Thrown into the darkness

Few days have passed, Crimson been moved in secret to Twilight library’s underground laboratory. The place been setup properly, with bed, blood supply, as well fully soundproof and powerful wards. The young bat pony was happy, considering how things went down so far. Safety and she was almost back to full health. Sure she felt some what bored at points but that got fixed as well by Twilight provide books for her to read and the gramophone that Rarity provide with music of her friends and some others. She was impressed of her friends success in life, and she did envy them a bit, but truly happy for them. She hope deep down in her hearth that at some point she could meet them, be it for a short time and hidden.

But more, she did yarn to be fully free, free to go anywhere with out the worry being chased, hunted for what she is now. For the time being she kept her mind occupied with studies, refresh all her knowledge from before at astonishing speeds as well expand her horizons in other sciences, no longer blind.

She got up on and stretch out her hooves, her back and she proceed to stretch her wings, that was gone. She bitterly kick the dust wincing, anger bubble in her, but keep her cool mostly, and slowly calm down.

“You though you can take everything... just like Black Blood have.. all of them are monsters..”

She return to her table and continue her work on blue prints. She been working a few hours now on an impressive design, mechanical wings. It was a difficult endeavour, but she knew if she can make it work, it wouldn't just help her on the long run, but others as well who lost there wings. She intend this as a gift for pony kind to try make up for the blood shred she been forced to commit in the past while controlled by Black Blood. Suddenly the world erupt in white light. Crimson force her eyes shut and tear up from the burning pain.

“Hello Crimson, how are you..” Twilight stop, then she realised, teleporting might not been the best of ideas, she sat on her hunches and rub her head. “Uh... sorry.” She gave a sheepish smile I keep forgetting how sensitive your eyes are.

The bat pony sit down and sigh, each time the princes teleport, it was like a flash bang go of in the not so big room.

“It's alright Twilight.”

“Actually I just got something for you to help with that.”

“oh.”

She turn around the world still a bit blurry, the lavender mare levitated a box into her hooves. She open the box with care, bit baffled what could be, but was surprised. It was a special shade, one that reminded her to Vinyl's.

“Pinky suggested this one, this is the newest shades and have infused magic, you can change how much light it let through.”

Crimson was about to protest she got far more already then what she deserves but was interrupted by Twilight.

“Not a word, it is yours, you need it.”

“But..” She look up, into the lavender orbs of the other mare “I can't go outside.”

Twilight smile turn into a frown for a moment. “That.. might be true, for now that is. But nothing is set in stone, and might never know when you need it. Also I enchanted so it doesn't brake, well you need some serious force to brake it.” She rest her hoof on her shoulder. “Go on, try it.” Twilight suddenly found her self in a bone cracking hug that rivalled pinkies, despite Crimson being gentile, her strength was something to behold. Twilight force a smile, then a moment later spoke up. “Need to breath.”

Crimson let Twilight go and it was her turn to give a sheepish smile. “Uppss” They laugh then the bat mare tried on the shade, it fit her perfectly. Once she had it on, Twilight turn up the light in the laboratory, Crimson close her eyes in reflex, but open them, she saw the world in red now, the magic in the shade doing it's wonders filter the strong light and paint the scenery red. “Whoaaa.. this is amazing!”

The princes gave a genuine smile in return, but now that the room been illuminated she noticed Crimson work on the table, and she been quickly amazed what she saw. They quickly sat down and go over the blueprints together, with Twilight being the element of Magic, and Crimson engineering skills they managed to come up with solutions to many issues, such as the lightweight but durable, flexible frame and blades of the wing. Though the part where the wings would be implanted disturbed Twilight quite much. Crimson agreed it have the risks, but if done right she could fly again, perhaps as good as she could before, or better.

It's been another mundane day for Octavia, she got up early, do her morning trot and warm up. Got home, made breakfast then once finished with it began her daily rephrase with her trusted cello. She been getting ready for a concert in a few days, but she got tired to practice the same melody all over and over. It was midday and her stomach rumble in a true unladylike fashion.

“Oh dear, I suppose it's time for lunch.”

She packed up her cello, and with it on her back went out to the nearby park where her favourite restaurant stood. It was a warm sunny day with a mild wind, just the way the esteem musician like it. On her way many pony wave or gave her a respectful bow. She love this part of Canterlot, residents here been more modest and down to earth here then at the centre where most nobel live. They did, as well great her, and regard her talent among the highest, but it never felt real to Octavia, and it wasn't far from truth either. Most nobeles, with a few exception, was only for the class and wealth, and not intend to get involve with anypony for there true selves, only and only for more wealth, power and fame.

The sun shine through the canopy of the trees all along the avenue. The park came into view and on the corner stood a small but prestige restaurant she frequent ever since move to her current house. Once she arrived the waiter just nod and lead the grey mare to her favourite spot on the balcony, a table near the rail, overlooking the park scenery. Octavia with practised ease rest her heavy cello on the side behind her and took a sit. The waiter pony return with a note and quill.

“Miss Octavia, would you like the usual?”

“Oh Silver Ware, just call me Octavia, and yes please, could I have a large platen for today though, I'm afraid I got some appetite after my morning practise today.”

“Certainly Miss.”

The waiter bow respectfully. Octavia shook her head side to side with a smile 'Some things just don't change around here'. She turn around to do her daily pony watch from the balcony. Small foals run across the park, playfully chase one another while there mothers follow them not far behind talking. Not to far a pegasie been doing her warm ups. She knew her by name, an brash athlete, named Lightning Dust. Her attitude was horrible towards others, but her sheer determination to improve her self was astonishing on it's own, and her moves even so. Then she took off in a flash, leave behind her trade mark trail. She flew high and away, that meant it was one of her endurance run and she won't be back for hours. Moments later the waiter return with her favourite. Salad with phrench omelet and toast, glass of red whine on the side.

Once Octavia finish with her meal she thank the waiter and she gone out to the park. She comfortably trot up to a small rise, right under an ancient, huge oak tree. Once there she took a deep breath, enjoy the fresh air, the mild wind, warm sun rays, and the melody of the leafs. Set got out her cello and began play a daring melody, full of life, one she been planning to play with Vinyl once they can catch up. All other instruments play out in her mind as she pull the string. With a swift move swing her head, main flown out of the way as she was became one with the music. Opposite of popular belief Octavia loved to experiment, but she strictly go with stringed instruments, even if this song meant to be played by a violin, did not phase her at all.

Once the song finished she drink some refreshment, when a very cold breeze hit her. She shivered, it was freezing, and surprisingly frightening. She blink then calm her self, and lock her in thoughts, 'that was certainly disturbing, guess time to play an uplifting tune' and so she start her next melody. The song quickly renew her spirits and she though it's just silly to get scared from a cold breeze.

The cellist play for hours on her cello, make all ponies nearby stop and listen to her music so long they had time. It was an regular occurrence in this park that the famous mare gave free concert to every one while practising.

Once the sun fall under the horizon, the air become cold quick, she pack up and began trot back home. The moon began rise higher on the night sky, each star twinkle like billion small dimond. But soon storm clouds appear, cover the land in pitch blackness. It even felt somewhat unrealistic for Octavia how dark it was, and what a sharp contrast was between the darkness of the night and the beacons of light of the street lamps, like small islands in orderly lines along the avenue.

Octavia walk up to her door and look for her house keys, she got frustrated, for some reason she could not find her keys.

“Blasted keys! Where are they!”

She was about to throw a tantrum due her stupidity, how could she, of all mares, lose something such as her own house keys when she finally found it. She heard hoof steps behind her, and with in the dark. She turn around to see who it could be, when she did her eye lock with pitch blackness, blackness of a hooded stallion towering above her. The cellist stare at the figure before her, frightened, her grey coat became lighter, and could not give any sound, this last for a minute when finally she gathered her self enough to address the shady figure. She open her mouth when a sudden, sharp, burning pain hit her throat, and no voice came out of her mouth, she blink, as the pain fully register and felt something hot race down on her neck, her pupils shrunk and began shiver in total terror, the stallion turn around and teleport away in a bright flash.

Octavia began feel dizzy and she began realise what just happened, and that she may not have much time left, she began race across the street to bang on the door franticly, fighting to stay. She felt her heart pump, she been gasping for air and coughing blood. With tears and blood find way to the ground. Weaker and more detached from the world, desperately fighting to stay awake, to not die. Suddenly the door open and a scream echo trough the street, but all this been muffled to her, her legs already give out and drift away into the darkness, the last thing she remember was bright flash.

Crimson sat quietly in the library, listening to her friend music when she felt something disturbing for a moment, a flash of pain on her neck and so did the music stop, the vinyl disk some how broken on the gramophone. She felt suddenly very uneasy and trembling from fear, and she didn't know how to take this sudden sensation, but as fast came, as fast was gone, leave confusion in it's wake.

Author's Note

Newest chapter. You know when blood is spilled, a whole ocean of it will follow.