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Part One: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2567272/
Part Three: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2567519/
The shire stared at the gun in his hands... what was he doing? Why was he holding something he detested something with every fiber of his being? The image in the mirror over the piano laughed all the more....
"Angels and demons... good and evil... black and white... yin and yang... you know very well you were never supposed to exist! You never have!" He yelled at the mirror, and the black horses lips curled up into a vicious grin.
"Oh, you wound me... what do you plan to do with that gun, really now? Do you even know how to use one? I don't think you do... you never learned because you never thought you'd need it, having someone to protect and watch over you for all your days, like a mare with a colt that never grows old! So what if the drugs made you aware of me... I was here all along, you know."
The frantic shire shook his head violently, barely keeping a grip on the gun, running his hands over it, refusing to gaze up at the image in the mirror even as it spoke to him. "No! NO! I -CHOSE- not to follow that path.... to set myself above those who find pleasure in the pain of others... of themselves.... to be fond of death! And in so doing people have gathered around to protect me because they want to! Because they love me! But..."
The image guffawed again. "You're as vulnerable as you ever were and will continue to be.... weak and pathetic. Go on.... say you're sorry.... you know this is your fault, too. Gahahahaha!"
The stallion winced, and lowered his head, ears splaying, ashamed for himself, unable to refute his alter ego's words. He was always sorry. Sorry for everything. Anything bad that happened around him was somehow his fault. Always apologizing whether the slight was real or imagined, big or small. His fault. A drain on resources, a drain on the people around him, because he was always apologizing. He grunted quietly, shaking his head, and the head of the gun pointed at the shire's chest. "I'm....sorry...."
The black image sneered. "Oh ho.... turning a gun on yourself? You'll make a fine first target, I'm sure! You don't want to give all those death worshipers what they've always wanted?"
"N-no...."
"What about all those people who love to see others die in a ball of flame? Didn't you say you wanted to give them what they desired?"
"N-no...!"
"I can help you.... all you have to do is let me......I promise at least one of us will enjoy it.....Gahahahahah!!!"
"N-NO!!!"
*the sound of a gunshot echoes through the silent valley, scattering a flock of birds roosting in the nearby trees, fleeing at the assumed source of threat, and as they leave, the scene returns to peace, as if nothing had happened in the first place*
Part Three: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2567519/
The shire stared at the gun in his hands... what was he doing? Why was he holding something he detested something with every fiber of his being? The image in the mirror over the piano laughed all the more....
"Angels and demons... good and evil... black and white... yin and yang... you know very well you were never supposed to exist! You never have!" He yelled at the mirror, and the black horses lips curled up into a vicious grin.
"Oh, you wound me... what do you plan to do with that gun, really now? Do you even know how to use one? I don't think you do... you never learned because you never thought you'd need it, having someone to protect and watch over you for all your days, like a mare with a colt that never grows old! So what if the drugs made you aware of me... I was here all along, you know."
The frantic shire shook his head violently, barely keeping a grip on the gun, running his hands over it, refusing to gaze up at the image in the mirror even as it spoke to him. "No! NO! I -CHOSE- not to follow that path.... to set myself above those who find pleasure in the pain of others... of themselves.... to be fond of death! And in so doing people have gathered around to protect me because they want to! Because they love me! But..."
The image guffawed again. "You're as vulnerable as you ever were and will continue to be.... weak and pathetic. Go on.... say you're sorry.... you know this is your fault, too. Gahahahaha!"
The stallion winced, and lowered his head, ears splaying, ashamed for himself, unable to refute his alter ego's words. He was always sorry. Sorry for everything. Anything bad that happened around him was somehow his fault. Always apologizing whether the slight was real or imagined, big or small. His fault. A drain on resources, a drain on the people around him, because he was always apologizing. He grunted quietly, shaking his head, and the head of the gun pointed at the shire's chest. "I'm....sorry...."
The black image sneered. "Oh ho.... turning a gun on yourself? You'll make a fine first target, I'm sure! You don't want to give all those death worshipers what they've always wanted?"
"N-no...."
"What about all those people who love to see others die in a ball of flame? Didn't you say you wanted to give them what they desired?"
"N-no...!"
"I can help you.... all you have to do is let me......I promise at least one of us will enjoy it.....Gahahahahah!!!"
"N-NO!!!"
*the sound of a gunshot echoes through the silent valley, scattering a flock of birds roosting in the nearby trees, fleeing at the assumed source of threat, and as they leave, the scene returns to peace, as if nothing had happened in the first place*
Category Music / All
Species Horse
Size 120 x 119px
File Size 3.66 MB
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