Spike's Retribution
Spike scrambled around the library putting what was left of books back on the shelves. Any minute now Twilight would be back home and he knew that she would be in a foul mood, having to clean up one of Rainbow’s botched pranks always did that to her. When done he ran to the kitchen and put a kettle of water on the stove. Moments later the library door flung wide open as Twilight walked in.
“Spike!” She cried out. Spike ran into the room to greet her but before he had the chance to say anything she spoke. “I just spent the past three hours trying to convince half the town not to tare Rainbow Dash to shreds after she let a Parasprite loose in the market, I could really go for a cup of tea right now.”
“It's almost ready.” Spike said.
“Did you re-shelve the library like I ask?”
“Yep.” He replied as he retreated back to the kitchen.
Twilight studied his work before letting out a disappointed sigh.
“That dragon can't even manage to shelve these books properly.” She said thinking Spike wouldn't of hear her, but he did.
Twilight sat down on the coach and levitated a book over to her to read. Spike emerged from the kitchen soon after carrying a tray with a fresh pot of tea, a cup and saucer, and a small bowl of sugar cubes. He set the tray down on the coffee table in front of Twilight, and poured her a cup.
“I think you'll really like it, I added something very special this time.” He said.
Twilight didn't say anything, she just levitated the cup to her lips and took a sip. Nothing tasted any different to her, jasmine, ginger, a bit of lemon. She was just ask Spike what he added but suddenly felt dizzy. She stood up thinking it would pass, but that only made the dizziness worse.
“Spike...,” Twilight was now having a hard time standing, “what did you put in the tea?”
The room started to spin as her balance continued to slip away. She tried her best to keep herself up but eventually collapsed to the floor. Her vision started to fade in and out as she just laid there. The last thing she remembered seeing was Spike sauntering over to her, a sadistic grin painted on his face.
**
Twilight groaned as she slowly opened her eyes, her head pounding like a sledgehammer. As she brought up a hoof to sooth her aching head, she heard the rattling of chains. She was still groggy but she was able to make out a shackle adorning her forearm. Confused, she gave herself one quick look and that all four of her legs were shackled. She tried to slip them off but the tightness made the edges dig into her skin. Twilight, her headache having subsided, then attempted to remove the shackles via magic but was unable to. Confused as to why it didn't work she tried a gain but just as before the shackles remained. She looked up at her horn to see if there was anything wrong with it and saw that there was a metal band with small script engraved onto it. She recognized this device as a suppression ring used to limit or completely block a unicorns magic, and rendered any attempt at removing the shackles on her own accord futile.
She took the time to acquaint herself with her environment. The room was dark with no source of light other then lone bulb not that far from her. Though the bulb didn't offer much in the way of light she was able the make out some familiar objects in the room. A few half baked inventions, some chemical jars, and her Starswirl the Bearded costume, all of which were piled haphazardly in a corner of the room. She had come to the conclusion that this room was in fact the library's basement.
“What the... what's going on?” Twilight asked.
“Your finally awake.” Twilight heard a familiar voice but could not see to whom it belonged to.
Moments later Spike emerge from the dark recesses of the room. Twilight just laid there, as confused as when she awoke.
“Spike?” Spike merely smirked back at her. “Spike what the hell is going on, why am I here, why am I chained up, did you do this?” She started bombarding Spike with questions.
Spike calmly walked up to her.
“What's going on is that I drugged you, dragged you motionless body down here, and chained you up.” He replied.
Twilight at this point was more angry then confused.
“Spike, I don't know if this is some sort of sick joke but if it is I’m amused.”
“Who said this was a joke.” Spike took on a more serious tone.
“Listen Spike, I demand that take these chains off this...”
“Shut up.” He hissed as he slapped her cheek with the back of his claw with a great deal of force.
Twilight just stared at Spike, dumbfounded at what had just happened. Her cheek started to turn red as he glared down at her and at that moment she went from angry to down right furious.
“Spike what the fuck gave you the right to hit me like that. Now I demand that you unchain my right now or by Celestia I...”
This time instead of slapping her, Spike punched her with enough force to break the skin.
“I've more than earned the right!” Spike barked. Twilight sat there in silence, stunned, as a drop of blood rolled down the side of her face.“Ever since you got those wings you've been bossing me around and using me as your own personal slave.” Spike was now bin a furious rant. “You make me work without a moments rest and whatever work I can get done is never up to your ever so high standards. I do the best I can but that's never good enough for you, and your want to know what the worst part is? Your never showed any thanks for all the work I did.” Spike was now screaming at Twilight.
It was at this point that Twilight started to feel concerned about her situation. Never once had Spike been this aggressive with her. She knew that she to find a way to calm him down before this got too far out of hand.
“Spike,” She pleaded, “I'm sure that we can talk this over somehow, right?”
“You've had many chances to talk.”
Spike walk out of the light into the darkness of the room. As his footsteps grew softer with ever passing second, Twilight's fear grew and grew. Thoughts raced through her as to what he might planned to do her, all the while hoping that this was still just some cruel, sick joke.
After what felt like several minutes to her, she heard a light switch being flicked as the whole room was bathed in light. The contains of the room that originally occupied the space had all been moved to one corner, even the machines larger then your average stallion, and replaced with a somewhat elaborate winch system, with chains running through pulleys in the ceiling to each of her shackles. To one side of the winch stood a table with various tools on it and a small furnace to the other
Spike walked up to the table and picked what looked to be a metal rod and calmly walked over to Twilight. She started to panic as he got closer and tried to crawl back but she didn't get very far.
“Please don’t kill me.” Twilight cried out, now on the verge of crying.
“Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you right away.” Spike grabbed Twilight's head and held it in position. “First I make you feel the pain that I've felt from you.”
With that he raised the metal rod above his head and with one swift motion, brought it down onto Twilight's horn, breaking it just above the metal band with a load and satisfying crack. A bolt of pain shot though Twilight as her horn broke and she let out a blood chilling scream as she pulled back, holding what stilled remained of her horn. Spike watched her writhe around in pain, his face void of any expression save for a slight smirk.
He took this opportunity to walk around to her back and grabbed one of her wings and same as before he brought the rod down on her wing just above the joint. The bones broke with another load crack, prolonging Twilight's cries of agony. Spike proceeded to do the same with the other wing before placing the rod back on the table.
Spike walked over to the winches as Twilight's crying and screaming came to an end. She looked over to see what he was doing. Spike then started to turn the crank on one of the winches which were connected to her front legs. As she was being raised by her legs, Twilight tried to speak but couldn't out of shock. When Twilight was successfully suspended in the air he tightened up the chains on her rear legs. He grabbed a large cleaver from the table and walked up to her. Twilight's eyes grew wide in horror upon seeing the knife. She panicked once again and tried to slip her legs out of the shackles, ignoring the fact that they were digging into her skin. She quickly stopped when Spike punched her hard in the jaw. He proceeded to grab one of the broken wings and stretched it out, enjoying the sound of the bones grinding against each other and Twilight's grunts of pain.
“You know,” Spike said, “ there are quit a few out there that hate you now for being a princess and having these wings. Personally, I think they're useless and don't belong.”
With one swing he cut right through the wing at he base and again with the other. Twilight cried out even louder this time as blood streamed down her back and started to pool on the floor. Spike through the wings off to one side.
He stood back and reviled in his work as Twilight wailed and convulsed and twitched from the pain. Such a sight brought joy to his heart and the best was, it struck fear into her's.
Spike made his way over to the small furnace and retrieved a a pointed metal rod, a good deal of it growing a bright orange, and sauntered back over to Twilight. Upon returning he said,
“Cant have you bleeding out now can we.”
He pressed the hot end of the rod onto the stubs of hers wings. A blistering pain shot thought Twilight's body as her wounds were seared closed. At this point the pain had almost too much to bare. Her body felt weak and she was on the verge of passing out.
Spike positioned himself in front of her. He slowly brought the rod closer and closer to her, but as the tip was a mere inch from her flesh a loud bang came from the front door.
“Royal Guard, open up!” The muffled voice could be heard even from the basement.
Twilight's eyes shot wide open when she heard the voice and immediate cried out for help. The sound of the front door being kicked in and heavy hoof steps filled the library upstairs. Twilight didn't let a single moment go to waste as she cried out for the guards. Spike tried to silence her with another punch to the jaw but it was too late, the guards had already started banging on the basement door. Spike looked at Twilight.
“I told you that I wouldn't kill yet, but seeing as how the whole thing is fucked at this point,” Spike raised the still burning rod above his head. At this point the guards managed to break down the door and started to charge Spike. “what the hell.”
Spike plunged the rod into Twilight's chest.
**
Spike woke up screaming and drenched in sweat. He felt himself being embraced in a warm and loving hug by none other then Twilight. He couldn't help but start crying has she caressed his spines and patted his back.
“It was just a bad dream Spike,” She reassured him, “it was just a bad dream.
