Foxfire's Tail (extended)

I woke up again, pain still present in my hind quarters. I woke up sobbing. But I wasn't bleeding. Well, I was, but it wasn't because of the drill. Did I heal? Was it a bad dream? I shook my head, which was unchained this time. I lay in....a stone bed? I was wet and cold, seeing many cuts on my forelegs. I wasn't chained by my upper body for some reason. I shook my head again as I heard...crying. It wasn't my own, that was for sure. I didn't know whose it was, and I was pretty sure I had no intention of knowing at that time. How long was I out cold?

"Someone's awake after eleven fucking months!" Hissed that demon again. A horrid grin formed on his muzzle, yellow teeth glinting in the light. It was as if he were mocking me again.

I raised my head, shaking off my tears and looking at him slack-jawed. ELEVEN. BUCKING. MONTHS?? There was no way I was out for eleven months!

I jumped out of the bed snarling at him, hooves raised and ready to strike. I was stopped short by shackles on my hind legs as I kept snapping at the fiend who was just out of arms' reach. I was shouting words I never said before--things like 'fuck' and 'shit,' to name quite a few. I found myself flying back onto the bed after my face hit a wall all because I got punched. I did not scream in pain because, compared to the drill, this was a foal in a sandbox.

"You served your purpose. And now, your time is at an end." The fiend hissed as he suddenly started beating me. The more his hooves connected with my body, the more pain shook my being, the harder the punches. Soon, my bones started breaking. Right when he was going to finish me off, he stopped abruptly. I looked up at him, and saw his eyes going wide as dinner plates. "Y-You....!" He started, only to fall on his rump.

My flesh was burning as a cyan glow appeared on the walls. I looked at my hoof in shock as cyan fire started flickering around it. My forelegs were becoming grey as long, black fur began growing over the grey. The fire engulfed me, eating away at the chains and, very soon, the whole house. I felt the pain escape my body as I fled straight out the front door and into the Everfree forest. Trees passed by me as though I were about to go past the speed of light. So much had happened during my coma...so much that at the time I didn't understand. Why had he said I served my purpose? I did understand what he meant when he said my time was at an end. Maybe, I was awake during those eleven months, but if so, then why didn't I remember it from the get-go? Mind control? Drugs? I only knew I had to run away as fast as I could. I heard nothing other than my gallop and his cursing. I needed to tell somepony. Anypony. But...who'd believe me then? Would I even be treated equally? Or flat-out mocked once more?

The cursing had died down, fading away into the darkness of the forest as I galloped into a beeline. Where was I going? Home? Canterlot? Manehatten? I wish I knew. I just kept running, half of all my hoofsteps was the time that my hooves did not even touch the ground. Eventually, I came to a grinding halt in front of a pond, the blue moon hanging high in the clearing. The softer shades of the dark world presented themselves to me as I knelt down for a drink of water. I drank what must have been a gallon before I even took notice of my reflection. I had a six-segment horn, the first four sections grey and the remaining two black. The black fuzz almost covered my grey hooves entirely like a set of snowshoes. I had a grey underside, starting from the tip of my muzzle and most likely ending on my underbelly somewhere. I had a monotone mane now, and though the moonlight did not reflect well off of said mane, it was a deep, dark scarlet brown. The same was said for the coat color on top of the grey--a blood crimson. My eyes were glowing a faint dark-grey blue, and I heaved in shock as I suddenly tried to remove my new horn. I impaled it in the ground, stabbed trees and rocks, do whatever I needed to do to make myself back to the way I was. No avail.

Failure. Failure. FAILURE.

That one word rang in my head as I slammed my whole body into a rock. I kept slamming myself in frustration, hearing and feeling something on my sides break. The objects fell limply, and in the moonlight they were like the rest of my body. Grey and black feathers. I realized I broke my new wings.

I slumped to the ground crying, holding my head in my hooves. I curled up crying as my ears fell flat. I hurt worse now as emotional and physical pains intermingled in such a way it was unbearable. The tears streamed down my face as if a dam had broke and all the water within was released. There was no stopping them--or the liquid still pouring out of my hind quarters for that matter. It hurts really bad, I can't take this anymore. Why can't I just die?! Where will I go? Who will take me in? Who's gonna help me smile just one more time??

Mom. Dad. Sister. Somepony. Anypony.

Help me please. I don't wanna have to sleep in this hell. I wanna go home. I just wanna go home...