Lies are Better than the Truth

They dragged the yellow pegasus through the dim stone hallway. They held her by her back legs, while she pathetically Tried to grab onto the smooth floor. Behind them they left a path of blood, and were afraid that the pegasus would bleed out before they got her to the boss.

He and his partner had worked here for 3 years, they were in a bad spot and had nowhere to go. The boss took them in, and had protected them from the dangers and suffering outside. After a while though, they found it impossible to leave the building, and the Boss put they to work. They were kind of like the mail ponies, they delivered the test subjects to different areas of the building, and were told to use force if necessary.

His partner turned around to look at the bloody screaming pegasus, he shuddered, but managing to control himself and gestured to stop. My partner was a brown pony with slick, dark brown hair, he had been my friend for longer than I could ever remember. We kind of have a mental connection, the kind were you don't have to even talk to know what the other was thinking, which was good because I prefer not to talk, even around my family and relatives.

"Stop screaming," he warned the sobbing pony.

The pegasus continued to cry, and my partner gave a long sigh. I looked away as he lifted his hoof and brought it down upon the ponies leg. The first time his hoof lowered onto the yellow leg it gave a loud thud, but after a while the sound of snapping bone grew louder. I looked back at the pony, she was silent, must likely in shock, as she stared at her snapped leg. I felt like puking as I stared at the blood covered bone that stuck out of the yellow mares leg. I turned my head and looked down at the ground, I swallowed the vomit that slowly crawled up my mouth. I looked at my partner, a tear ran down his dirty cheek, and I swiftly moved my head as to gesture to keep moving.

We made our way down the hall, dragging the shivering pony behind us. We turned a corner down an identical looking hall. For the first few weeks of working here, it was basically remembering hallways and doors, and trust me when I say we got lost more times than a filly stranded at sea. The shivers of the bloodied pegasus ran up my arm, making it even more difficult as it was to hold her slick and bloody leg. My partner was probably thinking the same thing, which didn't come as a shock to me when he said.

"Stop shaking you filthy animal!" He yelled, "If you don't stop, I'll break your other leg!"

The pegasus stopped cold. Maybe I should stop calling her pegasus, I had known her before. She had known me as well, even if I didn't talk much. Anyway, Fluttershy stopped cold, her eyes opened wide. She shook her head as to say no please don't! My partner turned his head to start walking. She walked a few steps, then turned around to face me.

"Come on, we gotta get her to the boss," He said.

"No, this is wrong Filthy, I mean Rich." I took a second to catch me breath, "I can't do this anymore, I'll go insane if I keep this up,"

Filthy Rich stood there, unable to speak. After a few seconds he gave a sigh.

"I know, this is wrong of us. But what else can we do? HE wont let us leave," A tear trickled down his face, "But I have to do this, he has my daughter, and he'll kill her if I don't listen," He closed his eyes, "Do you even know what it's like to have your family imprisoned? Well, do you? This isn't a game Macintosh, this is life or death, and only I can stop it from happening,"

"Rich," I began, "I'm sorry for your child, but would you really rather see her suffer?"

"Of course not," he shouted, "Do you think i wanted this? I, I just, don't know anymore," Filthy slumped to the ground.

We both stood there, not knowing what to say, or do. The sound of Fluttershy's whimpers keeping us from forgetting the task ahead of us.

"Come on, we have a job to do." I said picking up a leg.

We continued to drag Fluttershy until we reach a large door. We knocked, and the large doors opened. We dragged her to a large panel, where we began strapping her down. She began to beg us to let her go.

"Please! I'll do anything! I don't want to die!" She began sobbing, "Please Big Macintosh! Please!" she reached out her unrestrained arm, I noticed it and strapped it down.

After we had finish, we began to walk away, but before we could reach the door a voice for the inter-calm echoed throughout the room.

"Actually," It began "You two should stay," The doors in front of us slammed shut, "I need you two to see what happens to ponies who don't follow the rules.

We stepped back, as a loud buzzer echoed through the room. Fluttershy began to scream, desperately trying to slash free of the bonds. A large spike slowly came out of the wall, and crept toward her. Her eyes opened wide, with the spike only a few inches away she called out.

"Please! Big Macintosh! I'll do anyth-"

She stopped as the spike touched her flesh, It dug into her, opening the skin and released a large amount of blood. She began screaming, the metal glistening with blood. As the spike impaled her large amounts of blood and bits of shattered bone gushed forth from the ever growing hole in the pegesus's chest. Pretty soon though, Fluttershy stopped screaming and lay lifeless on the cold blood-stained metal. The spike must have gone through her heart, or she fainted from the excessive blood loss.

Seeing her dead made something click inside my head, at this point I'm not sure if it was bad or good, but all I know is - I want to see more, and I want everypony to suffer...