Flitter's Day Off

Flitter looked on to the ceiling, then at the pictures she had taken with Cloudchaser. She stopped her thoughts to process what she had just done, but could not do so as the ticking of the clock annoyed her. Time was annoying her. She did not have enough of it, it outran her and it stopped for nopony. Not even her. She began to cry as she looked upon the mangled body of her sister, taking her scattered organs and caressing them, then laying on top of her and hugging her tightly. The blood squirted on her, all over her face, and curiously she gave it a taste. It tasted like bits, and surely Cloudchaser would look down upon this, but as her eyes were rolled to the back of her head, she could not see anything. Flitter sat up once again and began thinking of Rumble, she got off of Cloudchaser and vomited once she caught sight of a line of her intestines stuck to her body. The smell was revolting, and she even urinated, slipping on her own piss and falling face down on the now defiled floor. She, as she was still crying, began to curse herself, calling herself weak. What had she just done? She had killed her own sister! If the authorities found out, then she would never be able to see Rumble again! Rumble would not even want to see her anymore. But she knew he loved her... was it the same way as she loved him? She knew she would do anything for him, including take away anypony that may keep her from him. Family included. That meant his mother was next. Flitter gulped in nervousness and shook, trembling like a newborn deer as she tried to stand up.

She crawled into the living room, onto the carpet, and found the door still open. She could see nopony outside, and concluded taking a shower would not be in her best interest right now. There was no time, and the rain would wash her off anyway. She spread her wings and tried to run out of the door, but her outstretched wings prevented that. Cloudchaser was most likely calling her a dumbass and laughing at her from the afterlife. Flitter did not care, she ran out successfully  and took flight into the air. Afraid of being spotted, she took up to higher altitudes, not minding the occasional friendly shock from the clouds. It actually kind of turned her on, especially the hum that the electricity gave off as it charged. Her mind shifted, and she began to play a game with the clouds. A game she and Cloudchaser used to play, and she and Rumble pretended to play on land one day in the past.

"Okay clouds! You gotta see if you can shock me! If you can, then good for you, if not, you lose!" the pegasus cried, as the rain pelted her and forced her to land, as the wind held her back. Surely above these clouds was a sun, and she was going to reach it. No matter how cold it got, no matter how much she got shocked. "On your marks... get set..."

The cloud she stood upon shocked her, and she jumped onto another, it seemed she was a pole which the lightning was attracted to, and there was no escaping. The lightning was far to fast for her. She took on hit, trying to dodge another, but a completely different lightning bolt struck her. Taking that Cloudchaser had made this storm could suggest in a way, Flitter was still playing with her sister, but this was now torture. Maybe her sister's angry spirit was seeking revenge, and Flitter was merely getting the karma which she had coming to her. Flitter tried to get down from the high altitude which she currently was in, but her attempts of escape were futile. She dropped onto the surface of a cloud after being struck down from the sky trying to fly away. The cloud continued to strike her, and she began to sink from the cloud until finally falling from the sky. She slowly closed her eyes, not able to remain conscious from the shock therapy prescribed to her by the gods and goddesses of vengeance who now wanted her bloody head on a platter. She cared not about them.

The sight of the forest under her was welcoming to her sight, and she felt the branches of trees snapping under her while she ultimately lost her conscious fully once she landed in a phoenix's nest and felt the warm yolks covering her as the phoenix screeched at her unwelcomed intrusion.

She awoke, seeing the world upside down. Her body burned and ached all over, and she could not feel any of her body parts really. There was this burning feeling and a numbness. Possibly from the shock and the damage she had taken from the fall. She heard mumbling and laughing, trying to move her neck or her body proved fruitless as she was in too much pain to do so. Trying to speak, she only made a squeak, as she found her mouth to be taped shut. She began to cry once again, looking to the land behind her as she found herself to be moving. Her hair bow then fell onto the ground. Covered in blood and yolk, singed and falling apart. Her mane was then shifting to block her sight, so she did not see the clawed paw now put a blindfold over her eyes. She tried to scream, but a quick punch to the throat shut her up and let her trying to cough through the tape. She could not do anything but squirm, as the feeling in her body now began to return. This left her with even more pain than that which she was experiencing before.

It seemed as if hours had passed before she felt her captors or whomever had carried her from the phoenix's nest had slammed her heartlessly onto a cold ground. The cold feeling sent chills running through her nerves, and it burned her body even more. She cried helplessly as she trembled violently and pissed herself once again. She heard even more laughing, and struggled to move her legs to tear off the blindfold and tape, but her legs were still too much in pain and bound by ropes of some sort.

Her vision was flooded by the sight of many cloaked quadropedal beings with wings, the room which she was in was a circling madness of symbols plastered upon the walls. Many ponies, dead and alive, were being crucified on the walls, each impaled by a pole which was bent to pierce the ground as well. She heard their cries, seeing how young they were, how small the fillies were. Still clinging onto life, but so close to giving up. Flitter could not manage to even cough up vomit, and any would be blocked by the tape anyways. Candles dimly lit the ground, and the ceiling was completely blackened out by the lack of light. One of the cloaked figures approached her and tore the tape from her mouth, leaving her to scream, and as if it were a chain reaction, many of the tortured fillies stuck crucified on the walls also began to scream with her. A couple of the cloaked figures quickly acted to shut them all up, but Flitter remained alive, flinching at the sudden bursts of crying which bulleted from the dying fillies as they were finished off, she could not even bear to look. She shook uncontrollably, closing her eyes, opening them only after the crying had completely ceased. She was greeted by a head which one of the cloaked figures threw at her from the dead body of a filly. She recognized it. It was the head of Cotton Cloudy, a filly whom she had foalsat along with Rumble some day the current year. She heard that the filly had gone back to Cloudsdale with her family, but the hasted leave was too shady to be a move... they were foalnapped.

Flitter looked away, still sobbing, and found the ones to be before her a council of Gryphons. They looked intrigued with her, and the one to approach her was Gilda.

"You're surely the one," Gilda said, as a sick smile arched across her face. She stroked Flitter's wings and laughed as Flitter was too scared to retract it from her. "Welcome to the Hood."