Switch

by RainbowDashian

Rating: teen
Tags: Sad, Applejack, Gore, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Pinkie Pie, Sex, Tragedy, Derpy Hooves
Length: 3352

Kailee is almost murdered. The psychological shock of this eventually drives her to murder, as well.

Kailee was abducted and almost killed. In the process, she lost the use of her back legs. What will she do now?

Teen for some bloody descriptions and hints at sleepytime fun.

Published 2012-03-06 23:04:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-03-08 01:10:39 UTC

Chapter 2

"Why, hello, my pretty." The stallion says, walking towards me.

I spit in his face. "What do you want?" I ask.

"I have a drink for you." He says. He holds up a bottle full of a pink liquid. "I wouldn't try anything feisty. Those chains on you are electrically charged. I can zap you whenever I want."

"I'm not going to drink that." I say.

"Oh really?" He says. He turns on the power. My hips arc skyward as electricity races through my body. When I open my mouth to scream, he shoves the bottle between my lips and shuts off the machine. As the liquid slides down my throat, my vision gets blurry and I can feel my sanity slipping away. "See?" He says. "I told you. You can't resist." He holds up a knife. "Want a haircut?"

"NO!" I scream, grabbing the pony next to me. It takes me a few seconds to realize where I am. I'm at home in bed, holding onto my husband, screaming. It was just a dream. And a recurring one, at that.

"Kailee, what's wrong?" James asks, looking into my eyes. "Was it the dream again?"

"Yes." I say. "It was." I often have a nightmare about the events of nine years ago, when I lost the use of my back legs. After James graduated from medical school a year ago, I married him. I am still unemployed, but he earns enough money as a doctor to keep us going.

The blood red streak in my hair still hasn't faded. If anything, it's become more prominent. My back legs are still useless, and I have to use a wheelchair. And I still don't have my cutie mark. I'm twenty three. According to the archives at the palace, the oldest known pony to get a cutie mark was twenty four. I'm about to break the record.

"How long did it last this time?" James asks.

"Longer." I answer. "Up to the point where he picked up the knife."

"This is bad." James worriedly says. "The psychologist said that if the dream continues to lengthen, you should see him."

"I know." I say dejectedly.

"Do you want me to take you?" He asks. "I could skip work today."

"No, I'll be fine." I say. I glance at the clock. "You're late anyway. You overslept again. Go, I'll get there myself."

"Okay." James says reluctantly. "But I'm coming directly home when I'm done with work."

"Okay, that's fine." I say. "I'll have the mailpony send a letter to the shrink. He can probably get me scheduled sometime this morning."

"Good." James says.

"Goodbye, you mean." I say, pushing him out of bed. "Go, you're late."

"Fine." James says, kissing me on the forehead. "I love you."

"I love you too." I say. When he leaves, I scoot over to the edge of the bed. I move my flank into my wheelchair, then pull my hind legs along with it. I propel myself over to the kitchen table, where the remains of a hurriedly eaten breakfast sit. I scoop them up and put them in the trash can. Then I write my letter.

Dear Doctor Timothy,

The recurring nightmare about me almost dying has lengthened. It has come to the point where, if it occurs a few more times, I will, in fact, die in the dream. You said to contact you if the dream lengthened anymore. Well, that's what I'm doing right now. Please schedule an appointment for me as soon as you can, today would be best.

Signed, Kailee

I fold the letter up and place it in an envelope. I rolled outside and caught the attention of Derpy. "Hey, Derpy?" I ask.

"Yeah?" The mare says, one eye looking at me, the other at the ground.

"Can you deliver this letter to Doctor Timothy?" I ask. "It's urgent. I'll tip you an extra five bits if you send it to him right away."

"You got it, Kailee!" Derpy says, clumsily taking the letter and flying off. I reenter my house, and go to my drawing board. Without a job, I spend most of the time drawing things. I've had an unfinished drawing for four years now. It's a self-portrait of me. It's missing both a cutie mark and my back legs. I brush it off of the board, too sad to look at it.

I take a piece of paper and a pencil off of the board, and then go to Sweet Apple Acres, leaving a note at my door for Derpy. It reads: Gone to Applejack's, be back soon. I arrive at the orchard in a few minutes, and sit down on a bench to draw the apple trees. After about ten minutes, I hear a voice beside me. "Beautiful trees, aren't they?"

I jump and look to my left. An orange mare is sitting beside me, gazing at the orchard. "Oh, I'm sorry, Applejack." I say, collecting my things. "I'll just go."

"Whoa, there, nelly." She says, stopping me. "What do you have to be sorry about?"

"I'm trespassing on your property." I say.

"No you're not!" Applejack says, stunned. "Anypony is welcome at Sweet Apple Acres, anytime. So long as they don't steal any apples. In fact, that drawing you're making is looking mighty fine. I might just buy it from you once you're done."

"Really?" I ask, elated. No one's ever bought any of my drawing before.

"Yep." Applejack answers. "But the harvest's been a bit rough this year, so the most I'd pay is five bits, deal?"

"Deal!" I say, shaking her hoof.

"I've got to get back to applebucking." She says. "See you soon!"

"Goodbye!" I say. She leaves.

I'm halfway done when Derpy appears in front of me. "I've got your mail!" She says.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Derpy, I left my bits at home." I say. "Can I pay you back tomorrow?"

"Sure thing, Kailee." She says. "Bye!" She flies off, hitting the barn on her way. I open the letter. It's hastily written and almost illegible. It reads:

Dear Kailee,

The contents of your letter scare me. This is urgent. Get to my office as soon as you can. It's a matter of life and death.

Signed, Doctor Timothy

I shove my unfinished drawing into the pouch on my wheelchair and rush to his office. When I open the door, he's waiting for me. "Kailee, you're here." He says, wheeling me in to his private room.

"What's wrong?" I ask, climbing onto his couch.

"Many things." He answers. "When a pony dies in a dream, chances are pretty slim that they'll die in real life. However, if a pony almost dies in a real life experience, chances are that their brain will construct a version with a much - darker ending."

"How dark?" I ask.

"The encounter with death will have an alternate ending." Doctor Timothy says. "In which the pony dies. If the pony has a dream of this version, they will most likely have a heart attack and die."

"What?" I ask worriedly.

"We're not sure whether the dream you're having is the constructed one." He says. "But if it is, we need to get it to stop."

"But how?" I ask.

"You have to be sure that its occurrence is impossible." He says. "However, that's going to be a bit hard."

"How?" I ask.

"In other cases, it was simpler." He explains. "One pony had an encounter with falling off of a cliff, so we built a fence. Done. Another pony almost drowned, so we taught him how to swim. Easy. But in your case, you were almost murdered. The only way that you could discontinue this dream is if you were sure that he couldn't kill you anymore."

"Can't the police just throw him in jail?"

"Ponies can break out of jail. A similar case a few years ago proved that, despite somepony's incarceration, the one who was almost killed will still see themselves as vulnerable. He has to die, or else you won't live."

"Well if he's caught, he'll be tried for attempted murder, right? And the penalty for that is death. So we just need to catch him."

"It's not that simple."

"How?"

"Well, we've been looking for him ever since he claimed his first victim twelve years ago. However, he covers his tracks well. We won't be able to find him anytime soon, that's for sure."

"What do I do?"

"Here, I'll prescribe some medicine used for things like this. It keeps you from dreaming. If you have any abnormal sleep patterns, contact me."

"Okay, you got it."

"Now, go home. I'll talk to the police and start a fresh search for your attempted murderer."

"Thanks."

"Farewell."

"Goodbye." I wheel myself home. I gather up my bits and go to the general store.

"Hey, Kailee!" The clerk jovially says. "What are you looking for today?"

"A knife." I say. "One that's easily concealable."

"Why?" He asks, a skeptical look on his face.

"I'm home alone most of the time." I explain. "I need to be able to protect myself."

"Well, let me see what I have." He says, going into the back room. He comes back out with a small metal knife handle. "Here." He says. "That will be ten bits."

"Wait." I say. "Where's the blade?"

"That's the cool part." He says proudly. "You see, when you press this button, a blade flips out." He presses it. Sure enough, a knife blade turns propels itself out of the handle, and, before I can say switchblade, it's a full-on knife.

"Wow, thanks." I say, paying him the money.

"Hope it helps you protect yourself!" He calls as I leave the shop. I grin to myself. This switchblade wasn't going to be used for protection. It was going to be used for something else.

REVENGE.

Chapter 3

"Hey Honey." James says, kissing me on the forehead. "I've got a birthday present for you."

"But my birthday's not for two months." I say.

"It's an early birthday present." He says, pulling a large box out of his saddlebag. "Open it."

I grab the box and rip off some of the wrapping paper. Underneath is a box with the label: Ponyville Medical Co. "Is this what I think it is?" I ask, wide eyed.

"See for yourself." James answers.

I fervently rip the rest of the paper and open the box. Inside are two prosthetic legs. I start to cry out of ecstasy. "Thank you James." I say. "Thank you!"

"It's fine, Kailee." He says. "But you're going to have to lose your current legs to get these."

"I know." I say. "It's fine."

"One of the great things about these is that they hook up directly to your nervous system, so you don't have to use other muscles than you normally would to control them." James explains.

"How can I ever thank you?" I ask.

"You don't have to." He says.

"James, this is too big of a gift not to properly thank." I say. "There must be something I can do for you."

"Well, there is one thing." He says, a sly grin creeping onto his face.

"What is it?" I ask.

"I've always wanted to have foals." He answers.

I'm a bit shocked, but, to be honest, I've wanted a foal for some time now. I always found it a bit too awkward to ask James, though. But he asked me. "Alright." I say. "Let's go."

"Really?" He asks, shocked.

"Yeah." I say. "I've always found it too awkward to ask for, but you did it for me. Come on, let's go to bed." I wink at him. We go into our room and climb into bed.

An hour later, James and I have finished our business and I'm asleep. For the first time in two months, I dream. Luckily it isn't the dream where I die. However, it is a nightmare. It's from Scootaloo's point of view, and she's sleeping when a stallion breaks into the window and abducts her. Knowing that Scootaloo, now that her parents are dead, lives alone, this is a real possibility. I force myself to awaken.

It's nine-thirty at night. I wake up James. "Hmm." He grumbles. "Five more minutes."

"Wake up!" I scream.

"Gimme a minute." He says. I push him out of bed. "HEY!" He screams. "What was that for?"

"I think something bad's happened to Scootaloo." I say.

"Why?" He asks, suddenly serious. Scootaloo is like a little sister to him.

"I had a dream about it." I say. "And I'm still on those meds. It's gotta be important to be forced into my subconscious."

"Let's go." James says, his face grim.

Half an hour later, we're there. "Scootaloo?" James calls, knocking on the door. "Scootaloo? Come here!" No response.

"I'll go around back." I say. "You keep knocking." I wheel myself around to the window of Scootaloo's room. To my horror, the window is shattered, corresponding perfectly with my dream. "John?" I call. "I think my dream was right. Scootaloo's gone."

"WHAT?" James shrieks, running around to meet me. He sees the window and the absence of Scootaloo, and then falls to his knees and begins to cry.

"James, James, calm down." I say, placing a hoof on his shoulder. "It'll be alright."

"No." James sobs. "It won't be."

"It will be." I say. "You found me, you can find Scootaloo."

"No, I can't." James says.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because it's the same guy." He says. "He left the same clues when he abducted you. The ripped open book on the floor, the smashed window, and the bed is made."

"But why does it matter if it's the same guy?" I ask.

"I found him once, he's not going to let it happen again." James explains.

"Don't worry." I say, remembering my switchblade. "We'll find her."

Chapter 1

Drip... Drop... Drip... Drop... Drip... Drop...

"That's funny." I say to myself. "Who's playing music?" I listen. "That's a catchy tune." I continue. "I think I'll sing along."

"Drip... Drop..." I chime in, giggling. "Drip... Drop... Drip... Drop... Dri-" For some reason, my dinner doesn't want to stay in my stomach anymore. Oh, well, I'm not going to stop it. Spatter spatter spatter spatter spatter. "I liked that song." I say, wiping the leftover food from my mouth. :Too bad it was so short. Oh, well."

I continue singing the drip song. Suddenly, I hear a voice calling my name. "Kailee?" It says. "Kailee? Are you there?"

"Silly colt." I whisper. "You can't win hide-and-seek that way. I'll let him find me." After a few minutes, I decide to let him win. "I'm in here!" I call. "You win, I lose!"

A colt's hazy silhouette appears in the doorway. He kneels beside me and presses something white against my forehead. It comes off red. "Oh no." I say, scared. "That's my - my blood, isn't it?" He begins to slip in and out of focus.

"Kailee!" He says, gripping my shoulders. "Kailee! Stay with me!" I black out.

I can feel somepony's hooves underneath me. Wind is rushing past me. Suddenly I realize that I'm flying!

Oh, no! Earth Ponies can't fly! What if they drop me? I try to scream out, to tell them to put me down, but no sound comes out.

I have to try harder! I can see a light below me. It's the way out, I know it! I squirm out of the pegasus' grip. As I fall to the ground, I remember. Earth Ponies can't fly. "NO!" I shout. "NO! NO! NO!" I enter the light.

Suddenly, a barrage of color, sound, smells, and all other sorts of things collide with my senses. I'm sitting upright in a bed, screaming "NO!"

Doctors try to push me down, but I fight them, pleading them to tell me who, what, why, how, and where I am. None of them answer.

"Kailee." The voice is sweet and melodious. "Lay back down." I do so, mesmerized by the voice. "Thank you."

I look over to see a pale blue unicorn mare. "Who are you?" I ask.

"That doesn't matter right now." She says. "Farewell." She leaves.

A familiar blue colt walks in. I know him. Well. He's a friend. A good friend. He's my coltfriend. He's - "James?"

"Yeah, it's me, Kailee." He says.

"Where am I?" I ask.

"Canterlot Royal Hospital." He answers. "You were in such bad shape, they shipped you over here."

"What happened?" I inquire.

"You were -" Jake stops. The look on his face worries me.

"What happened?" I enunciate.

"You were - abducted." He says. "By a serial killer."

"What?" I shriek, bolting into a seating position. A searing pain in my head stops me. I press my hooves against it and throw myself back down. Doctors rush over and rip off bandages, then pour a liquid on my head. It stings really bad for a second, then mellows.

"What happened to my head?" I as fearfully.

"The serial killer that got you kills his victims slowly." James explains. "He had embedded a knife in your head and left you to slowly die. Good news is; you didn't."

My hair falls over my face. I notice that one lock of it is blood red. I remember before James found me. I was singing along to the sound of dripping. I suppose that must have been blood dripping off of my mane. Now my stark white mane has a section of it stained red. It will never wash out. My beautiful white mane that contrasts perfectly with my dark grey body now has an imperfection in it. That was the one thing I was ever proud of. Now it was gone.

"And the bad news?" I worriedly ask.

"You lost the use of your back legs. Permanently."

Shocked, I try it. I attempt to move my back legs. Nothing happens. I begin to hyperventilate. Frantic, I start to move every other part of my body. They all work, but, from the flank down, I can't move. Doctors rush over and try to subdue me.

"No." I say, fighting them. My voice begins to rise. "No! NO! NO!" One of them calls for a sedative. "Earth Ponies can't live without their legs!" I scream. "We need them! We don't have wings or horns, all we've got is our legs! Please! You have to give me prosthetics, or something!"

"I'm sorry." One of the doctors says. "We can't. Only for little things like teeth. Maybe for part of a hoof. But for both of your back legs, it's impossible at the moment."

"NO!" I scream, even more worried now. Then it hits me like a herd of stampeding buffalo. I don't have my cutie mark. And the cutie mark of every single Earth Pony in Equestria had something to do with their legs. Even Pinkie Pie's. She had to walk to deliver cupcakes and throw parties. "I don't have my cutie mark!" I scream. "And I'm fourteen! I need to use my legs to get my cutie mark! I need them! I NEED THEM!" Even as they inject the sedative, I'm fighting. "I - need - them." I black out.

I have to stay for three more weeks, though. To pass the time, I read. The only other thing I do is lay there and wonder what I'm going to do without my legs. I don't want to be a blank flank forever, but that's my only option right now. Unless I can somehow get prosthetics, then I won't ever have a cutie mark.

Yesterday, James visited me. He said that he'd applied to the Canterlot Medical College. He said that his one goal in life was to make me happy. He didn't want to see me cry anymore. He said that all he was going to research were prosthetics and therapy, in the hope that he could regain the use of my back legs.

Its hopeless, though.