Cherished Emotions

The first thing Cherie was aware of as she was brought back into the world of the living was voices, lots of voices. Noticing just how cold she was feeling at the moment, Cherie realized two things. One, that she was laying face up on a bed, and Two, that her clothes were currently not on her body. Knowing that a good freak out, while probably making her feel better, would not help her currently, Cherie decided to face whatever situation she was currently in the old fashioned way; kick ass now and ask questions later.

Waiting until one of the natives was within her reach however, was a boring endeavor, as all they seemed to do was talk.

"So what have you discovered about it so far?"

"Well, first of all Princess, we've determined that the creature is female, and that-" Cherie tuned out at that point, waiting for one of them to touch her before she took action.

The slightest brush against her side was all it took to get Cherie to act. Throwing her body over the side of the bed she landed on all fours and glanced around her, quickly taking stock of the situation. Lunging forwards Cherie reached her hands out and clasped them on both sides of the head of the miniature horse she assumed was the scientist that had been speaking with the 'Princess'.

"Don't move an inch or you'll regret it!" Cherie whispered harshly in her captive's ear, her heart pounding in her chest and adrenaline pumping through her veins. She glanced up, spotting a tall alabaster equine that appeared to be a cross between a Unicorn and a Pegasus with a long  mane of many colors that seemingly defied gravity. "You!" Cherie snapped out. "Go get my clothes!"

The equine -Cherie couldn't think of a name that would fit her- stared at Cherie with eyes that conveyed shock, sympathy and anger all at once for several long awkward moments before walking over to one of the corners of the room nearest to the door where a box sat on the floor. Cherie watched the equine warily as she opened the box, revealing the clothes that Cherie had been wearing before she fainted.

"Toss them over here." Cherie ordered. She was momentarily surprised when the equine obeyed without question, lifting them up with the tip of her horn before swinging the long bone Cherie's way, the clothes sliding off of it and landing at her feet.

"Now then, what are we supposed to do about you?" Cherie mused, glancing down at the shivering miniature horse who's head she held between her hands. "Wait a moment," Cherie stared at her left arm. "I could have sworn my left arm was broken."

"It was, we fixed it for you."

Cherie jerked her head up at the soft lovely voice that belonged to the equine across from her. "Well then I suppose a thank you is in order, but don't think for a moment that this will earn you any favors from me." Cherie replied.

The equine nodded without a word.

"Now then, where am I?"

"Y-y-you a-are i-in E-equestria." Cherie almost jumped at the shaky voice of her captive.

"Equestria?" Cherie repressed a laugh at the ridiculous name. "How cute." Cherie waited a second before continuing. "That's what I would say if I was nicer kind of girl, but since I'm not I'll tell you what I really think."

"Do tell."

Cherie forced herself not to flinch at how close the voice of the equine in front of her sounded. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Cherie warned,  glowering at the equine.

The equine frowned. "I apologize,  I didn't mean to startle you."

"Whatever. Anyway, I think it's a stupid name." Cherie snarled at the equine. "And you better BACK the fuck up before I do something drastic."

The equine's abnormally large eyes narrowed at her threat. "I would suggest that you release my subject this instant." The lovely tone of the equine's voice was gone, replaced with a level of seriousness that almost scared Cherie,  almost.

Cherie sneered. "You think you can scare ME? Do you know who I am? Well I'll tell you regardless. I am Cherish of the Slaughterhouse Nine and compared to my teammates you're nothing but a child who doesn't know their place in the world yet." She knew she wasn't really a member of that group anymore, but this talking equine didn't need to know that.

The sound of music roared in Cherie's ears, the anger of the equine in front of her almost overwhelming her. This equine was special if she could produce such strong emotions. Cherie's mind grabbed a hold of the anger and tried to twist it into an unconquerable fear that would cause the equine to collapse where she stood.

But nothing happened.

She tried again, exerting the power she had gained from her trigger event, the worst day of her life, which was caused by her father Niko Vasil, also known as Heartbreaker.

Again it failed to work.

"No No No No NO!" Cherie screeched at the top of her lungs, her arms shaking with the effort it took to prevent herself from snapping her captive's neck. "This CANNOT be happening!" Her legs threatened to collapse beneath her as she struggled with the realization that her power wouldn't work these abominations, a power which had only ever failed to effect members of her family and the rest of the Slaughterhouse Nine.

"That's IT!" Cherie exclaimed shrilly to herself. "This is all just a dream, I'm still trapped within Mannequin's prison at the bottom of the Boat Graveyard." She rambled off as she shoved her captive away and dropped to her hands and knees.

Cherie faintly heard the captive asking 'Princess Celestia' if she was alright, but Cherie took no heed of what was happening around her, too absorbed with her effort to come to terms with the fact that her power was useless against the natives.

"Cherish."

Cherie looked up at the usage of the cape name she had taken, tears of disbelief rolling down her face and dripping down onto her hands which were scrunching up her bright pink shirt.

The equine, no, Princess Celestia, was sitting down in front of her and looking down at her sadly, the equine she had held captive having disappeared. "You've been through something terrible haven't you?" The sheer amount of pity Princess Celestia was feeling enraged Cherie.

Slowly climbing back to her feet Cherie turned around and made short work of putting her clothes back on. "You wanna know something Princess?"

"What is it?"

Cherie spun back around and glared at Celestia, her hands clenched tightly into fists at her side. "I HATE being pitied."