I own nothing besides my Ocs, MLP FiM is owned by Hasbro, I do not own any pictures here or in other places, I leave credit to the owners of such pictures. This story is dark for a reason, there will be romance down the road but not for a while, if you cannot comprehend violence do not read. This this will have comedy later on but like romance, not for a while, I have to set the stage after all :D, This will perhaps have clop later on you will be told of this via warning before such happens. I am a first time writer (be easy on me), all constructive criticism is welcome. If this turns out to be popular I will continue this series. If you see any major grammar or spelling mistakes please alert me, I will attempt to correct such mistake.

Sound of Madness

I have been here in this pointless abyss for an untold amount of time, I don't know if it has ben mere seconds or uncounted years, I can no longer even know the difference in this place, as if I had ever known. All I know is that my sanity is stretched to its limit. I hear the voice, he tells me to unleash my power unto others. I no longer know what is right or wrong my only hope is to get out of here, anywhere would be better than this hellish place. He shows me pictures, images, telling me all that will be given if I listen. But I don't... Why? I no longer know only that he does not have good intentions towards me. There is nothing to do besides hear him. Even if he did go would it be better than this? To be stuck here alone,allowing what little of my sanity to leave me. Even the voice brings company.

I wish I knew what this place was doing to me, not just mentally, but physically. I look upon my body and see strange things. Parts of my body appears different from the rest. On the back of my left hand is a single drop of blood that appears to signify something greater than it seems. On the palm of my left hand is a tiny hole, that seems different from the rest of the wounds of my body, as if it will never get better. Even more surprising my right hand appears to be another beings hand, longer fingers,blood red, almost as if the hand of a demon. I can't help but think the voice has something to do with this. My left leg, or what I presume to be a leg, has missing skin almost as if it has been dissolved, or destroyed. Allowing me to see the muscles and veins under it. Something tells me this is not how it should be, but I am unsure on what that is. Perhaps the part of my brain the has some remembrance? My chest does not seem to be in better condition. I can see my rib cage, protecting what little of my body has yet to be destroyed. I do not dare touch my face, unsure how horrified I would be, upon realization that nothing of me is unscarred.

Is there no escape? By this point I no longer remember anything from my past life, or if life even exists. For all I know this could be all there is. But if that was true then how can there be others to unleash my power upon? Nothing makes sense anymore... As if it ever did.

I can go no longer, either I give into this things demands or I find a way to escape. I can take it no longer, to see nothing but darkness, to hear the voice, to see images that are not my own in my mind. I have had enough. I REFUSE to roll over to this creäture. I would rather it kill me now then suffer another second of this. But there is no escape is there? So what can I do? My only hope is some divine intervention that will never come. All that is left is to embrace the madness... And hope for the best.

The voice, seemingly sensing how I feel, brought an image in my mind of a creäture he called "human", according to him I am one of these beings. He calls them pathetic, saying I am one of the few exceptions. He even shows me another image, this one supposable me. I saw a fairly good looking man, brown hair down past his ears, with a smile on his face. Two blue eyes that appear as if they could peer into your very soul, see your faults, and accept you for them, but at the same time able to make you feel confidence in yourself. He had no scars or unruly marks. I was confused on how such a thing could be me, as I was covered in scars, and there is no way my face is that way with the pain I'm feeling. The voice laughs evilly, as that image disappears, another appears. An image of how I seem to be now.I was not surprised at how my body looked as I had gotten used to the disgusting mess, but what did surprise me was my face... It seems I was no longer the fairly good looking young man, no now my face as pale, as if all the life had ben sucked ou t of it. But most disturbing were my eyes... One looked completely normal, kindly, but the other...was Dark as the abyss surrounding me with a pinprick of red in the center.

The voice laughed at my displeasure, for it takes great joy in the misery of other being... I could never obey such a monster. The voice believing I have had enough sunk back into the seclusion of my mind. At this point I broke... What have I done to suffer such a fate? Did I do such horrible things in a past life? Or is this punishment for simply existing? My mind tumbles around with the idea, unsure of what to think. Before I can think much more on it I see a dim light in the distance, or what I perceive as light, for how can I call it such if I have never seen such a thing before? I move towards the light, not knowing how I am doing such. But does it truly matter when there is a chance of freedom? Before long I reach the light, it slowly begins to envelop me. This is better then the voice, I no longer care what this light will do, be it better or worse, a bad chance is better than no chance at all. Luckily it is for the better, as I can feel me leaving this wretched place, for anywhere but here is better.