The life of Jad Omega

by Hiroticus Omega

Rating: everyone
Tags: Adventure, Dark
Length: 577

My name is Jad Omega, and this is my tale.

When you open this book and begin to read, you won't just be walking into another Equestrian tale, you'll be walking in on the life of Jad Omega. Jad is the head executioner at the Rainbow Factory. However, when one certain mare is forced into his office doors, the entire Rainbow Factory changes. Jad is used to taking on tough challenges, but now he is met head-on with something he has never faced before - Himself.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-06-25 23:25:15 UTC

Chapter 1 - Welcome to my life.

I sat down in my desk chair, sighed, and tried to relax as best as I could; I had been working all night. The creak of the steel chains could be heard as they swayed back and forth above me like a clock pendulum. I glared up above at the chains hanging down from the ceiling. At the end of each chain was a sharply curved hook, a few holding up bloody corpses. Some corpses were impaled by their lower jaw, some through the back, but they all just swung there, like worms on hooks. I stared at them, and noticed that the chains seemed up climb up higher and higher into the darkness above. To be honest I wasn't even sure if I had a ceiling. I looked back down and examined my clean wooden desk, trying to find a spot where I could lay down and not mess anything up. All that was on the desk was my lit lamp, some folders filled with victim information, a few pens, and a picture of me with my first kill as an employee. I gave up and plopped on my desk. I soon noticed I was as thirsty as I was tired, but that would mean getting up. I'm the only one ever up here besides my victims.

My office is stationed on the top floor of the Rainbow Factory. Many ponies, even factory workers, however, are too scared of what goes on beyond my office doors. For you see, ponies that are sent to this floor never descend down the same stairs that took them here.  As I have but one job up here and many know it, that is to make sure that the ponies who deserve their punishment, get it. However, I don't just strap them down and ram a knife through their chest. A "killer with class" is something I guess you could call me. Breaking my targets sanity, snapping their free-will, and crushing their spirit is something I like better. Some ponies are tortured so harshly up here that they grab one of my torture instruments and use it for suicide. I always find it fun to walk back to a helpless victim and see a scalpel through their eye.

A drop of blood fell from above and onto my nose. I was startled and knocked out of my trance. I glared up at the freshly slaughtered corpse that swung by its lower jaw above me.

"Iron bolt" I sighed. "Turned in for participating in the Ponyville bombing."

I wiped the blood off my nose and walked over to the four steel tables that sat a small distance away. Looking around, I examined my room for any real mess to clean.

"I suppose it is time to clean this place up and get ready for tomorrow's work day."

After finding only a small puddle of blood on one of my tables, I noticed for the first time that my entire office seemed to fade off into the shadows. There were no walls, only a floor that stretched as far as the eye could see, then it dissapeared into darkness. What really piqued my interest, was that there were long lights that hung by chains from the ceiling. They seemed to follow me wherever I walked until I turned them off, once off they dissapeared. Soon I began to wonder how large the room really was.