Whack your Assistant!

The events re-winded and Spike stood in front of Twilight.

“Oh man why does my throat hurt suddenly?” Spike remarked as he suddenly found himself short on breath.

“No reason, Spike,” Twilight said as she looked to her left and found the next object of death. “Now lets see how long it takes you to die from getting beat with a book.”

“Huh? What did you…”

Whack!

The large purple book held by Twilight’s magic, slammed across Spike’s head, sending the young dragon tumbling to the floor. His vision dazed and an intense throbbing pain greeted him. Before he could even utter a word, Twilight struck again, sending him in a face down position in the floor.

Whack!

The book hit him again in the same spot as he tried to pull himself up and he fell back to the floor. The blunt force trauma his face hitting the floor caused his nose to start bleeding. He tried to cover up his head and screamed for Twilight to stop, but Twilight would roll his body over and hit and unshielded parts on his face.

The beatdown continued for several minutes and Spike begged and begged for his friend to stop hitting him with a book. Eventually his left eyes swelled up from being hit enough and a few teeth were scattered on the floor.

“Sweet, Celestia, maybe this wasn’t a good idea,” Twilight remarked, continuously hitting Spike in the head as she started to grow more tired and weary. “I’ve hit you… fifty seven times already! How long will this take!?”

Spike couldn’t do anything. He made several attempts to crawl away but once he got far enough, Twilight would pull him back and continue to hit him. Pages fluttered out of the book, showing that, it to, was starting to show the effects of prolonged use and as Twilight was about to call it quits, Spike’s body finally stopped moving. Dropping the book and breathing heavily, Twilight inspected the scene. Spike was on his back, his face more bloody and beaten then she anticipated and part of his skull looked like it caved in at one point, making his death come to him faster. She saw his leg twitch continuously and saw blood flowing out of his mouth showing he may or may not have a tooth fall back and get struck in his throat, thus causing it to shred the delicate parts inside of him. Once she had caught her breath, Twilight brought up her notes and very shakily started to write.

Death experiment number 3. Book beatdown. Victim succumbed after eighty four blows to the head with the book entitled, “Fifty Shades of Rainbows” The process was long, exhausting and MUCH more mental traumatizing then previous experiments. I may or may not try this same experiment again but with a much more heavy object like a piece of wood or even a metal bar of some kind. I should also rewrite these notes later on, giving them better prose and understanding, before I send them to Celestia, hence avoiding any grammatical findings on her end.

Twilight brought the note close to her body and looked back at the smeared, bloody, corpse of her friend. His leg stopped twitching yet as Twilight looked on she couldn’t help but find the experience somewhat refreshing to do.

“Damn,” Twilight said with a deep sigh. “I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to beat someone to death with a book. It felt… oddly therapeutic and very… Oh gosh I before not tell Celestia about the mental effects this has on me, or I may get reformed by herself in the future.”

Twilight stopped talking to herself and gave the bloody book one last look before she grabbed a scroll and unfolded it.

“Wonder if I’ll… start to enjoy these tests more then I should… ahem, time reset!”