Hell's Silencing: Forsaken Innocence

Flora kept flying, her wings flapping with as much grace as that of an angel. She ignored the Jesters laughing at her as she ascended rapidly into the sky above the town. The Jesters began flying in pursuit, their wings flapping with the grace of a fruit bat on a meat diet. They were gaining ground and Flora closed her eyes, letting the air caress her holey mane and legs as she ascended still.

The Jesters had gotten closer. The leading Jester, who had yellow ears instead of red, began to cackle solely in sadistic triumph as it spread its bladed forelegs wide to prepare for slicing and dicing. It opened its mouth and licked its hungry lips in anticipation.

Suddenly, Flora heard another sound.

It was that damned siren. So distant, but apparently loud enough to carry through the entire place.

She opened her eyes, turned a solid one-eighty and shot towards the town like a meteor. That siren, scarce as it was, didn't mean anything good, and any visitor to the town learned this the hard way. She was outside and now feared the vortex in that.....Otherworld. Why was it there? What purpose did it serve? The town didn't answer; it never did. It made people--or, rather, people-turned-ponies in this case--find those answers on their own with the chance of death being ever so present (just to be a flaming dickwad, according to Flora.)

She saw the world changing drastically below her. Even the Jesters began morphing into those legless things with such haste they didn't have time to scream. Buildings began coming up and up--ripping chunks of that metal grating and dragging them with in the process--as if being sucked into a black hole, and they were obstacles in Flora's way. She dodged flying debris and found it harder to escape the thing that was sucking in those buildings: that swirling vortex. She turned around and saw its eye.....its eye......was gold. It had a sinister face and it grinned evilly.

"You can't escape me."

She turned around, finding its whatever-it-was that kept pulling her in harder and harder to get out of. She felt like screaming, but she knew it would drain her energy quicker.

A dark-and-purple aura encased the mare and yanked her towards the town with enough force to knock her out. She plummeted down to the ground and the side of her head collided with the side of the helmet of the Pyramid Head she fled from earlier....and both fell down.

It took some time to be fully awake, and Flora kept slipping in and out of consciousness. Just when she was about to wake up, before slipping out again, she heard a voice and could not understand what it was saying. It might've been Onikiri or her supposed brother; hell, it might've been a Pyramid Head for all she knew.

By the time she fully woke up, she was in a room with a bed in it. It had just that bed, and she happened to be laying on it. In the room standing next to her was a stallion with a short black mane, and his horn horn had mushrooms growing out of its crevices. She didn't see his cutie mark then, but it was a yellow straw doll with a red thread on its neck.

"Who.....are you...?" Flora groaned, blinking because her vision was blurred and had splotches of color.

"Who, me?" Asked the stallion, his voice sounding more childlike than teenager-like.

"Yes...." Flora answered, holding the side of her head with a holey hoof.

The stallion blinked a few times. "Yamawaro." He said with a sigh.

Flora tried moving, only to find something holding her hind legs down. She craned her head. It was the same Pyramid Head who gave her his spear.

"Don't move. You were pretty roughed up by that landing. I had to go down into the damn sewers to get you." Yamawaro said, a medical kit levitating next to him.

Flora suddenly felt pangs of pain in her hind quarters and she had to muffle a scream.

"I got a tip from my mistress about you. What the hell happened to you anyway?" Yamawaro asked with concern as he took out rubbing alcohol and a pint of hand sanitizer.

"I don't know...." Flora replied weakly as she had to silence another scream. The sanitizer was rubbed onto her wounds, and it stung so much that tears were coaxed out of her eyes. She felt cloth get wrapped around her hind legs.

"Tell me more about yourself." Yamawaro said as he tightened the wrappings a bit.

"I'm doubting myself. Was I lied to?" Flora asked, wiping the tears away with the pillow her head was conveniently placed on.

"Why say that?" Yamawaro asked, ears perked.

"I thought I was human. After all, I lived with a human family that I was born into, so by that logic, I shouldn't have wings, a horn, and holes like I was shot with an AK-47." Flora answered meekly.

Yamawaro blinked a few times and took a moment to think about it. "You're right about being born into a human family, but you have something they don't." He said.

"What is that?" Flora asked, ears perked. The Pyramid Head lifted a hand and began stroking her mane.

"It's a long story." Yamawaro said, softly.