Hell's Silencing: Forsaken Innocence

Flora hesitated, her whole body shifting in discomfort. Her right foreleg tensed up mid-air, and the hoof was a good foot away from the mirror.

Another melody hit her ears....and it sounded like bells. Then, ticking hands of a clock soon joined the fray. The other instruments were beyond her own description.

Why were the sad and haunting tunes violating her ears? Why did her hoof suddenly tell her so blatantly to fuck off? Why did her whole body defy her will?

"I don't like where this is going..." Onikiri chimed.

Nor do I.

A sharp pang of pain hit Flora in her midsection. Her paralysis broke and she immediately found herself recoiling into a wall. Something...warm began trickling down her hind legs. Flora turned her head around as far as it would go.

Yep. Where were clean rolls of toilet paper when you needed them?

MIRROR! MIRROR! MIIIIIRRRRORRRRR!

Flora's head snapped back to the mirror, and on the other side standing next to her reflection was...yet another stallion. This one was looking at her in...a sick way. A wide grin encompassed most of his muzzle and his eyes were merely the size of pinheads. His greying blond mane and dark brown pelt were disheveled and there were varying degrees of filth on him. He looked like a drunkard who hadn't bathed for quite a while.

"Fuck this!" Flora shouted to the stallion looking at her. His ears perked in surprise, and wings covered in dirty feathers spread. "Yeah, YOU! As long as you're on the other half of this here room, I ain't using the damn mirror! Capiche?"

The stallion cocked his head to the side, that freaky smile unmoving. The wings flared out even wider now, and all he did was laugh. Flora could see blood on his otherwise-yellow-black teeth.

"I really don't like where this is going." Onikiri pouted.

I 'ave the feelin' a pervert's gonna die.

The stallion reached a hoof up to the mirror...and he emerged into the bathroom as the mirror's form danced around him like he was emerging from a pool. His body convulsed in freaky movements, but the static wasn't there to indicate another foe. Now, the brown hooves were on the sink and the wing-joints were just starting to emerge from the other side.

Flora found herself screaming an octave higher than a little girl. The stallion flipped over onto his backside and flailed for a bit before turning right-side up. He looked at her, that ravished grin unwavering still. Those wings spread straight out and stayed that way.

"I haven't seen such a good catch in a loong time," The stallion chuckled drunkenly, "Now, just get away from that wall over there and become my bitch."

Flora somehow knew full well what this bad pony meant, but she couldn't comprehend a single word of his at the same time. "C-Can't you see I-I'm too young for you? W-Why not get a m-mare your own age?!" She cried, her voice shaking in fright.

"Big girls aren't my thing." Chuckled the stallion, a hoof now on Flora's shoulder, "C'mon, don't you wanna be a mother?"

"YOU PERVERT! GET AWAY FROM HER!" Called a female voice as the stallion shrieked in pain and found his hoof impaled on a cracked horn. The owner of that horn wore a familiar blue kimono and she was practically infuriated. A blueish aura highlighted in blood crimson held the stallion in place as the horn was removed from the hoof and quickly jammed into his windpipe. The horn was removed once more and so was the aura, and the stallion fell limp before Flora's hooves. A glassed look overcame his once-brown eyes, indicating he was now literally dead to the world.

Flora found herself being hugged by a pair of forelegs that were now stained in blood. "Did he hurt you?!" Tsuyu asked, worryingly.

"No, but he was going to." Flora replied, her voice muffled thanks to the fact her muzzle was practically shoved into Tsuyu's chest.

The elder unicorn let the younger go. "I keep getting carried away!"

"Hormones." Flora jeered as she punched the corpse of the pervert.

"Well, at least this bastard's taken care of, so to speak." Tsuyu grinned.

"I know." Flora smiled before it became a frown.

"What's wrong?" Tsuyu asked.

"C-Could you give me more information about...." Flora lost words. A blush formed on her face. She pried the book from the rest of her luggage using telekinesis, turned to the page that had a picture of Ai Enma on it, and showed that page to Tsuyu.

Tsuyu's eyes shrunk. "How in the name of all things Lucifer stands for did you get that book?!"

"F-Found it....p-padded room....s-she k-kissed me." Flora sputtered out, her throat now dry. That melody with the bells returned.

Tsuyu's jaw dropped wide open. "Y-You were.... SHE KISSED YOU?!"

"O-On l-lips...." Flora shakily nodded.

Tsuyu regained her composure and sighed. "That means she'll protect you, if you let her." She then noticed Flora's shaking lips. She put the book along with the rest of the younger mare's luggage and gave her a bucket.

"Fill it with water and takes some looooong drinks from that water. Trust me, you need it." Tsuyu sighed before she bounded off into the darkness beyond the bathroom again.

Flora smiled, her body now calm enough to follow direct orders for once. She trotted towards the mirror but stopped so she could kick the corpse between his hind legs. Serves the bastard right for whatever he was going to pull!

Now with a clear conscious, she approached the mirror and raised her right hoof again and touched the center of the mirror. The world shook rapidly before the sides of the world swapped places.

And here she was, in the clean men's restroom. There was a clean roll of toilet paper on the sink, which she immediately put to use. And on the wall behind her was the same stallion, now crucified to the wall with the words 'Nina, 42' written in blood below his right foreleg.