Their Stories

“PLEASE! NO MORE!” Rainbow Dash cried as she was cut again on the side of her flank. She was just a filly, but stabbed now for several times. Let’s just say that there was this opening for who would be in charge of the Rainbow Factory for all those who were still Apprentices in the Organization. Rainbow got in the Organization by accident, and was kept there along with the rest of the fillies and colts during their training. The Pegasi were now also contestants of the heir to the Rainbow Factory, since the Captain said he would be too busy with his own apprentice to watch over it. Now, Rainbow was trying her best to survive atleast one round; those who don’t in the first round will be killed off but the others will prove worthy enough to see another day.

“Well, Rainbow Dead” the filly beating her up mocked, using her codename. “I guess this is why you named yourself that way”

Rainbow didn’t want this, not yet. She knew she would die if she didn’t act soon. To survive, she had to kill, but she didn’t want that. This foal that kept beating her up already succumbed to the monster they made in her. Dash had to make a choice: must kill or be killed.

“You’re not even trying anyway, D-“the foal didn’t get to finish as Rainbow bit her in the leg, causing her to scream. She tried kicking her off, but Dashie just bit harder, causing her to bleed. The filly was in horror to see that she just went from Victim to Killer. As much as Rainbow was once disgusted about it, she just let the blood of the filly enter her mouth as she gulped it down. She then finally brought her knife to the neck and stabbed her opponent. The filly’s eye’s rolled in the back of her head before it went limp. Rainbow then stood up, her kill at the feet of her.

“Rainbow Dead moves on to the next round” one of the mares judging the fight said. She crossed out the name of the other filly and let the
others go and take Rainbow to the Restraining Room until the next round.

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“Now, to finish your descent and Turning…” the Captain said, taking out a small vial of red liquid. “…drink”

Rainbow stared at the vial for a while. “What’s that?”

“Drink”

Rainbow looked at it nervously; she knew it may be something bad.

“DRINK!”

The filly pegasus shook from fear because of that. Shaky hooves reached out for the vial, grasping it and bring it to her muzzle. It was drained slowly at first, but the glare from the stallion made the filly hasty in finishing it. After a while, it was all gone.

She then began to feel weird and different. She felt braver, bolder, and more powerful. She felt it all overwhelm her as she looked back up at the Captain, a twisted grin across her face.

Captain grinned at the sight; he knew that if he improved the Victim’s Blood by adding in a strong twist, it would corrupt the filly within seconds. He then gave the filly a black suit, mask, and goggles to wear. He also gave her a pair of daggers. The filly knew what that meant as she reached up and put on all equipment, and tested the daggers.

“What did you once call yourself?” Captain asked the filly.

“Innocently, I was called Rainbow Dash. Here, I’m Rainbow Dead”

“Rainbow Dead, fitting name”