CH.2 The Beginning Of Many

Nightwalker awoke with a smile on his face. He got up off his bed and went over to his standing mirror. He brushed his mane and looked at himself. “Well, today will be the first time I work with an assistant in Seaddle” he said to his reflection. He walked out of his room and down the stairs. He heard moaning coming from the basement door. “Oh, I almost forgot, he wanted to come visit me earlier than I expected” he said with a smile creeping across his face. He also forgot one other thing. He ran back up to his room and grabbed his outfit out from the closet. “I think I’ll wear it this time” he said aloud. He put on his outfit and ran back downstairs. He opened the basement door and listened; the moaning stopped instantly, replaced by silence. Oh that’s cute, the pony that was such a tough guy the night before is afraid to see me, Nightwalker thought to himself. Nightwalker closed the door behind him and walked down the stairs. He walked into the room with his captive helper. “Get away from me you freak” Moonbeam said to the grey pony walking up to him. “What don’t want to see me? Well you’re going to have to now, you did break into my house after all” Nightwalker replied, still smiling widely. “I said get away from me, you’re a freak, and you don’t think I can’t see what’s going on here? You’re going to murder me, how close am I?” the little pony said angrily. Nightwalker only smiled wider “you are quite the smart pony for your age, but you remind me of my first assistant somehow.” Moonbeam took his eyes off Nightwalker and looked at his outfit. Nightwalker saw him look down at it “you like it, I made it myself” he wanted to scare Moonbeam a little now “you see the crimson color; I used the blood from my first helper Robbinswing to color it.” “You really are a sick freak; how anyone could love you, I’ll never know” Moonbeam sneered to Nightwalker. Nightwalker lost the smile on his face, a frown replaced it. “You’re starting to get on my last nerve, you never knew what kind of life I had before now, so you can shut your mouth” Nightwalker said pointing a hoof at Moonbeam. Moonbeam smiled a little “what, did I strike a nerve?” Nightwalker had enough; he walked over to Moonbeam, grabbed his forehead with one hoof and grabbed his chin with the other. “I am sick of hearing your mouth run” and then he ripped Moonbeam’s jaw out of its socket. Moonbeam let out a wail of pain and Nightwalker just stared at him. Blood started to pour out of the corners of Moonbeam’s mouth. Moonbeam looked at Nightwalker with pure hatred in his eyes. “I’m doing the world a favor when I start to work with you” Nightwalker said to the dark blue colt. “I’LL…KILL…YOU…” Moonbeam managed to say through the dislocated jaw and blood. “That’s it, I think we should start now” Nightwalker said angrily, trying to hold back an urge to rip Moonbeam’s jaw right off.

Nightwalker grabbed the tools from the bag and set them on a wooden table next to him. Moonbeam looked at him, dried blood crusted on the corners of his mouth. Nightwalker grabbed a scalpel off of the table and walked over to Moonbeam. “Well, let’s begin, shall we?” Nightwalker said. Nightwalker noticed that Moonbeam wasn’t smiling. “you know, my old master said that you should always have a smile on your face, but you don’t seem to have one; I can fix that” Nightwalker said as he moved closer to Moonbeams head. Moonbeam noticed the danger and started to move his head back and forth. Nightwalker grabbed Moonbeam’s head and put the scalpel in his mouth. He made a curved incision up the side of his cheek, in the shape of a smile. He then repeated the process to the other side. “There, much better” Nightwalker said to the now crying pony. “Leave…me...alone” Moonbeam said to the grey pony. Nightwalker paid no attention to the little pony; he was too busy thinking of what he could do next. Nightwalker got an idea; he grabbed the scalpel and went over to Moonbeam’s side. Moonbeam started to struggle again and found that Nightwalker had forgotten to tighten the binding on his left leg. Moonbeam kicked out at Nightwalkers hoof just as it was going to make an incision at his waistline. The scalpel flew out of Nightwalkers hoof and impaled his shoulder. Nightwalker smiled darkly at Moonbeam “you know it isn’t nice to kick something out of somepony’s hoof, it could be very dangerous.” Nightwalker reached up and pulled the blade out of his shoulder blade; blood starting to ooze out of the wound. Nightwalker walked over to a fire pit and placed the scalpel over the flame. The blade started to turn red from the heat of the flames. Nightwalker took the scalpel away from the flames; the blade was red with steam floating off of it. He walked back over to Moonbeam, who was staring at the blade in his hoof. “Let’s see how you like getting stabbed” Nightwalker said. Nightwalker then walked up to Moonbeam and stabbed the searing hot blade into his shoulder. Moonbeam let out a scram of agony; the heat of the blade being too much for him. Moonbeam passed out from the pain in his shoulder. “Aww, he fell asleep, well then, while he’s asleep I can prepare for the last round” Nightwalker said.

When Moonbeam awoke he could smell nothing but cooked flesh and blood. He looked over to his shoulder and found that the blade was still lodged into his flesh. He looked down and saw that he could see all of his organs. He started to hyperventilate. Nightwalker walked back over to him “Finally your awake, are you ready for the last round?” “Please…just kill me…this is…too…much” Moonbeam said trying to sound clear. “Why do you want to go? I thought you would want to stick around longer” Nightwalker said to the broken pony in front of him in disappointment. “Please… just put me out…of my misery” Moonbeam said trying to remain in consciousness. “Fine if you want to have peace in death, who am I to deny you the right” Nightwalker said. “My crew will come looking for me soon…so watch out” Moonbeam said smiling. “I hope you find happiness in death” Nightwalker said as he walked up to Moonbeam. Nightwalker reached out and grabbed Moonbeam’s heart in his hoof and with one swift motion ripped it out of his chest. Moonbeam started to cry; not because of the pain, but because of the fact that he had been murdered by an outsider. Nightwalker watched as Moonbeam slowly started to drift off into the embrace of death. “I’ll kill your crew too if they try to mess with me, I promise you that” Nightwalker said to Moonbeam. A few minutes later Moonbeam breathed no more. Nightwalker tilted up the table to let the blood drain into the grate in the floor. He walked over to the stairs and looked back at his first assistant from Seaddle. “I wish you were here with me Pinky” he said as he walked up the stairs.

END OF CH.2

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