Hunt and Be Hunted

I felt like nothing had changed at all; I was still strapped to the table.

The only difference is that I'm now covered in cuts that are sticky with blood; fresh blood.

Something was also blurring my vision; what it could be I didn't know.

A hoof wipes my face with a rag; she has a voice of velvet "you're going to be one of those ponies."

"One of those ponies?" I shivered seeing that the rag was now red.

"You bled from only two places during the test" -this pony was obviously sorrow filled- "the first one was your mouth and the second well…"

She went silent swallowing a lump in her throat "your eyes" she was staring at me as if trying to detach herself from the situation; I started to examine her.

She was a pegasus whit a pure white coat, she had some rust colored patches; probably blood, and her hair was two toned with black and red, I couldn't get a look at her eyes or cuttie mark however.

"They… you know… ruined him…" her head flipped up; her face was nothing but manic now and her eyes were the color of fresh blood "he had such pretty eyes! but that thing… that thing changed took their shine" she broke into a fit of manic laughter.

In that moment I started to panic; that voice of velvet was gone replaced; replaced by the sound of a synthesizer over her voice.

She was pacing now; her expression and voice were going back and froth from the velvet and the synthesized voice; I at least got a look at her cuttie mark; three music notes with tails below.

She was ranting to herself "he isn't like Note, only has pretty eyes" -she looked at me with sorrow in her eyes- "why do you have to have pretty eyes? it makes my bucking deal nearly impossible to hold" -her eyes and grin were manic now- "but my brother needs me to do this" -a light rips from her throat as if she were possessed- "you'll at least have the pretty eyes after."

I was to stunned to scream as she pulled out a knife from a table and held it in her hoof "what are-" I never got to finish my thoughts; she drives the knife right into my left hoof and starts to pace around, pressing different buttons and pulling a few levers.

Soon she is inserting different syringes and needles into my body; she puts a final one right above my heart "you have a soft coat just like Tone does" -the sorrow is back to her voice and eyes; I silently plea for it to stop- "he got away thankfully, he did so much for the two of us…" -she went manic again and went over to a glowing lever.

She was smiling at me manic, her hoof was twitching; sorrow returned to her voice "this might hurt a little bit…" the manic side returned "a lot in reality."

She pulled the lever and pain shot down my spine.

I wish I would black out but my adrenaline was to high.

I needed to scream but my jaw wouldn't open.