speak, but Blood Moon wouldn't let him; he cracked the earth pony's jaw closed with the pommel of his sword, a strike that lifted the stallion off his fore-hooves, before plunging his weapon into his exposed belly. He released the spell holding it and took it by the hoof; the assassin held the stallion up with his left hoof as his right dragged the blade down his stomach. The bladed side of the sword was facing upwards and the assassin was going down; Iron Arc roared in pain as his skin and fur were not sliced, but ripped asunder, the weapon forcing the muscle and fat apart as the tip sliced through the lungs, stomach, liver and finally the intestines. Holding it there for a second, the killer tore it loose and whipped it left, right, up and down, taking all the earth pony's limbs before he leapt up and let the sword sing; a slash of light cut through the dark as Blood Moon continued to spin, his hind-leg meeting the stallion's head and taking it off, the Hunter landing with his usual grace. He looked up at the close to toppling corpse, trotted closer to it, raised his hoof and gently nudged it. The cadaver fell the ground with another dull 'thud'. The assassin then slowly, creepily and downright angrily turned his attention to the Pegasus. Memories of how he had found the grey mare came back, and his anger followed suit.

"I'll ask you again; what. Was. That?" The assassin's eyes locked onto the trembling stallion before him, blocking out the crowd of equally terrified ponies that surrounded them. Blood Moon didn't wait long for an answer; instead he trotted up to him his sword levitating by his side as he moved towards a stallion who liked to think he was in control, think he was tough, think he was above everypony else. The kind of pony Blood Moon hated. The assassin's hoof slammed into his victim's jaw, enough strength behind it to spin the Pegasus on his hooves, revealing his back to him. Grabbing the stallion from behind, his right leg going under the stallions own and his left yanking his mane back and exposing his jugular to the weapon now pushed against his neck, he was about to finish this and fade into the gathering shadows behind him, before a lone voice in the crowd called out:

"STOP!" The assassin looked over the crowd, looking for the one that had the guts to stop an obviously trained killer in the middle of the act. His eyes settled on a group of six mares; the one who appeared to have called out to him was the one in the centre of the group, a magenta mare with a deep purple mane and tail with a lighter shade of the same colour and hot pink stripes running through. Her eyes were also purple and practically burst with intelligence; that much was apparent at this range, though tears also streamed down her face, which expressed confusion and fear, as she looked at him.

"Why" the assassin asked simply.

"Because-because nopony deserves to be killed" she yelled in response, like it was the most obvious thing in Equestria. The assassin cocked his head to the right slightly.

"Really? Then would you care to ask him what he was doing in that alleyway over there" Blood Moon responded nodding his head in the direction of the place he found the grey mare. The stallion in his grip swallowed.

"I-it doesn't matter what he was doing, y-y-y-you can't kill him" the mare argued.

"I think it does matter" the assassin responded calmly "ask her" he nodded at the grey mare he had found in the alley, who was now in the crowd trying to go unnoticed but the assassin had spotted the…stains on her "ask her what they did, what caused me to slaughter them like the dogs they are." The purple mare turned her gaze to the grey Pegasus.

"What's Derpy got to do with this" a voice in the crowd asked. The assassin took no notice as he looked at the other ponies around the purple unicorn.

To her immediate right was an orange earth pony, her mane blond and put in a simple knot at the end, her tail following suit, her eye, showing honesty and hard labour with small tears escaping, were a light shade of green. This mare also wore a Stetson cowpony hat that she held to her chest. To the unicorn's far right was a Pegasus, of cyan blue fur and a rainbow coloured mane and tail, flew a meter of the ground, held up by her powerful looking wings, her light purple eyes holding back tears. The earth pony and Pegasus had the same expressions; confusion, fear and hate. These two were more protective than most of the other ponies in the group. To the immediate left of the purple unicorn, a second unicorn stood, this one was pure white and had a highly styled purple mane and tail, her eyes, a sparkling blue, housed generosity and an appreciation for detail. Next to the white unicorn two mares sat; the first had pink fur, mane and tailed, both of which were completely straight and slightly darker than her fur, her eyes a pleasant shade of sky blue had tear's shooting out and arching down in a spectacular rainbow shaped curve. The pony she comforted was not looking at him instead weeping into the chest of the pink one, but from what the assassin could tell she had a light pink mane and butter yellow fur.

"Well Derpy, did they do anything to you." The mare that Blood Moon now recognised as 'Derpy' looked at him in panic; it was obvious that she didn't want to say anything about what happened in the alleyway, but the assassin had just killed four ponies in broad daylight and this was the only way he could defend himself.

"Tell them mare, this is on nopony's head but theirs" the assassin called over, trying to sooth her. Not an easy task when you're holding a struggling stallion as a hostage.

"Th-they did…things to me" she responded in little more than a whisper.

"What 'things' did they do" the unicorn replied, not as shaky as before but still with tears rolling down her face. The assassin could tell by her tone of voice, body language and the way she was glancing at his hostage that she was begging to doubt what she had thought before, but was still unwilling to be swayed.

"Things I'd rather not repeat" Derpy replied. She was clearly traumatized by what had happened and Blood Moon felt for her.

"Now jus' wait a minute, sugarcube are ya'll sayin' that ya" she clears her throat nervously "did the 'hoedown' in that there alleyway" she asks, a little unbelieving. The assassin noticed the orange pony's heavy southern drawl.

"YES, THEY RAPED AND ABUSED ME LIKE SOME PIECE OF MEAT, THEN TRIED TO KILL ME!" The mare was clearly getting emotional, her thoughts set in a whirlwind of anger, panic and hatred as she gulped down air and choked back the tears threatening to spill down her face. Blood Moon could only pity her. Everypony in the crowd gasped at her revelation, almost perfectly in unison, while the purple mare looked back at the assassin and his hostage.

"So you killed them defending her... that was-no, no you should have let the guards deal with it" she told him defiantly, shaking her head. Blood Moon got a little irate at the mention of guards. He always got a little irate at the mention guards.

"And what would happen? They would be detained and put on trial, yes. There they would be charged with the rape and murder of a certain grey Pegasus, in which they would have plenty of evidence and a witness report supplied by myself. Now, it's very likely that they would be found guilty of this crime, tell me Miss, what is the punishment for rape and murder" the assassin asked with a knowing smile on his face that was mostly covered by his hood.

"They would be executed" the mare replied, hanging her head in defeat "but what gives you the right to take justice into your own hooves" she shot at him. The assassin gave a deep, slow laugh in return.

"You want justice mare?" She stood a little straighter.

"Everypony deserves justice" she told him, somewhat nobly. The assassin shrugged.

"Very well then" he said releasing the stallion, letting him drop to the floor "justice for all" he told her before he stabbed his blade through the stallion's head, cracking easily through the cranium, piecing the brain, stabbing into the lower jaw and out the other end. A monumental rush of blood shot out of both freshly made wounds as the assassin ripped the sword out in a brutal fashion, the arc of the weapon making a curve of blood to fly into the air and splattered to the ground in front of him, while the fountain of vital fluids continued to erupt skywards. Several ponies gasped once more and judging by the 'thuds' heard a bunch more had fainted. The magenta mare had fresh tears streaming down her face and in much greater abundance.

"How-how could you" she sniffled. Staring her down, the assassin started fade into darkness as his horn began to glow as he became part of the shadows around him that had been cast by Celestia's sun.

"Simple, by doing what's right" he replied as he vanished from sight.