I guess I don't have much of a choice, I can't just not tell anypony.

     After briefly glancing at your wound, you notice it's a bit...itchy...maybe it's infected or something?

     Whatever.

     The sooner you get it checked out the better. You don't wanna be some freaky- GAH!

     Stomach cramps tighten up your torso and force you to the ground, wincing in pain. Your wound burns like acid on your skin, and all you can do is scream loudly...and now it's gone.

     All the pain...everything. Except for the itchiness. That's still there.

     You get up, looking around quickly to see if anypony was watching. Oh, good, nopony was there. What a relief, if that happened you'd have to explain and-

     "You okay, Mister?" a young, orange filly that you hadn't noticed before asks.

     Oh dear, this could get complicated.

     You look down. It's one of those cutie mark canopies or whatever.

     "Uh, yeah, I'm fine" you start to awkwardly back away.

     She stares at your wound with wide eyes, "Woah...what did THAT?"

     Grinning an guilty smile, you pat her on the head softly and start to trot away nonchalantly, "Oh it's just a scratch. My, uh...dog! Yeah, my dog and I were playfighting and she got a bit excited, yup!"

     She raises an eyebrow and follows you with great curiosity, "Your dog did that? How gullible do you think I am?"

     Kind of actually, yeah...

     You continue on, ignoring the small filly. She'll get bored sooner or later.

     Or she'll keep following you to the hospital.

     "Did you get attacked in the Everfree forest? What bit you? A puma? A wild dog? A timberwolf?" she gasps, each guess hitting uncomfortably closer to the mark.

     You turn around with a nervous smile, "Oh you silly filly, you should probably get to bed, it's probably past your...what are you staring at?"

     "Uh...look at your wound, Mister" she stares unblinkingly.

     You look down at your leg and gasp. The wound has puffed into a thick black mass resembling a tumor, and several veins are popping out, near the edges of it, pulsing visibly. You hadn't noticed how itchy it got...oh sweet Celestia, why is it this itchy? What's wrong with you!?

     After a few moments of silence and your internal terror, the filly speaks up, "Uh...is that why you're going to the hospital?"

     Broken from your trance, you look back to her and ask in exasperation, "What? How did you know I was going to the hospital!?"

     She rolls her eyes and points behind you.

     You turn around and...ah. The hospital's right behind you. You start to walk toward it.

     "Go away, I'm busy" you...growl?

     Did you just growl? No, no you couldn't have.

     Your walk turns to jog...and your jog turns to a run.

     What's happening to you?

     Just before you reach the doors, you collapse again in silent agony. Did somepony just stab each of your muscles simultaneously!? Ah! What is this sharp pain!? What's going on!?

     Your mane starts to grow and your face starts to get hairy...oh sweet Celestia no...

     Scrambling to your hooves, you gallop to the reception desk inside.

     The nurse looks up at her paper work and raises an eyebrow, "What's wrong with y- OH SWEET CELESTIA!"

     She notices your wound and gawks.

     The last look on your face in your own, sane mind for the rest of the night is one of pleading. Wordlessly, you foam at the mouth and try to ask- neigh, to SCREAM for help! But nothing comes out. Your vision blurs at first, you fall unconscious for what seems like hours, but turns out to only be a few moments...and you look up.

     You can hear and smell and taste everything around you. All you can see is...red. Different shades of red, but just a bunch of red.

     Did somepony just come into the room? No, a BUNCH of ponies just came into the room. Gah, your vision is too confusing to follow, and...your instincts tell you to rely on your other two senses.

     Noticing for the first time that the nurse behind the reception counter has been screaming shrilly, you start to listen to the other ponies and their speech patterns. They're panicking.

     "Oh sweet Celestia, what is that...thing!?" the one in the front recoils in horror.

     Thing? THING? THING!?

     WHAT THE BUCK DO YOU MEAN 'THING'!? I'LL KILL YOU YOU BASTARD!

     Something inside of you snaps. You leap on the stallion angrily and...everything goes red. Not black, red. What's happening? Did you die? It doesn't feel like when you died before...oh, wait, you're waking up.

     "Agh..." you slowly climb to your trembling hooves.

     Your muscles ache in protest of the action and force you back to the ground. You sleep in for another few minutes.

     Once you finally feel fit enough to at the very least stand...you get up. Your muscles aren't aching, your vision isn't red, and you don't have a big black thing on your le- YOUR WOUND!

     Looking down quickly, you're relieved to find that your wound is just a small scar, now, barely noticeable unless inspected thoroughly.

     After a few moments of gathering yourself together, you take note of your surroundings.

     You're in a cave of some sort. The darkness around you makes it difficult to see a few feet in front of your face, but your eyes quickly adjust.

     A pack of timberwolves lay around you in a gruesome display. Some of their heads are smashed in with their bodies laying lifeless on the ground, while others lay in a puddle of their own sap blood with permanent looks of agony etched on their faces. You grimace and quickly look away at the sight of a mother curled up dead around her horribly mangled pups.

     Well, that would explain why you're covered in tree sap. But what's this mud? Oh, wait, that's blood.

     You quickly trot toward the cave exit and- Woah, woah, woah, wait, what does that line above this one say? Blood? You're covered in blood!? But that means...

     A cold shiver runs down your spine when you notice the torn up corpse of a pony in a formerly white coat, now stained with blood.

     You strain yourself to remember what happened last night...

Last night...

     As you leap upon the the stallion, streaks of crimson fly everywhere. You can't see them because they blend in with your red vision, but you can taste them. Oh Celestia you can taste them.

+20sin, 20sin total...

     Cries of fear slice through the air like a razor, only amplifying after you leap upon another of the dead pony's colleagues.

+20sin, 40sin total...

     Somepony pulls a fire alarm in the panic of the moment. Its shriek splits your now sensitive eardrums and stuns you for a few seconds. Crying out in pain, you stumble out of the hospital and away from the terrible noise.

     Your instincts flare as you search for a new meal, just when you spot the city. A bloodlust overcomes you and you ready yourself for a town full of food, when all of a sudden you feel something small and hard strike your back.

     Turning around, you notice an old, white-coated doctor with nearly all of his mane grey from a lifetime of medical practice with a rock in his hoof.

     "Hey! You dumb tub of lard, come and get me!" he screams as he pelts you with another rock.

     Rage consumes you, and you leap after him. He yipes and quickly runs toward the infamous Everfree forest opposite the town.

     He's fast for an old one...but not fast enough.

     After a while of running through the forest, he starts to show signs of fatigue. You ruthlessly smash through the foliage in your way toward the target.

     In desperation and exhaustion, he leaps into a nearby cave.

     He'll be trapped in there.

     All alone.

     And all yours.

     All yours.

     You start to run after him, when suddenly you stop...what are you doing? You're chasing down an innocent stallion who hasn't done anything wrong in his life. What the buck is wrong with you!?

     The red fades from your eyes, and the hatred from your soul.

     Before you can get away from him before you harm him more, however, you hear a scream from inside the cave.

     Dashing in, you find him being brutally torn up by timberwolves.

     Time slows down as he stares at you. Away from home, tired, in pain, never going to see his loved ones ever again...his sad eyes stab you in the heart.

     You close your eyes and bow your head in respect for the doctor who sacrificed himself to save the town.

     A low growl causes your eyes to peel open.

    Several timberwolves stand defiantly in front of you, growling. In the background, two younger timberwolves aggressively play tug-of-war with his corpse.

     The red returns to your vision, and you slowly rise up as to intimidate the wolves. They back up, taking in your massive size.

     Before they have a time to attack, however, you let out a loud, angry roar.

     Pouncing on each timberwolf, you take them all on one by one. They desperately bite and claw at you, but to no avail. Their wooden teeth merely splinter and fail to penetrate your rough hide. Some lay on their backs and expose their bellies to you as to show submission and surrender. They turn out to be the easiest to kill, because they don't run away when you approach.

     Red blinds you once more and...

Currently...

     You open your eyes. After staring at the corpse of the doctor for a while...you look toward the cave entrance.

     It appears to be morning.

     The more you think about last night...the more it tugs at your heartstrings.

     You should go help them, you know...help them at the hospital. It's the right thing to do...

     That last thought lingers...and sinks in.

     It's the right thing to do...

Choice:

1. I'll go back to the hospital...somepony has to know what happened. -10sin Click Coming soon

2. Well...I can't go back. I'll be executed for sure. Click Coming soon