[NOTE: This chapter is told from the killer’s point of view, in 1st person. If the killer’s name is brought up, it will be replaced with “K” for Killer. Also, K is known by the other ponies as a friend.]

[AND: I do not own Saw or the traps from Saw, I simply thought the trap was a brilliant idea and decided to have the character use it. Please don’t be angry, at least I’m not saying it was all my idea!]

Killing ponies? No, it’s not a hobby. It’s just something that… must be done. I have my reasons. I will keep my favorite pony to myself, of course. But the rest simply have to be taken care of. I'm alone in this operation, except for a few... helpers of mine. Ditzy does the most work.

I know what you’re thinking. Ditzy Doo? She’s retarded, are you kidding? Well, quite the contrary. My good friend Ditzy is very clever. Her lazy eye has cursed her with a life of being judged. But, that eye comes in handy when on guard duty. Ditzy Doo is smart enough to not mess with a killer like me, and I promised her I would reward her fondly if I got through this. If? What am I talking about, of course I'll get through this. there's nothing stopping me.

I was thinking the other day, however, that killing the ponies in such a… poetic way was such a smart thing. I might as well add some more passion to my poetry. So, I decided to kill Pinkie and Dash together. Everypony knows that those two have a thing going on. I mean, duh. So, I thought, since they are so cute together, why not have them die together? Gosh, I am brilliant.

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“Hey, Pinkie pie.” I said, poking my head into Pinkie’s little cottage. “I brought you something!” I waved a basket in front of my face.

Pinkie’s head poked from around a coner, frizzy hair bouncing. “A present? Yay! I love presents!” she raced towards me excitedly. “Whatisit whatisit?”

I smiled. “I’ve got some sweets, for the sweetest pony in ponyville.”

Pinkie blushed deeply. “Oh, K. Stop it! That’s just silly. Everypony is the best pony in ponyville!” She sniffed the basket. “What kinda sweets? Huh huh?” She didn’t wait for an answer. She snatched the bag right out of my hand and ripped the little cloth off of it. “CUPCAKES! YAY!” She squealed. “Can I eat them now? Pretty please?”

“Of course!” I said, coming through the door. “I wouldn’t keep you from eating your favorite food, that’s just cruel.”

Pinkie gobbled the cupcakes. When she was done, she blinked slowly. “Those… those were… good… sleepy…” I watched triumphantly as Pinkie fell to the floor. Chuckling, I poked my head out of the door. I saw Ditzy in the clouds, circling, caught her eye and nodded. She flew down, and I set the mail bag onto her back, with the sleeping Pinkie inside. She flew off to Applejack’s old apple farm, just as planned.

I walked out, and scanned the town. No ponies looked suspicious of anything. Nervous, yes. Terrified, yes. But no suspicion. Then I saw Rainbow Dash and Twilight Sparkle standing together, conversing. I felt a pain of sympathy for a moment. Rainbow Dash had such potential with her life. She could become one of the Wonderbolts if she tried hard enough. She was already a bit wealthy, judging from her huge cloud home. Such a shame she had to die soon young.

I approached the two ponies, smiling. “Hello ladies, how are you this fine afternoon?” I asked politely.

“Oh, hey K. We’re... not so good.” Said Twilight, frowning.

Dash nodded. "We both miss AJ and Fluttershy so much..." I notice her eyes glint with wetness. I'd never seen her cry before. "B-but they'd want us to be happy, right?"

“Well, of course. There's nothing you can do but be happy for the wonderful lives they lived." I flashed a sad smile. "I’d hate to put you in a worse mood but, I seemed to have lost Pinkie Pie.” I frowned at the two. “Could you help me find her?”

Dash nodded. “Of course, of course. Oh no… I hope to Celestia she’s alright.” Fear was already making her shake slightly.

I nodded. “Come with me Rainbow, dear, and Twilight, could you look in that direction? I’ve already checked her house.” Twilight nodded and immediately trotted off in the opposite direction. “Come, Dash.” I said, walking towards the direction Ditzy went.

We walked for a while, calling out Pinkie’s name. Finally, Rainbow Dash realized the direction we were going. “H-hey.. Why are we going to Applejack’s place? No pony lives there anymore, not after Big Mac moved to that barn on the other side of Ponyville."

I glanced at Dash from the corner of my eye. “Oh, why not try. I mean, knowing Pinkie, she could be planning a party there. You never know what she could be up to…”

Rainbow Dash nodded slightly, as if this satisfied her question. Soon enough, we reached the barn doors. I turned to Dash and said, “Close your eyes. You never know what could be in there.” Dash looked horrified and confused, but followed instructions. I quickly took a ball gag that I had kept in my bag and shoved into her mouth. I had put covered the gag in a gooey, disgusting tasting substance that would keep Dash from trying to push it out with her tongue. Dash’s eyes opened wide and she started screaming against the gag.

“Shut up already.” I mumbled, walking over to her flank. “I’m sorry, Dashie, really. Hah, just kidding.” I laughed, and grabbed hold of her wings and pulled them back hard, and twisting them in a direction that they shouldn’t go. I heard a definite snap, and Dash moaned out in pain. I shoved her through the big barn doors.

In the room there wasn’t much. The barn was pretty small, about the size of a two bedroom apartment. There was a cage, which held a slumbering pink lump, a gurney, a table piled with medical instruments, and eight large chains hanging from the wall, used for tying up ponies. Dash squirmed and tried to run away.

“Stop it! You’ll only make it worse!” I reached out and smacked her. She calmed down a bit, but still shook violently. I guided her to the wall where the chains were, and locked her up. She hung from the wall, head low, tears streaming heavily from her eyes.

“You little baby.” I mocked, staring angrily at her. “You’ve just got here, and you cry before the party’s even begun? Again; baby.” Dash stared at me, a begging look in her eyes. She tried to make words, but the gag only allowed her to make muted, guttural screams. I laughed in her face. "So pathetic."

I turned from Dash, facing the cage. “Pinkie, oh Pinkie!” I called, walking near it. “Time to wake up, Pinkie.” I took the needle I was holding and jabbed it into her. The drug I had put into her system was Methamphetamine. Soon, Pinkie would be awake and alert, if not a little silly. I opened the cage and dragged her out, strapping her tightly to the gurney. I left her head unstrapped, just for fun. As Pinkie blinked her eyes open, I smiled evily at her. "How ya feeling, Pinkie?"

"Uhh..." she started, her eyes glazed. I watched at the drug kicked in, her eyes growing increasingly more wide and bright. Her pupils got large and almost filled up her entire eyes. "H-hey, where am I?" she asked, her eyes darting around. She swivled her head back and forth, terrified. Her face flushed red and I heard her jaw clench down and a squeaky noise was heard as she ground her teeth together. So the Meth did work. Good.

"You're at a party, Pinkie." I said, patting her arm reassuringly. "Just calm down and enjoy it!"

She jumped at my touch, and wriggled around in the straps, tryign to break free. "T-this isn't a party! what's g-going on?" Her eyes darted around her, never really stopping on one area. She twitched violently as she talked. "Is... is there other ponies here? H-hey! Somepony help me!" she yelled.

I pushed her head roughly down. "Shut up." I growled, nearing her face. She shrunk away from me, her pupils quivered, but they continued to fill her eyes.

"K? Is that you? K, why do you look like a giraffe? That's not r-right..."

I laughed, going along with her hallucination. "This is a theme party, Pinkie!" I told her, a large grin on my face. "It's a murder theme party. In celebration of AJ and Fluttershy!"

Pinkie blinked. "Why would we celebrate them? They're...GAH! Bugs, there's bugs on me!" Pinkie screamed and squirmed, panic in her eyes. "G-get them off of me!"

I watched her become covered with invisible bugs. She looked at me, fear and confusion filling her large eyes. "H-help me!" she whined.

I didn't say a word, just pulled out the meth-filled needle. She stared at it. I watched as it sunk in. She shook her head back and forth. "W-what have you done to me?" she yelled, tears flowing down her face. "What are you going to d-do to me?"

I silently walked closer to her and injected the rest of the drug into her neck. There was more than enough Meth in there to cause her to overdose.

“No, no, please K no!” she whimpered, voice wavering with fear. Her eyes darted around more, beads of sweat dotted her forehead. I imagined that if I could see what she saw right now, it'd be terrifying. She probably saw the shadows ripple and move, demons crawling out of the walls towards her. Poor girl. At least it was fun for me to watch.

Her breath became rapid and short, a tell tale sign of reaching an overdose. Her pupils completely covered all but a thin line of color from her eyes. Her huge, black eyes rolled around as her body convulsed violently. The smell of urin filled the barn and Pinkie emptied her bladder, the wetness covering her inner thighs. She screamed, "I can't feel--" Pinkie cut off herself as vomit rocketed from her throat, covering her face and body.

I noticed her grind her teeth and squeeze her eyes shut, obviously in pain. "What hurts?" I asked her, curious.

"Head." she barked at me.

I nodded. Vomit, numbness, headache. She was having a stroke, thanks to the methamphetamine overdose. I watched as her eyes rolled back into her head, and her body convulsed once. She wasn't dead, but she did pass out. Her body twitched slightly as I brought two needles to her forearm. I took the larger one and quickly injected 50 milligrams of methadone into the largest vein. With the smaller one, I filled her vein with 3 milligrams of benzodiazepines. When Pinkie woke up, her heart rate will have slowed down enough for me to cut her open and not have her die instantly of blood loss. She'll be barely awake, but will be able to feel it when I cut her open.

As I waited for Pinkie to awake, I turned to Dash. The pegasus had been watching in horror for most of the time, I heard her moaning through the gag and her chains rattle as she tried to break free. At some point she had passed out, however. I pulled out my last two needles. One filled with adrenalin, the other with ecstasy. I laughed to myself. Rainbow will be very amusing once I inject with these. Sticking both needles into each of Dash's arms, I watched as the drug kicked in. Her chest almost instantly began fluttering as her heart rate rose and rose. Her eyes soon blinked open, her pupils dilated. She swung her head back and forth, her chains rattling. I pulled the gag from her mouth.

"Good morning, sleepy head." I grinned at the mare. "Have a nice sleep?"

She blinked at me, a big grin on her face. "Hahh, where am I? Am I at a party? Oooh," she rubbed her face against the wall behind her. "This feels so nice..."

I held back a giggle. "Eeyup, you're at a party alright."

She tried to move her arms, but soon realized that she was chained to the wall. "Hey... why am I... wait." she looked at me, her grin becoming wider. "Ooh, K, you kinky thing!" she slurred her words.

I frowned. I thought I put in adrenalin. Why wasn't she getting jittery? I might have put in too much ecstasy. I went along with it though. "Oh yeah, boy do I have plans for you." I told her, inching closer.

"Heh heh, yeah..." she trailed off, staring at the ceiling. "have you ever noticed how wonderful life is?" she breathed, her eyes crossing slightly. "Ya gotta live it up while ya can, amiright?" she glanced at me, then back to the ceiling.

I narrowed my eyes. Did... she know? "Yeah," I said. "It's so short, though." I saw Pinkie's head role over to the other cheek, meaning she'd be waking up soon. I brought a large, metal contraption from my bad over to Dash, to stared at it, wonder in her eyes.

"Listen, Dash. I really like you. But this is business. Be grateful you'll be able to hear your friend's voices one last time, unlike Pinkie here." I set the contraption onto her head. She didn't move around much, she was probably too high to understand.

I had always liked horror movies. Not so much paranormal, but gore I loved. One of my favorites is Saw. There was one tool that Mr. Jigsaw had used that I found quite interesting. It was called the reverse bear trap. My favorite thing about it was that it went off on command. And, it killed the person swiftly, so there wasn’t much loud and annoying screaming. It pulled back the jaws of the victim with such a force that her jaw broke and their neck cracked, killing them instantly.

Not too long ago, I recreated the reverse bear trap. It went off when I hit a certain button, and good for me the range was quite far. The trap wasn’t perfect, but I know for certain that it will kill a pony.

Dash moved her head back and forth. "Hey, what is this?" she asked.

Pinkie mumbled. I had to hurry. I'm loosing daylight. "Just shut up." I barked at her. "Say another word and I'll cut your tongue out."

Her eyes widened. The reality of the situation broke through the dense fog of the ecstasy. The adrenalin kicked in just then, and she screamed and tugged at the chains. "Hellh!" she tried to yell, but the trap on her head kept her from saying words correctly. I turned to her, eyes blazing with fury.

"What did I just say?" I growled. I moved to the tray of medical equipment, pulling out a small, rusty scalpel. I help it up as I neared her. "You'll hear your friend's voices before you die, be happy of that. But that's all I'll give you. You don't deserve to say goodbye to them, you filthy mule." I shoved the scalpel through the opening int he trap, and began to saw at her tongue. With one hand I held the tongue out and with the other I worked hard to get the blunt blade to cut through the muscle. Dash screamed loudly at the pain, the adrenalin coursing through muscles her aloud her to be able to push me away. I frowned and dove back in, sawing until there was a thread of muscle left. I tore the last bit off, holding up a raggedly cut tongue. Blood poured from Rainbow Dash's mouth, staining the metal of the trap and covering the blue fur on her chest with red.

"Now, don't make any more noise." I growled in her face.

She nodded, whimpering. I could deal with whimpering. But not screaming.

I turned to Pinkie who was almost awake by now. From the tray of medical equipment, I rummaged through the many used needles. Finally, I found a large knife. I cu a slit in her arm to test it out. A drop of blood beaded at the cut, but there was not nearly as much blood as there would have been under normal circumstances. Pinkie's eyes blinked open as I slid the tip of the knife carefully into her chest. I cut a huge gash from there down to her crotch. Pinkie looked around, confused, as I stuck my hand into the gash. Pinkie made eye contact with me as I clutched her large intestine. She looked from me, to her stomach. She screamed loudly, causing Dash to jump, her chains rattling.

“Shut your mouth." I barked. She looked at me, eyes wide, but continued to scream. I sighed. I took my hand from the gash, which blood was slowly leaking out of, and picked up a small blue box. Out of the box I pulled black thread and a needle. "I really didn't want to have to do this, but I guess I must," I frowned at Pinkie. "I'm very disappointed in you." I quickly slid the thread through the needle eye, and brought the needle to her lips. I clamped her mouth down with one hand and began to sew them tightly closed with the other. She screamed as I did so, but the drugs also caused her to be delayed and slow so I could keep her still enough to so it.

I set the blue box back down after I had finished, and turned back to her. I held up my blood soaked hand and plunged it back into the gash, grabbing hold of her large intestine. I pulled it out slowly, savoring Pinkie's horrified face and muffled screams. I continued with the small one, not stoppinf to joke around. I had to hurry. She could survive an hour at most without her organs.

I continued with the bladder and spleen, the stomach and liver. Soon, the only thing left inside pinkie was a heart surrounded by veins and blood. I used my sewing kit to sew the cut up as quickly as I could.

I dragged her the wall and hooked her to the chains. She turned and looked at Dash, tears streaming down her face. Neither could say a word to each other; but that's just how I like it. They both made sobbing noises, the tears smeared the blood on Dash's chest, leaving long red trails that went down to her hooves.

I took a different knife from the table, a smaller, pointier one. I slashed at Pinkie's belly and legs, leaving long cuts in the fur. She twitched at each cut, but otherwise didn't respond. She was fading into death, and I knew it. I cut a long, deep gash into her side, in which blood poured the most heavily from. Thick red rivers snaked down Pinkie's body and pooled at the floor beneath her. Dash was sobbing even more loudly now. I turned to her.

I took the knife I had cut Pinkie's body with and began to cut out Dash's eyes. She screamed against the trap on her head, but I ignored her. I gouged them out, not wasting any time. When I had finished there were two blood filled sockets in her head, the blood tricking down her muzzle like tears. I set the eyes on the tray and turned to Pinkie and did the same. She may have already passed, or maybe she was unconscious. Either way, she didn't really respond. I brought her eyes to Dash and shoved them into her sockets. They fit quite nicely. I did the same with Dash's eyes to Pinkie.

I sighed and rubbed my hand on my face to rid of the sweat that beaded there, leaving a smear of blood and body fluids. I didn't care, though. I turned and picked up Pinkie's organs, stringing them out on the floor to dry. I sat down for a moment on the gurney for a break. Boy, could I go for a glass of water.

I stood up, ready for the last step. I took a very small surgical knife and brought it to Pinkie's neck. Sense she was propably already dead, I didn't worry about avoiding the two main arteries. I cut a medium size gash in her neck, putting two fingers inside to make it wider. I shoved my hand in deep until I felt her tongue, and pulled it as hard as I could through the hole. I dropped it and it flopped lifelessly on her chest, like a necktie. I figured that Pinkie should look her best for a party, right?

I took a few steps back, admiring my work. It went just as planned. I patted Dash on the head. "Your friend's will be here soon." I whispered to her. She turned her head to me. While she was blind and mute, I could still see terror and pain twisting her face. I smiled.

Leaving the barn, I wiped my face and hands off on a towel and put it into my bag, along with the remote that would kill Dash. I waved to Ditzy, who had been standing outside, keeping guard. We turned to the apple orchard, which was overgrown by now. We took a path home that no pony could find us or hear us on.

“Sounded like a lotta fun in there.” Ditzy stated. “Was it real bloody?”

I smiled. “A bit.” I chuckled.

“What are you gonna tell the other ponies?” Ditzy asked, tripping over a small rock. I would have laughed, but she was known to get angry when people laughed at her clumsiness.

“I figured I’d say me and Dash found Pinkie, and they wanted ‘alone’ time in the barn together. I’m sure some pony will want to check on them, seeing how no pony should want to have girly time in the barn of their dead friend.”

Ditzy nodded. “We’re here.” She waved her hoof at me goodbye and flew off toward her own home. I walked into the town square of Ponyville, scanning the small crowd of ponies there. I then saw Twilight standing with Rarity, and came up to them slowly. “Hello, Twilight. Rarity.” I nodded to them both. “I found Pinkie. Her and Dash were saying something about ‘alone’ time in Applejack’s barn, however.”

Twilight and Rarity exchanged worried looks. “We’ll go check on them,” the two mares said as they walked in the direction of Applejack’s old home. I watched them walk away for a while, and then followed from about 60 feet behind them.

I watched, smiling evilly, as they walked through the doors. They screamed out at an ear shattering level. I heard Dash begin to make muffled sounds filled with panic.

Her voice was cut off by a loud snap, and more screaming. I walked back towards my home, dropping the remote and stepping on it. Today was a good day, two birds with one stone.