Apple March

Applepath threw her head back and laughed. This was too easy.

She twitched slightly, watching Twilight Sparkle lower her head. She smiled. "CaPTiViTY."

She paused.

"The corruption continues..."

Applepath paused. "Thank you, Twilight. I didn't know you liked the song too." She untied her captives. "Ten minutes."

"T-Ten minutes?" Twilight looked up at her, tears streaming down her face. "T-To do what?"

"Ten minutes to stretch your legs. Say your final goodbyes. You have no time left."

***

Princess Celestia yawned. The fire crackled. Why was it that in summer the castle was still cold?

Or was that the sense of fear that something wasn't right?

She paused, tensing up. Something wasn't right. Was her sister doing something or....

A flash of green flame jolted her back to her attention. A letter. From Twilight. Dear Princess Celestia help Sweet Apple Acr

That was all.

The princess put her hoof to her mouth. The letter wasn't written in ink...it was written in blood. Dragon blood.

She stood up and paced in front of the fireplace. Back and forth, back and forth. The rhythmic pounding of her hooves helped her to think. One of the guards noticed. "Princess?" He stepped into the room. "Something troubling you?"

***

Twilight stood over Spike's body, tears sliding down her cheeks and dripping over his corpse. She sighed, holding down a hiccup. She scratched underneath her matted mane and swallowed hard. Her stomach flipped. She sucked in a breath through gritted teeth as she remembered that her horn was now attached to an unworthy psycho living in the body of her friend. She sighed again and lay down. resting her head on her hooves.

"Time's up...." Applepath sung softly, walking up to the disabled princess.

Twilight sighed. "G-Go ahead."

"What?" Applepath blinked, surprised.

"I said, go ahead. I don't need to...I don't want to live anymore..."

"You know what?" The orange filly circled Twilight, snickering softly at the lavender pony's fear. "No."

"N-No?" Twilight's eyes widened.

"Of course not." Laughter bounced around the room. "Why?"

"I-I...B-But..."

"There's one other foal I need to...exterminate...first."

***

Big Macintosh shuddered. This wasn't right. No matter what he did he couldn't move, couldn't escape.

Couldn't survive.

The thought of him dying at the hooves of his sister, his beloved younger sister, made him angry. So angry, Fluttershy would have scolded him. But then again, his beloved would scold anyone if they weren't nice. He straightened up, sweating behind his ears and soaking his forelock. He was scared. No, petrified. He didn't want to hurt his sister.

But this wasn't his sister.

This was a murderess living in his sister's body. A murderess with Twilight's horn and wings. A murderess who...

He couldn't finish the last thought. Applepath had the gas mask on again. She turned to Twilight before turning on the gas. "You think you had the answer. Then I made it disappear." Turning back to him, she smiled a crooked grin. "Outlines, of your life, that I drew for you...." She turned on the gas again. "Fade..back...to..black." She said the last word a lot harder than the others, the expression on her face widening. That was all he saw before the red around his vision switched to black and he passed out.

He didn't want to hurt her.

But he didn't have to.

When he came to, he couldn't feel his limbs. He turned his head, making sure they were still attached. They were. He blew out a sigh of relief and leaned his head on the table. "Has she gone back to her normal self?" he whispered, feeling the shivering shakes racking his body come to end. He closed his eyes before relaxing as much as he could. He was safe.

"Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey..." A soft voice cooed. Big Macintosh sealed his eyes shut so tight that he thought that he would lose his eyelids.

Which he dd.

Applepath drew the scissors across his eyelids, slicing them off revealing a maniacal grin to a now petrified again red stallion. His heart pushed against his rib cage, beating so loud and fast that he swore Applepath could hear it. She grinned wider. At this point, he realized that the entire room was dark, and the only light was coming from the door in the corner. This meant that he was in the basement, and Twilight was in the room. Where Rarity died. Applepath grabbed a sharp knife and pressed it against his cheek flesh. The metal blade caught the only light in the room and gleamed in his vision. His eyes burned. Applepath gently squirted some liquid into his eyes, reducing the pain slightly. She adjusted her position and pushed slightly on the knife's handle. The blade sliced down into his cheek, only stopping when it bone. Big Mac winced, tears of pain welling up in his eyes, partly from the pain of the knife biting into his flesh and partly from his heart breaking at what his little sister was doing. He opened his mouth to scream, cry out, whatever. What came out was, "Why..why is it so dark...?"

"I was wondering when you would ask that..." Applepath slide the blade up his cheek, ending before the base of his ear. She scraped down from there, peeling away at the flesh. "In the darkness, there's no need for light, so..." The muscle tissue ripped away from his cheek. She moved to the other side and repeated it. "From the inside of my madness..." She yanked on the blade. Big Mac leaped in pain. "Goodbye."