Bone and Steel Rewrite (Temporary Placement Until the Rewrite is Done)

CHAPTER THREE

Twilight looked back on herself and screamed. She began to hyperventilate, becoming light-headed.

“What’s happening?!” she said, falling onto the ground and putting her hooves over her head. “Why?!”

Spike stood in shock, unsure of how to comfort her. He watched as she shook, her cries filling the silent air.

“Should we get everypony else?” Spike asked.

“I don’t know,” Twilight replied, looking up at the wall. “I don’t want them to see me like this. I may just make them get too worried over something. What if they can’t fix it? Then they’ll keep worrying and worrying and worrying!”

She got up and stomped her hoof.

“I want this to stop!” she yelled, her voice cracking. “All of this crap!”

There was a moment of silence as Twilight began walking to her bedroom.

“Twilight!’ Spike called out, running to her.

“I don’t care!” she yelled, pushing him away. “I don’t care what happens! Stupid metal can grow out of me all it wants! I DON’T CARE!”

Spike opened his mouth but kept silent as Twilight left. He let her go, then stood.

“That wasn’t like her at all...” he said to himself, going to the kitchen.

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Twilight pressed on the rods, feeling only little twinges of pain as she did. She remembered yelling at Spike, and she felt the urge to apologize.

“What came over me?” she whispered, pulling at the wires on the rod and feeling it ripple under her skin. She shivered and dropped them. “Weird.”

She had lost all interest in panic now. Something was wrong, but now panic was not necessary. It was more important to figure out what was happening. She heard a small sound as her door was opened, and she turned to see Spike enter with a tray with two glasses. He was staring at her with surprised sadness.

“Twilight, you’re all sparkly,” he told her, setting down the drinks, coming closer in a dreamy trance. “Like a gem...”

She looked at herself, and light reflected into her face from thousands of metal flecks in her fur. Turning, it reflected tiny waves across the room and all the books. She grabbed at one of them and yanked it out.

It was followed by a slow dull pain and a trickle of blood. Twilight dropped the flake and saw that the end that had blood was sharpened to a point.

Spike continued to get closer, drool coming from his mouth. His eyes were wide in awe.

“Gems,” he muttered, only an inch from a large metal bit on Twilight. She pushed him away.

“Spike!” she said, snapping him from his trance with a snap.

“Oh, sorry!” he said with a blush, wiping the drool from his face. “You looked like a gem, and well...”

“Its ok,” she said, looking again at the metal from her body. “You couldn’t control it.”

“What about the things in your back?” the dragon asked, tapping the rods.

“They’re a part of me,” Twilight said. “I just don’t know how. The wires lead into me, but how far in is beyond me. It could go all the way up and down my spine. I don’t want to test and find out, though.”

Spike moved one of the wires, and he watched it move beneath her fur, “That’s weird. Really gross.”

“Don’t do it,” Twilight said, taking his hand off. “It feels strange.”

Spike still stared at it, moving around her back, looking at everything on the rods. He noticed the rods were also covered in the metal fibers, glinting just barely brighter than the rods themselves.

“Why do the metal pieces not have blood coming from them?” he asked, flicking one up. “Are they fitted perfectly like that?”

“Obviously, or I’d be bleeding out of every point of my body,” Twilight said. “I don’t think that’s a very important question compared to the rods. Are they supposed to be like wings?”

Spike shrugged, “Could be. Looks like it.”

“Why are they only rods? Are they just half complete?”

Spike went back over to the tray with drinks and brought it over He handed Twilight one of the glasses. She drank from it and sighed contentedly.

“I’m so confused,” she said, tapping her hoof on the ground.

“I’d be surprised if you weren’t,” Spike replied, sipping slowly at his drink.