Unilluminated
Pain
Written by: Patrick A. (Arc™) & Destroyman7
Story by: Kenneth C. aka Destroyman7
Date: 2/25/12
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Warning: This story contains content that may depreciate some My Little Pony characters. Reader discretion is advised.
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Chapter 1
The Beginning (How original)
I rose out of my slumber to be greeted by the wafting smell of breakfast being cooked on the stove. I did not open my eyes for the occasion, I simply indulged myself in the sweet smells of bacon and ham, sizzling away on the griddle. I shifted positions in my bed to get a better grasp on the smell which drug me from my slumber. There was a difficulty in moving my legs, for there was a great weight upon them. This did not startle me immediately, for I believed that it was my faithful and loyal dog. But my judgment soon turned sour, for the words that were spoken were chilly and dumbfounding, it was much like the grasp of death itself. I almost didn't believe it the first time I heard it. I immediately rose and opened my eyes to see only what would convince me I was insane. My heart stopped when she spoke. "Well... I thought you would never wake up." Her words were enough to suffocate my mind. I was flummoxed on what course of action to take next. She stood up at the end of my bed and threw her mane out of her face. Through which I was greeted by one of the most sinister and beguiling smiles. This made me panic, I now knew that her intentions are as I thought they were. I frantically rolled off my bed, grasping my sword in the tumult. I stood up to face my opponent, who was still at the foot of my bed. I gripped the handle of my sword, I was fully aware of my opponent’s skills. As if being able to sneak into my room in the middle of the night undetected was difficult enough, but it didn't matter in the slightest. The blade in my hand offered more than enough protection, I had faith in my knowledge and experience in wielding one to defeat my adversary. I gave a cynical smirk as I pulled my blade out of its sheath. I stared at my opponent, it was then that I quickly realized that I had been beaten already. I focused on her and saw a glimmer of light preceding from her mouth. I glanced over at my right hand, I noticed that the blade had been removed from the handle. Thinking sporadically, I threw my sheath at her, hoping to buy myself some time in order to reach a combat knife that hung close to the side of the bed. These valiant efforts were in vain. As soon as I reached the knife and grasped it in my hand, she had already taken the blade of my sword and had forced it into my foot. It pierced through to the other side, cracking the floor below. I fell backwards onto the floor in awe of the pain, blood began pouring out of the wound quickly. Immediately, she lunged herself on top of me. Trying to unsheathe my knife was pointless, she did something completely unexpected. Without hesitation she pulled a cupcake out of nowhere and proceeded to force it down my throat, once it had been shoved as far as possible she got off of me and began to snicker. "You sure are a crafty one. You put up more of a fight than any-pony else ever has... then again, you're not every-pony else, are you?" I began to fade into a spiral of darkness, the light slowly dissolving around me. I knew exactly what was going to happen, I wanted to prevent it no matter what. I took the combat knife out of it’s sheath. Reluctantly, I placed the end of the blade against my chest. I was just about to end my own life, when suddenly I remembered... I let my arms drop down to my sides and finally succumbed to the darkness. The last thing I remember was the brush of her pink mane and the giggles, slowly fading away.
Chapter 2
I think I've been here before...
My body began to transcend out of its paralyzed state. I tried to open my eyes to see but when I did, all I saw was darkness. The feeling of my limbs being bound against a sturdy surface by the cold grip of iron shackles was chilling, I feared for the worst. The only other thing I was able to feel was a sharp pain in my right arm. My eyes slightly adjusting to the darkness of the room, I was able to vaguely make out a few objects around the room. I could smell the smolder of coals, as well as hear the simmer as It drifted slowly across the rafters. I heard the clatter of what was perceivable to be tools being dropped upon a cart, and the squealing of wheels whilst it moved across the room. I heard a small chuckle and then the flick of a light switch. My eyes were flooded by the waves of light. The room became illuminated, everything started to fall into place. "You must like to sleep a lot, but I'm glad you're conscious now.” Said the pink pony. My jaw dropped at the sight of her. My mind began sputtering trying to find an explanation for the predicament that had befallen me. I was completely dumbfounded by the sights that were taken in. I thought to myself, "This is impossible." Without warning, I felt the excruciating pain return in my right arm. Startled and in pain I looked over to see what was causing it. What I had discovered almost made me vomit. There was blood running down my arm to form a puddle below. I couldn’t feel anything where my fingers were supposed to be, my fingers along with my hand were gone, separated from my body. "Oh, so you finally noticed. I'm sorry I had to do that, but I can't have you holding onto that meddling knife now, can I?" "I am also sorry for what happened to your hand. You see, I can be very impatient sometimes. I always say you have to try everything once and it's probably something I'm not going to try again."
Her words puzzled me for the moment until she pulled the cart up closer to me and I saw what was upon it. Lying on the cart was my severed hand, but missing from it was my ring and pinkie finger. A surge of emotions shot through me as I saw my defiled hand on the cart. I became livid toward the pink pony.
"You maniacal little bitch!"
My harsh words caught her attention. She spun around to face me, the expression on her face was dumbfounded. She let out a loud gasp. "You need to watch your language young man!" "If you wouldn't have been holding onto the knife then I wouldn't have had to do that now, would I?" said the pony. She angrily walked over to a tool chest and flipped the lid open. Feverishly rummaging through her tools, she found what she was looking for and her face lit up with excitement. "Since you obviously haven't been taught good manners, I'll have to teach you." She walked over to the table controls and flipped the table so it was right side up and I was facing the ceiling. She climbed onto the table with her tools in her mouth. "Now you're going to have to hold still." Upon hearing her saying this I began to panic. I tried to get her off of me, but there was no use. Forcefully, she took one of her tools and shoved it into my mouth. She used this tool in order to keep my mouth open. Gripping her other tool, she placed it against my teeth. Speaking in a very crude accent to insult my intelligence, she said "This outta learn you one." Quickly, before I had time to react, she took the pair of pliers and gripped my front teeth on my lower jaw. Jerking furiously, she ripped my two front teeth from my jaw. My head swung backwards and hit the table hard. This caused my vision to cross. Now along with my new splitting headache, I screamed in agony from the pain in my lower jaw. She wasn't satisfied with just that though. With a crooked smile on her face, she drove the tool back into my mouth. Gripping some of the teeth from the top-right of my mouth, she began to tug on them. Ripping them out from the root, she fell backwards off of the table, taking three of my teeth with her. Upon her standing up, she took her tool and threw it at me. The tool drove itself into my face, knocking two more teeth down my throat. My head fell back onto the table. All I could hear was a very high pitched whining noise. Struggling to keep conscious, I looked over at the pink pony that was rubbing the back of their head angrily. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but I could tell she was furious. I couldn't help but let a small chuckle out of my broken smile. She quickly stood up and made her way to an open fire pit. When she made it there she took a large black cauldron that was hanging above the fire and placed it on top of the cart. She wheeled the cart closer to me; she said in an irritated tone "I'm so glad that was funny. You're going to think this is hilarious." She latched the handle of the cauldron onto a hook hanging above the table. She moved the cauldron into place, she said, "I couldn't help but notice that you seemed so unsanitary. As you may know, I prefer to work with a more sterile subject. This should do just the trick." She began to tip the cauldron forwards, and out of it came boiling wax. It immediately began to sear the flesh on my right arm. She moved the cauldron down my body, continuing to pour the boiling wax onto my skin. I could smell the burning flesh. I began to panic trying to shake loose from the bindings. Writhing in pain, the burning continued. She then began to pull the cauldron up towards my head. "Hold your breath." said the pink pony while giggling. She then began to pour the boiling wax onto my face. I suffocated from the onslaught of the searing wax. I started to choke, swallowing some of the wax. After she'd finally run out of wax, she took the cauldron and placed it back over the fire pit. Even after the longest time, the burning sensation still stuck with me. My throat felt like it was on fire and I was very nauseous. The wax began to harden; the pink pony came back with a chisel. She used this to take the layer of wax off of my face. She held up the mold and seemed to be pleased with it. She took it and placed it on one of the shelves in the room. "Well, I hope that taught you how to watch your mouth." I gave a small gesture of acknowledgement. It was all I could offer and I wasn't about to make her angry again. "Well now that we got that out of the way, we can start to have some fun!" Pinkie Pie exclaimed. Her words caught my attention and frightened me. I didn't know exactly what she was planning but I had a faint and disturbing idea of what she might have in mind. "Since you're the first human ever to have their number come up, I get to try something new" she said while pulling a long, flat metal box out from the bottom of her cart. She flipped the case open and revealed the display of surgical equipment. Quickly nosing through the various instruments, she found the one she was looking for. After acquiring what she needed, she made her way over to the head of the table. "One of the weirdest things about you is your hair. Why does it only cover your head?" she asked. She began to playfully rustle the hair on my head. She did this for some time and began to adjust something on the table. Before I could move out of the way, she pulled a long belt stretching from one side of the table to the other across my forehead and began to tighten until I could not move my head. "I don't want you moving while I work" Pinkie Pie said with a big grin on her face which was upside down from my perspective. "Now, hold still." Not being able to do anything, I just prepared myself to whatever she was going to do. She then took her knife and began to slice the top-left of my scalp making her way down my hair line and towards the back of my head. The pain in my head was unmatched by any other than I have ever experienced. With all the strength I could muster, I tried to break free of the brace. With a quick jolt, the belt snapped off the table. This sent the pink pony off in a tizzy. I felt a slash of her knife across the back of my neck. Trying frantically to get free of the bindings, I managed to weaken one of the shackles by breaking the belt. With all of my strength, I freed my right arm from its binding. I reached over to free my other arm ,and a grim fact presented itself. I didn't have my right hand! But something else began to happen. My strength was fading, fast and I could feel a lot of blood running down my neck and back. Fighting vigorously to escape the other bindings, I started to slip out of consciousness. Slowly being sucked away from reality, I feared for my life. Was this really the end of me?
Chapter 3
What are you really afraid of? And why....?
"Oh no, you're not dying yet." Pinkie Pie yelled out. This time I came out of consciousness instantly and the first thing I saw was a large needle that the pink pony has just plunged into my chest "And just when I thought I had taught you some manners. You go and try to pull a stunt like that." She said while she pulled the needle out of my chest. "You could've very well killed yourself. I didn't mean to cut the back of your head like that; I only wanted to have some of your hair. But then you had to go off and spook me. Worst of all, you made me hit the back of my head.. again." ...Are you even listening to me? The fact of it was is that I didn't even acknowledge Pinkie's ranting. I was completely petrified with fear. I had all of my focus all on one thing. That needle. Giant needles are scary to begin with no matter what, but to someone whom has a level of hypoderm phobia, like mine, frightened me to the point where I couldn't speak. To make matters worse, Pinkie was catching on. "Oh, I'm sorry. Do you not like needles? Well I'll have to help you surmount your fear. She grabbed a hold of the needle and placed it in the embers of the fire. I tried time and time again to break free from the shackles but Pinkie just giggled. "You silly head, you're not going anywhere now. That table is held stronger than you, but I got to admit I underestimated you. It's not going to happen again!" She took the needle from the embers and walked over to the table. She just sat there and smiled. Then with one swift movement, she took the needle and rammed it into my left arm. I could hear my flesh sizzle and hiss from the super-heated metal. I bleated out in agony but it only made Pinkie laugh. She pulled the needle out and proceeded to stab it into my other arm. The smell of my own burning flesh was sickening. After letting the needle sear the muscle in my arm, she then brought it to my left thigh. I implored the pink pony but it was too late. She began to stab my leg unrelentingly. The pain in my leg was ineffable. I screamed out through my tears. "Please stop! Please....stop!" After one final jab, she took the needle and walked over to place it on her cart. "And here I thought you were some really tough guy." she said in a disappointed tone. She then turned around and went to the far end of the room. She returned with yet another cart, but this one had a cloak on top of it. She then went over to an open tool cabinet. What she pulled out made my heart skip a beat, a large brass hammer and a cup of rivets. She gave a small giggle and came over to the table and moved it so I once more faced the ceiling. She moved over to the foot of the table and armed herself with the hammer. She placed a rivet against the sole of my foot and brought the hammer back. Trying to move was a futile effort. I looked at the demonic expression on her face as she brought the hammer down hard. The sheer concussive force of the blow sent a shockwave of pain up and down my body. She reeled the hammer back once more and brought it down again and again and AGAIN. Moving her attention to my other foot, she took another rivet and positioned it where she had stabbed me with my own blade. "Nothing like opening a closed wound." She said while bringing back the hammer. Taking careful aim, she swung the hammer down and pushed the rivet through in one blow. Satisfied with her handy work, she trotted over to the cart with the cloak on it. She grabbed the cloak with her mouth and pulled it away. Revealing the one thing I hoped I would never have to see. Sitting on the cart was a long coiled up set of black and red jumper cables on top of a giant battery. She took the cables and fastened them to the rivets that she had driven into my feet. Giddily, she made her way over to the monstrous battery. Grabbing hold of the switch, she looked over at me. "What? No whining or pleading?" I looked back at her. A face full of pride for finally cracking me. She left me with only one choice. I looked straight back at her and said, "Do it." Pinkie's once proud face vanished replaced with one of anger. I rested my head against the table and began to laugh. Then I heard the flip of a switch. For just a short fraction of a second, everything felt fuzzy and in the next instant, The electricity jolted though my body. I immediately began to convulse. Intense as the pain was, I managed to keep my limbs somewhat under control. I looked over at Pinkie whom had a crooked smile on her face. With a small giggle, she said, "Hey Kenney. It's just so hard for me to turn up the power knob the way it is. You think you give me a hand?" After saying this, she took my hand off the cart and pressed it against the knob to turn up the power. I didn't know whether I was sickened by the intense pain or if that was just the worst joke I had ever heard in my life. However, I began to lose what control I had over my body and started coughing up blood. I screamed in agony, hoping anyone would hear. "Not enough for ya?!" She yelled, cranking the power to the maximum. Losing complete control, my body flailed aggressively. The rivets heated up and started to burn my feet. Electricity began jumping from the rivets to the shackles, securing my ankles in place. The electricity shot up by legs and scorched the flesh on my shins. Then it all abruptly stopped. Smoke began to rise from my feet and the scorned feeling lingered. I felt a tug at my feet. Pinkie wrapped the end of the cables around her hoof and gave one quick jerk, yanking the rivets out of my feet. She then walked over to the table and then propped me up so I had a clear view of her. She just stood there and looked at me. My body felt heavy and it was difficult to breathe. I couldn't move without being struck by sharp pains. She finally broke the silence. "Well, it's been really fun playing with you, but sadly, all things must come to an end." I merely hung there broken. "But," Pinkie said. "Before our game comes to an end, I need to know something. If you knew what was going to happen and you had the chance to stop it why didn't you?" I looked at Pinkie to see if I was talking to the same pony. I was shocked that she would care about such a thing. "Why should I tell you?" I managed to ask through my heavy breathing. "Just humor me." Pinkie replied. I scoffed at her, "Even if I did tell you, I doubt someone like you would understand." "Why don't you just try me?" Pinkie said. I let out a heavy sigh. "(Sigh) The reason I didn't end my own life is because I remembered what I had told a friend of mine whom was contemplating taking his own. Taking your own life is selfish and disgraceful to you and everyone around you. For me, I have the obligation to protect my friends, no matter what the cost because I know I would do the same for me. If I was to selfishly take my own life, it would be dishonorable and unforgivable." I looked up at the pink pony whom was befuddled. Looking around the room as if trying to find an answer. "I just don't get it." she muttered, taking a seat on the floor looking up at me. I looked at her straight in the eyes and said, "I would rather die at the hands of someone as putrid as you than take my own life." Pinkie stood up and started, "How could you be so against taking your own life, but being so willing to die for others?" I looked back at her and answered, "Because that's just the way that I am. When you really care about someone, it shouldn't matter to you whether or not you are in mortal danger. To protect the ones that I care about was the only thing that mattered to me." "Was?" Pinkie Pie said in a questioning tone. I hung my head in lament. "The one person that I really cared about refused me. I gave her my heart and she handed it back to me. Now my purpose is gone. So why don't you finish your little game and be done with me so that I may die with what shreds of dignity that I might have left. I looked back up at Pinkie whom had a stoic look on her face. Then the wheels in her head began to turn and a wicked smile arose to the surface. She then spoke. "I'm sorry, but our little game has just begun." I saw that she had grabbed a plank of wood. Winding back, she cracked the plank over my head and I blacked out instantly.
Chapter 4
The Game Begins
I heard the sound of a door shut and the clatter of hoof steps down a flight of stairs. I looked around the room to find the source of commotion. Surprisingly, I found it easy to see even without a light source. I stood up to get a better grasp of my surroundings. I was in the corner of a room not the same one in which I was bound to a table. I tried to move forward but I was halted by my arms which were bound together and connected to the wall by a heavy chain. Then looking at the shackles again, I noticed something miraculous. My hand, it was there. Somehow, I didn't know how or why nor did I care. I tried to move my hand and it responded. The feeling of pure rapture overcame me but quickly faded. Getting a closer look, I found that even though I got my hand back it was still missing the pinkie and ring fingers. It was a bitter sweet victory but my attention was taken elsewhere by the flick of a light switch. I was momentarily blinded by the light but I heard a voice. "So you've finally decided to wake up. Like I said before, you must like to sleep a lot. I guess it didn't help that I hit you so hard on the head like that. Sorry, it just made everything run much smoother." By the time I got my sight back, she was standing directly in front of me. She looked up at me and said, "But I don't think you will have anything to complain about now will you? Dr. Charles." Her words paralyzed me, "What did she just call me?" I thought, staring back at the pink pony. Then she did something totally unexpected. She grabbed the shackle and began to unlock it. The shackle dropped to my feet and my head raced with a plethora of questions. My thoughts only to be broken by her words that she said "Come on silly head we have work to do." I didn't know what to do. It seemed like the Pinkie that had tortured me and the Pinkie standing in front of me was two different ponies. I looked back over at Pinkie whom was placing a box of tools on top of the cart. "Well, what are you waiting for Charles?" She said looking back at me with a soft smile. I began to walk towards her, I wasn't sure why but I had no feeling of hatred or a lust for revenge but a small shimmer of gratitude. In the position I was in, it would have been no problem at all to kill me. But, instead, she spared my life. On top of that, she was able to save my hand and doing anything rash in my condition wasn't something I could afford. So I followed Pinkie towards the main chamber of the basement in her home or where ever this place was. On the way down this corridor, I had to duck down to avoid hitting the ceiling. Continuing to the end of this corridor, the ceiling rose up and I could stand. Right before the entrance to the main chamber, I noticed a tall mirror. I stood in front of it and evaluated my body. I had an iron studded leather band around my head with a half of a leather cap covering my head where my skin and hair had been removed. The other side of my head was disheveled. I looked directly into my eyes. My right eye had lost all of its color; just the pupil was left in the center. The left eye had been stained a crimson red. Looking into my mouth, I saw that the teeth that had been ripped out had been replaced with teeth of iron. They looked and felt exactly like real ones. I grabbed the bicep of my right arm feeling the hole that had been left behind by the needle and there was another one just like the other on my left arm. Looking down at my left thigh, I could see all the holes that have penetrated it. From my ankles going up my legs were long, red, lightning bolt-like scars from the electricity. My feet were wrapped up in gauze. I had to walk on the balls of my feet to keep the soles of my feet from hurting anymore than they did. The skin all over my body was gruff, like sandpaper. After looking into the mirror for an extended period of time, I turned and faced Pinkie and who was standing next to her cart waiting patiently. "Why?" It was the only word I could manage to say. She looked up at me and said, "Because now you have a new purpose." She turned around and proceeded into the main chamber and I followed behind. Now most people might have taken revenge and killed her when they had the first chance but it was just some strange feeling I had. That somehow, I owed her a debt for sparing me and trying her best to heal my wounds. The fact that I didn't know what I would do next after escaping didn't look so good either. After all, I had a new reason to survive. I had a new purpose. "Come on slowpoke, I have somepony I want you to meet." She said trotting over to the same table that I had been bound to. "Give me a break." I said, holding my head which was throbbing. "Well I guess it is a bit early for you to be up and about, but you're a tough one. You'll be fine." Pinkie said. I walked over to Pinkie's side in front of the restraining table that was covered by a cloak. "Now you get to meet somepony special." She said. "Well." She gestured for me to pull the cloak off. I grabbed the cloak and pulled it away to reveal the unsuspecting victim. It was Fluttershy.
The End?