Psycho

Psycho

Chapter 1

“Silly Little Fillies”

“Ugh”

“Wha...”

Flickering lights, that was all that could be seen, every flicker bought a new piece of surrounding to the little white unicorn.

“H-hello?” cried Sweetie Belle

“Sweetie, is that you?” Questioned the little Southern pony

“Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom? That you?” Franticly questioned Scootaloo

“Yes, yes it’s us,” yelled Apple Bloom “Common, we need to try and call for help!”

The three fillies screamed their little muzzles off to try to attract somepony, anypony.

“Silly. Little. Fillies.”

A voice emanated from the darkened room it wasn't right, it was, distorted. Hoof steps clopped around the little fillies, they were strapped down to something.

*BUZZ*

The lights buzzed into life, lighting up the dank room they were in. The fillies were strapped down to operating tables; their eyes were franticly darting around the room trying to make sense of where they were. The room had concrete walls and a set of stairs leading above the ceiling. The basement walls were covered in red stains, but that wasn’t the worst part of it, there was a wooden table in the centre of the fillies, it was covered in surgical equipment scalpels, bone saw’s, hammers and a bunch of other assorted instruments.

“Now, now girls, shouting is not very polite,” Said the voice.

The three fillies herd hoof steps coming from behind them. A slender black pony emerged from behind them, he was wearing a surgical mask but you could see his long, red mane. He scanned the table looking for the perfect tool to start the job. He picked up a hammer, the three fillies let out glass shattering screams, the black pony cringed and smashed the hammer on the table. He put the hammer down and picked up three rags from the table, he walked over to each filly and gagged them with the rags.

“Please don’t squirm, it just make it more difficult for me,” said the colt.

The colt proceeded back to the table and once again picked up the hammer. The colt was shielding his eyes form the fillies for some reason.  He walked over to Apple Bloom and raised his head, his eyes where pure white with the tiniest dots of black, the outsides were blood shot, they twitched.

He raised the hammer in his hoof and took a heavy blow to Apple Bloom shoulder, there was a satisfying row of cracks and crunches as the bones in her shoulder shattered, some splintering off to stick out of her skin, like splintered tree trunks after a storm, to reveal them self’s, waterfalls of blood poured out of her wounds and down her side. Apple Bloom shrieked in pain, she squirmed but that just made the splintered and shattered bone widen her already gaping wounds. Her friends could do nothing but watch on in horror as their friend was tortured. The man un-hatched the fasten around her other arm and lifted it up. He cocked his arm for another swing, he smashed the back of her elbow making her arm bend backwards, the shattered elbow bone cut its way out of the skin life a knife through weak cloth, a plume of blood splashed across Sweatie Belle’s face making her throw up . Apple Bloom let out a short scream and then passed out due to the sheer pain.

“Now this just won’t do,” said the crazed colt “I guess I will have to move on to the next one for now,” He turned to Scootaloo, she was breathing heavily, her eyes fixed on his. The clot turned to the table to pick out his next device. He picked up an old looking hand crank drill, inspected it and turned to face Scoots, she didn’t move, but her breathing got faster.

He positioned the drill so it would go through the bone on her wing. As soon as the cold metal of the drill head touched her skin she felt the torrents of pain flow through her as the drill punctured her wing and started to slowly grind at her bone. This would not be over quickly and it would not be pleasant. As the drill hit half way the filly was still screaming and kicking, then.

*snap*

The bone in her wing had broken in two, splitting off between the drill head. The filly cried in pain, squirming, trying to get free form this nightmare. The colt began to turn the drill sideways, splitting the bone thurther apart, tearing the muscle tissue and tendons that held her wing together walls of blood dripped down the fillies’ torn wing and onto the floor. She let out a long, seemingly un-ending scream and then,same as Apple Bloom, she passed out.

“Dam!” Yelled the colt “Well i guess i will have to move on to the last one until these two come around.

He place the drill on the table and pondered his tools once more. Sweetie Belle, who had managed to loosen and spit out her gag, was crying for her big sister to come and take her away, but alas she would not come.

“Last but not least,” said the deranged colt.

He turned to face Sweetie; he had a scalpel in his hoof. He made long, deep cuts along the side of Sweetie Belle’s body spilling her blood on the floor. He looked her straight in the eye, raised his scalpel and placed it in her mouth, he then stabbed her tongue and dragged the knife back out of the mouth splitting her tongue down the middle, and she gargled on the newly formed pools of blood. The clot, in one swift motion raised his arm back and swung it, severing Sweetie Belle’s jugular spilling fountains of blood on the floor.

The colt proceed back to the unconscious fillies.

“Tick tock, I have all day,”

He strolled around the dank room collecting a bucket and placing it under the lifeless but still bleeding body of sweetie Belle collecting the pints of blood as the poured out of the 12 inch gash along her neck.

“Oh this is going to be a fun night,”