It was the end of class, and Blood Petal was furious. She often was, but this time she wasn't the only one. The whole school was angry. The teachers were the cause, as always. They often hit the children, except for the month before school break. As it was a boarding school, it would allow their wounds to heal before their parents saw them. Those days were treasured. Other days were wished to be forgotten. The teachers would smack them, kick them, trip them and several had been cut with knives kept in the desk draws. If an answer was incorrect, that was the punishment. That was until a few days ago when Blood Petal began plotting.
She spread word around the school, the hurt would stop, if they joined her. She would throw away the rules, and let chaos reign supreme. They could hardly wait. She would bring death to the teachers, and watch as it greeted them with it's cold embrace. The thought made her smile as she walked to the school doors, and nodded to three other students standing near. The doors opened, activated by a button pressed by one of the students, and two timber wolves stepped in.
Petal greeted her pets with a hug, having missed them for a few months. Her father had raised the pair's mother, and Petal was a young filly when they were born. With the help of her father she trained them as guard dogs, with her own special touch. Petal could see they were starving, and was glad to know her pets would be fed soon. She walked them to the cafeteria, and waited for the bell to ring. It did after a short while, and the school sat at various tables. Then a teacher walked in, and up to Petal she went. Before the teacher got so far as a meter away from petal, 5 students jumped in-front of her, and the timber wolves growled at her lowly.
"Just what do you think you're doing?!" cried Ms Shilling in a shrill, threatening tone. Petal stepped forward, her dark pink mane bouncing slightly against her dark grey coat.
She stared at the teacher for a second or two, then spoke. "You beat us every day. treat us like we are worthless, and play with our lives as if we were nothing but a lump of dirt. How long did you think it would be before we took action?" she asked, her voice burning into Ms Shilling's mind. She motioned with her hoof for the students to step back, then spoke one word. "Feast" she whispered, barely audible, yet somehow every-pony in the large room heard it. With that, her wolves dove forward, feasting upon the teacher as their owner had commanded. Over the screams of Ms Shilling, the ponies began to make a tune.
Stomp stomp, Clap. Stomp stomp, clap.
The tune continued until the screams of Ms Shilling died down. When the wolves stepped back, all that was left of her was a brooch. It was silver, and seemed to be a shilling. It was old, that much Petal could tell. She looked at it, completely disgusted, then crushed it with her back hoof. That was when several more teachers stepped into the cafeteria. They were shocked, angry and confused. The fools thought attempting to punish the students would help. The students brandished swords from under the tables, and charged at the teachers, stabbing them until they were an unrecognizable pile of flesh. Petal stood back and admired her handiwork. This never would've happened without her, of course. Half of the students explored the rest of the school, killing any teacher they found. The timber wolves went with them, sniffing out any-pony hiding. They continued this until they found the principal. Principal Bloody Mary. They brought the principal to the cafeteria, where Petal sat on a throne comprised of the bodies of the teacher's. She had something special in mind for the Principal, the one who let the torment continue in this hell hole.
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.
