Twilight stared at the basement door. The door was blocked up again. With wood, and bone, and...

She swallowed. She was not going to cry. No, she was not going to give Applepath the pleasure of hearing her cry.

Too late.

A choked sob came between gritted teeth. She tried to stand up and couldn't. The muscles that used to hold her wings twitched. She was trying to hide her face with her nonexistent wings. Pain racked through her, not the physical kind, but the emotional one. Sadness. Anger. She gripped her stomach with her front hoofs and cried out. What time was it? What time?

She let out another cry, this time letting everything out. She could hear Applepath laughing. Big Mac screaming.

All of this.

Where was it... that nail. No..something more.

It was time.

***

Big Macintosh had passed out. Applepath was reaching for a needle to wake him back up when she hard Twilight yelling, "Oh..Applepath..."

The psycho orange filly walked out into the basement.

"Hey, haven't we met somewhere in the past?" Twilight was holding a hammer over her head. She closed her eyes and saw Spike, she saw all the happy times. "Hey, you're special to me, Spike, I need to talk to you..." Tears were spilling from her eyes as she blinked up at the weapon. "Hey...what time is it? How long ago did you die? What day is it? When was I supposed to go to Canterlot again? I JUST DON'T KNOW!" These last words were screamed at the top of her lungs. "Hey! It would be just great if we just forgot...all of this..." She whipped around. "Goodbye, Applepath!" she spat, anger in her voice. "Have a good time in Hell!"

And with those words, she dropped the hammer onto her brain, killing herself.

Applepath glared at the wet purple pile that once was a friend of Apple Jack's. Brain goo splashed around, making little piles at her feet. She suddenly felt something in her. Inside, the Apple Jack was still alive. She was working her way out.

"AAAHHH" she screamed, dropping to the ground. She pressed her hooves against her forehead. "NO! I. AM. NOT. LETTING. YOU. BACK. OUT!!! AARGH!" Pain racked up her body. The Apple Jack inside was kicking at her, breaking out. "No..." Applepath crawled back into the room and picked up one of the knives. "You want to be out?!!! Fine! I'll help you!!" She plunged the knife into her torso, made a small circle, and ripped out the organ she thought that the other side of her resided.

Her heart.

She held it out in front her, watching it beat one, two, three times, blood spilling out her wound. Her hoof was bright red. "I...killed...you...Apple Jack...Now...you...can't...escape..." Her last words spilled out along with blood as she dropped to the ground, dead.

***

"Hey! AJ!" Apple Bloom called, running around the house. "Apple Jack? Where the hay are you?"

She found the basement and climbed downstairs. "Apple...Dear Celestia..."

The scene was gruesome. Apple Jack, lying in a pool of blood, her heart ripped out lying next to her. Big Macintosh, lying on a table, his eyes burning and cracked. When Apple Bloom poked one, it crumbled, leaving an open hole where the eyeball once was. A random skeleton with little amount of tissue was lying in the corner. Twilight Sparkle has her wings and horn pulled off and her skull was crushed in. And Spike had large cuts and was missing his intestines and stomach.

Apple Bloom screamed. "Gr-Granny! Call the police!"

The murders were never solved.

Author's Note

Short chapter I know. But it's over! All of it's over!