Melody of Dismemberment

All Bold Tyranny could see immediately upon exiting his examination cell was the mass of morbidly abused, outcast ponies. It's where you go after you fail the Perfectionism. Bold Tyranny was recalling his failure because he was "too pastel". Nowadays, ponies that aren't brown, white, or black were used as gladiator entertainment or as slaves. He was put in a line, to be auctioned off to somepony that'll buy him for the purpose of watching him work, or maybe to see him get the very life beaten from his body. His earth pony strength could give him the edge in farming, but not much else.

While in his deep thoughts, he was struck by a purposeful hoof to the jaw. It tainted his two-toned blue fur with the crimson liquid that allows him life. As he regained his composure, he saw a sight that should be fiction. The pony that had struck him was currently butchering a poor pegasus filly. Her wings were slowly but forcibly being torn from her small body by a group of ruffian guard ponies. The poor little one wouldn't survive alone.

Bold Tyranny ran to the quickly fainting filly and threw her on his back. No pony would hurt this filly again. She whispered something to Bold before she fainted. He'd tell himself that he didn't catch it, but he wouldn't. He's not one to lie to himself. He told himself that he'd protect her life with his own. His minty colored mane must have tickled her because he felt the foreign spasms of a child's giggling. She climbed off as she awoke, leaving a dry, maroon puddle on Bold's back. She trotted next to him, keeping stride well he wasn't sure where he was taking them, as long as it was safe from the brutal warehouse of slaves to be. He asked the filly her name.

"Scootaloo" she said. It was a nice name. Her orange coat was near soaked at the flank. The blood of her wounds had streamed it's way down her back while she had slept. She was obviously weakened from the removal of her wings. No pony could truly remain strong after the torture she experienced. The destination to which they had been trotting was a simple one. Escape. This filly wouldn't be tormented any longer. This filly was now Bold's filly.

Bold led Scootaloo out of the flocking station, into what seemed to be some kind of dining area. He now got a better look at this filly, if she could actually still be called that. She was older, but just shy of being a full grown mare. She wasn't quite as short or as well upholstered as he previously thought. Bold found this filly, no this mare, to be rather beautiful.

Scootaloo and Bold decided to partake in sound food they found at a market stall. They decided to sit next to two black mares. one with a two-toned mane that appear to resemble cotton candy, and the other with a solid maroon mane. The two mares gave Bold the oddest looks when they saw him not only caked in blood, but also dining with a wingless pegasus. The mares finished their meals rather quickly and trotted off to get away from the odd duo of ponies.

"So, why'd you save me?" Scootaloo asked. The question caught Bold off guard and made him ponder the question. Why did he save this mare?

"I couldn't let anypony take advantage of you while you were out." was the smart ass retort Bold so cleverly came up with. They both just laughed it off. The two finished their food and Scootaloo decided they should find a safe place to sleep. Bold agreed due to it already being dark, and she needed the rest. Bold quickly found a hidden place in a secluded alley. They both settled down to sleep. Neither of them slept well with a night of tossing, turning, and nightmares of the days experiences.

Bold was the first to awaken. He looked over at Scootaloo's sleeping form. He bolted to awaken Scootaloo as fast as he could.

"Scootaloo! C'mon Scootaloo, you've got to get up!" Bold shouted. She was getting pale. She was in a pool of her own blood. They had forgotten to bandage her wounds. Bold had no clue on how they could have forgotten. It should've been done before they even got food.

She woke up, oblivious to the fact that she was near death from blood loss in her sleep. "Stay here, I'll come back with bandages!" Bold said as he ran for a nearby box of small bandages and gauze pads. He came back to her near unconscious body. "Hold still" he said as he rapped her wing nubs in gauze and bandage strips. her color very slowly returned with her strength as she slowly stood. "Uh, thanks" she replied with to the given situation.

"Well, how about breakfast?" Scootaloo asked as they walked to the market stall they had been to the night before. They got the same meals they had the night before. A salad made of old vegetables and brown, dying lettuce. It wasn't a meal for nobles like the Melody family, but it was food. They didn't enjoy the food. Primarily because of the taste, the awful salads tasted similar to the bark of a tree.

After they finished, they began searching for a way to leave the warehouse. To protect Scootaloo, Bold knew they couldn't remain in the cramped quarters of the place. Scootaloo was the first to notice it. An exterior air vent on the third floor of the warehouse. All she and Bold had to do was get to it. She would've flown them to it, but the ruffian guards tore her wings off. She and they were surprised that the pain alone didn't kill her.

They waited for it to turn dark before they searched for a way to the vent. When it was just the guards out at night, it became easier to skulk around. Scootaloo was the one to find a way up. She was much smaller and faster than Bold. She'd just have to signal to him when she got there.

Scootaloo slunk away from were Bold said he'd be hiding. She noticed the market stall and hid behind it as two guards passed. She thought about taking them out, but decided against it. she probably isn't even strong enough to handle one, let alone two. Once they were where they couldn't see her, she looked around for a way to the next floor. She saw a staircase on the opposite side of the warehouse. She got out from behind the stall and stealthily made her way to a nearby crate. it was slightly opened. She heard an entire troop of guards walking towards her. Without having to think it over, she jumped inside the crate. It contain the salvation of Her and Bold. It contained a pair of saddle bags and survival supplies. She struggled a little, but managed to get the saddle bags onto her back. She put The survival supplies in the bags and waited for the platoon to pass. When they did, she climbed out of the box and took alleyways rather than the main road. there were too many guards patrolling the roads. She got through three alleys, one of which she had a close call to plowing over a few guards by accident. She could see the stairway. It was a mere twenty meters away. There was only one problem when she got to the staircase. It was behind a corner. That means that there could be anything behind it. She thought about running back to Bold. To Bold and to a life of slavery. No. She took her chances. Cutting sharp around the corner throwing a hoof as she did. There was one guard. A mare. She was obviously staggered by the accidental blow. Scootaloo didn't hesitate to capitalize on the chance. She tripped the mare and took a dominant position on top of her, but failing to pass her guard. The mare wasn't dumb. She was trained. She caught a hoof Scootaloo threw towards her muzzle. She used the momentum to force Scootaloo to turn her back to the mare. She threw her fore legs around Scootaloo's neck and began to use a sort of Rear Naked Choke hold on the younger mare. Scootaloo could feel herself running low on the oxygen she so desperately needed. She thought about Just allowing the mare to kill her as her vision darkened. She refused to submit to this pony. Scootaloo bucked her hips towards the air and throwing her head backwards, colliding with and breaking the mare's muzzle. her face was instantly covered in blood when Scootaloo did so. The mare let go, allowing Scootaloo to regain a dominant fighting possition on top of the mare. Scootaloo then rained down hoof after hoof, smashing the mare's head and face into the cement floor below into a puddle of blood and torn flesh. Scootaloo knew this mare. She was the bitch that tore her wings off. She unleashed all of her rage and pinned up pain this mare caused. Scootaloo could only make out ther hairs of the mare's mane after the damage she had caused. it was two-toned. Purple and Pink. the memories came flooding back. she knew this mare well. The deed Scootaloo had just preformed on this mare would never leave her conscious. She ran up the stairs, not turning back. She had tears welling up in eyes. She couldn't believe what she had just done. She tried to force the identity of the mare out of her mind, but she couldn't. It was as if somepony branded the very image into her mind. She'd never forgive herself. She found the vent. She waved her hooves in the direction of Bold Tyranny. He saw her. He was on his way up.

Scootaloo took the time to contemplate on the devastating act she had preformed.

Scootaloo thought as she sobbed "How could I have killed her? She didn't deserve it. No. No, No. She did deserve it. That bitch caused me unbearable pain. She was in the wrong, not me. No, no. I did the right thing. I served her fucking justice!"

Scootaloo laughed at this. Wouldn't Applebloom have been terrified and heart broken if she had seen what Scootaloo had just done. Scootaloo thought it was a beautiful thing, the justice she had served to the sinner she knew as a filly.

Bold Tyranny came trotting up the stairs twenty minutes later. He couldn't believe his eyes. Scootaloo had built herself a nest out of the carcasses of the guards she took the lives of in the time it took him to reach her. It was grotesque and morbid. And so was her laugh mixed with the streams of tears running down her face. She saw him and trotted over, happily.
"Scootaloo, you rest while I get this grate off the vent."
"No, No. I've got this" She yelled as she bucked the grate into the vent.

They climbed up and onto the roof of the warehouse. It was nearing dawn. They looked down for a way of escape as Scootaloo noticed just how dirty and garbage-filled Manehattan had become. They looked and spotted their target. Then they jumped off.