Anesthesia

EPILOUGE

The former nameless alicorn, who once could fly,
never again into the clouds, for wings she was deprived.

Her horn was broken, but she could still harness magic.
It was used for some things ever so tragic.

Her flank bore an unusual sight; three diamond-shaped scars.
She won't, and never will, fully see her cutie mark.

Brielle, that small black and white unicorn, was brave.
As visionless as she was, she saw the goodness behind her friend's pain.

So she offered her new friend a place to stay as long as she wants
on one condition; to clean up this city of its gangs and their flaunts.

Now the red mare roams the streets, hiding in the dark.
Hunting to put down any crime before it would even start.

Her special talent? She figured out soon enough.
To make the wretches suffer greatly before their time was up.

Crimes mostly happened at night. So she made that her time of fun.
Often she lost control of her emotions. Her victims couldn't escape nor run.

One day, Brielle gave her a curious device; a box that made sounds.
It had many large buttons on top, and a speaker that was round.

It was called a radio, and it blew Anesthesia's mind!
Voices, songs and many sounds filled her room almost all the time!

Every day she would listen, and it would make her smile.
The news reports especially; reports on the gang's vile

and ruthless crimes are starting to trickle in the reports;
"Who is killing the ruffians? Is this some type of blood sport?"

"Mangled bodies found in the streets, all gang members."
Anesthesia would leave before anybody would notice her.

But one of the voices reported on something she completely forgot about;
her parents. What happened to her parents? What happened to her house?

The voice continued to speak in its matter-of-fact voice.
The black-maned mare could only stare into a void.

"The bodies of three alicorns were found today in their mansion.
Both had vertical cuts on their throats and multiple incisions

all around their bodies. Their security guards were taken into question."

"I didn't know. I didn't hear a thing..." his voice was full of sad tension.

The reporter voice continued. "In a bedroom, the mother, father and daughter were found inside.
The father had a knife in his hoof. Investigators believe it was a murder-suicide.

Funerals are planned for the father, Prince Cherubic, and Princess Sanguine, the mother,
along with the filly, whose nickname was 'The Red Filly'. In other-"

*SHZZZZZZZ*

Anesthesia's world suddenly spun. Her head pounded.
The parents she knew and loved... were found dead.

Dead.

Killed.

Murdered.

No longer alive.

Can't believe it.

Its not true.

They must be alive.

Mother... Sanguine was her name.

Cherubic was daddy.

Their names were said.

Mommy.

Daddy.

She threw her head back in a wail, a scream filled with pain.
Tears streamed down her face, her heart would almost break.

Anesthesia slumped down to the floor, her head hit a bottom drawer.
Breathing came in quick, sudden gasps. Her throat became sore.

Her hooves covered her head, but it didn't hurt from the fall.
She didn't care that it hurt. She wanted her parents most of all.

She wanted them back. Her body willed it, forced it to happen.
But death wouldn't allow it. Couldn't allow it. Cannot happen.

Time and place was lost. Didn't know where she was. Or who she was.
Inside her was the blackness that never ended, like it always does.

She rolled on the floor, back and forth as if she was in a vice,
struggling to get out. "NO! NO NO NO NO!! MOMMY! DADDY!" she again cried.

Beloved words kept replaying in her ears.

Mommy.

Daddy.

Gone.

Never to be seen again. Never to be hugged again.

Gone.

Brielle sat on a chair in the dining room; she heard everything.
Head upon the table, lips trembling. She too was crying.

But something the reporter said bothered her. "The filly, whose nickname was 'The Red Filly'"
She didn't know what red was. But from what she was told, that was Anesthesia's name as a filly.

Through tears, her mind worked. Three bodies? But she said she was kidnapped!

How could that be?

One Mother and one Father... one daughter?

She WAS kidnapped!

Something's wrong here. If she was taken from her house, why were there three?
This doesn't make any sense. She replayed over and over the mentioned scene.

Her mind jolted back to the lunch. Anesthesia's story...something about her misery.

"...smelly...stung...thought I was dreaming ...on younger ponies than me."

She sat up. "Could-... did they... use another filly's BODY?
To substitute Anesthesia's? How- what mentality..."

Hooves to her face, she slumped down onto the table.
As much reality this was, it sounded like a horror fable.

A pony stood atop of the apartment building. A great view of the night time city from here.
Eyes shed tears. Breath still rattled. Stomach still hurt. But she did not care.

Noises of all kinds reached her ears. Many she did not recognize.
A slight breeze. A cool one at that. But she was still burning inside.

Now she knew why she liked the name Anesthesia. It was more than a name.
It was supposed to protect her. Protect her from all the pain.

Cold. That was all she felt. Skin. Shattering. Cold.
It made her numb to everything. Those eyes of gold

showed revenge, hatred. Her scars glistened in the light.
She took a deep breath, and roared into the night.

"I'LL FIND YOU! I HUNT YOU DOWN TILL MY LAST BREATH!

YOU HEAR ME?! I'LL FUCKING RIP OF YOUR HEAD!

You made me this way... you stole EVERYTHING FROM ME!"

She scanned passing creatures. She scanned the city streets.

Her voice dropped, filled with cold, venomous malice.
"I will take everything from YOU." Her mind went callous.

She ran across rooftops, using her magic to let her glide.
Off she went, into the city, to stop more villainous crimes.

The Doctor had chills up his spine.