Rainbow Heart

The cave dripped water from the ceiling. The pegasus in the room dripped blood. Shadows danced on the walls as the flame from the candles lit the rocky walls. It was my temporary home. It wasn’t much but it would suffice for now. It had my sleeping bag for bed, a rug on the floor, and a small table. The special rug had a yin and yang symbol in the center of it with other magical ornamental designs on it, a gift from my significant other. There was a pegasus I had hunted and secured in the cave. His wings were wrapped tightly with barbed wire dug deeply into his flesh. Any moment now the pegasus would wake up and he would face judgement. The cave opening was behind the pegasus only adding a slight amount of moonlight.

The pegasus woke up from my sleep spell to find himself in a peculiar situation. When he realized his blood was on the cave floor, he tried to move but was restrained with pain shooting though his body. The pegasus’ his head jerked up and saw me.

“Help me!” He begged. “Get me out of here.”

His name was Drop Zone. He was a blue male pegasus with brown mane and tail with brown eyes. His cutie mark was a brown package. This pony was guilty of many things and did not deserve help. This pathetic excuse for a pony only looked innocent.
I said, “I know the past, the present, and the future. I know all about you Drop Zone. When you were a colt you were fascinated by flying, but you soon became even more inspired by how things fell. It started by dropping rocks and sticks, but after you started working as a package deliverer you got thrills from dropping packages from the heavens and watching them strike the ground with disastrous internal results. That wasn’t enough for you though, you discovered that picking up poor defenseless animals and bringing them high into the sky brought a terror through their bodies that stimulated you. From there you would release them and watch them fumble through the air tirelessly until they smacked the ground and died. This excitement wasn’t enough though. You graduated to little colts and fillies. They were easy prey for you. When the adults went searching for their missing young ones, you decided to take it to the next level and began murdering mares and stallions. Every time, you got off watching their terrifying faces and their bodies crashing to the ground breaking like glass. You even sometimes made sure they had less than perfect landings, bouncing off rocky slopes, falling through sturdy branches, landing on spikes, among other things to make sure their death was as painful as possible before the end. Then you framed an innocent griffon by planting his feathers at some of the crime scenes. That griffon was sentenced to death and killed. I know all that you have done.”

Drop Zone shouted, “I didn’t do that. I swear. It wasn’t me.”

I interjected, “Don’t lie to me. I told you I know everything. I call this Karma, you call it revenge, and society calls it justice. This is payback for all the evil you have done.”

I took a saw and walked behind the pegasus who begged and pleaded. With one hoof I grabbed his left wing and with the right gently rubbed the blade against where the wing connected to his body.

“Okay, I did it. I admit it. I’m sorry. Please don’t take my wing.” Drop Zone finally admitted realizing what was about to happen.

I held the rip saw in place for a whole two seconds before I thrust the saw back and forth violently digging into flesh. Drop Zone shouted with shooting pain through his body as his wing was ravaged. I didn’t stop sawing vigorously until the wing came clean off. Blood was pouring everywhere. Drop Zone fell to the ground exhausted.

“Now, if you want out of this cave you have to sever the other one. Maybe now you will learn not to hurt other ponies and to use your skills and special abilities for good.” I said dropping the blade in front of his snout.

After Drop Zone shakily stood back up, he looked at the blade and looked at me. I could see Drop Zone’s anger rise within him. His head with jerky motions managed to get the handle of the blade in his mouth. He looked at me and looked back at his remaining right wing.

With rage building inside him, Drop Zone knew what he had to do. This unicorn knew secrets. Once he got out of this entanglement he was going to silence this unicorn so no one would know what he did. Anger built up inside him knowing he would never fly again since one of his wings had been amputated. The remaining wing was now worthless anyways.

Drop Zone began the painful process by slowly rubbing the jagged blade against his wing. Then began sawing it off with excruciating pain. With a sickening thud the wing fell to the cave floor lifeless.

Drop Zone, covered with his own blood, took a deep breath. Looked back at me and snorted, “I’m going to kill you for this!”

Drop Zone charged forward at full speed with the rip saw in his mouth ready to attack me.

A brief moment of surprise came across Drop Zone’s rage filled face, as he fell and disappeared out of sight. A scream came from the hole in the ground. I walked over to the pit that had been hidden by the rug that Drop Zone had rushed over. I could see him look up at me before he became motionless and died. The pit was full of various knives and sharp objects including a machete, sword, and a spear, but also had sharped stalagmites. Drop Zone had been impaled on these objects in a horrific death. Drop Zone got what he deserved and I could now move on.

My work here was complete. I needed to get my belongs and move on. There were other things I needed to do.