The Uprising

"Well? Anypony?" Henry continued. There was complete silence for a full minute as the ponies stared dumbfounded at the insane stallion that stood before them. Henry stared back with an enormous expression of satisfaction. After a long period of time, a yellow stallion finnally, slowly raised his hoof. "You, the one with you hoof up, what's your name?" Henry asked.

"Kyle." He replied. Henry's eyes narrowed.

"Sorry, did you just say 'Kyle'?" Henry question the volunteer.

"Yes, yes I did." He answered. Henry's smile faded. He lunged at Kyle's throught, screaming.

"YOU! YOU DESTROYED MY BOTS! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" Henry shouted at the unicorn. Kyle head-butted Henry with his horn and he fell backward, hooves on his forehead which was bleeding profusely. Another pegisus in the crowd, a green pony with a black mane, a hat, and a dotted scarf yelled.

"Everypony, get out while he's distracted!" He yelled. The pony pressed a button near the exit. All the other ponies escaped, leaving only himself, Kyle, and the scientists alone in the factory.

"You moron! do you know what you've done?!" Henry screamed at the two lone ponies.

"Absolutely; I just let the  prisoners out of this purgatory." The pegisus replied. Henry was posatively livid. He glared at the green horse with a contorted expression, his face red from screaming and blood. The ponies all stared at each other silently, waiting for the explosion.

"You infiltrated my factory, you killed my robots, you released my prisoners, and now you're acting like it's all good?" Henry asked, angry but calm.

"Uh, yeah?" The green pony replied.

"You lousy piece of useless, goddarn crap." Henry said, starting to loose his cool, "You inconsiderate, incompetent, mother dog. I HATE YOU!" He finnished, no longer calm at all. He charged at him, his mind compleately gone from his anger. He didn't care about the bots anymore, or the escaped ponies, or that the pony before him had infiltrated the facility without his concent; none of that matered anymore. All that matered now was that he was in his way. He was nothing more than an obstical, just a destraction from what was really going on. Halfway from where he had started, Henry felt a jolt of pain in his stomach as the other pony jumped at him and thrust his head into Henry's under side, sending them both flying at the nearby conveyor belt. "Get off of me, fatty!" Henry screamed at the stallion, now lodged in his belly.

"No. And the name's Sam." The pony replied. Henry shoved Sam off and jumped to his feet. Sam's scarf was caught in the grinder, and he was tugging franically to get it out. Henry flew over and began forcing Sam into the machine. Kyle dashed to Sam's side and threw Henry off, shattering his glasses against the wall. Sam finnally got free of the machine and flew over to the bloody pony that was Henry. He picked Henry up by the mane and pressed his head against the belt, pealing half Henry's face off. The machine was now covered in more blood and muscle than ever.

"Stop that! Ow!" Henry screamed in agony. He pulled one of the bots over to him and slammed it in Sam's mid-area, Sam fell off instantly and hit the floor with a loud crack. He lay there, motionless and bleeding. He stopped breathing. Henry tried to get up but heard a snap and sudden, intense pain in his neck. He was tired from blood loss already, so he slumped down in pain as the conveyor belt pulled him slowly to the grinder. He fell into the machine and felt his limbs being pulled and twisted in ways he could never have immagined, his flesh tore off his body quickly, and he felt every inch of his body being smashed and crushed into a fine powder, then poured into a liquid solution and mixed with blood and natural pigment. He was dead within seconds.