Red and Black 2

Patient had finally finished barring the door to the one room building before the commie leader had woken up. The alicorn’s mind was in a haze, his brain scrambled as he suddenly remembered the deaths of his glorious comrades; cut down by a psychopath; said psycho was probably a damned fascist! Or even worse, a capitalist! He had hoped his other comrades had ran off and grabbed their Kalashnikovs and molotovs.

The alicorn moved his leg without opening his eyes. Horrible pain rushed up his spinal column to his brain, causing him to shout, opening up his eyes. He struggled to move, but found he couldn’t move any of his forelegs or wings; almost as if they were bound to his body.

“Mornin’,” the nurse mused as he turned on an old oil lamp.

The commie looked down to see his forelegs and wings tied down to his torso via a length of rope. Next, he noticed the bear trap on his leg and screamed, flailing his leg and only succeeding to dig the teeth of the device deeper.

“Quit struggling,” Patient growled. The light caught his face in such a way that it highlighted his baggy eyes with popped veins.

“I—” the alicorn began, only to be cut off by Patient.

“Name.”

“C-Crimson Charge.”

Patient nodded. He pulled open a desk and found a dull, rusty letter opener. Perfect.

He set down the oil lamp on the same desk and stood over the alicorn. “Ydych chi'n siarad Cymraeg?”

Crimson shook his head. “I-I don’t understand what you’re saying.” Patient merely sighed and shrugged.

“Mae'n drueni.” He smirked before driving the letter opener up the bottom of the uninjured leg’s hoof.

Crimson howled with agony and shook, trying to free himself. Patient had dug the end of the dull knife into the bone, just barely piercing the marrow; he was also holding the leg down with magic. Suddenly, the nurse hammered into the letter opener with a nearby brick, pushing it deeper and deeper into the bone, splitting it, cracking it, and ruining the marrow and viscera around it.

The alicorn was able to get one of his wings free and he flapped it vigorously, trying to escape. Patient chuckled and got up leaving the letter opener wedged into the split bone. Using his hind legs, he stomped viciously on the wing, snapping it in several spots and mangling it beyond repair. Crimson shrieked with horrible anguish as his left wing was smashed.

“Mae dau goes ac un adain i lawr,” Patient mused; his eye twitched.

He got up from the screaming, bawling, flailing Crimson and strolled over to one of the broken windows. Uninterestedly, he pried a piece of still attached glass off and brought it over to the communist, who looks up with teary, fearful eyes. Using magic, Patient gently pokes the alicorn’s stomach and raises an eyebrow.

“Ydych chi eisiau i gwrdd â Pinochet?” He asked smarmily with a burning hatred in his gaze.

“Wait what!? No! I don’t understand!” Crimson cried, using his remaining wing and forelegs to push fruitlessly against his ropes.

Patient’s only response was to look Crimson in the eyes and slowly inch the piece of glass into the alicorn’s stomach. Blood poured from the wound and drizzled down the sides of the alicorn and onto the floor. Crimson shook and kicked at Patient in violent agony as he saw the nurse scoop out a short few inches of intestine.

Once that was done, Patient held down his kicking victim with magic and leaned his face down towards the wound on his stomach. With a bite, he grasped onto the intestines and began to pull, yanking out long, wet ropes of intestines. Crimson’s shrieks were all that could be heard, and his voice was getting hoarse.

After Crimson’s tormentor had pulled out a significant amount of intestines, he pulled the letter opener from the leg, causing another shrill cry to pierce the heavens. He was able to somehow cut the length of intestinal tract from the rest of the system. With that, he slung the length over one of the rafters in the ceiling. He tied one end of the guts on a sturdy table leg and formed a noose with the other end.

“N-no! NO!!” Crimson knew exactly what was going to happen. He tried thrashing again, but Patient’s concentration was at its peak, so he was able to keep the alicorn pinned.

“Fod yn dawel.” Patient rolled his eyes and picked up the alicorn, slipping his neck through the noose and tightened it. He still was holding the alicorn up in the air with magic.

Crimson was crying bitter tears. His insides were on fire, he saw his comrades die horrible deaths to this bloodthirsty capitalist, and worst of all, he had shamed his ideology by dying like a bitch.

“Bye.” Patient smiled, releasing Crimson…

A loud crack echoed through the building as Crimson’s neck snapped. The intestines held up more than Patient had anticipated, and he was impressed by it. He watched the bound alicorn swing on the noose, blood flowing heavily from the wound in his stomach onto the floor.

He gave the cadaver a salute. He saw stars and stripes for a moment before he turned to leave. He tore down the barricade he made, plank by plank, until it was once more pieces strewn about. A silent, bloodied battlefield of a city street greeted him, and he turned to the train station before trotting to it to clear his head.

The sound of several galloping hooves filled in the soundless void moments later, accompanied by scritching and several voices calling out desperately for Shining Armor. Patient's brow rose, and he turned to the street just as Rekka and his companions frantically rounded a corner, all of their eyes wide.

Patient gaped as he realized they brought with them a sixth pony that not only looked like a foal undergoing a growth spurt, but one that looked barely alive. The group saw Patient and made a beeline for him, only skidding to a halt the instant they were within two feet of him.

“Who’s this!?” Patient’s gaze turned from one of rage to one of immediate concern as he got on the filly’s level.

"Her name's Patchouli, and she speaks Neighponese. The alicorns very likely made her teach them barrier magics, and…" Rekka paused to set Patchouli down on the station, and she immediately curled up into a ball. "We need to warn Shining, but we can't leave her here to the proverbial wolves. Patient, do you have food and water handy?"

“Yeah, probably.” Patient focused on a conjuration spell he halfway forgot. Within a minute, he had formed a fresh loaf of bread and a blob of water that he levitated. Patchouli turned to the two objects and gave a weak groan, before she was given the bread and the glob of liquid. She ate and drank hurriedly, taking large mouthfuls at a time.

Rekka nodded, and only when Patchouli finished her meal did he turn to look at Koto. "You, stay with us." Then his gaze fell onto Tenmei, Nagare, and Yuuki. "You three, get Shining. Murder anypony that gets in your way, if they're like the monstrosities that we ended earlier." With a series of nods, Tenmei bolted off down the street while Nagare and Yuuki spread their wings and immediately took to the air.