Author's Notes:

Hey, sorry it's been a while since I last posted, I've just been busy being a lazy cunt. Well that and deciding how to end this story, which will be soon as I know exactly how to direct this.

I don't know of I've asked this yet, but do you want to see this re written and improved or should I go onto the next story? It'll have a long-ish prologue explaining this story if the future readers didn't want to read my (admittedly shitty and edgy) start to the story.

I'll leave it to you! :P

The cabin rocked back and forth as it traveled down the tracks back to Ponyville. I pressed my forehead against the cold glass, watching the scenery pass. I could see Fluttershy reading a book directly across from me, resting her elbows on the table separating us. She was fully engrossed in the book, a flushed expression graced her face as her eyes passed back and forth between the pages, with an occasional bashful glance to me and Rainbow. I had no clue as to what she was reading, but from the occasional gasps and whimpers, I can only guess that it was really fuckin good.

Next to her sat a sleeping Rainbow Dash, snoring loudly with an open mouth, an occasional murmur or snort following her snores. A lone Coal Tar drifted onto the table, looking at me with a tilt of its body. This demon has always been cute to me, even with the potential danger that they possess if more of them band together. A shiver ran up my spine at the thought of them overrunning Ponyville in a single day. It blinked before it drifted away, upside down might I add, as if a gust of wind blew it away.

The rest of the gang sat at the table directly parallel to ours, leaving the seat next to me vacant. I suppose it's so if the cabin rocks violently, no one would bash into my shoulder. From the angle I was in, I couldn't see what they were doing, not even looking at the window could tell me. I let a breath out, fogging up the glass, a strange shiver rushed down my spine to the tip of my tail. ‘That's right, it must be close to fall.’ I drew a small heart out on the glass, watching the droplets leak down to the wooden frame. ‘Jeez, I must have been her for...what, one month? Two? Come to think of it, what season was it when I left earth. I've completely forgotten.’

'Man I need to get a job. Maybe the mayor can hook me up with something? After all, can't be a burden on Shy forever.’ I let out a long yawn as dark clouds covered the sky, the slight twinkle of pegai in their suits caught my eye as they moved them into place. It's times like this I wish I still had my phone… A sudden plink on the glass made me jump, forcing me out of my thoughts as the first droplets of rain splattered onto the train. I let out a breath, smiling as I shifted so I could watch the rain, resting my cheek on my free palm.

“Can't believe i got scabined by the fucking rain.” I muttered to myself, letting out a snort. The soft pitter-patter of rain on the roof of the cabin sent pleasant chills through me. The sky grew darker, almost as if it was night, and the rain got heavy. I started to hum a tune, rocking my head side to side. Safety Dance. One of my favourite songs, it often brought me closure when I had a particularly bad dag. And I would often get bullied because of it. Those cunts bullied me because of my music tastes…..

'Argh! Fuck! Now I'm thinking about those assholes!’ I let out a groan, leaning back against my seat, staring at the ceiling with my head over the headrest. The images of my old bullies came to mind, well i say old, but they're still doing it. Rather than thinking about them, I forced myself to focus on the rain as I shut my eyes, which worked ...to an extent.

“Silver, it's no good to remember those particular memories.” The ghostly voice of Steve said as he placed an icy hand on my shoulder. Which dulled the dull throb that I forgot about. Without opening my eyes, I whispered.

“So what, you're in my head now? Are you sure I haven't lost it?” It was faint, barely audible. I couldn't see, but I could damn well tell that he had a fucking smirk.

“No, I just know that face of yours. You make it whenever you think on the past.” It took all the strength I could muster not to groan. God that was fucking cheesy. “And that's the face you make whenever you think I say stuff that's cheesy.”

“Okay you smug bastard, what words of Yoda wisdom are gonna push on me.”

“Dwell on the past, you can't. Think, on your future with friends, you must, yes.” I let out a sigh, with peaked Fluttershy's interest.

“It's not that easy, asshole. My whole life has been stuck in the past, it isn't something I can shake off with a shrug of my shoulders. Regardless if I act otherwise.” I pinched the bridge of my nose, hard enough to block it completely.

“Are you okay. Silver?” Fluttershy said in an uneasy tone. It didn't suit a mare like her, not someone as sweet as Shy.

“Yeah, just thinking about old memories…” I opened my eyes, and looked at the mare, her soft smile raising my spirits a little. I couldn't help but smile back at her, as she played with her hair. I looked back to the window as we passed Canterlot mountain for the final time. It's a strange thing, the train tracks curved and wound its way up the mountain until it was a straight shot to the city. I looked to the seat next to me, with Steve nowhere to be found. Instead I found him floating behind Fluttershy as she turned a page, poking his head through the chair to look at the book she was reading. A surprised look descended onto his face as his face grew red...kinda, it was still mostly pale. Wait, is that him blushing? Can ghosts even blush? They don't have fucking blood, how the hell does that work?

“Woooh, that's some spicy stuff. Didn't know she was that kinda person…” Staved leaned in ever closer, taking every detail of the page.

‘The fuck is that idiot on about?’ I decided it wasn't worth my time to figure out, so I decided to get some shut eye. Curling up on the seat I hugged my knees leaning my head on the headrest, not the most comfortable position, but I didn't really want to sleep on the glass. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, watching as vapour flew from my mouth. Man this weather makes me sleepy, it's times like this I wish I had a scarf or beanie to keep me warm. Shit, I'd settle for a blanket. My eyelids felt heavy, my limbs growing slack as my heart somewhat slowed. I blinked. Again, and again. Everytime the world darkened and darkened until I couldn't see anymore.

I woke up with my forehead pressed against an open booklet on a wooden school desk, a sharp inhale drew the attention of a few kids that barely spared a second glance. I sprung up from my uncomfortable position, my hunched over back popping and cracking as I straightened myself out. I was in my old class room…

Mr Davis wrote on the black chalkboard I'm the center of class, the white chalk stick squeaked occasionally as it was used to write mathematics. Math period. A class that I both hated and loved at the same time, I hated it due to it always was always a double lesson whenever I did have it. And I loved it because of the teacher. Mr Davis’s stubby hands worked elegantly on the board, still surprising me to this day. He was a short man, fat too, and had this huge, dome like bald spot on his head that caught the light. “Its brighter that all of your futures” he would joke, laughing at it with all of his might, as if it was the funniest thing in the world. He would always do that, joke and laugh at the smallest pun, he made an effort to make us laugh, and would listen to us whenever we had a problem. Whether it was to do with calculus or not, he didn't cabin.

His belly hung over his smart jeans, flabby flesh covered by a professional shirt. He would always smell like cigar smoke and aged whisky, it overpowered most of the kids, not me however. I suppose I got used to strange smells from living with Michael. A nostalgic smile grew on my face as I rested my chin on my hand, watching him work away.

“Alright! I know this harder than the last question but none of you are idiots, Apart from Justin,” the class let out a laugh, at Justin's expense, who also shared in the laughter. “Now remember, the X in this question is based off of your previous answer. Good luck.” The class chatted away as they worked out the problem that was, to me, simple. Algebra was a favourite of mine after all. For the sake of nostalgia, I picked up a pencil that was set into the fold of the book and wrote my answer down.

Before he could check over the answers, the shrill of the class bell signalled the end of the period and the beginning of lunch. Whooo-fucking-pee. I watched with sorrowful eyes as the kids packed their stuff away into their bags, quickly clamoring out of the room. I followed shortly after, picking up the bag under my desk and leaving the room. I know this is a dream, so why don't I just play along huh?

The whole scene quickly changed as I left, fading into a white void as the world swirled around me like the last little pool of water flowing down the sink. Once the last smidge of colour vanished, it was quickly replaced with another scene, throwing me for a loop as I was chucked into a large tree, grunting as my back collided with the bark. I squeezed my eyes shut to block some of the pain. I heard laughter as I could feel blood dribble down my neck and soak into my school collar.

“Uehahahah! God dammit, you just don't fight back do you, freak?” A girl's voice said as it was joined by two others, laughing at my pain. With the sun against their backs it was impossible for me to see who they were, but I didn't need to see to know who they were. My eyes snapped open in terror as I did my best to shield my eyes from the sunlight. My anxiety skyrocketed trapping me in a steel cage as I listened to their laughter. It was Ashley and her crew, Sabrina and Heather, fucked up people who were on par with my foster father. There was another that was normally with them, but not today, it seemed. My body refused to listen to me as I gripped my plaid skirt, doing everything in its power not to look at their figures. I didn't even question why I was in my school uniform, or the fact that I had reverted back to a child so suddenly.

“Jesus, all the others try to fight back but you?” Ashley said, slamming a boot into my face and grinding it in. All I could do was whimper and squirm as the stones that were caught in the stones scratched my face. “You're just a bitch who's too weak to do anything. Though I suppose it's easier for us, it's just no fun. So I suppose I'll have to beat you twice as hard to get a good kick from it!” She stomped on my stomach over and over again, forcing spittle to fly from my mouth with every impact.

Ashley, quickly grown tired of stomping me, punched me square in the face, right beside my left eye, sending me to the ground in a heap. All I could do was huddle in a ball as she pinned me down with her own weight, punching me over and over again all over my body, anything that I wasn't defending. Any strength I had quickly dwindled, slipping away like the whispers of dreams, the more I try to hold out, the quicker it left me. All the while the three of them laughed, I could see that one of them, Sabrina I think, had her phone out, recording the entire thing.

“Heh, huh, fuck you're resilient. Anyone want to take over? It's a great way to get rid of your stress. Hehahaha!” She panted, wiping her brow from sweat.

“Hell, no. I just got my nails done, I'm not ruining them on a freak like her!” Heather said, showing off her painted nails, they would be beautiful, if they were on anybody else other than her.

“Fair enough, how's about you, Sabrina?” My eyes drifted lazily to her, as she giggled. Taking something out of her bag.

“Sure! I've always wanted to try this! I've seen it in so many movies, and it always seems to work wonders for the victim.” She cackled as she pulled out a rag and a large bottle of water. My eyes widened as her smile grew vicious and wild, like an animal. “Pin her down.” They laughed as Ashley held my arms to either side of my head, the rag quickly being tied around my mouth and nose and held into place.

They say waterboarding is a simulation of drowning, but I can tell you here and now that it's nothing like a simulation. It Is drowning. I struggled as much as I could as the first splash of cold water hit my face. I held my breath as I tried to get away, to run and hide, but I couldn't. Tears streamed down my face and my lungs burned, but I still held my breath until I couldn't anymore.

“Aw, look, she's crying, hahaha!” Sabrina laughed, pouring more and more water over me. Trying to breath was the worst decision that I've ever made, as the second I inhaled, the splatter of water filled my lungs, causing my throat to close on their own.

Once again I went through the whole ordeal, this time with a far more painful burn as my body wanted to expel the water trapped within, but at the same time my body couldn't bring itself to do so. I grew more and more frantic as I ran out of air, throwing my head left and right to make it more difficult for them. In a last stitch effort, I threw my whole body forward, headbutting Ashley in the face, which studded her enough to allow me to kick her off of me. With a shocked expression still etched on her face, I punched Sabrina in the nose with a scream, scrambling away from the three and ripping of the rag, throwing up the water.

The water burned like acid as it forced its way out of me, soaking into the ground. I could finally breathe again, and it was amazing, like pulling a splinter from your hand. But my freedom was short lived, however as a swift kick knocked me back to the ground and I was once again pinned down. Ashley's hands held onto my throat tightly, pressing down with her thumbs.

“You little cunt! Do you have any idea how much that fucking hurt!? I think you broke my nose!” I grasped at her hands weakly, trying to pull them off, but to no avail. Eventually, darkness crept along the edges of my vision, consuming everything as I passed out, the last thing I heard was their sick, twisted laugh.

I woke up to a rocking sensation, a hand pressed firmly onto my shoulder. The events of my dream came back in full force, my eyes snapped open. Acting on their own, I latched onto the hand threw the pony over my body and slammed them into the table with one hand, grabbing my pistol with my broken arm and pressed it against the center of her forehead. I swear I could've heard the table creak and buckle from the slam.

I let out a growl as the room went deathly silent, squeezing the trigger slightly as Rarity's terrified expression burned into my mind. It took a moment for my mind to catch up, and it horrified me. As I realized what I had done, I quickly let go of her hand and backed away, dropping the pistol as my back pressed against the cold glass of the cabin.

Tears filled my eyes as I held a hand to my mouth, hiding my quivering lips, an overwhelming fear consuming the forefront of my mind. My heart pounded hard against my chest as it became harder to breath, the stares that the girls gave me turned harsh and full of hate, whether or not it was real or yet another figment of my mind I had no clue. The world began to swirl as my sense of hearing began to fade, a black, only darkness consuming the edges of my vision. I couldn't hear the pitter-patter of rain anymore. I felt sick, yet the intense pressure on my chest made It impossible to throw up. I couldn't breath, and it felt like I was going to topple over at any moment.

I knew what this was, it was a panic attack, something I haven't had in at least six years. And it was just as bad as I remembered it.

I couldn't hand the stares any longer, so I ran. I ran past Rarity, accidentally pushing past her as she tried to get back up. Unfortunately for me, I tripped over my shoe and fell to the ground, falling short of slamming my nose against one of the tables. I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders, which made me panic worse. Uncontrollably, I swing back landing a solid hit against one of them, sending them into the bench next to me. My flames threatened to poke through, to slip through the cracks that slowly grew bigger. I only stopped for a moment, before I scrambled onto my fee and bolted down the cabin, practically bursting the door off of its hinges.

Door after door was bust down as I ran, slamming them with my shoulder, no doubt aggravating my already painful wound. I ignored the pain and the confused stares I got as I passed ponies in their booths, barging some of the ponies out of the way as I ran, knocking them to the floor of back into their seats. I bust down the last door, which led to the luggage compartment and ran into a briefcase that stuck out haphazardly, which jammed in between my ribs, knocking both me and the briefcase to the floor. A wheeze was forced out of me as the impact knocked the air out from my lungs, making it even harder to breath. The door slammed back shut leaving me in total darkness.

I let out a strangled cough as I hugged my chest, doing what I could to block the pain. I laid there on the floor for what must have been at least ten minutes, sobbing uselessly as I tried to control my self, my panic attack slowly dispersed, however the trembling and sweating never stooped. The beads of sweat on my body felt like tiny icicles that pierced my body. “What's wrong with me?” I said out loud, doing my best to wipe away the tears. “Why is It so fucking hard to control myself!? One second I'm fine the next I almost killed my friend, why? WHY!?,” I sobbed, curling into a ball as my flames washed over me, unable to control them anymore. “Why am I'm such a fucking mess!”

My eyes snapped open as I heard a commotion somewhere behind me. Not taking a chance I crawled towards the farthest corner of the room, shuffling myself under a small gap made my poor stacking behind one of the many rows of luggage. With my back against the wall and surrounded by all sides with all kinds of crap, I buried my face in my knees, making myself as small as possible. The place was really dark, my flames were dull enough that they barely made any light. However, I knew that I was sitting next to a stack of boxes that had a green bag in top. I flinched as the door opened with a creak, hitting the wall with a soft clang. The cabin was silent, deathly so apart from a few hesitate whispers from my friends. Tch, after that stunt I wonder if I can still call Rarity a friend. Fuck, why do I ruin everything?

“Silver?” Twilight said after a few moments of silence followed by even more silence. “Come out, please.” She said in a strange, almost motherly like tone, as if she was scared that she would push me away or something. I said nothing, staring at my shoes with that burning self-hatred that I could never extinguish. I pulled myself away from my knees, maneuvering myself so I could see out of my hidey-hole, bumping the box stack with the bag on top, sending it crashing down onto my head. I let out a yelp as I kicked the thing away, no doubt drawing everyone's attention.

“Darling, please, let me handle this.” I heard Rarity said softly as she placed a palm on Twilight's shoulder, gently guiding her backward as she walked towards me. All I could here as her hoofsteps clopping against the wooden floor, letting out a sigh as she sat down with her back pressed against the boxes, shifting it slightly. “Darling, you...don't have to apologize if you don't want to, it's not your fault in the first place, but knowing you, you'd apologize anyway. Perhaps I'm being too understanding, hah, after all you nearly killed me.” She laughed as I whimpered at her joke. “Ah, sorry dear, I doubt that's an appropriate joke right now.”

“I'm not going to lie, the fierce, animalistic glare in your eyes scared the daylights out of me, if suddenly slamming me into the table didn't do that already. But the more I stared, the more I noticed that it wasn't out of anger or hate, it was one of pain, of great suffering that was unfathomable to anyone that hadn't been through what you've been through. It was sort of like watching a cat backed into a corner, wild and frightened.” I watched as she hugged her knees, grimacing from the dust that had collected on her clothes. She let out a cute sneeze, waving the dust particles away from her.

“Before I tried to wake you, you were making these dreadful sounds, rocking back and forth in your seat. It was loud enough to wake Rainbow Dash, which is a feat in of itself.” She barked out a laugh, presumably for whatever face Dash was making. “I...don't suppose you'd want to share it with us?” I tried to open my mouth, to let something slip out of me, to let my guard down properly for once. But I couldn't. It was too much for me for one day, and it's barely even began. A strangled whisper was all I could muster before I gave up and hugged my legs, my tail absently thumped softly against the floor, barely hard enough to make a sound.

Silence hung heavily in the air as they probably waited for an answer from me. After it was obvious that I wasn't going to say anything, a group of defeated and sad sighs left them as they turned to walk away.

“You guys go on, I'll...wait for her when she's ready.” I heard Fluttershy say as she held the door for them.

“Alright, darling. Maybe you'll have more luck. Please get her to understand that I don't hate her.”

“I'll do my best.” The door shut and silence once again hung heavy in the room and, to quote a good song, like a cancer it grew. She walked towards the stack of boxes and rapt her knuckles against one. “May i join you?” She whispered cautiously, to which I responded by reaching out with a leg and nudged the opening I used. She slowly crawled through, grunting softly as she squeezed in between all of the junk.

I didn't shift at all as she walked over to me. Strangely, the sounds of her hoof meeting the wood seemed to comfort me as she neared, sitting on her feet and placed a gentle hand on my head. I didn't protest as she guided my head to her lap, her soft, pillow like thighs deformed slightly as it grew accustomed to my head. It was nice. Warm and soft. I don't know if I cried myself to sleep or not, but the next thing I knew was complete and total darkness.

(??? Pov)

“Woah!” I shouted as I slipped down a muddy hill, landing on my ass as fresh mud caked my clothing. I rolled to a stop as the ground evened out, laying on my back with a groan. I hissed as I sat up, my coxis burning like a motherfucker. “Fuck that hurts! Ugh, where the hell am I?” I wiped the mud from my face, my makeup coming off with it. I slowly got to my feet, brushing as much mud as I could off of me.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, which was thankfully alright. My dad would kill me if he had to get another phone so soon. I caught me reflection in the glass and groaned at the sight. My beautiful blond hair was a mess, tangled up with branches and knots. My purple eyeshadow was all the way up and down my face, my lipstick was smudged. My emerald eyes caught the moonlight that streamed through the... canopy...of the ...forest….

I could only stare in shock as I was surrounded by trees on all sides. They loomed over me menacingly, as if they had the intent to kill. The sounds of the forest that I didn't notice before seemed to triple in intensity, it was sudden enough that it almost made me drop my phone. I took a step back, but lost my footing, dropping to my ass yet again, letting out a curse as I landed. My phone slipped from my hand, landing screen down into the mud. Cursing my luck, I crawled over to it, sighing in disgust as I wiped it off on my jeans before I unlocked it and tapped the flashlight function, bathing the forest in light.

The forest that I was in didn't feel right, it was oppressive and stuffy, like it didn't want me in its woods. God knows how old trees with sprawling limbs blocked the moonlight, allowing little to touch the moss covered ground. Their bark was mottled and splotched, as if bubbled soup had been frozen in time on its surface. The decaying air and stifling atmosphere provided a fantasy like feeling, like it was out of a game or something, it was a perfect abode for those who worshipped the darkness rather than the light. Or some nerdy shit like that.

The point is, I don't want to be in this fucking forest longer than I have to, and the trees agree with me. I kept an eye trained on what's in front of me and on the ground, shifting back and forth as I maneuvered around the roots and clumps of mud and rock. It didn't help all that much, as every second step of slip a little which forced me to hang onto the rotten trees. Eventually, through trials and tribulations, I found a relatively stable pathway, one that seemed to be used quite a lot, though whoever was retarded enough to willingly enter this forest were surely no longer in the living world.

The path was surprisingly dry, considering the fact that everywhere else was muddy and wet. It sprung a few questions in my mind, but I pushed them back, no point asking when no one was around. Pointing my flashlight to the ground, I found multiple hoof prints both new and old leading both left and right. A carriage route perhaps? Do people still use those though? Regardless, I chose to go right, scanning left and right with my flashlight as the dirt crunched beneath my feet. The occasional branch that dotted the path gave way to my weight, snapping like a bone.

I smiled as I smashed another one, the chips bouncing off of my leg as the two ends tumbled away from each other. I kept on smashing every branch i saw, laughing as a particular memory that I oh so love came to mind. I didn't have long to reminisce about the past, as a droplet of rain splattered onto my forehead and startled me. It wouldn't be long until a downpour would begin. I sped up, easing into a jog as I searched for a cave or some sort of alcove I could hide in until the downpour passed over, if I was lucky I could find shelter before I got caught.

Eventually I stumbled into a large, circular clearing with a small stream cutting through it diagonally, as it was cast in shadow from the massive cliff face that loomed above me. The mouth of a cave was carved into the bottom, leading to god knows where, but it was surely better than out in the open. I quickly made my way over to the cave, jumping over the stream and strolling forward. Just as I entered the cave, the rain fell heavily, battering against stone and wood alike. I let out a sigh and made my way deeper into the cave shuffling forward between the slim opening, gagging in disgust as my body slid against the moist cave walls. A wave of hot air brushed over me, getting rid of the chills but brought a sickening, stench with it.

“Ugh, did something die in here. Fuck me that smell is horrid.” I held a hand to my nose in an attempt to block the smell out as I made my way further. It might smell like shit, but it's hella better than staying out in the rain. Another wave passed over me, this time it's much hotter than before, practically a blistering heat. I would have stopped there, but there was barely any room to breath as it was, being squished by the surrounding walls. Up ahead, I noticed an orange glow illuminating the slimy walls as the air grew stuffy and thick. I caught a glimpse of a large cavern as I got closer to the end of the tunnel, slipping out with a grunt and falling to my knees. The dome shaped cavern had a massive hole in the center of it that led deeper down on a steady decline to a lower level that I couldn't quite see, though I caught a glimpse of a lava pool. I was kneeling of a disk like path that overhung the hole and led all around the caver. Other than some pebbles that were scattered here and there, there wasn't much to note, no stalagmites or stalactites or anything.

As I edged closer to the lip of the hole, I saw what looked like a bunch of rotting animal corpses all piled up next to the pool of lava. Like an elephant sized pile of body's, ugh. And don't get me started on the smell, it seemed to have tripled in stench, it took all my fucking strength not to blow chunks. Just as I thought that it couldn't get any worse, the rocky pathway gave way beneath me, knocking the wind from my lungs as I hit my back against the sloping rock, scratching my back to bits as I frantically searched for something to grab onto, fucking up my hands as bits of my flesh was ripped from them. I screamed as I felt one of my fingers get ripped from its socket, blood coated flesh sticking to my face as blood gushed from my knuckle. But i didn't stop searching for something to stop my fall. A bump in the wall flung me into the other side, and electrical shock running through me as I felt some of my ribs snap.

I hit the ground with a thud, blood dribbling from my mouth as I struggled to breath as my phone, that I have forgotten about, smacked the back of my head and shattered against the stone floor. I laid there in pain as I held the knuckle where my middle finger should have been in a vague attempt to stop the bleeding. I stared bleary-eyed at a lava pool, basking momentarily in the heat from the molten rock.

“Well,” I struggled to say as I felt something sharp poking at my lungs. I knew that if I made one wrong move I'd puncture my lung and fuck myself over for good, “this….fucking sucks.”

“Well well, who's this little bird that has fallen into my cage?” A voice spoke behind me as I felt something huge shuffle around, a loud throaty growl escaped from it as it took a few steps towards me, it's feet thumping against the ground like thunder. “My, oh my. Aren't you a vile, disgusting being. The Coal Tars are just swarming around you, little bird. Get up, little bird, I want to have a good look at you…”

With my heart hammering in my head, I slowly rose from the ground. The mere presence of this...thing…convinced me that I shouldn't piss it off, regardless of my current condition. I hugged myself gently, as if doing so could help ease the pain in my chest as I shuffled around to face it. And by God was it huge. It looked down on me as if I was an insect, licking it's sharp yellow teeth, flicking chunks of gunk and mold from in between its teeth. It had a large angular head that rounded off into a large snout. It's dead, cloudy eyes stared directly at me, despite having no pupils to see with. It's large body had chunks missing from it, black, old blood oozed out like syrup as thick, toxic looking mushrooms grew from under its scales.

It look like a dragon.

It was a dragon.

I'm not in my own world, am I?

“My my, you are utterly rotten, aren't you, straight down to the core!” It let out a laugh that shook the cavern, it's tail spewing clumps of rock as it slammed down. “A perfect vessel for my power. Say, do you want that power, little human? To do anything and everything you could ever want to do? To hurt, destroy and corrupt? Hmhm, yessss, that look in your eyes tells me everything.”

Its mouth twisted into some remnant of a smile, black spittle and chunks of rotten teeth dripping onto the floor. The smell made me retch whatever I had left in my stomach, a pool of bile mixing with the spittle.

“What are you talking about?” I said, wiping away whatever was left of the bile on my face. The dragon erupted in laughter, slamming his claw into the ground. I fell down as the ground broke and splintered which sent waves of pain like electricity throughout my body.

“Don't bother hiding it from me, little bird! I can see the wretched blackness in your eyes and heart. You've truly done some unspeakable things, haven't you? You are way beyond the light of God, you're only salvation is with the damned.”

“Jesus, can you be anymore edgy, motherfucker?” The words slipped from my lips before I could stop myself. This is it, this how I die. The dragon erupted in laughter once more, however, he didn't slam the ground this time.

“Ehhahahah, so the bird has talons, eh? You have some serious balls to talk like that. You are indeed you are the one I need.”

“Wait, the one you need? What do you mean by that.” I paused to cough up blood, not bothering to wipe it away as it trickled down my chin. “What the fuck are you anyway?”

“I am one of the Eight Demon Kings, the king of rot! Astaroth! And yours, little bird?”

“Ashley, lord Astaroth.”

“So, how about it, Ashley? I'll heal those wounds of yours and give you unimaginable power, in return, you'll be my avatar, a vessel so that you and I may wreak havoc on the world!”

“Well, I don't exactly have much of a choice, do I? Yeah. Yeah I'll accept Your promise, What'll you have me do?”

“I want you to find my half sister, Ashley. She's a half breed, but she inherits father's potent flame, and as such, my mistress. Once you get her, we'll need her blood to open the Gehenna gate, and pull her to the underworld where she'll truly awaken as a demon.”

“Easy enough, I suppose. Well, what are we waiting for? Turn me into your vessel, or whatever.”

“My, my. You're way too eager aren't you?” Astaroth smirked as he carved a bowl out of a large rock, before slitting his wrists, pouring his foul blood into it.

“Well, as I said, I don't have much of a choice, do I? Better to accept what's going on than try to avoid or divert it.” He placed the bowl in front of me, tapping on the side of the dish.

“Hahahaha, fair enough. Now drink up little bird, and we'll become one.”

I peered into the bowl, watching the blood ripple as I brought it close, my face reflecting off of the dark liquid. I closed my eyes and let out a breath, before drinking the blood down.

(Pov: Silver)

I sat on the living room floor in total darkness with my legs under me, my head resting against the plush couch seats. Kuro was curled in between my thighs, using them as a pillow as I softly scratched his ears. I glanced at the clock on the wall and wince at the time.

...

2:00 AM

…

It's been six hours since Fluttershy left for the library to have a ‘sleepover’. The others invited me, but I...just couldn't. Not at the moment, not with so much on my mind. I could see that Fluttershy was worried and hesitant, she didn't want to leave me here though I quickly ushered her away with a smile.

So here I am, leaning against the couch in a near pitch black living room with Kuro sleeping next to me as I hugged my knees for what had to be the fiftieth time, a plume of my fire burning Infront of me no bigger than my palm. The soft blue light bathed the room, gently flickering every now and then with a crackle or pop shortly after, releasing embers into the room before they vanished.

“I hate this.” I glared tiredly at the fire, making it sputter before returning to normal with a slow blink. “I'm stronger than before, I can fight and kill and do so much more than I could before, so why does this still affect me?”

“Why, I wonder?” I had my gun drawn immediately, shooting up and locking onto the nothingness behind me. Did I imagine that?

“Kuro, are you awake?” Nothing but snores and a wag of his tail. “Wha?”

“God look at the bitch, so pathetic.” I spun and fired at the voice, a rain of splinters was all that greeted me. That sounded like…. Ashley?

“W-what's going on!? Kuro wake up!” He didn't even make a sound, he wasn't even breathing. “K-kuro? Hey, this isn't funny! Wake up damnit!”

“Hahaha! And there it is, that scared tremble in you voice, the fear in your eyes, it's damn near orgasmic! Hehehahaha.”

“Die bitch! You're not worth the air you're breath! You're a nothing, a nobody. A weak little cunt who's just a play thing to others!”

“Hahahaha hahahaha!”

“Die,die,die,die,die,Die,Die,Die,Die,Die, DIE,DIE,DIE,DIE,DIE,DIE,DIE!!” I found my own voice joining the chorus of voices, my flames burst out of control as I slammed my fists into the walls, punching my fist through it, I tore at the wallpaper, kicked the tables over and smashed the glasses and vases, setting things on fire and screaming to the heavens, kuro danced around my feet trying to calm me down but I didn't listen, I didn't want to listen. I just wanted to break everything, I snarled and snapped, kicking furniture out of the windows and smashing the floor with my feet.

“Silver, what's wrong! What's gotten into you!” I could hear him shout in my head, but I couldn't tell if it was real or not, but I hated it, I despised it. Without thinking, I punted the little fuck with my foot, smiling as he let out a yelp as he hit the wall.

His yelp snapped me out of the berserk rage I was in, horrific shock overtaking it as I held a hand to my mouth. What have I done? What have I done?! Was that all a dream?! Is this real?! What's going on!?

“Kuro, i...I’m sorry, I'm so-” I went out to reach for him, but he flinched scrambling to get away from me. “I'm, I'm sorry...i-i-i….” I backed away, scanning the carnage that I inflicted onto my home. No. Onto Fluttershy's home, it was never my home. She just let me say with her. “....I'll be a good girl, I swear....” I whispered as I backed further away, tripping on the hilt on my blade, landing on my ass next to the fucking thing.

“You're just a filthy demon.”

I grabbed it and ran.

…...I ran……

Just like I always do.

Deep, deep into the forest, leaving the burning house, my blade with me as I wailed loudly into the night.