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There's a commotion in the castle not long after the dawn comes forth. Princess Celestia is already about, sending an order for her faithful pupil and her five friends. The order is sent, and she quickly trots through the castle toward one of the many towers. It's one of the highest and is decorated with paintings of moons, stairs, and various eclipses. The stairway is intricate and ornate; lined with blue gems and silver paint.

At the top there is a doorway decorated much as the steps themselves had been. It opens with ease as Celestia steps inside.

The room is huge, and like the stairway the walls are covered in beautiful renditions of celestial bodies. There is a large window facing east to view the dawn and another window facing west to view the dusk. The ceiling has several windows for looking at clouds or viewing the stars.

There's a bed, covered by blue satin sheets, and a writing desk, along with an entire wall of books on every subject available.

Sitting in the ledge of the east facing window is a pony not much younger than Celestia herself. She is a light blue color, with matching butterfly wings and spiraled horn and a tail and mane of dark blue that seem to hold the stars themselves. Her cutie mark is a Solar Eclipse and when she turns, her deep blue eyes sparkle at Celestia.

Out the window behind her, dark clouds are visible on the horizon.

"He's here." She speaks, voice naturally soft.

"Yes." The princess says with a slight nod, "And we'll need your help to stop him, Crystal Moon."

Crystal nods in return and stands, crossing the room to stand in front of her princess, respectfully keeping her head slightly lower, "I will help as best I can, Princess."

Within two hours time, six young ponies are standing in front of the royal thrown, heads bowed graciously.

"What is it, Princess?" The purple one, Twilight Sparkle, asks.

"I'm glad you asked," The princess declares, "My dear pupil, Ghost Moon, a powerful Alicorn much like myself, has come to spread chaos and dismay in Canterlot. You, along with Crystal Moon, are to find and defeat him. The harmony of Canterlot depends on it."

"Yes, Princess, I understand." Twilight replies with a curt nod.

"We'll catch that no-do-good'r, Princess, sure as my name ain't Apple Jack." The tan pony says with a buck of her legs, drawing a round of agreeing voices from the other ponies.

"Good. Be off now, for tonight is the Lunar Eclipse, and he cannot be defeated under it's red glow."

With a final farewell, the group of now seven set off from Canterlot and toward the Everfree Forest.
---
The Everfree Forest is stretched out before them, it's eerie green flora barely moving in the slight breeze.

Fluttershy whimpers, curling into herself slightly.

Rainbow Dash puffs her chest out with pride, "Come on! We've been through here dozens of times! There's nothing to be afraid of!" She bolts into the forest, wings carrying her with ease, though she does not make it far.

Crystal Moon stops her in mid air with quick magic, "Do not be so rash. We cannot be split up." She releases Dash from her magic, "Ghost Moon could be anywhere and everywhere at once. He will use your greatest fears against you if he can. We must stay together at all costs. Please, stay close to me."

Dash lands and huffs in indignation, "How do you know so much about this guy, hm?"

Crystal passes her, walking into the forest with no fear, the other ponies following closely behind her, "It's a long story."

"Can't you at least give us some background on him? It would be good to know who we're up against." Twilight speaks up, walking beside the Alicorn.

Crystal tilts her head in thought for a few seconds before giving in, "Ghost Moon is my elder brother. He was born under the Lunar Eclipse, while I was born under a Solar Eclipse, so I suppose we were meant to be opposites from the start. He became corrupt at an early age; spending a great deal of his time tricking other ponies and causing chaos within our small community. He only got worse as he grew older. I don't believe that he wants to take over or rule Equestria, but his love of chaos has caused a great deal of trouble for those who represent harmony."

"Like us!" Pinky Pie chirps, hopping along at an even pace.

"Right." Crystal confirms, "He's nearly the opposite. He'll make use of his dark magic to control the shadows to capture you, or learn your deepest fear and use it against you. That's why we must stick together. He's less likely to use fear tactics with so many of us."

"Fear tactics?" Rarity groans, "That's just playing dirty."

"Well, if'n he wants ta get dirty, we can get dirty too." Apple Jack says with a curt nod, "Ain't no ghosty gonna get the better uh us."

"I'd rather not get too dirty though." Rarity replies, nose scrunching slightly.

"Guys, concentrate on the task at hand." Twilight calls, gaining their attention, "We need to focus and pay attention; we can't risk being divided, physically or mentally."

"That's exactly right, Twilight." Crystal says, "Weakness in the mind is his greatest asset. If we're not paying close enough attention, he'll divide us without anypony even noticing."

"He sounds dangerous..." Fluttershy whimpers, keeping close to Dash.

"Very dangerous. Please, if we confront him, allow me to take my strike at him first. The rest of you should stay back unless I need help."

"Forget that!" Rainbow Dash speaks up, puffing her chest out again, "I could take out that big jerk in ten seconds flat!"

"Please, don't say such things," Crystal reprimands, "He'll use your arrogance against you."

"Arrogance?!" Dash practically yells, voice cracking slightly, "Who're you calling arrogant, lady?!"

"I did not mean to offend-"

"Well you did!"

"Rainbow, calm down." Twilight attempts, "She didn't mean it that way."

"Yeah, well she needs to have a little more confidence in us! Watch this!"

"No! Wait!" Crystal gasps, but it's barely a second too late as Rainbow Dash rockets straight ahead into the forest, leaving the group in the dust.

The blue Pegasus shoots through the forest with record speed, dodging trees with ease. She comes to a screeching halt in front of a monstrous tree, hits it with her hoof, then turns around and darts back toward the group.

"See? Ten seconds flat!" She says as she arrives back where she'd left them.

She's met with an empty forest.

"Um, guys?" She glances around, confused, "Hey? Where'd you go?"

A deep, rumbling laugh emanates from the forest, seemingly all around her.

"Who's there?!" Dash calls, searching the trees all around her, "Show yourself!"

"You really should listen to your elders, little girl." Comes a deep voice. On the path just ahead a tall silhouette appears walking toward her, "Such arrogance shouldn't go without punishment."

"Who do you think you're talking to!" Dash shouts, "I'm Rainbow Dash, the fastest Pegasus in Equestria!"

"And the dumbest, I'm sure."

"Why, you!" Rainbow growls. With a quick flap of her wings, she darts toward the figure.

She once again shoots through the forest at a high speed, determined eyes on the dark shadow.

But, it seems, she is not getting any closer. The trees wizz by, but the silhouette grows no closer.

"Huh?" Dash squeaks, confused. She pushes herself to go faster, but still she seems to be gaining no ground.

"What's wrong, Dashie? I thought you were the fastest in Equestria? Can't you catch me?"

"I am! I can!" She squeezes her eyes shut and pushes even harder, then all at once she's suddenly losing speed. She tries to flap her wings, but there's no response. She's falling, and suddenly she collides with the ground and rolls.

By the time she comes to a stop, her entire body is throbbing in pain. Her bones ache from impact and she's fairly certain she's lost some skin. She slowly opens her eyes and once the blur clears she gasps at the pair of black and red hooves in front of her face.

"What's the matter, Rainbow Crash? You have a little accident?"

She forces herself to stand through the pain and whimpers as she backs away. She attempts to take flight again, but nothing happens; her wings are frozen against her back.

"You don't mind being grounded for a bit, do you? What does the fastest Pegasus in Equestria need with a pair of working wings anyway?" Comes the voice again, along with a chuckle.

Dash whimpers and faces her opponent.

Before her stands an Alicorn, it's body as black as the night, with blazing lines of blood red in it's black mane. It's bat-like wings are raised in an intimidating stance, it's sharp horn protruding from it's skull menacingly, and it's burning, snake-like red eyes are on her.

She whimpers, frozen in fear.

The Alicorn, Ghost Moon, sneers at her, "What's the matter, Dashie? Scared? What happened to all that confidence earlier?"

"I-" She squeaks, shaking. With hardly a second thought, she turns and begins running as best she can, his deep cackling following her through the forest, surrounding her, consuming her.
---
"Rainbow Dash!" The ponies each call in turns, searching desperately for their friend.

"Golly, where'd that gal get off to?" Apple Jack muses, scanning the trees for the Pegasus.

"She's likely already been caught in Ghost Moon's snare." Crystal explains, never breaking her pace.

"We've got to save her!" Rarity gasps.

"No," Crystal quickly cuts off, "Once you're within his grasp you cannot be saved from outside forces. Her only hope is if we find him first and to do that we must stick together."

The ponies each gave one another skeptical looks, but do not argue. They quiet down and follow the Alicorn at a steady pace through the forest.

Pinkie Pie lags slightly behind, looking around the all the spooky scenery with a big grin.

A noise catches her attention and she stops, listening.

A giggle.

She looks toward the noise, somewhere off to her left. She opens her mouth to call out to the group, but she hears it again and tries to listen.

It's so close... It wouldn't hurt to just check it out real quick.

She diverts from the trails and heads into the trees, following her ears.

The giggling becomes laughing and grows louder. It sounds like a young filly frolicking in the forest.

Pinkie giggles, growing excited. She wants to frolic too!

But, the giggling suddenly ceases and she stops to listen.

Silence.

"Hello?" She calls, "Little girl?"

Silence.

She stands for a moment, confused, before shrugging it off and heading back for the group.

A sudden blood-curdling scream makes her stop dead in her tracks.

"...Hello?" She calls again, "Does someone need help?"

Silence.

She begins to take a step and turns her head to look forward again.

She jumps and screams when she sees a grotesque face in front of her. She pauses, then begins to giggle at the horrifying tree.

"Aw, you're not so scary!" She laughs, no longer afraid. She changes directed and suddenly finds herself face-to-face with yet another gruesome tree. Again, she laughs it off.

She looks around to find that there are actually several trees, each with a different face.

"It's like a fun house!" She laughs, bouncing between them.

"You think my gruesome display is like a fun house?" A deep voice sneers from seemingly all around her, "This is fun to you?"

"Sure!" She cheers, stopping, "Anything can be fun with laughter! You just gotta giggle at the ghosty!"

"Huh-uh?" A tall figure steps forth from the shadows, it's eyes and mane a blaze of red and it's coat as black as night, "Tell me, child, would you find such things as fun if you couldn't laugh at them?"

"I'd never not be able to laugh! That would be like not being able to breath! That's crazy!" Pinkie giggles.

"Are you so sure? Who's to say you can't damage your vocal cords and render yourself unable to express such joy?"

Pinkie attempts to laugh, finding such an accusation completely absurd, but all that comes out is an airy squeak. She tries again with the same result. Then again, and again, and again.

The situation suddenly isn't that funny anymore. Without the sound of laughter, the trees around her and the Alicorn in front of her suddenly become so much more real and so much more terrifying.

She squeaks and begins backing away, looking fearfully between the trees.

"What's the matter child? Suddenly lose your sense of humor?" Ghost Moon asks before he begins laughing himself, "Because I certainly haven't lost mine!"

Then it's as though the trees are alive and they're reaching for her, trying to grab her. She lets out a silent scream and runs, trying to get as far away as possible. His cackling follows her through the dark forest along with the reaching branches, gripping at her, pulling her mane and tearing her flesh. Tears are streaming down her face, blurring her vision, but she can't let herself stop; even though her lungs are burning and her legs feel like bricks, she can't stop.
---
"Hey, ya'll, aren't we missin' a member?" Apple Jack asks, gaining the attention of the other ponies.

They stop to investigate her claim and quickly realize that, yes, another pony is clearly missing.

"Where's Pinkie Pie?" Fluttershy whimpers.

"She was right next to me just a second ago." Rarity explains, looking around worriedly.

"We cannot afford to waste anymore time. If she's gone then she is likely within his grasp and we can do nothing to help her now except find and defeat Ghost Moon." Crystal explains, walking again, "Please, hurry."

"How do you know we're even goin' the right way?" Apple Jack asks quizzically.

"We can sense each other as we become closer. He knows I'm here, just as I know that he is here. I can feel him, circling us, watching our every move. We'll have to move quickly if we want to best him."

"Uh, and how exactly 'r' we gonna catch 'em?"

"I haven't quite figure that out yet, to be honest."

Apple Jack and Rarity glance at each other skeptically. The tan pony leans toward her friend, keeping her voice low, "I ain't sure this pony knows what she's doin'."

"Well, it's not like we have a lot of choice in who to follow, Apple Jack." Rarity whispers back.

"I say, we go get our gals before they get into serious trouble."

"I'm not sure we should split from the group."

"Suit yourself, sugar cube." Apple Jack stops and changes direction, quickly making her own path back through the forest.

Rarity gasps and runs after her friend without thinking.

"Apple Jack! Get back here!" Rarity calls, trying desperately to keep up with the country pony while avoiding mud and dirt. She soon looses sight of her, however, and is left standing all alone in the dark forest; the large trees towering over her intimidatingly.

"Apple Jack?" She calls, glancing around nervously as she slowly navigates the woods.

The melancholy forest is completely silent; no animals make a sound, no wind rustles through the gloomy plants. The only sound is the soft thudding of the glamorous pony's slow hoof steps.

She looks above her at the tree tops, where the sunlight is barely streaming through. The tops of the trees barely move in the wind high above, but make no sound.

Her attention elsewhere, she trips over an exposed root, unceremoniously stumbling and falling into the dirt with a small yelp.

She quickly pushes herself up, but the damage is done. Her once beautifully pristine coat is now lightly coated in dirt and grime from the forest floor.

"Oh, ew..." She whimpers, standing stiffly in disgust, "Ew, ew, ew..." She slowly moves to wipe away as much dirt as best she can.

"Forget it!" She suddenly snaps, stomping her hoof, "This is ridiculous! I'm going home!"

She turns around and begins to head back toward the group, walking with a stiff gait.

A quick flash of light catches her attention and she comes to a halt. She takes a step backward, searching for the mysterious light. It comes again and this time she sees what caused it; a beam of light bouncing off of a mirror.

"What is this doing here?" She asks no one in particular as she walks toward it.

The mirror is rectangular, barely taller than herself, and is leaning up against a tree. She steps in front of it and looks herself over, nose scrunching in disgust at how dirty she has become.

"Oh, yuck!" She once again attempts to wipe the dirt off, but her hooves are also caked in mud, only making the situation worse.

"Ewww, nooo! This is horrible!" She groans dramatically, ceasing her attempts at cleaning herself, "I need a bath." She backs away from the mirror and turns toward the direction she'd just come from, only to spot another mirror.

"Huh?" She pauses for a second, startled, before walking up to this one. Her reflection is still covered in dirt and mud, and the sight is repulsive.

Groaning, she again backs away.

"What's wrong, Rarity, afraid of a little dirt?" A deep voice echos through the forest around her.

She squeals and jerks her head around nervously, searching the forest for the origin of the voice. Instead, she is horrified to find more and more mirrors.

"Wh-what?!"

"You know what they say, 'The problem with beauty is that it’s like being born rich and getting poorer.' You may be easy on the eyes now, but it's only down here from here, hun."

Dozens of reflections stared back at her, each one progressively older, uglier, wrinklier, and more terrifying than the last. She screams and darts from the circle, keeping her head low as she dodges trees. She glances behind her, hoping nothing is following, then looks back ahead. She yelps and comes to a sudden stop just before colliding with a large, circular mirror.

Staring back at her is a gruesome, mangled, and oddly familiar corpse. It's previously white coat is a washed out grey and is missing in some places, exposing muscle and bones. It's once vibrant purple hair now faded and mostly gone. One eye is missing, the other hanging loosely from it's socket, and it's jaw is cocked at an awkward angle. She stands stock still, the macabre sight making her skin crawl.

From behind the mirror steps an Alicorn, coat as black as death and eyes the color of blood, "Beauty is only skin deep, Rarity." He says with a wicked grin.

Rarity lets out a horrified scream before her eyes roll back into her head and she passes out.
---
Apple Jack plods along through the dark forest at a hasty pace, calling out for her missing friends.

"Rainbow Dash! Pinkie Pie!" She yells, scanning the woods around her for movement.

A sudden rustling catches her attention and she quickly spins to face the noise.

Out from the shadows steps a tall Alicorn, mischievous red eyes staring her down.

"I take it you're Ghost Moon." AJ says, standing defensively, ready to either attack or run in a moment's notice.

Ghost grins at her, bowing his head slightly, "Guilty as charged. You're the country pony, Apple Jack, correct?"

"As if the hat ain't a dead giveaway?"

Ghost chuckles and shakes his head, turning to slowly begin circling the tan pony, "My my, you aren't known for your manners, are you?"

"I don't see the point in treatin' ponies like you politely." AJ snapped, keeping her front to the Alicorn at all times.

"That's alright. I like a little bit of fight. Makes victory that much sweeter."

"Don't think you c'n try 'n' trick me with yer little head games. I won't be bested that easily."

"Oh, I'm aware, thank you. No, you see, I have a much more fun game for you." He halts and faces the earth pony, "You strike me as more of a competitor, am I right? And, an honest one at that. So, perhaps you'd like to have a bit of a contest?"

AJ raises an eyebrow, eyeing Ghost Moon skeptically, "What kind'a contest?"

"Whatever you like. You may choose. Perhaps whatever it is you're best at?"

"...And this ain't some kinda trick?"

"No, I assure you. Just a contest. I won't even cheat."

AJ pauses, thinking over her options. She doubts she could beat him in a race, since he has longer legs. An agility test was out of the question for the same reason. Pulling weights was also out, since she had no way of knowing his physical strength.

"I challenge you... to an apple buckin' contest!" It was perfect. She'd been doing it since she was a little filly and very few other ponies knew how to properly buck a tree to get it to drop enough apples.

"Apple bucking? How... country. As you wish." He grins. His horn suddenly glows red and the trees around them turn into apple trees, each one filled with bright red apples.

"Ten trees each. Whoever finishes all of them first, wins."

"And you promise you won't cheat?" Apple Jack gives him a little glare.

Ghost Moon raises a hoof in defense, "No cheating, you have my word. I won't even need to. This challenge is mine."

AJ snorts, walking toward one of the trees, "Don't be so sure'a that. I ain't exactly new ta this."

Ghost Moon also takes his position at the other end, "You really think you stand a chance against me? A pony of incredible power who has lived far longer, seen much more, and traveled much farther than you? Please, AJ, give me some credit. Besides, dear, you've already hit your prime. Even if you're a great apple bucker now, doesn't mean you always will be. Soon, you'll grow so weak you'll become useless around that little farm of yours."

"You sure talk a lot. Maybe we could get down ta business instead? What do I get if I win?"

"I'll set your friends free and leave, of course. You'll never hear a peep from me again." Ghost grins, making a zipping motion across his mouth.

"And, if you win?"

"Hmm..." He taps his chin in thought before smiling, "Well, I get the satisfactory of victory, of course."

"What about a prize?"

"Prizes are for the arrogant. All I want is victory."

AJ eyes him suspiciously, "Really? That's it?"

"That's it."

"Fine. Take yer position."

"Way ahead of you. Do be careful, we wouldn't want you to hurt yourself."

"I could say the same ta you. And don't talk down ta me like that."

"Of course. Ready when you are."

AJ backs up to the tree and and readies herself, "On yer mark... Get set... Buck!" She quickly slams her back hooves into the trunk as hard as she can, sending apples tumbling to the ground. She grins triumphantly.

Her grin fades however, when she notices that Ghost Moon's first tree is also bare and he's heading toward his second. She quickly goes to the next one and bucks it, clearing it in one go again.

Ghost Moon doesn't hasten his stride, but instead barely stops to kick the second tree with one leg, sending all the apples to the ground with ease, before continuing on to the next target.

Apple Jack growls and runs to the third tree, giving it a hard buck. Not all of the apples drop, however, so she must kick it a second time to get them all.

"You'd best pace yourself," Ghost Moon calls as strolls toward his third tree, "You'll wear yourself out."

"Don't tell me how ta buck apples!" AJ snaps as she moves to the fourth set.

This one takes two bucks to clear, the fifth one takes four, and by the time she gets to the eight tree she has nearly stopped progressing.

She kicks and bucks the trunk, but barely manages to move it. She doesn't understand why; on the farm she could clear acres of trees in a day and never have trouble.

Ghost Moon knocks all of the apples from tree number six and leisurely heads for the seventh, "Too weak to keep going, AJ?"

"No way!" She yells, bucking as hard as she can. Two apples drop, but nothing else.

"Oh... Oh no..." She groans, panic taking over.

Ghost Moon clears his seventh with no problem, "Calm down, tom-boy, it's not like you're losing anything by losing this competition. Well, except for your pride, of course."

"Shut it!"

"I don't mean to be rude, but it seems to me that if you can't even clear ten trees, then you're pretty well useless, right?" Ghost asks, taking his time getting to tree number eight.

"I said be quiet!" AJ continually kicks the tree, each kick dropping an apple or two.

"It's nothing to be upset about. Lots of ponies can't buck apples very well. I'm sure you can do something else. Maybe sewing is more your forte?"

"No! I'm one of the best apple-buckers in Equestria!"

"Aren't you pretty well the only apple-bucker around here? Besides your brother, of course." A quick kick sends the apples of tree eight tumbling to the ground.

"You know what I meant!" The tree is eventually cleared and she moves onto number nine. She bucks it repeatedly as hard as she can, but to no avail. Not a single apple drops.

What has happened to her? Why is she no longer able to do what she has loved doing for so many years?

Ghost easily finishes his ninth, then trots over to number ten and wins the competition with ease.

AJ hangs her head in shame, "Fine. You win. Go ahead, rub it in."

"Oh, AJ, I'd never dream of it." Ghost says, walking over to the smaller pony and laying a hoof on her shoulder, "Poor, poor AJ, unable to perform her own job. It's alright, I'm sure they'll find a good use for you elsewhere. You know, I hear that if you watch an apple, it never rots. Maybe you could do that?" He drops his hoof and begins to walk away, chuckling, "Best of luck, Apple Jack."

He slips away through the trees and disappears into the darkness of the forest, leaving the broken pony to wallow in her despair.
---

Storyline

okay you arrive at Canterlot and meet with Celestia
Mane Six are ordered up to the castle and informed of your evil older brother
the mane six and you head to the forest and start looking for signs i was there
forest starts changing around separating the seven
first one i confront is rainbow dash
rainbow hears laughter and starts flying towards my shadow but just before she tackles me...
"poof" wings disappear and slides on the ground to my feet
reason dash's wings vanished is i played into greatest fears and since dash likes flying
Twilight no magic
Rarity old/ugly
Pinkie no voice
Apple weak
Fluttershy
yea... maybe she sees my "heart of gold" or something sappy like that
im thinking the other five and you barge through as i'm staring flutter down and you shoot me with magic and knock me out
you wake up in like a prison hospital or something
and they lock you up
but fluttershy's all "No hes good really, he can get better" or whatever
and convinces them to give you another chance?
then there would probably be more
like fluttershy is put in charge of "reforming" you
then we nuzzle in the rain

Ponies

Crystal Moon ->
Younger
Born under Solar Eclipsed moon (occurs 2 – 5 times a year)
Lives in harmony with the forests
Can control water; creates rivers
Purifies anything she chooses
Promotes joy, harmony, and forgiveness
Soft spoken, but not shy
Stands up for those who cannot defend themselves

Born under a Solar Eclipse, Crystal Moon grew up under the protective care of her parents and watchful eye of her older brother, Ghost Moon. They left home together at a young age to explore the world, but soon went their separate ways. Crystal was soon appointed by Celestia to schedule eclipses, which earned her a cutie mark after her first successful eclipse. She spends much of her time either in the palace or high up in the sky, where most ponies cannot venture. Her abilities to control water and purify anything contaminated make her an asset to the city. On nights of a Solar Eclipse, she dances beneath the stars and brightens the night sky.


Ghost Moon ->
Older
Born under Lunar Eclipsed moon (occurs once a year or less)
Fast
Able to exploit one's greatest fears
Blends in with the shadows
Promotes chaos, distrust, and vengeance
Tends to be rather loud and standoffish
Smooth talker; can talk even the most kind and gentle of ponies into doing a bad deed
Likes to cause trouble, but doesn't actually want to rule Equestria

Born beneath a Lunar Eclipse, Ghost Moon took a keen interest in darkness more so than any of the other colts. Also unlike other colts, he gained his cutie mark, a moon during a Lunar Eclipse, much faster. The Lunar Eclipse brings him great luck, he realized at an early age, and used it to his advantage, often performing his most daring acts of chaos on these nights. After his sister, Crystal Moon, was born, he became slightly less troublesome, but only for a short time. The two left home together at an early age, but split apart very quickly to perform their own agendas. Ghost traveled across Equestria, tricking naive ponies into performing mean tasks or tricking them out of their possessions. He has no real agenda, but instead simply wants to create a little chaos.

Infatuated Infected B3

A cackle rose through the air as an athletic body easily cleared a large gap between two buildings and landed gracefully on the roof of the second building. He kept running, easily putting distance between himself and a man he’d just killed. He laughed like a mad man again as another gap crept ever closer.

As he cleared it, landing on yet another rooftop, he couldn’t help but think how invigorating the last few days had been.

Fucking zombies man! How much more exciting could it get?!

He ran around a large structure and nearly collided with a woman wearing nothing but a night gown, blood all over the pink fabric. She let out a low growl and made a move for him. She didn’t get far before he shoved a gun to her face and pulled the trigger, sending brain and skull fragments all over the roof.

The man in the hoody laughed and continued running. His hoody was a little big on him, so he kept it strapped down with duct tape to make it less wind resistant. It was mostly white, with lime green stripes on the sleeves and the same color on the hood, which also sported little doggy ears and a nose. On the front, it read “I :heart: GIR” in bold lime green letters and a big red heart.

Sure, it was a little gay, but it was also incredibly comfortable, and he fucking loved Invader Zim, so he really didn’t care.

His feet pumped along the floor, taking him across the large structure much faster than most of the infected could move. He laughed as his feet left the earth once again, landing roughly on yet another rooftop.

He slowed down now, using his gun to take down the one infected in his path. The rooftop ended soon enough and he was left staring up at a building larger than the one he was currently on. He smirked as he gripped a ladder on the side, quickly pulling himself up.

He climbed up two floors, then carefully stepped off the ladder and onto a makeshift ledge which he and his friend had constructed out of wood and metal a few days prior. He quickly but carefully crossed it and slipped through an open window.

Inside, he spotted his friend sitting on the bed, a lit cigarette in his hand and smoke quickly exiting his mouth.

The runner grinned, holding up a bag he’d been carrying. “Lookit what I got!” He said excitedly.

“Anything good?” The other asked, tone full of boredom and only very slight curiosity. The runner pulled his hood down and walked up to the other, tossing him the bag, which the smoking man caught with ease.

“It’s not much. I sorta got jumped and had to get the hell out fast, but it’s what you wanted basically. I got a couple packages of cigarettes, a Monster, a Four Loco and some chips.”

“You couldn’t get more?”

“Fucking ass! I told you I got jumped! It was either take that and leave, or stay and die, meaning you wouldn’t have gotten shit then and would die in like two days without me!”

The darker haired man shrugged, thoroughly pissing off the shorter one.

“What the fuck, Lance!? You’re a no good motherfucker! I aught’a just leave!”

“Oh shut it, David. We wouldn’t survive three days apart. Now sit your ass down, you look like you’ve been runnin’ nonstop for a mile now.”

“Because I fucking have been!” David hissed as he fell onto the bed and just laid there. Lance stood and headed for the kitchen.

“Thanks.” He mumbled as he left, not really caring if the other man heard or not.

David heard, but chose not to reply. He was too tired to talk anymore. Instead, he shut his eyes and decided a nap would be just perfect.

--

“David! Wake up!”

David jumped, suddenly quite awake, and fell off the side of the bed. “What?! Whas goin’ on!?” He stumbled to his feet, looking around quickly. Lance ran past him to the window, “We gotta go! Now!”

“Why?!”

“NOW!”

David tripped his way to the window, climbing out right after Lance as they hurriedly crossed the makeshift balcony toward the ladder.

“Dude?! What the hell’s going on!?”

“I fucked up, okay? Several of those freaks got into the apartment.”

“Fuck! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“I’m sorry alright?! Jesus Christ it’s not like I did it on purpose!”

By now, both were around half-way down the ladder. Several infected suddenly appeared at the window, a few falling out and falling between the small gap between buildings.

The men dropped down onto the rooftop of the shorter building, each looking around for anymore infected.

“Now what?” David snapped, giving Lance a dirty look, “We’ve got nowhere to go!”

“I said I was sorry alright? Fuck.”

“Did you grab a gun, at least?”

“No, I left it in the living room. Where’s yours?”

“Goddammit! I left mine next to the bed!”

“Perfect.”

David let out an angry yell, followed shortly by, “We are so fucked!”

“No sense in just standing here and bitching about it.” Lance mumbled as he headed toward the opposite end of the building. David followed angrily.

They journeyed down another ladder and into an alley, moving quickly but silently.

“Where are we going?” David asked.

“See those tall buildings a few blocks over? They’re businesses. There’s bound to be somewhere safe to hide there.”

“How are we getting there? We have no weapons!”

Lance stopped, David nearly colliding with him as the taller of the two looked around, searching for anything in the alley that could be used as a weapon. He noticed a pile of pipes laying against a wall and headed for it, David following close behind.

He picked one up, examining it. David frowned, “Pipes? What the hell are we gonna do with pipes?”

“Hit zombies, obviously.”

“You’re not supposed to fucking hit them! You’re supposed to shoot them! We could catch the infection if we get their blood in our mouths or eyes or an open wound, dumbass.” David hissed.

Lance gave a nonchalant shrug, “Okay. You shoot them, I’ll hit them.”

“I don’t have a gun!”

“Exactly. Now quit your bitching and pick up a pipe.”

David growled, furious and resisting the urge to knock Lance’s teeth out. Still, he picked up a pipe of his own and began following Lance again.

--

They were nearly there, a doorway was in sight, and they had a clear shot. Their weapons were bloody, along with their clothing, and both were panting.

A wide grin spread across David’s face, “We’re nearly there!”

“Don’t jinx us.” Lance grumbled as they slipped into the building, “We still have to find a place to hide.”

“Right, right.” David agreed with a nod.

The lobby was huge and covered in white granite, most of which was now red. The fountain in the middle was no longer flowing and the water was a murky maroon color. They tiptoed through the room and headed for a hallway off to the right.

“Should we stay on the first floor, or get higher?”

“We try the first for now. No sense in getting ourselves trapped on a higher floor if we can help it.”

They crept through the hall, checking doors silently. It was easy enough to open up a door, glance inside and quickly but quietly close it before any infected inside noticed.

As they neared the end of the hallway they noticed several infected standing in a stairwell. Lance stopped, David following suit.

“There’s at least four. I don’t wanna risk taking on that many at once.” Lance whispered. David nodded, slowly backing up.

A noise from behind them, most likely one of the other infected knocking over something in a room, alerted the infected in the stairwell. Their dead eyes locked onto the two fresh targets and they began running toward them seconds later.

Except, suddenly there were six.

“Fuck!” Lance cursed as he turned and ran past David, “Let’s go!”

They ran back down the hallway and into the other, Lance knowing that there should be a staircase in this one as well.

Behind them, the group of six added another member from a room with an open door as they all chased after dinner.

Dinner easily knocked another infected out of its route and finally found the second stairwell.

“I fucking hate stairs!” David yelled as they began their climb.

“Maybe you could ask our new friends to point you toward the elevator?” Lance panted.

“I fucking hate you too!”

Though the lobby had been new, Lance could tell the building itself was very old. The walls were chipping and the metal stairs were rusted in places.

He wasn’t entirely surprised when he heard a section collapse not too far behind him, probably due to the combined weight of the infected.

David, however, was much more surprised when the floor beneath his feet suddenly gave way. He fell, his upper body hitting a section of stairs that had not collapsed. He dug his fingers into the grate to keep himself from slipping anymore, though now everything below his armpits was hanging. The infected behind him hit the ground below him, most getting back up.

“Fuck.” He muttered. There was no sense in yelling for Lance, that would only alert more zombies and Lance would never come back for him anyway.

Sure, they were friends, but they were also selfish pricks.

David sung his legs back and forth, attempting to create some sort of momentum so he could pull himself up.

A sudden, searing pain in his right ankle mad him yell. “AAAAHH FUCK!!”

He attempted to pull himself up and away from the pain, but it pulled him down. ‘This is it.’ He realized. ‘I’m going to die here in this fucking stairwell.’

He wasn’t expecting two strong hands to grab his shoulders and two strong arms pull him to safety.

“Dammit David.” Lance cursed, “Get your ass in gear!”

David muttered a quick ‘thanks’ and got to his feet, climbing more stairs.

A sign with the number “3” on it informed them that this was the third floor. They left the staircase behind them and walked out into the new hallway. David let Lance take the lead, as he was now the only one with a weapon, and limped behind him.

Lance yanked open the third door, seeing two infected inside, and decided this would have to do. They charged him. He struck the first one across the temple with as much force as he could, sending the sick man away several feet. The woman was next. He hit her across the jaw, nearly knocking it off. She only stumbled backward, however, so he raised the pipe above his head and brought it down hard on hers. She dropped, blood painting his shirt and the floor, and did not move.

“Get in.” Lance instructed to David as he dragged the dead woman into the hallway and left her in front of the doorway.

The sick man rolled over and attempted to stand, but a blow to the back of the head finished him and Lance left him lying on top of the woman before shutting the door.

Lance and David quickly dragged a desk and some chairs to block the door before collapsing against the opposite wall, completely drained.

“… You came back for me.” David whispered. He was still shocked.

Lance shrugged, “Yeah, well, what are friends for?”

“I thought you said it was all for one and one for all?”

“You’re the one who went out and got me cigarettes today.”

“That’s different.”

“How?”

“I had a gun and the advantage.”

“It’s not different.”

“Whatever….”

Lance let out a small hiss of laughter, “Look, we’re all we’ve got in this fucked up new world. I’d rather not have to be alone.”

David nodded, secretly feeling a little more secure, though he knew it really wouldn’t matter now.

“Next time though, I’m leavin’ your sorry ass, so don’t do it again, okay?”

“There won’t be a next time.”

“Why’s ‘at?”

David lifted his leg, exposing the ripped and blood stained cloth near his ankle and deep scratches in his flesh.

Lance sighed, “Fuck man.”

David gave a pitiful grin, “Hurts like a mother.”

“Looks like it.”

He let his foot drop and his head fall against the wall, “Looks like you’re gonna be alone after all.”

“I don’t really like the thought, I’ll tell you right now.”

“Me either. Sorry man.”

“Not your fault.”

David gave a shrug.

“… Any regrets?”

“Mm… Just one.”

“Care to share?”

“Promise not to laugh?”

“I’m an ass, but I’m not a complete dick.”

David gave a humorless laugh, “’Kay. I totally didn’t wanna die a virgin.”

“… Are you serious?”

“Yes I’m serious you prick.”

“You’re twenty-fucking-three. Why the hell are you still a virgin? Savin’ it?”

“It ain’t by choice you fucker! In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m not exactly friendly.”

“Went ‘n scared ‘em all off, huh?”

“Shut the hell up. I have more fun with parkour anyway. What about you? How much tail you had?”

“Couple girls a month at least.”

“Fucking how?!”

“I’m a smooth talker, you know that.”

“God dammit I hate you.”

Lance smirked, suddenly moving and leaning over David, the smaller man now trapped between his friend and the wall.

“Hey! The fuck you think you’re doing, faggot?!” David cursed. Lance leaned down, his elbows pressed against the wall on either side of David’s head, “C’mon, you don’t wanna die a virgin, do ya?”

David’s eyes widened, “You’re kiddin’.”

“I’m not.” Lance clarified, leaning a little closer. David pressed himself against the wall and gave a dirty glare, “Don’t you fucking touch me you queer!”

Lance suddenly frowned; quickly nailing David in the stomach, knocking the wind out of the smaller male and making him double over. Lance grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the wall above his head. David gasped and coughed, trying to regain his breath.

“You call me queer again and it’s gonna be a lot worse for you, understand?”

“Lance!” David coughed. Lance roughly forced his lips against his younger companion’s. David began struggling, twisting his torso, yanking his arms and kicking his legs, desperately trying to find a way to harm the overpowering male.

Lance broke the kiss and moved his attention to David’s neck, which he promptly began biting and licking.

“Stop that you fucking faggot!” David yelled as he struggled. Lance only pressed himself harder against the young man. He bit down harder than necessary on an area of flesh, drawing a loud curse from his companion.

“Agh! Goddamn queer!”

Lance suddenly drew back and knocked David across the jaw, stunning him.

“What did I tell you about the queer comments?”

David let out a rather pathetic whimper before he could stop himself. He quickly tried to redeem himself by giving Lance a hate filled glare, then an arrogant smirk, “Well, whatever. You just fucked yourself over anyway, dumbass! I’m infected, and now so are you!”

“You honestly think I don’t know that?” Lance said blankly. David’s face fell, “What?”

“I told you before; we won’t last three days apart. I figure I’m killing two birds with one stone. I sure as hell don’t want to be alone, nor do I want to be torn into by one of those freaks, and I can get laid one last time before I die. Everybody wins.”

“How is that a win for me!?”

“You said you didn’t wanna die a virgin.”

“This is not what I meant and you know it!”

Lance shrugged, “I honestly don’t care. You can either resist and be raped, or relax and enjoy yourself.”

“How am I supposed to enjoy myself when you’re forcing this on me?!”

Lance gave him a look, “Listen, I’m good at this. You could’ve asked any woman I ever been with. If you’d stop being a whiny bitch I’m sure I could make it nearly painless for you.”

David said nothing, glare barely wavering even as Lance went back to devouring his neck. The taller man moved lower, nudging the hoody out of the way so he could lightly bite into the pale skin between the shoulder and neck. David suddenly twitched and gasped, drawing a smirk from Lance.

“Ah, so there’s your spot. If you’d just consent, I could make this so good for you.” He whispered the last sentence. A shudder crawled up David’s spine, much to his dismay, “Gay sex hurts. There’s nothing good about it. It’s disgusting.”

“It only hurts at first, I promise. Come on, David, you’re only making this harder on yourself. This is happening one way or another, so why not just consent to it? I could rock your world, ya know.”

David let out a shaky sigh when Lance placed a kiss in the same spot as earlier, “This is wrong.”

“Who cares? The world basically ended last week. There’s no one around to give a fuck anymore.”

“God gives a fuck.”

“Tch. Please. You and I both know we don’t believe in him.” Lance said, placing a slightly harder bite on the same spot. David whimpered and shivered, “Okay, okay… Fine. Just, get it over with.”

-

Lance smirked, “My pleasure. I’m going to let your arms go. I’m sure you know that it would be in your best interest not to try anything.”

David gave a small nod and Lance released his grip on thin wrists. David let his arms drop, resting his hands against the floor as Lance slid his own hands under David’s hoody. He felt the fabric of David’s white shirt and quickly slipped beneath it, frowning when he realized how thin the other man was.

“Don’t you ever eat?”

“We hang out all the damn time, you know I eat a shit ton. I just run it off.” David muttered irritably. Lance gave a quick nod and took his hands out from under the hoody, using one to quickly pull down the zipper in front.

“Hey!” David snapped, “You are not undressing me!!”

“Relax.” Lance soothed, voice smooth, “I’m just getting this out of the way.”

David said nothing more as Lance opened his hoody and lifted his black t-shirt, exposing his chest. Lance leaned down and took a nipple between his teeth, drawing a hiss from the other man.

“I’m not a fucking girl and this isn’t romantic. Quit screwing around and get it over with!” David snapped. Lance smirked up at him, “I just thought I shouldn’t move too fast for the innocent little virgin.”

“Fuck you, qu-!” David stopped himself, biting his lip to keep from speaking the rest of the forbidden word.

“Good. You’re learning.” Lance said with a mean grin, tangling a hand in light brown hair and smashing their lips together in a bruising kiss. David squeezed his eyes shut and didn’t move.

A growl sounded from Lance’s throat and he added more pressure to the kiss. David complied and returned to unwanted lip contact. The taller man eased up on the pressure but kept their lips together for several more seconds, savoring the moment.

Oh how he’d waited so long for this moment.

Their lips parted and both were left panting. David quickly looked away, refusing eye contact.

Lance ignored this and instead focused his attention on David’s pants. He quickly unbuttoned them and pulled them downward.

“Lift your hips.” He instructed. David paused, looking as though he might argue, but eventually did as told. Lance quickly pulled them the rest of the way, taking off David’s shoes in order to rid him of his pants completely.

The older male looked over the smaller body. The only items left on it were a pair of socks, a black t-shirt that was still exposing a smooth stomach, and a hoody.

“You look good enough ta eat.” Lance said with a smirk. David immediately snapped his legs shut without a word. Lance chuckled, slipping his hands between David’s knees and easily pulling them apart, situating them on either side of him. He wiped his fingers on his shirt, removing dried blood. He pressed them to David’s lips and was met with a disgusted look.

“Suck.” He commanded.

“No.”

“Why not? You’re already infected.”

“That’s sick.”

Without batting an eye, Lance reached down and gave a hard pinch to the inside of David’s thigh. The smaller man reacted instantly, letting out a loud yelp and jerking his hips away from the pain. Lance quickly forced his fingers inside the moist cavern and gently rubbed at the abused flesh with his other hand, “Simply complying the first time would make things a lot easier on you.”

David let out a low growl as he obediently sucked on the offending digits.

Lance watched him with a lust filled gaze, enjoying every second of his domination over such an uncontrollable spirit.

He removed his fingers and placed them at David’s entrance. The other immediately tensed up, looking away again and squeezing his eyes shut.

Lance sighed, “It’s easier if you relax.”

David said nothing.

Feeling only a little guilty, Lance reached out with his other hand and began stroking his friend’s shaft.

Very slowly, David grew hard and relaxed more. Lance took to kissing and nipping at the spot on his neck as he carefully slipped one finger inside. David gasped and tried to pull away, but he couldn’t go far.

He slowly relaxed to the intrusion and Lance was able to add a second, then eventually a third. He thrust them in and out, gently scissoring them, trying to prep David as best he could. He buried them deep inside and rubbed against a spot that made David arch his back and whine.

Lance closed his eyes, concentrating on each task as he listened to David’s pants increase in pitch.

David’s back began to arch, the pants growing louder and faster. Lance knew he was close.

“Say my name.” He whispered in his ear. David whimpered. Lance repeated the command.

“…Lance.” David whispered.

“Again.”

“Lance.” A little louder this time.

“You can do better than that.”

Two hands finally moved from the floor and gripped Lance’s shoulders, “Lance.” David panted, squeezing the fabric of his shirt. His back arched and his head fell back against the wall. “Lance!” He moaned loudly, spilling his seed all over his stomach and Lance’s hand. He tensed for several seconds as Lance continued to stroke him, before he finally let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding and fell limp.

Lance chuckled, “See? That wasn’t so bad.”

David let out a small groan before replying, “So, we’re done then?”

“Hell no. Unbutton my pants.”

David did as instructed, no longer willing to argue so much. He quickly undid the button and pulled his pants down a few inches, freeing Lance’s hardened member.

“Oh god…” David groaned. “You have big hands, so I should’ve known…”

Lance chuckled as he used David’s seed to lubricate his own member, “Don’t worry. I’m good with this thing.”

“I hate you right now.”

“At what point did you stop hating me?”

David fell silent as Lance scooted forward on his knees and gently lifted David into his lap. The smaller man gripped the fabric on Lance’s shoulder’s again as he was slowly lowered. He gasped as the tip gently entered, then hissed when the head slipped inside.

“Just relax…” Lance soothed as he slowly slid deeper inside. He stopped once he was completely inside to allow time for his friend to adjust.

“Fuck Lance… How big are you?” David grunted, fingers clinching the shirt tightly.

“A little over seven inches.”

“Yeah? Well it feels like fucking ten. Take it out.”

“You’ll adjust.”

“No, really, it fucking hurts! Take it out.” He said through clinched teeth.

“I’m not going to do that.”

“Please.” He groaned, teeth still clinched, the foreign word feeling strange on his lips.

For a moment, Lance actually considered complying. He’d never heard David say please, or even really admit to being in pain. He’d refused to go to the hospital for broken bones on more than one occasion.

“David. I have been waiting eight years for this. I won’t get another chance. I’m not stopping.” He said simply.

David let out a shaky breath and quickly sucked another in, “Eight years huh? You’re more patient than most.” At this point he was attempting conversation in the hopes that it would distract him from the pain.

“Why the hell do you think I’ve put up with you for so damn long? You’re not very easy to get along with.”

“Heh, I s’pose not… Fuck this hurts Lance…”

Lance bit his lip. Seeing David’s face screwed up in pain wasn’t the most attractive site.

“Lean back against the wall and open your legs wider; that might help. You can grip my jeans if you need to.”

David nodded as he slowly leaned backward until he felt the wall pressing against his back. He moved his legs and splayed them a little wider, no longer caring that he was completely exposing himself. He reached down and gripped the fabric of Lance’s jeans tightly, letting out slow steady breaths.

Lance looked over the amazing body in front of him. Though he was thin, David was incredibly fit due to all the exercise. It was almost an odd sight; seeing David looking so vulnerable.

The David he was currently buried inside was the same David who only a few months back took a bad spill off of a building a had to be forced to go to the hospital, refusing to cry the entire way and later finding out he compressed and cracked three vertebrae.

“Okay… Move a little.” David whispered. Lance gently rocked his hips forward, pulling a hiss from the smaller body.

“Need more time?”

“No. Keep going.”

Lance knew he was lying, but he didn’t care to call him on it at the moment. He rocked his hips back and forth slowly, gently gripping smooth hips to steady himself. He aimed for that special spot in the hopes that it would lessen the pain.

David suddenly gasped, “Right there! Hit there again…”

Lance aimed for the same spot and rolled his hips, drawing a loud moan out of David.

Taking this as a positive, Lance slowly pulled a few inches out and slid back in, drawing a whimper. He repeated this action several times, every few thrusts pulling out a little further.

Eventually he was sliding nearly all the way out and slowly going back in.

“You can go a little faster now.” David mumbled shakily. The speed slowly increased until Lance was moving in and out at a brisk pace.

He alternated between thrusting and rotating his hips, knowing full well that it would drive David mad.

David was grunting and groaning through clinched teeth at everything Lance did.

“It’s okay to make noise.” Lance commented, “Who doesn’t like a little racket in the sack?”

David whimpered, shaking his head.

“Is it a pride thing?”

David nodded. Lance gave a small laugh, “You know there’s no one here who will judge you.”

He paused, rolling his hips again. David let out a surprisingly loud moan and rolled his hips as well. Lance smirked, rotating his hips and relishing in the noises he forced from the other.

Soon enough, David was writhing, whimpering, panting, moaning and mewling over what Lance was doing to him. The dominant male reached between them and wrapped his hand around David’s hardened member, pumping as best he could in time with his thrusts.

“I’m really close… We have to come together, okay?” Lance grunted. David gave a quick nod as he moaned and his back began arching more.

Lance quickened the pace, not even bothering to aim anymore. David’s noises grew louder and quicker until he suddenly arched higher than before and moaned the dominant male’s name loudly, spilling his seed on their stomachs.

Lance didn’t make it much longer. The walls suddenly tightened and quickly threw him over the edge as well, filling David with his essence. He slowed his thrusts and his pumps, trying to draw out their shared moment of completion for as long as possible.

Eventually, they both came down off their high and fell limp against the wall.

“Oh fuck… That was good…” David mumbled.

“I told you… I’m amazing.”

David nodded in agreement.

Lance moved to pull out, but David stopped him, “No, stay inside… Can you image the look on someone’s face when they find us like this? As zombies? Fucking awesome.”

Lance let out a laugh. That was David for you.