Madness of Anonymous

Chapter: 12

Your eyes open slowly, your skull filled with a debilitating pain making you feel nauseas. You try and keep your eyes open, but your eyelids feel more heavy than they should, blocking your sight to be nothing but darkness. Peeling back your eyelids lazily, you see yourself sat in a wheelchair with straps holding your ankles and wrists. You sluggishly pull your arms upwards, but they remain tightly bound to the chair as you're carted down a dark hallway. The light of the hallway seems to strongly contrast with the thick plumes of shadow clinging to the edges of your sight. You stare down at your legs, them being wrapped up in a white gown with greyish spots forming a dotted pattern across the simple clothing.

The edges of your vision slowly redden into a crimson haze, the hallway twisting to become more sinister. The white walls become seemingly drenched in crimson ichor, the floor composed of nothing but bloody limbs and organs, writhing with life. The sound of a heart beating is all you can hear, the pumping sound synchronising with the pulsing of the hallway around you. You begin to thrash your pain-ridden body around in your confines, the leather straps holding you seeming to grow tighter and tighter.

The hallway seems to become ever longer as the speed of the cart picks up, the sound of screeching wheels like the shrill cries of souls damned for eternity. A doorway snaps into existence at the end of the hallway, which begins to rapidly speed towards your restrained form. Its doors slam open loudly against the walls to either side, the empty void left behind filled with nothing but darkness. Sensing your approaching presence, a mouth pierces the darkness lined with spear-like fangs which snap open as you get closer. You scream through the leather wrapped around your mouth as you're roughly shoved through the hellish doorway.

And, as suddenly as it began, it stops. Silence surrounds you, as does darkness. Your heart pounding speedily in your chest, you open your eyes whilst gasping for breath. You find yourself back in your bedroom, alone. No sight of the previous fray meets you, just cold silence and the pitch-black darkness. You wipe the back of your shivering hand against your forehead, grimacing as you feel the sweat be rubbed away by the movement. Your eyes move from left to right, scanning your room for any nightmares which may be awaiting you. Still shaking from the nightmare, you cautiously slide your legs over the side of your bed, and gradually stand on quaking legs.

You hold your aching head with one hand whilst feeling the wall for the light switch. Though the pony race is still somewhat primitive in comparison to your own, they still have managed some similar technological advances. Though, in their own whimsical way. The light switch is to activate a magic powered light bulb rather than the electricity powered ones of your own world. You eventually brush your fingers across the familiar piece of plastic, swiftly flicking your finger along it to turn it into the active position. The light above flickers before remaining in a fixed position of granting dim light to the once pitch-black room.

The room seems exactly how you left it, no sign of any nightmares lurking in the shadows. On quivering legs, you walk out of the room and head downstairs, your heart furiously beating in fear. You sit yourself down in your armchair, and close your eyes to try and calm your heartbeat. You run your shaking hands through your slick black hair, greasy from your unrest. Your breathing grows slower and slower, your heart rate reducing down to a manageable rhythm. Once you've brought yourself back from terror, you stand up on more sturdy legs.

Thinking that a walk is what you need to clear your head, you grab some clothes and coat to go outside so that the dawn air can ease your mind. You swiftly sprint upstairs and grab some plain black trousers and a white shirt. Needing something to walk in, you grab your usual black shoes and to keep the dawn's chill of you, you grab your black trench-coat from the coat rack by the door. Locking the door behind you, you step out into the land in the early hours of the day.

Looking up into the air, from your position out in Ponyville's outskirts you can gaze out at the city of Canterlot perched on the mountain side. You can even see one or two lights from the mountain-city, though their source is unknown to you. Looking down, you breathe in deeply before setting out in your aimless wander. The village is still sleeping, as the streets are bare and devoid of any of the life and busy sounds which will occur later in the day. Without any sound, you can think more clearly as you walk. You keep your head down as you walk, barely thinking whenever avoiding a sudden dip in the path. You don't even need to think about where you're going, you just allow yourself to be lost in your thoughts. You don't even notice where you are before coming out of your thoughts at the edge of the local, and feared, forest. The Everfree is just before you, but you are uncertain why you have even came this far towards it.

Then you realise something. Someone, or something, is guiding you to this forest. Despite your personal fears about what the forest may contain, you enter the forest without even looking back. You feel the eyes of predators and prey alike watching your movements, but no life dares approach you. You don't understand why, but it's like they can smell something off about you. That's when you feel something moving closer to you, running through the foliage and straight towards you. Backing up, you twist on your heels and begin pounding the ground with your steps as you bound through the forest in a sprint.

You fly through the air and into a tree's trunk as something slams a hard appendage into you, sending you rocketing through the air. You moan as you slide to the ground, holding the side of your skull as the world begins to spin before coming into focus. A black blur then slams into you, pinning you into the tree's bark. Your eyes try to shut as a fierce pressure is forced onto your throat, making your vision even more blurred than it already was. Then your vision begins to darken, as the sound of laughter fills your ears. You can feel the presence of multiple beings around you as one chokes you with its powerful hooves.

Without hearing their words, you know that the intent here is to end your life early. Your blood suddenly begins to boil, your rage bubbling within your veins. Your vision of the world begins to distort, turning from blurry to black and white as the light hitting your eyes becomes too bright to bare. You begin swinging your head around as the light begins to cause your eyes to feel like they are on fire, a burning pain filling you from within. You feel like fire has consumed your whole body, fiery pain lancing through every nerve of your body. Needing anything, anything at all, to cool the burning sensation, you look through your black and white sight at the blurry shape before you. The pressure on your throat feels so distant you aren't even sure it's there. But you know it should be, because you see short furry limbs pushing into your neck.

Your rage boils over within you, a sickening crunch sound filling your ears as darkness consumes your sight. At first, you think your neck has been broken before you open your eyes. You had closed them voluntarily. You can feel a sort of wetness running down your chin and slithering up your nose slightly, another feeling of fur against your mouth makes you gag as a hair enters your mouth. Pulling back, your vision has become consumed by redness around the edges, with only darkness being in the centre alongside red outlines of objects and living ponies stood around you. You feel the limbs around your neck have gone limp, making you look down curiously.

In your sudden rush, you now know that you had involuntarily bitten into the highly soft flesh of the pony's neck in front of you, with so much force that you'd snapped the neck as you grabbed your own arms around its neck. The corpse flops back and falls to the ground limply, leaving you and your violent company in disbelief. Then, they start moving towards you as your pupils dilate even further...