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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id="A_Princess.27_Monster:_Part_2">A Princess' Monster: Part 2</span><a href="./A_Princess'_Monster:#/editor/1" title="Edit section: A Princess' Monster: Part 2" data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br />~A Princess' Monster~<br /><span class="br0">&#91;</span>Part II<span class="br0">&#93;</span><br />|Employment|<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wiggle your toes as you open your eyes to the blinding light.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Immediately you sit up, clutching the covers in your shaking heads.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your breath is ragged and your hair a mess, and you feel a slight sickness in your stomach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you aren't dead. So that's something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look over your body, trying to find any scars or wounds. To your relief you find nothing. You are totally unharmed. You think.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shaking your head you try to remember everything that happened.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You came home late at night after a kill. Nothing was out of the ordinary was it? You try harder to remember but when your brain turns up nothing you become frustrated.</span><br />&quot;I know there was something..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your own voice somewhat surprises you. As if you shouldn't be able to speak at all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now you looked around the room you were in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;White. Nothing but white. White walls, white floors and ceilings. White furniture. It hurt your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pulling the sheets off you, you turn in the bed, placing your bare feet onto the cold alabaster floor. You shiver as you stand, your loose pajamas cascading down your body.</span><br />&quot;I don't remember changing. And where the hell am I..?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sleep still has its groggy handlers on you as you move away from the bed in an attempt to escape it. You make towards the vanity in the corner of the large room. It's a very quaint little piece of furniture. Lined with golden curls, resembling French Rococo.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't sit, instead you lean in on your palms to look at yourself in the mirror.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's old, so old you have to wipe away the dust with your sleeve.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually you create a surface you can see yourself with and look over yourself once again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing was wrong with your face, thank God. And nothing else seemed out of the ordinary.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then why can't you remember? Why is it that you awoke here with a memory gap?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dammit, you deserve answers!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You spend a little time making angry faces in the mirror, smearing your visage all over it. This vanity will know your displeasure in being here!</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But soon enough you tire of playing games with yourself and you turn away. But as you do so, you catch something looming across your chest, poking its head out of your loose pajama top.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lean back in for another look. It was on the left side of your chest and curved like some sort of tendril.</span><br />&quot;Strange..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slowly pull at the neckline to expose your chest and what greets you sends you rocking back in slight horror.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There on your chest is a charred black sun. Its blackness like the deepest chasm and as ugly as sin. You remember almost immediately. This was her doing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You run your finger over it and you instantly tense. There was a pain that pulsated throughout you at the touch. It feels like the pain reached its cold bony hands into your chest and grasped your heart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She has placed her mark on you. She wasn't kidding when she said she'd make you hers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you didn't know that meant her scarring your body! How dare she!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stomp away from mirror and make a straight line for the door. Someone is going to get a very stern talking to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You place your hand on the cold door knob and prepare to yank the door open. And you almost break an arm, for the door was stuck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The door rattles as you continue to pull on it, but it doesn't budge.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you opt to try two hands and give it a mighty tug. Again the door doesn't yield.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin pulling with all your might. Even going as far as to place your feet on each end of the doorframe, lifting yourself off the ground.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull. And pull some more. Then the door begins to creak. Almost! You've almost got it!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celebrations are already running through your head as the lock gives way and you're sent on your back side with the door knob in hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It takes you awhile to come around again but when you do, you see the door cracked open.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand, pleased with yourself. There's nothing a man can't do when he puts his mind to it!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tossing the door knob aside you stroll up to the door and open it. Only to be met by a wall of bricks.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You groan loudly. Like a child who's parents aren't indulging him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The tantrum your throw is also similar. You stomp around in your room, tossing things over and screaming at the ceiling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Usually you'd care about acting so childishly, but now it doesn't matter. You deserved to let off a little steam after being kidnapped, branded, and forced into this room with no way out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually you tire yourself and collapse on the bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your stomach growls, causing a rumbling in your lower body that you can't ignore.</span><br />&quot;And what am I supposed to do for food!?&quot; you call out.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Naturally nobody answered. There was only your voice and the sounds you made with your own movement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lay on the bed, bored and hungry. You hadn't either bothered to look out the window. The view was nothing compared to freedom. A caged bird could have a view of the entire kingdom, but he wouldn't get to explore it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to trap yourself in shallow poetry, tucking your knees to your chin and passing the time with old songs and rhymes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you hear a soft creaking from within the walls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You snap to attention immediately and hop off the bed. Your body has now entered stealth mode. Something you had a great deal of practice in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The creaking doesn't stop, instead it continues on indifferent to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your ears have been trained to hear a butterfly's wing beat, though not really. You liked to think that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still, you follow the sound over to a wall adjacent to your bed. Placing your ear up to it you hear the sound more clearly.</span><br />&quot;Hmmm. A pulley. Three-hundred foot rope. It's....lifting something.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You use your supernatural powers to determine what the source is. Though they aren't really supernatural, more just clever guessing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The creaking in the wall stops and you back away, not sure what to expect.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A panel in the wall opens, one you hadn't noticed.</span><br />&quot;Peculiar..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lean in to peak inside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Inside is a neatly placed meal of eggs, bacon, four pancakes and a nice tall glass of vitamin C. Also a letter.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand there staring at the plate. For some reason you don't trust it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel if you reach for it the panel would snap down on your arm and bite it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A moment passes, causing your stomach to rumble a bit more, paining you until you surrender.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach towards the plate and gingerly retrieve it from the tiny elevator and go over to the bed.</span><br />&quot;It's always a letter in these stories....&quot; you say aloud.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before reading the letter you place it aside and dig in. It was a peculiar meal, considering you hadn't had any meat in a very long time. Ponies were herbivores, yet they kept live stock. Were they secretly savage meat eaters?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The meal was still filling though. The bacon wasn't too thin, there was plenty of cheese in the eggs. The pancakes were even spot on. They reminded you of the old country.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's been awhile since you had such a great meal. Actually, you've been living off of stolen breads for a very long time so this was a nice change of pace.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Downing the tall glass of orange juice, you turn to the eggshell white envelope on the bed beside you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It fits in your hand perfectly, and it smells like sunflowers. That's nice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You peel it open, wafting a stronger smell from inside.</span><br />&quot;She must fancy perfume.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neat swirly curls of words dance across the parchment from left to right. It's much better than your own, and you don't think you'd ever get that good. Even with a thousand years of practice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to read, squinting your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I take it you've awoken. Try and be more quiet. You'll bring the entire castle down with your childish temper. No doubt you have questions, questions I'll answer when I feel the time is appropriate. For now, I want you to focus all your effort into getting dressed. Your clothes are in the wardrobe. I am coming to see you within the hour. Wait for me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There is no signature, not that it needs one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't like the idea of having to wait on her. Knowing her, she'd probably make you wait all day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh as you stand, finding the wardrobe.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Marching over to the giant wooden exo-closet, you pull on the handles to open it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's your normal attire, neatly sorted into the left side. On the right are more clothes you've never seen before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull one item from the right. A nice white button down with golden embroidery and frilled around the collar and cuffs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod, draping it over your arm. Next you pull some very nice slacks. A deep black with gold buttons trailing up the seams on the side. You nod again and continue looking through the wardrobe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually you settle on your attire and begin to get dressed. You peel out of your pajamas, shivering slightly in the cold stone room. You'd bathe, but there was no tub. You'd have to mention that to Celestia.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you get dressed your attention is constantly pulled towards the large window. After slipping on your pants you stride over to it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's high-noon. Not that late in the day. You were high up, very high. Must be in one of the several keeps that puncture the sky. But it's hard to tell which one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watch the sky for a little while before becoming bored with it. Cloud watching just wasn't as fun as it used to be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit down on the bed and buckle up your boots. With that done you begin to wait for Celestia, at least for now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's a clock in the corner. An ancient grandfather clock that ticks madly. A thick heavy sound that is heard every second. All it does is remind you of your boredom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A minute passes. Then three, then nine, thirty, until finally it's been a whole hour. At least it feels that way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Boredom threatens to overtake you should you stay on this bed for a moment more. So you rise, pacing frantically.</span><br />&quot;I have to leave this place. I'll go mad if I stay here any longer!&quot; you say aloud.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to search for ways out. You certainly weren't escaping via the window or door. No there was only on option.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The service elevator sits patiently in the wall, the panel still open. It's just big enough.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile, patting yourself on the back for the genius idea.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'll escape this prison and be among the people once more! All you need to do is tuck your elbows in and hug your knees.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You poke your head into the small crate-like elevator. It smelled like oldness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe this wasn't such a good idea?</span><br />&quot;No. It will work. I just need to have faith.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yes, faith! Faith could make a man fly if he believed hard enough.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to hastily climb in. It's a tight squeeze but you manage to get yourself inside without too much hassle.</span><br />&quot;Alright. I'll need the other components as well. I have faith. I have trust.... sort of. What was the last part?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try and remember the third component to the formula but eventually turn up with nothing.</span><br />&quot;Bah! I'm sure it'll be fine.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Two out of three wasn't bad so the odds weren't terrible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab hold of one of the ropes between your legs and test it. Pulling it lifted you slightly higher.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Obviously, that was the wrong rope. So you grip the other and begin to pull.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a few tugs you manage to lower the box a tiny bit. But hey, it works so that's good enough for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly but surely you begin to ascend. The box creaks with each tug, groaning under your weight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pretty soon you're encased in darkness and unable to see. Now you're more or less a mouse scuttling inside the walls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you descend you begin to grow tired. You're already several minutes in and you have no idea how far the bottom is. After another five you start consider that maybe you made a mistake.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you should have waited.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you're already halfway! Maybe. It may be even harder to go back the way you came. You must persist! Freedom was only a few tugs away!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;......</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It has been what feels like several hours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your arms can no longer pull. The tips of your fingers have withered away, leaving only your skeletal feelers. Your back hurts from being hunched over for so long. And you're pretty sure the crick in your neck will kill you.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're pretty sure you've gone insane, if you weren't already.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The darkness has become tangible. Crawling up your legs and wrapping itself around your waist, intimately.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's deathly hot. It's the kind of heat that bleaches bones white and makes you burn your bare feet on the concrete. Extremely unpleasant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't even form a thought. It could be that you simply stopped thinking as a way to cope with this suffering.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But a single word echoes in your collapsed mind. A question that'll haunt you for the rest of your life.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why the hell did you think this was a good idea?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You regret everything you've ever done. If this was punishment for your sins, it was a little cruel.</span><br />&quot;This must be similar to how convicts feel. Deprived of any freedom....void of any sunlight. Oh the horror..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your voice doesn't travel far, making it seem louder within the enclosed space.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right now, you are your only friend. And as far as you know, the last living creature in Equestria.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After all, you had no sense of time. So to you, it seemed fairly plausible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How long has Celestia been dead? No, she was still alive. She had to be. But would she still be in power? It could be that some other fellow took power years ago.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You entertain the idea of Celestia forced into hiding. Living in a hovel and barely staying alive. Her days of chair stealing and abduction completely over!</span><br />&quot;Ha!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You laugh aloud, jolting your body and causing the service elevator to shake.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now you're reminded that you're still in the elevator and not some world of your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eons have you spent imprisoned here. But no more!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You made a commitment all those years ago that you would escape this castle! Or at least that bedroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now isn't the time to quit. There are mares that need killing, and chairs that need sitting. You can't afford to sit on your ass, hunched over in an elevator between the walls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You once again take hold of the rope, age old dust falling from your revitalized arm and pull!</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're descending faster now. You can feel it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One, two. One, two! The elevator is practically plummeting from how fast you're pulling. Soon enough, you'll crash at the bottom and be free!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing has made you more committed in your entire life. A wellspring of potential energy was suddenly tapped in the darkness and now it powers you like a steam train with too much coal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to see light gently leak into the shaft and you become excited. Your palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy, but you persevere!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing can stop you. Your arms are fine instruments crafted by gods and your will is as sturdy as Troy's walls! Nothing is unobtainable. Your goal is within clear sight. Reach out and grasp it!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Light is filling the shaft and you can see out side for the first time in years. It's beautiful. Never before has there been a sight that has made you weep tears of joy. It feels like coming home.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hands are burning and your biceps threaten to tear themselves from your shoulders. But you don't stop. Not when the promise land is so close.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, at long last you reach the bottom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Weakly you climb out, shaking and frail. But the light kisses your face so sweetly. You did it, Anon. You are free.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You move to stand, but fear your knees may give out from under you. But you must at least try. Try and stand and bask in your freedom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually you are able and you stand tall on your own two feet and gaze upon the world around you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which is the room you just left.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia is sitting on the bed, her nose buried deep within the folds of a newspaper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;When I give you instructions I expect you to follow them.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice is low and sweet. But you can still hear the maleficence behind it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quickly whirl around and throw your gaze at the elevator. It looks just as it did when you left. Which was eight minutes ago.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You fall to your knees, utterly defeated.</span><br />&quot;Mark my words, Princess. I will have revenge for this trickery!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Trickery? Do you really think me that evil?&quot;</span><br /><br />&quot;Of course I do!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia recoils. She seems surprised and slightly hurt. But you don't care, you're only speaking the truth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She is the scorn of the virtuous. The caretaker of the damned. She is the death of hope!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It pains me that you think of me in that way. I had hoped we'd become friends, or at least you learned your place.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your place? You knew very well where your place is. And it sure as hell ain't here.</span><br />&quot;My place is out there!&quot; you say pointing to the window. &quot;I belong outside. Free to do as I please. Not confined to this cell you call a room. For God's sake you've barricaded the door! And that trick you pulled with the lift is just cruel!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You want me to allow you to roam the streets like some sort of wild animal? Anon, your being here is part of your domestication. As I said before you are mine and that's that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia raises her nose in the air, looking at you through half-lidded eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sets her newspaper down beside her and you suddenly feel something tug at your collar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your feet leave the ground as you move through the air, against your will. It isn't until you're brought before her that you see the magical golden glow of her horn. Damned thing, you'd like break it off.</span><br />&quot;Unhand me!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I would, if I had any hands.&quot; she remarks while waving her gold plated hoof in your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But eventually she lets you down and your feet hit the floor. You are now eye level, mostly because she is currently sitting on your bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll be frank with you, Anon. I didn't bring you here simply because I wanted a pet of the exotic variety.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Really? You assumed she abducted you because she had some weird thing for primates.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Like I said, I plan to use you.&quot;</span><br />&quot;And that entails?&quot; you ask while taking a seat beside her.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Some ponies need killing.&quot;</span><br />�<span class="co4">&gt;Ah there it is. You're to be her assassin.</span><br />&quot;You're the damned ruler of this nation. Kill them yourself.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a seat on the bed and lean back on your elbows.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's not that simple Anon. Though you've most likely lived under a rock these past years, Equestria's monarchy has been challenged. Young schoolcolts who feel their word should carry weight in my court. You give the ignorant knowledge and they bite the hoof that feeds them.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I don't understand. Why not just give them their bloody say and be done with it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia rolls her eyes, very unprincess like.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;They won't stop there. For years the peasantry- as well as nobility- have tried to push for democracy. An ideal that will lead this kingdom to ruin.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia was rubbing her head, tired from all the stress.</span><br />&quot;Ah I see. You don't want them to take away your power. You want to remain on top.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're confident in your claim. So much that you go as far as to adopt the smuggest smile you can muster.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The princess now looks guilty, her mouth folded into a frown and her brows slanted.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That is not the way of it. This isn't about my status as ruler or my desire to remain in power. It's about the whole of Equestria. What is needed for my subjects. They cannot govern themselves. They are too naive and childish. If I were to surrender control over to them they would lead the kingdom I've spent a thousand years forging into ruin. I only wish to protect them. From themselves. Ponies need somepony to guide them. Somepony wiser and more learned in the ways of the world. That is why I've come to you, Monster. Drown out these rebellious children. Purge the unfaithful from my kingdom.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia now gazes into your eyes with such intensity that you begin to struggle in your breathing. She was determined, devoted entirely to her ideal. Her resolution created an enormous shadow that loomed over you like great Death and embraced you. It made you want to do anything for her, and for that reason you were afraid.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stare unable to break your gaze from hers. She has you completely ensnared.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel your heart drum madly within your chest. Thump-thump-thump it cries. &quot;Let me out!&quot; it screams. It wants to escape this otherworldly experience. Retreat into more familiar atmospheres. Anywhere but the presence of Princess Celestia.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The both of you share a deep meaningful silence. Unspoken words shooting between you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But eventually you manage to break the silence when Celestia shifts her gaze to the window.</span><br />&quot;You can't think that to be true. You may be their ruler but you're not their god. You can't lead them forever. It has been a thousand years. I'm sure they've evolved to the point where their able to think for themselves entirely. Let them leave the nest already.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No. They are not ready.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Then when will they be ready?&quot; you counter.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Who knows? Possibly never. Which is why I must be there for them. And to do this I need you're help. I have seen how each one of them live their lives. So fleeting and uncaring. They're too kind. Unsuspecting of the evils around them. For star's sake they try and befriend dragons! They are self-destructive. They are good ponies Anon. I won't stand by and let a few rotten apples spoil the bunch.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roll over sighing, not wanting to face her anymore.</span><br />&quot;I have nothing to do with your politics. I am but a humble monster. I have no concept of greater good, I could care less about your country and its people. The world around me is susceptible to change, but I need not change with it in order to do as I please. But, I suppose I did agree to your proposal. And had I not I'd be sailing with spirits. But know this, Celestia. It takes a true monster to contract another to do their dirty work. It takes someone cunning, manipulative, and wise to influence those around them.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia erected herself, once again adopting her prideful airs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What are you implying?&quot; she asked sternly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wave your hand back and forth playfully.</span><br />&quot;Nothing. Though I hope you don't lose sight of your vision, then you'd be even worse than I.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's strange for you to think so, but in this moment Celestia looks exactly like you. Of course not physically, but spiritually? She is of course a monster, in her own right. Though she plays the role of the tragic hero, forced to make a sacrifice for the greater good. All the while having her lapdog perform the slaying.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But behind that sinister intent was genuine care and love for her people. A love that can never waver. Not even if the heavens opened up and commanded her to relinquish their lives.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Men aren't born with purpose. Same with pony folk and the like. We must all find our own purpose, our lot in life and role to play. Where you were a bit uncertain, Celestia knew one-hundred percent what her purpose was. To lead. To supervise her subjects for eternity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In that way you respected her. Celestia was a monster who hid from the shadows and walked in the light. Willing to do anything to preserve said light.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;However, monsters like her are dangerous. If left unchecked, their ambition may either decay or increase to gluttonous sizes. Celestia could be driven mad by her own purpose to the point where her frothing madness swallows the entirety of Equestria. And if that happened, how would you fulfill your own purpose?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She claims ponies are the ones who need supervision when really it is her that must be watched.</span><br />&quot;Very well then.&quot; you say rolling back over.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She still has that painfully lovely gaze that caresses your heart.</span><br />&quot;Ask whatever you may need of me. Consider your enemies my own.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A devilish smile that could frighten demons assumes her pristine face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But of course.&quot; she replies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She also hesitates which is uncharacteristic of her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thank you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That was strange. You could be wrong, but you're sure you see gratitude under that nefarious intent of hers. You don't get to comment on it as she stands. Her wings unfurled and her mane begins to flow like the wild currents of the sea.</span><br />&quot;So what's the first order of business?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The death of Lady Penelope.&quot;</span><br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You exhale, your breath fleeing from your insides and into the cold night air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once again you stalk the night, feeling at home.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're practically bursting with excitement as you make your way to Canterlot's very own cloud district. It wasn't often that you visited, but each time you did you found exquisite pleasures.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's the same with tonight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lady Penelope, wife of a noble who is currently away. Recently she has been organizing meets with the peasantry in an attempt to plant the seeds of revolution. Supposedly she is very beautiful. Coat a pure platinum and mane of glistening ivory.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shiver as you stand out side the gates to her estate. Haughty iron bars stand between you and the inside. For most this gate would be a test of conviction. To give you the sense that you won't be able to go back should you cross them. However this is pointless for you. After all, you could never go back. Wherever 'back' was.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From the pocket of your over coat you retrieve the key given to you by Her Majesty. A literal key to the city.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle as you slide it into the lock. The only thing that'd make this moment perfect is if the key were comically oversized.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The gate opens with a loud 'ca-clunk' and you push ever so slightly on it and peek into the mansion grounds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's night and hard to see which makes it a bit difficult to truly appreciate the lavish garden that was the front lawn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try and muffle your footsteps as you make your away across the cobblestone. You tip toe as cautiously as a cat, making your way through the mansion grounds until your hugging the walls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The front door is next to you, risen by some stairs. But you can't possibly just take the front door. Well you could, but it wouldn't be tasteful. You have to do this by the book. Sneak into a window or something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look up and scan the second floor for and accessible windows.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sure enough there's door open on the balcony. That's your way in, you just need to find a way to reach it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn and reach into your bag. It just so happens that you have a grappling hook in your inventory. Celestia made sure to send you in with appropriate tools.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've never used a grappling hook before, but you figured it'd be simple. All you really have to do is latch it onto the balcony rails. you lengthen the rope in your hands before twirling the hook. Then it flies from your hand in an underhanded motion, knocking against the balcony floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now you pull carefully, trying to guide it to the rails. It grabs hold and you give the rope a might tug to test it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Success. Now all you need to do is figure out how to climb a rope. But you figure that too would be easy enough. You grab the rope and place your boots on the wall. Slowly you begin your ascent.</span><br />&quot;Right, left, maintain breath. Stay out of sight and avoid death.&quot; you say in a very hushed drone.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Climbing is a lot harder than you thought. It takes stamina and strength that you're slightly lacking at the moment. But you persevere. Only a few more paces.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually you pull yourself over the balcony and rest. The weather is getting to you. If you stay out here any longer you'll catch your death of cold.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You immediately look towards the warm glow within the house. The only thing standing in between you and it is a light curtain flapping in the breeze.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Quickly you pull up the rope and bundle it beside the rails and slowly move towards the door. Your footsteps are muffled and your breath is ever so calm. You were meant for this. This lurking in the shadows. Shadows cast by Celestia's radiant light.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly and carefully you pull away the curtain and peer inside. There is a fireplace, much fancier than yours, a very ornate lounge chair, and a desk. It truly looks like the home of nobility. You're even jealous the wallpaper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There was no one around, or so it seemed. And so you step in.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The flames in the fire place seem to startle at your sudden presence. And rightfully so. For only the flames knew what your intentions were, yet they could tell no one. They can only attempt and hiss and crackle their warnings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now that you were inside you perceived a better sight of the room. The walls were lined with books. Some as ancient as the princess and newer than the sixth season.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pussyfoot around for awhile, taking in everything completely until you're ready to move on. Supposedly there were only three ponies in the house. Lady Penelope, her son Telemachus, and their head maid. This would make it easier to move about.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Moving over to the door leading into the hall, you hug your right cheek to its frame. You listen for a moment until reaching for the door knob. You pull gently, not wanting the creak in the door to be too loud.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You poke your head into the hall and hear a voice from one end of the hall. A voice like falling ice and crunching snow. It makes you shiver.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ms. Bonnet, could you come here for a moment please.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes ma'am!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The second voice came from the other end, from behind a corner. You hear hoofsteps begin to round the corner in a hurry and you peel back into the study. You wait until the hooves past by you, then fade from hearing. Then you look out again to emerge from the study.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You follow the sound of conversation, a door that's now wide open and revealing a bedroom. Inching closer you pick up their conversation. The frosty voice- who you assumed was Lady Penelope, your delightful target- spoke first.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thank you Miss. I shan't be needing you any longer tonight.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, if it's alright with you ma'am, I'd like to be going.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh? Rushing off somewhere?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ehh....yes ma'am. See, my brother has been sick for almost five weeks now. I try to be with him as much as I can.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You come to a stop by the door. You were close enough now to even hear their breathing. Without a sound you hug the wall by the door, making sure they can't see you.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah I see. Well then I shouldn't keep you any longer. Give my regards to your parents.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Will do ma'am. And you have yourself a good night. I'll be here in the morning around nine.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear the maid begin to shuffle her hooves and turn to leave when she is stopped by the lady.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh and Ms. Bonnet.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, ma'am?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There was a brief moment of silence between the two. As if both of them paused to read each other's expressions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;They found another victim last night. Ms. Heartstrings....&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel a tingle run up your spine and you're force to give a smile. It always pleases you to hear others talk about your work.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh yes ma'am I heard. Such a tragedy. She played beautifully...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That she did. My husband and I once attended a show of hers. I can remember feeling my heart ache as she strummed through entire lives worth of emotion. A talented mare she was.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two go silent again. Maybe reflecting on the mare that used to be Lyra Heartstrings. It does you good to know that people cared for her so. For you also cared for her. She was beautiful as she received your gift. In that moment you had thought you found love, only to have it fade with the light in her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lady Penelope speaks up again, this time adopting a more positive tone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do be careful Ms. Bonnet. Stay on the main road. Avoid the dark. Or Canterlot's own monster will snatch you up in his fangs.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She wasn't wrong. But Ms. Bonnet will have to wait. You make a mental note of the name as you wait outside in silence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thank you ma'am. So like you to worry about the peasantry.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear hoofsteps coming your way and you duck into the shadows by the door. Ms. Bonnet strides down the long hall before disappearing behind the corner. You listen to the clip-clop of her hooves fade out completely before you exhale.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you're motionless still. You don't move a muscle until you hear the door downstairs close with a thud.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now was the time.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slither into the room. A comfy space that resonated an air of peace. It was like sleeping in your mother's room when you were home sick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lady Penelope sits in a rocking chair that faced the window. Your footsteps are as light as air and you move like the looming clouds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From behind Penelope looks like a painting. A lone mare calmly gazing at the night sky. Her mane a stark white and her coat a monochrome grey. She's in her evening gown, a modest white ghostly sheet that covers her from neck to hoof.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even from this limited observation you can tell she's quite lovely. A beauty who stands above most common mares. It makes you happy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watch her for awhile, not really eyeing her for anything in particular. But it was sometimes nice to observe those who would fall your victim. You like to watch them in their last moments. Before they succumb to the mind wracking fear that was their imminent doom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lady Penelope hums gently. A warm song on winds from the East. It fills you with thoughts of love and awe, something that had become very rare for you these days.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After awhile you step up and clear your throat. The chair immediately stops rocking, as well as her angelic humming. You could feel her breath hitch in her throat and see her hooves grip the arms of her chair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She see's you. In the reflection of the window. You loom over her like a great giant of shadow and umbra.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her head slowly turns to you, her bespectacled jewel-like eyes staring into your manic lookers.</span><br />&quot;Hello.&quot; you say pleasantly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You place your arms behind your back and put on the biggest smile you can muster.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's still frightened by you. You can see this in the way her eyes trace your monstrous figure. She see's you as a minotaur, yet your knees weren't backwards and your head was that of a hairless monkey. She recoils in horror and you love it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What are you doing in my home?&quot; she asks as calmly as she can manage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give a shallow bow and lock your eyes on hers.</span><br />&quot;Working.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She is perplexed. You watch as she tries to unravel what that would mean. When she finds no answer she asks,</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What labor have you in my home at this hour? Begone! I don't know who you are, but I will see you in prison for intruding on my property!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stands and rounds her window side chair, her eyes burning hot coals. But you can tell it's all a front.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her knees quiver and her breathing is substantially uneven.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Most didn't try and put up a fight. Most mares would immediately flee or catch the smell of your murderous intent and beg for their life. But not Lady P-e-n-e-l-o-p-e!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She is a noble mare. One with pride! So stern and steadfast. It makes you a bit giddy.</span><br />&quot;And if I refuse?&quot; you call to her.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watch as her gaze begins to dart all around the room; she's trying to find any focal point that isn't you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You love when they try and ignore you. As if you'd simply go away if they didn't have to look at you. Some are actually surprised when you pounce on them, wholeheartedly believing you had vanished.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wait. I know what you are....&quot; Penelope says in a frightened whisper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She begins to back away. So you advance, your boots hitting the hard wood floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're The Ripper!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You clap, a sound of thunder ricocheting off the walls.</span><br />&quot;Bravo! You've figured it out! Congratulations!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Penelope's flank hits the window and she gasps aloud.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why? Why have you come for me!? Don't you know who I am!?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tries to adopt a more intimidating and proud speech, but it fails to impact you.</span><br />&quot;Someone wants you dead, Ms. Penelope. And I've been employed to make sure that happens.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Employed...? By whom? Who could possibly want me dead? The nobility? That damned Prince Blueblood isn't it?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head.</span><br />&quot;No. But close. She doesn't take too kindly to you and your husband trying to force her the Magna Carta.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Penelope's eyes go wide. Wider than a baby's. Her mouth hangs open, but only slightly. Just enough so that you can see her perfectly white teeth.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You don't mean... No! She would never!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh but she would! She told me herself in that damned condescending voice of hers. Apparently Equestria is no place for democracy. Or so she says. Personally I would have supported the idea. But when one offers you a choice that's completely one-sided, you can't do much to help.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're lying! You sinful deceiver! Our princess would never order such a thing! She is kind... Too benevolent to allow such a thing!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You throw your head back in thought. She was right, in a way.</span><br />&quot;Precisely. She is kind, which is why she's doing this. Most kind. She's looking out for you all in the long run. Or so she says. She claims to be such a know-it-all, but I think she just can't handle being deposed. Regardless, she gave me a job I must carry out.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach into your coat and wrap your hands around your beloved dagger. Pulling it out, the blade glimmers in the lamp light of the room. Cold steel that would pierce the Lady Penelope's warm beating heart.</span><br />&quot;Are you ready, ma'am?&quot; you say mimicking Ms. Bonnet.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You stay away from me! You....You monster!&quot; she shouts while trying to find an escape. But she cannot. She is trapped like a tiny animal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ah there it is. Every mare's last words. It always comes so sweet from the lips of women and mares. It makes you shiver. And for it to come from someone such as her, it was pure bliss. Never have you thought in a thousand years you'd feel such ecstasy. The only thing that could increase this joy is if she begs.</span><br />&quot;I suppose I could spare you. On a humble favor.&quot; you say, thumbing the blade held tightly in your hand.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Penelope's old and watery eyes look up at you in desperate curiosity.</span><br />&quot;Your maid, Ms. Bonnet. Where does she live?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mare shudders. Her eyes become hateful, burning with Vulcan's forge. She grinds her teeth with ten pounds of pressure, wanting to gnaw you to the bone.</span><br /><br />&quot;Her life for yours. How about it? I think it's a fair deal. After all, she's just a peasant girl. A maid born to wait on you hand and foot. Well, hoof in your case.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Penelope puts up a front, once again trying to intimidate you. So you move closer with your blade pointing straight at her.</span><br />&quot;No?&quot; you ask again.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Only when you are half a foot away from her does she relent. Her fury is replaced by pure fear as she stares into your maddened eyes. She cowers under you, losing her battle with distress.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He breath is ragged, hardly keeping pace at all. It sounds like a wounded animal, struggling to endure pain. Finally she speaks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Very well... I will tell you. Just please, don't steal me from this world!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This time your own eyes explode open in excitement.</span><br />&quot;Well?&quot; you say impatiently. It comes out like a long spread of butter over toast.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She and her family take residence in lower Canterlot. On Sunset Avenue.... House 283...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lady Penelope collapses in on herself. You watch as her eyes implode like a star and form an endless pit of despair. You wonder what that feels like.</span><br />&quot;Thank you.&quot; you say kindly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then your blade finds itself ramming through her fur and shattering her skin as you drive it deeper and deeper. Penelope cries out in great high pitched wails that mimic howling phantoms. Her pupils shrink to the size of atoms and her mouth hangs open in a perpetual scream of terror and pain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She grabs you, not knowing what to do with her body now that it has been taken from her. Though she was nearly gone, she looked into your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your dark swirling eyes were often the last thing your mares ever saw. And they were driven mad by it. In their deaths they would roam the underworld, insane and dumb. For they beheld a beast more frightening than any legend or fable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her grip begins to weaken around you as you push deeper and deeper. Blood is now spilling from her wound and elegantly pooling around the hilt. Her blood caresses your hand gently, giving you its warmth.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then her body falls to the floor with a crashing sound, pulling itself off your dagger. Blood now messied her night gown. Staining it a bright crimson that darkened at the touch of air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You back away and gaze at Penelope's corpse. So beautiful and still. Tranquil to the point of never moving again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You exhale deeply, loving the feeling of your own breath. It felt very nice to breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Continuing your pleasant breathing you bend down and lift Penelope's night gown to place your eyes on her flank.</span><br />&quot;A weighing scale. How fitting. I wish I could see the world you and your friends were hoping to build.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand, wiping the blood from your blade when you hear the door behind you open a bit wider. You glance over your shoulder to see a young stallion.</span><br />&quot;I had forgotten about him..&quot; you say under your breath.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn to him so that you may get a good look at him. Telemachus. He was young. About fifteen? A hushed tone of brown that melded with his almond mane. His eyes are bright with rage, like a maddened bull he hones in on you. The man standing over his deceased mother.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh in annoyance. Killing males wasn't your favorite activity. But he saw your face, so he must be eliminated.</span><br />&quot;What is it boy? Never seen a member of the working class before?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The youngling says nothing. Just then you notice the spear he held in his magical grasp. A unicorn. That was odd, considering his mother was a pegasus.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without a word he charges you, two red giants burning in his saucer-like eyeballs. He howls like a locomotive as he sprints towards you. But from the beginning he stood no chance. Not against you anyhow. In the end you suppose it's his fault. He shouldn't have saw you. He shouldn't have wandered in here.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You dodge under the spear and close in on him with unnatural speed. Before the colt can register anything your grabbers are already wrapped around his neck. Using his momentum you pivot on your foot, turning and hurling him out of the window behind you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's unclear where this unnatural strength comes from. Or why it manifests within you. But you know how to use it to your advantage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The colt crashes through the window, cursing you as he plummets to the hard ground below. You look out on the windowsill, witnessing his mangled body. He could still be alive. You sigh again.</span><br />&quot;This isn't going very well. Monsters are supposed to be efficient. That horse may give me Hell for this...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You casually step over Penelope's body and rush into the hall. Finding the stairs, you seem to glide down them with ease, finding yourself at the front door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you open the door, the cool air hits you like a heavyweight boxer. It takes a few moments for you to shake old man winter off before stepping outside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Making round the manor grounds you come up on Telemachus' body. Yes he's still alive. Which only made more trouble for you. There was no joy in killing stallions, but you do it out of duty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He doesn't get the chance to curse you one final time as your heel violently crushes his wind pipe. You grind your boot into his throat for good measure before turning on it and making to leave.</span><br />&quot;This all could have gone better. I should have locked the door. Her husband will be heartbroken. Not only his wife but his son as well....&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head as you exit out the gate, not looking back. You expect to be hounded for this blunder when you get back.</span></div></div>
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<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br />~A Princess' Monster~<br /><span class="br0">&#91;</span>Part II<span class="br0">&#93;</span><br />|Employment|<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wiggle your toes as you open your eyes to the blinding light.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Immediately you sit up, clutching the covers in your shaking heads.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your breath is ragged and your hair a mess, and you feel a slight sickness in your stomach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you aren't dead. So that's something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look over your body, trying to find any scars or wounds. To your relief you find nothing. You are totally unharmed. You think.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shaking your head you try to remember everything that happened.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You came home late at night after a kill. Nothing was out of the ordinary was it? You try harder to remember but when your brain turns up nothing you become frustrated.</span><br />&quot;I know there was something..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your own voice somewhat surprises you. As if you shouldn't be able to speak at all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now you looked around the room you were in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;White. Nothing but white. White walls, white floors and ceilings. White furniture. It hurt your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pulling the sheets off you, you turn in the bed, placing your bare feet onto the cold alabaster floor. You shiver as you stand, your loose pajamas cascading down your body.</span><br />&quot;I don't remember changing. And where the hell am I..?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sleep still has its groggy handlers on you as you move away from the bed in an attempt to escape it. You make towards the vanity in the corner of the large room. It's a very quaint little piece of furniture. Lined with golden curls, resembling French Rococo.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't sit, instead you lean in on your palms to look at yourself in the mirror.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's old, so old you have to wipe away the dust with your sleeve.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually you create a surface you can see yourself with and look over yourself once again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing was wrong with your face, thank God. And nothing else seemed out of the ordinary.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then why can't you remember? Why is it that you awoke here with a memory gap?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dammit, you deserve answers!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You spend a little time making angry faces in the mirror, smearing your visage all over it. This vanity will know your displeasure in being here!</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But soon enough you tire of playing games with yourself and you turn away. But as you do so, you catch something looming across your chest, poking its head out of your loose pajama top.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lean back in for another look. It was on the left side of your chest and curved like some sort of tendril.</span><br />&quot;Strange..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slowly pull at the neckline to expose your chest and what greets you sends you rocking back in slight horror.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There on your chest is a charred black sun. Its blackness like the deepest chasm and as ugly as sin. You remember almost immediately. This was her doing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You run your finger over it and you instantly tense. There was a pain that pulsated throughout you at the touch. It feels like the pain reached its cold bony hands into your chest and grasped your heart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She has placed her mark on you. She wasn't kidding when she said she'd make you hers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you didn't know that meant her scarring your body! How dare she!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stomp away from mirror and make a straight line for the door. Someone is going to get a very stern talking to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You place your hand on the cold door knob and prepare to yank the door open. And you almost break an arm, for the door was stuck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The door rattles as you continue to pull on it, but it doesn't budge.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you opt to try two hands and give it a mighty tug. Again the door doesn't yield.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin pulling with all your might. Even going as far as to place your feet on each end of the doorframe, lifting yourself off the ground.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull. And pull some more. Then the door begins to creak. Almost! You've almost got it!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celebrations are already running through your head as the lock gives way and you're sent on your back side with the door knob in hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It takes you awhile to come around again but when you do, you see the door cracked open.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand, pleased with yourself. There's nothing a man can't do when he puts his mind to it!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tossing the door knob aside you stroll up to the door and open it. Only to be met by a wall of bricks.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You groan loudly. Like a child who's parents aren't indulging him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The tantrum your throw is also similar. You stomp around in your room, tossing things over and screaming at the ceiling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Usually you'd care about acting so childishly, but now it doesn't matter. You deserved to let off a little steam after being kidnapped, branded, and forced into this room with no way out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually you tire yourself and collapse on the bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your stomach growls, causing a rumbling in your lower body that you can't ignore.</span><br />&quot;And what am I supposed to do for food!?&quot; you call out.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Naturally nobody answered. There was only your voice and the sounds you made with your own movement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lay on the bed, bored and hungry. You hadn't either bothered to look out the window. The view was nothing compared to freedom. A caged bird could have a view of the entire kingdom, but he wouldn't get to explore it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to trap yourself in shallow poetry, tucking your knees to your chin and passing the time with old songs and rhymes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you hear a soft creaking from within the walls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You snap to attention immediately and hop off the bed. Your body has now entered stealth mode. Something you had a great deal of practice in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The creaking doesn't stop, instead it continues on indifferent to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your ears have been trained to hear a butterfly's wing beat, though not really. You liked to think that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still, you follow the sound over to a wall adjacent to your bed. Placing your ear up to it you hear the sound more clearly.</span><br />&quot;Hmmm. A pulley. Three-hundred foot rope. It's....lifting something.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You use your supernatural powers to determine what the source is. Though they aren't really supernatural, more just clever guessing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The creaking in the wall stops and you back away, not sure what to expect.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A panel in the wall opens, one you hadn't noticed.</span><br />&quot;Peculiar..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lean in to peak inside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Inside is a neatly placed meal of eggs, bacon, four pancakes and a nice tall glass of vitamin C. Also a letter.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand there staring at the plate. For some reason you don't trust it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel if you reach for it the panel would snap down on your arm and bite it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A moment passes, causing your stomach to rumble a bit more, paining you until you surrender.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach towards the plate and gingerly retrieve it from the tiny elevator and go over to the bed.</span><br />&quot;It's always a letter in these stories....&quot; you say aloud.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before reading the letter you place it aside and dig in. It was a peculiar meal, considering you hadn't had any meat in a very long time. Ponies were herbivores, yet they kept live stock. Were they secretly savage meat eaters?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The meal was still filling though. The bacon wasn't too thin, there was plenty of cheese in the eggs. The pancakes were even spot on. They reminded you of the old country.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's been awhile since you had such a great meal. Actually, you've been living off of stolen breads for a very long time so this was a nice change of pace.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Downing the tall glass of orange juice, you turn to the eggshell white envelope on the bed beside you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It fits in your hand perfectly, and it smells like sunflowers. That's nice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You peel it open, wafting a stronger smell from inside.</span><br />&quot;She must fancy perfume.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neat swirly curls of words dance across the parchment from left to right. It's much better than your own, and you don't think you'd ever get that good. Even with a thousand years of practice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to read, squinting your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I take it you've awoken. Try and be more quiet. You'll bring the entire castle down with your childish temper. No doubt you have questions, questions I'll answer when I feel the time is appropriate. For now, I want you to focus all your effort into getting dressed. Your clothes are in the wardrobe. I am coming to see you within the hour. Wait for me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There is no signature, not that it needs one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't like the idea of having to wait on her. Knowing her, she'd probably make you wait all day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh as you stand, finding the wardrobe.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Marching over to the giant wooden exo-closet, you pull on the handles to open it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's your normal attire, neatly sorted into the left side. On the right are more clothes you've never seen before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull one item from the right. A nice white button down with golden embroidery and frilled around the collar and cuffs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod, draping it over your arm. Next you pull some very nice slacks. A deep black with gold buttons trailing up the seams on the side. You nod again and continue looking through the wardrobe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually you settle on your attire and begin to get dressed. You peel out of your pajamas, shivering slightly in the cold stone room. You'd bathe, but there was no tub. You'd have to mention that to Celestia.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you get dressed your attention is constantly pulled towards the large window. After slipping on your pants you stride over to it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's high-noon. Not that late in the day. You were high up, very high. Must be in one of the several keeps that puncture the sky. But it's hard to tell which one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watch the sky for a little while before becoming bored with it. Cloud watching just wasn't as fun as it used to be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit down on the bed and buckle up your boots. With that done you begin to wait for Celestia, at least for now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's a clock in the corner. An ancient grandfather clock that ticks madly. A thick heavy sound that is heard every second. All it does is remind you of your boredom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A minute passes. Then three, then nine, thirty, until finally it's been a whole hour. At least it feels that way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Boredom threatens to overtake you should you stay on this bed for a moment more. So you rise, pacing frantically.</span><br />&quot;I have to leave this place. I'll go mad if I stay here any longer!&quot; you say aloud.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to search for ways out. You certainly weren't escaping via the window or door. No there was only on option.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The service elevator sits patiently in the wall, the panel still open. It's just big enough.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile, patting yourself on the back for the genius idea.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'll escape this prison and be among the people once more! All you need to do is tuck your elbows in and hug your knees.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You poke your head into the small crate-like elevator. It smelled like oldness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe this wasn't such a good idea?</span><br />&quot;No. It will work. I just need to have faith.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yes, faith! Faith could make a man fly if he believed hard enough.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to hastily climb in. It's a tight squeeze but you manage to get yourself inside without too much hassle.</span><br />&quot;Alright. I'll need the other components as well. I have faith. I have trust.... sort of. What was the last part?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try and remember the third component to the formula but eventually turn up with nothing.</span><br />&quot;Bah! I'm sure it'll be fine.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Two out of three wasn't bad so the odds weren't terrible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab hold of one of the ropes between your legs and test it. Pulling it lifted you slightly higher.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Obviously, that was the wrong rope. So you grip the other and begin to pull.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a few tugs you manage to lower the box a tiny bit. But hey, it works so that's good enough for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly but surely you begin to ascend. The box creaks with each tug, groaning under your weight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pretty soon you're encased in darkness and unable to see. Now you're more or less a mouse scuttling inside the walls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you descend you begin to grow tired. You're already several minutes in and you have no idea how far the bottom is. After another five you start consider that maybe you made a mistake.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you should have waited.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you're already halfway! Maybe. It may be even harder to go back the way you came. You must persist! Freedom was only a few tugs away!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;......</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It has been what feels like several hours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your arms can no longer pull. The tips of your fingers have withered away, leaving only your skeletal feelers. Your back hurts from being hunched over for so long. And you're pretty sure the crick in your neck will kill you.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're pretty sure you've gone insane, if you weren't already.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The darkness has become tangible. Crawling up your legs and wrapping itself around your waist, intimately.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's deathly hot. It's the kind of heat that bleaches bones white and makes you burn your bare feet on the concrete. Extremely unpleasant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't even form a thought. It could be that you simply stopped thinking as a way to cope with this suffering.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But a single word echoes in your collapsed mind. A question that'll haunt you for the rest of your life.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why the hell did you think this was a good idea?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You regret everything you've ever done. If this was punishment for your sins, it was a little cruel.</span><br />&quot;This must be similar to how convicts feel. Deprived of any freedom....void of any sunlight. Oh the horror..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your voice doesn't travel far, making it seem louder within the enclosed space.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right now, you are your only friend. And as far as you know, the last living creature in Equestria.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After all, you had no sense of time. So to you, it seemed fairly plausible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How long has Celestia been dead? No, she was still alive. She had to be. But would she still be in power? It could be that some other fellow took power years ago.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You entertain the idea of Celestia forced into hiding. Living in a hovel and barely staying alive. Her days of chair stealing and abduction completely over!</span><br />&quot;Ha!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You laugh aloud, jolting your body and causing the service elevator to shake.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now you're reminded that you're still in the elevator and not some world of your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eons have you spent imprisoned here. But no more!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You made a commitment all those years ago that you would escape this castle! Or at least that bedroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now isn't the time to quit. There are mares that need killing, and chairs that need sitting. You can't afford to sit on your ass, hunched over in an elevator between the walls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You once again take hold of the rope, age old dust falling from your revitalized arm and pull!</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're descending faster now. You can feel it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One, two. One, two! The elevator is practically plummeting from how fast you're pulling. Soon enough, you'll crash at the bottom and be free!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing has made you more committed in your entire life. A wellspring of potential energy was suddenly tapped in the darkness and now it powers you like a steam train with too much coal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to see light gently leak into the shaft and you become excited. Your palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy, but you persevere!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing can stop you. Your arms are fine instruments crafted by gods and your will is as sturdy as Troy's walls! Nothing is unobtainable. Your goal is within clear sight. Reach out and grasp it!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Light is filling the shaft and you can see out side for the first time in years. It's beautiful. Never before has there been a sight that has made you weep tears of joy. It feels like coming home.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hands are burning and your biceps threaten to tear themselves from your shoulders. But you don't stop. Not when the promise land is so close.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, at long last you reach the bottom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Weakly you climb out, shaking and frail. But the light kisses your face so sweetly. You did it, Anon. You are free.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You move to stand, but fear your knees may give out from under you. But you must at least try. Try and stand and bask in your freedom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually you are able and you stand tall on your own two feet and gaze upon the world around you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which is the room you just left.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia is sitting on the bed, her nose buried deep within the folds of a newspaper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;When I give you instructions I expect you to follow them.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice is low and sweet. But you can still hear the maleficence behind it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quickly whirl around and throw your gaze at the elevator. It looks just as it did when you left. Which was eight minutes ago.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You fall to your knees, utterly defeated.</span><br />&quot;Mark my words, Princess. I will have revenge for this trickery!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Trickery? Do you really think me that evil?&quot;</span><br /><br />&quot;Of course I do!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia recoils. She seems surprised and slightly hurt. But you don't care, you're only speaking the truth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She is the scorn of the virtuous. The caretaker of the damned. She is the death of hope!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It pains me that you think of me in that way. I had hoped we'd become friends, or at least you learned your place.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your place? You knew very well where your place is. And it sure as hell ain't here.</span><br />&quot;My place is out there!&quot; you say pointing to the window. &quot;I belong outside. Free to do as I please. Not confined to this cell you call a room. For God's sake you've barricaded the door! And that trick you pulled with the lift is just cruel!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You want me to allow you to roam the streets like some sort of wild animal? Anon, your being here is part of your domestication. As I said before you are mine and that's that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia raises her nose in the air, looking at you through half-lidded eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sets her newspaper down beside her and you suddenly feel something tug at your collar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your feet leave the ground as you move through the air, against your will. It isn't until you're brought before her that you see the magical golden glow of her horn. Damned thing, you'd like break it off.</span><br />&quot;Unhand me!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I would, if I had any hands.&quot; she remarks while waving her gold plated hoof in your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But eventually she lets you down and your feet hit the floor. You are now eye level, mostly because she is currently sitting on your bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll be frank with you, Anon. I didn't bring you here simply because I wanted a pet of the exotic variety.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Really? You assumed she abducted you because she had some weird thing for primates.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Like I said, I plan to use you.&quot;</span><br />&quot;And that entails?&quot; you ask while taking a seat beside her.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Some ponies need killing.&quot;</span><br />�<span class="co4">&gt;Ah there it is. You're to be her assassin.</span><br />&quot;You're the damned ruler of this nation. Kill them yourself.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a seat on the bed and lean back on your elbows.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's not that simple Anon. Though you've most likely lived under a rock these past years, Equestria's monarchy has been challenged. Young schoolcolts who feel their word should carry weight in my court. You give the ignorant knowledge and they bite the hoof that feeds them.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I don't understand. Why not just give them their bloody say and be done with it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia rolls her eyes, very unprincess like.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;They won't stop there. For years the peasantry- as well as nobility- have tried to push for democracy. An ideal that will lead this kingdom to ruin.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia was rubbing her head, tired from all the stress.</span><br />&quot;Ah I see. You don't want them to take away your power. You want to remain on top.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're confident in your claim. So much that you go as far as to adopt the smuggest smile you can muster.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The princess now looks guilty, her mouth folded into a frown and her brows slanted.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That is not the way of it. This isn't about my status as ruler or my desire to remain in power. It's about the whole of Equestria. What is needed for my subjects. They cannot govern themselves. They are too naive and childish. If I were to surrender control over to them they would lead the kingdom I've spent a thousand years forging into ruin. I only wish to protect them. From themselves. Ponies need somepony to guide them. Somepony wiser and more learned in the ways of the world. That is why I've come to you, Monster. Drown out these rebellious children. Purge the unfaithful from my kingdom.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia now gazes into your eyes with such intensity that you begin to struggle in your breathing. She was determined, devoted entirely to her ideal. Her resolution created an enormous shadow that loomed over you like great Death and embraced you. It made you want to do anything for her, and for that reason you were afraid.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stare unable to break your gaze from hers. She has you completely ensnared.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel your heart drum madly within your chest. Thump-thump-thump it cries. &quot;Let me out!&quot; it screams. It wants to escape this otherworldly experience. Retreat into more familiar atmospheres. Anywhere but the presence of Princess Celestia.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The both of you share a deep meaningful silence. Unspoken words shooting between you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But eventually you manage to break the silence when Celestia shifts her gaze to the window.</span><br />&quot;You can't think that to be true. You may be their ruler but you're not their god. You can't lead them forever. It has been a thousand years. I'm sure they've evolved to the point where their able to think for themselves entirely. Let them leave the nest already.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No. They are not ready.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Then when will they be ready?&quot; you counter.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Who knows? Possibly never. Which is why I must be there for them. And to do this I need you're help. I have seen how each one of them live their lives. So fleeting and uncaring. They're too kind. Unsuspecting of the evils around them. For star's sake they try and befriend dragons! They are self-destructive. They are good ponies Anon. I won't stand by and let a few rotten apples spoil the bunch.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roll over sighing, not wanting to face her anymore.</span><br />&quot;I have nothing to do with your politics. I am but a humble monster. I have no concept of greater good, I could care less about your country and its people. The world around me is susceptible to change, but I need not change with it in order to do as I please. But, I suppose I did agree to your proposal. And had I not I'd be sailing with spirits. But know this, Celestia. It takes a true monster to contract another to do their dirty work. It takes someone cunning, manipulative, and wise to influence those around them.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia erected herself, once again adopting her prideful airs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What are you implying?&quot; she asked sternly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wave your hand back and forth playfully.</span><br />&quot;Nothing. Though I hope you don't lose sight of your vision, then you'd be even worse than I.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's strange for you to think so, but in this moment Celestia looks exactly like you. Of course not physically, but spiritually? She is of course a monster, in her own right. Though she plays the role of the tragic hero, forced to make a sacrifice for the greater good. All the while having her lapdog perform the slaying.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But behind that sinister intent was genuine care and love for her people. A love that can never waver. Not even if the heavens opened up and commanded her to relinquish their lives.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Men aren't born with purpose. Same with pony folk and the like. We must all find our own purpose, our lot in life and role to play. Where you were a bit uncertain, Celestia knew one-hundred percent what her purpose was. To lead. To supervise her subjects for eternity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In that way you respected her. Celestia was a monster who hid from the shadows and walked in the light. Willing to do anything to preserve said light.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;However, monsters like her are dangerous. If left unchecked, their ambition may either decay or increase to gluttonous sizes. Celestia could be driven mad by her own purpose to the point where her frothing madness swallows the entirety of Equestria. And if that happened, how would you fulfill your own purpose?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She claims ponies are the ones who need supervision when really it is her that must be watched.</span><br />&quot;Very well then.&quot; you say rolling back over.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She still has that painfully lovely gaze that caresses your heart.</span><br />&quot;Ask whatever you may need of me. Consider your enemies my own.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A devilish smile that could frighten demons assumes her pristine face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But of course.&quot; she replies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She also hesitates which is uncharacteristic of her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thank you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That was strange. You could be wrong, but you're sure you see gratitude under that nefarious intent of hers. You don't get to comment on it as she stands. Her wings unfurled and her mane begins to flow like the wild currents of the sea.</span><br />&quot;So what's the first order of business?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The death of Lady Penelope.&quot;</span><br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You exhale, your breath fleeing from your insides and into the cold night air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once again you stalk the night, feeling at home.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're practically bursting with excitement as you make your way to Canterlot's very own cloud district. It wasn't often that you visited, but each time you did you found exquisite pleasures.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's the same with tonight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lady Penelope, wife of a noble who is currently away. Recently she has been organizing meets with the peasantry in an attempt to plant the seeds of revolution. Supposedly she is very beautiful. Coat a pure platinum and mane of glistening ivory.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shiver as you stand out side the gates to her estate. Haughty iron bars stand between you and the inside. For most this gate would be a test of conviction. To give you the sense that you won't be able to go back should you cross them. However this is pointless for you. After all, you could never go back. Wherever 'back' was.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From the pocket of your over coat you retrieve the key given to you by Her Majesty. A literal key to the city.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle as you slide it into the lock. The only thing that'd make this moment perfect is if the key were comically oversized.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The gate opens with a loud 'ca-clunk' and you push ever so slightly on it and peek into the mansion grounds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's night and hard to see which makes it a bit difficult to truly appreciate the lavish garden that was the front lawn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try and muffle your footsteps as you make your away across the cobblestone. You tip toe as cautiously as a cat, making your way through the mansion grounds until your hugging the walls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The front door is next to you, risen by some stairs. But you can't possibly just take the front door. Well you could, but it wouldn't be tasteful. You have to do this by the book. Sneak into a window or something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look up and scan the second floor for and accessible windows.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sure enough there's door open on the balcony. That's your way in, you just need to find a way to reach it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn and reach into your bag. It just so happens that you have a grappling hook in your inventory. Celestia made sure to send you in with appropriate tools.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've never used a grappling hook before, but you figured it'd be simple. All you really have to do is latch it onto the balcony rails. you lengthen the rope in your hands before twirling the hook. Then it flies from your hand in an underhanded motion, knocking against the balcony floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now you pull carefully, trying to guide it to the rails. It grabs hold and you give the rope a might tug to test it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Success. Now all you need to do is figure out how to climb a rope. But you figure that too would be easy enough. You grab the rope and place your boots on the wall. Slowly you begin your ascent.</span><br />&quot;Right, left, maintain breath. Stay out of sight and avoid death.&quot; you say in a very hushed drone.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Climbing is a lot harder than you thought. It takes stamina and strength that you're slightly lacking at the moment. But you persevere. Only a few more paces.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually you pull yourself over the balcony and rest. The weather is getting to you. If you stay out here any longer you'll catch your death of cold.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You immediately look towards the warm glow within the house. The only thing standing in between you and it is a light curtain flapping in the breeze.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Quickly you pull up the rope and bundle it beside the rails and slowly move towards the door. Your footsteps are muffled and your breath is ever so calm. You were meant for this. This lurking in the shadows. Shadows cast by Celestia's radiant light.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly and carefully you pull away the curtain and peer inside. There is a fireplace, much fancier than yours, a very ornate lounge chair, and a desk. It truly looks like the home of nobility. You're even jealous the wallpaper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There was no one around, or so it seemed. And so you step in.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The flames in the fire place seem to startle at your sudden presence. And rightfully so. For only the flames knew what your intentions were, yet they could tell no one. They can only attempt and hiss and crackle their warnings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now that you were inside you perceived a better sight of the room. The walls were lined with books. Some as ancient as the princess and newer than the sixth season.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pussyfoot around for awhile, taking in everything completely until you're ready to move on. Supposedly there were only three ponies in the house. Lady Penelope, her son Telemachus, and their head maid. This would make it easier to move about.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Moving over to the door leading into the hall, you hug your right cheek to its frame. You listen for a moment until reaching for the door knob. You pull gently, not wanting the creak in the door to be too loud.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You poke your head into the hall and hear a voice from one end of the hall. A voice like falling ice and crunching snow. It makes you shiver.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ms. Bonnet, could you come here for a moment please.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes ma'am!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The second voice came from the other end, from behind a corner. You hear hoofsteps begin to round the corner in a hurry and you peel back into the study. You wait until the hooves past by you, then fade from hearing. Then you look out again to emerge from the study.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You follow the sound of conversation, a door that's now wide open and revealing a bedroom. Inching closer you pick up their conversation. The frosty voice- who you assumed was Lady Penelope, your delightful target- spoke first.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thank you Miss. I shan't be needing you any longer tonight.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, if it's alright with you ma'am, I'd like to be going.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh? Rushing off somewhere?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ehh....yes ma'am. See, my brother has been sick for almost five weeks now. I try to be with him as much as I can.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You come to a stop by the door. You were close enough now to even hear their breathing. Without a sound you hug the wall by the door, making sure they can't see you.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah I see. Well then I shouldn't keep you any longer. Give my regards to your parents.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Will do ma'am. And you have yourself a good night. I'll be here in the morning around nine.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear the maid begin to shuffle her hooves and turn to leave when she is stopped by the lady.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh and Ms. Bonnet.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, ma'am?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There was a brief moment of silence between the two. As if both of them paused to read each other's expressions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;They found another victim last night. Ms. Heartstrings....&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel a tingle run up your spine and you're force to give a smile. It always pleases you to hear others talk about your work.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh yes ma'am I heard. Such a tragedy. She played beautifully...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That she did. My husband and I once attended a show of hers. I can remember feeling my heart ache as she strummed through entire lives worth of emotion. A talented mare she was.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two go silent again. Maybe reflecting on the mare that used to be Lyra Heartstrings. It does you good to know that people cared for her so. For you also cared for her. She was beautiful as she received your gift. In that moment you had thought you found love, only to have it fade with the light in her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lady Penelope speaks up again, this time adopting a more positive tone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do be careful Ms. Bonnet. Stay on the main road. Avoid the dark. Or Canterlot's own monster will snatch you up in his fangs.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She wasn't wrong. But Ms. Bonnet will have to wait. You make a mental note of the name as you wait outside in silence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thank you ma'am. So like you to worry about the peasantry.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear hoofsteps coming your way and you duck into the shadows by the door. Ms. Bonnet strides down the long hall before disappearing behind the corner. You listen to the clip-clop of her hooves fade out completely before you exhale.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you're motionless still. You don't move a muscle until you hear the door downstairs close with a thud.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now was the time.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slither into the room. A comfy space that resonated an air of peace. It was like sleeping in your mother's room when you were home sick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lady Penelope sits in a rocking chair that faced the window. Your footsteps are as light as air and you move like the looming clouds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From behind Penelope looks like a painting. A lone mare calmly gazing at the night sky. Her mane a stark white and her coat a monochrome grey. She's in her evening gown, a modest white ghostly sheet that covers her from neck to hoof.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even from this limited observation you can tell she's quite lovely. A beauty who stands above most common mares. It makes you happy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watch her for awhile, not really eyeing her for anything in particular. But it was sometimes nice to observe those who would fall your victim. You like to watch them in their last moments. Before they succumb to the mind wracking fear that was their imminent doom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lady Penelope hums gently. A warm song on winds from the East. It fills you with thoughts of love and awe, something that had become very rare for you these days.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After awhile you step up and clear your throat. The chair immediately stops rocking, as well as her angelic humming. You could feel her breath hitch in her throat and see her hooves grip the arms of her chair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She see's you. In the reflection of the window. You loom over her like a great giant of shadow and umbra.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her head slowly turns to you, her bespectacled jewel-like eyes staring into your manic lookers.</span><br />&quot;Hello.&quot; you say pleasantly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You place your arms behind your back and put on the biggest smile you can muster.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's still frightened by you. You can see this in the way her eyes trace your monstrous figure. She see's you as a minotaur, yet your knees weren't backwards and your head was that of a hairless monkey. She recoils in horror and you love it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What are you doing in my home?&quot; she asks as calmly as she can manage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give a shallow bow and lock your eyes on hers.</span><br />&quot;Working.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She is perplexed. You watch as she tries to unravel what that would mean. When she finds no answer she asks,</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What labor have you in my home at this hour? Begone! I don't know who you are, but I will see you in prison for intruding on my property!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stands and rounds her window side chair, her eyes burning hot coals. But you can tell it's all a front.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her knees quiver and her breathing is substantially uneven.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Most didn't try and put up a fight. Most mares would immediately flee or catch the smell of your murderous intent and beg for their life. But not Lady P-e-n-e-l-o-p-e!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She is a noble mare. One with pride! So stern and steadfast. It makes you a bit giddy.</span><br />&quot;And if I refuse?&quot; you call to her.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watch as her gaze begins to dart all around the room; she's trying to find any focal point that isn't you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You love when they try and ignore you. As if you'd simply go away if they didn't have to look at you. Some are actually surprised when you pounce on them, wholeheartedly believing you had vanished.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wait. I know what you are....&quot; Penelope says in a frightened whisper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She begins to back away. So you advance, your boots hitting the hard wood floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're The Ripper!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You clap, a sound of thunder ricocheting off the walls.</span><br />&quot;Bravo! You've figured it out! Congratulations!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Penelope's flank hits the window and she gasps aloud.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why? Why have you come for me!? Don't you know who I am!?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tries to adopt a more intimidating and proud speech, but it fails to impact you.</span><br />&quot;Someone wants you dead, Ms. Penelope. And I've been employed to make sure that happens.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Employed...? By whom? Who could possibly want me dead? The nobility? That damned Prince Blueblood isn't it?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head.</span><br />&quot;No. But close. She doesn't take too kindly to you and your husband trying to force her the Magna Carta.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Penelope's eyes go wide. Wider than a baby's. Her mouth hangs open, but only slightly. Just enough so that you can see her perfectly white teeth.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You don't mean... No! She would never!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh but she would! She told me herself in that damned condescending voice of hers. Apparently Equestria is no place for democracy. Or so she says. Personally I would have supported the idea. But when one offers you a choice that's completely one-sided, you can't do much to help.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're lying! You sinful deceiver! Our princess would never order such a thing! She is kind... Too benevolent to allow such a thing!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You throw your head back in thought. She was right, in a way.</span><br />&quot;Precisely. She is kind, which is why she's doing this. Most kind. She's looking out for you all in the long run. Or so she says. She claims to be such a know-it-all, but I think she just can't handle being deposed. Regardless, she gave me a job I must carry out.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach into your coat and wrap your hands around your beloved dagger. Pulling it out, the blade glimmers in the lamp light of the room. Cold steel that would pierce the Lady Penelope's warm beating heart.</span><br />&quot;Are you ready, ma'am?&quot; you say mimicking Ms. Bonnet.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You stay away from me! You....You monster!&quot; she shouts while trying to find an escape. But she cannot. She is trapped like a tiny animal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ah there it is. Every mare's last words. It always comes so sweet from the lips of women and mares. It makes you shiver. And for it to come from someone such as her, it was pure bliss. Never have you thought in a thousand years you'd feel such ecstasy. The only thing that could increase this joy is if she begs.</span><br />&quot;I suppose I could spare you. On a humble favor.&quot; you say, thumbing the blade held tightly in your hand.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Penelope's old and watery eyes look up at you in desperate curiosity.</span><br />&quot;Your maid, Ms. Bonnet. Where does she live?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mare shudders. Her eyes become hateful, burning with Vulcan's forge. She grinds her teeth with ten pounds of pressure, wanting to gnaw you to the bone.</span><br /><br />&quot;Her life for yours. How about it? I think it's a fair deal. After all, she's just a peasant girl. A maid born to wait on you hand and foot. Well, hoof in your case.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Penelope puts up a front, once again trying to intimidate you. So you move closer with your blade pointing straight at her.</span><br />&quot;No?&quot; you ask again.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Only when you are half a foot away from her does she relent. Her fury is replaced by pure fear as she stares into your maddened eyes. She cowers under you, losing her battle with distress.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He breath is ragged, hardly keeping pace at all. It sounds like a wounded animal, struggling to endure pain. Finally she speaks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Very well... I will tell you. Just please, don't steal me from this world!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This time your own eyes explode open in excitement.</span><br />&quot;Well?&quot; you say impatiently. It comes out like a long spread of butter over toast.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She and her family take residence in lower Canterlot. On Sunset Avenue.... House 283...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lady Penelope collapses in on herself. You watch as her eyes implode like a star and form an endless pit of despair. You wonder what that feels like.</span><br />&quot;Thank you.&quot; you say kindly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then your blade finds itself ramming through her fur and shattering her skin as you drive it deeper and deeper. Penelope cries out in great high pitched wails that mimic howling phantoms. Her pupils shrink to the size of atoms and her mouth hangs open in a perpetual scream of terror and pain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She grabs you, not knowing what to do with her body now that it has been taken from her. Though she was nearly gone, she looked into your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your dark swirling eyes were often the last thing your mares ever saw. And they were driven mad by it. In their deaths they would roam the underworld, insane and dumb. For they beheld a beast more frightening than any legend or fable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her grip begins to weaken around you as you push deeper and deeper. Blood is now spilling from her wound and elegantly pooling around the hilt. Her blood caresses your hand gently, giving you its warmth.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then her body falls to the floor with a crashing sound, pulling itself off your dagger. Blood now messied her night gown. Staining it a bright crimson that darkened at the touch of air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You back away and gaze at Penelope's corpse. So beautiful and still. Tranquil to the point of never moving again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You exhale deeply, loving the feeling of your own breath. It felt very nice to breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Continuing your pleasant breathing you bend down and lift Penelope's night gown to place your eyes on her flank.</span><br />&quot;A weighing scale. How fitting. I wish I could see the world you and your friends were hoping to build.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand, wiping the blood from your blade when you hear the door behind you open a bit wider. You glance over your shoulder to see a young stallion.</span><br />&quot;I had forgotten about him..&quot; you say under your breath.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn to him so that you may get a good look at him. Telemachus. He was young. About fifteen? A hushed tone of brown that melded with his almond mane. His eyes are bright with rage, like a maddened bull he hones in on you. The man standing over his deceased mother.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh in annoyance. Killing males wasn't your favorite activity. But he saw your face, so he must be eliminated.</span><br />&quot;What is it boy? Never seen a member of the working class before?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The youngling says nothing. Just then you notice the spear he held in his magical grasp. A unicorn. That was odd, considering his mother was a pegasus.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without a word he charges you, two red giants burning in his saucer-like eyeballs. He howls like a locomotive as he sprints towards you. But from the beginning he stood no chance. Not against you anyhow. In the end you suppose it's his fault. He shouldn't have saw you. He shouldn't have wandered in here.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You dodge under the spear and close in on him with unnatural speed. Before the colt can register anything your grabbers are already wrapped around his neck. Using his momentum you pivot on your foot, turning and hurling him out of the window behind you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's unclear where this unnatural strength comes from. Or why it manifests within you. But you know how to use it to your advantage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The colt crashes through the window, cursing you as he plummets to the hard ground below. You look out on the windowsill, witnessing his mangled body. He could still be alive. You sigh again.</span><br />&quot;This isn't going very well. Monsters are supposed to be efficient. That horse may give me Hell for this...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You casually step over Penelope's body and rush into the hall. Finding the stairs, you seem to glide down them with ease, finding yourself at the front door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you open the door, the cool air hits you like a heavyweight boxer. It takes a few moments for you to shake old man winter off before stepping outside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Making round the manor grounds you come up on Telemachus' body. Yes he's still alive. Which only made more trouble for you. There was no joy in killing stallions, but you do it out of duty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He doesn't get the chance to curse you one final time as your heel violently crushes his wind pipe. You grind your boot into his throat for good measure before turning on it and making to leave.</span><br />&quot;This all could have gone better. I should have locked the door. Her husband will be heartbroken. Not only his wife but his son as well....&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head as you exit out the gate, not looking back. You expect to be hounded for this blunder when you get back.</span><br />~A Princess' Monster~<br /><span class="br0">&#91;</span>Part III<span class="br0">&#93;</span><br />|Reward|<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Icy cold waters snatch you from your sleep, dragging you into the waking world without any mercy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gasp, an act that feels like you've just taken your first breath. Your vision is blurry and you can't quite make out the moving mass in front of you. But it is white.</span><br />&quot;Bloody hell woman. Is this really necessary?&quot; you say harshly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sound of your own voice is like sandpaper grinding against wood.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As your vision clears you become able to make out the room around you. Ancient cobblestone walls that stack high above your head and hard cold floors beneath you. No windows or any hope of sunshine.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your wrists are aching and also above your head. You look up to see you are hanging by a chain. And you are also naked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia's presence also stirs you further into wakeness. It is powerful, drawing sleep out of you like a vampire.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Rise and shine Monster.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice is an angel's laugh. Yet carrying the tone of devils.</span><br />&quot;Why am I been tied up? Explain yourself!&quot; you try and sound threatening. But all you can manage to do is cough up the words.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I am Princess; I may do as I please. And presently it pleased me to string you up in chains. It's a fitting look for you, bound and helpless like a wild beast.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She moves closer now, very close. Her breath carries the scent of honey and dreams. Her soft azure eyes stare into your own and you feel your heart flutter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia gently runs a cold gold-plated hoof down your bare chest, evoking shivers through your suspended frame.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I must commend you on your work last night. Real horror show. But did you really have to take the life of her son?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roll your head, trying to remember all recent events.</span><br />&quot;It was out of my control. He saw me and attacked. It was self defense, you understand.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;He saw you?&quot; she says condescendingly. &quot;And here I thought you were professional.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs, her warm breath heating your chest.</span><br /><br />&quot;It was an error in judgement. I treated it as a game and took my time with her, I was careless.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make no excuse, there'd be no point in doing so. At the end of the day it was still mission accomplished.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you can see Celestia is still unsatisfied. For a moment she pouts, poking out her bottom lip like some sort of child. Then she relaxes and smiles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Regardless, you did well. You've eradicated this thorn in my side, the first of many.&quot; she says pleasantly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then she leaned into your ear, her soft fur brushing against your neck and her body heat nearly evaporating the water cascading down your body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You've pleased me greatly, my monster.&quot; she whispers gently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice takes the sweetness of sugar and intoxicating lure of wine and combines the two. It makes your heart jump for joy though you'd never admit that to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She doesn't move. Celestia remains in your ear, drawing slight breaths that seem to steal the air from the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;As a reward, I shall bestow upon you the company of a particular mare.&quot; she coos.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia backs away, her eyes half-lidded and lips parted in an incredibly alluring grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A gift from your master! Oh no doubt you must be excited~! Go on then, show your excitement.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're confused to say the least. Not to mention her constant insistence that you were some sort of pet agitated you. Yet here you are, tied up like some beast. There is a fine distinction between a monster and a beast; such treatment of a proud monster is disgusting and deplorable. You deserve better damn it!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you can even protest you feel your heart catch fire. A fire that quickly spreads all throughout your body and binds your being to the very core of the erupting sun!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look down, seeing the black sun branded onto you shining brighter than fire. Then it stops, returning your breath and sense of mind. You hang your head and dangle from your arms like a prisoner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Let's try that again. Show your excitement.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh this mare as evil. Rotten to the core! On Earth or Equestria there is no greater villainy than her!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you know it she is circling you like some sort of hungry shark. You hardly notice it, but you're sure you saw her flash a crooked lopsided smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Go on then Monster. Show your excitement for your master's gift.&quot; she says, coming up behind you to nibble at your ear. &quot;It will amuse me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You crane your neck to the side in order to look behind you. Your mad eyes are dim in the dark stone room you two occupy. But no doubt she sees the venomous fire in them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She returns your gaze with her own infernal stare. She's having fun with this, so much fun that she'd be loathed to stop now. She's almost hoping you'll resist more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you reject her the fun she wants and start to play along. You want this over as soon as possible. And well, you were also somewhat excited about this 'gift'.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well?&quot; she asks expectantly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You manage to choke out a few words.</span><br />&quot;I am very excited for the gift you have brought for me. With each second I grow more and more curious.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your spitefulness seems to have the opposite effect on her. She's now happily striding around you to look you in the face once again, that damned smile never leaving her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's more like it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia's horn begins to brighten the room, revealing more of it. Terrible torture devices are scattered across the dark cell, each carrying stories as old and horrid as yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're going to love it. Though I'm not sure you really deserve it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your attention is drawn behind her, to a table placed along the wall. There was a pony strapped in leather bindings that held them neatly in place. As the light of Celestia's horn increased you could see that it was a mare. Shivers immediately run up your naked body and you begin to subconsciously salivate the moment you realized who it was.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was Ms. Bonnet; Lady Penelope's hoofmaid.</span><br /><br />&quot;How did you know?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your voice leaves you like a mudslide, ugly and thick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia only hums as she begins to unchain your wrists. You fall to the floor, weak kneed and unsure if you can stand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sun princess towers above you, as she did when you first met. From the floor she looks to be giant. Exaggerated by the world around her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She kneels down to you, placing a hoof on your curved back. It's comforting, like being held in the arms of a mother.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Come.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's all she says as you feel a force move you to your feet. You're not sure if it's your own will or hers that compels you to move, but you do so without hesitation. She leads you over to the table where Ms. Bonnet lay bound and asleep. Your heart leaps for joy in your chest, wanting to implode on itself from sheer excitement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hunch over the table, taking in the sight completely. The mare before you is very beautiful, even more so than she was last night. Her sleeping form was a painting of the planar beings. Slightly curled lips that bloomed bright red like roses. Gently lidded eyes that shield her sight from the waking world. Long thick shimmering mane that seems to wrap her in a soft blanket of obsidian. Her coat a faded brown, each strand of hair a delicate blade of grass that mimics a pasture in the wind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel the arm intoxicating breath of Celestia down your neck and you nearly collapse. Your breathing becomes ragged and you struggle to form coherent thoughts. Great alabaster wings wrap around your form and she rubs up against you, lowering her head on top of yours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She is very beautiful, yes? A living example that gods trifle with mortals. She is my gift to you, my monster. Go ahead, enjoy yourself.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia's right wing motions to an assortment of tools on the side of the table. Each a doctor's instrument used for surgery and autopsy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could get used to these kind of gifts. It's almost as if you were beginning to be won over by this mad princess.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You instantly reach for the scalpel, a fine rounded blade that can elegantly get the job done. Oh but you want to take your time. This is a very rare opportunity after all. You will milk this for all its worth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ms. Bonnet's bare chest is presented to you, slowly rising up and down rhythmically. So peaceful and gentle, like a pleasant morning in the summer home.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You once again feel Celestia. She's so warm, burning even. It's enough to make you sweat, you can practically feel the smile she's wearing on her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Go on then.&quot; she coos into your ear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a moment there is only the sound of your ragged breath, but that soon calms to a slow calculated inhale. It mixes with the helpless mare's own breath and in that moment you become one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You carefully apply slight pressure on the scalpel and the skin beneath the fur hastily parts. So do Ms. Bonnet's eyelids. Her eyes dart open, suddenly feeling the sharp pain of being cut open. Her back arches and she begins to cry out. It takes awhile for her to completely regain her vision but when she does she sees only you and the towering demon behind you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;W-what is this! Where am I!?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't respond, neither does Celestia. In your mind there is only ecstasy, a release of powerful romantic urges that rapture your body into heaven.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cut deeper, allotting a terror filled scream that cries into the darkness of wherever you are. She squirms under you, struggling against her bindings, trying with all her might to escape. But she does not and she cannot. She is completely and utterly helpless.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She struggles through the pain of being slowly cut open. You slide the scalpel downward, leaving her chest and cutting through her soft skin until stopping below her stomach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neon red blood seeps out of the gash that divides her. You pull the scalpel away and inspect the wound. Your amazed by how easy it was and how you felt little resistance.</span><br />&quot;Amazing!&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia chuckles behind you, leaning in closer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Her eyes are very beautiful. It would be a shame to let them be buried along with her. Why not take one?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shiver and no doubt she feels it. Celestia begins pushing up against you, forcing you to impose yourself over the helpless mare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tears are freely flowing like rapid rivers down Ms. Bonnet's beautiful face. Tears that fall from her miraculous auburn eyes that can thaw ice with their warmth. You'd be lying if you said you didn't want one. So you move the scalpel to the giant orbs embedded in her skull.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They plead with you, trying to worm their way into your own maddened bull eyes that strike like great Chernabog.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You exhale with a shudder. That's it. That pained helpless gaze that you love so very very much. Oh how it makes your heart soar higher than the clouds~!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia can feel your excitement as she traces a stray hoof down between your legs. She bites at your ear, egging you on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Go on..&quot; she says almost inaudibly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ms. Bonnet struggles even more, throwing her head in circles of grief. She screams and shouts, trying her best to alert anybody, somebody! But no one comes to her rescue. The damned cry out for salvation and freedom from their torment, but never does the light of god shine on them. This was no different. For no matter how loudly she cried or how pitifully she protested, no one would come from her. This thought excites you even more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia's magic then locks her head in place, insuring that the mare can gaze upon you in absolute horror. This is what you were made for! This moment of pure bliss and excitement, this is your purpose! Never have you felt so alive!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You inch the scalpel closer, her pinpricked eyes spewing great floods of tears. Your breath is calm, your muscles tensed, and your mind undergoing great throws of pleasure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No...&quot; the mare whispers, a quake in her sweet voice. &quot;No! Please! I'll do anything if only for you to stop this madness! Please I beg of you!&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now there was certainly no stopping you. You're pushed over the edge, it'd be a crime to stop now!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hitch your breath as you puncture the mare's eye and she unleashes an incredible howl that blows through the room like a might storm. The pain and sorrow that plagues this mare's body is absolute! Nothing is as comparable to this utter anguish and drama!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hunch over her, feeling something grip you between your legs. Celestia grinds herself into you, exhaling into your ear. She pushes you forward, encouraging you- no- ordering you to press forward.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You penetrate the mare's skull further with your scalpel, a metaphor that sends you rolling in your own perverted mind. You twist the blade, causing her a sharp mind splitting pain that manifests in her cries that become ugly croaks and throaty sounds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You push deeper and her shouts increase in volume. There is nothing else but her world shattering prayer for death to shatter her soul!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia's grip around you tightens, working her way up and down. Her wings expand, each feather separating itself and fanning the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear her devilishly soft tone in your head and for a moment everything around you fades into pleasure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This is your reward, my monster. Serve me and you shall know this pleasure every night. Should you deny me, you will be the one strapped to this table. Do not forget, Anon. You are mine. Your body, mind, soul, all objects for my pleasure and will. You have no sense of self, there is only what I allow you to have. Your world is mine, everything you value will be replaced by what I value. You are a beast. Something to be owned and dominated. Do not ever lose sight of that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You jam the scalpel deep into the mare's eye socket as you howl into the air, arching your back and feeling your body become wracked with an indescribable ecstasy. Your mind runs from you, gayfully fleeing into the unknown and you're unsure if you'll ever reclaim it.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You collapse on top of the mare beneath you, who has stopped moving Your faces smears the blood seeping out of the vertical cut on her stomach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia still looms over you like an animal, now satisfied.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your breathing is hardly returning to normal and you can't stop the immense quivering in your knees. It feels like every muscle in your being was just put to the test.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open your eyes, not realizing they had been closed. You can see Ms. Bonnet's mouth hung open in an eternal scream of terror. It pleases you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you recuperate you feel Celestia's weight move from you. She's no longer hunched over you but standing again on all fours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her horn glows, shattering the darkness that engulfed the room around you. Like an explosion, light ripples through the room, combating the darkness and driving it into corners. In an instant the chamber around you is revealed to be your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The same white walls, floors, and ceiling. To your surprise, it was day. Around the evening.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The princess moves to open the large window by the bed, allowing a warm breeze to waft into the chamber.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe it's due to your current state of post coitus bliss, but you begin to marvel at the mare who overlooked her kingdom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had known her to be beautiful, sure. Everyone in the world recognizes her as the epitome of beauty. But you feel as though you're peering beyond that shallow observation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The first time you felt it is when you first met. When her presence nearly forced you into submission in an instant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It isn't only her physical beauty that attracts you. But her power, her wisdom, will and conviction. Princess Celestia as a whole is someone you could only dream of!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And best of all. She is a complete and total monster. Right down to her core. She is your kin. It's more apparent now than it was last night. She's in a completely different league.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Monsters like her are meant for only one thing. To rule over lesser beings and govern the world.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In this brief moment you envy her. You are somewhat humbled by her. You realize that she is your ultimate goal, to be like her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Princess Celestia is the monster you wish to be. But gazing at her now, you doubt if you'd ever can ever achieve such status. It's a hell of a climb.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia peers at you out of the corner of her eye. You must look like some pathetic mongrel hunched over this corpse. Regardless she smiles, one that is no longer sinister, but pleasant and refreshing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This mare is very strange. One minute she's completely dominating the situation, the next she's just a princess who likes all things sunshine and rainbows. A constant shift of light and dark that fits her perfectly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You move to stand, still trying to recover. As you do so Celestia levitates a bathrobe over to you. You take it and feel its softness brush against your skin. It was remarkably similar to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There is no more work for you today, my monster. You are free all afternoon and you may keep the body as well.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia points her hoof at the bloody table. That's nice her.</span><br />&quot;What of you? Shouldn't you be getting back? How long have you've been here anyhow?&quot; you say, slipping on the robe.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The princess cocks her head in thought at the question. Seemingly unsure on where she's currently placed on her schedule.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Dusk is in a few more minutes. Afterwards I must prepare for your next job. Or....&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you can even literally blink Celestia is before you, staring down the well of your eyes. She takes your chin in her hoof gently and leans in close.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I could stay here and have you entertain me a bit more. What say you, hmmm?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're speechless for a second before you hastily back away. You're not falling for her wiles!</span><br />&quot;I cannot say. Do what you want, you're the boss.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She seems to approve. For she gives a sly smirk and gestures to herself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why yes. I am.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then turns to you and makes for the window. You honestly can't help but eye the sway of her hips as she retreats.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Food will be up for you soon. As well as somepony I'd like you to meet. I have faith that you two will get along nicely.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you can inquire about who it is you were to meet she takes off through the window. you rush after her, hitting your palms against the windowsill. Like a falling star Celestia fastly glides to the ground to disappear inside another keep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You will never say it out loud, but although the heavy air is lifted, you kind of hate to see her go so suddenly.</span><br />&quot;Not even a goodbye kiss. How rude..&quot; you complain.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;But now with her gone there was nothing to entertain you. All you have is a corpse that will most likely bore you within the hour. And you still need a bath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You groan as you throw yourself onto your bed and roll around for a few moments before stopping.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Boredom is already slithering into your being and you can't even hope to combat it. Very unpleasant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You opt to wait a while. Then a while longer. Then you wait until you're driven to the brink of madness. And just as you were about to tear yourself limb from limb with boredom, the door to your room opens with a long creak.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You snap your eyes forward, eyeing the door as it slowly moved open to reveal a purple hoof step inside.</span><br />&quot;Be weary of entering my room. I am very agitated and may pounce!&quot; you shout. Though you were only half joking.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hoof does not move for awhile and you begin to consider if it were even there at all. Then the door opens wider, revealing a face you've only seen in papers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A violet mare. The kind of shade that matches the time between day and night. She's an alicorn, same horn and wing combo as Celestia, though she's a lot shorter. Her bangs hang low, covering her eyes. She's wearing a deep frown that seemed droopier than syrup.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know this mare, the pink highlight of her mane gives her away immediately.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She enters your room, her head held high. Deathly serious and swaying her backside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stops before you, spreading her wings to emphasize her presence. You gaze at her with only slight interest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With her so close there was no mistaking it. She's no imposter. This is Princess Twilight Sparkle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous,&quot; her voice sounds like a lilacs dancing in the breeze. &quot;It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Twilight Sparkle, your new associate.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Associate?&quot; you say with a frown, you do your best to match hers.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes. We're going to be working together from now on.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her smile doesn't leave her face and you still can't make eye contact with her. The only thing you have to focus your gaze her is small rounded horn.</span><br />&quot;You tell that witch that I am not interested. I don't need a partner, I am perfectly capable on my own.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn over and face away from her, no longer interested in what she has to say.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Princess Celestia disagrees. And seeing as how poorly you handled your first assignment, I would say it warrants cause for supervision on your missions.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight holds her head even higher, her frown slowly creeping into a smile.</span><br />&quot;Supervision? Blow it out your ass. If she wants to keep an eye on me then maybe she should do it her own damned self. I have no need for taskmasters or babysitters. Begone with you!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wave your hand dismissively. You weren't about to be subjected to that kind of humiliation. Not even by the mare you've practically given ownership of yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's impossible for you to see but Twilight's frown drops into a mean snarl, but only for an instant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't think you should be so quick to pack me off. After all, I'm kinda your boss now.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn over to see her lull her head in a smile.</span><br />&quot;What?&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mmhm. Technically you work for me as well as Celestia. And judging how the princess and I are practically equal, it lends itself to reason that-&quot;</span><br />&quot;Equal?&quot; you interrupt.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight's bangs seem to lift from her face and for the first time you can see her eyes. They are clouded and murky like muddy water. They shift between a fiery purple and icy blue.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's right equal. As both of us are princesses, we are equal. She said so herself. And believe me I actually had a hard time believing it myself.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit up, your interest piqued again. You move closer to Twilight to look her over and to generally get a 'feel' of her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though she is a princess, she feels nothing like one. There is no profound perception of her presence. She doesn't impose herself onto others. There is no stifling air of intimidation and submission that follows her. No. She's just some mare with wings and a horn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Equals. Ha!</span><br />&quot;You are equal in only one respect. You're both incredibly idiotic. Now go away, you're disturbing me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get up and brush past the violet alicorn and begin to make your way over to the corpse on the table. But as you near it your chest begins to burst with a magnificent bright light.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Followed by a sharp stabbing pain that spreads throughout your upper body, causing you to fall over and carefully draw your breaths.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The black sun across your heart sets fire to your entire being and you call out in terror and pain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight now strides over to you, her hooves being the only thing you can see.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You should probably be a littler nicer. Celestia is aware of every move you make.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The burning doesn't stop and you're forced to endure the immeasurable heat that circulates within in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight then makes her way over to Ms. Bonnet's body, disgusted with your handiwork. She turns to you, he bangs once again shielding her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now, first order of business. We're taking a trip to Manehattan.&quot;</span></div></div>
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<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br />~A Princess' Monster~<br /><span class="br0">&#91;</span>Part II<span class="br0">&#93;</span><br />|Employment|<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wiggle your toes as you open your eyes to the blinding light.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Immediately you sit up, clutching the covers in your shaking heads.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your breath is ragged and your hair a mess, and you feel a slight sickness in your stomach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you aren't dead. So that's something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look over your body, trying to find any scars or wounds. To your relief you find nothing. You are totally unharmed. You think.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shaking your head you try to remember everything that happened.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You came home late at night after a kill. Nothing was out of the ordinary was it? You try harder to remember but when your brain turns up nothing you become frustrated.</span><br />&quot;I know there was something..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your own voice somewhat surprises you. As if you shouldn't be able to speak at all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now you looked around the room you were in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;White. Nothing but white. White walls, white floors and ceilings. White furniture. It hurt your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pulling the sheets off you, you turn in the bed, placing your bare feet onto the cold alabaster floor. You shiver as you stand, your loose pajamas cascading down your body.</span><br />&quot;I don't remember changing. And where the hell am I..?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sleep still has its groggy handlers on you as you move away from the bed in an attempt to escape it. You make towards the vanity in the corner of the large room. It's a very quaint little piece of furniture. Lined with golden curls, resembling French Rococo.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't sit, instead you lean in on your palms to look at yourself in the mirror.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's old, so old you have to wipe away the dust with your sleeve.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually you create a surface you can see yourself with and look over yourself once again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing was wrong with your face, thank God. And nothing else seemed out of the ordinary.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then why can't you remember? Why is it that you awoke here with a memory gap?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dammit, you deserve answers!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You spend a little time making angry faces in the mirror, smearing your visage all over it. This vanity will know your displeasure in being here!</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But soon enough you tire of playing games with yourself and you turn away. But as you do so, you catch something looming across your chest, poking its head out of your loose pajama top.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lean back in for another look. It was on the left side of your chest and curved like some sort of tendril.</span><br />&quot;Strange..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slowly pull at the neckline to expose your chest and what greets you sends you rocking back in slight horror.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There on your chest is a charred black sun. Its blackness like the deepest chasm and as ugly as sin. You remember almost immediately. This was her doing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You run your finger over it and you instantly tense. There was a pain that pulsated throughout you at the touch. It feels like the pain reached its cold bony hands into your chest and grasped your heart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She has placed her mark on you. She wasn't kidding when she said she'd make you hers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you didn't know that meant her scarring your body! How dare she!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stomp away from mirror and make a straight line for the door. Someone is going to get a very stern talking to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You place your hand on the cold door knob and prepare to yank the door open. And you almost break an arm, for the door was stuck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The door rattles as you continue to pull on it, but it doesn't budge.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you opt to try two hands and give it a mighty tug. Again the door doesn't yield.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin pulling with all your might. Even going as far as to place your feet on each end of the doorframe, lifting yourself off the ground.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull. And pull some more. Then the door begins to creak. Almost! You've almost got it!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celebrations are already running through your head as the lock gives way and you're sent on your back side with the door knob in hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It takes you awhile to come around again but when you do, you see the door cracked open.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand, pleased with yourself. There's nothing a man can't do when he puts his mind to it!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tossing the door knob aside you stroll up to the door and open it. Only to be met by a wall of bricks.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You groan loudly. Like a child who's parents aren't indulging him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The tantrum your throw is also similar. You stomp around in your room, tossing things over and screaming at the ceiling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Usually you'd care about acting so childishly, but now it doesn't matter. You deserved to let off a little steam after being kidnapped, branded, and forced into this room with no way out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually you tire yourself and collapse on the bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your stomach growls, causing a rumbling in your lower body that you can't ignore.</span><br />&quot;And what am I supposed to do for food!?&quot; you call out.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Naturally nobody answered. There was only your voice and the sounds you made with your own movement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lay on the bed, bored and hungry. You hadn't either bothered to look out the window. The view was nothing compared to freedom. A caged bird could have a view of the entire kingdom, but he wouldn't get to explore it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to trap yourself in shallow poetry, tucking your knees to your chin and passing the time with old songs and rhymes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you hear a soft creaking from within the walls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You snap to attention immediately and hop off the bed. Your body has now entered stealth mode. Something you had a great deal of practice in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The creaking doesn't stop, instead it continues on indifferent to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your ears have been trained to hear a butterfly's wing beat, though not really. You liked to think that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still, you follow the sound over to a wall adjacent to your bed. Placing your ear up to it you hear the sound more clearly.</span><br />&quot;Hmmm. A pulley. Three-hundred foot rope. It's....lifting something.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You use your supernatural powers to determine what the source is. Though they aren't really supernatural, more just clever guessing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The creaking in the wall stops and you back away, not sure what to expect.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A panel in the wall opens, one you hadn't noticed.</span><br />&quot;Peculiar..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lean in to peak inside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Inside is a neatly placed meal of eggs, bacon, four pancakes and a nice tall glass of vitamin C. Also a letter.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand there staring at the plate. For some reason you don't trust it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel if you reach for it the panel would snap down on your arm and bite it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A moment passes, causing your stomach to rumble a bit more, paining you until you surrender.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach towards the plate and gingerly retrieve it from the tiny elevator and go over to the bed.</span><br />&quot;It's always a letter in these stories....&quot; you say aloud.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before reading the letter you place it aside and dig in. It was a peculiar meal, considering you hadn't had any meat in a very long time. Ponies were herbivores, yet they kept live stock. Were they secretly savage meat eaters?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The meal was still filling though. The bacon wasn't too thin, there was plenty of cheese in the eggs. The pancakes were even spot on. They reminded you of the old country.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's been awhile since you had such a great meal. Actually, you've been living off of stolen breads for a very long time so this was a nice change of pace.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Downing the tall glass of orange juice, you turn to the eggshell white envelope on the bed beside you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It fits in your hand perfectly, and it smells like sunflowers. That's nice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You peel it open, wafting a stronger smell from inside.</span><br />&quot;She must fancy perfume.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neat swirly curls of words dance across the parchment from left to right. It's much better than your own, and you don't think you'd ever get that good. Even with a thousand years of practice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to read, squinting your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I take it you've awoken. Try and be more quiet. You'll bring the entire castle down with your childish temper. No doubt you have questions, questions I'll answer when I feel the time is appropriate. For now, I want you to focus all your effort into getting dressed. Your clothes are in the wardrobe. I am coming to see you within the hour. Wait for me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There is no signature, not that it needs one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't like the idea of having to wait on her. Knowing her, she'd probably make you wait all day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh as you stand, finding the wardrobe.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Marching over to the giant wooden exo-closet, you pull on the handles to open it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's your normal attire, neatly sorted into the left side. On the right are more clothes you've never seen before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull one item from the right. A nice white button down with golden embroidery and frilled around the collar and cuffs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod, draping it over your arm. Next you pull some very nice slacks. A deep black with gold buttons trailing up the seams on the side. You nod again and continue looking through the wardrobe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually you settle on your attire and begin to get dressed. You peel out of your pajamas, shivering slightly in the cold stone room. You'd bathe, but there was no tub. You'd have to mention that to Celestia.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you get dressed your attention is constantly pulled towards the large window. After slipping on your pants you stride over to it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's high-noon. Not that late in the day. You were high up, very high. Must be in one of the several keeps that puncture the sky. But it's hard to tell which one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watch the sky for a little while before becoming bored with it. Cloud watching just wasn't as fun as it used to be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit down on the bed and buckle up your boots. With that done you begin to wait for Celestia, at least for now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's a clock in the corner. An ancient grandfather clock that ticks madly. A thick heavy sound that is heard every second. All it does is remind you of your boredom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A minute passes. Then three, then nine, thirty, until finally it's been a whole hour. At least it feels that way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Boredom threatens to overtake you should you stay on this bed for a moment more. So you rise, pacing frantically.</span><br />&quot;I have to leave this place. I'll go mad if I stay here any longer!&quot; you say aloud.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to search for ways out. You certainly weren't escaping via the window or door. No there was only on option.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The service elevator sits patiently in the wall, the panel still open. It's just big enough.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile, patting yourself on the back for the genius idea.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'll escape this prison and be among the people once more! All you need to do is tuck your elbows in and hug your knees.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You poke your head into the small crate-like elevator. It smelled like oldness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe this wasn't such a good idea?</span><br />&quot;No. It will work. I just need to have faith.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yes, faith! Faith could make a man fly if he believed hard enough.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to hastily climb in. It's a tight squeeze but you manage to get yourself inside without too much hassle.</span><br />&quot;Alright. I'll need the other components as well. I have faith. I have trust.... sort of. What was the last part?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try and remember the third component to the formula but eventually turn up with nothing.</span><br />&quot;Bah! I'm sure it'll be fine.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Two out of three wasn't bad so the odds weren't terrible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab hold of one of the ropes between your legs and test it. Pulling it lifted you slightly higher.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Obviously, that was the wrong rope. So you grip the other and begin to pull.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a few tugs you manage to lower the box a tiny bit. But hey, it works so that's good enough for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly but surely you begin to ascend. The box creaks with each tug, groaning under your weight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pretty soon you're encased in darkness and unable to see. Now you're more or less a mouse scuttling inside the walls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you descend you begin to grow tired. You're already several minutes in and you have no idea how far the bottom is. After another five you start consider that maybe you made a mistake.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you should have waited.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you're already halfway! Maybe. It may be even harder to go back the way you came. You must persist! Freedom was only a few tugs away!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;......</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It has been what feels like several hours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your arms can no longer pull. The tips of your fingers have withered away, leaving only your skeletal feelers. Your back hurts from being hunched over for so long. And you're pretty sure the crick in your neck will kill you.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're pretty sure you've gone insane, if you weren't already.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The darkness has become tangible. Crawling up your legs and wrapping itself around your waist, intimately.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's deathly hot. It's the kind of heat that bleaches bones white and makes you burn your bare feet on the concrete. Extremely unpleasant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't even form a thought. It could be that you simply stopped thinking as a way to cope with this suffering.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But a single word echoes in your collapsed mind. A question that'll haunt you for the rest of your life.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why the hell did you think this was a good idea?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You regret everything you've ever done. If this was punishment for your sins, it was a little cruel.</span><br />&quot;This must be similar to how convicts feel. Deprived of any freedom....void of any sunlight. Oh the horror..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your voice doesn't travel far, making it seem louder within the enclosed space.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right now, you are your only friend. And as far as you know, the last living creature in Equestria.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After all, you had no sense of time. So to you, it seemed fairly plausible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How long has Celestia been dead? No, she was still alive. She had to be. But would she still be in power? It could be that some other fellow took power years ago.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You entertain the idea of Celestia forced into hiding. Living in a hovel and barely staying alive. Her days of chair stealing and abduction completely over!</span><br />&quot;Ha!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You laugh aloud, jolting your body and causing the service elevator to shake.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now you're reminded that you're still in the elevator and not some world of your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eons have you spent imprisoned here. But no more!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You made a commitment all those years ago that you would escape this castle! Or at least that bedroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now isn't the time to quit. There are mares that need killing, and chairs that need sitting. You can't afford to sit on your ass, hunched over in an elevator between the walls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You once again take hold of the rope, age old dust falling from your revitalized arm and pull!</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're descending faster now. You can feel it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One, two. One, two! The elevator is practically plummeting from how fast you're pulling. Soon enough, you'll crash at the bottom and be free!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing has made you more committed in your entire life. A wellspring of potential energy was suddenly tapped in the darkness and now it powers you like a steam train with too much coal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to see light gently leak into the shaft and you become excited. Your palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy, but you persevere!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing can stop you. Your arms are fine instruments crafted by gods and your will is as sturdy as Troy's walls! Nothing is unobtainable. Your goal is within clear sight. Reach out and grasp it!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Light is filling the shaft and you can see out side for the first time in years. It's beautiful. Never before has there been a sight that has made you weep tears of joy. It feels like coming home.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hands are burning and your biceps threaten to tear themselves from your shoulders. But you don't stop. Not when the promise land is so close.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, at long last you reach the bottom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Weakly you climb out, shaking and frail. But the light kisses your face so sweetly. You did it, Anon. You are free.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You move to stand, but fear your knees may give out from under you. But you must at least try. Try and stand and bask in your freedom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually you are able and you stand tall on your own two feet and gaze upon the world around you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which is the room you just left.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia is sitting on the bed, her nose buried deep within the folds of a newspaper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;When I give you instructions I expect you to follow them.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice is low and sweet. But you can still hear the maleficence behind it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quickly whirl around and throw your gaze at the elevator. It looks just as it did when you left. Which was eight minutes ago.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You fall to your knees, utterly defeated.</span><br />&quot;Mark my words, Princess. I will have revenge for this trickery!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Trickery? Do you really think me that evil?&quot;</span><br /><br />&quot;Of course I do!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia recoils. She seems surprised and slightly hurt. But you don't care, you're only speaking the truth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She is the scorn of the virtuous. The caretaker of the damned. She is the death of hope!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It pains me that you think of me in that way. I had hoped we'd become friends, or at least you learned your place.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your place? You knew very well where your place is. And it sure as hell ain't here.</span><br />&quot;My place is out there!&quot; you say pointing to the window. &quot;I belong outside. Free to do as I please. Not confined to this cell you call a room. For God's sake you've barricaded the door! And that trick you pulled with the lift is just cruel!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You want me to allow you to roam the streets like some sort of wild animal? Anon, your being here is part of your domestication. As I said before you are mine and that's that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia raises her nose in the air, looking at you through half-lidded eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sets her newspaper down beside her and you suddenly feel something tug at your collar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your feet leave the ground as you move through the air, against your will. It isn't until you're brought before her that you see the magical golden glow of her horn. Damned thing, you'd like break it off.</span><br />&quot;Unhand me!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I would, if I had any hands.&quot; she remarks while waving her gold plated hoof in your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But eventually she lets you down and your feet hit the floor. You are now eye level, mostly because she is currently sitting on your bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll be frank with you, Anon. I didn't bring you here simply because I wanted a pet of the exotic variety.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Really? You assumed she abducted you because she had some weird thing for primates.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Like I said, I plan to use you.&quot;</span><br />&quot;And that entails?&quot; you ask while taking a seat beside her.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Some ponies need killing.&quot;</span><br />�<span class="co4">&gt;Ah there it is. You're to be her assassin.</span><br />&quot;You're the damned ruler of this nation. Kill them yourself.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a seat on the bed and lean back on your elbows.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's not that simple Anon. Though you've most likely lived under a rock these past years, Equestria's monarchy has been challenged. Young schoolcolts who feel their word should carry weight in my court. You give the ignorant knowledge and they bite the hoof that feeds them.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I don't understand. Why not just give them their bloody say and be done with it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia rolls her eyes, very unprincess like.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;They won't stop there. For years the peasantry- as well as nobility- have tried to push for democracy. An ideal that will lead this kingdom to ruin.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia was rubbing her head, tired from all the stress.</span><br />&quot;Ah I see. You don't want them to take away your power. You want to remain on top.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're confident in your claim. So much that you go as far as to adopt the smuggest smile you can muster.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The princess now looks guilty, her mouth folded into a frown and her brows slanted.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That is not the way of it. This isn't about my status as ruler or my desire to remain in power. It's about the whole of Equestria. What is needed for my subjects. They cannot govern themselves. They are too naive and childish. If I were to surrender control over to them they would lead the kingdom I've spent a thousand years forging into ruin. I only wish to protect them. From themselves. Ponies need somepony to guide them. Somepony wiser and more learned in the ways of the world. That is why I've come to you, Monster. Drown out these rebellious children. Purge the unfaithful from my kingdom.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia now gazes into your eyes with such intensity that you begin to struggle in your breathing. She was determined, devoted entirely to her ideal. Her resolution created an enormous shadow that loomed over you like great Death and embraced you. It made you want to do anything for her, and for that reason you were afraid.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stare unable to break your gaze from hers. She has you completely ensnared.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel your heart drum madly within your chest. Thump-thump-thump it cries. &quot;Let me out!&quot; it screams. It wants to escape this otherworldly experience. Retreat into more familiar atmospheres. Anywhere but the presence of Princess Celestia.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The both of you share a deep meaningful silence. Unspoken words shooting between you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But eventually you manage to break the silence when Celestia shifts her gaze to the window.</span><br />&quot;You can't think that to be true. You may be their ruler but you're not their god. You can't lead them forever. It has been a thousand years. I'm sure they've evolved to the point where their able to think for themselves entirely. Let them leave the nest already.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No. They are not ready.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Then when will they be ready?&quot; you counter.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Who knows? Possibly never. Which is why I must be there for them. And to do this I need you're help. I have seen how each one of them live their lives. So fleeting and uncaring. They're too kind. Unsuspecting of the evils around them. For star's sake they try and befriend dragons! They are self-destructive. They are good ponies Anon. I won't stand by and let a few rotten apples spoil the bunch.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roll over sighing, not wanting to face her anymore.</span><br />&quot;I have nothing to do with your politics. I am but a humble monster. I have no concept of greater good, I could care less about your country and its people. The world around me is susceptible to change, but I need not change with it in order to do as I please. But, I suppose I did agree to your proposal. And had I not I'd be sailing with spirits. But know this, Celestia. It takes a true monster to contract another to do their dirty work. It takes someone cunning, manipulative, and wise to influence those around them.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia erected herself, once again adopting her prideful airs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What are you implying?&quot; she asked sternly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wave your hand back and forth playfully.</span><br />&quot;Nothing. Though I hope you don't lose sight of your vision, then you'd be even worse than I.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's strange for you to think so, but in this moment Celestia looks exactly like you. Of course not physically, but spiritually? She is of course a monster, in her own right. Though she plays the role of the tragic hero, forced to make a sacrifice for the greater good. All the while having her lapdog perform the slaying.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But behind that sinister intent was genuine care and love for her people. A love that can never waver. Not even if the heavens opened up and commanded her to relinquish their lives.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Men aren't born with purpose. Same with pony folk and the like. We must all find our own purpose, our lot in life and role to play. Where you were a bit uncertain, Celestia knew one-hundred percent what her purpose was. To lead. To supervise her subjects for eternity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In that way you respected her. Celestia was a monster who hid from the shadows and walked in the light. Willing to do anything to preserve said light.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;However, monsters like her are dangerous. If left unchecked, their ambition may either decay or increase to gluttonous sizes. Celestia could be driven mad by her own purpose to the point where her frothing madness swallows the entirety of Equestria. And if that happened, how would you fulfill your own purpose?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She claims ponies are the ones who need supervision when really it is her that must be watched.</span><br />&quot;Very well then.&quot; you say rolling back over.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She still has that painfully lovely gaze that caresses your heart.</span><br />&quot;Ask whatever you may need of me. Consider your enemies my own.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A devilish smile that could frighten demons assumes her pristine face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But of course.&quot; she replies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She also hesitates which is uncharacteristic of her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thank you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That was strange. You could be wrong, but you're sure you see gratitude under that nefarious intent of hers. You don't get to comment on it as she stands. Her wings unfurled and her mane begins to flow like the wild currents of the sea.</span><br />&quot;So what's the first order of business?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The death of Lady Penelope.&quot;</span><br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You exhale, your breath fleeing from your insides and into the cold night air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once again you stalk the night, feeling at home.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're practically bursting with excitement as you make your way to Canterlot's very own cloud district. It wasn't often that you visited, but each time you did you found exquisite pleasures.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's the same with tonight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lady Penelope, wife of a noble who is currently away. Recently she has been organizing meets with the peasantry in an attempt to plant the seeds of revolution. Supposedly she is very beautiful. Coat a pure platinum and mane of glistening ivory.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shiver as you stand out side the gates to her estate. Haughty iron bars stand between you and the inside. For most this gate would be a test of conviction. To give you the sense that you won't be able to go back should you cross them. However this is pointless for you. After all, you could never go back. Wherever 'back' was.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From the pocket of your over coat you retrieve the key given to you by Her Majesty. A literal key to the city.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle as you slide it into the lock. The only thing that'd make this moment perfect is if the key were comically oversized.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The gate opens with a loud 'ca-clunk' and you push ever so slightly on it and peek into the mansion grounds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's night and hard to see which makes it a bit difficult to truly appreciate the lavish garden that was the front lawn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try and muffle your footsteps as you make your away across the cobblestone. You tip toe as cautiously as a cat, making your way through the mansion grounds until your hugging the walls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The front door is next to you, risen by some stairs. But you can't possibly just take the front door. Well you could, but it wouldn't be tasteful. You have to do this by the book. Sneak into a window or something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look up and scan the second floor for and accessible windows.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sure enough there's door open on the balcony. That's your way in, you just need to find a way to reach it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn and reach into your bag. It just so happens that you have a grappling hook in your inventory. Celestia made sure to send you in with appropriate tools.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've never used a grappling hook before, but you figured it'd be simple. All you really have to do is latch it onto the balcony rails. you lengthen the rope in your hands before twirling the hook. Then it flies from your hand in an underhanded motion, knocking against the balcony floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now you pull carefully, trying to guide it to the rails. It grabs hold and you give the rope a might tug to test it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Success. Now all you need to do is figure out how to climb a rope. But you figure that too would be easy enough. You grab the rope and place your boots on the wall. Slowly you begin your ascent.</span><br />&quot;Right, left, maintain breath. Stay out of sight and avoid death.&quot; you say in a very hushed drone.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Climbing is a lot harder than you thought. It takes stamina and strength that you're slightly lacking at the moment. But you persevere. Only a few more paces.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually you pull yourself over the balcony and rest. The weather is getting to you. If you stay out here any longer you'll catch your death of cold.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You immediately look towards the warm glow within the house. The only thing standing in between you and it is a light curtain flapping in the breeze.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Quickly you pull up the rope and bundle it beside the rails and slowly move towards the door. Your footsteps are muffled and your breath is ever so calm. You were meant for this. This lurking in the shadows. Shadows cast by Celestia's radiant light.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly and carefully you pull away the curtain and peer inside. There is a fireplace, much fancier than yours, a very ornate lounge chair, and a desk. It truly looks like the home of nobility. You're even jealous the wallpaper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There was no one around, or so it seemed. And so you step in.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The flames in the fire place seem to startle at your sudden presence. And rightfully so. For only the flames knew what your intentions were, yet they could tell no one. They can only attempt and hiss and crackle their warnings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now that you were inside you perceived a better sight of the room. The walls were lined with books. Some as ancient as the princess and newer than the sixth season.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pussyfoot around for awhile, taking in everything completely until you're ready to move on. Supposedly there were only three ponies in the house. Lady Penelope, her son Telemachus, and their head maid. This would make it easier to move about.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Moving over to the door leading into the hall, you hug your right cheek to its frame. You listen for a moment until reaching for the door knob. You pull gently, not wanting the creak in the door to be too loud.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You poke your head into the hall and hear a voice from one end of the hall. A voice like falling ice and crunching snow. It makes you shiver.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ms. Bonnet, could you come here for a moment please.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes ma'am!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The second voice came from the other end, from behind a corner. You hear hoofsteps begin to round the corner in a hurry and you peel back into the study. You wait until the hooves past by you, then fade from hearing. Then you look out again to emerge from the study.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You follow the sound of conversation, a door that's now wide open and revealing a bedroom. Inching closer you pick up their conversation. The frosty voice- who you assumed was Lady Penelope, your delightful target- spoke first.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thank you Miss. I shan't be needing you any longer tonight.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, if it's alright with you ma'am, I'd like to be going.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh? Rushing off somewhere?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ehh....yes ma'am. See, my brother has been sick for almost five weeks now. I try to be with him as much as I can.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You come to a stop by the door. You were close enough now to even hear their breathing. Without a sound you hug the wall by the door, making sure they can't see you.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah I see. Well then I shouldn't keep you any longer. Give my regards to your parents.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Will do ma'am. And you have yourself a good night. I'll be here in the morning around nine.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear the maid begin to shuffle her hooves and turn to leave when she is stopped by the lady.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh and Ms. Bonnet.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, ma'am?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There was a brief moment of silence between the two. As if both of them paused to read each other's expressions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;They found another victim last night. Ms. Heartstrings....&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel a tingle run up your spine and you're force to give a smile. It always pleases you to hear others talk about your work.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh yes ma'am I heard. Such a tragedy. She played beautifully...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That she did. My husband and I once attended a show of hers. I can remember feeling my heart ache as she strummed through entire lives worth of emotion. A talented mare she was.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two go silent again. Maybe reflecting on the mare that used to be Lyra Heartstrings. It does you good to know that people cared for her so. For you also cared for her. She was beautiful as she received your gift. In that moment you had thought you found love, only to have it fade with the light in her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lady Penelope speaks up again, this time adopting a more positive tone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do be careful Ms. Bonnet. Stay on the main road. Avoid the dark. Or Canterlot's own monster will snatch you up in his fangs.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She wasn't wrong. But Ms. Bonnet will have to wait. You make a mental note of the name as you wait outside in silence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thank you ma'am. So like you to worry about the peasantry.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear hoofsteps coming your way and you duck into the shadows by the door. Ms. Bonnet strides down the long hall before disappearing behind the corner. You listen to the clip-clop of her hooves fade out completely before you exhale.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you're motionless still. You don't move a muscle until you hear the door downstairs close with a thud.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now was the time.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slither into the room. A comfy space that resonated an air of peace. It was like sleeping in your mother's room when you were home sick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lady Penelope sits in a rocking chair that faced the window. Your footsteps are as light as air and you move like the looming clouds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From behind Penelope looks like a painting. A lone mare calmly gazing at the night sky. Her mane a stark white and her coat a monochrome grey. She's in her evening gown, a modest white ghostly sheet that covers her from neck to hoof.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even from this limited observation you can tell she's quite lovely. A beauty who stands above most common mares. It makes you happy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watch her for awhile, not really eyeing her for anything in particular. But it was sometimes nice to observe those who would fall your victim. You like to watch them in their last moments. Before they succumb to the mind wracking fear that was their imminent doom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lady Penelope hums gently. A warm song on winds from the East. It fills you with thoughts of love and awe, something that had become very rare for you these days.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After awhile you step up and clear your throat. The chair immediately stops rocking, as well as her angelic humming. You could feel her breath hitch in her throat and see her hooves grip the arms of her chair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She see's you. In the reflection of the window. You loom over her like a great giant of shadow and umbra.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her head slowly turns to you, her bespectacled jewel-like eyes staring into your manic lookers.</span><br />&quot;Hello.&quot; you say pleasantly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You place your arms behind your back and put on the biggest smile you can muster.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's still frightened by you. You can see this in the way her eyes trace your monstrous figure. She see's you as a minotaur, yet your knees weren't backwards and your head was that of a hairless monkey. She recoils in horror and you love it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What are you doing in my home?&quot; she asks as calmly as she can manage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give a shallow bow and lock your eyes on hers.</span><br />&quot;Working.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She is perplexed. You watch as she tries to unravel what that would mean. When she finds no answer she asks,</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What labor have you in my home at this hour? Begone! I don't know who you are, but I will see you in prison for intruding on my property!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stands and rounds her window side chair, her eyes burning hot coals. But you can tell it's all a front.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her knees quiver and her breathing is substantially uneven.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Most didn't try and put up a fight. Most mares would immediately flee or catch the smell of your murderous intent and beg for their life. But not Lady P-e-n-e-l-o-p-e!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She is a noble mare. One with pride! So stern and steadfast. It makes you a bit giddy.</span><br />&quot;And if I refuse?&quot; you call to her.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watch as her gaze begins to dart all around the room; she's trying to find any focal point that isn't you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You love when they try and ignore you. As if you'd simply go away if they didn't have to look at you. Some are actually surprised when you pounce on them, wholeheartedly believing you had vanished.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wait. I know what you are....&quot; Penelope says in a frightened whisper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She begins to back away. So you advance, your boots hitting the hard wood floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're The Ripper!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You clap, a sound of thunder ricocheting off the walls.</span><br />&quot;Bravo! You've figured it out! Congratulations!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Penelope's flank hits the window and she gasps aloud.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why? Why have you come for me!? Don't you know who I am!?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tries to adopt a more intimidating and proud speech, but it fails to impact you.</span><br />&quot;Someone wants you dead, Ms. Penelope. And I've been employed to make sure that happens.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Employed...? By whom? Who could possibly want me dead? The nobility? That damned Prince Blueblood isn't it?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head.</span><br />&quot;No. But close. She doesn't take too kindly to you and your husband trying to force her the Magna Carta.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Penelope's eyes go wide. Wider than a baby's. Her mouth hangs open, but only slightly. Just enough so that you can see her perfectly white teeth.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You don't mean... No! She would never!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh but she would! She told me herself in that damned condescending voice of hers. Apparently Equestria is no place for democracy. Or so she says. Personally I would have supported the idea. But when one offers you a choice that's completely one-sided, you can't do much to help.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're lying! You sinful deceiver! Our princess would never order such a thing! She is kind... Too benevolent to allow such a thing!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You throw your head back in thought. She was right, in a way.</span><br />&quot;Precisely. She is kind, which is why she's doing this. Most kind. She's looking out for you all in the long run. Or so she says. She claims to be such a know-it-all, but I think she just can't handle being deposed. Regardless, she gave me a job I must carry out.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach into your coat and wrap your hands around your beloved dagger. Pulling it out, the blade glimmers in the lamp light of the room. Cold steel that would pierce the Lady Penelope's warm beating heart.</span><br />&quot;Are you ready, ma'am?&quot; you say mimicking Ms. Bonnet.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You stay away from me! You....You monster!&quot; she shouts while trying to find an escape. But she cannot. She is trapped like a tiny animal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ah there it is. Every mare's last words. It always comes so sweet from the lips of women and mares. It makes you shiver. And for it to come from someone such as her, it was pure bliss. Never have you thought in a thousand years you'd feel such ecstasy. The only thing that could increase this joy is if she begs.</span><br />&quot;I suppose I could spare you. On a humble favor.&quot; you say, thumbing the blade held tightly in your hand.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Penelope's old and watery eyes look up at you in desperate curiosity.</span><br />&quot;Your maid, Ms. Bonnet. Where does she live?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mare shudders. Her eyes become hateful, burning with Vulcan's forge. She grinds her teeth with ten pounds of pressure, wanting to gnaw you to the bone.</span><br /><br />&quot;Her life for yours. How about it? I think it's a fair deal. After all, she's just a peasant girl. A maid born to wait on you hand and foot. Well, hoof in your case.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Penelope puts up a front, once again trying to intimidate you. So you move closer with your blade pointing straight at her.</span><br />&quot;No?&quot; you ask again.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Only when you are half a foot away from her does she relent. Her fury is replaced by pure fear as she stares into your maddened eyes. She cowers under you, losing her battle with distress.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He breath is ragged, hardly keeping pace at all. It sounds like a wounded animal, struggling to endure pain. Finally she speaks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Very well... I will tell you. Just please, don't steal me from this world!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This time your own eyes explode open in excitement.</span><br />&quot;Well?&quot; you say impatiently. It comes out like a long spread of butter over toast.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She and her family take residence in lower Canterlot. On Sunset Avenue.... House 283...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lady Penelope collapses in on herself. You watch as her eyes implode like a star and form an endless pit of despair. You wonder what that feels like.</span><br />&quot;Thank you.&quot; you say kindly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then your blade finds itself ramming through her fur and shattering her skin as you drive it deeper and deeper. Penelope cries out in great high pitched wails that mimic howling phantoms. Her pupils shrink to the size of atoms and her mouth hangs open in a perpetual scream of terror and pain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She grabs you, not knowing what to do with her body now that it has been taken from her. Though she was nearly gone, she looked into your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your dark swirling eyes were often the last thing your mares ever saw. And they were driven mad by it. In their deaths they would roam the underworld, insane and dumb. For they beheld a beast more frightening than any legend or fable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her grip begins to weaken around you as you push deeper and deeper. Blood is now spilling from her wound and elegantly pooling around the hilt. Her blood caresses your hand gently, giving you its warmth.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then her body falls to the floor with a crashing sound, pulling itself off your dagger. Blood now messied her night gown. Staining it a bright crimson that darkened at the touch of air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You back away and gaze at Penelope's corpse. So beautiful and still. Tranquil to the point of never moving again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You exhale deeply, loving the feeling of your own breath. It felt very nice to breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Continuing your pleasant breathing you bend down and lift Penelope's night gown to place your eyes on her flank.</span><br />&quot;A weighing scale. How fitting. I wish I could see the world you and your friends were hoping to build.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand, wiping the blood from your blade when you hear the door behind you open a bit wider. You glance over your shoulder to see a young stallion.</span><br />&quot;I had forgotten about him..&quot; you say under your breath.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn to him so that you may get a good look at him. Telemachus. He was young. About fifteen? A hushed tone of brown that melded with his almond mane. His eyes are bright with rage, like a maddened bull he hones in on you. The man standing over his deceased mother.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh in annoyance. Killing males wasn't your favorite activity. But he saw your face, so he must be eliminated.</span><br />&quot;What is it boy? Never seen a member of the working class before?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The youngling says nothing. Just then you notice the spear he held in his magical grasp. A unicorn. That was odd, considering his mother was a pegasus.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without a word he charges you, two red giants burning in his saucer-like eyeballs. He howls like a locomotive as he sprints towards you. But from the beginning he stood no chance. Not against you anyhow. In the end you suppose it's his fault. He shouldn't have saw you. He shouldn't have wandered in here.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You dodge under the spear and close in on him with unnatural speed. Before the colt can register anything your grabbers are already wrapped around his neck. Using his momentum you pivot on your foot, turning and hurling him out of the window behind you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's unclear where this unnatural strength comes from. Or why it manifests within you. But you know how to use it to your advantage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The colt crashes through the window, cursing you as he plummets to the hard ground below. You look out on the windowsill, witnessing his mangled body. He could still be alive. You sigh again.</span><br />&quot;This isn't going very well. Monsters are supposed to be efficient. That horse may give me Hell for this...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You casually step over Penelope's body and rush into the hall. Finding the stairs, you seem to glide down them with ease, finding yourself at the front door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you open the door, the cool air hits you like a heavyweight boxer. It takes a few moments for you to shake old man winter off before stepping outside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Making round the manor grounds you come up on Telemachus' body. Yes he's still alive. Which only made more trouble for you. There was no joy in killing stallions, but you do it out of duty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He doesn't get the chance to curse you one final time as your heel violently crushes his wind pipe. You grind your boot into his throat for good measure before turning on it and making to leave.</span><br />&quot;This all could have gone better. I should have locked the door. Her husband will be heartbroken. Not only his wife but his son as well....&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head as you exit out the gate, not looking back. You expect to be hounded for this blunder when you get back.</span><br />~A Princess' Monster~<br /><span class="br0">&#91;</span>Part III<span class="br0">&#93;</span><br />|Reward|<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Icy cold waters snatch you from your sleep, dragging you into the waking world without any mercy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gasp, an act that feels like you've just taken your first breath. Your vision is blurry and you can't quite make out the moving mass in front of you. But it is white.</span><br />&quot;Bloody hell woman. Is this really necessary?&quot; you say harshly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sound of your own voice is like sandpaper grinding against wood.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As your vision clears you become able to make out the room around you. Ancient cobblestone walls that stack high above your head and hard cold floors beneath you. No windows or any hope of sunshine.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your wrists are aching and also above your head. You look up to see you are hanging by a chain. And you are also naked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia's presence also stirs you further into wakeness. It is powerful, drawing sleep out of you like a vampire.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Rise and shine Monster.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice is an angel's laugh. Yet carrying the tone of devils.</span><br />&quot;Why am I been tied up? Explain yourself!&quot; you try and sound threatening. But all you can manage to do is cough up the words.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I am Princess; I may do as I please. And presently it pleased me to string you up in chains. It's a fitting look for you, bound and helpless like a wild beast.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She moves closer now, very close. Her breath carries the scent of honey and dreams. Her soft azure eyes stare into your own and you feel your heart flutter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia gently runs a cold gold-plated hoof down your bare chest, evoking shivers through your suspended frame.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I must commend you on your work last night. Real horror show. But did you really have to take the life of her son?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roll your head, trying to remember all recent events.</span><br />&quot;It was out of my control. He saw me and attacked. It was self defense, you understand.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;He saw you?&quot; she says condescendingly. &quot;And here I thought you were professional.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs, her warm breath heating your chest.</span><br /><br />&quot;It was an error in judgement. I treated it as a game and took my time with her, I was careless.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make no excuse, there'd be no point in doing so. At the end of the day it was still mission accomplished.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you can see Celestia is still unsatisfied. For a moment she pouts, poking out her bottom lip like some sort of child. Then she relaxes and smiles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Regardless, you did well. You've eradicated this thorn in my side, the first of many.&quot; she says pleasantly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then she leaned into your ear, her soft fur brushing against your neck and her body heat nearly evaporating the water cascading down your body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You've pleased me greatly, my monster.&quot; she whispers gently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice takes the sweetness of sugar and intoxicating lure of wine and combines the two. It makes your heart jump for joy though you'd never admit that to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She doesn't move. Celestia remains in your ear, drawing slight breaths that seem to steal the air from the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;As a reward, I shall bestow upon you the company of a particular mare.&quot; she coos.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia backs away, her eyes half-lidded and lips parted in an incredibly alluring grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A gift from your master! Oh no doubt you must be excited~! Go on then, show your excitement.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're confused to say the least. Not to mention her constant insistence that you were some sort of pet agitated you. Yet here you are, tied up like some beast. There is a fine distinction between a monster and a beast; such treatment of a proud monster is disgusting and deplorable. You deserve better damn it!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you can even protest you feel your heart catch fire. A fire that quickly spreads all throughout your body and binds your being to the very core of the erupting sun!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look down, seeing the black sun branded onto you shining brighter than fire. Then it stops, returning your breath and sense of mind. You hang your head and dangle from your arms like a prisoner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Let's try that again. Show your excitement.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh this mare as evil. Rotten to the core! On Earth or Equestria there is no greater villainy than her!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you know it she is circling you like some sort of hungry shark. You hardly notice it, but you're sure you saw her flash a crooked lopsided smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Go on then Monster. Show your excitement for your master's gift.&quot; she says, coming up behind you to nibble at your ear. &quot;It will amuse me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You crane your neck to the side in order to look behind you. Your mad eyes are dim in the dark stone room you two occupy. But no doubt she sees the venomous fire in them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She returns your gaze with her own infernal stare. She's having fun with this, so much fun that she'd be loathed to stop now. She's almost hoping you'll resist more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you reject her the fun she wants and start to play along. You want this over as soon as possible. And well, you were also somewhat excited about this 'gift'.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well?&quot; she asks expectantly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You manage to choke out a few words.</span><br />&quot;I am very excited for the gift you have brought for me. With each second I grow more and more curious.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your spitefulness seems to have the opposite effect on her. She's now happily striding around you to look you in the face once again, that damned smile never leaving her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's more like it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia's horn begins to brighten the room, revealing more of it. Terrible torture devices are scattered across the dark cell, each carrying stories as old and horrid as yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're going to love it. Though I'm not sure you really deserve it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your attention is drawn behind her, to a table placed along the wall. There was a pony strapped in leather bindings that held them neatly in place. As the light of Celestia's horn increased you could see that it was a mare. Shivers immediately run up your naked body and you begin to subconsciously salivate the moment you realized who it was.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was Ms. Bonnet; Lady Penelope's hoofmaid.</span><br /><br />&quot;How did you know?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your voice leaves you like a mudslide, ugly and thick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia only hums as she begins to unchain your wrists. You fall to the floor, weak kneed and unsure if you can stand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sun princess towers above you, as she did when you first met. From the floor she looks to be giant. Exaggerated by the world around her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She kneels down to you, placing a hoof on your curved back. It's comforting, like being held in the arms of a mother.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Come.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's all she says as you feel a force move you to your feet. You're not sure if it's your own will or hers that compels you to move, but you do so without hesitation. She leads you over to the table where Ms. Bonnet lay bound and asleep. Your heart leaps for joy in your chest, wanting to implode on itself from sheer excitement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hunch over the table, taking in the sight completely. The mare before you is very beautiful, even more so than she was last night. Her sleeping form was a painting of the planar beings. Slightly curled lips that bloomed bright red like roses. Gently lidded eyes that shield her sight from the waking world. Long thick shimmering mane that seems to wrap her in a soft blanket of obsidian. Her coat a faded brown, each strand of hair a delicate blade of grass that mimics a pasture in the wind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel the arm intoxicating breath of Celestia down your neck and you nearly collapse. Your breathing becomes ragged and you struggle to form coherent thoughts. Great alabaster wings wrap around your form and she rubs up against you, lowering her head on top of yours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She is very beautiful, yes? A living example that gods trifle with mortals. She is my gift to you, my monster. Go ahead, enjoy yourself.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia's right wing motions to an assortment of tools on the side of the table. Each a doctor's instrument used for surgery and autopsy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could get used to these kind of gifts. It's almost as if you were beginning to be won over by this mad princess.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You instantly reach for the scalpel, a fine rounded blade that can elegantly get the job done. Oh but you want to take your time. This is a very rare opportunity after all. You will milk this for all its worth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ms. Bonnet's bare chest is presented to you, slowly rising up and down rhythmically. So peaceful and gentle, like a pleasant morning in the summer home.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You once again feel Celestia. She's so warm, burning even. It's enough to make you sweat, you can practically feel the smile she's wearing on her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Go on then.&quot; she coos into your ear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a moment there is only the sound of your ragged breath, but that soon calms to a slow calculated inhale. It mixes with the helpless mare's own breath and in that moment you become one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You carefully apply slight pressure on the scalpel and the skin beneath the fur hastily parts. So do Ms. Bonnet's eyelids. Her eyes dart open, suddenly feeling the sharp pain of being cut open. Her back arches and she begins to cry out. It takes awhile for her to completely regain her vision but when she does she sees only you and the towering demon behind you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;W-what is this! Where am I!?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't respond, neither does Celestia. In your mind there is only ecstasy, a release of powerful romantic urges that rapture your body into heaven.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cut deeper, allotting a terror filled scream that cries into the darkness of wherever you are. She squirms under you, struggling against her bindings, trying with all her might to escape. But she does not and she cannot. She is completely and utterly helpless.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She struggles through the pain of being slowly cut open. You slide the scalpel downward, leaving her chest and cutting through her soft skin until stopping below her stomach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neon red blood seeps out of the gash that divides her. You pull the scalpel away and inspect the wound. Your amazed by how easy it was and how you felt little resistance.</span><br />&quot;Amazing!&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia chuckles behind you, leaning in closer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Her eyes are very beautiful. It would be a shame to let them be buried along with her. Why not take one?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shiver and no doubt she feels it. Celestia begins pushing up against you, forcing you to impose yourself over the helpless mare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tears are freely flowing like rapid rivers down Ms. Bonnet's beautiful face. Tears that fall from her miraculous auburn eyes that can thaw ice with their warmth. You'd be lying if you said you didn't want one. So you move the scalpel to the giant orbs embedded in her skull.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They plead with you, trying to worm their way into your own maddened bull eyes that strike like great Chernabog.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You exhale with a shudder. That's it. That pained helpless gaze that you love so very very much. Oh how it makes your heart soar higher than the clouds~!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia can feel your excitement as she traces a stray hoof down between your legs. She bites at your ear, egging you on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Go on..&quot; she says almost inaudibly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ms. Bonnet struggles even more, throwing her head in circles of grief. She screams and shouts, trying her best to alert anybody, somebody! But no one comes to her rescue. The damned cry out for salvation and freedom from their torment, but never does the light of god shine on them. This was no different. For no matter how loudly she cried or how pitifully she protested, no one would come from her. This thought excites you even more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia's magic then locks her head in place, insuring that the mare can gaze upon you in absolute horror. This is what you were made for! This moment of pure bliss and excitement, this is your purpose! Never have you felt so alive!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You inch the scalpel closer, her pinpricked eyes spewing great floods of tears. Your breath is calm, your muscles tensed, and your mind undergoing great throws of pleasure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No...&quot; the mare whispers, a quake in her sweet voice. &quot;No! Please! I'll do anything if only for you to stop this madness! Please I beg of you!&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now there was certainly no stopping you. You're pushed over the edge, it'd be a crime to stop now!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hitch your breath as you puncture the mare's eye and she unleashes an incredible howl that blows through the room like a might storm. The pain and sorrow that plagues this mare's body is absolute! Nothing is as comparable to this utter anguish and drama!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hunch over her, feeling something grip you between your legs. Celestia grinds herself into you, exhaling into your ear. She pushes you forward, encouraging you- no- ordering you to press forward.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You penetrate the mare's skull further with your scalpel, a metaphor that sends you rolling in your own perverted mind. You twist the blade, causing her a sharp mind splitting pain that manifests in her cries that become ugly croaks and throaty sounds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You push deeper and her shouts increase in volume. There is nothing else but her world shattering prayer for death to shatter her soul!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia's grip around you tightens, working her way up and down. Her wings expand, each feather separating itself and fanning the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear her devilishly soft tone in your head and for a moment everything around you fades into pleasure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This is your reward, my monster. Serve me and you shall know this pleasure every night. Should you deny me, you will be the one strapped to this table. Do not forget, Anon. You are mine. Your body, mind, soul, all objects for my pleasure and will. You have no sense of self, there is only what I allow you to have. Your world is mine, everything you value will be replaced by what I value. You are a beast. Something to be owned and dominated. Do not ever lose sight of that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You jam the scalpel deep into the mare's eye socket as you howl into the air, arching your back and feeling your body become wracked with an indescribable ecstasy. Your mind runs from you, gayfully fleeing into the unknown and you're unsure if you'll ever reclaim it.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You collapse on top of the mare beneath you, who has stopped moving Your faces smears the blood seeping out of the vertical cut on her stomach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia still looms over you like an animal, now satisfied.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your breathing is hardly returning to normal and you can't stop the immense quivering in your knees. It feels like every muscle in your being was just put to the test.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open your eyes, not realizing they had been closed. You can see Ms. Bonnet's mouth hung open in an eternal scream of terror. It pleases you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you recuperate you feel Celestia's weight move from you. She's no longer hunched over you but standing again on all fours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her horn glows, shattering the darkness that engulfed the room around you. Like an explosion, light ripples through the room, combating the darkness and driving it into corners. In an instant the chamber around you is revealed to be your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The same white walls, floors, and ceiling. To your surprise, it was day. Around the evening.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The princess moves to open the large window by the bed, allowing a warm breeze to waft into the chamber.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe it's due to your current state of post coitus bliss, but you begin to marvel at the mare who overlooked her kingdom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had known her to be beautiful, sure. Everyone in the world recognizes her as the epitome of beauty. But you feel as though you're peering beyond that shallow observation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The first time you felt it is when you first met. When her presence nearly forced you into submission in an instant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It isn't only her physical beauty that attracts you. But her power, her wisdom, will and conviction. Princess Celestia as a whole is someone you could only dream of!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And best of all. She is a complete and total monster. Right down to her core. She is your kin. It's more apparent now than it was last night. She's in a completely different league.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Monsters like her are meant for only one thing. To rule over lesser beings and govern the world.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In this brief moment you envy her. You are somewhat humbled by her. You realize that she is your ultimate goal, to be like her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Princess Celestia is the monster you wish to be. But gazing at her now, you doubt if you'd ever can ever achieve such status. It's a hell of a climb.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia peers at you out of the corner of her eye. You must look like some pathetic mongrel hunched over this corpse. Regardless she smiles, one that is no longer sinister, but pleasant and refreshing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This mare is very strange. One minute she's completely dominating the situation, the next she's just a princess who likes all things sunshine and rainbows. A constant shift of light and dark that fits her perfectly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You move to stand, still trying to recover. As you do so Celestia levitates a bathrobe over to you. You take it and feel its softness brush against your skin. It was remarkably similar to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There is no more work for you today, my monster. You are free all afternoon and you may keep the body as well.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia points her hoof at the bloody table. That's nice her.</span><br />&quot;What of you? Shouldn't you be getting back? How long have you've been here anyhow?&quot; you say, slipping on the robe.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The princess cocks her head in thought at the question. Seemingly unsure on where she's currently placed on her schedule.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Dusk is in a few more minutes. Afterwards I must prepare for your next job. Or....&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you can even literally blink Celestia is before you, staring down the well of your eyes. She takes your chin in her hoof gently and leans in close.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I could stay here and have you entertain me a bit more. What say you, hmmm?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're speechless for a second before you hastily back away. You're not falling for her wiles!</span><br />&quot;I cannot say. Do what you want, you're the boss.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She seems to approve. For she gives a sly smirk and gestures to herself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why yes. I am.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then turns to you and makes for the window. You honestly can't help but eye the sway of her hips as she retreats.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Food will be up for you soon. As well as somepony I'd like you to meet. I have faith that you two will get along nicely.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you can inquire about who it is you were to meet she takes off through the window. you rush after her, hitting your palms against the windowsill. Like a falling star Celestia fastly glides to the ground to disappear inside another keep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You will never say it out loud, but although the heavy air is lifted, you kind of hate to see her go so suddenly.</span><br />&quot;Not even a goodbye kiss. How rude..&quot; you complain.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;But now with her gone there was nothing to entertain you. All you have is a corpse that will most likely bore you within the hour. And you still need a bath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You groan as you throw yourself onto your bed and roll around for a few moments before stopping.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Boredom is already slithering into your being and you can't even hope to combat it. Very unpleasant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You opt to wait a while. Then a while longer. Then you wait until you're driven to the brink of madness. And just as you were about to tear yourself limb from limb with boredom, the door to your room opens with a long creak.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You snap your eyes forward, eyeing the door as it slowly moved open to reveal a purple hoof step inside.</span><br />&quot;Be weary of entering my room. I am very agitated and may pounce!&quot; you shout. Though you were only half joking.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hoof does not move for awhile and you begin to consider if it were even there at all. Then the door opens wider, revealing a face you've only seen in papers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A violet mare. The kind of shade that matches the time between day and night. She's an alicorn, same horn and wing combo as Celestia, though she's a lot shorter. Her bangs hang low, covering her eyes. She's wearing a deep frown that seemed droopier than syrup.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know this mare, the pink highlight of her mane gives her away immediately.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She enters your room, her head held high. Deathly serious and swaying her backside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stops before you, spreading her wings to emphasize her presence. You gaze at her with only slight interest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With her so close there was no mistaking it. She's no imposter. This is Princess Twilight Sparkle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous,&quot; her voice sounds like a lilacs dancing in the breeze. &quot;It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Twilight Sparkle, your new associate.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Associate?&quot; you say with a frown, you do your best to match hers.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes. We're going to be working together from now on.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her smile doesn't leave her face and you still can't make eye contact with her. The only thing you have to focus your gaze her is small rounded horn.</span><br />&quot;You tell that witch that I am not interested. I don't need a partner, I am perfectly capable on my own.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn over and face away from her, no longer interested in what she has to say.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Princess Celestia disagrees. And seeing as how poorly you handled your first assignment, I would say it warrants cause for supervision on your missions.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight holds her head even higher, her frown slowly creeping into a smile.</span><br />&quot;Supervision? Blow it out your ass. If she wants to keep an eye on me then maybe she should do it her own damned self. I have no need for taskmasters or babysitters. Begone with you!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wave your hand dismissively. You weren't about to be subjected to that kind of humiliation. Not even by the mare you've practically given ownership of yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's impossible for you to see but Twilight's frown drops into a mean snarl, but only for an instant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't think you should be so quick to pack me off. After all, I'm kinda your boss now.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn over to see her lull her head in a smile.</span><br />&quot;What?&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mmhm. Technically you work for me as well as Celestia. And judging how the princess and I are practically equal, it lends itself to reason that-&quot;</span><br />&quot;Equal?&quot; you interrupt.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight's bangs seem to lift from her face and for the first time you can see her eyes. They are clouded and murky like muddy water. They shift between a fiery purple and icy blue.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's right equal. As both of us are princesses, we are equal. She said so herself. And believe me I actually had a hard time believing it myself.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit up, your interest piqued again. You move closer to Twilight to look her over and to generally get a 'feel' of her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though she is a princess, she feels nothing like one. There is no profound perception of her presence. She doesn't impose herself onto others. There is no stifling air of intimidation and submission that follows her. No. She's just some mare with wings and a horn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Equals. Ha!</span><br />&quot;You are equal in only one respect. You're both incredibly idiotic. Now go away, you're disturbing me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get up and brush past the violet alicorn and begin to make your way over to the corpse on the table. But as you near it your chest begins to burst with a magnificent bright light.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Followed by a sharp stabbing pain that spreads throughout your upper body, causing you to fall over and carefully draw your breaths.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The black sun across your heart sets fire to your entire being and you call out in terror and pain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight now strides over to you, her hooves being the only thing you can see.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You should probably be a littler nicer. Celestia is aware of every move you make.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The burning doesn't stop and you're forced to endure the immeasurable heat that circulates within in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight then makes her way over to Ms. Bonnet's body, disgusted with your handiwork. She turns to you, he bangs once again shielding her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now, first order of business. We're taking a trip to Manehattan.&quot;</span><br />~A Princess' Monster~<br /><span class="br0">&#91;</span>Part IV<span class="br0">&#93;</span><br />|Lapdog|<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Manehattan. A sprawling city of towering spires that outstretch their hands to grasp the heavens. Population: approximately 1.626 million. At night, the city becomes so bright that it appears to be day. A city divided along the lines of race, practice, and political stance, yet still uniform and functioning in symbiosis. One of the shining beacons of Equestria's free-world ideology.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sneeze, wiping your nose with a handkerchief. Princess Twilight is explaining to you the inner workings and complex way of life of ponies who live in this harbor town. Halfway through you fell asleep however, only rousing awake with that last sneeze.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look over to Twilight who yaps away next to you sitting by the window of the train.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Look at her. She just talks and talks. What the hell is she even saying? Something about a gift from Prance..? The hell's a Prance? Her eyes are weird. They tend to stay hidden under her bangs, only revealing themselves in brief opportune moments. In the times you did see them, you were a bit unnerved. They don't seem to absorb light, rather they reflect it like two oculine mirrors. You shiver.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's still talking, amazing. How does Celestia tolerate this constant stream of prattle? She must be able to tune her out, you wouldn't be surprised.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tense a little at the thought of the princess. Your &quot;master&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That damned psychotic mare! Packing you off with this girl as if you were merely some sort of weapon to be deployed at will.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;.....</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh that's right. You -are- only just a weapon. A tool. An instrument for her to weed out her political enemies. You feel your heart sink to the bottom of your chest, to your surprise. Is that really all you are to her? A puppet?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why does this make you sad? After all, you knew this from the start ever since you met her. Celestia is a monster. She's not capable of any interpersonal relations outside of simply pulling strings and making others dance for her.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You click your teeth and kick out your feet, throwing a minor temper tantrum. This gains the violet mare's attention.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous, are you alright?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Piss off you country hedge-creeper! I will have it so you only speak to me in regards to the job. We aren't friends Ms. Sparkle. Simply partners.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You emphasize the Ms. You refuse to acknowledge her as a princess, there's just no way she can be Celestia's &quot;equal&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight gasps, her flat horse teeth revealing themselves as her jaw hangs open.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How dare you! If we're going to work together I'm going to need you to be more cooperative. Being an anti-social psychotic murderous monster would be detrimental to this assignment. I suggest you wisen up before stepping off this train. When we reach Manehattan, the mission will start and we'll have to work together. Get used to it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grumble, slouching in your seat and sinking your hands into the pockets of your nice slacks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight then leans in, her mirror-like eyes reflecting your frowning face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Besides. I can always tell the princess you're being problematic. If you become too difficult to handle, she can end you on the spot. We can always find some other monster to carry out her will.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight backs away content with herself. She's silent as she stares out into the countryside through the window.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;During the reprieve from her lecture, you begin to dwell on what all was said. The idea that Celestia would just so casually brush you aside is somewhat of a heartbreak. A sobering realization that scares you. Of course you don't want to blindly bow down to some mad self-absorbed ruler fitting of a fictitious antagonist. If anything there was only room for one legendary evil, and that is you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia may be a demon, but ultimately you are the proprietar of all your kin. In the end, all monsters and demons will fall under your umbrella. Even if this ambition springs you into conflict with Celestia, it will be a battle worth savoring.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though you're already somewhat adamant about your resolve, you aren't completely at ease with the idea of one day opposing her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hate her for sure, at least you like to think so. But there's something about her that moves you so. You know it's nothing superficial like her beauty or blind loyalty. It's something much much more. She's the first being to ever have bested you. To hold such an immense power over your life. The idea that she could cut your thread of fate so easily (if it pleased her) excited you. It's like your waltzing with death. Testing an unstoppable omniscient god everyday to see if that was when you'd finally see them snap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you contemplate, the brand on your chest begins to glow faintly and become warm. It sends your old twisted heart into a flurry. Twilight says that Celestia is aware of every move you make. Is she aware of your thoughts of her and sending you a sign? Whatever causes this, you don't fight it. You simply recline and let the warmth overtake you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You relax, shifting your gaze to Twilight who still stares out the window. It may be the sudden pleasantness overtaking you, but maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be a little nicer to the dwarfed princess. You can stand that much at least.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You also become slightly curious as to who exactly Twilight is. You know she is the 'Princess of Friendship' or whatever. But what does that mean to you? What does that mean to Equestria? And what does that mean to Celestia?</span><br />&quot;Twilight.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes?&quot; she says, gazing at you out of the corner of her eyes.</span><br />&quot;What is your relation to Celestia? How did you even come to be on this little project of hers?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shift in your seat so that you can face her. You can see her face scrunch up in thought as she tries to form her ideas into one neatly organized presentation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, I'm her former student. For a long time Princess Celestia has been somepony of great importance to me. A pillar of morality. Reason and logic. An infinite well of knowledge.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can see Twilight become somewhat embarrassed. Blood is already rushing to her cheeks, making them a soft pink. She continues, not making eye contact. Instead she keeps her eyes focused on the country that goes rushing by.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She's like a second mother to me. She insists that she and I are now on the same playing field, but it never feels that way. She always seems leagues ahead of me, lightyears ahead and sometimes I feel like I'll never be able to catch up. Not in a thousand years, not in a million.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight's voice becomes hushed, much more soft and gentle. She smiles, looking out towards Canterlot mountain which fades in the distance with every passing moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Despite all that. Even though I may never actually see myself equal to her, I can always hope and persevere. I can always strive to be more like her. To be someone worthy of standing by her side, even if by that time Equestria has long since faded into obscurity. I want to be of use to her and give my all for what she believes in.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You listen intently, soaking up her words like a thirsty plant. Her reasoning makes sense to you, but also makes you question her. Is she acting out of loyalty or reverence for the princess? Simply because the job was asked of her, or because she feels it's her duty?</span><br />&quot;Do you agree with what she is trying to do? Issuing the deaths of your fellow countrymen. Keeping the fate of Equestria out of the hands of its citizens?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You prod her, wanting a deep and honest answer. Twilight doesn't answer at first, but soon enough she turns to you. Her bangs lifted and eyes reflecting your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It doesn't matter what I believe Anonymous. What matters is that we get the job done. For her. When you come under service to someone such as her, morality becomes a gray area that contorts and shifts in the mist. You stop seeing good and bad, right and wrong, benevolence and malevolence. There is only her ambition.&quot;</span><br /><br />&quot;And what she's having you do doesn't bother you in the slightest? You're completely content with snuffing other pony's lives for the sole purpose of pleasing that mare?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sink down further in your seat, struggling to wrap your head around the concept.</span><br />&quot;Strange. You're willing to throw away the morals you value just because she asked you to. Typically, individuals such as you would see it as wrong. Most would classify beings such as the princess and myself as pure evil.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight's ears lay flat against her head and she breaks eye contact. It isn't until now that you see her eyes have been glowing, a warm golden light. Celestia's golden light.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't know if she's evil. You could argue that those who do terrible things with the best intentions aren't nefarious themselves, but a product of their own bloated compassion for others. In this world, it's easy to determine what's right and wrong, as if the contrast is an objective law of nature. But when it comes to Princess Celestia, you suddenly feel like you can bypass that instinct. See past the darkness and see the light. Even if that light is at the end of a tunnel filled with the blackest black. Good and evil become subjective. Ideologies and principles become simple matters of opinions and schools of thought.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight sighs, a shiver running up her spine and causing her to shake like a cat. Her eye's find your's again and you're able to see the two swirling stars in her irises.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was then you realized. Though Twilight Sparkle hopes to someday stand side-by-side with Celestia, that day will never come. Instead she will stand below her. As an object, just like you and anyone else she plans to use.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;An edit to the observation from the other day: there are actually three kinds of monsters.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The first being those who do terrible things out of self-satisfaction and pure indulgence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The second being those who believe they are working towards the greater good, roping in lesser beings to messy their hands for them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And lastly, those who want so badly to be along side the second monster. So they cast away all they are and give themselves to that monster. They fall subject to the second monster's will, becoming a demon so that they may have a sliver of a chance to stand by their side. But they'll never get it. For the second monster is the worst kind. They have no attachments. No obligations to their fellow monstrosities. There is only their will, their own selfish ambition.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It is true that the second monster may be the most tragic of all. Believing that they truly are working towards a better future and the good of all. Even if they fall victim to their own aspirations, that pain is nothing comparable to the anguish of the third monster. For no matter how hard that monster tries, they will never get what they want. They are pitted against a force that is coded into their very being. They are simply meant to serve the second monster. And that is all their relationship will ever be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You find yourself pitying Twilight; she doesn't know how hopeless her quest is. You've always despised her kind; they have no will of their own. They seek only to please others, to make it so they may be of service to their 'friends' and never once seeking what they personally desire. Too selfless for their own good, destructive to their own being! In the end, she is no better than Celestia. They are both terrible monsters that should be beneath you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For you are the only sane one. You're the only one with who doesn't require the aid or approval of others. What you do, you do for yourself.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In the end, you don't kill for Celestia. You kill because it pleases you. Because it is something you simply enjoy doing. It just so happens that you're managing to stay alive so long as you murder certain people. It isn't your reasoning that rests within Celestia's hooves, but your life. That is what sets you apart from her and Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But what is Twilight's reason? What is the cause of her devotion? She claims that she simply admires her former teacher, that she only wants to see Celestia's will be done. But that alone shouldn't be enough to drive someone to throw away what they personally value. There has to be something else. Whether it be mutual understanding, blackmail, some sort of deal, or love.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pause your thoughts, wondering if you've come to a conclusion.</span><br />&quot;Now if I didn't know better Ms. Sparkle, I'd say you were in love with her majesty. How 'bout it then? Carrying some burning passion for our princess?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You learn in a bit closer. She turns away, her bright eyes no longer burning holes into you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It isn't anything like that. What I feel for her goes beyond something as trivial as love. I imagine it's what all ponies feel for her.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Complete and utter devotion?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight nods. But you're not content with that answer. It tells you nothing, it doesn't tell you why. Why she is able to inspire such an emotion within these sorts of people? Unless, that's just it. It is simply a characteristic of one such as her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've felt it before. When you first met in lower Canterlot. That overpowering will of hers. Celestia radiates an air of invincibility, an atmosphere of total and complete domination of everyone and everything. As if it has been her right since birth. Like she inherited it from some old eldritch god who's gift to her was the very universe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A cold bead of sweat runs down your cheek and your eyes are wide with realization. You begin to wonder if you'll soon succumb to the same spell that has enthralled Twilight Sparkle.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you will become the same monstrosity as her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;An edit to the list of fears belonging to Anon the Ripper:</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stingrays, for their affinity with great Satan.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The dog in Mr. Pantywaist's yard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Most Amphibians.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Commitment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Princess Celestia.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And the idea that your sense of self could be robbed of you and replaced with one that is artificial and crafted by someone else.</span><br />&quot;Eight and nine, garlic and thyme..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight shoots you a glance out of the corner of eye but says nothing. No doubt she thinks you're not only a monster, but a lunatic. But that was fine. You've long since considered the possibility that you're crazy and at this point, it might even be true.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;An hour passes before you come within sight of Manehattan. You've been all over Equestria, from small towns, hamlets, and villas, to large sprawling cities. But you've never been here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A population density much larger than Canterlot. Which means when someone turns up missing, no one bats an eye. A perfect environment for you to perform. You wonder why you never set up shop here in the first place. Maybe Celestia wouldn't have found you so easily if you were holed up in the big city.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But wait. Won't the constant flow of pedestrian traffic hinder your movements? You're the only human in Equestria after all. Not to mention Ms. Sparkle was a 'princess'. So what the hell are you suppose to do?</span><br />&quot;Twilight. How exactly are we supposed to move about the city? The streets are fairly crowded, even at night yes?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight perks up, excited that you finally get to put plans in motion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm glad you asked!&quot; she says beaming.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a moment you regret ever asking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This train isn't like most. While we -are- bound for Manehattan, we won't be stepping off at the usual station.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Then where? Don't tell me we're taking some secret entrance into the city.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's exactly what we're doing!&quot;</span><br />&quot;What?&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Under Manehattan is a labyrinth of old subway tunnels and abandoned sewer ways. We're headed for an old transit platform that hasn't been used for fifty years. That'll be our base of operations.&quot;</span><br />&quot;And we're to use these underground networks as a means to navigate the city without being seen?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's correct.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Huh.... I wasn't aware this job would need something so.... Covert.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well based on how you did the first time, Celestia thought it best to take precautions so that we limit your time in the open as much as possible. You'll move below ground in pursuit of the target, staying out of sight of innocent bystanders. So that we can avoid an incident like Lady Penelope's son.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You huff and fold your arms. You're probably not going to live that mistake down.</span><br />&quot;And what will you be doing? You're not coming with me, are you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight shakes her head, her mane swaying left to right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We aren't the only one's on this job. There are others waiting for us at the transit platform. Several ponies who specialize in information gathering and intelligence. I'll be working with them and help get you to where you need to go. That way we'll be able to place you in the right place at the right time.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Can't you just, cast some sort of invisibility spell? I dislike the idea of footing around sewers and unstable tunnels.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight rolls her eyes, something that seemed extremely natural for her. It manages to piss you off a slight bit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You think I just have that sort of thing on hoof? Things like that take time to prepare, hours of study.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Then why didn't you do your homework before the job?&quot; you throw her a sideways glance in which she tries to avoid.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well I....&quot; she trails off and sounds unsure of herself. &quot;That doesn't matter. What matters is how we apply the resources available to us.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Aren't you the supposed Element of Magic or other? That implies you're pretty handy with that wand of yours, yeah?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give Twilight's horn a gentle pluck and she recoils instantly.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;In any case, you should be able to move about the city with ease like I said.&quot; Twilight reiterates, rubbing the length of her horn.</span><br />&quot;Right then. Then I'll leave everything to you, so long as you stay out of my way when the time comes.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Easy there. Don't get too full of yourself. There's still a chance for error, no matter how carefully you plan.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Mm, I'll keep that in mind.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The train trembles as it shifts rails, deviating from the normal railway and heading for a tunnel. Manehattan quickly disappears as your train begins to burrow deep into the ground. Lights flicker by, illuminating your face in intervals of three seconds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You find yourself wondering who your target is this time. You start to think about who they might be as a person. What they do for a living, what kind of clothes they wear, how they style their mane. It's always the trivial things that tie your mind down when it comes to victims. You spend the rest of your time thinking about all this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Below your feet you can feel the train begin to come to a stop so you stand, grabbing one of the ceiling rails. Your body rocks back and forth in the train as it glides over the rails, slowly halting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh and one more thing. Princess Celestia has asked you to be on your best behavior so be nice.&quot; Twilight says.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scoff. You're not some child, you know perfectly well how to mind your manners. You don't need a reminder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight stands and moves past you so that she may access the doors. You join her, waiting for the series of small lights to end and reveal the brightly lit train platform. Before long you arrive at your destination. Outside the train are a few stallions and mares who talk amongst themselves. The platform is almost barren, save for a few nondescript devices and boards.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The train stops completely and Twilight inhales deeply, her ears still folded down.</span><br />&quot;Nervous?&quot; you ask.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight only holds her head high in response.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of course not.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The train doors open and you step down with Ms. Sparkle.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking around, the underground platform looks no different from any other train station. Save for the rocky roof over your head. A team of six comes to meet you. Four mares and two stallions, all of varying colors and body shape. One of the mares is rather cute, a short powder blue mare with glasses. She eyes you from behind her glasses and when you stare back she looks away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Each pony takes their turn greeting Twilight and, for obvious reasons, only nodding in your direction. For the first time in a long while you find yourself curious as to what you might look like to them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A tall menacing creature with wide maddened eyes, long appendages and almost permanent scowl. As well as an incredible fashion sense.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight wastes no time getting down to business. Which is rather nice, you didn't enjoy waiting around when there's work to be done. There is a table near the center of the platform, surrounding that table are numerous boards with various maps pasted on them. Highlighted streets and railroads. Some with tacks pressed into them to mark various locations.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You all take your seats, which are really just pillows. You rest your elbows on your knees as you begin to memorize each of their faces, taking up ever detail you can.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It is then that Twilight clears her throat and begins to finally deliver the briefing she has withheld from you all this time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We'll be skipping the introductions. The princess doesn't want any of your names on what we're about to do. Keep your identity to yourselves and you may be able to walk away from this cleanly in the event we are found out. And if we are discovered, all responsibility will fall on me. I will shield you as much as I can.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at each pony's face. They all seem glad to hear that; this must be their first shady operation. Twilight continues.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Our target is Mr. Peon Hayseed, who is playing as host to a rally in downtown Manehattan.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight reaches for a bag she brought with her, one that you hadn't even noticed. From the small leather bag she produces a photograph of an aging gray-maned stallion. Heavy bags under his eyes and beard of match striker. A member of the working class through and through.</span><br />&quot;As you all know, Anonymous will be our err... hitman. We are to assist him in any way we can. This includes mapping, time coordination, and general information of the area of operation. We'll be assigned codenames, each of you will-&quot;<br />&quot;Codenames? How are we even going to communicate if I'm above ground and you lot remain here?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your sudden interjection causes the other ponies to jump slightly in their seats. Twilight huffs and shoots you a sideways glance through her mirror-like eyeballs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The codenames are something I added to make this more fun. I'll even let you pick yours, Anonymous. As for communication, we will be using whisperweed. Enchanted blades of grass that let's you communicate verbally over long distances. Isn't that neat?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug your elbows, not really impressed. Twilight continues despite your unenthused rebuttal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry, I digressed a bit. Anyway, Peon's rally will be held in an abandoned warehouse down by the docs. Supposedly warehouse C through G. The plan is to do him in as subtly as possible, but knowing our man of the hour, that may not be possible. Regardless, there will be many ideal opportunities to 'whack' him.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight then points across the table to the mare with glasses.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ms..... Glossary,&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mare in question frowns and adjusts her glasses.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uhm, Princess Twilight.. could you maybe change my codename. Glossary doesn't really suit my fancy.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight stares blankly for a few moments before finally blinking, and then furrowing a brow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What's wrong with Glossary?&quot; she asks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nothing. Just, I would rather something different. Like Limerick or Pastoral, if we're to keep up the theme of literature.&quot;</span><br /><br />&quot;Are the naming conventions really following literary themes? That's dumb.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You fold your arms and throw Twilight an uninterested stare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's not 'dumb'! You're dumb.&quot; Twilight lashes out at you instantly, her cheeks puffing up like a chipmunk.</span><br />&quot;What's you're codename then?&quot; you ask.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight smolders in quiet anger as she reveals the codename she spent so long creating.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Biblio...&quot; she mutters meekly.</span><br />&quot;You see? That's incredibly dull. If you want the codenames to be fun, you have to allow us to go all out with it. Something like Eagle <span class="nu0">1</span> or Naked Snake.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod to yourself, realizing how right you are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight only looks at you flatly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Many would argue that those names are dumb. Now hush.&quot; Twilight once again turns her attention to the mare with glasses. &quot;Alright, you'll be Ms. Pastoral. The rest of you will go by Torn Paperback, Light Novelette, Angel's Thesis, HB 1, Sci, and Fi.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight holds her head high as if she has just made a great accomplishment. Everyone grumbles and shoots each other a look of displeasure, but none of them request to change their name. But you sure as hell aren't going to let her give you any poppycock codename that doesn't even fit you. No, your name has to depict you, represent you in a most appropriate manner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before Twilight can suggest the name &quot;Bible&quot; you pinch her muzzle closed.</span><br />&quot;My codename should obviously be something that rightfully describes me. Something that really captures the infinite mystery that is myself.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight's deadpan stare does little to phase you. You're more concerned with thinking of codenames.</span><br />&quot;Something fitting of a monster.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;In that case I would suggest Lapdog, my monster.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The air becomes insanely heavy, so much so that you find yourself buckling in on yourself. Hard echoed hoofsteps fly through the air and each pony bows out of reflex, including Twilight.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's hot, too hot for what it was a few seconds ago. And if that wasn't enough a hot flash moves across your back, instantly drawing sweat from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's there, right behind you. You can feel her standing over you and you can almost hear that damned smile plastered across her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hello my little ponies.&quot; she says aloud. Then you hear her in your ear, her sweet voice flowing into you in a whisper. &quot;Hello, my monster.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight's the first to rise, putting on her biggest smile and widening her eyes to the size of saucers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Princess Celestia! I thought you weren't supposed to be in Manehattan until tomorrow.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now that Twilight has risen, the rest return to their hooves and give a collective exhale. You however are motionless.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight rushes past you to recieve hug from Celestia.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;True that my being here is a bit unexpected. But I figured that if I was coming anyway, I may as well stop by a bit earlier to pay you all a visit. I hope the human is on his best behavior?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You snap out of your trance and whirl around to look at the tall white mare. Her wings are spread wide to make herself appear bigger and it's definitely working. She seems to tower over you just like she always does.</span><br />&quot;I'm not a child. And I won't be referred to as &quot;the human&quot;. I have a name and I expect you to use it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to stand but find yourself halt. Something in your legs is resisting you, hindering you from standing. Instead of bringing you to your feet, they instead bring you to your knees. Without your input your body bows to the princess even though you try your hardest to fight it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Show your respect and bow before your sovereign.&quot; her voice is a bit more stern. More authoritative than usual.</span><br />&quot;I would have bowed! Most likely.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia ignores you. She takes her time looking over the team of ponies gathered.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I trust you all will aid my two friends to the best of your abilities?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Each pony nods, adopting proud smiles. Eager to please, eager to not disappoint.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That pleases me. You're all providing a great service for the nation. Each of you prove to be true patriots and will always be remembered as such.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia offers a smile to each of them, a smile that warms each of the hearths of their hearts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You are all working towards a greater good that will secure your future, as well as your children's, and the many generations to come. It all starts here. With ponies like you, willing to throw yourselves into the line of service to your princess. There aren't many who I owe a debt to, but now I shall add you to the list.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You spy Twilight shiver next to her former teacher. A twisted wicked smile curls the corners of her mouth and her eyes seemed to glaze over. She's beaming with absolute adoration for Celestia. You can somewhat sympathize with that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia's gaze then trains on you again. Her eyes are hungry, starving even as they plat burrow into you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Enjoy yourself tonight. Have fun in what you do. And if it pleases me, you will be rewarded.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The marking on your chest begins to glow faintly and you do your best to conceal it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia's massive wing brushes over your cheek, her feathers tickling your face as they gentle glide along the surface.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;All of you do me proud. You know what waits for you should you fail.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's then that you notice everyone cast their eyes to the floor, avoid Celestia. The hell does she mean by that?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You move to ask but you're interrupted by her horn shinning incredibly bright. Her form seemed to fade from the world around you, making her appear translucent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh and I almost forgot. Peon Hayseed is not your only target. I have decided that it would be best if you eliminated any and all participants of his rallies. Find some way to get rid of them all at once. This is most preferred.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that last bit Celestia is gone within an instant, leaving you all standing around glad you can finally breath again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's a long silence before Twilight speaks up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright. Let's go over the plan.&quot;</span></div></div>
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<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br />~A Princess' Monster~<br />[Part II]<br />|Employment|<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wiggle your toes as you open your eyes to the blinding light.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Immediately you sit up, clutching the covers in your shaking heads.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your breath is ragged and your hair a mess, and you feel a slight sickness in your stomach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you aren't dead. So that's something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look over your body, trying to find any scars or wounds. To your relief you find nothing. You are totally unharmed. You think.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shaking your head you try to remember everything that happened.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You came home late at night after a kill. Nothing was out of the ordinary was it? You try harder to remember but when your brain turns up nothing you become frustrated.</span><br />&quot;I know there was something..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your own voice somewhat surprises you. As if you shouldn't be able to speak at all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now you looked around the room you were in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;White. Nothing but white. White walls, white floors and ceilings. White furniture. It hurt your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pulling the sheets off you, you turn in the bed, placing your bare feet onto the cold alabaster floor. You shiver as you stand, your loose pajamas cascading down your body.</span><br />&quot;I don't remember changing. And where the hell am I..?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sleep still has its groggy handlers on you as you move away from the bed in an attempt to escape it. You make towards the vanity in the corner of the large room. It's a very quaint little piece of furniture. Lined with golden curls, resembling French Rococo.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't sit, instead you lean in on your palms to look at yourself in the mirror.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's old, so old you have to wipe away the dust with your sleeve.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually you create a surface you can see yourself with and look over yourself once again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing was wrong with your face, thank God. And nothing else seemed out of the ordinary.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then why can't you remember? Why is it that you awoke here with a memory gap?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dammit, you deserve answers!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You spend a little time making angry faces in the mirror, smearing your visage all over it. This vanity will know your displeasure in being here!</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But soon enough you tire of playing games with yourself and you turn away. But as you do so, you catch something looming across your chest, poking its head out of your loose pajama top.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lean back in for another look. It was on the left side of your chest and curved like some sort of tendril.</span><br />&quot;Strange..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slowly pull at the neckline to expose your chest and what greets you sends you rocking back in slight horror.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There on your chest is a charred black sun. Its blackness like the deepest chasm and as ugly as sin. You remember almost immediately. This was her doing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You run your finger over it and you instantly tense. There was a pain that pulsated throughout you at the touch. It feels like the pain reached its cold bony hands into your chest and grasped your heart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She has placed her mark on you. She wasn't kidding when she said she'd make you hers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you didn't know that meant her scarring your body! How dare she!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stomp away from mirror and make a straight line for the door. Someone is going to get a very stern talking to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You place your hand on the cold door knob and prepare to yank the door open. And you almost break an arm, for the door was stuck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The door rattles as you continue to pull on it, but it doesn't budge.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you opt to try two hands and give it a mighty tug. Again the door doesn't yield.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin pulling with all your might. Even going as far as to place your feet on each end of the doorframe, lifting yourself off the ground.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull. And pull some more. Then the door begins to creak. Almost! You've almost got it!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celebrations are already running through your head as the lock gives way and you're sent on your back side with the door knob in hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It takes you awhile to come around again but when you do, you see the door cracked open.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand, pleased with yourself. There's nothing a man can't do when he puts his mind to it!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tossing the door knob aside you stroll up to the door and open it. Only to be met by a wall of bricks.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You groan loudly. Like a child who's parents aren't indulging him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The tantrum your throw is also similar. You stomp around in your room, tossing things over and screaming at the ceiling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Usually you'd care about acting so childishly, but now it doesn't matter. You deserved to let off a little steam after being kidnapped, branded, and forced into this room with no way out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually you tire yourself and collapse on the bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your stomach growls, causing a rumbling in your lower body that you can't ignore.</span><br />&quot;And what am I supposed to do for food!?&quot; you call out.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Naturally nobody answered. There was only your voice and the sounds you made with your own movement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lay on the bed, bored and hungry. You hadn't either bothered to look out the window. The view was nothing compared to freedom. A caged bird could have a view of the entire kingdom, but he wouldn't get to explore it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to trap yourself in shallow poetry, tucking your knees to your chin and passing the time with old songs and rhymes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you hear a soft creaking from within the walls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You snap to attention immediately and hop off the bed. Your body has now entered stealth mode. Something you had a great deal of practice in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The creaking doesn't stop, instead it continues on indifferent to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your ears have been trained to hear a butterfly's wing beat, though not really. You liked to think that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still, you follow the sound over to a wall adjacent to your bed. Placing your ear up to it you hear the sound more clearly.</span><br />&quot;Hmmm. A pulley. Three-hundred foot rope. It's....lifting something.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You use your supernatural powers to determine what the source is. Though they aren't really supernatural, more just clever guessing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The creaking in the wall stops and you back away, not sure what to expect.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A panel in the wall opens, one you hadn't noticed.</span><br />&quot;Peculiar..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lean in to peak inside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Inside is a neatly placed meal of eggs, bacon, four pancakes and a nice tall glass of vitamin C. Also a letter.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand there staring at the plate. For some reason you don't trust it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel if you reach for it the panel would snap down on your arm and bite it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A moment passes, causing your stomach to rumble a bit more, paining you until you surrender.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach towards the plate and gingerly retrieve it from the tiny elevator and go over to the bed.</span><br />&quot;It's always a letter in these stories....&quot; you say aloud.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before reading the letter you place it aside and dig in. It was a peculiar meal, considering you hadn't had any meat in a very long time. Ponies were herbivores, yet they kept live stock. Were they secretly savage meat eaters?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The meal was still filling though. The bacon wasn't too thin, there was plenty of cheese in the eggs. The pancakes were even spot on. They reminded you of the old country.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's been awhile since you had such a great meal. Actually, you've been living off of stolen breads for a very long time so this was a nice change of pace.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Downing the tall glass of orange juice, you turn to the eggshell white envelope on the bed beside you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It fits in your hand perfectly, and it smells like sunflowers. That's nice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You peel it open, wafting a stronger smell from inside.</span><br />&quot;She must fancy perfume.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neat swirly curls of words dance across the parchment from left to right. It's much better than your own, and you don't think you'd ever get that good. Even with a thousand years of practice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to read, squinting your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I take it you've awoken. Try and be more quiet. You'll bring the entire castle down with your childish temper. No doubt you have questions, questions I'll answer when I feel the time is appropriate. For now, I want you to focus all your effort into getting dressed. Your clothes are in the wardrobe. I am coming to see you within the hour. Wait for me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There is no signature, not that it needs one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't like the idea of having to wait on her. Knowing her, she'd probably make you wait all day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh as you stand, finding the wardrobe.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Marching over to the giant wooden exo-closet, you pull on the handles to open it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's your normal attire, neatly sorted into the left side. On the right are more clothes you've never seen before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull one item from the right. A nice white button down with golden embroidery and frilled around the collar and cuffs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod, draping it over your arm. Next you pull some very nice slacks. A deep black with gold buttons trailing up the seams on the side. You nod again and continue looking through the wardrobe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually you settle on your attire and begin to get dressed. You peel out of your pajamas, shivering slightly in the cold stone room. You'd bathe, but there was no tub. You'd have to mention that to Celestia.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you get dressed your attention is constantly pulled towards the large window. After slipping on your pants you stride over to it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's high-noon. Not that late in the day. You were high up, very high. Must be in one of the several keeps that puncture the sky. But it's hard to tell which one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watch the sky for a little while before becoming bored with it. Cloud watching just wasn't as fun as it used to be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit down on the bed and buckle up your boots. With that done you begin to wait for Celestia, at least for now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's a clock in the corner. An ancient grandfather clock that ticks madly. A thick heavy sound that is heard every second. All it does is remind you of your boredom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A minute passes. Then three, then nine, thirty, until finally it's been a whole hour. At least it feels that way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Boredom threatens to overtake you should you stay on this bed for a moment more. So you rise, pacing frantically.</span><br />&quot;I have to leave this place. I'll go mad if I stay here any longer!&quot; you say aloud.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to search for ways out. You certainly weren't escaping via the window or door. No there was only on option.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The service elevator sits patiently in the wall, the panel still open. It's just big enough.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile, patting yourself on the back for the genius idea.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'll escape this prison and be among the people once more! All you need to do is tuck your elbows in and hug your knees.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You poke your head into the small crate-like elevator. It smelled like oldness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe this wasn't such a good idea?</span><br />&quot;No. It will work. I just need to have faith.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yes, faith! Faith could make a man fly if he believed hard enough.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to hastily climb in. It's a tight squeeze but you manage to get yourself inside without too much hassle.</span><br />&quot;Alright. I'll need the other components as well. I have faith. I have trust.... sort of. What was the last part?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try and remember the third component to the formula but eventually turn up with nothing.</span><br />&quot;Bah! I'm sure it'll be fine.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Two out of three wasn't bad so the odds weren't terrible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab hold of one of the ropes between your legs and test it. Pulling it lifted you slightly higher.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Obviously, that was the wrong rope. So you grip the other and begin to pull.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a few tugs you manage to lower the box a tiny bit. But hey, it works so that's good enough for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly but surely you begin to ascend. The box creaks with each tug, groaning under your weight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pretty soon you're encased in darkness and unable to see. Now you're more or less a mouse scuttling inside the walls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you descend you begin to grow tired. You're already several minutes in and you have no idea how far the bottom is. After another five you start consider that maybe you made a mistake.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you should have waited.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you're already halfway! Maybe. It may be even harder to go back the way you came. You must persist! Freedom was only a few tugs away!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;......</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It has been what feels like several hours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your arms can no longer pull. The tips of your fingers have withered away, leaving only your skeletal feelers. Your back hurts from being hunched over for so long. And you're pretty sure the crick in your neck will kill you.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're pretty sure you've gone insane, if you weren't already.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The darkness has become tangible. Crawling up your legs and wrapping itself around your waist, intimately.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's deathly hot. It's the kind of heat that bleaches bones white and makes you burn your bare feet on the concrete. Extremely unpleasant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't even form a thought. It could be that you simply stopped thinking as a way to cope with this suffering.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But a single word echoes in your collapsed mind. A question that'll haunt you for the rest of your life.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why the hell did you think this was a good idea?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You regret everything you've ever done. If this was punishment for your sins, it was a little cruel.</span><br />&quot;This must be similar to how convicts feel. Deprived of any freedom....void of any sunlight. Oh the horror..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your voice doesn't travel far, making it seem louder within the enclosed space.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right now, you are your only friend. And as far as you know, the last living creature in Equestria.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After all, you had no sense of time. So to you, it seemed fairly plausible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How long has Celestia been dead? No, she was still alive. She had to be. But would she still be in power? It could be that some other fellow took power years ago.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You entertain the idea of Celestia forced into hiding. Living in a hovel and barely staying alive. Her days of chair stealing and abduction completely over!</span><br />&quot;Ha!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You laugh aloud, jolting your body and causing the service elevator to shake.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now you're reminded that you're still in the elevator and not some world of your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eons have you spent imprisoned here. But no more!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You made a commitment all those years ago that you would escape this castle! Or at least that bedroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now isn't the time to quit. There are mares that need killing, and chairs that need sitting. You can't afford to sit on your ass, hunched over in an elevator between the walls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You once again take hold of the rope, age old dust falling from your revitalized arm and pull!</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're descending faster now. You can feel it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One, two. One, two! The elevator is practically plummeting from how fast you're pulling. Soon enough, you'll crash at the bottom and be free!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing has made you more committed in your entire life. A wellspring of potential energy was suddenly tapped in the darkness and now it powers you like a steam train with too much coal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to see light gently leak into the shaft and you become excited. Your palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy, but you persevere!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing can stop you. Your arms are fine instruments crafted by gods and your will is as sturdy as Troy's walls! Nothing is unobtainable. Your goal is within clear sight. Reach out and grasp it!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Light is filling the shaft and you can see out side for the first time in years. It's beautiful. Never before has there been a sight that has made you weep tears of joy. It feels like coming home.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hands are burning and your biceps threaten to tear themselves from your shoulders. But you don't stop. Not when the promise land is so close.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, at long last you reach the bottom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Weakly you climb out, shaking and frail. But the light kisses your face so sweetly. You did it, Anon. You are free.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You move to stand, but fear your knees may give out from under you. But you must at least try. Try and stand and bask in your freedom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually you are able and you stand tall on your own two feet and gaze upon the world around you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which is the room you just left.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia is sitting on the bed, her nose buried deep within the folds of a newspaper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;When I give you instructions I expect you to follow them.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice is low and sweet. But you can still hear the maleficence behind it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quickly whirl around and throw your gaze at the elevator. It looks just as it did when you left. Which was eight minutes ago.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You fall to your knees, utterly defeated.</span><br />&quot;Mark my words, Princess. I will have revenge for this trickery!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Trickery? Do you really think me that evil?&quot;</span><br /><br />&quot;Of course I do!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia recoils. She seems surprised and slightly hurt. But you don't care, you're only speaking the truth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She is the scorn of the virtuous. The caretaker of the damned. She is the death of hope!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It pains me that you think of me in that way. I had hoped we'd become friends, or at least you learned your place.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your place? You knew very well where your place is. And it sure as hell ain't here.</span><br />&quot;My place is out there!&quot; you say pointing to the window. &quot;I belong outside. Free to do as I please. Not confined to this cell you call a room. For God's sake you've barricaded the door! And that trick you pulled with the lift is just cruel!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You want me to allow you to roam the streets like some sort of wild animal? Anon, your being here is part of your domestication. As I said before you are mine and that's that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia raises her nose in the air, looking at you through half-lidded eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sets her newspaper down beside her and you suddenly feel something tug at your collar.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your feet leave the ground as you move through the air, against your will. It isn't until you're brought before her that you see the magical golden glow of her horn. Damned thing, you'd like break it off.</span><br />&quot;Unhand me!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I would, if I had any hands.&quot; she remarks while waving her gold plated hoof in your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But eventually she lets you down and your feet hit the floor. You are now eye level, mostly because she is currently sitting on your bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll be frank with you, Anon. I didn't bring you here simply because I wanted a pet of the exotic variety.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Really? You assumed she abducted you because she had some weird thing for primates.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Like I said, I plan to use you.&quot;</span><br />&quot;And that entails?&quot; you ask while taking a seat beside her.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Some ponies need killing.&quot;</span><br />�<span class="co4">&gt;Ah there it is. You're to be her assassin.</span><br />&quot;You're the damned ruler of this nation. Kill them yourself.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a seat on the bed and lean back on your elbows.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's not that simple Anon. Though you've most likely lived under a rock these past years, Equestria's monarchy has been challenged. Young schoolcolts who feel their word should carry weight in my court. You give the ignorant knowledge and they bite the hoof that feeds them.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I don't understand. Why not just give them their bloody say and be done with it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia rolls her eyes, very unprincess like.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;They won't stop there. For years the peasantry- as well as nobility- have tried to push for democracy. An ideal that will lead this kingdom to ruin.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia was rubbing her head, tired from all the stress.</span><br />&quot;Ah I see. You don't want them to take away your power. You want to remain on top.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're confident in your claim. So much that you go as far as to adopt the smuggest smile you can muster.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The princess now looks guilty, her mouth folded into a frown and her brows slanted.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That is not the way of it. This isn't about my status as ruler or my desire to remain in power. It's about the whole of Equestria. What is needed for my subjects. They cannot govern themselves. They are too naive and childish. If I were to surrender control over to them they would lead the kingdom I've spent a thousand years forging into ruin. I only wish to protect them. From themselves. Ponies need somepony to guide them. Somepony wiser and more learned in the ways of the world. That is why I've come to you, Monster. Drown out these rebellious children. Purge the unfaithful from my kingdom.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia now gazes into your eyes with such intensity that you begin to struggle in your breathing. She was determined, devoted entirely to her ideal. Her resolution created an enormous shadow that loomed over you like great Death and embraced you. It made you want to do anything for her, and for that reason you were afraid.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stare unable to break your gaze from hers. She has you completely ensnared.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel your heart drum madly within your chest. Thump-thump-thump it cries. &quot;Let me out!&quot; it screams. It wants to escape this otherworldly experience. Retreat into more familiar atmospheres. Anywhere but the presence of Princess Celestia.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The both of you share a deep meaningful silence. Unspoken words shooting between you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But eventually you manage to break the silence when Celestia shifts her gaze to the window.</span><br />&quot;You can't think that to be true. You may be their ruler but you're not their god. You can't lead them forever. It has been a thousand years. I'm sure they've evolved to the point where their able to think for themselves entirely. Let them leave the nest already.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No. They are not ready.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Then when will they be ready?&quot; you counter.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Who knows? Possibly never. Which is why I must be there for them. And to do this I need you're help. I have seen how each one of them live their lives. So fleeting and uncaring. They're too kind. Unsuspecting of the evils around them. For star's sake they try and befriend dragons! They are self-destructive. They are good ponies Anon. I won't stand by and let a few rotten apples spoil the bunch.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roll over sighing, not wanting to face her anymore.</span><br />&quot;I have nothing to do with your politics. I am but a humble monster. I have no concept of greater good, I could care less about your country and its people. The world around me is susceptible to change, but I need not change with it in order to do as I please. But, I suppose I did agree to your proposal. And had I not I'd be sailing with spirits. But know this, Celestia. It takes a true monster to contract another to do their dirty work. It takes someone cunning, manipulative, and wise to influence those around them.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia erected herself, once again adopting her prideful airs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What are you implying?&quot; she asked sternly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wave your hand back and forth playfully.</span><br />&quot;Nothing. Though I hope you don't lose sight of your vision, then you'd be even worse than I.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's strange for you to think so, but in this moment Celestia looks exactly like you. Of course not physically, but spiritually? She is of course a monster, in her own right. Though she plays the role of the tragic hero, forced to make a sacrifice for the greater good. All the while having her lapdog perform the slaying.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But behind that sinister intent was genuine care and love for her people. A love that can never waver. Not even if the heavens opened up and commanded her to relinquish their lives.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Men aren't born with purpose. Same with pony folk and the like. We must all find our own purpose, our lot in life and role to play. Where you were a bit uncertain, Celestia knew one-hundred percent what her purpose was. To lead. To supervise her subjects for eternity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In that way you respected her. Celestia was a monster who hid from the shadows and walked in the light. Willing to do anything to preserve said light.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;However, monsters like her are dangerous. If left unchecked, their ambition may either decay or increase to gluttonous sizes. Celestia could be driven mad by her own purpose to the point where her frothing madness swallows the entirety of Equestria. And if that happened, how would you fulfill your own purpose?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She claims ponies are the ones who need supervision when really it is her that must be watched.</span><br />&quot;Very well then.&quot; you say rolling back over.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She still has that painfully lovely gaze that caresses your heart.</span><br />&quot;Ask whatever you may need of me. Consider your enemies my own.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A devilish smile that could frighten demons assumes her pristine face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But of course.&quot; she replies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She also hesitates which is uncharacteristic of her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thank you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That was strange. You could be wrong, but you're sure you see gratitude under that nefarious intent of hers. You don't get to comment on it as she stands. Her wings unfurled and her mane begins to flow like the wild currents of the sea.</span><br />&quot;So what's the first order of business?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The death of Lady Penelope.&quot;</span><br /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You exhale, your breath fleeing from your insides and into the cold night air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once again you stalk the night, feeling at home.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're practically bursting with excitement as you make your way to Canterlot's very own cloud district. It wasn't often that you visited, but each time you did you found exquisite pleasures.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's the same with tonight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lady Penelope, wife of a noble who is currently away. Recently she has been organizing meets with the peasantry in an attempt to plant the seeds of revolution. Supposedly she is very beautiful. Coat a pure platinum and mane of glistening ivory.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shiver as you stand out side the gates to her estate. Haughty iron bars stand between you and the inside. For most this gate would be a test of conviction. To give you the sense that you won't be able to go back should you cross them. However this is pointless for you. After all, you could never go back. Wherever 'back' was.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From the pocket of your over coat you retrieve the key given to you by Her Majesty. A literal key to the city.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle as you slide it into the lock. The only thing that'd make this moment perfect is if the key were comically oversized.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The gate opens with a loud 'ca-clunk' and you push ever so slightly on it and peek into the mansion grounds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's night and hard to see which makes it a bit difficult to truly appreciate the lavish garden that was the front lawn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try and muffle your footsteps as you make your away across the cobblestone. You tip toe as cautiously as a cat, making your way through the mansion grounds until your hugging the walls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The front door is next to you, risen by some stairs. But you can't possibly just take the front door. Well you could, but it wouldn't be tasteful. You have to do this by the book. Sneak into a window or something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look up and scan the second floor for and accessible windows.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sure enough there's door open on the balcony. That's your way in, you just need to find a way to reach it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn and reach into your bag. It just so happens that you have a grappling hook in your inventory. Celestia made sure to send you in with appropriate tools.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've never used a grappling hook before, but you figured it'd be simple. All you really have to do is latch it onto the balcony rails. you lengthen the rope in your hands before twirling the hook. Then it flies from your hand in an underhanded motion, knocking against the balcony floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now you pull carefully, trying to guide it to the rails. It grabs hold and you give the rope a might tug to test it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Success. Now all you need to do is figure out how to climb a rope. But you figure that too would be easy enough. You grab the rope and place your boots on the wall. Slowly you begin your ascent.</span><br />&quot;Right, left, maintain breath. Stay out of sight and avoid death.&quot; you say in a very hushed drone.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Climbing is a lot harder than you thought. It takes stamina and strength that you're slightly lacking at the moment. But you persevere. Only a few more paces.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually you pull yourself over the balcony and rest. The weather is getting to you. If you stay out here any longer you'll catch your death of cold.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You immediately look towards the warm glow within the house. The only thing standing in between you and it is a light curtain flapping in the breeze.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Quickly you pull up the rope and bundle it beside the rails and slowly move towards the door. Your footsteps are muffled and your breath is ever so calm. You were meant for this. This lurking in the shadows. Shadows cast by Celestia's radiant light.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly and carefully you pull away the curtain and peer inside. There is a fireplace, much fancier than yours, a very ornate lounge chair, and a desk. It truly looks like the home of nobility. You're even jealous the wallpaper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There was no one around, or so it seemed. And so you step in.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The flames in the fire place seem to startle at your sudden presence. And rightfully so. For only the flames knew what your intentions were, yet they could tell no one. They can only attempt and hiss and crackle their warnings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now that you were inside you perceived a better sight of the room. The walls were lined with books. Some as ancient as the princess and newer than the sixth season.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pussyfoot around for awhile, taking in everything completely until you're ready to move on. Supposedly there were only three ponies in the house. Lady Penelope, her son Telemachus, and their head maid. This would make it easier to move about.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Moving over to the door leading into the hall, you hug your right cheek to its frame. You listen for a moment until reaching for the door knob. You pull gently, not wanting the creak in the door to be too loud.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You poke your head into the hall and hear a voice from one end of the hall. A voice like falling ice and crunching snow. It makes you shiver.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ms. Bonnet, could you come here for a moment please.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes ma'am!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The second voice came from the other end, from behind a corner. You hear hoofsteps begin to round the corner in a hurry and you peel back into the study. You wait until the hooves past by you, then fade from hearing. Then you look out again to emerge from the study.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You follow the sound of conversation, a door that's now wide open and revealing a bedroom. Inching closer you pick up their conversation. The frosty voice- who you assumed was Lady Penelope, your delightful target- spoke first.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thank you Miss. I shan't be needing you any longer tonight.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, if it's alright with you ma'am, I'd like to be going.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh? Rushing off somewhere?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ehh....yes ma'am. See, my brother has been sick for almost five weeks now. I try to be with him as much as I can.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You come to a stop by the door. You were close enough now to even hear their breathing. Without a sound you hug the wall by the door, making sure they can't see you.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah I see. Well then I shouldn't keep you any longer. Give my regards to your parents.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Will do ma'am. And you have yourself a good night. I'll be here in the morning around nine.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear the maid begin to shuffle her hooves and turn to leave when she is stopped by the lady.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh and Ms. Bonnet.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, ma'am?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There was a brief moment of silence between the two. As if both of them paused to read each other's expressions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;They found another victim last night. Ms. Heartstrings....&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel a tingle run up your spine and you're force to give a smile. It always pleases you to hear others talk about your work.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh yes ma'am I heard. Such a tragedy. She played beautifully...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That she did. My husband and I once attended a show of hers. I can remember feeling my heart ache as she strummed through entire lives worth of emotion. A talented mare she was.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two go silent again. Maybe reflecting on the mare that used to be Lyra Heartstrings. It does you good to know that people cared for her so. For you also cared for her. She was beautiful as she received your gift. In that moment you had thought you found love, only to have it fade with the light in her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lady Penelope speaks up again, this time adopting a more positive tone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do be careful Ms. Bonnet. Stay on the main road. Avoid the dark. Or Canterlot's own monster will snatch you up in his fangs.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She wasn't wrong. But Ms. Bonnet will have to wait. You make a mental note of the name as you wait outside in silence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thank you ma'am. So like you to worry about the peasantry.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear hoofsteps coming your way and you duck into the shadows by the door. Ms. Bonnet strides down the long hall before disappearing behind the corner. You listen to the clip-clop of her hooves fade out completely before you exhale.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you're motionless still. You don't move a muscle until you hear the door downstairs close with a thud.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now was the time.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slither into the room. A comfy space that resonated an air of peace. It was like sleeping in your mother's room when you were home sick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lady Penelope sits in a rocking chair that faced the window. Your footsteps are as light as air and you move like the looming clouds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From behind Penelope looks like a painting. A lone mare calmly gazing at the night sky. Her mane a stark white and her coat a monochrome grey. She's in her evening gown, a modest white ghostly sheet that covers her from neck to hoof.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even from this limited observation you can tell she's quite lovely. A beauty who stands above most common mares. It makes you happy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watch her for awhile, not really eyeing her for anything in particular. But it was sometimes nice to observe those who would fall your victim. You like to watch them in their last moments. Before they succumb to the mind wracking fear that was their imminent doom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lady Penelope hums gently. A warm song on winds from the East. It fills you with thoughts of love and awe, something that had become very rare for you these days.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After awhile you step up and clear your throat. The chair immediately stops rocking, as well as her angelic humming. You could feel her breath hitch in her throat and see her hooves grip the arms of her chair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She see's you. In the reflection of the window. You loom over her like a great giant of shadow and umbra.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her head slowly turns to you, her bespectacled jewel-like eyes staring into your manic lookers.</span><br />&quot;Hello.&quot; you say pleasantly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You place your arms behind your back and put on the biggest smile you can muster.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's still frightened by you. You can see this in the way her eyes trace your monstrous figure. She see's you as a minotaur, yet your knees weren't backwards and your head was that of a hairless monkey. She recoils in horror and you love it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What are you doing in my home?&quot; she asks as calmly as she can manage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give a shallow bow and lock your eyes on hers.</span><br />&quot;Working.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She is perplexed. You watch as she tries to unravel what that would mean. When she finds no answer she asks,</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What labor have you in my home at this hour? Begone! I don't know who you are, but I will see you in prison for intruding on my property!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stands and rounds her window side chair, her eyes burning hot coals. But you can tell it's all a front.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her knees quiver and her breathing is substantially uneven.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Most didn't try and put up a fight. Most mares would immediately flee or catch the smell of your murderous intent and beg for their life. But not Lady P-e-n-e-l-o-p-e!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She is a noble mare. One with pride! So stern and steadfast. It makes you a bit giddy.</span><br />&quot;And if I refuse?&quot; you call to her.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watch as her gaze begins to dart all around the room; she's trying to find any focal point that isn't you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You love when they try and ignore you. As if you'd simply go away if they didn't have to look at you. Some are actually surprised when you pounce on them, wholeheartedly believing you had vanished.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wait. I know what you are....&quot; Penelope says in a frightened whisper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She begins to back away. So you advance, your boots hitting the hard wood floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're The Ripper!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You clap, a sound of thunder ricocheting off the walls.</span><br />&quot;Bravo! You've figured it out! Congratulations!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Penelope's flank hits the window and she gasps aloud.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why? Why have you come for me!? Don't you know who I am!?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tries to adopt a more intimidating and proud speech, but it fails to impact you.</span><br />&quot;Someone wants you dead, Ms. Penelope. And I've been employed to make sure that happens.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Employed...? By whom? Who could possibly want me dead? The nobility? That damned Prince Blueblood isn't it?!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head.</span><br />&quot;No. But close. She doesn't take too kindly to you and your husband trying to force her the Magna Carta.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Penelope's eyes go wide. Wider than a baby's. Her mouth hangs open, but only slightly. Just enough so that you can see her perfectly white teeth.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You don't mean... No! She would never!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh but she would! She told me herself in that damned condescending voice of hers. Apparently Equestria is no place for democracy. Or so she says. Personally I would have supported the idea. But when one offers you a choice that's completely one-sided, you can't do much to help.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're lying! You sinful deceiver! Our princess would never order such a thing! She is kind... Too benevolent to allow such a thing!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You throw your head back in thought. She was right, in a way.</span><br />&quot;Precisely. She is kind, which is why she's doing this. Most kind. She's looking out for you all in the long run. Or so she says. She claims to be such a know-it-all, but I think she just can't handle being deposed. Regardless, she gave me a job I must carry out.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach into your coat and wrap your hands around your beloved dagger. Pulling it out, the blade glimmers in the lamp light of the room. Cold steel that would pierce the Lady Penelope's warm beating heart.</span><br />&quot;Are you ready, ma'am?&quot; you say mimicking Ms. Bonnet.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You stay away from me! You....You monster!&quot; she shouts while trying to find an escape. But she cannot. She is trapped like a tiny animal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ah there it is. Every mare's last words. It always comes so sweet from the lips of women and mares. It makes you shiver. And for it to come from someone such as her, it was pure bliss. Never have you thought in a thousand years you'd feel such ecstasy. The only thing that could increase this joy is if she begs.</span><br />&quot;I suppose I could spare you. On a humble favor.&quot; you say, thumbing the blade held tightly in your hand.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Penelope's old and watery eyes look up at you in desperate curiosity.</span><br />&quot;Your maid, Ms. Bonnet. Where does she live?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mare shudders. Her eyes become hateful, burning with Vulcan's forge. She grinds her teeth with ten pounds of pressure, wanting to gnaw you to the bone.</span><br /><br />&quot;Her life for yours. How about it? I think it's a fair deal. After all, she's just a peasant girl. A maid born to wait on you hand and foot. Well, hoof in your case.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Penelope puts up a front, once again trying to intimidate you. So you move closer with your blade pointing straight at her.</span><br />&quot;No?&quot; you ask again.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Only when you are half a foot away from her does she relent. Her fury is replaced by pure fear as she stares into your maddened eyes. She cowers under you, losing her battle with distress.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He breath is ragged, hardly keeping pace at all. It sounds like a wounded animal, struggling to endure pain. Finally she speaks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Very well... I will tell you. Just please, don't steal me from this world!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This time your own eyes explode open in excitement.</span><br />&quot;Well?&quot; you say impatiently. It comes out like a long spread of butter over toast.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She and her family take residence in lower Canterlot. On Sunset Avenue.... House 283...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lady Penelope collapses in on herself. You watch as her eyes implode like a star and form an endless pit of despair. You wonder what that feels like.</span><br />&quot;Thank you.&quot; you say kindly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then your blade finds itself ramming through her fur and shattering her skin as you drive it deeper and deeper. Penelope cries out in great high pitched wails that mimic howling phantoms. Her pupils shrink to the size of atoms and her mouth hangs open in a perpetual scream of terror and pain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She grabs you, not knowing what to do with her body now that it has been taken from her. Though she was nearly gone, she looked into your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your dark swirling eyes were often the last thing your mares ever saw. And they were driven mad by it. In their deaths they would roam the underworld, insane and dumb. For they beheld a beast more frightening than any legend or fable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her grip begins to weaken around you as you push deeper and deeper. Blood is now spilling from her wound and elegantly pooling around the hilt. Her blood caresses your hand gently, giving you its warmth.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then her body falls to the floor with a crashing sound, pulling itself off your dagger. Blood now messied her night gown. Staining it a bright crimson that darkened at the touch of air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You back away and gaze at Penelope's corpse. So beautiful and still. Tranquil to the point of never moving again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You exhale deeply, loving the feeling of your own breath. It felt very nice to breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Continuing your pleasant breathing you bend down and lift Penelope's night gown to place your eyes on her flank.</span><br />&quot;A weighing scale. How fitting. I wish I could see the world you and your friends were hoping to build.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand, wiping the blood from your blade when you hear the door behind you open a bit wider. You glance over your shoulder to see a young stallion.</span><br />&quot;I had forgotten about him..&quot; you say under your breath.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn to him so that you may get a good look at him. Telemachus. He was young. About fifteen? A hushed tone of brown that melded with his almond mane. His eyes are bright with rage, like a maddened bull he hones in on you. The man standing over his deceased mother.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh in annoyance. Killing males wasn't your favorite activity. But he saw your face, so he must be eliminated.</span><br />&quot;What is it boy? Never seen a member of the working class before?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The youngling says nothing. Just then you notice the spear he held in his magical grasp. A unicorn. That was odd, considering his mother was a pegasus.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without a word he charges you, two red giants burning in his saucer-like eyeballs. He howls like a locomotive as he sprints towards you. But from the beginning he stood no chance. Not against you anyhow. In the end you suppose it's his fault. He shouldn't have saw you. He shouldn't have wandered in here.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You dodge under the spear and close in on him with unnatural speed. Before the colt can register anything your grabbers are already wrapped around his neck. Using his momentum you pivot on your foot, turning and hurling him out of the window behind you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's unclear where this unnatural strength comes from. Or why it manifests within you. But you know how to use it to your advantage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The colt crashes through the window, cursing you as he plummets to the hard ground below. You look out on the windowsill, witnessing his mangled body. He could still be alive. You sigh again.</span><br />&quot;This isn't going very well. Monsters are supposed to be efficient. That horse may give me Hell for this...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You casually step over Penelope's body and rush into the hall. Finding the stairs, you seem to glide down them with ease, finding yourself at the front door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you open the door, the cool air hits you like a heavyweight boxer. It takes a few moments for you to shake old man winter off before stepping outside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Making round the manor grounds you come up on Telemachus' body. Yes he's still alive. Which only made more trouble for you. There was no joy in killing stallions, but you do it out of duty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He doesn't get the chance to curse you one final time as your heel violently crushes his wind pipe. You grind your boot into his throat for good measure before turning on it and making to leave.</span><br />&quot;This all could have gone better. I should have locked the door. Her husband will be heartbroken. Not only his wife but his son as well....&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head as you exit out the gate, not looking back. You expect to be hounded for this blunder when you get back.</span><br />~A Princess' Monster~<br />[Part III]<br />|Reward|<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Icy cold waters snatch you from your sleep, dragging you into the waking world without any mercy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gasp, an act that feels like you've just taken your first breath. Your vision is blurry and you can't quite make out the moving mass in front of you. But it is white.</span><br />&quot;Bloody hell woman. Is this really necessary?&quot; you say harshly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sound of your own voice is like sandpaper grinding against wood.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As your vision clears you become able to make out the room around you. Ancient cobblestone walls that stack high above your head and hard cold floors beneath you. No windows or any hope of sunshine.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your wrists are aching and also above your head. You look up to see you are hanging by a chain. And you are also naked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia's presence also stirs you further into wakeness. It is powerful, drawing sleep out of you like a vampire.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Rise and shine Monster.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice is an angel's laugh. Yet carrying the tone of devils.</span><br />&quot;Why am I been tied up? Explain yourself!&quot; you try and sound threatening. But all you can manage to do is cough up the words.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I am Princess; I may do as I please. And presently it pleased me to string you up in chains. It's a fitting look for you, bound and helpless like a wild beast.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She moves closer now, very close. Her breath carries the scent of honey and dreams. Her soft azure eyes stare into your own and you feel your heart flutter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia gently runs a cold gold-plated hoof down your bare chest, evoking shivers through your suspended frame.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I must commend you on your work last night. Real horror show. But did you really have to take the life of her son?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roll your head, trying to remember all recent events.</span><br />&quot;It was out of my control. He saw me and attacked. It was self defense, you understand.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;He saw you?&quot; she says condescendingly. &quot;And here I thought you were professional.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs, her warm breath heating your chest.</span><br /><br />&quot;It was an error in judgement. I treated it as a game and took my time with her, I was careless.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make no excuse, there'd be no point in doing so. At the end of the day it was still mission accomplished.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you can see Celestia is still unsatisfied. For a moment she pouts, poking out her bottom lip like some sort of child. Then she relaxes and smiles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Regardless, you did well. You've eradicated this thorn in my side, the first of many.&quot; she says pleasantly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then she leaned into your ear, her soft fur brushing against your neck and her body heat nearly evaporating the water cascading down your body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You've pleased me greatly, my monster.&quot; she whispers gently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice takes the sweetness of sugar and intoxicating lure of wine and combines the two. It makes your heart jump for joy though you'd never admit that to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She doesn't move. Celestia remains in your ear, drawing slight breaths that seem to steal the air from the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;As a reward, I shall bestow upon you the company of a particular mare.&quot; she coos.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia backs away, her eyes half-lidded and lips parted in an incredibly alluring grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A gift from your master! Oh no doubt you must be excited~! Go on then, show your excitement.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're confused to say the least. Not to mention her constant insistence that you were some sort of pet agitated you. Yet here you are, tied up like some beast. There is a fine distinction between a monster and a beast; such treatment of a proud monster is disgusting and deplorable. You deserve better damn it!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you can even protest you feel your heart catch fire. A fire that quickly spreads all throughout your body and binds your being to the very core of the erupting sun!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look down, seeing the black sun branded onto you shining brighter than fire. Then it stops, returning your breath and sense of mind. You hang your head and dangle from your arms like a prisoner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Let's try that again. Show your excitement.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh this mare as evil. Rotten to the core! On Earth or Equestria there is no greater villainy than her!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you know it she is circling you like some sort of hungry shark. You hardly notice it, but you're sure you saw her flash a crooked lopsided smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Go on then Monster. Show your excitement for your master's gift.&quot; she says, coming up behind you to nibble at your ear. &quot;It will amuse me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You crane your neck to the side in order to look behind you. Your mad eyes are dim in the dark stone room you two occupy. But no doubt she sees the venomous fire in them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She returns your gaze with her own infernal stare. She's having fun with this, so much fun that she'd be loathed to stop now. She's almost hoping you'll resist more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you reject her the fun she wants and start to play along. You want this over as soon as possible. And well, you were also somewhat excited about this 'gift'.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well?&quot; she asks expectantly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You manage to choke out a few words.</span><br />&quot;I am very excited for the gift you have brought for me. With each second I grow more and more curious.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your spitefulness seems to have the opposite effect on her. She's now happily striding around you to look you in the face once again, that damned smile never leaving her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's more like it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia's horn begins to brighten the room, revealing more of it. Terrible torture devices are scattered across the dark cell, each carrying stories as old and horrid as yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're going to love it. Though I'm not sure you really deserve it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your attention is drawn behind her, to a table placed along the wall. There was a pony strapped in leather bindings that held them neatly in place. As the light of Celestia's horn increased you could see that it was a mare. Shivers immediately run up your naked body and you begin to subconsciously salivate the moment you realized who it was.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was Ms. Bonnet; Lady Penelope's hoofmaid.</span><br /><br />&quot;How did you know?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your voice leaves you like a mudslide, ugly and thick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia only hums as she begins to unchain your wrists. You fall to the floor, weak kneed and unsure if you can stand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sun princess towers above you, as she did when you first met. From the floor she looks to be giant. Exaggerated by the world around her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She kneels down to you, placing a hoof on your curved back. It's comforting, like being held in the arms of a mother.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Come.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's all she says as you feel a force move you to your feet. You're not sure if it's your own will or hers that compels you to move, but you do so without hesitation. She leads you over to the table where Ms. Bonnet lay bound and asleep. Your heart leaps for joy in your chest, wanting to implode on itself from sheer excitement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hunch over the table, taking in the sight completely. The mare before you is very beautiful, even more so than she was last night. Her sleeping form was a painting of the planar beings. Slightly curled lips that bloomed bright red like roses. Gently lidded eyes that shield her sight from the waking world. Long thick shimmering mane that seems to wrap her in a soft blanket of obsidian. Her coat a faded brown, each strand of hair a delicate blade of grass that mimics a pasture in the wind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel the arm intoxicating breath of Celestia down your neck and you nearly collapse. Your breathing becomes ragged and you struggle to form coherent thoughts. Great alabaster wings wrap around your form and she rubs up against you, lowering her head on top of yours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She is very beautiful, yes? A living example that gods trifle with mortals. She is my gift to you, my monster. Go ahead, enjoy yourself.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia's right wing motions to an assortment of tools on the side of the table. Each a doctor's instrument used for surgery and autopsy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could get used to these kind of gifts. It's almost as if you were beginning to be won over by this mad princess.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You instantly reach for the scalpel, a fine rounded blade that can elegantly get the job done. Oh but you want to take your time. This is a very rare opportunity after all. You will milk this for all its worth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ms. Bonnet's bare chest is presented to you, slowly rising up and down rhythmically. So peaceful and gentle, like a pleasant morning in the summer home.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You once again feel Celestia. She's so warm, burning even. It's enough to make you sweat, you can practically feel the smile she's wearing on her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Go on then.&quot; she coos into your ear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a moment there is only the sound of your ragged breath, but that soon calms to a slow calculated inhale. It mixes with the helpless mare's own breath and in that moment you become one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You carefully apply slight pressure on the scalpel and the skin beneath the fur hastily parts. So do Ms. Bonnet's eyelids. Her eyes dart open, suddenly feeling the sharp pain of being cut open. Her back arches and she begins to cry out. It takes awhile for her to completely regain her vision but when she does she sees only you and the towering demon behind you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;W-what is this! Where am I!?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't respond, neither does Celestia. In your mind there is only ecstasy, a release of powerful romantic urges that rapture your body into heaven.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cut deeper, allotting a terror filled scream that cries into the darkness of wherever you are. She squirms under you, struggling against her bindings, trying with all her might to escape. But she does not and she cannot. She is completely and utterly helpless.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She struggles through the pain of being slowly cut open. You slide the scalpel downward, leaving her chest and cutting through her soft skin until stopping below her stomach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Neon red blood seeps out of the gash that divides her. You pull the scalpel away and inspect the wound. Your amazed by how easy it was and how you felt little resistance.</span><br />&quot;Amazing!&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia chuckles behind you, leaning in closer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Her eyes are very beautiful. It would be a shame to let them be buried along with her. Why not take one?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shiver and no doubt she feels it. Celestia begins pushing up against you, forcing you to impose yourself over the helpless mare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tears are freely flowing like rapid rivers down Ms. Bonnet's beautiful face. Tears that fall from her miraculous auburn eyes that can thaw ice with their warmth. You'd be lying if you said you didn't want one. So you move the scalpel to the giant orbs embedded in her skull.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They plead with you, trying to worm their way into your own maddened bull eyes that strike like great Chernabog.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You exhale with a shudder. That's it. That pained helpless gaze that you love so very very much. Oh how it makes your heart soar higher than the clouds~!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia can feel your excitement as she traces a stray hoof down between your legs. She bites at your ear, egging you on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Go on..&quot; she says almost inaudibly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ms. Bonnet struggles even more, throwing her head in circles of grief. She screams and shouts, trying her best to alert anybody, somebody! But no one comes to her rescue. The damned cry out for salvation and freedom from their torment, but never does the light of god shine on them. This was no different. For no matter how loudly she cried or how pitifully she protested, no one would come from her. This thought excites you even more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia's magic then locks her head in place, insuring that the mare can gaze upon you in absolute horror. This is what you were made for! This moment of pure bliss and excitement, this is your purpose! Never have you felt so alive!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You inch the scalpel closer, her pinpricked eyes spewing great floods of tears. Your breath is calm, your muscles tensed, and your mind undergoing great throws of pleasure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No...&quot; the mare whispers, a quake in her sweet voice. &quot;No! Please! I'll do anything if only for you to stop this madness! Please I beg of you!&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now there was certainly no stopping you. You're pushed over the edge, it'd be a crime to stop now!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hitch your breath as you puncture the mare's eye and she unleashes an incredible howl that blows through the room like a might storm. The pain and sorrow that plagues this mare's body is absolute! Nothing is as comparable to this utter anguish and drama!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hunch over her, feeling something grip you between your legs. Celestia grinds herself into you, exhaling into your ear. She pushes you forward, encouraging you- no- ordering you to press forward.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You penetrate the mare's skull further with your scalpel, a metaphor that sends you rolling in your own perverted mind. You twist the blade, causing her a sharp mind splitting pain that manifests in her cries that become ugly croaks and throaty sounds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You push deeper and her shouts increase in volume. There is nothing else but her world shattering prayer for death to shatter her soul!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia's grip around you tightens, working her way up and down. Her wings expand, each feather separating itself and fanning the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear her devilishly soft tone in your head and for a moment everything around you fades into pleasure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This is your reward, my monster. Serve me and you shall know this pleasure every night. Should you deny me, you will be the one strapped to this table. Do not forget, Anon. You are mine. Your body, mind, soul, all objects for my pleasure and will. You have no sense of self, there is only what I allow you to have. Your world is mine, everything you value will be replaced by what I value. You are a beast. Something to be owned and dominated. Do not ever lose sight of that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You jam the scalpel deep into the mare's eye socket as you howl into the air, arching your back and feeling your body become wracked with an indescribable ecstasy. Your mind runs from you, gayfully fleeing into the unknown and you're unsure if you'll ever reclaim it.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You collapse on top of the mare beneath you, who has stopped moving Your faces smears the blood seeping out of the vertical cut on her stomach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia still looms over you like an animal, now satisfied.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your breathing is hardly returning to normal and you can't stop the immense quivering in your knees. It feels like every muscle in your being was just put to the test.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open your eyes, not realizing they had been closed. You can see Ms. Bonnet's mouth hung open in an eternal scream of terror. It pleases you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you recuperate you feel Celestia's weight move from you. She's no longer hunched over you but standing again on all fours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her horn glows, shattering the darkness that engulfed the room around you. Like an explosion, light ripples through the room, combating the darkness and driving it into corners. In an instant the chamber around you is revealed to be your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The same white walls, floors, and ceiling. To your surprise, it was day. Around the evening.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The princess moves to open the large window by the bed, allowing a warm breeze to waft into the chamber.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe it's due to your current state of post coitus bliss, but you begin to marvel at the mare who overlooked her kingdom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had known her to be beautiful, sure. Everyone in the world recognizes her as the epitome of beauty. But you feel as though you're peering beyond that shallow observation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The first time you felt it is when you first met. When her presence nearly forced you into submission in an instant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It isn't only her physical beauty that attracts you. But her power, her wisdom, will and conviction. Princess Celestia as a whole is someone you could only dream of!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And best of all. She is a complete and total monster. Right down to her core. She is your kin. It's more apparent now than it was last night. She's in a completely different league.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Monsters like her are meant for only one thing. To rule over lesser beings and govern the world.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In this brief moment you envy her. You are somewhat humbled by her. You realize that she is your ultimate goal, to be like her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Princess Celestia is the monster you wish to be. But gazing at her now, you doubt if you'd ever can ever achieve such status. It's a hell of a climb.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia peers at you out of the corner of her eye. You must look like some pathetic mongrel hunched over this corpse. Regardless she smiles, one that is no longer sinister, but pleasant and refreshing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This mare is very strange. One minute she's completely dominating the situation, the next she's just a princess who likes all things sunshine and rainbows. A constant shift of light and dark that fits her perfectly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You move to stand, still trying to recover. As you do so Celestia levitates a bathrobe over to you. You take it and feel its softness brush against your skin. It was remarkably similar to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There is no more work for you today, my monster. You are free all afternoon and you may keep the body as well.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia points her hoof at the bloody table. That's nice her.</span><br />&quot;What of you? Shouldn't you be getting back? How long have you've been here anyhow?&quot; you say, slipping on the robe.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The princess cocks her head in thought at the question. Seemingly unsure on where she's currently placed on her schedule.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Dusk is in a few more minutes. Afterwards I must prepare for your next job. Or....&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you can even literally blink Celestia is before you, staring down the well of your eyes. She takes your chin in her hoof gently and leans in close.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I could stay here and have you entertain me a bit more. What say you, hmmm?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're speechless for a second before you hastily back away. You're not falling for her wiles!</span><br />&quot;I cannot say. Do what you want, you're the boss.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She seems to approve. For she gives a sly smirk and gestures to herself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why yes. I am.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then turns to you and makes for the window. You honestly can't help but eye the sway of her hips as she retreats.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Food will be up for you soon. As well as somepony I'd like you to meet. I have faith that you two will get along nicely.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you can inquire about who it is you were to meet she takes off through the window. you rush after her, hitting your palms against the windowsill. Like a falling star Celestia fastly glides to the ground to disappear inside another keep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You will never say it out loud, but although the heavy air is lifted, you kind of hate to see her go so suddenly.</span><br />&quot;Not even a goodbye kiss. How rude..&quot; you complain.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;But now with her gone there was nothing to entertain you. All you have is a corpse that will most likely bore you within the hour. And you still need a bath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You groan as you throw yourself onto your bed and roll around for a few moments before stopping.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Boredom is already slithering into your being and you can't even hope to combat it. Very unpleasant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You opt to wait a while. Then a while longer. Then you wait until you're driven to the brink of madness. And just as you were about to tear yourself limb from limb with boredom, the door to your room opens with a long creak.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You snap your eyes forward, eyeing the door as it slowly moved open to reveal a purple hoof step inside.</span><br />&quot;Be weary of entering my room. I am very agitated and may pounce!&quot; you shout. Though you were only half joking.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hoof does not move for awhile and you begin to consider if it were even there at all. Then the door opens wider, revealing a face you've only seen in papers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A violet mare. The kind of shade that matches the time between day and night. She's an alicorn, same horn and wing combo as Celestia, though she's a lot shorter. Her bangs hang low, covering her eyes. She's wearing a deep frown that seemed droopier than syrup.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know this mare, the pink highlight of her mane gives her away immediately.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She enters your room, her head held high. Deathly serious and swaying her backside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stops before you, spreading her wings to emphasize her presence. You gaze at her with only slight interest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With her so close there was no mistaking it. She's no imposter. This is Princess Twilight Sparkle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous,&quot; her voice sounds like a lilacs dancing in the breeze. &quot;It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Twilight Sparkle, your new associate.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Associate?&quot; you say with a frown, you do your best to match hers.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes. We're going to be working together from now on.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her smile doesn't leave her face and you still can't make eye contact with her. The only thing you have to focus your gaze her is small rounded horn.</span><br />&quot;You tell that witch that I am not interested. I don't need a partner, I am perfectly capable on my own.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn over and face away from her, no longer interested in what she has to say.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Princess Celestia disagrees. And seeing as how poorly you handled your first assignment, I would say it warrants cause for supervision on your missions.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight holds her head even higher, her frown slowly creeping into a smile.</span><br />&quot;Supervision? Blow it out your ass. If she wants to keep an eye on me then maybe she should do it her own damned self. I have no need for taskmasters or babysitters. Begone with you!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wave your hand dismissively. You weren't about to be subjected to that kind of humiliation. Not even by the mare you've practically given ownership of yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's impossible for you to see but Twilight's frown drops into a mean snarl, but only for an instant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't think you should be so quick to pack me off. After all, I'm kinda your boss now.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn over to see her lull her head in a smile.</span><br />&quot;What?&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mmhm. Technically you work for me as well as Celestia. And judging how the princess and I are practically equal, it lends itself to reason that-&quot;</span><br />&quot;Equal?&quot; you interrupt.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight's bangs seem to lift from her face and for the first time you can see her eyes. They are clouded and murky like muddy water. They shift between a fiery purple and icy blue.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's right equal. As both of us are princesses, we are equal. She said so herself. And believe me I actually had a hard time believing it myself.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit up, your interest piqued again. You move closer to Twilight to look her over and to generally get a 'feel' of her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though she is a princess, she feels nothing like one. There is no profound perception of her presence. She doesn't impose herself onto others. There is no stifling air of intimidation and submission that follows her. No. She's just some mare with wings and a horn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Equals. Ha!</span><br />&quot;You are equal in only one respect. You're both incredibly idiotic. Now go away, you're disturbing me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get up and brush past the violet alicorn and begin to make your way over to the corpse on the table. But as you near it your chest begins to burst with a magnificent bright light.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Followed by a sharp stabbing pain that spreads throughout your upper body, causing you to fall over and carefully draw your breaths.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The black sun across your heart sets fire to your entire being and you call out in terror and pain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight now strides over to you, her hooves being the only thing you can see.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You should probably be a littler nicer. Celestia is aware of every move you make.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The burning doesn't stop and you're forced to endure the immeasurable heat that circulates within in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight then makes her way over to Ms. Bonnet's body, disgusted with your handiwork. She turns to you, he bangs once again shielding her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now, first order of business. We're taking a trip to Manehattan.&quot;</span><br />~A Princess' Monster~<br />[Part IV]<br />|Lapdog|<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Manehattan. A sprawling city of towering spires that outstretch their hands to grasp the heavens. Population: approximately 1.626 million. At night, the city becomes so bright that it appears to be day. A city divided along the lines of race, practice, and political stance, yet still uniform and functioning in symbiosis. One of the shining beacons of Equestria's free-world ideology.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sneeze, wiping your nose with a handkerchief. Princess Twilight is explaining to you the inner workings and complex way of life of ponies who live in this harbor town. Halfway through you fell asleep however, only rousing awake with that last sneeze.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look over to Twilight who yaps away next to you sitting by the window of the train.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Look at her. She just talks and talks. What the hell is she even saying? Something about a gift from Prance..? The hell's a Prance? Her eyes are weird. They tend to stay hidden under her bangs, only revealing themselves in brief opportune moments. In the times you did see them, you were a bit unnerved. They don't seem to absorb light, rather they reflect it like two oculine mirrors. You shiver.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's still talking, amazing. How does Celestia tolerate this constant stream of prattle? She must be able to tune her out, you wouldn't be surprised.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tense a little at the thought of the princess. Your &quot;master&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That damned psychotic mare! Packing you off with this girl as if you were merely some sort of weapon to be deployed at will.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;.....</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh that's right. You -are- only just a weapon. A tool. An instrument for her to weed out her political enemies. You feel your heart sink to the bottom of your chest, to your surprise. Is that really all you are to her? A puppet?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why does this make you sad? After all, you knew this from the start ever since you met her. Celestia is a monster. She's not capable of any interpersonal relations outside of simply pulling strings and making others dance for her.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You click your teeth and kick out your feet, throwing a minor temper tantrum. This gains the violet mare's attention.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anonymous, are you alright?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Piss off you country hedge-creeper! I will have it so you only speak to me in regards to the job. We aren't friends Ms. Sparkle. Simply partners.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You emphasize the Ms. You refuse to acknowledge her as a princess, there's just no way she can be Celestia's &quot;equal&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight gasps, her flat horse teeth revealing themselves as her jaw hangs open.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How dare you! If we're going to work together I'm going to need you to be more cooperative. Being an anti-social psychotic murderous monster would be detrimental to this assignment. I suggest you wisen up before stepping off this train. When we reach Manehattan, the mission will start and we'll have to work together. Get used to it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grumble, slouching in your seat and sinking your hands into the pockets of your nice slacks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight then leans in, her mirror-like eyes reflecting your frowning face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Besides. I can always tell the princess you're being problematic. If you become too difficult to handle, she can end you on the spot. We can always find some other monster to carry out her will.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight backs away content with herself. She's silent as she stares out into the countryside through the window.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;During the reprieve from her lecture, you begin to dwell on what all was said. The idea that Celestia would just so casually brush you aside is somewhat of a heartbreak. A sobering realization that scares you. Of course you don't want to blindly bow down to some mad self-absorbed ruler fitting of a fictitious antagonist. If anything there was only room for one legendary evil, and that is you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia may be a demon, but ultimately you are the proprietar of all your kin. In the end, all monsters and demons will fall under your umbrella. Even if this ambition springs you into conflict with Celestia, it will be a battle worth savoring.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though you're already somewhat adamant about your resolve, you aren't completely at ease with the idea of one day opposing her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hate her for sure, at least you like to think so. But there's something about her that moves you so. You know it's nothing superficial like her beauty or blind loyalty. It's something much much more. She's the first being to ever have bested you. To hold such an immense power over your life. The idea that she could cut your thread of fate so easily (if it pleased her) excited you. It's like your waltzing with death. Testing an unstoppable omniscient god everyday to see if that was when you'd finally see them snap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you contemplate, the brand on your chest begins to glow faintly and become warm. It sends your old twisted heart into a flurry. Twilight says that Celestia is aware of every move you make. Is she aware of your thoughts of her and sending you a sign? Whatever causes this, you don't fight it. You simply recline and let the warmth overtake you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You relax, shifting your gaze to Twilight who still stares out the window. It may be the sudden pleasantness overtaking you, but maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be a little nicer to the dwarfed princess. You can stand that much at least.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You also become slightly curious as to who exactly Twilight is. You know she is the 'Princess of Friendship' or whatever. But what does that mean to you? What does that mean to Equestria? And what does that mean to Celestia?</span><br />&quot;Twilight.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes?&quot; she says, gazing at you out of the corner of her eyes.</span><br />&quot;What is your relation to Celestia? How did you even come to be on this little project of hers?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shift in your seat so that you can face her. You can see her face scrunch up in thought as she tries to form her ideas into one neatly organized presentation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, I'm her former student. For a long time Princess Celestia has been somepony of great importance to me. A pillar of morality. Reason and logic. An infinite well of knowledge.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can see Twilight become somewhat embarrassed. Blood is already rushing to her cheeks, making them a soft pink. She continues, not making eye contact. Instead she keeps her eyes focused on the country that goes rushing by.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She's like a second mother to me. She insists that she and I are now on the same playing field, but it never feels that way. She always seems leagues ahead of me, lightyears ahead and sometimes I feel like I'll never be able to catch up. Not in a thousand years, not in a million.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight's voice becomes hushed, much more soft and gentle. She smiles, looking out towards Canterlot mountain which fades in the distance with every passing moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Despite all that. Even though I may never actually see myself equal to her, I can always hope and persevere. I can always strive to be more like her. To be someone worthy of standing by her side, even if by that time Equestria has long since faded into obscurity. I want to be of use to her and give my all for what she believes in.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You listen intently, soaking up her words like a thirsty plant. Her reasoning makes sense to you, but also makes you question her. Is she acting out of loyalty or reverence for the princess? Simply because the job was asked of her, or because she feels it's her duty?</span><br />&quot;Do you agree with what she is trying to do? Issuing the deaths of your fellow countrymen. Keeping the fate of Equestria out of the hands of its citizens?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You prod her, wanting a deep and honest answer. Twilight doesn't answer at first, but soon enough she turns to you. Her bangs lifted and eyes reflecting your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It doesn't matter what I believe Anonymous. What matters is that we get the job done. For her. When you come under service to someone such as her, morality becomes a gray area that contorts and shifts in the mist. You stop seeing good and bad, right and wrong, benevolence and malevolence. There is only her ambition.&quot;</span><br /><br />&quot;And what she's having you do doesn't bother you in the slightest? You're completely content with snuffing other pony's lives for the sole purpose of pleasing that mare?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sink down further in your seat, struggling to wrap your head around the concept.</span><br />&quot;Strange. You're willing to throw away the morals you value just because she asked you to. Typically, individuals such as you would see it as wrong. Most would classify beings such as the princess and myself as pure evil.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight's ears lay flat against her head and she breaks eye contact. It isn't until now that you see her eyes have been glowing, a warm golden light. Celestia's golden light.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't know if she's evil. You could argue that those who do terrible things with the best intentions aren't nefarious themselves, but a product of their own bloated compassion for others. In this world, it's easy to determine what's right and wrong, as if the contrast is an objective law of nature. But when it comes to Princess Celestia, you suddenly feel like you can bypass that instinct. See past the darkness and see the light. Even if that light is at the end of a tunnel filled with the blackest black. Good and evil become subjective. Ideologies and principles become simple matters of opinions and schools of thought.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight sighs, a shiver running up her spine and causing her to shake like a cat. Her eye's find your's again and you're able to see the two swirling stars in her irises.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was then you realized. Though Twilight Sparkle hopes to someday stand side-by-side with Celestia, that day will never come. Instead she will stand below her. As an object, just like you and anyone else she plans to use.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;An edit to the observation from the other day: there are actually three kinds of monsters.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The first being those who do terrible things out of self-satisfaction and pure indulgence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The second being those who believe they are working towards the greater good, roping in lesser beings to messy their hands for them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And lastly, those who want so badly to be along side the second monster. So they cast away all they are and give themselves to that monster. They fall subject to the second monster's will, becoming a demon so that they may have a sliver of a chance to stand by their side. But they'll never get it. For the second monster is the worst kind. They have no attachments. No obligations to their fellow monstrosities. There is only their will, their own selfish ambition.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It is true that the second monster may be the most tragic of all. Believing that they truly are working towards a better future and the good of all. Even if they fall victim to their own aspirations, that pain is nothing comparable to the anguish of the third monster. For no matter how hard that monster tries, they will never get what they want. They are pitted against a force that is coded into their very being. They are simply meant to serve the second monster. And that is all their relationship will ever be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You find yourself pitying Twilight; she doesn't know how hopeless her quest is. You've always despised her kind; they have no will of their own. They seek only to please others, to make it so they may be of service to their 'friends' and never once seeking what they personally desire. Too selfless for their own good, destructive to their own being! In the end, she is no better than Celestia. They are both terrible monsters that should be beneath you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For you are the only sane one. You're the only one with who doesn't require the aid or approval of others. What you do, you do for yourself.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In the end, you don't kill for Celestia. You kill because it pleases you. Because it is something you simply enjoy doing. It just so happens that you're managing to stay alive so long as you murder certain people. It isn't your reasoning that rests within Celestia's hooves, but your life. That is what sets you apart from her and Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But what is Twilight's reason? What is the cause of her devotion? She claims that she simply admires her former teacher, that she only wants to see Celestia's will be done. But that alone shouldn't be enough to drive someone to throw away what they personally value. There has to be something else. Whether it be mutual understanding, blackmail, some sort of deal, or love.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pause your thoughts, wondering if you've come to a conclusion.</span><br />&quot;Now if I didn't know better Ms. Sparkle, I'd say you were in love with her majesty. How 'bout it then? Carrying some burning passion for our princess?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You learn in a bit closer. She turns away, her bright eyes no longer burning holes into you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It isn't anything like that. What I feel for her goes beyond something as trivial as love. I imagine it's what all ponies feel for her.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Complete and utter devotion?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight nods. But you're not content with that answer. It tells you nothing, it doesn't tell you why. Why she is able to inspire such an emotion within these sorts of people? Unless, that's just it. It is simply a characteristic of one such as her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've felt it before. When you first met in lower Canterlot. That overpowering will of hers. Celestia radiates an air of invincibility, an atmosphere of total and complete domination of everyone and everything. As if it has been her right since birth. Like she inherited it from some old eldritch god who's gift to her was the very universe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A cold bead of sweat runs down your cheek and your eyes are wide with realization. You begin to wonder if you'll soon succumb to the same spell that has enthralled Twilight Sparkle.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you will become the same monstrosity as her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;An edit to the list of fears belonging to Anon the Ripper:</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stingrays, for their affinity with great Satan.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The dog in Mr. Pantywaist's yard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Most Amphibians.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Commitment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Princess Celestia.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And the idea that your sense of self could be robbed of you and replaced with one that is artificial and crafted by someone else.</span><br />&quot;Eight and nine, garlic and thyme..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight shoots you a glance out of the corner of eye but says nothing. No doubt she thinks you're not only a monster, but a lunatic. But that was fine. You've long since considered the possibility that you're crazy and at this point, it might even be true.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;An hour passes before you come within sight of Manehattan. You've been all over Equestria, from small towns, hamlets, and villas, to large sprawling cities. But you've never been here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A population density much larger than Canterlot. Which means when someone turns up missing, no one bats an eye. A perfect environment for you to perform. You wonder why you never set up shop here in the first place. Maybe Celestia wouldn't have found you so easily if you were holed up in the big city.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But wait. Won't the constant flow of pedestrian traffic hinder your movements? You're the only human in Equestria after all. Not to mention Ms. Sparkle was a 'princess'. So what the hell are you suppose to do?</span><br />&quot;Twilight. How exactly are we supposed to move about the city? The streets are fairly crowded, even at night yes?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight perks up, excited that you finally get to put plans in motion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm glad you asked!&quot; she says beaming.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a moment you regret ever asking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This train isn't like most. While we -are- bound for Manehattan, we won't be stepping off at the usual station.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Then where? Don't tell me we're taking some secret entrance into the city.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's exactly what we're doing!&quot;</span><br />&quot;What?&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Under Manehattan is a labyrinth of old subway tunnels and abandoned sewer ways. We're headed for an old transit platform that hasn't been used for fifty years. That'll be our base of operations.&quot;</span><br />&quot;And we're to use these underground networks as a means to navigate the city without being seen?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's correct.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Huh.... I wasn't aware this job would need something so.... Covert.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well based on how you did the first time, Celestia thought it best to take precautions so that we limit your time in the open as much as possible. You'll move below ground in pursuit of the target, staying out of sight of innocent bystanders. So that we can avoid an incident like Lady Penelope's son.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You huff and fold your arms. You're probably not going to live that mistake down.</span><br />&quot;And what will you be doing? You're not coming with me, are you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight shakes her head, her mane swaying left to right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We aren't the only one's on this job. There are others waiting for us at the transit platform. Several ponies who specialize in information gathering and intelligence. I'll be working with them and help get you to where you need to go. That way we'll be able to place you in the right place at the right time.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Can't you just, cast some sort of invisibility spell? I dislike the idea of footing around sewers and unstable tunnels.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight rolls her eyes, something that seemed extremely natural for her. It manages to piss you off a slight bit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You think I just have that sort of thing on hoof? Things like that take time to prepare, hours of study.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Then why didn't you do your homework before the job?&quot; you throw her a sideways glance in which she tries to avoid.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well I....&quot; she trails off and sounds unsure of herself. &quot;That doesn't matter. What matters is how we apply the resources available to us.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Aren't you the supposed Element of Magic or other? That implies you're pretty handy with that wand of yours, yeah?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give Twilight's horn a gentle pluck and she recoils instantly.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;In any case, you should be able to move about the city with ease like I said.&quot; Twilight reiterates, rubbing the length of her horn.</span><br />&quot;Right then. Then I'll leave everything to you, so long as you stay out of my way when the time comes.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Easy there. Don't get too full of yourself. There's still a chance for error, no matter how carefully you plan.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Mm, I'll keep that in mind.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The train trembles as it shifts rails, deviating from the normal railway and heading for a tunnel. Manehattan quickly disappears as your train begins to burrow deep into the ground. Lights flicker by, illuminating your face in intervals of three seconds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You find yourself wondering who your target is this time. You start to think about who they might be as a person. What they do for a living, what kind of clothes they wear, how they style their mane. It's always the trivial things that tie your mind down when it comes to victims. You spend the rest of your time thinking about all this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Below your feet you can feel the train begin to come to a stop so you stand, grabbing one of the ceiling rails. Your body rocks back and forth in the train as it glides over the rails, slowly halting.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh and one more thing. Princess Celestia has asked you to be on your best behavior so be nice.&quot; Twilight says.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scoff. You're not some child, you know perfectly well how to mind your manners. You don't need a reminder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight stands and moves past you so that she may access the doors. You join her, waiting for the series of small lights to end and reveal the brightly lit train platform. Before long you arrive at your destination. Outside the train are a few stallions and mares who talk amongst themselves. The platform is almost barren, save for a few nondescript devices and boards.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The train stops completely and Twilight inhales deeply, her ears still folded down.</span><br />&quot;Nervous?&quot; you ask.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight only holds her head high in response.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of course not.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The train doors open and you step down with Ms. Sparkle.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking around, the underground platform looks no different from any other train station. Save for the rocky roof over your head. A team of six comes to meet you. Four mares and two stallions, all of varying colors and body shape. One of the mares is rather cute, a short powder blue mare with glasses. She eyes you from behind her glasses and when you stare back she looks away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Each pony takes their turn greeting Twilight and, for obvious reasons, only nodding in your direction. For the first time in a long while you find yourself curious as to what you might look like to them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A tall menacing creature with wide maddened eyes, long appendages and almost permanent scowl. As well as an incredible fashion sense.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight wastes no time getting down to business. Which is rather nice, you didn't enjoy waiting around when there's work to be done. There is a table near the center of the platform, surrounding that table are numerous boards with various maps pasted on them. Highlighted streets and railroads. Some with tacks pressed into them to mark various locations.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You all take your seats, which are really just pillows. You rest your elbows on your knees as you begin to memorize each of their faces, taking up ever detail you can.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It is then that Twilight clears her throat and begins to finally deliver the briefing she has withheld from you all this time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We'll be skipping the introductions. The princess doesn't want any of your names on what we're about to do. Keep your identity to yourselves and you may be able to walk away from this cleanly in the event we are found out. And if we are discovered, all responsibility will fall on me. I will shield you as much as I can.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at each pony's face. They all seem glad to hear that; this must be their first shady operation. Twilight continues.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Our target is Mr. Peon Hayseed, who is playing as host to a rally in downtown Manehattan.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight reaches for a bag she brought with her, one that you hadn't even noticed. From the small leather bag she produces a photograph of an aging gray-maned stallion. Heavy bags under his eyes and beard of match striker. A member of the working class through and through.</span><br />&quot;As you all know, Anonymous will be our err... hitman. We are to assist him in any way we can. This includes mapping, time coordination, and general information of the area of operation. We'll be assigned codenames, each of you will-&quot;<br />&quot;Codenames? How are we even going to communicate if I'm above ground and you lot remain here?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your sudden interjection causes the other ponies to jump slightly in their seats. Twilight huffs and shoots you a sideways glance through her mirror-like eyeballs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The codenames are something I added to make this more fun. I'll even let you pick yours, Anonymous. As for communication, we will be using whisperweed. Enchanted blades of grass that let's you communicate verbally over long distances. Isn't that neat?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug your elbows, not really impressed. Twilight continues despite your unenthused rebuttal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry, I digressed a bit. Anyway, Peon's rally will be held in an abandoned warehouse down by the docs. Supposedly warehouse C through G. The plan is to do him in as subtly as possible, but knowing our man of the hour, that may not be possible. Regardless, there will be many ideal opportunities to 'whack' him.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight then points across the table to the mare with glasses.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ms..... Glossary,&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mare in question frowns and adjusts her glasses.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uhm, Princess Twilight.. could you maybe change my codename. Glossary doesn't really suit my fancy.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight stares blankly for a few moments before finally blinking, and then furrowing a brow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What's wrong with Glossary?&quot; she asks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nothing. Just, I would rather something different. Like Limerick or Pastoral, if we're to keep up the theme of literature.&quot;</span><br /><br />&quot;Are the naming conventions really following literary themes? That's dumb.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You fold your arms and throw Twilight an uninterested stare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's not 'dumb'! You're dumb.&quot; Twilight lashes out at you instantly, her cheeks puffing up like a chipmunk.</span><br />&quot;What's you're codename then?&quot; you ask.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight smolders in quiet anger as she reveals the codename she spent so long creating.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Biblio...&quot; she mutters meekly.</span><br />&quot;You see? That's incredibly dull. If you want the codenames to be fun, you have to allow us to go all out with it. Something like Eagle <span class="nu0">1</span> or Naked Snake.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod to yourself, realizing how right you are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight only looks at you flatly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Many would argue that those names are dumb. Now hush.&quot; Twilight once again turns her attention to the mare with glasses. &quot;Alright, you'll be Ms. Pastoral. The rest of you will go by Torn Paperback, Light Novelette, Angel's Thesis, HB 1, Sci, and Fi.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight holds her head high as if she has just made a great accomplishment. Everyone grumbles and shoots each other a look of displeasure, but none of them request to change their name. But you sure as hell aren't going to let her give you any poppycock codename that doesn't even fit you. No, your name has to depict you, represent you in a most appropriate manner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before Twilight can suggest the name &quot;Bible&quot; you pinch her muzzle closed.</span><br />&quot;My codename should obviously be something that rightfully describes me. Something that really captures the infinite mystery that is myself.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight's deadpan stare does little to phase you. You're more concerned with thinking of codenames.</span><br />&quot;Something fitting of a monster.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;In that case I would suggest Lapdog, my monster.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The air becomes insanely heavy, so much so that you find yourself buckling in on yourself. Hard echoed hoofsteps fly through the air and each pony bows out of reflex, including Twilight.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's hot, too hot for what it was a few seconds ago. And if that wasn't enough a hot flash moves across your back, instantly drawing sweat from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's there, right behind you. You can feel her standing over you and you can almost hear that damned smile plastered across her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hello my little ponies.&quot; she says aloud. Then you hear her in your ear, her sweet voice flowing into you in a whisper. &quot;Hello, my monster.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight's the first to rise, putting on her biggest smile and widening her eyes to the size of saucers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Princess Celestia! I thought you weren't supposed to be in Manehattan until tomorrow.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now that Twilight has risen, the rest return to their hooves and give a collective exhale. You however are motionless.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight rushes past you to recieve hug from Celestia.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;True that my being here is a bit unexpected. But I figured that if I was coming anyway, I may as well stop by a bit earlier to pay you all a visit. I hope the human is on his best behavior?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You snap out of your trance and whirl around to look at the tall white mare. Her wings are spread wide to make herself appear bigger and it's definitely working. She seems to tower over you just like she always does.</span><br />&quot;I'm not a child. And I won't be referred to as &quot;the human&quot;. I have a name and I expect you to use it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to stand but find yourself halt. Something in your legs is resisting you, hindering you from standing. Instead of bringing you to your feet, they instead bring you to your knees. Without your input your body bows to the princess even though you try your hardest to fight it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Show your respect and bow before your sovereign.&quot; her voice is a bit more stern. More authoritative than usual.</span><br />&quot;I would have bowed! Most likely.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia ignores you. She takes her time looking over the team of ponies gathered.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I trust you all will aid my two friends to the best of your abilities?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Each pony nods, adopting proud smiles. Eager to please, eager to not disappoint.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That pleases me. You're all providing a great service for the nation. Each of you prove to be true patriots and will always be remembered as such.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia offers a smile to each of them, a smile that warms each of the hearths of their hearts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You are all working towards a greater good that will secure your future, as well as your children's, and the many generations to come. It all starts here. With ponies like you, willing to throw yourselves into the line of service to your princess. There aren't many who I owe a debt to, but now I shall add you to the list.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You spy Twilight shiver next to her former teacher. A twisted wicked smile curls the corners of her mouth and her eyes seemed to glaze over. She's beaming with absolute adoration for Celestia. You can somewhat sympathize with that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia's gaze then trains on you again. Her eyes are hungry, starving even as they plat burrow into you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Enjoy yourself tonight. Have fun in what you do. And if it pleases me, you will be rewarded.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The marking on your chest begins to glow faintly and you do your best to conceal it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia's massive wing brushes over your cheek, her feathers tickling your face as they gentle glide along the surface.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;All of you do me proud. You know what waits for you should you fail.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's then that you notice everyone cast their eyes to the floor, avoid Celestia. The hell does she mean by that?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You move to ask but you're interrupted by her horn shinning incredibly bright. Her form seemed to fade from the world around you, making her appear translucent.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh and I almost forgot. Peon Hayseed is not your only target. I have decided that it would be best if you eliminated any and all participants of his rallies. Find some way to get rid of them all at once. This is most preferred.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that last bit Celestia is gone within an instant, leaving you all standing around glad you can finally breath again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's a long silence before Twilight speaks up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright. Let's go over the plan.&quot;</span><br />~A Princess' Monster~<br />[Part V]<br />|Vento Ardente|<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your footsteps echo through the abandoned tunnels. It gives you an empty feeling, as if you walked inside a black hole. Your footsteps would travel down the tunnel and never bounce back, eaten by the darkness ahead of you. It's surprisingly cold, you have to pull your coat on tighter so that it traps the heat within you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have with you an assortment of toys given to you by Ms. Sparkle and the princess. As always you carry your faithful dagger, sharp and ready for action. But you also carry whisperweed, a fancy lantern, a Webley Mk IV, a gas mask, a few canisters of tear gas and a box of matches.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Never had you been so equipped. Usually just your dagger and a handkerchief would do, but now your killings were to be more large scale. Especially tonight. A mass murder planned for the attendees of Mr. Peon's independence rally.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're taking a left at the next intersection. From there you'll continue straight onward until you reach a dead end.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ms. Pastoral's wonderful voice rests in your ear via whisperweed. You trace your fingers around the blades of grass tied around your ear, interesting magic it is.</span><br />&quot;How long until I'm able to go up top? I mislike the feel of these dark tunnels.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Come now Lapdog. You aren't afraid of the dark, are you?&quot;</span><br />&quot;For the last time that's not my codename, and it isn't the dark that gets to me. I'm excited.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You come to the intersection and make a left, continuing down an even darker, danker tunnel than before. You walked over train tracks, railings that lay deeply embedded in the ground and rusted over.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Excited? I guess that's one way to put it.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You don't agree Ms. Pastoral?&quot; you ask, kicking loose rocks as you make your way about.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I can hardly say I do. I mean, how can you be excited about what you're about to do? Don't you have a conscience?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You laugh aloud, your thunderous voice booming all throughout the underground.</span><br /><br />&quot;Do you know who I am? I do this for pleasure, it's a hobby. Now I'm somewhat being paid for it, so why wouldn't I be excited?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mare is quiet for some time. All you can hear is the emptiness that walks beside you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But why? What about murder is appealing? I can see if it were only your job; if you were a hired assassin. But to kill out of pleasure? That's just evil.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You huff. And here you thought she wasn't the kind to persecute you.</span><br />&quot;Call it what you will it is what I enjoy. But don't go thinking you're innocent. You're still participating in that damned mare's little project. You're just as 'evil' as I.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You swing your lantern as you walk, trying to balance on the train tracks. Long ago you had stopped caring how the world saw you. You've already accepted that you were a monster so it made no sense to be troubled by someone calling you what you are. It's as foolish as a man getting upset if he is referred to as a male. It is just a simple fact, a state of being.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There's a difference between you and I, Lapdog.&quot;</span><br />&quot;And what is that?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You notice Pastoral's voice become hushed and secretive.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't do this because I want to. I do it because it is my job, if I had the choice I would never be here participating in this disgusting display of violence. I'm only following orders.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stop swinging your lantern and you lose your balance on the train tracks. You're silent for a long time and for awhile the only sound you can hear is the emptiness of the tunnel and Pastoral's breathing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then another laugh leaves you, a mighty roar like a boar's.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What's so funny!?&quot; she demands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It takes you awhile before you break from your fit of laughter. Wiping the tears away from your eyes you continue forward.</span><br />&quot;You remind me of a certain group of people in my world. Some considered them the worst humans possible.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What do you mean?&quot; she asks, now curious.</span><br /><br />&quot;I don't remember how long ago it was, but in my world there was a war. A war waged by a certain country that wished to exterminate an entire race...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pastoral surprisingly doesn't interrupt you and you continue on.</span><br />&quot;...Their leader ordered his soldiers to round up this race of people and systematically murder them. In mass amounts, inhumanely. This country however lost the war, but the international community weren't about to turn a blind eye to those displays of 'disgusting violence'. The soldiers who carried out these killings were put on trial. Their plea: &quot;I was just following orders.&quot; Now Ms. Pastoral, do you believe those soldiers innocent, protected by the code of a soldier?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I... Yes. Those soldiers were innocent. As a soldier, it is your duty to follow orders, no matter how problematic.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pastoral is confident in her answer. So much so that she adopts a slight tone of arrogance. It was in some way cute.</span><br />&quot;The rest of the world didn't share your opinion. They were still held responsible for the deaths of millions. These soldiers were sentenced to death themselves, and that was that. Now consider whether or not Equestria will view you the same way. Will they pardon you on the idea of a soldier's loyalty? Or will they condemn you to die like those soldiers?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wait patiently for her answer. Not even you know the answer, or have enough knowledge to even develop one. You interacted with her kind so rarely that you have no real knowledge of what they're actually like.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What about you Lapdog? Do you think those soldiers should have been spared?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pastoral turns the question around on you. Which was disappointing, you wanted to hear her answer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you already know your answer, it's incredibly easy.</span><br />&quot;Of course not. Although I'm sure some of those soldiers enjoyed it, most only murdered because it was their job. There's no passion in murder if all it is is a job to you. They were tools used by a monster, making them disposable.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But that's horrible! Lives aren't expendable, they aren't something to just throw away!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Then why do countries participate in war? Throwing thousands of lives against each other? Apparently lives -are- expendable. It's all tragic really. When one kills, he should honor his victim, cherish the moment. On the battlefield there is no time to indulge yourself in the act of ending a life. Killing isn't worth it if you can't enjoy it. And the government ignores this, dictating who you kill. You have no freedom to choose who dies, instead you are assigned a target.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You become a bit hostile. You can't help but think about the situation you're currently in. A tool to be used by the princess. Your victims were no longer selected by you, instead by someone else. Forcing you to kill those who have no worth to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Is that all you care about? Murder?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Mostly yes. It is my reason for living.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You come to a dead end, a high brick wall that touches the ceiling.</span><br />&quot;I've arrived at the dead end, now what?&quot; you ask.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;But Pastoral doesn't answer you. Instead Twilight- or &quot;Biblio&quot; answers, her voice much louder than Pastoral's.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good work Lapdog. There should be a loose brick somewhere on that wall, try tugging on it. It'll open up a panel, leading you to an alleyway. Mr. Peon frequents that alley on his way to the docs...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight pauses, the sound of her rolling in her rolling chair coming through the whisperweed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;....He should be coming around in the next five minutes. Get to it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grunt your reply and begin searching for the special brick. Though it's a bit hard, your light source is limited and it makes it hard to point out differences in the wall's face. You place your hand against the hard wall, rubbing it across until you hopefully hit something.</span><br />&quot;Twilight, I'm not seeing-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Biblio!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh. Your temper will catch you one of these days, but not today.</span><br />&quot;Biblio. I can't find the bloody brick. Can't I just take some stairs?&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of course not! All the old stairways into this network are closed; you'd draw too much attention if you're seen breaking those locks.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well, why couldn't there be a God damned lever or something?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The secret behind any hidden door is a hidden switch. Levers are very conspicuous.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Whatever. I still don't see why I personally have to be the one to- Hold on, I think I found it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your palm wraps itself around the protruding brick and you pull on it, causing a heavy grinding sound.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Backing away, you can see the light filter into the tunnels from the edges of the wall as it began to slide away. It revealed a passage of stairs that lead up into.....another door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Quickly you make your way up the stairs, very long stairs that carry you to the door on the surface.</span><br />&quot;Twilight, there's a door in the way.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You report your status as you peak through the small holes in the door. Now that you're up close you can see that it's fairly old and almost rotten through.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Biblio. And have you checked to see if it's unlocked?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Actually you didn't.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You jiggle the knob. But it yields no results, it's possible that it may be rusted shut. Wait no, it's just locked from the inside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once you unlock the door you keep your hand on the knob and place the lantern down. There's nothing to do except wait now.</span><br />&quot;So when is he supposed to pass through? And what's the plan for taking him out?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can hear Twilight hum to herself as she tries to think of an answer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't know. Think of something.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Are you serious?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Is there a problem? You're a very creative man. I'm sure you can make some sort of plan.&quot;</span><br />&quot;But you're supposed to be my assistance!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And we've assisted you thus far. It's not our job to determine how you take out the target.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grumble to yourself. Twilight has an infuriating way of pissing you off. If your life wasn't on the line you would've run her through a while ago.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;He should be there any second now. Get ready.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sure enough a stallion entered the alleyway. You could see him cautiously step into them �dark, checking his lefts and rights. He wore a large coat and a hat that concealed his face, as appropriate of any revolutionary. He dressed the part which was nice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart beat increases, which is odd. You never liked the idea of killing stallions, there was just no satisfaction in it. No beauty. And yet you've become excited, as if the hunter's spirit suddenly entered your body. You slow your breath, bringing it into long drawn out inhales and exhales. You trace your touch around the handle of the revolver close to your chest and then move to your dagger.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shiver the second you completely wrap your grasp around the hilt and draw it. This is the moment, the exact moment when you commit yourself to your target.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your other hand is still on the door knob and you pull on it slightly, opening the door to reveal a sliver of the world outside. Peon draws closer, not yet noticing you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't go for anything fancy. Make this quick and make sure nopony sees you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod, even though you're the only one in the stairwell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This won't be like the last time. There will be no errors and no mishaps, you are a professional.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The stallion is merely a few feet away from the door. Your anticipation begins coiling around you, crushing your body until you can hardly take it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pulling on the knob the door slides open towards you. Peon doesn't hear the silent groan of the old door, allowing you to step out freely cut him off as you walk past him. As if nothing was wrong.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your motions are calm and calculated. Quick and efficient.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Peon doesn't know what hits him as you calmly glide past him, flicking your dagger across the width of his throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's a gagging sound, followed by sharp disgusting coughs as Peon grabs at his throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can practically feel the warmth of his soul flee from his body, fleeing from the physical world. Moments later he falls dead.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make quick work of him, moving his body back into the stairwell. Kicking his corpse down the stairs, you close the door behind you and continue after it.</span><br />&quot;Biblio. I've taken care of our man. Nice and easy, just like you asked.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab the lantern on your way down to inspect the body. You were instructed to search the body for any names that could be linked to the movement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good work. Even if we aren't successful in the second phase, at least we've taken out their ringleader.&quot;</span><br />&quot;The mass murder in the warehouse, yes?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Exactly. Though that's more of a bonus, a little extra favor for the princess.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Hrmm... I don't do favors.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hush. You'll do this one. I know you will.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You come upon the body, a twisted and battered thing. Bruised from the trip down.</span><br />&quot;What makes you say that?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I heard you. You were excited, weren't you?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight sounds as if she's teasing you. But she's right.</span><br />&quot;Maybe. So?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin checking over the body. Running your hands through the pockets of its coat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I thought you said there was no satisfaction in killing stallions. What happened, sudden change of heart?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Turning up with nothing you stand, wiping the blood from your dagger with a handkerchief.</span><br />&quot;Perhaps. I have to admit that it was rather exciting. But the happiness is nothing compared to a mare. I could get used to this, considering the princess's little rewards.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Rewards?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You press your foot against the stallion's cheek to turn him towards the light. The same expression shared by all your victims. The same terror filled eyes, pools of tears gathering in the corners. A mouth stretched open in an eternal scream. Everything about his expression was pleasing, but...</span><br />&quot;Biblio.... This isn't our man. This isn't Peon.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear the wheels on Twilight's chair slide across the floor. Her breathing quickens as she tries to figure what went wrong.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That should be him. Peon always takes this route!&quot;</span><br /><br />&quot;Maybe he chose a different route on his way to the rally? Or maybe he passed by earlier than expected?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're a bit disappointed. You had hoped to get this done as soon as possible. And not only was the most important part of the mission still unfulfilled, you'll most likely have trek your way through even more dark tunnels.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight on the other hand is almost in a panic. You hear papers being unfolded, tossed, and strewn about.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright Lapdog. This is just a minor setback, we can still get the job down without much complication.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Then I'm to make my way to the warehouse? That should be simple enough. What about the rest of the team? Isn't HB <span class="nu0">1</span> supposed to be tailing the target? Have you heard from him?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You move past the the dead body and continue back down the tunnel to the intersection.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No. I had assumed he hadn't checked in because everything was according to plan. But now that I consider... Something may have happened.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Think he may have been found out?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's a possibility. I doubt they'd do anything to harm him though. In the end, they're just a bunch of conspirators, no real threat.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I wouldn't be so sure if I were you. When you commit yourself to a cause- especially one as shady as this- you have to be prepared to pluck a few hairs. They could be interrogating him.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can hear Twilight let out a long tired sigh. You're imagining her hunched over the table, rubbing her temples with her hooves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okay, we'll assume HB 1 has been captured. Lapdog, I'm giving you to Pastoral, she'll give you directions. It's a long walk so hurry.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though you're not entirely used to be commanded you comply instantly. It's not like she's actually ordering you though, is it? No, she's just telling you what the best course of action is. Yes, definitely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before long you arrive at the intersection you were once before, but you have no idea what direction to take next.</span><br /><br />&quot;Ms. Pastoral, I'm at the intersection. Which path do I take?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's brief sounds of &quot;Uhhhhh&quot; and &quot;Hmmmm&quot;s. Eventually Pastoral finishes calculating your path and she points you in the right direction.</span><br />&quot;That would be the tunnel to your left. It leads into an old station, one much bigger than the platform we're stationed on. From there you'll continue down tunnel G.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You once again nod and turn to your left. Your pace quickens until you find yourself breaking into a light jog. This entire ordeal would be a lot better if you could just use the train.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not much happens during your journey through the tunnels. Not that much can happen anyway. Occasionally you'd trip over a rock or railing, forcing you to spout curses at it with a vile venom. Other than that there was nothing but endless walking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're starting to get bored. As you walk your start to fall deeper and deeper into the chasm of thought. Mulling over events from today, yesterday, and way before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think about lots of things. Your entire situation, the events that lead to it, and her. Recently, Celestia has been on your mind more frequently. You used to fight it, but figured there's no harm in thinking of someone who literally held your life by a thread.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All thoughts seem to fade once she makes her way into your contemplative state. Even in your mind she imposes her presence until she is all you can think about. You don't even focus on anything in particular, you just simply ponder her as a whole. You still have no idea what she is. She is a monster, yes, but she is also something more. It seems almost impossible for her to be defined so simply. You've met monsters like her, but those monsters weren't comparable at all to her. Rather, their influence, will, personality was nothing like hers. So what makes her different?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's quite possible you'll never find an answer. But it's fun to chase after it, even if the answer is imaginary.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia. The very name invokes powerful emotions within one's self. Like a drug the name courses through you, altering your state of being. The name inspires your ethos to undergo changes that fit perfectly within the boarders of her will. Men are not born with purpose. But in hearing this name, one feels as though he has found his calling in life. And that calling is to serve.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But are you the same? You don't think so. After all, you won't allow yourself to become like the others, blinded by her light. You'll peer through it, see what's really beyond the bravado of her ambition and unquestionable authority.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is Princess Celestia the same as any other monster? Or is she different? Can a truly good and honest personality exist within the confines of her demonic workings? It may be so, for that what's dangerous about her. She believes that she is being kind. By crossing out names on her list, she believes she is preserving the people's well being. She is willing to do such terrible things all in the name of peace. A juxtaposition that would unnerve most.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Did it scare you though? It's hard for you to say really. Sure enough you held at least some fear of Celestia as a being. But the reason escapes you, it is just a simple reaction within you whenever you're in her presence. The actual vertex of that fear is unknown.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But while you know that fear, you also know happiness within it. As if the terror is comforting and soft. As if fear itself were a kinder force than people think. Fear watches over you, protects you, help you survive. It is but fear of death that pushes animals to survive. It is our first friend in life. So why wouldn't it be comforting? Why wouldn't Celestia bring you joy?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're still your own man, but as time goes on you consider the fact of finally bowing down to her. Presenting yourself as a gift to the overwhelming fear. But each time you attack the thought, casting it out of your mind like great Michael did Satan.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You are mine. Your body, mind, soul, all objects for my pleasure and will. You have no sense of self, there is only what I allow you to have. Your world is mine, everything you value will be replaced by what I value. You are a beast. Something to be owned and dominated. Do not ever lose sight of that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Celestia's words stay with you even now. They constantly echo inside you, crashing against your heart and mind like great big waves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Are you really her's? You claim to be your own man still, yet you can't help but wonder if you've already lost to her. Perhaps you stood no chance in fighting her; maybe you lost the very moment you met.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head and try your best to dispel the thought. But it won't go away. It persists within you, taking root in your chest like a tiny sunflower. Soon if left unbarred and unwatched, it will bloom and completely take hold of you. It will steal your mind away from you and leave you a hallow shell full of Celestia's own intentions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mark on your chest still glows a dim amber. A fire that swirls within you, reminding me that you are indeed owned by her. You are a possession and that doesn't sit well with you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to grow angry, then sad, swelling up like a great ball of fury before deflating into a depression. This flux of emotion drains your energy, causing your eyelids to sudden feel heavy and your pulse to slow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is the effect Princess Celestia has on those around her. A lingering piece of her charisma that follows you, even after leaving her sight. She's always there with you, watching and observing. Never will you escape.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your thought halts as you realize you've reached the large station. Four platforms aligned in neat rows, tracks dividing them. The ceiling is high, arched and supported by great pillars as wide and thick as redwoods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hold the lantern high to gaze at the mural in the center of the ceiling. A brightly colored star hovering above.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Never will you escape.</span><br /><br />&quot;Ms. Pastoral, I'm at the station. Which tunnel am I to take again?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your voice is tired and weighed down by grief. But she doesn't seem to notice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Tunnel G. It's a straight shot to the docs. Careful though, that tunnel is especially old so don't do anything that'll cause trouble.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Right, I'll be careful.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You moved much more slowly than before. Your quick pace slowed into a peaceful shuffle of the feet. If you could see your face, it'd probably be pale.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But despite that you continue on. There was a job to do and you were the only one to do it. No professional leaves a task undone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a long grueling walk you arrive at an old stairway leading to the surface. From below you can see that the doors are wide open, the locks busted by some adventurous young colts. Saves you the trouble of breaking the locks yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Lapdog, there should be a door above that stairway. You'll be coming out in a fairly secluded area, so breaking those locks shouldn't attract too much attention if any.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod and continue up the stairs. Emerging from the dark you stand out in the sunlight after walking such an incredible distance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You inhale, taking in the air around you. Dirtier than Canterlot, but with character. It's like a new wine that hasn't yet settled on your tongue.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From where you're standing you can see the rows of warehouses that overlook the bay. Ponies are slowly trickling inside one building which you assume is the rally point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to cast off the dread that walked in your shadow and replace it with your old self. A more excited and passionate man for murder. As you walk toward the warehouse you do your best to remain unseen, hiding along the shadows in the late afternoon and behind corners.</span><br />&quot;Ms. Pastoral, what am I to do about HB <span class="nu0">1</span>? I hope you don't want me to rescue him.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can hear her passing the whisperweed into another's hooves and soon after Twilight speaks up.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Negative. Consider HB 1 as part of the target. Extracting him would just be another problem that I'm sure you don't feel like dealing with.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug in agreement. It would be easier just to take him out with the rest of them. It is his fault for being caught after all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, do you have anything planned?&quot; Twilight asks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Regrettably you shake your head, as if someone was with you to see the gesture.</span><br />&quot;I never really have a plan. It ruins the spur of the moment.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight sighs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sure, whatever it takes to get the job done. But remember, nothing fancy. In and out, got it?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yes, yes. I'm as anxious to get home as much as you. Walking all this way has made me tired.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You'll get plenty of rest when everything's complete. Now get moving, the longer you procrastinate the longer until you get to sleep.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't argue with her so you move out, still staying close to the shadows. Eventually you kneel behind some crates, peering over to see two ponies standing watch by the warehouse doors. They both throw shifty eyes left and right before nodding to each other before retreating inside, closing the doors behind them.</span><br />&quot;Well I'm not getting in from the front door..&quot; you think to yourself.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;From behind the crate you begin to check the surrounding areas. Mostly warehouses, cranes, and water. Nothing much to work with. Then you spot the metal stairs leading up to the second floor of the warehouse. The second floor exterior is lined with long rectangle windows that have been dusted over from years of unuse. That's your best way in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quickly move out, closing the gap between you and the warehouse as soon as possible. You probably look like some strange Sasquatch scurrying along the concrete ground.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The door out front seems to be the only exit, aside from the small door on the second floor. Your first thought is to bind the main doors, two giant sliding slabs of metal with handles to do the sliding.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look around, searching for anything that can help. After a brief search you find some rusting chains on he side of the ware house and as you gather them you lament over the rust getting on your coat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tying the chairs around the door handles you begin to think about how exactly you'll go about this. You certainly can't just slaughter them all, there were just too many. It doesn't matter how good you think you are, you'll go own within the first ten minutes. But just as before you neglect thinking of a plan and continue to wing it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With the front door barred you begin making your way up the exterior stairway, your boots clinking of metal as you ascend. Coming alongside one of the dusty yellow windows you peer inside. There's a makeshift stage, three ponies standing atop it. One of them the target: Mr. Peon. And the other, a captive HB 1 tied to a chair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;HB seems to be coughing his lungs out, shaking violently back and forth between hacks. The other pony is holding a bucket and isn't saying much.</span><br />&quot;Biblio, we were right. Looks like HB's been captured and it seems like they're interrogating him.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;All the more reason to take him out. It could be he's already talked.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle at that.</span><br />&quot;You're awfully quick to cast him aside.&quot; you say somewhat accusingly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I must be. When we were chosen for the job we accepted the fact that we'd be expendable. Even myself and even you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You let out a &quot;Pffft&quot; at that. To Hell with that, you're not expendable at all.</span><br />&quot;I'll take care of him.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You crack open the window, one of the ones that open outward instead of sliding. You can hear Mr. Peon preaching away about the injustice of the government or something or other. Whatever it is, it doesn't interest you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to count the many multicolored ponies standing below the stage. All shifting and swaying to the revolutionary's words. You start to wonder how many places in Equestria are like this.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Our so called &quot;princess&quot; keeps everything from us. She makes our laws, mandates how we live our lives, right down to the first thought we have in the morning! Celestia and her sister are two ponies posing as gods! They steal our sense of self, our individuality! They've been dulling our minds over the centuries, attempting to make us content with their galas and jubilees. They attempt to distract us from the underlying truth of the Equestrian way of life. We live as merely cattle to them, pampered yes, but cattle all the same. What control does each of you have over your own life? None! In Equestria, under their rule, your destiny is defined by their will! Long ago, when this country was founded, it was founded on unilateralism- unity between the three tribes. But then they came, swooping down from the heavens and robbing us of our destinies! They destroyed everything Equestria stood for in that very moment! We aren't meant to be shepherded through our existence. Don't you think it's time for us to take back what's ours? Steal fire from the gods, and place the reigns of history back into our hooves!?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A collective nod and resounding stomping of hooves was the audience's response. They were captivated by his words, caught in a hypnotic trance induced by the passions of one being. They felt security within his ambition, assurance that things would get better if they pledge their lives to the cause.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This isn't new, it happens all the time. One man appears in each era to challenge the current authority, a man chosen by destiny to bring about the new age and thus renewing the cycle of constant changing powers. Power is constantly changing hands, taken by those who feel their life is a poem of oppression.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lean against the window, listening to his words and wondering if your own heart would sway. But it does not, for no one can possible hope to sway your feelings, none except for her.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As always the white mare worms her way into your thought, distracting you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You brush her influence off of you and refocus yourself. It's time to get this job over and done with.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like a snake you slither into the window and plant your feet on the catwalk inside. Now that you were inside you could smell oil, a lot of it too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A fire should do the trick. You've already sealed the only exit, aside from the door on the second floor. You'll have to do something about that later.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look to HB 1, still tied to the chair with his head hung in defeat. You somewhat feel sorry for him, after all he was about to die due to his mistake of being captured. That, and you don't feel like spending the effort and energy to rescue him. How unfortunate.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach into your bag and thumb around for a bit until you pull out three canisters of tear gas. Something that was just laying around Twilight's little base of operations. You wonder if she even notices they're gone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin pulling the pins one by one and tossing them down to the warehouse floor, making sure to separate them by a good distance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Peon's speech comes to an abrupt halt as three tiny explosions go off in different areas of the large room. Panic quickly follows as gas is released into the air, making its way into them mouths, nose, and ears of the revolutionaries. The warehouse is soon host to a carnival of deadly wheezing and shouts. You watch as the lake of ponies begin to run frantically around, binding their eyes shut and vomiting.</span><br />&quot;This is nice..&quot; you say to yourself.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You thumb around in your pocket for the box of matches. Below you everyone was enshrouded in a sickly mist of pain and general unpleasantness. There is also an open oil drum so conveniently placed below the catwalk on which you stand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without hesitation your strike the match, your nostrils filled with the essence of flame. You can feel your body tense with anticipation as you dangle the match over the rails.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You carefully align the burning match with the oil drum, trying to still your shaking arm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without giving it much thought you drop the match and watch it plummet down below into the shifting mist and disappear into the tarry black. Then the black is nearly instantly burned away, giving rise to a brilliant blaze of red and oranges.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The flames leap high into the air, latching onto the tear gas and then spreading across the entire room below.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stepping back from the rail you try and control your breathing. You have known excitement, absolute pleasure in the most horrible events. But it all did not compare to this. This is bigger and better than anything you've ever done. And to think, you're responsible for it all. A cooking pot for burning them all alive. You've really out done yourself this time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The flames begin to leap extremely high now, reaching up to you and causing you to sweat. So you with draw, not wanting to ruin your nice shirt with your perspiration.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The air is much cleaner on the other side of the window, and chiller too. It's like shoving your head into a freezer after being outside in the summer sun.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make your way down the stairs, strolling and whistling as those on the other side burn alive. It's fantastic. Absolutely nothing thus far can compare.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pass by the large doors at the front of the warehouse. Loud, heavy bangs call out to the outside world. About twenty hooves all pound on the doors, begging for someone to save them. You consider it, if only to see their charred and melted faces. But you've never been one to give into such risks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Smoke climbs into the sky to be absorbed by the sun. Appropriate. Their lives are to be used to fuel her desire. The sun will surely shine brighter with more lives to stoke the flame.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You trace the blades of grass in around your ear and begin to speak.</span><br /><br />&quot;Biblio, I'm all done here. Each and every one of them are burning alive as we speak. You may be able to hear them pound on the door.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight sighs in relief on the other end.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good work. Not too shabby for your second job. Now get out of there, we don't want anypony to see you. They're probably already on their way to fight the fire.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod and turn away from the burning warehouse. The smell of burning wood and flesh trailing you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you are stopped when you feel something tug at your foot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn to see a charred and burned Mr. Peon Hayseed. His eyes are burning with contempt, smoke rising from his lungs and out of his mouth. His coat was now a dirty charcoal and mane nearly burned off his head. He looks comical.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Did he see you up on the catwalk? How did he even escape?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your gaze looks to the second floor and you can see the door had been broken down. You silently chastise yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You... you did this!&quot; Peon says, his voice as dirty and polluted as the sewers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod. &quot;Yes. I did.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Why!?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You kneel down to the pony holding you in place. You somewhat want to pity him, at least you would have if he were already dead.</span><br />&quot;It is my job.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Your...job? Then, you're with -her- aren't you!?&quot;</span><br />&quot;That's correct.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Peon shakes his head in disbelief. You can tell he's trying to find the exact moment he went wrong. What could have tipped Celestia off?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do you have any idea what you've done!? You've condemned Equestria to darkness, you've just through a wrench into the new world we're trying to build! And for what, so some false god can stay in power!?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You throw your head back, scanning the clouds that pass over head. You aren't really in the mood for this.</span><br />&quot;No. I don't do it for her. I do this simply because I want to, and because it benefits me over all. It's nothing personal, I'm just following orders.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Peon's eyes are now wide, his teeth grinding on each other like great big stones.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Following orders? You would intentionally compromise the fate of a people, simply because you were told to? Do you have any idea what you've done? What we're creating is a revolution for the betterment of Equestria! A uniform society in which we'll no longer be subjugated by her will. You're like us! You should be fighting along with us, not serving that damned whitch!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You throw your eyes down to him again, your maddened eyes staring into his. But your expression is apathetic, uncaring to his preachings.</span><br />&quot;Your revolution has nothing to do with me. Nor does Equestria's future. So you can kindly take your pretty words and shove it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand and kick his hoof away from you.</span><br />&quot;Consider this Mr. Peon.&quot; you say pulling on the lapels of your coat. &quot;Even if your little revolt is successful, it's only a matter of time before your new government is faced with another from a new generation. Power is constantly changing hands, it doesn't remain in one's grasp for too long. It's inevitable. A revolution is waged to depose one government, and a moment later they themselves are being deposed. But I doubt you would have even gotten that far. She said so herself, you ponies are completely incapable of leading yourselves. Sheep aren't meant to have control of their own destiny. In the end, that's all you are. Sheep herded along the centuries, doing whatever she wills. Meeting her in person has helped me realize this. Ponies aren't at all like human beings, so they can't even hope to seek their own purpose. They can only bow to one who stands over them, someone above them. Your little movement is nothing but a farce, child's play at changing the world. She knew all along you know; what you were planning. You had no hope to begin with.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach into your coat pocket and draw the revolver, aligning it between his eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You.....YOU!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Goodbye.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hammer slams into the primer, igniting the bullet and sending it spiraling into his head, nice and clean.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh, enjoying the taste of air as it passes through your lungs. You could get used to this, killing for &quot;the man&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grin as you turn away and flee the crime, just as you've always done. Behind you, flames and smoke continue to rise into the sky. The warehouse eventually collapses, crushing all inside under the hoof of Princess Celestia's will.</span></div></div>




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