The Foundation

One day I was told to execute a mission with subjects thirteen and fifteen, both of which are aggressive subjects and were fit for the job given to them. It was simple, either kill or capture the target and bring the target back to site fifteen. Though this day was a lot different than any other day, this day was a nightmare for subject fifteen, and for joy.

Everything was set up perfectly, I looked over at a neighboring tree and seen subject thirteen in position, and subject fifteen was well hidden, enough for me not to be able to see her. The plan was straight forward, subject thirteen would be sent on the road for a distraction, and I was second due to my use of sedatives. And finally subject Fifteen would give the finishing blow, using her enhanced flying skills to create a heavy kick. The night was cold and windy though it was a beautiful night.

I thought to myself of my next birthday, I would be seventeen which is the usual date subjects like myself have a chance to live a more normal life, but with restrictions and continuous duties. I raised my hoof over to thirteen, and she slowly split into two and jumped down slowly turning into a blue pelted and grey maned foal, who sat down and started crying. It was an old trick that subject thirteen started a long time ago, that was really affective.

After nearly twenty or so minutes went by at last the pony in the descriptive profile we were all handed showed up down the road. His pelt was Grey, and his mane was brown. He was tall and looked as if he had a lot of strength behind his body, that had carried two sheaths for his swords, that aligned his back. He stopped at the sight and only stared at the foal, before putting his saddlebag down and picking up the foal. The foal expanded at a startling rate and blew up, spreading dirt, dust, and particles of anything nearby at the time in a three hundred and sixty degree angle.

When the smoke cleared I seen him standing up on two hooves with swords in both of his front hooves, and standing on his back hooves. He looked as if he had not been touched, not even a single scratch on him. I quickly through two sedatives and motioned thirteen to follow after me for a double team. It was unexpected but he had skills that were not documented, and not fit for a team of weaker subjects, such as ourselfs at this time.

He quickly sliced through the sedatives, kicking thirteen who was in mid air charging at him at her top speed, possible using her wings. She quickly stopped and hung over his hoof, which he used to slam her down into the ground and impale a sword through both hooves on top of each other in order to pin her still. He quickly broke off the top of the sword, and hauled me out of the air, pinning me down in an instant and pointing the opposite sword at my neck and froze.

“Come on out the rest of you” He said with a deep voice, that of a warrior. Thirteen was screaming and yelping in pain from the damage she had sustained from her hooves. Nothing happened and I felt the sword slide down against my neck and finally touch the base of my wings. “It would be a shame if your wings were to be cut off.” I just looked at his eyes in fear and slowly began to tremble. At last fifteen jumped down and just looked at him with her usual prissy and uptight look “So how did an idiot like youself figure out we worked in teams of three?” She said with a voice similar to mine, but more snotty and prissy. “This is not the first time a team like yourselfs come after me, and I would be careful of what you say right now, I am in control.” As he slammed the other sword into my back hoof pinning it to the ground, with a loud screach.

Just than under a second, she disapeared in a blur, and Immediately through a kick at his chest. He quickly smashed her against and tree, using the butt of both swords, and quickly smashed the side of his hoof into her throat, causing a loud thump and a gag. He than took the time while she was attempting to catch a breath to quickly pick her up off the tree, and smash her back into it. I can still hear the bone shattering noise that amplified out of her body.

She just looked down as if she were useless. “Why would they send children I will never know.” As he put a hoof over her cheek, causing her to flinch to the side, and quickly ram her back hooves into his manhood, only to be slapped and punched Repetitively. “You little bitch! You need to learn discipline!”

as the time went on all I could hear was the sounds of joy screaming and crying, before stopping. After he was done raping her, he picked up his saddlebag and patted her on the head, as a taunt for victory. I felt so useless I could have been more useful other than worry about myself, and attempt to escape.

Joy got up and shook herself off and trotted away with nothing more than farewell. “I will be back later” She said in an emotionless voice, belonging to a cynical. She kicked the top of the sword off, using her weights on her hooves as protection and causing immense pain, though freeing me. I slid my hoof up and out of the sword slowly and looked at thirteen with a blurry vision. I looked at the young mare, and seen she had been passed out, and was dead silent. I got up and yanked the sword out of the mare, and bandaged what I could and sat her up against the tree, sitting there with her.

That is one of many horrors I have had to watch. Also one of many that joy had to go through. Sometimes I wish it were me, the one who always got the abuse, and worst of what little we all called life. Maybe joy would be kind if all of her chain of events happened to me and not her? Would I than be the mean one? The one who does not trust anypony, and is paranoid whenever in public?

I have always thought that ponies are not born evil, not good. It is the chain of events that lead up to the ponies demise.