Disharmony Rises

The group headed back out to Braeburn, who was leaning against the door of his truck.

"Braeburn, Manehattan... now." AJ demanded as everyone got into the truck.

"What's going on cousin?" Braeburn asked as he got into the truck himself.

"They got Applebloom. Now fucking drive!" AJ yelled.

Braeburn started the engine and took off. After almost an hour of riding, the truck pulled into the parking lot of the train station just as the train itself pulled into the station. A hooded figure stepped off carrying a bound and gagged Applebloom.

"Mmph!" Applebloom called as she saw her sister.

The hooded figure immediately took off, running into the large city.

"Come one y'all!" Applejack yelled as she jumped out of the truck and began to run after the figure.

The others quickly followed suit. Before long, they tailed the figure to an abandoned subway entrance.

"Be on your guard girls." Twilight said as she and Rarity lit their horns to provide some light.

They slowly moved deeper underground, following the single path leading into the subway tunnel. Rainbow inhaled and gagged.

"What the hell is that smell?" She whispered.

"Smells like dried blood." Pinkie replied.

"How do you know what that smells like dear?" Rarity asked.

Pinkie didn't answer. They continued in silence, soon reaching a large theater like room. In the center stood three sacrificial tables. On the tables were Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle, and Applebloom. All had been stripped to their undergarments.

"Oh..." Rarity began.

"Mah..." Applejack chimed in.

"Celestia..." Dash finished.

The three girls gave a collective muffled cry for help. Suddenly, a laugh echoed through the room.

"Glad you could make it to the party." A voice called out.

Pinkie began to shake, knowing who the voice belonged to.

"I-It can't be..." She said nervously.

"Pinkie, what's wrong darling?" Rarity asked as she tried to comfort her friend.

Just then, the hooded figure from before stepped out of the shadows at the end of the room. The figure whipped off the cloak and threw it to the ground. Standing there was a pony with flattened pink hair. She wore a blood stained white shirt and a pink skirt with a picture of three skulls tied to strings like balloons. She brandished a knife and around her neck hung a gold necklace with a blood red butterfly gemstone. Pinkie fell on her rump as she saw the girl standing there.

"Who is that Pinkie? What's the matter?" Twilight asked.

Pinkie breathed heavily as she stared at the pony in front of them, unable to believe what she was seeing.

"I-It's... P-P-Pinkamena..." Pinkie said.

"So, you do remember me. Good. Because you know I remember you. You locking me away in that puffy little head of yours for all these years." Pinkamena said in a distorted version of Pinkie's voice.

"What is she talking about?" Twilight asked.

"Well, guess what. I'm free now. And with the help of Starswirl, I will kill your friends and lock you away for eternity." Pinkamena ran the knife along her tongue, a small line of blood appearing.

"N-No... you won't hurt anypony..." Fluttershy said quietly.

"What? You think you have the balls to stop me?" Pinkamena asked.

"I... I... yes. I'm sick of ponies like you. Always hurting others for your own amusement. I've had enough." Fluttershy said with more confidence.

"And just how do you plan to stop me?" Pinkamena said.

"I'll... um..." Fluttershy replied, her confidence slowly fading again.

Dash looked at her and motioned to the sword she had. Fluttershy raised her sword.

"Um... en garde?" She said nervously.

Pinkamena rushed Fluttershy and began swiping violently with her knife. Fluttershy blocked every swipe, whimpering each time their blades connected.

"Flutters, you have to attack back!" Dash yelled.

"But, I don't want to hurt her..." Fluttershy replied.

"It's either kill or be killed! Now kill the bitch!" Dash yelled.

Fluttershy continued to whimper. Pinkamena began a series of furious swipes, sparks flying as their blades clanged together. Suddenly, Pinkamena stopped abruptly and fell to her knees.

"Son... of a..." Pinkamena said as she fell forward, a trio of arrows sticking out of her back.