When Anarchy Strikes

The infinite night was still off-putting, as usual. Scoots was draining Raindrops of her blood at the moment, and Pinkamena was contemplating pulling another number. She still had to prepare Screwball for baking. The bloody teeth were already out, and the bones were ground into powder, but she still had to dissect a few organs. She reached into the corpse, and pulled out the heart after a careful separation with her scalpel. There was only the liver, which she just ripped out. The dim pale light from the eternal full moon reflected beautifully off bloody ribs. She made a mental note, as she tossed the dead skin bag into the walk-in freezer. She still had to bake Thunderlane, Flitter, Rumble, and Night Light. Damn, this would take forever. She went to the wooden box, and pulled a small slip of paper that read '372'. Buck, that was Ipsywitch. She had to do it, and survive. This would take Scootaloo assistance.

"Scootaloo, I pulled Ipsy again. Grab the tranquilizer, and some unicorn horn powder, would you?"

"Sure thing!" Scootaloo was always so enthusiastic about these things, and that almost made Piknamena's hair fluff up again, but would always fall short. She then saw the orange filly, blood staining her hooves and various marks of it across her face.

"Sorry I couldn't stem the blood flow. Hope it wasn't too bad." Came Pinkamena's relatively flat response to the sight of the extremely cute sight of the bloody filly.

"Oh, no. It wasn't a problem at all. It was actually funner like that!"

"Just get yourself cleaned, and geared."

"Okay." Scootaloo skipped over to the bathroom of the boarded up, dreary candy store that had once been sugarcube corner. The shower was going, and the egg timer on the oven went off. The Starlight Glimmer Cupcake was finished baking. She pulled out the pink cupcake, and put in the decoration. It read 'Sorry', because last time she drew Ipsywitch she nearly died herself, and wanted a more subtle approach this time. She then sprinkled the clear tranquilizer into the cupcake, giving it a sparkly look. She then gathered her black cloak, made from thunderlane's coat by Rarity, and began searching for anything she might need. A dagger, a vial of volatile acid, and enchanted wing guards. She placed them under her cloak, them serving as metal armor for her torso. The actual armor would be too bulky for this specific harvest. She also brought a small crossbow, and wristblades. She was going to get that witch this time. By the time she gathered her equipment, Scootaloo had her tranquilizer gun and unicorn horn powder in her saddlebag. She also had a cloak, but it was dark brown opposed to black. They left for the dreary outside. All doors and windows were all either barred up, barricaded, or broken into. They had to watch their backs, as anyone could be anywhere. There were red eyes from a shadow, and they rushed. Soon, they were at the target's house. Ipsywitch managed to get the old Mayor house, as she either burned, disintegrated, or melted whoever stood in her way. Other than that, she seemed nice. She held the cupcake on her back as she knocked, and heard a few locks unlock.

"Let me guess, you wanna make up for trying to kill me from some silly number picking method? No." The dark lime mare with a black mane began to close the door, but Pinkamena put a hoof in the doorway.

"Wait, I brought a cupcake." The door opened again, and Ipsy looked it up and down real quick.

"You turned Starlight Glimmer into a cupcake?" She nodded. "And you think I enjoy the cupcake form of cannibalism, why?"

"Everyone likes cupcakes."

"Ugh, fine. Come in, but Scootaloo has to drop her gun." Scootaloo pulled out her nearly perfectly hidden gun, and gave it to Ipsywitch. "Good, now Pinkamena with the Wristblades, Come on." Where was this going. She obviously knew their purpose there by now, but she still handed over her gear. Bad idea. "Okay." Ipsywitch pulled the gun on them, and shot Scootaloo with the tranquilizer. Then, Pinkamena found herself at gunpoint. She tried to dodge, but was shot.

She found herself tied up, a sharp feeling in her neck. She snapped open instantly, to see Ipsywitch holding a knife to her neck.

"Just how dumb are you, exactly?" Ipsy was giving an inquiring look. She could ask herself the same thing. Scootaloo lay on the ground behind her, just waking up.

"I just wanted a party, no harm done. Right?" She was putting on mock-nervousness to give Scootaloo time to get up.

"Why is it that you think I like tranquilizer on my cupcake?" There was then a quick click of a trigger of a presumably empty dart gun. "Ugh, am I really the smartest one in this stupid town?" She pulled a vial of bubbling green liquid, and shattered it on the filly's face. There was a shriek of pain as the glass cut through her skin, and as the liquid soaked in. Pinkamena flexed her chest, and managed to get a dagger out of her cloak and to her back hooves while Ipsy looked to the orange filly. She began cutting.

"Woah! Why did you do that? The gun wasn't even loaded?"

"Ever heard the saying 'it's the thought that counts'?"

"Still, what did you do?" The ropes were off now. She could wriggle out, but needed a distraction.

"She shouldn't be able to see for an hour or two, but you two won't live that long. You'r not getting off the hook now, not after I wasted a potion on the brat." Scootaloo, blindly and clumsily, hit Ipsy on the head. There was a big thump, and she fell to the floor.

"and I didn't even get to torture you..." With that, Ipsy fell. She was definitely out cold. Amazing the muscle you build up when you drag bodies all day.

"Okay, she's not living through this." She plunged the dagger into her throat, blood splattering onto her face. The spine made a distinct crack as it split her spine. "Now, we're making a special cupcake with this one. She didn't really deserve it, and nearly killed me before I got a chance, but that's why she's gonna make an extra good one."

"When we finish her, can I have some?"

"Of course!"

It was a dreary task preparing Raindrops, as usual. The organs were in a bucket at the edge of the room, ready to be fed to the timberwolves. Scoots was just walking around the corner, face covered in blood. It was so cute when she had blood all over her. What ruined the effect was the frown that came with it.

"Pimkamena, we have a problem. Ipsy keeps healing the cuts, and blood. I also have to keep killing her. What do I do?"

"Let me take a look." She followed the filly into the bathroom, and the tub was actually filling with blood. This wasn't usual, not since she tried to kill Rarity with that blacked out eye thing. She actually enjoyed it, and they just gave up. "Okay, maybe we could choke, drown, dissect, starve, dehydrate, electrocute, or just hack her to pieces. I could still work with any of those." Pinkamena noticed a slight movement in the not-so-dead Ipsy's chest. "Vivisection it is. Whatever keeps her ticking, maybe I can put it in you, Scoots." The filly beamed at that, then deflated. The very alive pony hanging above the tub was flailing everywhere, attempting to struggle.

"Will I live through it?"

"I have the school education to be a surgeon for literally every organ. If I could put a dragon head on a yak, I can move some foreign organs from point A to point B without killing point B. Now, get me the tranquilizer gun." The once again smiling filly ran off to the former kitchen, where most equipment now was. She waited for Scoots to return, as she wasn't going to deal with Ipsy while she was awake. She came running back, and gave the gun to Pinkamena. She then shot Ipsy, and nodded to Scoots. Scoots ran over to the tub, and very roughly pulled the soon to be corpse down, ripping the flesh in the legs. This didn't matter however, as she was now carrying the witch to the table. She then grabbed some chains, and chained her down by the legs and neck. With Ipsy ready, it was Scoots's turn. There were bags of b- blood type and o-- blood type for Scoots and Pinkamena. She grabbed the b- blood type, and put it next to the other table.

"Okay, Scootaloo. Are you ready?" She came running in, nodding eagerly, and jumped onto the table. She lay there, and Pinkamena shot her in the side of the foreleg with the tranquilizer. She pulled the dart out, and inserted the blood-bag needle into a vein in the filly's hoof. With both parties ready, she made the usual cut through Ipsy's torso. She grabbed the bone saw, and got the ribs out of her way. She did the usual cutting out the lungs, heart, liver, and came across the unusual organs. It was a dark purple bag radiating with magic. She very carefully took it, and began cutting. It came out, and the magic faded. Pinkamema then made the cut in the filly, and manipulated the veins around just under the colon to come out to connect to the new organ. Normally, this would work better under the ribs, but she couldn't work around them, as well as there being no room. She grabbed a green magic paste she took from a hospital, and smeared it around where the new organ and veins connected. There was a green spark, they connected, and the organ started up again. She carefully rearranged things back to where they were, and pulled the flaps back. She took some thread and sewed them together. She then took the rest of the paste, and smeared over the incision, and it healed with a few green sparks. If this didn't work, she could always take it out. She then unbound the filly, and carried her to the bed on her back. She was getting tired, and the moon was getting dark, so she just left Ipsy how she was. She took a quick shower, and joined the filly in bed. It was cute how even in sleep, Scoots always cuddled up to her.