The Ponyville Chainsaw Massacre

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Chapter 1

Chapter 1

This is a file pulled from a database containing accounts of unsolved Equestrian crimes. This recently declassified document outlines what the media at the time termed the "Ponyville Chainsaw Massacre". The death count from this infamous incident remains at seven, although many investigators have stressed the possibility of there being even more victims. The murderer(s) have never been brought to justice.

Police Report:

Case # 136-V2TRN51V3
Location: Sweet Apple Acres, Ponyville, Equestria.
Date: September 17, 1972
Time: 15:32
Report Filed By: Agent Clarence Longtrot

Today at 15:32, the blood-soaked mutilated bodies of several ponies, a baby dragon, and two young fillies were found in the basement and surrounding grounds of the Apple family farmhouse. The victims have been identified as student Twilight Sparkle, seamstress Rarity, royal guard Armin Shield, student Scootaloo, Spike the dragon, student Sweetie Belle, and royal guard Ivan Dozer.

Investigators remain stunned by the brutality of the killings. The prime suspects, simply known as Applejack and Big Macintosh, are still at large. The sole survivor of the mass murder, a young female pegasus by the name of Ms. Derpy Hooves, is currently undergoing psychiatric treatment at The Canterlot Institute of Nero Research.

The following is a dictated account by the survivor Ms. Hooves outlining the events leading up to the murders, their commitment, and their immediate aftermath (warning this report contains graphic details).

Survivor's Account: Session 1

I can't do this, I-I can't recall… oh my God I can't think about it, why are you making me do this!?. I don't want to relive it! (At this time Agent Longtrot is enticing the victim to recall the incident for the police report)

I w-was just starting my return flight back t-to the post office when I started noticing the weather was g-getting rough. It was after dark, probably around seven thirty.

I glided through the strong winds but soon some turbulence began to make me feel uneasy. I was carrying my satchel which still contained many letters, my office supplies, and several small packages that I didn't want to get damaged.

As the storm began to increase in strength I began flying erratically, I knew it wasn't safe so I prepared myself to land.

Before I could close my wings though, one of the small parcels came loose from my bag and fell out. I couldn't see where it had fallen at first, but then a bolt of lightning in the distance illuminated the area. The package was on the roof of an old barn, the Apple family barn.

It was pitch dark outside. The clouds had just blocked out the moon and I couldn't tell where I was anymore. I began to panic. I turned to face the ground and began my decent in the area I thought the package had landed.

There was another lightning flash. This one was much closer because the thunder startled me. All I remember after that moment was seeing the roof of the barn coming up fast, and then I blanked out.

When I came to I was sitting on a stack of hay – there was no light, I couldn't see a thing. Rain water was dripping on my head. I looked up just as another lightning bolt was streaking and I realized I was inside the barn. There was a hole all the way at the top in the ceiling above me. I must have crashed into the roof and fell through.

My bag was gone. I must have dropped it somewhere when I landed. I stood up and jumped into the air. I wanted to start my return flight, but instead I fell to the ground. My left wing was sprained and it hurt to flap.

The only thing I thought to do at that point was sleep. I was scared of the dark and of the thunder so I dug under the haystack that I had landed on. Incased inside the straw I felt warm, dry, and secure. I don't remember falling asleep, but I remember waking up the next morning.

The sun was shining through the hay and it made my little sleeping area all lit up and bright. I was about to crawl out from under the haystack, but then I heard hoof beats inside the barn. I could hear what sounded like a large horse trotting and then striking something hard against the wooden walls. That's when I heard the young filly for the first time. She screamed and began crying.

I reached out and moved away some of the straw that was in front of my face. I cleared just enough so that I could peer through it without revealing myself. I saw a large blood-red stallion. He was towering over a small red-maned yellow filly. He was hitting her. (At this point the survivor breaks down into tears. The session is resumed after five minutes)

The yellow filly was being b-beaten by the red stallion. She pleaded with him, cried at the top of her lungs for him to stop, but he kept striking her, blow after blow, almost as if he had no regard for her life. An old light green mare entered the barn during this time. She calmly confronted the red stallion and they both walked slowly outside together, leaving the young filly behind. Then I heard the sound of the barn door being closed and the sound of a lock clasping shut.

The little yellow filly was on her back sobbing. She cried and cried. Soon I realized there were tears in my eyes too. The little filly rolled onto her side. As soon as she did this though she gave out a screech and immediately turned onto her back again. I wanted to help her.

Still concealed inside the haystack I let out a little whistle. The young pony turned her head to face my direction. I whistled again. The filly struggled to her feet. Still sobbing she slowly approached my area. As she came closer I could see she had been abused before. The sun shone bright through the glass window to my right and I could clearly see the markings on her little body. She had bruises on her legs, chest, face, and flank. I couldn't even tell if she had a cutie mark or not her flank was so discolored by bruises.
As she came within a few feet of me, I wiggled my nose through the straw. "Hello," I said.

The young filly jumped back with a start.

"Don't be afraid," I told her, "I'm a friend."

The filly began crying a lot harder when I said that. She came very close and brought her nose down to touch mine. I wiggled my nose against hers.

"My name's Derpy," I told her.

"Apple Bloom," she replied between her sobs.

"Do you want to come under here where it's warm?" I asked.

"I-I'm in big trouble," she said, "I knocked over B-Big Macintosh's cider trough, I ruined all of it."

"Is that why he hit you? That's no reason for him to hit you," I told her.

"I'm a bad girl," she cried as she crawled under the hay with me.

I brought my nose back into the haystack and covered the opening. I pushed the hay to the sides making a little hallow inside for us. The sunlight shone through the layers of straw around us casting a dim orange glow inside. Through the light I could see Apple Bloom sitting against the hay still sobbing with her hooves over her eyes.

"Shhh, it's going to be alright," I whispered to her.

She wiped the tears away from her face and reached out toward me. She hugged me and I hugged her back. Hiding her face in my chest she cried.

"Oh Derpy, it hurts," she told me as she pulled away.

She looked down at her side. The area where I had hugged her was cut, bruised, and bleeding. I couldn't even hug her without hurting her. She lay down on her belly and cried some more.

"Don't cry," I told her.

I leaned over and licked her bleeding cut. I remembered that when I got cuts as a young filly my mother would lick them to make me feel better too. As I licked her wounds and her crying eased down I began to realize that Apple Bloom probably didn't have a mother that cared for her.

"Apple Bloom," I asked, "who are your parents?"

"I don't know," she replied with a sniffle.

"Everypony has parents you know," I told her, "is Big Macintosh your father?"

Apple Bloom wiped her eyes.

"No, he's my big brother."

"And the old mare, who is she?" I asked.

"That's Granny Smith." she replied.

"Has your granny Smith ever told you who your parents are?" I asked her.

Then Apple Bloom told me something that stopped my heart.

"She's not my granny Smith, she's Granny Smith, that's her name, and she's never told me about my parents. All she's ever said was never to ask about them."

My mouth was agape in disbelief.

Before I could say another word there was a crash from outside and the sound of the barn door swinging open.

"Apple Bloom," shouted a young feminine voice, "git' out here this instant before I ring yer' neck!"

Apple Bloom began to shake profusely by my side.

"It's Applejack, she's going to hurt me, don't let her hurt me Derpy," whispered Apple Bloom.

"Granny Smith told me you knocked over Big Mac's cider trough," shouted Applejack, "you better come out here quick before I'm forced to find you!"

I began to fear Applejack myself. Apple Bloom and I weren't that well hidden.

"Don't worry," I whispered to Apple Bloom, "she can't hurt you as long as I'm here."

I was about to crawl out from under the hay to confront Applejack when Apple Bloom grabbed my back leg.

"No don't," she whispered, "she'll kill you. Trespassers are always killed. Stay in here."

I was terrified. Then I heard Applejack approaching closer and closer. Apple Bloom put her hoof to my mouth and then crawled out from under the stack.

"I thought you would have learned by now that hiding isn't an option," I heard Applejack say cynically.

I don't remember if Apple Bloom responded or not. All I remember was hearing that same heart numbing sound of hooves striking soft flesh.

(At this point in the session Agent Longtrot asks the survivor is she heard anything else during this event)

All I remember was the sounds of the blows a-and that all too f-familiar cry of Apple Bloom. Then there was silence. I remember hearing the sound of hooves walking away and the door closing, and then the lock.

I realized that I had to get out of there. I had to tell the police about the abuse I had witnessed. I crawled out from under the hay and wandered inside the well lit barn. I looked around but I couldn't find Apple Bloom anywhere.

"Apple Bloom," I whispered, "are you still in here?"

There was no answer. I figured Applejack may have taken her somewhere else.

As I walked around inside the barn I found a most disheartening sight, a dish with the name "Apple Bloom" etched into it on the ground. The dish had bones and rotting meat in it. Had these monsters forced Apple Bloom to eat meat? That's when I stumbled across the most gruesome sight of my life - up until that time anyway.

It was a clear plastic bag containing a bloody equine hoof. I immediately jumped away from it. My heart raced and I began to panic, these ponies WERE killers - just as Apple Bloom had said.

I raced to the door and pushed on it with all my might, but it was locked tight. I couldn't get out. I rushed to the window by the haystack. I thought about breaking it and climbing out through there, but I didn't want to risk the sound of the glass breaking alerting the owners of my presence.

Then I remembered the hole in the roof. I could get out through there. I spread my wings, but my left wing still hurt too much to open all of the way. Despite this I tried flying. I could only get about six feet off the ground before my sprained wing hurt too much to flap.

I decided that I had to climb up into the barn's rafters. Once there I could fly just long enough to get out through the hole. I raced throughout the barn trying to find a way up there. I located a pile of crates. I remember they were stacked like a staircase directly to the left of the barn door. I immediately jumped upon the first crate. I paused for a moment as I heard the sound of hooves coming slowly closer from outside. Then I jumped to the higher second crate. That's when the door to the barn unlatched and swung open.

I stood perfectly silent. The enormous blood-red stallion had entered the barn. Seconds felt like hours as my heart pounded in my ears. The red stallion angrily beat the ground with his hooves. He snorted and grunted like a wild beast. He hadn't noticed me, but he was clearly angry at something.

Then I saw Applejack for the first time. She was a young light orange mare much smaller than the enormous Big Macintosh. She trotted into the barn and wrapped her front hooves around the stallion's neck.

"There there Big Mac, we can make a nice new batch of cider tomorrow," she said comforting him, "and we can lock that pest Apple Bloom in the basement tonight".

She then gave him a passionate wide mouth kiss on the lips. Who are these freaks, I thought to myself.

Just then my back hoof slipped and knocked a single loose woodchip to the ground. Applejack turned her head away from the stallion and faced me. Our eyes locked for a split second.

In shock I bolted up the stack of crates. I didn't see or hear anything after that, all I knew and saw was the next crate higher to the rafters. As I grabbed a hold of the highest crate, I heard a crash - the entire stack under me began to fall. I turned just long enough to see Big Macintosh ramming through the crates.

The containers began to topple – I knew I had to act fast. I spread my wings and flapped. I had just enough strength to reach the lowest angled wooden beam. I clung to that tilted ceiling support with all my might, wrapping all four of my legs around it.

Big Macintosh reared up onto his hind legs and began pounding the wall under me, he wanted to kill me. Applejack shouted at me to come down - calling me a trespasser and a thief. I can't recall exactly what Applejack said after that, but the one thing I do remember clearly is that the red stallion Big Macintosh didn't say a thing; he just roared like a beast and pounded the wall.

At this time all I knew was the warning Apple Bloom had given me about these ponies being killers. I already knew of their abusive acts and of the severed hoof. I didn't want a part of anything else they had to offer.

I shimmied up the side of the beam. The motion gave me splinters in my legs. I reached the connecting horizontal support and pulled myself onto it. Safe in the rafters I carefully trotted to the area under the hole in the roof while Applejack and Big Macintosh shouted and roared at me from below. I flapped my wings and took to the air. I flew higher and higher. The hole was a little higher up than I had previously thought and my sprained wing couldn't take it. I clenched my teeth and continued flapping, accepting the pain.

Grabbing hold of the splintered opening I finally relaxed my wings. I tried to lift myself through the opening, but I couldn't muster enough strength. I flapped my right wing and pulled myself at the same time. I collapsed onto the roof above. I was in pain, but not tired in the least. I rose to my hooves and began galloping across the roof. My heart was pounding like a jackrabbit in my chest. I knew what I had to do.

I spread my wings and jumped. I flapped with my right wing and glided as best I could with my left. I landed just a few yards away from a white fence that was surrounding the farm.

I breathed deeply as my hooves came to rest on the cool wet grass. I had made it. Then I heard a shot ring out behind me. I turned to see what it was. In the distance I could see Applejack holding a shotgun pointed in my direction. Big Macintosh was next to her. The giant red stallion then began to charge toward me. Terrified, I dashed as fast as I could toward the fence. I could hear the sounds of the big stallion roaring in the distance behind me and the high pitched shouts of Applejack as she fired off another round.

I reached the fence. It wasn't so high so I dug my hooves into the ground and quickly leapt over it. What I didn't realize was that my legs were weakened from the running and I couldn't jump as far as I thought I could. My back legs hit the top of the fence just as I was clearing it. In that brief moment of clumsiness I realized what a fool I was. I knew my head was going to hit the ground and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I landed face first onto a rock. My legs stiffened and I fell over onto my side.

My head spun and my snout ached. I felt like I was going to pass out, but I knew that would mean death. I had to stay conscious, I just had to. I couldn't let those maniacs catch me and chop my hooves off.

As I regained my footing I felt something warm running down my neck. I had broken my nose and blood was pouring everywhere.

Confused I stumbled into the road. I was delirious from the fall, but I still knew to run. So I ran with all my strength. The big stallion was certainly just a few paces behind me.

I ran along the roadside for a good five minutes before slowing my pace. I had a pounding headache by then and was short of breath. My nose itched and then I sneezed. A fine bloody mist sprayed into the air. It was the most painful sneeze of my entire life. I actually felt the broken bones shift inside my nose. I couldn't do anything to stop the pain but clench my eyes, grind my teeth, and cry, but even that did little to help.

I was scared. My whole body ached and I was lost on a desolate dirt road unable to fly. Then I remembered what really mattered, Apple Bloom. I had to save her. I had to get to the police.

Blood was still pouring from my nose like an open faucet. I knew it was possible to die from a broken nose if the bleeding wasn't stopped. I began to panic. I had to find help. I continued walking, but after several minutes all I saw was the same thing – trees to my left and empty grasslands to my right.

Suddenly in the distant sky I saw a flying stagecoach headed my way. I stood on my back legs and waved my front hooves in the air.

"Please help!"

I shouted at the top of my lungs.

"Please help me!"

The coach was being flown by two white pegasus stallions in gilded armor. They must have seen my bloody face and realized I was serious. They landed their coach and rolled it close to me. I fell to my knees before them.

"Thank you," I sobbed, "oh my gosh thank you."

The stallions looked down at me. They then looked at each other, almost as if they didn't know what to say or do. Then a purple unicorn emerged from the coach.

"Oh my dear sweet Celestia," she shouted, "what happened to you!?"

I didn't know where to start. I stuttered and choked back tears of both joy and horror. The unicorn brought me to the stagecoach. A small purple dragon was sitting atop the driver seat outside.

"Spike, get down here," said the purple unicorn to the little dragon, "this pegasus is injured."

Spike immediately jumped down to help.

"What's your name?" asked the purple unicorn pressing a handkerchief to my nose.

"Derpy Hooves," I replied.

I was so tired that I must have passed out for a minute or two. When I woke up I was in the stagecoach. There were others inside. There was a young orange pegasus filly, a white unicorn filly, a white unicorn mare, and the purple unicorn mare I had seen earlier. I began to feel comfortable and thought about sleeping. That's when I noticed that the coach was moving.

I sprang to my hooves. I breathed heavily as I looked out the window. We were heading back down the road toward the farm.

"Look at all the pretty flowers over there," said the white unicorn filly gazing outside, "I'm so glad we're going the rest of the way by road."

"It should only be a few moments now," said the purple unicorn.

I tried to scream but my snout was wrapped in gauze. The gauze stopped my nosebleed but I couldn't open my mouth with it on. I tore it off.

"You're going the wrong way!" I shouted.

I clamored over to the purple unicorn.

"Turn this thing around, we can't go this way!"

Blood splattered from my mouth into the unicorn's face. She pulled away from me in disgust.

"What, why!?" she shouted, almost as if she were angry with me as I tried to warn her.

"They'll be waiting for me!" I shouted, "They know what I've seen!"

I glanced around the coach. The young fillies were getting scared and the white unicorn mare looked at me with anger in her eyes.

"You have to believe me," I cried, "the blood-red stallion he wanted to kill me!"

"Who, Big Macintosh?" the purple unicorn replied.

"Yes, Big Macin- how did you know!?" I screamed.

"What a nice boy he is, you really shouldn't be afraid of him. He's a very caring pony," replied Twilight, "we're actually headed over to his family orchard right now to give this get-well-soon present to his little sister, she was in a little accident over the weekend."

Had I been all wrong about the red stallion and the Apple family, had my eyes deceived me? No, Big Macintosh was a child abuser and a murderer. I saw how he treated Apple Bloom, I saw the bones and the severed hoof, and I saw the evil in his eyes as he chased after me. He was a deranged monster!

"Don't take me back there!" I screamed.

The young fillies moved closer to the older white unicorn.

"This is why we shouldn't take strangers off the road Twilight," said the white unicorn, "all I wanted was to spend a nice relaxing day at the orchard and now I have to listen to this drivel."

I was crushed.

"Please believe me Twilight," I said, "the red stallion beat the young filly and the old mare s-she did nothing to stop him. They feed the little one rotting flesh. There was a severed hoof in the barn!"

I looked up but Twilight had turned away. I could see she didn't want to hear me out. We were approaching the farm. I could already see the barn in the distance.

"You can walk back to town when we get to our destination. The town is in this direction you know," said Twilight with her back still turned to me.

I realized that nopony believed me. We were almost at the farm and I began to panic.

"You said you wanted to visit a young filly? Well I met her already. She was covered in cuts and bruises. Her name is Apple Bloom. I saw the red stallion beat her over a minor incident and then the young mare Applejack did the same. Apple Bloom told me she doesn't have any parents and that the ponies she lives with would have killed me if I hadn't escaped."

Twilight turned to face me.

"What are you talking about," she said, "how do you even know those names, Applejack and Apple Bloom?"

I was about to pull my mane out at this point, but I realized we had begun to slow down. Then we stopped. I immediately jumped as far as I could from the door.

"Don't go!" I shouted to everypony in the coach.

The white unicorn opened the door and led the young ones out. Twilight looked at me with concern and then left the stagecoach as well. I couldn't let them go into that place having seen what I saw happen in there.

I was shaking profusely and blood still dripped from my nose, but I somehow found the courage to get out of the coach. I followed close behind Twilight. Looking back I saw the little dragon Spike and the two stallions minding the coach. I felt relieved that the stallions were there. Big Macintosh couldn't hurt us with them waiting just outside. As I walked behind the group, I noticed Twilight had an odd step about her. She turned to look at me. There was a look, a look of concern in her eyes.

We walked until we reached the door to a farmhouse. The white unicorn mare knocked. There was no answer. The little ones began to frolic and run about next to the house. I could tell Twilight was beginning to suspect something was up.

"Applejack!" shouted Twilight, "Granny Smith! Big Mac! Is anypony home!?"

The white unicorn looked at Twilight with astonishment.

"This is very odd. Applejack said she would be home today, and I know Granny Smith and Big Macintosh rarely leave the farm."

It was eerily quiet for several minutes as we waited outside the door. The white unicorn knocked again.

"Rarity, I think maybe… we should… come back another time," said Twilight to the white unicorn.

Just before we could turn away from the door, the light green mare Granny Smith opened it from within.

"Well hello there dearies," she said with a bit of a Sothern drawl, "why don't yall' come inside and have a nice cup of hot cider."

"There's no more cider," I whispered to Twilight, "Apple Bloom accidentally knocked it over this morning."

The ponies began following Granny Smith into the house. Twilight was the last to go in.

"You need more sterile gauze for your nose," she said.

She then sauntered in with the rest.

There was no way I was entering that house, but then I remembered Granny Smith had never actually seen me, maybe she didn't know I had been at the farm before. Even if she did know, the gilded armored stallions would be waiting just outside if anything went wrong. I decided that I had to stay with the group.

As I walked into the doorway I felt a cold breeze flow over my mane. Why was the air so cold inside? I stopped in my tracks. Why was I doing this? I was an idiot, a moron for doing this. Then I thought of Apple Bloom and the way she had hugged me. I had told her I wouldn't let Applejack hurt her anymore. In the least, I just had to find Apple Bloom and reveal to the others the abuse she was subjected to. I had to do it.

Walking slowly into the home I felt like I was going to die of fright. The floor was hard wood and my hooves fell firmly against its surface. The screen door creaked shut behind me as I walked down the long hallway. The ponies had gone into the kitchen, the room at the furthest end of the hall.

Entering the kitchen I saw Granny Smith just beginning to prepare something on the stove, the other ponies were sitting at the table. The room was quiet and my hoof beats signaled my entrance to the others.

"Oh you poor thing," said Granny Smith looking toward me, "now how did you manage to do that to yourself?"

"I-I fell," I said truthfully.

Granny Smith approached me.

"Oh come-come now, we need to fix you up. Don't want any blood on the floor today," she said leading me out of the room.

I followed Granny Smith to the bathroom which was the closest door down the hall from the kitchen. The first thing I thought when I entered the small room was that it was surprisingly clean, nothing like what I pictured a murderer's bathroom to look like. I was at least expecting to see a blood filled bathtub or a few severed hooves in the sink, but everything was clean.

Granny Smith opened the medicine cabinet and removed a roll of gauze, some cotton, a tube of topical medicine, and some medical tape. She put the cotton into my bleeding nostrils and then applied the topical medicine all around my nose and on cuts on my mouth. The medicine burned my skin, nothing unusual I thought. Granny Smith then wrapped my nose and mouth with a generous length of gauze and taped it firmly in place. Then I thought, maybe Granny Smith was just an innocent old mare. That's when I saw it, just before Granny Smith closed the door to the medicine cabinet. The topical medicine wasn't medicine at all - it was a tube of Ultraseal, a fast drying super glue! That bitch had super glued gauze around my nose and mouth and I had let her do it!

I put my hooves to my face and yanked. The gauze had soaked up the glue and had cemented to my skin. I could feel the bones in my nose shift as I pulled at the bandage. I let out an inaudible squeal. I had to stop pulling as an intense pain gripped my entire face. I fell to the floor. Tears welled up in my eyes.

As I lay silently sobbing on the ground I saw Applejack appear in the doorway. She just stood there and glared down at me with those fierce green apple eyes. Certain she was going to run me through I screamed a muffled inaudible scream as my body went numb. Our eyes locked for several seconds. She then turned and trotted away. I then heard everypony in the kitchen gleefully welcome her with praise and admiration.

"I think that ought to hold for a little while," said Granny Smith, "come now, let's get back to your friends."
The old mare turned and began to walk out. I was so scared that I didn't know what to do. My whole body shook as I tried to think of a way out. I could try running out the front, but what if Big Macintosh was outside waiting? I could try to rip the gauze off my face and scream some more, but what would that accomplish? I broke into a cold sweat as I reluctantly got up and followed the old mare out of the bathroom and into the hall. The bathroom had been too clean. I should have realized that not even normal ponies had bathrooms that clean.

As I followed the old mare down the hall to the kitchen, I looked over my shoulder to the front door. Through the sunlight all I saw was the massive dark silhouette of Big Macintosh standing in the doorway. I was trapped, we were all trapped.

Entering the kitchen I felt like I was going to collapse to the floor from fright, but then Twilight smiled at me. She signaled for me to sit in the chair next to her.

I sat down next to Twilight. I trembled as the other ponies made subtle awkward glances at me. Granny Smith walked to the other side of the room and sat in a rocking chair while Applejack stood by the stove behind me. Applejack was stirring a pot of boiling liquid. I was certain she was going to dump it on me and scald me to death at any moment.

"I hope your nose is feeling better," said Applejack.

Applejack's voice, it bit at my spine like a thousand needles.

"At least your nose bleed stopped," said Twilight cheerfully.

How was I going to save myself, the others, how was I going to escape? I had to think of something. I wiped the tears from my face and looked into Twilight's eyes. I trembled and grabbed her hoof. I moaned and made sure she knew that I was scared. She had to know what I was thinking; she had to know that what I told her earlier was the truth. I pointed to Applejack behind us and I raised my hoof to my mouth gesturing to Twilight about the drinks we were promised. I could see Twilight was getting a little uncomfortable.

"H-Hey Applejack, is that cider almost done? We really just wanted to get this gift to Apple Bloom."

Applejack turned from the stove, "Sorry, no cider today."

"What are you preparing then?" asked Twilight.

"Some apple tea, hope yall' don't mind." replied Applejack turning back to face the stove.

Twilight looked at me in astonishment. She knew I had been right about the cider.

"I want to play with Apple Bloom!" shouted the little orange pegasus.

"Me too, me too!" shouted the white unicorn filly jumping out of her seat.

The little white unicorn began to hop about the room.

"Sweetie Belle, that isn't proper," said Rarity angrily.

"But I'm so bored," moaned Sweetie Belle.

Rarity shrugged her shoulders.

"Why do you have to be so difficult, you don't see your little friend Scootaloo acting this way."

In direct response to Rarity's comment, the young orange pegasus Scootaloo got out of her seat and began to hop about the room.

"I'm bored too," said Scootaloo jumping up and down next to Rarity, "I want to play outside with Apple Bloom."

"Scootaloo! Sweetie Belle! I am appalled by your behavior right now! We are guests in somepony else's house," scolded Rarity.

"It's okay Rarity," said Applejack still stirring the pot behind me, "why don't you kids go outside and play. Maybe you'll find Apple Bloom out there."

"Very well, go ahead," replied Rarity to the little ones.

The two fillies hopped to the other side of the room. Running past Granny Smith the two young ponies opened a screen door and went outside. How hadn't I noticed that screen door? All I needed to do was get out through that exit too. Once outside I could flap my wings and fly as far as I physically could.

"Tea's ready," said Applejack.

Applejack placed several cups of tea on the table. Rarity and Twilight used their magical horns to raise the teacups to their lips while Applejack just slurped her's down off the table with her mouth. Nopony seemed to care that I couldn't drink my tea.

"So Applejack," said Twilight, "Derpy here told me she was in your barn today."

Still slurping her tea Applejack looked up in shock and spit a fine mist into the air. She gagged as she tried to respond.

Twilight you idiot, I thought. Applejack was sure to kill us all now! It was now or never, I had to make my escape. I kicked the table over and galloped to the door. Before I could get to open it something struck me across the face. I landed on my back. As my vision cleared I saw the barrel of a shotgun in my face. I was sure I was going to be blown away at any moment.

"Get up," I heard a voice say.

I looked up, it was Granny Smith. She had struck me with the double barrel shotgun and now had it pointed at my chest.

Granny Smith pushed the double barrel against me hard. I shuffled across the floor on my side until my back hit the door. I slowly sat up against the screen as Granny Smith ran the shotgun barrel over my chest and into my neck.

"What is going on here!?" I heard Rarity screech.

"Applejack! What is this!" shouted Twilight, "For God's sake Granny Smith put the gun down!"

I peered over at Applejack. She was still coughing.

"What the fuck Twilight!" screamed Applejack in a raspy tone, "Twilight! Rarity! What did this bitch tell you!?"

Applejack was pointing at me. I was shaking so profusely that I thought I was going to have a heart attack. The gun barrel was cold as ice against my neck.

"Applejack, cool down," said Twilight, "what did we do? What did anypony do?"

Applejack ran her hooves through her hair. She removed the scrunchie from her pony tail and let her golden mane hang down. Tossing her hair back she looked toward Granny Smith.

"They know everything," said Granny Smith in a deranged voice, "they know."

"Know what!" cried Rarity.

"I really didn't want to have to resort to this Twilight," said Applejack picking up a cast iron skillet from the counter, "but what exactly did Derpy tell you?"

I could tell Twilight was frightened, perhaps even more frightened than myself. I leaned forward and tried to get Twilight's attention. I didn't want her to say a thing to Applejack. Noticing my efforts Granny Smith jammed the gun barrel harder into my neck. I could hardly breathe.

"Applejack," shouted Twilight, "we're your friends! Don't do this!"

Just as I thought I was going to pass out from the pressure of the gun against my neck I saw Rarity bolt from the room. Granny Smith pulled the gun away from me and fired toward the fleeing Rarity. The shot was loud. Rarity screamed. I heard the wet thud of her bloody body hitting the floor in the hall.

"Aghhrr!" she groaned loudly.

I couldn't see her, but I new she had been hit badly. Twilight screamed a high pitched wail and cowered to the ground next to the overturned table. From her perspective Twilight could see Rarity in the hall. The look of horror on Twilight's face told me the situation was grim. Applejack staggered across the room and kicked Twilight in the head. Twilight cowered in tears on the ground as Applejack sauntered into the hall with the iron skillet in hoof.

I could hear the sound of blood pouring. I knew what Rarity was doing. I could hear her efforts to stand. It was like hearing a wet rag sloshing and splattering against the inside of a clogged sink. I could hear it, I still hear it. The sound of her hooves slipping under her blood soaked body as she tried to stand and run.

Rarity must have pulled herself quite far down the hall as I heard Applejack's hooves sloshing further and further away. The sloshing of Applejack's hooves through the hall bit at my sole as I pictured what the scene must have looked like.

Rarity couldn't speak. I knew she had probably been shot in the neck. It was the only way to explain how so much blood could have pooled so quickly in the hall to have made all that noise.

Then I heard Applejack stop walking. Rarity made a faint gurgling noise.

"Rarity," shouted Applejack, "look at what you have done to yourself!"

Applejack's sudden shout scared me so much I thought I was going to pass out at any second. I glanced over at Twilight. She was staring into the hall. Her pupils were like dots in her eyes as her mouth hung agape. Twilight lurched back suddenly and shrieked as the sound of metal striking flesh emanated from the hall. Bang! Bang! Splat! Splat! Splat! That was all I heard. It was the sound of Applejack pulverizing Rarity's face into the floor with the cast iron skillet. Twilight's face had turned pale and she begun to hyperventilate. I heard the sound of the skillet dragging across the wet floor as Applejack began to trot back toward the kitchen.

Granny Smith was still aiming the gun toward the hallway. As Applejack entered the room she raised the bloody pan over Twilight's head.

"You were supposed to be my friend!" shouted Applejack.

I looked at Twilight, our eyes locked. I could see she felt remorse for not believing me. In a flash of purple light Twilight vanished. I was stunned. The coward had teleported away to safety leaving me to die! Applejack and Granny Smith were shocked by the sudden disappearance of Twilight.

Taking advantage of the distraction I jumped to my back hooves and tackled Granny Smith. I wrenched the gun from her hooves and tossed it across the room. Applejack raised her skillet and was about to throw it at me. Horrified I turned and through myself against the screen door. The aluminum mesh tore and I tumbled through it. I fell onto the wooden porch outside. Clamoring to my feet I was about to make a mad dash to the street, but then I remembered Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle. They were still outside somewhere. I galloped around the yard but couldn't see them anywhere.

I was out of time. I had to save myself. I galloped away from the scene toward the road where the coach was sure to be waiting. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs for the armored pegasus guards!

As I ran further and further toward the front of the house I heard a shot ring out. I had been hit! As my back legs made contact with the ground I tripped and fell onto my face. I had just made it to the front yard. As I looked up I was horrified to see the stagecoach. It had been ransacked and the little dragon and the guards were gone. Tears began flowing down my face and unable to open my mouth I began to gag on my own saliva.

Glancing behind my shoulder I saw Applejack approaching fast. She was holding the shotgun. I struggled to my feet and limped as fast as I could toward the street. I had been hit in the left flank.

No longer able to run I fluttered my wings. My wing sprain was still too intense. I fluttered several feet off the ground and glided several yards down toward the road before my wings ultimately gave out. Stricken with severe pain I rolled onto my back. I was at the furthest end of the front yard, just feet from the open road. The sun shone brightly in my eyes, but Applejack's shadow soon blocked it out. The last thing I remember seeing was the stock of her gun cracking across my face.

(At this point the survivor is reluctant to resume her account of the murders. Agent Longtrot pleads with the survivor to recall the further details. The survivor rolls her wheelchair to the corner of the room and cries. The session is resumed after twenty minutes)

W-when I woke up it was dark. It was like the pitch darkness I had experienced the night I had crashed through the roof of the barn. I didn't know where I was or what time it might have been.

T-Then, the lights came on and- oh my God! No! Rarity, oh God! No!! P-put it down! Twilight! App- ahhhh! Ahhhh! (At this time the survivor reaches across the interrogation table and grabs Agent Longtrot by his suit. She is clearly in a delusional mental state. Today's session is permanently terminated)

-Report Notes:

Yesterday Agent Longtrot was able to extract vital information concerning the death of one of the victims of Case #136 from the survivor Ms. Hooves. During the investigation however, the survivor suffered a mental breakdown and was unable to finish her account of the murders. Today Ms. Hooves voluntarily agreed to be intravenously administered a powerful sedative called Dipovan to relieve the stress associated with the recollection of traumatic events.

Survivor's Account: Session 2

(Agent Longtrot asks the victim to continue her story from the point where she left off yesterday)

Yes, yes I'm feeling better, I can do this. So, Applejack struck me with the gun stock, and then I woke up in the-. No wait, I remember now. I didn't wake up in the basement initially. I woke up in the hallway.

I remember being dragged into the house through the front door. I was on my back and somepony, probably Applejack, was pulling me by my back legs. I remember the feeling of Rarity's blood on my body as I was dragged past her corpse. Her face was smashed in. I remember seeing it for the first time as I was pulled past it in the hall. That's when I blanked out - and stayed out.

(Agent Longtrot tells the survivor to express every event in its most specific detail)

You want details, fine I'll give you all the details you can handle. When I saw Rarity's body in the hall I noticed that she was shot in the neck just as I had thought. Her body was all red, hardly a hint of white was left. Her face was gone - just gone completely. The blood in the hallway was still warm and it was deep. It sloshed against my body as I was dragged through it. It was horrible.

When I woke up I was completely delusional. I had no idea if I'd been out for a few minutes or if I'd been out a few days. All I knew was somehow I was still alive.

When the lights came on, - this is where we left off yesterday by the way, I realized where I was and what was happening. I was in the basement of the farmhouse. The light was from several fluorescent fixtures built into the ceiling. The room was very well lit. My back was against the wall and my front hooves were tied over my head by rope. I was suspended off the ground by probably half a foot. I was shaking uncontrollably from fright. I remember tears streaming down my face as I tried to squirm loose from the rope.

The two stagecoach stallions were tied with chain to the wall directly in front of me. Their backs faced the wall and their legs were outstretched by chain so that their bodies resembled big X's. Their armor had been removed and I could see that they had received quite a beating. Their white coats were stained with spots of red. They struggled against their chains as I looked at them hopelessly.

To my left I noticed Twilight. She was hanging from her front hooves just as I was. She was unconscious. Her horn was cracked off at the base. I noticed her face was covered in vomit and her nose was dripping mucus. Her right eye was - mangled to say the least, open and mangled, there was no way she could see through it. I had never seen a pony's eye like that in my entire life.

To my right hung the little ones Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle. They were tied upside-down by rope and daggled just at my eye level. Just their left back legs were held by the ropes. Sweetie Belle dangled limply by her leg, I could see that she had given up hope. Her eyes were red and dripping with tears. Her white coat was stained with urine all the way from her back end to her neck.

Unlike Sweetie Belle, however, Scootaloo was still fighting. She fluttered her wings and buzzed about. She was crying also, but she just wouldn't give up. I could see that both of the fillies were on the brink of mental breakdowns given the severity of the situation we all knew we were in.

The little dragon Spike was chained by his neck to the base of the staircase to my right. He was completely wrapped in duct tape and unable to stand or even open his mouth. I guess he had put up quite a fight for them to have tied him that much.

Near the center of the room there was a stainless steel rectangular table. Rarity's corpse was sprawled over its surface so that her chest faced the ceiling. The table wasn't big enough for her whole body and her head hung off of the side facing me. Her upside-down mutilated face gazed directly at me.

Staring into the lifeless face reminded me that I was going to be killed soon, slaughtered like a pig. I knew that death was the end, and I didn't want to die, I didn't want any of us to die. I was scared. I couldn't control myself. So I pissed all over my tail. I don't give a shit what you think of me. I admit it, I pissed all over my fucking tail and I didn't care.

That room was a shit box. There were pieces of rotting flesh on the floor, puddles of blood, piss, and vomit. I don't know how we were able to survive the sights and smells of that room let alone the torture we were subjected to next. Yes, torture – we were tortured.

Applejack came down the stairs shortly after the lights in the room turned on. She was holding a corkscrew in her hoof.

She approached me and looked me in the eye. She then grabbed my face in between her hooves and made me look toward Twilight.

"See that, you flightless cunt," she said sinisterly, "that was my best friend in the whole fucking world."

Applejack then turned my head to face Rarity's body.
"You see that!?" she shouted letting go of me. Applejack walked toward the body. "This is the bitch who I always hated!" shouted Applejack, "I enjoyed bashing her head in! Bam! Bam! Bam! Over and over again!"

Applejack then jammed the corkscrew into the corpse. She tore it out and repeated the action several times until Rarity's stomach was ripped open.

The little fillies began to scream.

"Shut the fuck up!!" shouted Applejack running toward them in a rage. Splattered blood streamed down her face as she pounded the wall next to Sweetie Belle.

Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle stopped wailing. Their tiny bodies shivered against the wall in absolute terror. Another trickle of urine flowed down Sweetie Belle's neck and slowly dripped to the floor.

"You know what, that's it," said Applejack, "you stop your crying only to start pissing all over my fucking floor!? What do I look like a fucking janitor in need of work!?"

Applejack smacked Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle across their faces. The two fillies cried as their tiny bodies swung back and forth from the ceiling.

"Why are you doing this!?" sobbed Scootaloo covering her eyes. Applejack grabbed Scootaloo's dangling body in her hooves.

"Why!? Why!!?" shouted Applejack shaking the tiny pegasus. "Because I can!"
The deranged orange mare raised the corkscrew to Scootaloo's face.

"You see this?" asked Applejack menacingly.

"I will jab this into your back, twist it into your spine, and leave it in there if you say anything else to me tonight. Is that clear?"
Scootaloo clenched her eyes shut, covered her mouth, and nodded profusely. I could tell she regretted questioning Applejack.

"What's that?" asked Applejack cynically, "I can't understand you. Did I make myself clear or not!?"
Scootaloo slowly removed her hooves from over her mouth. With tears running down her face she hesitantly replied, "Y-yes."

"That's it," shouted Applejack turning the little filly to face the wall, "I told you not to say anything else to me tonight and you deliberately disobeyed me!"
Scootaloo screamed and flailed her legs in horror as Applejack pressed her chest against the wall.

"Sorry but you brought this onto yourself," said Applejack as she raised her hooves to Scootaloo's back.

The sick mare then pinched the skin under Scootaloo's wings between her hooves. The tiny pegasus wailed at the top of her lungs as Applejack toyed with her.
Applejack laughed and turned Scootaloo around again. As Scootaloo's body quivered in terror Applejack held the corkscrew to her face.

"Get a sense of humor kid, it was only a joke," said Applejack as she patted Scootaloo's head.

I wanted to hug Scootaloo so badly. The tiny pegasus choked back tears as Applejack turned away. That sick twisted mare had scared Scootaloo to within an inch of her life.

"That's enough fun for tonight," said Applejack turning away from the two fillies.

The twisted mare stammered to the table in the center of the room and plunged the corkscrew into Rarity's blood soaked chest. She then turned, leaving the weapon behind, and slowly walked up the stairs kicking Spike out of the way as she went.

I looked toward the little fillies strung up by rope. I wanted to say something to them to give them hope, to give them something. Then I heard Twilight cough and moan next to me. I turned to face her.

"Oh Derpy," cried Twilight, "this is my entire fault! I should have listened to you from the very start."

If my mouth wasn't sealed shut I would have told Twilight that it wasn't her fault. If anything it was all my fault. I shouldn't have told her anything about Apple Bloom's abuse, or the severed hoof in the barn. If I had just kept my big mouth shut, maybe this would not have happened.

"Twilight," said one of the royal stallions, "I've failed you."

"We've both failed you," said the other stallion.

"Armin… Ivan, you didn't fail me, nopony failed anypony," said Twilight choking back tears, "none of us expected this, none of us expec-"

Twilight looked at me with her one intact eye and burst into tears.

"Oh Derpy! Why didn't I listen to you!? Why, why, why…" she sobbed.

I wanted to comfort Twilight. She was probably the most severally injured out of all of us, both physically and emotionally.

Then came the sound we had all dreaded. The sound of heavy hoof beats stammering down the stairs. As the hoof beats got louder we all began to tense up. It was Big Macintosh. The giant red stallion wore a massive wooden yoke around his neck and a leather mask over his face. The mask was made out of what appeared to be equine skin, old tattered brown equine skin that had been recklessly stitched together. His black nose was the only part of his face that poked through that horrific mask.

As he reached the base of the stairs he stopped in his tracks and stood silently. He didn't say a word. He just stood there by the banister and glared at us.

Spike was desperately trying to squirm as far away as he could from the monster but the little dragon couldn't get far enough. Big Macintosh looked down at Spike. Then completely unprovoked the red stallion raised his hind leg and stomped Spike's head into the ground.

"Aaieeeee!" Screamed Twilight hysterically as Big Macintosh squashed Spike under his hoof. The purple unicorn convulsed against the wall spitting up vomit onto her chest. I closed my eyes, I couldn't bear it.

"Aahhhahaa!" cried Twilight gagging violently.

I could hear the sound of the baby dragon's flesh and bones being squashed into oblivion under the monster's hoof. Spike must have meant the world to Twilight the way she cried for him.

"He was just a baby," wailed Twilight, "my baby!"

Twilight was an emotional disaster. I gazed over at her. She was heartbroken. Her eyes, well her intact eye anyway, was pink from crying. Tears of sadness, hate, and anger flowed down her cheeks. Purple ooze dripped from the cracked off base of her horn followed by tiny useless white sparks. She was trying to perform a magic miracle I'm sure, but her efforts were in vein.

Applejack's hoof beats began to echo through the basement. The heartless pony descended the stairs to plague us once more.

"Eww, that's just nasty Big Mac," said Applejack stepping over the bloody pile of flesh that was once Spike.

The orange pony looked the masked monster in the face.

"I didn't tell you to kill any of them yet," scolded Applejack.

The massive Stallion grunted and stomped the ground with his left front hoof.

Applejack galloped over to Twilight noticing how grief stricken she was.

"Aw heck Twilight, I'm sorry about Spike," said Applejack apologetically, "I really would have preferred to have had him killed last, but you know how Big Macintosh is. Don't hold it against him okay."

That's when Applejack pulled out a knife. She trotted past me, glaring at me in the eye as she went. She then stood in front of the two daggling fillies. Scootaloo had given up her struggle and now hung limply next to Sweetie Belle. The two fillies had stopped wailing but tears still dripped from their eyes.

Applejack reared up onto her hind legs and grabbed Sweetie Belle's torso in her front hooves..

"Let go of her!" screamed Scootaloo.

Scootaloo tried to hold onto Sweetie Belle with her front hooves but Applejack pushed her aside. Applejack then used her knife to cut the rope that held Sweetie Belle to the ceiling. Applejack let Sweetie Belle drop to the floor. She landed with a thud and began wailing.

Applejack sauntered to the table in the middle of the room and stabbed the knife into Rarity's corpse; she then walked back and scooped Sweetie Belle up into her arms.

"Don't cry," said Applejack imitating Rarity's tone of voice. "It isn't proper to cry when one is a guest in another's home."

Applejack carried the frightened white unicorn filly to the table where Rarity's corpse lay. She then grasped Rarity's mane in her hoof and pulled. Applejack lifted Rarity's head for Sweetie Belle to see. She moved the head side to side and imitated Rarity's voice.

"Well hello there little sister," said Applejack holding Sweetie Belle to Rarity's face, "Aren't we just looking marvelous today?"

Applejack then forced Sweetie Belle's lower body into Rarity's torn open stomach. It was the most disturbingly bizarre action I had ever seen.

"I think we need to give you a bath, little sister," said Applejack still imitating Rarity's voice and manipulating her head.

Applejack then dropped Rarity's head back down over the table. It landed against the side with a thud. Applejack pushed Sweetie Belle's body deeper into her dead sister's mutilated corpse. Sweetie Belle's face was expressionless. I could tell she was in shock.

Applejack reached down under the table and removed a stainless steel cup that was filled with blood. She poured the blood over Sweetie Belle's head and rubbed it into her skin. Sweetie Belle's blood soaked mane hung down over her face. Her whole white body was now dyed completely red. Applejack picked Sweetie Belle up from the corpse by one of her front legs. The insane mare then screamed into her face.

"Aahhhhhh!!" she shouted into Sweetie Belle's face, "you look just like an apple!"

Sweetie Belle didn't make a sound or move a mussel. Her tail was curled up under her legs and her ears were pinned down over her head, she was literally scared stiff.
Applejack held Sweetie Belle in the air and jabbed at her gut with her hoof.

"What's the matter with you, can't talk?" questioned Applejack jabbing Sweetie Belle again.
The little filly coughed and moaned loudly.

"Aw, is there something stuck in your throat?" asked Applejack sarcastically.
Big Macintosh trotted to the other side of the room and removed a wooden broom from the corner. He snapped the handle off in his mouth and brought the splintered wooden piece to Applejack.

"Good thinking Big Mac," said Applejack taking the broken handle, "this should clear her throat."

"Oh God," shouted one of the royal guards in front of me, "this is madness!" The white pegasus Ivan strained against his chains and cursed at the top of his lungs.

"Fuck you ponies, fuck you murdering psycop-!"

Big Macintosh turned and landed a double back kick to the guard's chest, ending his shouts. With the wind knocked out of him Ivan gasped for air.

"Shut up," said Applejack to the guard, "who do you think you are, King Leonidas?"

Applejack then turned to face my direction. She poked Sweetie Belle in the side with the splintered end of the broken broom handle.

"Come on," said Applejack, "make some noise."

Sweetie Belle was silent.

"I said make some fucking noise!!" screamed Applejack plunging the splintered handle into Sweetie Belle's ribs.

Sweetie Belle shrieked. The weapon had pierced her side right in between her ribs. As blood pored from the wound Sweetie Belle cried out in pain. Applejack pressed the splintered wood deeper into Sweetie Belle's flesh. The filly's legs flailed and she clenched her eyes and mouth.

Applejack removed the splintered wood from the wound with a quick jerk of her hoof. Blood pumped rhythmically from the wound in weak spurts.

"Oh, Big Macintosh," moaned Applejack, "look at that."

Big Macintosh stomped the ground with his front hooves in a deranged state of excitement.

As Sweetie Belle squirmed in Applejack's hooves the sick orange pony deliberately dropped her to the ground. Her bloodied body landed with a splat, like a wet rag hitting the floor.

As the injured unicorn flailed on the ground I could see Applejack and Big Macintosh were becoming sadistically aroused by the sight. Applejack began to… touch herself.

Applejack sat down next to the bloodied Sweetie Belle and watched as she struggled to stand. The sadistic Applejack deliberately knocked the little filly onto her back. Applejack then struck Sweetie Belle over the nose with the splintered end of the broom handle. The filly's nose cracked and oozed blood as she rolled onto her side.

I knew the pain of a broken nose all to well, but I couldn't imagine what it must have been like for such a young filly to experience it.

Applejack struck Sweetie Belle again with the handle, this time across her right ear. Sweetie Belle was wailing loudly. Applejack struck her again and again until her cries ceased. Picking up the silenced body Applejack shook Sweetie Belle violently in her hooves.

By now Sweetie Belle was hardly breathing. Angered, Applejack took the blunt end of the broken handle and put it into Sweetie Belle's mouth. The young unicorn gagged. Applejack then slowly pushed the wooden rod down her throat. The filly's eyes widened from shock and she grabbed the handle in between her hooves. She clawed desperately at the wooden handle, trying with all her energy to stop Applejack from pushing it further into her mouth. Despite Sweetie Belle's efforts, Applejack slowly impaled the tiny pony, forcing the long wooden handle all the way down inside of her. Sweetie Belle's body finally went limp as the end of the handle broke through her insides and slowly slid out her anus. (At this time Ms. Hooves is asked to allow Agent Longtrot a short break from the session as he has clearly been overcome by the story. The session is resumed after ten minutes).

Well you told me to go into specific detail! This is what actually happened to us, this is the truth! If you can't stomach the truth then you shouldn't have become a cop. (Agent Longtrot apologizes for his conduct and the session is resumed)

Sweetie Belle was dead – impaled from end to end. The sharp splintered end of the handle protruded a foot out of her mouth and the blunt end protruded several inches out her backside. Applejack stood up and held the splintered end in her hoof raising Sweetie Belle's corpse into the air like an Olympic torch for us all to see.

Big Macintosh was clearly very excited. Saliva dripped from his mouth from under his mask as he began trotting in circles around Applejack. He raised his front hooves over her back but she pushed him away. I think he wanted to mate with her.

"Hold your horses," giggled Applejack putting her hoof up to Big Macintosh's masked face, "we do that too often. Why don't you try one of them out for a change?"

Applejack was pointing to the wall Twilight, me, and Scootaloo were against.

The red monster trotted toward us. As he looked us over I saw Applejack walk to the other side of the room where the two stallions Ivan and Armin were chained. She dropped Sweetie Belle's impaled body and then wrapped her front hooves over Ivan's neck. He was the stallion directly in front of me, the one who had protested just before. Applejack slammed her mouth over his and grabbed his crotch. Ivan's pupils dilated to almost the size of his eyes. He groaned and struggled against his chains.

I looked to my left. Big Macintosh was staring at Twilight. He put out his hoof and turned her outstretched body so that her belly faced the wall. Twilight was shaking profusely as the red stallion caressed her back with his hoof.

I looked away. Seeing Ivan on the other side of the room I noticed that he had begun to complain again.

"Get the fuck away from me you crazy bitch!" he shouted pulling at his chains.

"Why?" questioned Applejack sinisterly, "are you a faggot!?"

Applejack kicked Ivan in the crotch and then kneed him in the stomach.

"Ahhhag!" groaned Ivan spitting up a small amount of vomit onto the floor.

Applejack then turned her attention to Armin, the other white stallion.

Before I could tell what else was happening something struck me across my left flank. Before I knew it I was facing the wall. Big Macintosh had passed up Twilight and was now inspecting me. I was beyond shocked, the thought of this monster having his way with me just made me want to kill myself and be done with it already.

I felt his hoof caress my back just like I had seen him do to Twilight. With nothing else to do I glanced over at the purple unicorn to my right. Still facing the wall her body dangled motionless. Her head was turned to face me, she was looking at me. I looked her in the eye. I could tell she was loosing her will to fight.

My tail was still wet with urine and the scent must have been attracting for the red stallion. I felt Big Macintosh's nose go in between my legs. The sensation made me jump. He pressed his cold dripping nose violently against my vagina and sniffed. If I could have screamed I would have. He pulled away quickly and sneezed. It was that time of the month for me - I was in heat, and I could tell that somehow he knew.

I heard the beast rear up onto his hind legs. Then his front hooves came crashing down on either side of the wall in front of me. My body tensed up as I felt his erect penis in between my legs. The cold dripping thing poked and prodded my rear end before stopping directly over my vaginal opening. Then I felt a sensation that I hand never felt before. The beast thrust his penis into me. The long cold shaft chilled my insides all the way up to my stomach. I could feel it, thrusting deeper and deeper.
The beast's heaving chest pressed hard up against my body. His head was bent over my neck and he breathed heavily on the left side of my face. He thrust his hips and his penis jerked violently out of me and then in again. With every thrust of his powerful hips he pounded me harder against the wall. I'd never been raped before. It was the worst feeling I had ever felt. It wasn't right. I was a much smaller horse than he was. He was too big for me. I clenched my eyes from the feeling of the oversized penis stretching my vagina beyond the point it should have been. My lower body went completely numb.

He slid his hooves off the wall and wrapped them around my waist. He squeezed me and pushed himself deeper into my body. My loins quivered and began to feel hot and tingly. I hated my body. I instinctively pushed my lower legs against the wall sticking my rump out to give the beast greater access. Why was I doing this!? Why was this suddenly starting to feel so good, I didn't want to have sex with him. I felt like I was going to throw up, I was a dirty slut of a pony.

I gasped with every thrust he made into me. My wings were stiff and stuck out. Why was I so painfully aroused by all of this? It wasn't fair I thought. I was a mare and there was a stallion inside of me – of coarse I was going to be aroused.

Big Macintosh suddenly made one last final thrust into my loins. His lower body pressed hard against my lower back while he squeezed me tightly in his hooves. I felt the throbbing of his penis inside of me and then the rhythmic spurts of hot seamen gushing within. I hung my head, devastated. Looking down at my shivering body I saw the pulsating lump in my belly where Big Macintosh's penis was still violently ejaculating. I could see my tears hitting the floor under me. Then the big stallion let go. He pushed me away and I lowered my hind legs from the wall.

As Big Macintosh's removed himself from me, I saw a big glob of his seamen slosh down to the floor under my body. As big Macintosh trotted away I felt the rest of his sperm slowly oozing down the sides of my legs. This was the first time somepony had had sex with me. I wanted to kill myself.

I looked over at Twilight. She had seen the whole horrible thing. Tears streamed down her face as she choked back sobs. I knew she felt my pain.

Glancing to my left I saw Scootaloo. The little orange pegasus was completely catatonic. Her mouth was agape and dripping saliva. Her eyes stared blankly in front of her and her tiny wings were stuck out stiff on either side of her body. What was wrong with her? I realized then that she too had seen the entire sickening act. She was just a young filly. I couldn't imagine what she must have thought when Big Macintosh had his way with me right next to her.

That's when something grabbed me from behind.

"Well it looks like you've just had yourself a good time," said the voice.

It was Applejack. She held my lower legs together and turned my body to face the other way again. I looked down at her. Applejack's face was covered in white slime. I looked across the room. I could tell Applejack had probably just raped Armin or done some other horrible things to him. The white stallion's genitals were exposed, limp and wet.

Applejack rubbed her front hoof over my belly and slowly brought it down to just above my loins. Still holding my legs together, Applejack slid her hoof in between my thighs. She then violently rubbed my vagina. I could feel the blood rushing to my face. She removed her dripping hoof and put it to her mouth. She licked the seamen off of it.

"I don't care much for sex," she said spreading my legs open, "but I like to suck what's left over from it."

Applejack then clamped her mouth over my genitals. I tried to push her away but she wouldn't let go of me. She wrapped her hooves over my legs and buried her face in me. Her tongue was rough and the feeling of it against me made that tingly sensation in my body start up again. I looked around the room. The others were looking at me. As I made eye contact with the stallions across the room they looked away. Twilight was still facing the wall.

As Applejack had her way with me I began to hear the faint sound of hoof beats coming down the stairs. It was Apple Bloom! The little filly crept slowly down the stairs and looked around the room in horror. She then hid under the table in the center of the room.

Big Macintosh walked past me. As he neared the table at the center of the room he leaned over it and removed the knife Applejack had stabbed into Rarity's body. He approached Twilight and cut the rope that tied her to the ceiling. Twilight fell to the floor. With the broken rope still knotted around her front hooves Twilight struggled to stand, but immediately fell over. Big Macintosh grabbed the unicorn by the hair and picked her up off the ground. He then slammed her body into the wall.

Applejack removed her face from in between my legs and punched me in the gut. I gasped and coughed violently from the strike. She then turned to face Big Macintosh.

"Big Macintosh, what the heck are you doing!?" shouted Applejack, "Don't you know who that is? You can't kill my best friend by throwing her against the wall! She deserves a more memorable death than that."

Twilight cowered on the ground while Big Macintosh slowly trotted away. Applejack then walked to the table in the center of the room and shoved Rarity's corpse off of it. Rarity's mutilated body landed on the floor right next to her impaled younger sister.

Applejack dragged the struggling Twilight across the floor and shoved her onto the table. Twilight screamed and began struggling while Applejack held her down.

"Big Macintosh!" shouted Applejack, "Can you please come back here and help me restrain this bitch!?"
I looked around the room. Big Macintosh had vanished. I hadn't heard him go upstairs, where could he have gone? I was confused and terrified of the unknown. I began to think Big Macintosh might very well be a demon ghost, perhaps the devil incarnate himself!

That's when I heard a faint whistle. I couldn't tell where it was coming from at first but then I heard it again. It was coming from under the table. I saw Apple Bloom's yellow nose poking out from underneath. Apple Bloom was trying to signal something to me. The tiny filly's snout poked out from under the table just enough for me to see her. She hinted with her nose to an area behind the stairs that was blocked from my line of sight. What did Apple Bloom want to tell me? Just then I saw Big Macintosh appear from just where Apple Bloom had hinted at. Was there a door over there that led somewhere? I didn't know.

The masked red monster walked back into the room from behind the stairs holding a long length of rope. He walked to Applejack and together they picked up Twilight and laid her onto her stomach. Applejack cut the rope binding Twilight's two front hooves as the purple unicorn struggled in vein to get off the table. Big Macintosh grabbed Twilight's lower legs and spread them over the two back edges of the table. The two murderous ponies tied each of Twilight's legs individually with rope over each corner of the table until she was completely immobilized.

Despite her situation Twilight hadn't given up hope. She strained hard against the ropes. Big Macintosh walked back to the area behind the stairs while Applejack began to massage Twilight's shoulder's with her hooves.

"You're so tense hun," said Applejack massaging Twilight's neck, "you really need to learn to relax."

Twilight's face had turned from fear and remorse to anger and hate. The unicorn's broken horn once again began dripping purple liquid as it began to let off tiny useless white sparks. Twilight held her breath, clenched her eye, and strained her body over the table. Her neck arched upward until her face turned red. The tiny sparks emanating from her broken horn grew in number until a single massive spark suddenly jolted. The spark was gigantic almost like a bolt of lightning. It flashed across the room in a thunderous roar trough Applejack's body, sending her flying backward.

I never knew Twilight was so powerful. Applejack's body fell backward over Rarity's corpse and landed with a crack.

Still in a state of extreme concentration Twilight clenched all of her muscles. I could tell that all the rage that had been building up inside of her was about to be released. She suddenly opened her one intact eye. I'd never seen anything like it. Her pupil was no longer normal, it now glowed a bright, entirely white light. Twilight shrieked. A shockwave of energy exploded from her broken horn. The wave shattered the chains binding the two guards and shook the entire room. As dust and chunks of cement fell from the walls and ceiling Armin and Ivan landed on their hooves, free at last.

The shockwave hadn't freed me from my ropes, but seeing the guards standing in the room made me realize that all was not lost after all, we still had a fighting chance. Twilight's one intact eye was shimmering a heavenly white glow that cast light throughout the entire room. The two white stallions galloped over to the table to free Twilight from her bondage. Armin began untying Twilight's back legs while Ivan struggled to free her front.

The guards were fools. They had assumed Applejack was dead. I wanted to scream. I wanted to tell the guards that Applejack was still moving.

While the guards were untying Twilight I saw Applejack reaching for something under herself. It was the splintered broom handle that she had used to impale Sweetie Belle.

Applejack rose to her back hooves and shook Sweetie Belle's impaled corpse from the makeshift spear. Armin turned to face Applejack. The large white stallion was full of rage. He stomped his hooves and charged toward Applejack. Applejack assumed a defensive stance but Armin's power was too great, he slammed his body into Applejack knocking her in the face with his front hooves. Despite the blow Applejack lurched forward and grabbed the stallion's mane. She swung herself around until she was behind the furious pegasus.

As Armin turned to face Applejack once more the murderous mare lunged toward him with the spear. Armin reared up onto his back legs and kicked Applejack in the face. Struck in the mouth by the heavy blow, Applejack's head shot backwards. The deranged orange pony spewed blood as she fell to the ground with a thud.

I glanced across at the opposite side of the room. Twilight had been freed. She threw down her ropes and looked up. Ivan helped her off the table. The purple unicorn turned to face the bloodied body of Applejack. Was she dead? Twilight then glanced up and looked at me. I smiled at her and her frown turned into a joyous grin. Ivan stood by her side and hugged her, he then glanced toward Armin. Armin gazed back at Ivan with a smirk. The two stallions galloped to each other and hugged. Ivan held Armin tight and the two pegasi cried tears of joy in each others embrace.

I glanced over at Scootaloo. The orange filly was moving again. She was going to be okay. Seeing the joy in the room I immediately thought that this was a dream, this couldn't have been happening - it was too good.

Picking up the knife from off the ground, Twilight rushed over to me. Smiling with joy she jumped and cut the rope that had tied my front legs to the ceiling. Landing on my feet I held out my bound front hooves. Twilight cut the rope and freed me. Finally free from the ropes I jumped forward and embraced Twilight. I squeezed her tight. She hugged me firmly against her body as tears of joy streamed down my face. Letting go of me, Twilight rushed over to Scootaloo and cut the rope holding her to the ceiling. Twilight dropped the knife and embraced the tiny pegasus.

Scootaloo was not joyful. Unlike the rest of us, Scootaloo's face was still stricken with unbridled horror. Poor Scootaloo, I thought. I could tell she had been emotionally scarred.

I glanced at the two white stallions still in each others embrace. Armin kissed Ivan on the cheek. I realized then that the two pegasus stallions were probably a couple. Seeing the two stallion's love for each other I suddenly felt a warm glow building up in my chest. It was a good feeling. I had never felt a greater understanding of life and love than I did on that day. Ironically the worst day of my life was quickly becoming one of my most inspirational.

I had realized at that moment that every single one of us stood for the same thing. Even though we all had our own separate lives to live, and even though we had all suffered our own different losses - in the end we were all still the same. We all stood for love, we all stood for life, and we all stood for each other.

No sooner had that thought crossed my mind when I heard a loud roar emanate throughout the room. I couldn't tell what it was or where it was coming from. The sound got louder and louder. Suddenly Big Macintosh burst from the hidden area behind the stairs. That's when I realized what the noise was. It was the sound of a chainsaw.

Big Macintosh charged into the room swinging the saw violently in front of him with every step. He lunged toward the two stallions. He was about to run Ivan through when Armin grabbed Ivan's mane and threw him out of the way. Armin then tackled Big Macintosh. Ivan fell to the floor in shock. Big Macintosh brought the chainsaw down toward Armin's neck. Armin grabbed Big Macintosh's front hooves. The white stallion fiercely held Big Macintosh's saw back.

Scootaloo jumped onto Twilight's back and we all rushed to the farthest corner of the room while the stallions fought. Armin was going to make it. He had Big Macintosh's saw in his hooves and was slowly pushing it closer and closer to Big Macintosh's head.

That's when I saw Applejack on the ground. She had removed the corkscrew from Rarity's corpse.

"Look out!" shouted Twilight

Applejack slashed Armin's lower legs with the corkscrew. Surprised by the attack Armin lost his grip on Big Macintosh's saw and began to fall backward. Big Macintosh charged forward slamming Armin to the ground. As Armin was falling Applejack grabbed the splintered broom handle from next to her and stood it on its end. The makeshift spear drove itself through the center of Armin's back as he fell to the ground. The white stallion's chest ripped open. Pieces of his ribs and spine shot out of his skin like broken twigs as he was skewered by the deadly weapon.

Just a few feet away Ivan had clamored back to his hooves.

"No!" shouted Ivan spewing saliva into the air, "I'll fucking kill you!"

In a hellish rage Ivan threw himself at Big Macintosh.

Big Macintosh swung the chainsaw toward the white stallion. The saw struck Ivan across the shoulder. The spinning rusty blade tore through Ivan's flesh in seconds. Blood gushed from his wound as the white stallion fell to the floor.

Seeing her chance Applejack sprang forward and plunged her corkscrew into Ivan's neck. The pegasus kicked his hooves up in defense as blood gushed to the ceiling in powerful spurts from the wound. Ivan's eyes were bloodshot from rage as he kicked Applejack away.

With the corkscrew still imbedded in his neck Ivan staggered to his hooves. Seeing Applejack hadn't taken care of the situation, Big Macintosh charged forward and drove his chainsaw into Ivan stomach.

As Ivan slumped to the floor Big Macintosh accelerated the saw. Pitch black smoke roared out of the machine's exhaust pipe as it ripped the white pegasus to pieces. The saw cut right through Ivan's body. The blade exploded out of his neck spraying blood and pieces of ripped flesh everywhere.

Ivan's steaming mutilated remains came to rest by Armin's side. The two guards lay next to each other in a bloody heap.

Applejack rose to her feet and pulled the corkscrew from what was left of Ivan's neck. She held it up. She and Big Macintosh then began to approach us. This was it - we were going to die horribly.

Suddenly I heard an angry roar. It wasn't from Big Macintosh. It was from Armin. As Big Macintosh staggered past Armin's body the mortally wounded pegasus tore the wooden spear from his chest with his front hooves. In one final act of heroism Armin plunged the spear into Big Macintosh's lower leg. Dropping the saw Big Macintosh fell to the floor in pain.

Applejack pounced on Armin and tore his neck open with the corkscrew.

As the white pegasus was being mutilated by Apple Jack I saw a sight I never thought I'd ever see. It was Apple Bloom. The yellow filly emerged from under the table. Wielding a large knife in her mouth Apple Bloom dashed toward Applejack.

Apple Bloom ran the blade across Applejack's back legs. With her ankles cut and bleeding Applejack screamed and fell to the floor. Just then the door at the top of the stairs swung open. In the doorway stood Granny Smith - she was wielding the double barrel shotgun.

"Oh, no you don't," said Granny Smith pointing the gun toward us.

The old mare fired the gun. The shot ricocheted off the wall behind me as I duct for cover. How could we escape? I glanced over at Apple Bloom. She spit out the knife as she ran past the base of the staircase.

"Hurry," she screamed looking toward us, "this way!"

Apple Bloom was running to the area behind the staircase. There had to be an escape through there.

I wanted to run, but I found myself frozen with fright. I looked at Twilight. She was shaking like a leaf. We were both too terrified to move. That's when Scootaloo reached down from Twilight's back and smacked me across the face.

"Let's go!" she shouted.

I grabbed Twilight's mane and pulled. She got the message and ran. Despite my injured leg I began to run too. Scootaloo clung to Twilight's mane as we ran toward Apple Bloom. As we dashed past the stairs Granny Smith took another shot at us. Scootaloo shrieked.

We didn't have time to stop. Big Macintosh was beginning to get up. Reaching the area behind the stairs we discovered Apple Bloom had opened a door in the wall. Apple Bloom ran through the small door and we followed quickly behind.

"You can escape through this passage!" shouted Apple Bloom, "Come on you can make it!"

I was running next to Twilight. Scootaloo was still clinging to her back. The little filly had been hit by a single buckshot round in the front leg. It didn't look serious.

As we ran through the dark underground passage the sound of Big Macintosh's chainsaw began to echo behind us. I glanced over my shoulder. The deranged beast was quickly charging toward us on his back legs. He was swinging the blood drenched machine in the air over his head.

Reaching the end of the passageway we came to a wooden staircase. Apple Bloom climbed up first. As I rushed to the top I discovered there was a cellar door above us. Apple Bloom pushed her hooves against the metal door. It didn't open. I put my front hooves over my head and pushed with all my strength. The door wouldn't budge. I heard the roar of Big Macintosh's chainsaw getting louder and louder.

Twilight shook my mane.

"Lets kick it," she shouted, "with our back hooves!"

I got the message loud and clear. We both stood on our front legs pointing our back hooves upward under the door.

Just as Big Macintosh was entering our sight Twilight gave me the signal to kick.

"Now!" she screamed.

We both kicked the door at the same time. The double door exploded open. We fell to our hooves. Big Macintosh was just reaching the base of the staircase. Unable to scream I turned to escape. We all clamored through the opening.

As soon as I pulled myself up through the door I slammed the two steel panels down. Twilight grabbed a large wooden plank from the floor next to us and together we shoved it into the two outer handles of the rusted door. A moment after we secured the door Big Macintosh slammed against it. Dust filled the air as the large stallion pounded against the secured hatch. The cellar door held strong against the beast's efforts.

As I stepped away from the door I noticed that it was unusually dark outside. That's when I walked into something soft. It was a haystack. We weren't outside at all. We were inside the barn. The scene was all too familiar. It reminded me of the previous night when I had found myself in this very room.

Oh God, I thought suddenly. I ran to the front of the barn and pressed my hooves against the door. It was locked tight!

Twilight galloped to my side and pushed the door.

"It won't open!" shouted Twilight.

"How do we get out of here!?" screamed Scootaloo.

"Oh no, "shouted Apple Bloom, "the front door is the only way out!"

It was so dark I could hardly see where everypony was. The cellar door slammed again as Big Macintosh tried to break through. Break through! The window! We could break through the window! How was I going to tell everypony my idea?

As I approached Twilight to try and explain to her, a high pitched grinding sound erupted. I glanced toward the cellar door at the back of the barn. Orange sparks were flying into the air from the door. Big Macintosh had slid the chainsaw in between the metal door panels and they began to spark. The monster was beginning to cut through the wooden plank that was securing the door!

I grabbed Twilight and showed her to the window next to the front of the haystack.

"We need to break it!" said Twilight as she reared up on her hind legs to get a better look. As Twilight stood on her back hooves Scootaloo slipped off of her.

"My leg," moaned Scootaloo as she hit the ground, "oh, my leg."

"Scootaloo!" shouted Apple Bloom.

The yellow filly embraced the orange pegasus.

"Are you okay?" Apple Bloom asked lovingly.

"Get away from me!" screamed Scootaloo pushing Apple Bloom with her hoof.

Scootaloo sobbed, "What are you!? How can you live here with these monsters!?"

Apple Bloom backed away. She hid her head and galloped to the other side of the barn.

I nudged Scootaloo with my nose. She rose to her hooves but quickly collapsed back to the ground. Her leg wound must have caused her a tremendous pain.

With the sound of grinding metal still piercing my ears I glanced over at Twilight. She was lifting a wooden crate. Raising the heavy container over her head Twilight hurled it into the window. The glass shattered.

"Lets go!" shouted Twilight.

The purple unicorn kicked the remaining shards of glass from the window frame and jumped out. No, I thought. She was abandoning me again.

I nudged Scootaloo with my hoof. The little filly couldn't stand. If I could have picked her up in my mouth and carried her I would have, but my mouth was still sealed shut.

As the sound of the chainsaw began to die down I reached across Scootaloo's back with my hooves. I delicately opened her tiny wings and moved them up and down. The little pegasus turned with tears in her eyes and looked at me. I turned and fluttered my wings for her to see.

That's when Big Macintosh burst through the cellar door. He stammered up into the room and revved the roaring chainsaw over his head. I glanced down. The orange pegasus was gone. That's when something nudged my ear. It was Scootaloo! She was buzzing in the air next to me.

"Lets get out of here," she said smiling at me.

Scootaloo flew out the window and vanished into the night sky.

I was the last one left. As Big Macintosh staggered toward me I dug my front hooves into the ground. I galloped toward the open window and jumped. It was an insult of a jump. I hadn't generated enough force to make it all the way through. It was déjà vu. As my body flew through the window my back legs smashed hard against the frame. My body was forced downward. I was a clumsy fool. My face was going to hit the ground again. I clenched my eyes shut and braced for impact.

Unexpectedly, instead of striking a cold hard surface I felt something warm embrace me. I opened my eyes. I had landed in Twilight's arms. She had caught me. She had been waiting outside for me the entire time.

As Twilight lowered me to my hooves I began to feel a little guilty. I shouldn't have thought Twilight to be a coward. I hugged Twilight. She hugged me back and we squeezed each other tight. Tears ran down our faces. We hardly even knew each other, but in that moment we were like sisters.

The moment was short lived as Big Macintosh quickly reached the window. Instead of climbing through the open frame the red monster drove the chainsaw into the wall and quickly began carving through it. This was our chance to escape. The open road was just across the yard in front of the barn.

Twilight began to run. I took a step to join her, but my back leg gave out under me. I could no longer run. I fluttered my wings, but it was useless. I couldn't fly either. I limped as fast as I could behind Twilight.

Looking back at me with her one intact eye Twilight realized I wasn't moving fast enough to escape. She turned back to help me. She lifted my right front leg over her shoulder and began to help me run. It was useless. Together we were slower than I was just by myself. I couldn't slow down Twilight from her escape so I let go of her.

I continued to limp as fast as I could. Even though she was free to run Twilight slowed down and stayed by my side. I wanted to scream at her, I wanted to tell her to run like the wind, to get out of there as fast as she could.

Big Macintosh was almost through the wall. I knew I wasn't moving fast enough to escape him.

"Please Derpy," cried Twilight, "please run! I don't want to go on without you!"

Tears flowed down my cheeks. I couldn't run. Why did Twilight have to make me feel so bad? The purple unicorn ran in front of me. She turned around almost as if she expected me to have caught up to her.

"Derpy please," she cried, "we're so close!"

As Twilight turned to round the corner to the front of the barn a baseball bat cracked her across the face. I gasped in horror. What was this? I soon realized what had happened. Applejack emerged from behind the front facing wall of the barn. She had struck Twilight just as she had turned the corner.

As Twilight fell to the floor I realized Applejack's weapon was no ordinary baseball bat. The weapon was wrapped in black tape and had nails sticking out the end. It was a homemade mace. The nails of the mace had embedded in Twilight's head. The purple unicorn writhed in pain on the ground.

I stopped in my tracks. Applejack looked at me. The deranged orange pony was covered in blood. She walked over Twilight and jammed her hoof into the unicorn's neck. Twilight screamed in pain as Applejack yanked the weapon loose from just under her left eye socket. Blood spurted from Twilight's mutilated face as the unicorn moaned on the ground in horror.

Just then I heard the sound of wood splintering behind me. Big Macintosh had broken through the wall. As the blood-red stallion emerged from the barn he threw his chainsaw over his head and revved the engine. Big Macintosh was no more than thirty paces away from me.

Just then I saw Apple Bloom run out of the hole Big Macintosh had just made in the wall. She grabbed Big Macintosh's left back hoof.

"Please don't hurt them big brother!" cried Apple Bloom.

Big Macintosh looked down at Apple Bloom. He then shook her from his hoof. The tiny filly covered her ears and cowered as Big Macintosh slowly staggered toward me and Twilight. The giant beast swung the chainsaw over his head and roared in a hellish rage.

I looked back at Twilight and Applejack. Twilight was still on the ground. Applejack laughed cynically. The deranged pony raised the nail laden baseball bat over Twilight's head. I knew Twilight was going to be killed at any moment.

As I watched in horror at the sight something shot through the air next to me. The streaking orange blur struck Applejack in the head. It was Scootaloo! The tiny filly dive-bombed Applejack. Just as she struck Applejack I saw a flash of light burst from Scootaloo's body. The tiny pegasus then landed on Applejack's head.

Scootaloo clamped her jaws over Applejack's right ear and pulled her mane. Confused as to what was attacking her Applejack swung her mace blindly in the air.

While Scootaloo assaulted Applejack I rushed to Twilight's side. Big Macintosh was almost upon us.
I wanted to scream at Twilight to get up. I pulled her mane and she rose to her hooves.

"Ahhhahha!" cried Twilight, "who's there? Derpy please tell me it's you!"

It was then that I realized Twilight was now completely blind. Her one good eye had been impaled by the mace and was now useless.

I didn't know how to make Twilight know it was me. I couldn't communicate with her anymore now that she couldn't see my gestures. I reached out and shook her hoof. I could see that Twilight was confused. She then turned and took off running. No Twilight! I wanted to scream at her. In confusion she ran directly toward Big Macintosh.

Seeing his chance Big Macintosh swung his chainsaw toward her. Twilight was just barely grazed by the saw, but the contact only confused her more. She turned again and ran directly into the barn wall. Her body struck the wall with a thud. My heart sank as Twilight's body fell alongside the barn directly behind Big Macintosh.

I quickly glanced back at Applejack. Scootaloo was doing a great job. The tiny filly was tearing the deranged pony's mane out while Applejack swung her mace blindly in confusion.

I looked at Twilight again. She was on her back - leaning against the wall. By now Big Macintosh was standing right above her. Twilight's ears were back and her tail was curled up in between her legs. She looked around aimlessly as Big Macintosh brought the chainsaw down upon her.

Twilight screeched as the massive saw struck her lower body. She struggled to right herself as Big Macintosh sawed deeply into her back left thigh. By the time Twilight was able to crawl away from the wall her entire lower body was covered in blood and bits of mutilated flesh.

Big Macintosh toyed with Twilight - allowing her to crawl slowly in front of him. He must have taken sick pleasure from the sight of Twilight's suffering. The young unicorn's back leg was completely severed from her upper thigh. All that connected her lower leg to her body was a thin piece of tattered flesh and an elongated tendon.

Unbelievably, despite loosing one of her legs, Twilight rose to her remaining three hooves. She quickly limped away from the monster. Her severed leg trailed behind her as she desperately tried to escape.

"Please," shouted Twilight, "somepony, anypony, help me!"

Twilight coughed blood from her mouth and cried long high pitched wails.

"Oh Derpy," she cried, "where are you!"

I couldn't take it anymore. The sight of Twilight's mutilated body made me feel sick to my stomach. I couldn't let myself vomit. My mouth wasn't able to open enough to permit it. If I threw up in my mouth - it could drown me. I hid my head under my hooves.

Then I heard Twilight scream louder than I'd ever heard her scream before. I turned in alarm to see what was happening. Big Macintosh had knocked Twilight onto her back. As I watched in horror the red beast drove the chainsaw into her stomach. He didn't kill her. Instead he ripped a hole in her gut. He wanted to make her suffer. Dropping the chainsaw Big Macintosh stared down at Twilight. Blood and semi-digested green matter oozed from her torn belly.

The young unicorn squealed like a dying pig as the red beast grabbed her in his hooves. Big Macintosh held Twilight's back to his chest. He then crammed both of his hooves into her ruptured stomach and ripped it open. The purple unicorn's flesh tore apart. The flesh of her belly was peeled all the way back until it reached her spine. Blood spewed from Twilight's nose and mouth as her stomach and intestines spilled to the floor.

Twilight's chest billowed and her limbs stiffened as Big Macintosh crammed one of his front hooves inside of her disemboweled gut. The sadistic stallion thrust his hoof high up into Twilight's body.

With his hoof deep inside of her ribcage Big Macintosh grabbed at her insides and yanked them out. In a burst of red mist all of Twilight's vital organs were torn clean from her body.

As her steaming organs splattered to the floor under her, Twilight opened her mouth. Her chest heaved violently out and her body contorted. She had made her final gasp and now lay dead in her killer's hold. Pleased with his work the red stallion threw Twilight's empty corpse to the floor.

I was going to be sick. I could feel my stomach turning. I'm so glad I hadn't eaten anything since the day before. My eyes watered and I threw up. Stomach acid burned my throat as it burst upward into my mouth. The burning liquid gushed out from in between my teeth. I held my breath as the brown liquid slowly drained from my mouth. As the last drops of acid fell from my mouth I inhaled. I gagged and coughed behind clenched teeth. I'm so glad I hadn't eaten anything. As I regained my composure I noticed Applejack had dropped her club and was reaching over her head.

Scootaloo had clamped her mouth down securely over Applejack's right ear. Figuring out what was going on, Applejack put her hooves over her head and grabbed Scootaloo. With the tiny pegasus firmly in her grasp, Applejack pulled. Throwing Scootaloo from her head Applejack tore her own ear clean off.

Scootaloo landed with a thud against the wall of the barn. She opened her mouth. The flesh of Applejack's ear had become jammed in her teeth. She shook her head and forced the bloody ear loose.

Applejack screamed in pain and grasped her bleeding head. Suddenly in a fierce rage she grabbed her nail laden bat and charged toward Scootaloo. The tiny pegasus flapped her wings and darted out of the way. Applejack brought the mace down hard - imbedding it into the wooden wall. The deranged pony tugged at the weapon. Straining hard to free it from the barn wall Applejack pulled, but the nail laden bat was jammed tight.

Seeing her chance Scootaloo dive-bombed Applejack. The brave pegasus struck Applejack across the face with her hooves. Applejack screamed.

Glancing quickly behind me I saw that Big Macintosh had finished with Twilight and was now approaching me. I had to get to Scootaloo. I had to get us both out of there. I limped with all my strength toward Scootaloo as she bravely struck Applejack again with her hooves.

As Applejack struggled to free her homemade mace from the wall Scootaloo began to prepare for a powerful aerial assault. The young pegasus flew high into the sky. With her target in sight Scootaloo rocketed down toward Applejack like bolt of lightning.

"This is for Sweetie Belle!" shouted Scootaloo

Before the orange pegasus could strike, Applejack ripped the mace free from the wall. I saw the terror in Scootaloo's eyes as she tried to slow down. She was flying too fast to stop.

In a hellish rage Applejack swung the nail laden bat toward the tiny pegasus. Scootaloo's body impacted the weapon with a crack. I was stunned by the sight. As I limped toward the area, Scootaloo's body skidded across the ground and stopped just a few feet from my side.

I quickly limped toward Scootaloo and grabbed her by the tail. I didn't know if she was alive or dead – I just couldn't leave her behind.

I looked up. Applejack had dropped her mace and now clutched her bleeding head in pain. Glancing over my shoulder I noticed Big Macintosh was just several paces away and getting closer.

I limped desperately away holding onto Scootaloo's tail. Scootaloo moaned loudly as I dragged her body along the grass. Big Macintosh staggered quickly toward us. The chainsaw roared in his hooves as he came within striking range.

That's when I tripped over something in the yard. I fell onto my side. Big Macintosh was right there. He was standing over me.

As I put my hooves down to right myself I felt something bulky under me. It couldn't be. It was my mail satchel. My eyes dilated to their fullest as Big Macintosh lunged toward me with the roaring saw. My heart raced. My chest billowed. I knew what I had to do. I shoved my hoof into the bag. Feeling the metal blade inside, I wrenched my letter opener from within. The blade was dull, but pointed.

As Big Macintosh brought the chainsaw down toward me I lunged forward. In an intense bout of rage I plunged the six inch blade into Big Macintosh's genitals. Suck on that Applejack, I thought. The beast roared in pain and fell to his face as his bleeding testicles spilled from his punctured scrotum. I slid out from in between his legs - pulling myself and Scootaloo to safety as the monster fell.

As he hit the ground Big Macintosh lost control of his deadly machine. The chainsaw accelerated out of control and struck Big Macintosh's front leg. The stallion roared in pain as the rusted blade of the chainsaw chewed into his skin. Bits of red flesh splattered into the air as I quickly rose to my hooves behind the vanquished beast.

As I began to limp away I saw Big Macintosh push himself away from the chainsaw. The saw had chewed all the way to the bone by the time he had gotten it away from himself. I looked ahead and limped desperately toward the road.

"Ahhh," I heard Applejack scream behind me, "Big Macintosh!"

I glanced back. Applejack staggered over to Big Macintosh's side still wielding her mace and clutching her bleeding head.

As I limped toward the road I suddenly remembered Scootaloo. I didn't know how seriously she was injured. There was no time to check her at that time, but I had to get her off the ground. Stopping for a moment I tossed her onto my back. The little filly was moving. She moaned and weakly clung to my mane.

As I continued to limp toward the road I saw somepony standing in the distance in front of me. It was Granny Smith. She was guarding the exit to the main gate with her double barrel shotgun. Both I and Scootaloo had already been shot by that same gun. I wasn't going to let it get in my way anymore.

Grinding my teeth in rage I charged as fast as I could toward Granny Smith. The green mare fired. The shot impacted the ground next to me. I don't know where I found the strength to run. Maybe it was the knowledge of Scootaloo depending on me, the built up hatred I had for this place, or the remorse I felt for Twilight. No matter what allowed it, I somehow managed to do the impossible.

I ran and weaved side to side making myself a difficult target. Granny Smith fired again. The shot whizzed by my head and a piece of it grazed my cheek. I pushed on.

As Granny Smith fumbled the gun to reload it I knew I had to run faster. I fluttered my wings. I made long running jumps. As Granny Smith was just finishing reloading the gun she clamped it shut. Just as she raised the double barrel into the air I pounced onto her chest. The gun shot off into the air.

I pinned Granny Smith under my body and grasped the gun in my hooves. Granny Smith wouldn't let go. The insane old mare kicked me in my injured flank. She pushed me off and tackled me. She had me pinned. Still holding the barrel of the gun in my hooves I screamed. Granny Smith was slowly forcing the barrel down toward my head.

My front legs were loosing their strength. I couldn't hold the gun back any longer. Just as I was about to loose my grip on the gun Scootaloo climbed over my shoulder. The little orange pegasus grabbed Granny Smith's front leg. She then clamped her teeth into the old mare's skin.

Loosing her grip on the gun Granny Smith screamed in pain. I tore the gun away from Granny Smith as she shook her front leg frantically trying to dislodge Scootaloo. Scootaloo was a brave little filly. Once she had her teeth clamped down on something she never let go. As Granny Smith shook her leg Scootaloo was thrown to the ground. The little filly had torn a large piece of skin from Granny Smith's arm.

As the old mare screamed in pain I reared up onto my hind legs and swung the gun. I cracked the wooden gunstock across her face. Granny Smith spun around from the impact and fell to the floor.

Unable to stay standing on my injured back leg I fell to the floor next to the unconscious old mare.

Scootaloo limped quickly toward me from where she had landed.

"Look out!" shouted Scootaloo pointing in front of me.

I glanced in the direction Scootaloo was pointing. It was Applejack. She was charging toward us with the nail laden bat. I grabbed the shotgun from under myself and rolled onto my back. As Applejack raised the mace over my body I raised the gun. I fired the final shotgun round pointblank into Applejack's shoulder. The deranged pony's front leg was blown clean off. Blood and chunks of tattered flesh exploded into the air and rained down over my body. Applejack's severed leg fell limply onto my chest as the nail laden bat imbedded itself into the ground by my side.

Applejack screamed in horror as she fell to her face.

I rose to my hooves and limped to her body. I kicked her in the side and flipped her over onto her back.

"I'm going to fucking murder you!" cried Applejack as her mutilated shoulder gushed blood onto my hooves.

Full of rage I held the shotgun by the stock and slammed the metal barrel across Applejack's mouth. I hit her again, and again, and again – until her teeth had been knocked out. As she gurgled blood from her mouth I cracked the metal gun barrel over her nose - breaking it. I was laughing inside as her nose gushed blood like a fountain.

As Applejack turned to avoid my blows I grabbed her mane and slammed her head to the ground. I shoved the gun barrel into her mouth. I knew the gun was empty. Instead of blowing her head off I pushed the barrel into her throat. Applejack's eyes widened and she grasped the gun barrel in her one remaining front hoof trying in vein to hold it back. I wanted to rip her guts out. I wanted to impale her end to end like she had done to Sweetie Belle.

That's when I saw Apple Bloom. She rushed to Applejack's side and threw her body over her blood soaked chest. Apple Bloom looked up at me and cried.

"Oh Derpy please don't," she cried, "please don't kill my sister!"

What had I become!? I removed the gun barrel from Applejack's throat. The deranged pony coughed up blood, gasped, and inhaled deeply.

As Apple Bloom cried over Applejack's quivering body I threw the empty shotgun to the ground. Looking at my hooves I realized they were dripping with blood. In that brief moment of power that I had held over Applejack I had become one of the very monsters I was trying to escape from.

I backed away from Applejack. Turning to face Scootaloo I realized it was her I should have been focusing on. Scootaloo had saved my life.

I rushed to the little filly's side. She was on her back. She was straining to breathe. It appeared as if every breath she took caused her pain. Then I noticed her injury. The entire right side of her chest was smashed in. The blow from Applejack's mace had cracked her ribs and punctured her vital organs. It was a miracle she had survived this long with such a morbid wound.

"Derpy," gasped Scootaloo, "my wings… look at my… new wings."

The young pegasus turned her head pointing her nose toward her flank.

That flash that I'd seen burst from Scootaloo when she first struck Applejack - it was a cutie mark flash. The filly had a cutie mark that I hadn't seen on her before, it was of a pair of golden wings over a lightning bolt. Scootaloo had found her special talent.

"Pretty sweet… don't you… think?" gasped Scootaloo smiling at me.

Tears streamed down my face. I knew the young filly was dying.

Why had Scootaloo come back for me? If she had just flown away she would have been safe. As Scootaloo lay gasping for breath Apple Bloom rushed to her side.

"Oh Scootaloo," cried Apple Bloom, "no!"

Apple Bloom rubbed her cheek against Scootaloo's.

"Look… Apple Bloom," gasped Scootaloo showing the yellow filly her new cutie mark.

Apple Bloom burst into tears.

"Oh Scootaloo," she cried, "It's beautiful."

Scootaloo put out her front hoof and wiped the tears from Apple Bloom's eyes.

"I'm… sorry… for… before," sobbed Scootaloo

The tiny filly's legs then went limp and she closed her eyes. Scootaloo was dead.

As Apple Bloom sobbed over the body of her dead friend I realized that she was the whole reason for why I was still here. She was the reason I got out of the coach. She was the reason I followed Twilight into the house that day. She was the reason I survived. I had to get her out of this place. I put my hoof around Apple Bloom's shoulder and hugged her. She hugged me and we cried in each other's embrace.

"Oh Derpy," she sobbed, "why did this happen?"

I held her tight. She had to have wanted to get out of this place.

I let go of her. I signaled with my hoof that it was time to go. I pointed to the road and began to limp toward it. Apple Bloom didn't budge. I signaled again for her to come with me.

"No," she cried, "I can't go."

I limped to her side, grabbed her hoof, and pulled her with me toward the exit.

"No, Derpy," she cried, "let go of me, I can't leave!"

I held onto Apple Bloom tightly as I approached the opened gate.

Apple Bloom screamed and tried to free herself from my grasp.

"Derpy," she screamed, "I can't! My family, I can't leave them! They need me!"

Apple Bloom tore away from me. Devastated, I let the stubborn pony go.

"I thought you were my friend," cried Apple Bloom.

The little filly ran in tears back into the property. As Apple Bloom disappeared into the barn in which we had first met I could see Big Macintosh still writhing in pain on the floor by the barn. I noticed Applejack, still groaning in the field as blood oozed from the many injuries on her body. I saw Granny Smith still unconscious on the ground. Why did Apple Bloom want to stay with these deranged ponies?

I was confused, scared, and shocked. I couldn't comprehend anything anymore. I stepped off of the property and limped quickly into the road. Remembering what Twilight had told me about the location of the town I staggered weakly down the dirt path through the night.

I don't remember how long I walked, but by the time I reached the town I was physically exhausted. It was a dark, cold night. All the houses were dark and the moon was hidden behind the clouds.

Even though I had physically survived the night, I felt I had died many times. As I reached the town square I clenched my teeth. I slammed my hooves against my face and grasped the gauze around my nose and mouth. In an insane burst of psychosis I ripped the gauze off my face. My skin tore to the bone and my nose erupted into a gushing torrent of blood.

I slammed my blood soaked hooves to the floor. In one quick movement I swung my head up toward the sky and screamed. All the screams I had held inside myself that entire night were released. I screamed until my throat bled.

Everypony in town heard my cry. All the houses lit up as ponies rushed to their windows and doors to see me. I was approached by many mares and stallions that I had never met before. They saw I was in need of help and rushed me to the hospital.

I told the doctors my horrible story and they contacted the police. I was told that the authorities discovered the mutilated bodies of the victims, but Applejack, Big Macintosh, Granny Smith, and Apple Bloom were gone.

I heard that all the police found of Big Macintosh was his blood stained leather mask and the flesh covered chainsaw he had used to kill many of the ponies with.

(At this time, Agent Longtrot asks the survivor where she thinks the murderers may have fled to)

Before that day I never believed anypony alive could be that evil, that sadistic, that monstrous. My mother always told me never to believe in monsters, that they did not exist, and that there were far worse real things in this world to fear.

Up until that day I believed her, but now I know – there are monsters in this world and they are worse than anything you can possibly imagine. I don't believe you will ever find them. If it was my guess to where they may have gone I would have to say they went back to hell, back to where they came from.

I still ask myself many questions about that night. Like, why hadn't Apple Bloom come with me and escaped? I still don't know. Could it be that even though her family abused her she had come to love them? Or was she simply too brainwashed to know that her family was evil? That poor little filly, I miss her so much.

And why did I survive? I had escaped death countless times. They could have killed me on many occasions. I don't know why everypony else died while I lived. I hope I never know.

I know that monster Big Macintosh will always be a part of my life now, even if I have the pregnancy terminated - as some of the doctors have suggested. Despite the pain I felt the day he raped me, I cannot bring myself to destroy the life that monster planted inside of me. I just can't, it's just the way I feel.

I will never understand any of this. Life is a mystery I guess, just the same as death. Can we end this now? I really want to go.

(Agent Longtrot gives the survivor the statements to review. Ms. Hooves signs the affidavit and gives it to him. The session is ended.) ~END

~VesternciV