Whoever Makes a Beast of Themselves

There wasn't much to look at, save for a billboard and an old shack around the back of the motel. The road stretched for miles in either directions, and Swodahs' convertible still sat in the parking lot. When Sunset had tried hot wiring it, she came across, not wires, but veins, pumping blood.

"Ew," Sunset shouted in disgust.

The vehicle's headlights flickered on and the sound of screaming emitted from the radio. Applejack jumped back, falling over a trash can. The screams soon died and the headlights shut off, Sunset stared down at the veins and let them go. She jumped out and went over to the front of the car. She tried to open the hood but there was no sign of a place to get a grip on it. The smell of guano was strong now, as if there was a constant feed of the stuff entering and leaving the engine. Sunset went to the trunk and, like the hood, there was no way to open it.

"What in the hell do you think you guys are doing to my car," Swodahs shouted from one of the motel windows," get away from that!"

"I told ya he entered the buildin, Sunset," Applejack pointed," I told ya and you said he hadn't."

"Sorry I was just," Sunset struggled to find an excuse," I was just, interested in it."

"Well don't touch it," Swodahs frowned," he's sensitive."

"Machines are usually female," Sunset said, an eyebrow raised," why is this one a he?"

"He just is," Swodahs smiled," his name is Rev and he's a very reliable vehicle."

Sunset nodded, she'd need to find a way to Apploosa, without touching Swodahs' car.

The sun began to set, the old woman walked out the front doors and walked over to the two girls.

"It's getting dark out, please come inside," the old woman suggested," you won't like the night around here."

Sunset began pulling out a few dollar bills.

"Oh no, no need for money," the old woman smiled kindly," I would never leave anyone out in the cold and in danger. Please come inside."

The old woman led them inside and to a room at the far end. She opened the door and motioned them inside, it was pitch black inside and the smell of smoke emitted from nearby.

Sunset reached around the door for a light switch. There wasn't one. Applejack walked in and felt along the walls, they were really bumpy, the wall seemed to stretch on forever as she felt her way further into the room. The door slammed shut behind the two girls and the old woman, torches began to light along the walls, illuminating a cave. The old woman's face melted away, and the sounds of tearing clothes and tendons echoed throughout the cave. Where the woman once was now a skeleton, bat wings spread across the cave, teeth glaring in the light.

"What the what," Sunset said, her eyes trained on the two fangs in the skeleton's row of teeth.

"It only took you this long," the skeleton said," it took you all day."

"What are you talking about," Applejack asked.

"Welcome to a place unlike what you've seen," the skeleton said.

Before the two could ask, footsteps echoed from further down the cave. They sounded like a pair of boots.

"Ladies, welcome," Swodahs smiled as he turned a bend in the cave," please, let me show you around."

It was literal hell in the cave, the smell of something burning filled the air and skulls lined the walls. As they reached the end they were greated by a group of women, dressed in rags, their eyes were sunken and they lacked a healthy look to both their skin and the way their skin stretched around their bones. One took Sunset's jacket and another, Applejack's hat. The others bowed to Swodahs as he escorted the two girls through the hell hole.

"What in tarnations are you doin in.this place," Applejack spoke up.

"Why, mah dear friend, business," Swodahs chuckled. That was all he ever did, laugh, smile, or frown. It wasn't normal, even in this situation, for his smile to look so normal. He was walking them past dead women, naked women, dying women, buildings with men fondling women, and so on.

"This isn't business, this is enslavement," Sunset shouted," these women are being used as your and your men's play things. I'm sure you even have your own special room where two women duke it out."

"Yep," Sowdahs smiled," but you're only seeing the inner image of this town. Here, men don't need to worry about feminism, women telling them off. Here, women are what they'll always be, sex things."

"If you expect us to fall into this," Sunset growled," here's a wake up call."

Sunset punched Swodahs in the jaw and ran off, followed closely by Applejack. Behind Swodahs, women began attacking the men, digging their nails into their eyes and using their weapons against them. Again this Sunset was being a pain. First with Rev and now she's sparking revolution.

"After them," Swodahs shouted as he grabbed a woman by the neck and slammed her to the ground. Her skin burned away and her muscles began to cook. Then, her skull popped, brains splattering everywhere.

The revolution was short any woman who saw what happened backed off. Men were wounded and some women had run off into the Shepherd's Fire lands. Any man who had seen what happened said they'd be getting nightmares for weeks, in fear that they'd be next. The two girls hadn't gotten far. They had tried escaping through the entrance. To their dismay they had been easily caught by many of the motel 'guests'.

Applejack had put up a fight but multiple scratches and limb ripping and Applejack was dead. Although Swodahs never wanted that, he would have to settle with one. The last girl would answer for their crime. Soon.