Time lapse to morning

3rd person perspective: Celestia

After a less than restful night and fruitless breakfast discussion with Luna, Celestia went to the carriage landing to depart to a most undesirable place: The Draconian Federal Correctional facility. The flight itself was only scheduled for an hour and a half but it ended all to soon for Celestia, who's mind was askew with worry and fear of her past decisions.

As the carriage hit the concrete of the landing pad Celestia jumped at the sudden force and composed herself as the carriage slowed to a stop. As she stepped out she was greeted by a battalion of armed guards and the head guard at the front of his assembled troops; Steel Sentry. A tall built dragon a head higher than Celestia and quite muscular, his face showed a no nonsense demeanor and his reptilian eyes seemed to be able to freeze an inmate in his tracks. Once Celestia own guard were instructed to guard her carriage she turned toward Steel and spoke in her usual 'princess tone'.

"Good Morning Mr. Maze I must thank you for your quick response on this matter and your understanding in keeping this between us and the Warden" Celestia spoke with genuine gratefulness in her tone.

"Hmm" Steel Maze grunted " As long as this doesn't get traced back to me and my prison I don't care what you do with the snake" he seemingly growled out in a blunt manner.

Not at all surprised by his gruffness Celestia motioned to the facility behind the guards " Shall we then?"

Nodding silently Steel started walking towards the prison with Celestia in tow.
A short walk to the side entrance had the duo, along with another two draconian guards, entering the facility to the sounds of hoots and hollers from the prisons inhabitants. The ruckus became even more loud and racy the deeper the group marched into the facility, the inmates, ranging from dragons, diamond dogs, changelings, and even a few ponies, yelled lewd or downright disgusting comments at the Solar Diarch from their cells. Celestia ignored them with her usual grace and levelheadedness as she followed her host through a door labeled;

Solitary/Special Confinement

As the reinforced door slammed behind Celestia the now silent halls made her feel a sense of deadly foreboding, not only from the deafening silence but from the presence she felt... a presence she hadn't felt in a very long time, one she had hoped she wouldn't have feel again but it seems that fate is not without a sense of irony...

Perspective switch to ~~Q#$%@-~~ Prisoner-4479 3rd person

'She's here, I can feel it' the prisoner thought with a sinister smile adorning his shadow hidden muzzle. Said prisoner was currently bound and blind folded in a sparse and dimly lit cell, the only light being the small high window shining in the mornings rays. Currently the room had only a lavatory and a bed frame (both looking unused), the room itself was a bit larger than a normal prison cell; about the size of a normal apartment living room. The walls and floor made up of solid concrete as well as the ceiling, despite this though the prisoner was lying in the darkest corner of the room with his back facing the door. He himself (from what can be seen in dim light) looked like hell, his grey fur matted and stained with his own blood in several places the same can be said for his vermilion mane and tail both knotted and stained with the same substance. His 'clothes' if you could call them that anymore were ripped and stained as well, the red scrubs shirt was long since destroyed and the pants still kept him decent though they to were ripped and stained with dried blood. Despite his appearance and current condition the prisoner was still smiling and seemed to be quietly chuckling at the irony ' I wonder what she wants so badly to turn to me for help' he laughed with mirth making his damaged insides scream with pain which only made him cough up blood and laugh more at the pain. Soon the vicious cycle stopped as he heard the slot on the steel door open and he felt eyes on his back, after a few seconds of observation he heard the voice of both sun-butt and the head guard as they spoke to each other, though he was sure that Celestia knew he was awake and listening.

"I see you followed my instructions on handling him, his hands are bound, his eyes are blindfolded, and his horn is suppressed. That's wise though I question the necessity of roughing him up." Celestia spoke with measured breath at seeing the monster still living.

"Bah you ponies are too soft, he caused to much trouble to get mercy and my guards don't exactly think of him fondly after some of the shit he pulled in here, you should be happy he doesn't need an iron lung to breath." Steel Maze glowered rudely much to the chagrin of the ruler.

"Never the less, I am just glad he is still under contr-"

"Y'know they didn't follow your instructions when I got here Celie, tell me Mr. Maze how many guards and cell mates did I go through before you wised up?" the Prisoner finally spoke and though he still faced away from them she felt his smile.

"QUIET 4479! YOU WILL SPEAK WHEN SPOKEN TO!" Steel barked, turning to the cell control room down the hall he ordered" GET CELL 2-B OPEN NOW!"

"Heheheheheheheh but wheres the fun in that my scaled friend?" he said after a cough filled laugh "How else am I supposed to piss you off then with my voice?" he laughed once more

The heavy steel door opened with an loud creak and a electronic buzz, Steel moved before Celestia could think of stopping him. Steel stepped over to the prisoner and roughly grabbed him up to a standing position, helpless to stop him and not really caring to even if he could, the prisoner felt the force of a large fist hitting him before the pain exploded in his temple, the next thing he felt was the cold floor. As he faded from consciousness he heard something that made him smile.

"That wasn't necessary Mr. Maze... Take him to the Interrogation room if you would be so kind." Celestia's voice echoed before he let forced sleep take him.

Author's Note

Some of you have suggested getting an editor and although I have searched for ones assistance I have come up short... I will however try to proof read more thoroughly. If you don't like that the door is right there.

Also if you caught the reference of the prisoner's number, you get a cookie

From the desk of Dr. Mind Quill