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Scootaloo woke up quickly, a sharp pain attacking her side. And it was literally sharp. Scootaloo looked back at her side, pointy shards of glass digging into her flesh. Blood oozed from her many small wounds, making her almost vomit. Scootaloo forced herself up quickly, the pain growing.

"Ow! Oh my Celestia, glass hurts so much," Scootaloo screamed, her wings spreading as she fell and writhed in pain.

The blood dripped onto the ground, staining the pale grey grass that she wished was a fresh green color. The air didn't help. Her cuts stung from the frigid temperatures. Scootaloo reluctantly moved her hoof towards the closest cut, but paused.

"Brace yourself," she warned herself.

Scootaloo sighed, waiting. After what seemed like forever, she eventually got herself to pull the shard out rather aggressively. Blood spurted from her wound and sprayed the grass, turning it into a disgusting dark red color. Scootaloo quickly pulled her hoof back, then covered her mouth with it. The sour taste of bile was already covering her tongue. Scootaloo couldn't hold it in. She was forced to put her hoof down and open her mouth, vomiting on the grass. The gross smell was unbearable.

Scootaloo stepped back from the puddle of sick. She panted, her whole body aching. She glanced at her side that was covered in glass shards. There were still three more she had to pull out.

The filly nearly fainted. She moved back again from the puddle of bile, then gripped another glass shard. Quickly, she pulled it out. As she moved it, it accidentally made another small cut across her coat, approaching her neck. Scootaloo let out a gasp, then looked back at her side once more. Two more shards had to be removed.

Scootaloo groaned and decided to make this quick, no matter how painful it would be. Quickly, she pulled out the two shards, holding in her agonizing screams, despite how difficult that was to do. Soon, the grass around her was completely red as her bodily liquids began to form a small puddle. Then, she remembered what she had to do. She began to race into the fog.

Yes, live, Scootaloo thought worriedly.

A burning feeling caught her side again. Scootaloo glanced at it, where her cuts were resting. To her horror, it had gotten worse. Pus was streaming out of the cuts and down her orange coat, bubbling slightly. She held back more bile.

"Applebloom!" Scootaloo yelled, quickening her pace as she could feel tears form in her eyes. She wished she wasn't in this hell anymore. She wanted to save herself.

After what seemed like hours of galloping through the same fog and dull grass, Scootaloo finally came across some sort of metallic trapdoor. It was rusty and it looked like it was beginning to need a replacement. There were some small dents all over it.

Scootaloo punched it with her hoof. She pulled her hoof back, and the trapdoor fell. She flinched at the ear-shattering clank.

"Ow," the crusader muttered to herself, rubbing her hoof. She entered the hole where the weak trapdoor was.

Darkness suddenly covered Scootaloo. She looked up in alarm and confusion. The hole was covered, as if it was never there. Scootaloo shivered in fear, but trotted ahead.

Not too long afterwards, Scootaloo felt something cold hit her hoof. She looked closely at it. In the complete darkness, she could see that it was a flashlight. Scootaloo sighed in relief, then picked up the flashlight. She turned it on. A light emerged from the front of it. It seemed to work perfectly.

Scootaloo, satisfied, proceeded ahead. The walls were metallic and rusty too, just like the trapdoor. She was in some kind of underground torture factory. Massive fans whirled behind windows in the walls. Scraping sounds echoed all around her. It was as if somepony was struggling to drag a heavy metal sword across the floor.

As she advanced into next room, her flashlight mysteriously flickered and turned off. Scootaloo pressed the switch on it repeatedly. Numerous clicks echoed throughout the room, but her efforts to turn it back on were vain. Scootaloo sighed and simply dropped the flashlight. Too bad it seemed to work perfectly.

The lights turned on in the room. Scootaloo let out a gasp at what she saw. Blood completely coated the floor. The mare with the axe from before stood in the middle of the room, near Applebloom, who was strapped to an electric chair. Her mouth was sealed with duct tape, but when the mare noticed Scootaloo, she ripped off the seal.

Applebloom yelled in pain, squirming in the deadly contraption. Her hooves were also trapped with the same item, duct tape. The mare dressed in the miner's suit approached the horrified and nervous Scootaloo.

"Is this the pony you were looking for?" the mare said, her voice muffled beneath her thick miner's suit.

Scootaloo didn't know what would happen next, or what she should do. She slowly nodded, her whole body shaking as sweat streamed down her face. The filly hyperventilated.

The mare smiled at the look of Scootaloo. She even let out a small, short, but extremely sadistic laugh. Removing the axe from her back, she returned to Applebloom's side.

"You have two choices. Save your friend or let her die," the mare explained as she held the axe up in a threatening manner.

"How do I save her?" Scootaloo asked defiantly, looking brave. But this costed all of her strength.

"Get her out of the chair, of course," the mare said. She looked at Applebloom, who was sobbing and whimpering, shaking her head at Scootaloo in fear.

"If I don't, she'll get electrocuted and die?" Scootaloo questioned.

The mare sighed in irritation. "That's what you think." She didn't elaborate any further on what she said.

"How much time do I have?" Scootaloo asked once more, approaching the mare, which took up all of her bravery as well. However, she was sure she didn't have any bravery left.

The mare looked up in thought, dropping her axe. She treated the situation rather calmly. But that was because she was the killer. And Scootaloo was about to lose a friend.

"Four minutes," the mare said. "You're just a filly. I'll be fair." The mare trotted to the corner of the room, waiting casually. "Feel free to use my axe."

Scootaloo looked at the axe she left on the ground. The mare was quietly paying attention to the time as she carefully watched Scootaloo.

The crusader picked up the axe. It was awfully heavy and too hard to pick up, let alone move. Scootaloo looked at Applebloom sorrowfully. It looked like her friend had already been tortured in some way. There were a few small burn marks on her face, and one blood stain on her neck.

"Get the duct tape off!" Applebloom explained.

The duct tape, get it off, of course! Scootaloo did a quick facehoof, then rushed over to Applebloom's side. She took off one piece of duct tape restraining the pony's hooves, but the electric chair electrocuted her. Scootaloo winced, stumbling back and collapsing.

"Three minutes left!" the mare called from the corner, grinning evilly under her miner's suit.

Scootaloo got up quickly, her mane and tail disheveled horribly. She was already exhausted, but she finally found Applebloom and had the chance to save her. She couldn't let her die.

The Pegasus looked around for something that could cut off the duct tape. There were no knives around, or anything else. There was only the axe. Scootaloo shot the mare a furious look. The mare got an even more mischievous grin.

"This isn't fair!" Scootaloo screamed at her.

"Too bad. Two minutes left!" the mare warned again, laughing. She sounded crazy. Of course, she probably was, for attempting to kill Applebloom and possibly many other ponies. Then Scootaloo remembered the other missing ponies.

Scootaloo bit on the duct tape, but her mouth was shocked. She yelled, her whole mouth aching and burned. The mare cackled even more, menacingly loud.

Scootaloo looked around rapidly. There had to be something that was making the electric chair work. Wires, another machine, anything. Unfortunately, there was nothing in sight. The electric chair couldn't be working on its own, though.

"Applebloom, don't worry," Scootaloo whispered reassuringly to her friend. Applebloom was crying in agony.

"One minute left," the mare reminded Scootaloo in a cheerful, singsong voice.

Scootaloo was now hyperventilating again. She kicked the electric chair repeatedly, but all she had received from the strong metallic machine was just more burns and shocks. She collapsed, losing all hope for saving her friend.

"Scootaloo, no!" Applebloom shouted, depressed. Terrified, she tried to break out of the fatal machine herself once more.

"Applebloom, I'm so sorry," Scootaloo choked out.

Applebloom managed to calm herself down in what were probably her last moments alive. "It's okay. I forgive you."

"Time's up," the mare said, trotting over to the two fillies happily. She lifted her axe with ease, then trotted around the chair so she faced the front of Applebloom.

The red-maned filly looked furious, but no matter what, she couldn't hide her fear. She helplessly looked at the fallen Scootaloo, then back at the intimidating pony. The mare spoke again. "I hope you enjoyed your life."

In a split second, the mare swung the axe and the sharp end of it dug into Applebloom's eye. The mare pushed it in further, blood spurting out of the massive injury, and it dug through the metallic chair. The pony pulled it back out, then she used it to strike Applebloom in the center of her chest. She pulled it back slightly, then further in. She pulled it back out completely, bringing out some arteries and veins along the way. The mare shook her axe and they all fell to the floor with a gross squelch, blood exploding in small drops and forming miniature puddles.

The mare thrust the axe back into Applebloom's body, beginning to laugh sadistically again. This time, she had hit Applebloom's neck, then pulled it out. The red liquid sprayed the mare's face, but the miner's suit protected her. Applebloom's esophagus was hanging on the end of the axe, swinging around as the pony moved it. Scootaloo was shielding her eyes from the gruesome sight the whole time.

With one last hit, the mare pushed the axe into Applebloom's stomach. She moved it around a little bit, savoring the moment and enjoying herself as a disgusting squish was repeated with every movement. Finally, she moved the axe up and it flew out of the front of Applebloom's face. From her face down to her stomach, Applebloom was cut in half completely. Her intestines and many other of her important organs stuck to the sharp weapon of the hidden mare's. They all fell to the ground as well, with that same bile-inducing squish noise. The mare dropped her axe and approached the extremely frightened and pale Scootaloo.

Scootaloo uncovered her face and nervously looked up at the pony. She was certain she would die too. But the mare stepped back instead. She spoke gently, in a caring tone.

"Leave now."

Scootaloo shot one last terrified look at the horribly cut up corpse of Applebloom, then gave the mare a swift nod and rushed out of the room, ignoring the fact that she was treading through puddles of blood and the organs of her now dead friend. The last sound she heard was the mare trotting back, further into the room, through the remains of Applebloom and her dragging her axe. Splash, splash, squelch, scree.