A School Rebellion

Principal Blood, as she had been nicknamed, stood before Blood Petal, The new Princess of Death. She knew the filly all too well. She was about to open her mouth, when Blood Petal raised a hoof. "I have a few things you should be aware of. First, Your words mean nothing to me. Second, You have caused this entire school mass amounts of pain. I will not go easy on you. And Third, I am very creative. I can think of 101 ways to make you suffer for as long as possible" she finished with an evil smirk, one that simply said 'you will regret ever hurting any of us'. Principal Blood could do nothing but listen, as she was held tightly by several students. She tried to struggle, and tried to fight them, but it was no use. Petal approached her. "Come now, don't you want to spend some time with your little dandelion?" cooed Petal in a sickly sweet voice, using the nickname her Aunt had once used for her. Indeed, the principal was her aunt. Her father hated his sister, and after Petal's first day at Fillydelphia High School, she knew why.

The teenaged pony drew a scalpel from a nearby table, and walked to Principal Blood's right flank. She caught faint traces of roses and lavender, remembering the perfume her aunt had always worn. She slowly cut a circle around "Aunty Rosie's" cutie mark, a bouquet of red roses. She very slowly peeled the skin away from the muscle, smiling as she did so. Her aunt had been crying since the first cut, and was now begging Petal to stop. Petal ignored every plea, and moved to the other side, repeating the process. She placed both cutie marks on a table, then grabbed a cheese grater. She remembered getting her hoof cut on it as a filly, and her aunt wrapping it in a tissue to help it heal. She wasn't going to do the same in return. Grabbing one of Blood's back legs she held the cheese grater up, then began grating violently. Blood cried out in pain, blood and tears staining her coat severely. Several chunks of skin were ripped off during the process, and after several minutes, her leg was merely a pile of mush. Petal repeated the process on each remaining leg, remembering all the pain she felt as a younger filly, being hit all over her body by a teacher, while her aunt merely watched in the corner. Petal thought she cared, but she couldn't of been further from the truth.

Petal put the older mare through so much torture, that she was barely recognizable towards the end. Petal was covered in blood, and not much remained of Blood herself. She was still alive somehow, and was just wanting it all to end. Petal then cut open Blood's chest, slowly removing each organ. Though out of the body, they were still keeping Blood alive. Just what Petal wanted. She then held her hoof above Blood's heart, ready to bring it down at any moment. "Any last words, Rosie?" asked Petal in a slightly out of breath growl.

Blood stared up at her for a moment, then spoke. "I'm sorry." she said. Then it was black.

Petal walked away from the corpse in a huff, blowing her mane out of her face. She had made her father proud today, and was very glad to of done so. She would rule over her kingdom of chaos with great joy, slowly expanding over time. Her timber wolves, Romulus and Remus, descended upon the corpse of her aunt, taking great joy in eating their meal. They had eaten a lot of food today, and would have quite the stomach ache tomorrow, but they would recover. After all, Petal needed them to take over Fillydelphia. That's right. She wasn't done with the school, a kingdom needs more than one building to not only survive, but thrive. She would feed her subjects, her wolves and so many more. A new lesson was learned today. Braveness inspires rebellion, and rebellion inspires chaos. Its a marvellous circle of death. Watch out, she's coming for you, and death is her ally.