Author's Notes:

Wow, you guys must hate me for not updating in a while. Anyway, I'll make it up to you guys by making the next chapter longer. Speaking of which, the next chapter is going to be the GGG (grand galloping gala) where someone you all love will be there. No, not Blueblood. Someone else, someone with green hair. Hope you enjoy this chapter :3.

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Standing in front of Steve's grave, I let the rain soak my hair. Streams of it flowing down my face. I shiver as a chilly wave of wind pass all the way from my neck to the tip of my tail. My friends and everyone in the town gathered behind me, crowding around the food decorated table. They've been treating me like this ever since I came back from the hospital. Treating me like fragile glass, like just one touch would shatter me.

Gently, I stroked a finger across my bandages. My hair dangling in front of my face. The only thing not on my face is tears. I don't know why, but nothing came out. Tracing my hand over the granite gravestone. I felt like i was being watched. Like a spiritual pull in the depths of my soul. Listen to me rambling on like this. But I knew one feeling, and the others could feel it too. Anger. A burning hatred flaring in my heart.

My fists clenched. "Steve. Your my best friend, man. The only one that fully understood me. We went through do much together. I'm so sorry." I began to sob. Tears fell from my eyes as pain twanged in my heart. "I'm so sorry that I left you behind." I fell to my knees, mud staining my jeans. "It's my fault!"

Twilight walked up behind me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Its alright, it isn't your fault." I pushed her hand away.

"It is!" I looked at her, a mixture of anger and sadness filling up my eyes. "I left him, I could have saved him." I rested my head against his gravestone. "I'm going to kill him. I'm going to kill that bastard!" I smashed my fist against the granite, small cracks spreading across the surface.

"Killing somepony isn't right. I can understand it with you and your.....father, but......it just isn't right." I stood up. My eyes hidden behind my hair as I turned to her. I grabbed her by her shirt, threw her against a statue and pined her there.

"'killing somebody isn't right?'" I said in a strained voice, holding back the anger. "Killing isn't right!? Well if it wasn't, why did that bastard kill the only brother like figure that I had ever had!? Why did he have to die and not him!? How would you feel if your brother was murdered and no one did a damn thing about it!!?"

I released her and placed my forehead on her shoulder. "I'm sorry Twi. I didn't mean it." I felt her place a hand on the back of my head, stroking my hair slightly.

"It's okay, and I'm sorry too." I backed up from her and started to walk away.

(Stop)

"I'm going to take a walk, I'll see ya later." She nodded and met back up with the gang. I walked around the town, the ponies giving me sad eyes for what I've been through. With my sword clinking against my back and pistols in there holsters, I looked for a place to calm down.

I walked back to the lake. The lake where he died. Ice still clung to the edges of the lake. I sat on the bench close the edge and sighed. Why did it have to happen? He was here barely an hour, and poof, dead. I felt anger, yet again. Towards my self, to everyone around me. And most importantly, anger towards, him .

I may have to pay someone a visit

"Why am I even here!?" The white unicorn stallion shouted as he griped the steel bars, a magical yellow ring was clipped onto his horn as he glared at the Gardpony. "I did ponyville a favour by killing him! He was the one that stole that gem!"

"No, what you did was just plain murder. Your lucky the warden from the dungeon hasn't come by yet otherwise she would of hauled your sorry behind strait to Canterlot." From the the sounds of it in the jail cells, the two were arguing. The receptionist pony was at the front desk, writing on a typewriter he had armour covering most of his body. The only thing that was visible was his head. He had a light golden coat and a white mane, shaped into a punk rocker-ish look.

He looked up from the typewriter and at me. "You want in?" I nodded, he wrote a few more words onto the paper in the typewriter and with out looking back at me, "Put your weapons on to the desk and go in."

'That was more simple than I thought it would be.' I thought to my self as I did as he asked. I placed my pistols and my sword onto the desk and walked towards the closed doors of the holding cells. A soft buzz echoed and the door clunked open. 'Its not like I need a weapon to kill.' I thought to my self as I walked in.

The two stopped there arguing and looked at me. "Ah, you must be that Silver that I have been hearing about. Name's Bluestone and I was just leaving." We shook each others hands. He pulled me in and moved his muzzle to my ear. "By the way, I know what you are. I've seen half demons before." My eyes widened and my breath stopped. "Don't worry. I know your different then other demons. I won't tell anyone." he placed a set of keys into my hands and with out anything else said, he left us alone, but not before poking his head back in. "Oh and one more thing. There's now a silent enchantment on this room. Your welcome." And with that, his head disappeared.

"What does he think you'll do? Nag me to death like every other mare on this damn planet. What? It's bad enough that you all are get jobs, but now there is mares that could 'kill?' Bah, all you mares a useless an-" I stopped him and pulled him against the bars, smacking his head off the metal bars.

"Oh, that is so not cool. First you kill one of my best friends, but I now know that your a fucking sexist person!" I shouted at him. I threw him against the back wall, cracking the bricks slightly. I opened the the door and walked in, closing and locking it. He stood up and cracked his neck.

"I don't want to do this little filly, but you asked for it!" He swung a punch at me. Quickly grabbing his fist, I kneed him in the stomach and flung him to the bars, cracking his head against yet again. I punched him in the face as he turned back around, breaking his nose. He tried punching me again, only to be blocked by my forearm. I repeatedly punched him in the gut, using every drop of my strength. He stumbled backward, blood dripping from his lips. Taking advantage of the situation, I thrusted my right leg out, striking his throat and pinned him to the wall.

"Was it worth it?" I started as I clenched my fists. "Was it worth it to kill one of my best friends!?" I looked strait into his eyes. "Steve was the only one from my childhood that was like a brother to me, and you took him away." Tears fell from my eyes and dripped onto the ground below. "He protected me from so many things, from so many people that tried to hurt me. And you took him away!" My demon form burst through to the surface like a pencil through wet tissue paper. I glared at him as he looked like he shat him self. "He grew up with me, he laughed with me, hell, we even ate together, and now that's never going to happen again!" I began to choke him with my foot. He gasped for air as he clawed at my foot. "Now I'm going to do the same," (close up of Silvers right eye) my iris of both eyes split and grew jagged and my pupil grew slitted, "TO YOU!"

"Silver stop!" A cold hand was placed on my right shoulder. I gasped at the sudden cold touch, but....it's a calming touch none the less. I looked to the direction the voice came from, my eyes widening and pupils shrinking as I realised who it was.

"S-Steve?" He was a pale blue, clothes and skin n'all. I...I was speachless, stuttering I moved my hand forward, his hand meeting half way. Our fingers intertwined, that's when I knew for sure. My flames disbursed as I lifted my hand to my mouth.

"Don't kill him, Silver." He said as he smiled at me. My eyebrows angled downwards as my burning anger rises again. How could he say that!? This bastard killed him!!

"Why not! He killed you!" I strengthened the force of my legs, crushing his air passage. "This bastard should die, he deserves it!"

"Silver, this isn't you! I know the real you, don't let your power consume you!" He tried to reason with me. "What was that saying, "you either die a hero, or you live long enough to become the villain"? Don't become the villain, Silver."

"I don't care if I becom a villain, I just want revenge!" The unicorn's face started to become blue. Smiling, I increased the pressure on his neck.

"Damit Silver! Get a hold of your self!" He pulled me away from the unicorn. The unicorn in question fell to his knees breathing deeply. Steve grabbed my shoulders and looked directly in my eyes. "I don't want to lose another friend, not since Lucy. If you kill him, you become like him. You'll become a monster. You may now be the 'daughter' of Satan but damnit your still my friend."

"......I don't want to lose you either, Steve." I hugged him, my anger slipping away the longer we held the embrace. Tears stained his non-existing clothes. "I never want to lose anyone ever again."

"You're not gonna lose me anytime soon, because friends never say goodbye."