I sat, waiting in the shadowed rafters of the room, ready to pounce on the guards at the front door. Why did I want to kill them, even though I already got past, you may ask? Because murder, dumbasses. I readied my claw and was about to drop down on the two, a grin on my face. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Scowling, I slunk back and waited, watching one of the guards open it.

The door creaked open, "Who is it?"

"Hail Mary!"

In an instant, several transparent figures appeared on the other side of the door, all of them holding Thompson automatic rifles. Bullets sprayed forth from the guns, peppering the wall, door and the two guards. When the smoke cleared and the figures disappeared, a man stood in the front hall, and his voice rang out, "Oh, you know, a real fucking mobster!"

He was clad in a white suit and bearing a grin that made me almost jealous. Almost. Angered, I jumped down and landed before him with a heavy thud, kicking up dust and smashing one of the bodies. Standing up, I stared into the bastard's icy blue eyes and shouted, "What the fuck man!? You took my God damned kills, asshole!"

He gave me this grin that made me wanna punch his dick in, "Work faster then."

"Fuck you, asshole! I don't even know you! I didn't expect anyone else to be here, so I wanted to take the first ones a bit slow for a change." I pulled at my hair and screamed, "Gah!"

He stuck his hand out for me to shake, "Dean Marcelo, now you know. And next time? Don't play with your food."

Looking between his hand and his smile a few times, I shrugged and shook it, "Sarah Akinson, and how in the eleven hells did you know I was gonna eat them?"

Dean, and this I find weird, just quirked a fucking eyebrow and said, "I was just kidding, actually. You were really gonna eat them?"

I nodded and looked sadly at my lost meal, "Yeah, I haven't eaten anyone since I was on Earth, and even that was bits and pieces." I kicked one of the corpse's hooves dejectedly, "Now I'll have to find someone else to snack on..."

Again the guy just raised an eyebrow, albeit a bit higher this time, "Not exactly what I was expecting, but I'm okay with this."

"Really now!?" Now I was quite surprised by this. "Well, at least someone isn't freaking the fuck out. I told Ardiente," I pointed to her when I saw his confusion, "and she's been locked up since. I'm curious though. Why aren't you the least bit disgusted by my admittance of being, not only a cannibal, but also a consumer of other sentient beings as well."

He chuckled, "Well, as you heard, I was a mafioso in my time, a damn good one too. But I had an "in between job", you could say, that had me working with people like that, and worse. I'm just not phased anymore."

Laughing a bit myself, I jokingly asked, "What, did you work with A.N.G.E.L. or something?" I realized what that would mean for me if it was true, and spoke seriously, "I honestly hope not. The two outcomes from that would be me going into the fetal position to cry, or me trying to gut you. I cant ell from the look in your eyes that number two wouldn't work too well for me..."

His face screwed up in thought for a few seconds before he replied with probably the best thing I could hear from him, "The fuck is Angel? I... Might have heard of it? I stole money from so many places, I can't recall every last one."

I breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh thank God. Anyway, A.N.G.E.L. was a genetics research company, shut down due to illegal and inhumane tests and drugs. They began working is secret, and I was one of their attempts to make a super soldier to combat specific enemies. I don't know what those enemies were though, something about wolves or bats? Long story short, they all went crazy and made me their torture/sex slave for seventeen years. Got these babies though," I Pulled down my mask to reveal my teeth, which he gave a low whistle at, "Really help to chew bone."

He nodded, "Well ain't that a bitch. Never thought I'd see a human made wendigo," He shuddered, which threw me for a loop, "Hate those things. Now that I think of it.... Yeah, I did steal money from them one time, sent some mercs or something after me. Disappointing even when I was normal."

My eyes widened a bit, "Did they wear all white, have no discernible features form one another, and all talk at the same time?" He nodded, "Holy shit you fought the Nobodies!? Those guys were failures at reaching my level of genetic enhancement, but dude... They were still monstrous compared to a human! Jesus man..." I was curious as to what a wendigo was, and wanted to ask, but he cut me off.

His eyes suddenly began to glow blue, and he asked in a dangerous tone, "Now, before we move on, why don't you tell me why you're here?"

Not really disturbed by his light show (the Blighthorns [don't fucking ask, cause I won't tell, fuckers give me nightmares] at A.N.G.E.L. were way scarier when doing that) I answered honestly, "Ardiente's family was killed by the Blancas, the gang who owns this place. Apparently they're the ruling mafia in this city, or whatever. I was bored, wanted to kill shit, and she needed help, so I offered to kill them for her."

He looked at the still shocked mare, then back to me, then fell to the ground in a fit of laughter, "HAHAHA, OH MY GOD YOU SAID THAT WITH A STRAIGHT FACE! PPFFFFFHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"The hell's so funny?"

After struggling to regain his breath, he stood up and said, "These fuckers actually being considered Mafia! They got no class, no style, and they die faster than a Gameboy! They make Mafiosos like myself look bad! Well.... IT'S RAPE TIME BITCHES!" He walked over to the door to the next room and kicked it down, carrying a sword and semi-yelling, "Hey guys, how's your health plan? Apparently it's GREAT!"

My eyes widen for a fraction of a second before I shout, "Oh no you fucking don't!" I charged in, claw at the ready and Feral hot on my heels. When I got in, he had killed around ten of the several dozen ponies, probably wanting to just have fun right now and not wipe them out quickly. Nice. "Time to kill some asshole ponies," I yelled with a grin.

I spotted a group of around five or six unicorns off to the side, loading crossbows. Wanting to test out my new move some more, I gave a series of really strong kicks, strong enough to shatter the floorboards. I dashed around and in between them, cutting them wildly and without real care for detail like before. When I landed, I said the words, "Tell Tale Heart" and heard the satisfying sound of meaty chunks smacking into the floor.

"Nice move, not a bad name either!" I heard Dean shout from the other side of the room. It was then followed by, "Infernal Rapture" A blue and black beam of energy shot out from the floor after he connected a kick, launching a few ponies into the air. Hmmm, I wonder...

I faced a pony in front of me and concentrated on my good arm, not bothering that I was being stabbed. Suddenly, I felt a rush of pure energy surge into my left hand, and I took it as the sign to attack. Dropping low, I uppercut the pony in the jaw, and a blackish red beam appeared along with my fist, hurling them into the air. I then followed by kicking off the ground to place myself above them, planting my feet against the ceiling. I kicked off from the ceiling, swinging my claw into their stomach and slicing them open, then pulling them to the ground with a mighty slam. We were shortly accompanied by a light sprinkle of blood, at which point I named the attack, "Rain on a Grave."

"Damn, nice. Just come up with that?" Dean said from my left.

"Yeah," I replied, dodging a sword then slicing the throat of it's user, "Seemed an appropriate title, to me."

"I guess." We fought in silence for a few minutes. And by fought i meant kill all of them that came at us, just at a slow pace. After, I dunno, ten minutes of merciless beating, the room was clear of living thins, aside from Ardiente and Feral. The room got a nice, new coat of red paint, free of charge. Heh. We stood in the middle of the room, blood surrounding us on all side.

I looked left, right, and forward, seeing different ways to go. A door to the left, a long hallway to the right, and a stairway going up right in front of us. I glanced at my fellow Wraith and asked, "I take left, you take right, then we head upstairs?" He nodded silently, his grin threatening to split his face, much like mine, "Great. Feral, you guard this room in case anyone upstairs runs down." The wolf barked in  agreement, and the two of us split ways to our sides.

"KNOCK KNOCK MOTHERFUCKERS!" I kicked the door down and beheld the sight before me. Let me tell you, I was fucking pissed. Before me was a group of stallions, about twenty, all pleasing themselves on mares of various age, each one tied down, beaten, or crying. Some all three. Here was my thought process for the next ten minutes: Killkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkill! Kiiiiiiillllllllllllllllllllllllllll..... I wouldn't remember the next move I came up with, or how I did it, for a while, but here's what happened.

My eyes were glowing a deep blood red, and I hissed out through gritted teeth. Then I don't rightly know what the hell happened to me. All I know is, I went completely and utterly calm, the one thing a psychopath should never be when in the room with you, else your fucked already. The stallions all seemed to realize this, as they began to back away, some even going as far as to use the mares as shields. Two of them tried to sneak out a back door, they never got the chance. I appeared behind them, my speed grossly outmatching theirs. I grabbed the one to my right and tore his spine out in one swift motion, letting his torn corpse hit the floor. The other one was gored with the spine before the first one touched ground.

Three stallions reached for weapons hidden under a table, useless. One sword was used in an attempt to cleave my arm off. Pathetic thing snapped in between my claws. I picked up the broken blade and shoved the pieces down it's wielder's throat, all the way to his stomach. I then kicked him in the abdomen for good measure, hearing a satisfying tearing sound as I did so. I got bored with the other two stabbing at me, so I simply gouged their eyes out and cut their throats.

Another ten went down in a spray of blood and gore as I used "Tell Tale Heart" on them, even stronger and faster than before. As I approached the remaining stallions, I chose to use raw strength on one, just to see how much damage I could do with a simple haymaker. The result? One stallion with his head spread over several areas, and another whose ribs were sticking out from his back, now hanging from the ceiling like a grotesquely beautiful chandelier via his friend's intestines. He was still dying at the time, by the way, the one with the removed intestines. Deserved to suffer.

I didn't bother with the mares as I went to work on the last stallion. I gave him a swift kick to the ribs that sent him into the main room, where Dean was waiting, seemingly bored. He perked up as the pony landed net to him, and he was about to bring his sword down, but I beat him to the punch. Or should I say pounce. That's what I did, was pounce on the fucker, then tear him apart i every way I could think of. His screams died out quickly, but I didn't stop until he was an unrecognizable pile of organs, muscle, bone, flesh, hair and fur. I then did something that made Ardiente vomit and pass out, and that Dean just raised an eyebrow at. I started shoveling fistfuls of bloody, mutilated meat into my mouth, relishing in the taste of sentient flesh. It does taste different from non-sentient meat, I assure you, but it's one of hose things you'd have to try to see.

Oh my God it was fucking amazing, even if he did taste slightly shitty. Around halfway through my meal, Dean asked, "Couldn't you have waited a bit, maybe let me have a swing at him."

"Mmf mf," I swallowed, "Shut up, I told you I hadn't eaten anything sentient in awhile. I get crazier than usual if I don't, and this guy and his friends pissed me off." I kept eating, then paused for second. Holding up a handful, I asked him, "One some?"

He held up a hand and shook his head, "No thanks, I prefer pork and beef, horse meat gives me gas."

I shrugged in response, "Suit yourself. I don't care where it comes from, as long as it's sentient." I took a few seconds to swallow more, "I'd love for another human to eat, as I never got to eat a full one before, but your the only human I know of that's here. We both know that wouldn't end well for me if I tried to eat you." He looked ready to say something, but I cut him off, "Say anything sexual and I'll masturbate with this guy's bones, right in front of you, covered in blood and eating the pony it came from. Then I'll use the resulting fluids as a seasoning."

Dean chuckled and held his hands up innocently, "Wouldn't dream of it," he said sarcastically. "I have a question though."

"Shoot."

"Since there all different colors, do they have different flavors?" Huh, that was a good question...

I thought it over, "Kinda... The last one I tasted was blue, and he did taste slightly of blueberries. This guy tastes like shit though, even though he's white... Depends, I guess."

"Weird." He put his hand to his chin in thought, then stated, "Alright, ya got me curious. Net mook we kill, I'm taking a bite."

"Alright," I grinned, "Tell me how they taste, too. I'd sample them myself, but eating someone harmed by another makes me feel sick for some reason. I tried it with one Feral killed, and I threw up. S'why I didn't eat the ones you killed at the door." I burped, "S'cuse me. Anyway, I commend you on the resolve to eat another sentient being, takes guts. In more ways than one." Giving a content sigh, I stood from the spot where the stallion had previously been, "Ready to go?"

"I dunno wether to be creeped out or excited, but yeah." He looked back to Ardiente, "What should we do about her?"

"Feral, stay here and guard the lightweight." I sighed heavily, "The worst you'll get is some chicken shits that might get away. If that's even possible with the two of us." I nodded to Dean and walked on, but stopped to ask one more question, "You're sure you're okay with eating a sentient life form?"

He shrugged, "They'll be dead, so it's hard to think of them as sentient beings anymore. Besides, these disgraces to the mob deserve to be chewed."

"Alright then. Personally I like them alive, at least I did with humans. I haven't been here long enough to do that o a pony. Ah, hold up," I used one of my recently sharpened fingernails on my left hand to pick at my teeth. Moments later, I spat out a blue/white glob of viscous fluid, "Dammit, the eyes always get caught in my fucking teeth. Anyway, I'd advise against telling friends you ate a pony, they might avoid you. Y'know, if you even care."

"Eh, they'd just piss and moan. About that human bit though, that'd depend on the situation. Other than that, what happens in Manehattan, stays in Manehattan."

I stared at him blankly, confused, "I don't recognize the saying, but I get the gist of it. And with humans it was a matter of boredom, hunger, and the fact that new recruits stood to close and didn't listen when told to protect every damn area of their body. I actually got my taste for blood when I tried to eat a guy's arm without my sharp teeth here, just got a mouthful of blood and some skin."

"Well," he said in an overly sarcastic manner, "Don't that just sound delicious?"

"Don't knock it till you try it."

He shook his head and sighed, "Let's move on. We're burning time we could be spending killing these assholes. Tell me Sarah, do you know what a Wraith is fully capable of?" I shook my head, honestly knowing very little about being a Wraith. "Well," he continued, "if my theory is correct, you'll get to see a restriction level."

I nodded, smiling, "Cool, though I don't know what that is. Elaborate?"

"Sure, it's when I take the biggest shit of my unlife!"

There was a silence, the only sound I heard was Ardiente whimpering in her sleep. Most likely from that horrible joke. I sighed and rubbed my eyes, "I don't know wether to smack you, or smack you. I'll just smack you." I smacked him on the back of the head, knocking his hat to the floor, while he just chuckled softly. "You're sense of humor is shit, but you're too God damn insane not to like. Fuck your likable violent demeanor. Fuck. it." I couldn't help but smile though, even though I tried to be aggravated.

He full on laughed this time, then gently place his hat back on his head. "Insanity puts thing into perspective, doesn't it? I can't help but be likable, it's in my nature. You're quite likable too, you know." He finished with a grin.

I smiled bemusedly, "That is something I never thought I'd hear. But, to the insane like ourselves, I would be rather likeable. Tell a not mad person what we've done and they'll probably hate us. They're loss I guess." I pulled my mask up, then placed my hat back on my head, s it had fallen off while I ate. "But like you said, let's get going."

"I agree with the first point, they'd absolutely despise us! I also agree on the second point." He activated his sword, "Now, let's go kill some shitty wannabes." His eyes began to glow blue again as he made for the stares.

"Right with you." I activated my claw as well, then made my eyes glow red like earlier. This seemed to be the one fucking thing that I did that actually got him slightly surprised. Even then, he only raised both eyebrows halfway. Hard to impress, amazing piece of shit.

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