Anesthesia

CHAPTER 3

Hours had passed since he left his comrades
to deal with red filly at his command.

He returned to the room, and was hit with a smell.
It smelled like death as his nostrils swelled.

There she was, still hanging by her hooves.
She looked redder than before, and she didn't move.

The doctor smiled. His buddies were fantastic!
She lasted so long, it was ever so spastic!

Blood matted her fur and caked the table red.
The crazy old colt knew she was finally dead.

"You poor young thing. You lasted for so long...
I thought you'd never die, but DAMN I was so wrong.

Your body would make for a nice specimen.
But they overdid it with the cuts. Oh well then."

He looked her over and saw her damage:
endless cuts, stitches, bruises, dark places left savaged.

The mane and tail was dyed black, her teeth painfully ripped away.
Fecal matter on cuts, wing stumps singed black, hooves forayed.

It's amazing how any pony could do this. But then...
then again, it was a group. He trained them. It was bound to happen.

He levitated the girl's body using his magic with ease,
then plopped her on the floor which was no longer clean.

Looking to a slot on the wall that sported a handle,
a slot opened up with the help from his magic, which lit up like a candle.

Picking up the filly's body, he held it over the crevice
and just before dropping her in, said "Thank you for your service."

Down, down, down, the crimson filly went
speeding through a jagged silver-blue vent.

The body hit the walls, scraped the sides, slid and left marks
cracked ribs, smashed her face in, all in the dark.

This whole process took about 15 seconds total.
but then again who's counting? Very unnoble.

Finally the red mess landed with a plop
onto a heap of strange, spiky leather, among other slop.

The place was a room unlike any other.
In fact it was outside in an alley where no one would bother!

Instead of day it was dark at night.
The critters of that alley gathered to see their new meal in sight.

Tiny claws pittered and pattered
onto the red body which was severely tattered.

One of them, a raven, started to pick at her ear
when it suddenly twitched, and jumped back in fear.

A sound escaped the filly's nose.
Some of the animals suddenly froze.

Her chest heaved, her hooves twitched.
Some vermin scattered, squeals high pitched.

Whoever stayed saw a dumbfounding sight.
Their meal was alive! Their eyes did not lie!

The her golden eyes flickered open.
Blurred shapes passed by. Her eyes roamed over them.

All she saw were the silhouettes of ponies against the dim light.
Those 4 legged figures...some had horns...some could take flight...

None of them were in her position, in her state.
How come none of them see her? Is it too late?

She had no clue where the hell she was.
Her gold eyes crossed, her head went abuzz.

Although her body hadn't moved an inch from that spot,
she took in her surroundings, and realized it wasn't too hot.

Whatever she laid on was spiky and soft...
Also very stiff...and smelly...it felt off...

Ahead of her was a street which had some strange noises.
Large wheeled creatures were pulled by ponies."City? What fast voices..."

The only noise behind her were the critters.
She must be at a dead end with a lot of litter.

The smell, that disgusting foul stench!
Her stomach hurt so much, she thought she would retch.

She had to move. To get to any sort of help.
Her forearms moved, but ever so slowly. They felt like burning hell.

The cuts on her body protested, bled and stung with every drag.
She slid down the pile. Gashes got larger when they hit some sharp snags.

What was minutes seemed so timeless.
Her body was so numb and wobbly, she felt spineless.

The crimson ragdoll eventually reached the pavement
where any pony can see her. But instead, they came and went.

"Help...me..." she whispered with a sore throat,
and laid there, and waited...and continued to lose hope.

No pony stopped or even gave her a glance
for she looked just like a piece of fresh kill for tiny little ants.

She waited and waited and waited for help to arrive.
Confidence drained. "How...am I...alive?"

She should be dead! She lost so much blood!
"How come death didn't take me when they took so much...?"

Her mind read over her memories as she flipped through that mental book,
replaying each scene as best she could recall as she shivered and shook.

"The needle! That needle he put in my arm!
It had liquid in it..he said...." she thought in alarm.

"Did...did it...keep me alive? But how...
I think.. I should be dead right now...

He said he never knew...the effects...
Did...did he lie...?" she fell asleep after she guessed.

The next morning, she awoke, still in the same spot.
Some food was at her side, and the weather turned quite hot.

She had some renewed strength; she felt a little better.
She leaned up against the wall in the shade to eat and escape the hot weather.

A box of open Chinese noodles and a bottle of water.
The filly felt some hope return. Who would bother?

It wasn't much food, but it would suffice.
Of all those ponies, somepony was...nice.

Her throat hurt when she grumbled, so she couldn't talk.
Her hind legs hurt the most; she couldn't walk.

"I'll have to stay here...till I'm better..." she decided.
This option made her not so delighted.

As she ate, she watched life go by; Ponies, some birds,
even the rare-occasional dragon, zebras, sometimes in herds.

But all were busy talking to each other. Or
too buried in their notes and minds, or just poor.

Thankful for the meager food and drink,
she dozed off after she had so much to think.