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Chapter 11
"I'm going to kill Trixie, of course. It's the only way to be sure," I said. I tried
to soften the blow with a smile, but that just seemed to shock Twilight more.
I turned away from her again, hurrying down the grim stone passage. I had
an unpleasant job to do, and waiting wouldn't make it any easier.
I don't know why I told her that, though. It would have been so much
simpler just to stay quiet and take care of it. It's easier to seek forgiveness,
etc. On the other hand, I'd never shown any talent for staying quiet before. I
considered the question for a moment, but then shoved it to the back of my
mind in favor of more pressing matters. The chief problem being how I
would go about killing Trixie.
Thoughts of Trixie made my anger return, and I wrapped myself in it. This
fury might be recent, but it was as comfortable and familiar as a well-worn
coat. My anger and I were old friends. My revolver was the obvious answer:
quick, relatively clean, and certain. But there was a slight hitch in that plan;
I still wasn't sure if my gun would work here. Certain places regard the laws
of physics as only loose guidelines, and Pinkie alone was enough evidence
that Equestria was one of them. If it failed, I would have to get creative. I
could always throw Trixie out the window; that was quick and simple. We
were probably high up enough for the fall to be fatal, but finding the body to
make sure would be a pain in the ass. And I had to be sure Trixie had
bought it. I wouldn't let her escape to harm anyone ever again.
A small voice in the back of my mind suggested I simply torch her, but the
thought nearly made me gag in disgust. Magic is the creative power of life
itself; it comes from the hopes, fears, loves and pains of living beings.
Using it to execute anyone is the act of a madman. Supernatural monsters
like demons and vampires were one thing, but killing a human – or a pony,
I supposed – with magic was just… perverse. To end a life with the force of
life itself meant corrupting its very purpose. I couldn't believe I'd even
considered it.
Maybe… I was wrong.
Maybe I should just let the ponies handle it.