Fluttercited

       "It is a beautiful night" I said thinking out loud in my normal, perky voice. Snow had been glistening across the sky, the wind had been howling, but I wasn't scared. I had always loved the snow, it was like falling silver. Mother and I were laying down with each other, all seemed wonderful, but nothing, would turn out even close to decent.

       Two stallions had broken down the door that night, one dark red, the other fiery orange. They came charging through the house, the very light in the room seemed to dim down. They threw us into the corner and threatened us. Mother screamed for help but it came to late, infact, it never did come.

        Father had yelped when the dark red one pinned him to the ground slicing his wings while the other rummaged through all of our belongings. The sides of my father were bleeding uncontrollably but that wasn't enough for the evil that had entered the house. Cries that had exited my father's mouth that night, have tortured me ever since.

        Father glanced at me in such a hurt way like his very soul was dying. This heartless killer followed his gaze with a twisted expression, "I'm gonna kill you. Kill you slowly in front of your girl, Glow." My mother tightly put her front hooves over my eyes and used the leg part around my ears. There were muffled voices but one clearly shouted, "Dragon! Separate them!"

        The orange one pulled my mother away from me, and with solemn eyes said, "Sorry" He spoke in a whisper just loud enough for me, and only me to hear.

        "Watch kid, it'll be the last time you'll see your father in a long time." His eyes were full of glee when he turned to father just to say, "Or maybe, not so long."

        "You leave my Flutter's alone!"

        "Flutter is it?" he said turning back on me with a sneer on his face, as though expecting me to cower.

        I stood up proudly and defensively "My name is Fluttercited!" (Fluttershy + excited) "I am not scared of you!"

        He just looked at me and used one of his hooves to knock me over. "We'll see" Turning to my father who was still struggling to break free. He began to slowly slit my fathers cheeks upward with a carving knife from mother's pampered pony (Pampered Chef) knives. Bringing the knife up to his mane and cut the maroon locks of hair off. Right after finishing what he wanted to with father's mane, he began slashing my father's under stomach. It was only as deep as a paper cuts but still caused both blood and pain.

        "Leave him alone!" I ran to charge but the orange one blocked my path with his front left leg. HE had looked at me when he did this but I didn't even bother to look. Father's blood was flowing towards my hooves, I still have traces of it in them. I looked at my mother, she, was preparing to charge. Mother had never looked so filled with hatred, my heart was filling with fear. I will not show it.

        She charged, but it did no good. She had scared this pony that his own reflexes took over and killed my mother with one blow. "Aw..." I hoped that he would just leave due to the murder he just committed, boy was I wrong, "I wanted to play with her." he whined. My fear started building up but I did not show it, I was going to be a Storkbolt (see Lost (MLP))and Storkbolts don't get scared.

        "Dad I want to leave!" Wait dad? Could it be that this orange stallion was here against his will?

        "Not yet Dragon! We got two more." My father looked at mother's crippled and lifeless body that had been once filled with laughter and joy. He leaped up taking a stand against him. Father's eyes were filled with flames, he though, like mother, was killed due to the reflexes of this evil being. "Now on to you."