Live or Die

Blood Bones was fixing his room up as it was right next to his brother's room: Timidthy. Blood Bones room had a ruby-red floor that shimmered every time the light turned on. The wall was covered in flames as red, black, and purple blended perfectly together. He had a big bed with plenty of fluffy blankets on it. Blood Bones didn't want to admit it but he needed many blankets in his sleep to wrap around in. His bed also had miniature stuffed pony dolls of the most recent bad guy's and criminals that had hurt Timidthy. Some of them we're torn and had their stuffing ripped out, if you'd asked Blood Bones he'd say he liked to beat and destroy thing's. But what he really had those dolls for was he'd often execute them (after giving them a fair trial of course) he'd then celebrate by burning the doll and he'd feel happy. He cared about Timidthy and anypony that hurt him he hated, and those wanted to severely hurt (or kill). Blood Bones looked at his flank and it was blank, he sighed. Ever since he'd been brought back the mark had disappeared as if it was never truly his. Blood Bones smiled slightly and jumped on the bed as he got ready to go to sleep. Meanwhile Timidthy was lying on his own bed as he breathed in and out peacefully. It had been three months since Blood Bones had become his brother and he loved the lack of danger and adventure that hadn't happened. Timidthy smiled as he thought of his new brother Blood Bones, he had noticed Blood Bones's cutiemark had just vanished. And he didn't tell Blood Bones but he had changed drastically from just thinking of himself and wanting to kill ponies for no reason but to pleasure himself. To wanting to hurt or kill ponies because of the terrible, horrible, and horrific deeds they did. Especially when Timidthy was involved, Blood Bones would jump into action and weigh whether the pony deserved to live. It slightly scared Timidthy that his brother still wanted to inflict harm onto ponies but at least hurting bad ponies would help improve the world. Timidthy blushed deep red and got up from his bed, he had heard that ponies had gone missing and would be found dead. Timidthy gulped, he had almost forgotten about that and he hoped the pony who was doing the crimes would soon be caught. But that still didn't help with his nerves, he knew it was silly but Timidthy grabbed the pillow he'd gotten from Sweet Dreams for his birthday and walked to his brother's room.

Hour's later the streets of Canterlot we're empty as they all slept in their beds safe.....at the moment. The view then slowly moved down to the Canterlot dungeons as a zerbra by the name of Zecora was hung by the ceiling and side's of the walls by chains. That held her head, front hooves and back hooves. In front of Zecora was a small figure in a chair as it wore a black cloke hiding its face, mane, and tail perfectly. Zecora woke up as her eye's slowly fluttered open, while her eye's adjusted to the darkness she immediately noticed the small figure.

"Mystery pony, I must ask. Are you the one who's left me in these chains metal grasp?" Zecora said cautiously as she tried to figure out who the pony was. The figure smiled and banged her front hoof on the chair and a timer appeared in front of Zecora and it read two minutes. As the figure did that, a vat of yellow liquid bubbled to life as it was held in a black caldron underneath Zecora her mouth just barely over it. Zecora raised an eyebrow, the figure spoke, its voice deep and masculine.

"Zecora you have two minutes to escape, as you can see a vat full of acid is underneath you. And the chains are holding you above it, if you fail to escape then the chains will pull your limbs off painfully. And hopefully your head will be included, for after the chains leave your body then you will be dunked into the acid. So it's time to make your choice Zecora. Live or Die?" Before Zecora had time to react the timer started counting down, Zecora gasped as she yanked at the chains. She did it for a full minute before realizing she didn't have much time left. She looked at the acid and dipped her tail in the acid and swung it against her left and right chains that held her back hooves. Her tail (along with the chains) sizzled, Zecora winced slightly and pulled as the chains that held her back hooves gave out and Zecora desperately held her back hooves in. In order to prevent her hooves from getting eaten by the acid. Zecora looked the timer and it read thirty seconds, Zecora paled and gasped. She then (hurriedly) flipped herself so a bit of her mane could get in the acid. Zecora was just about to flip back up and rub the acid on the chains that held her front hooves. Until Zecora heard a loud buzz and looked at the timer. It read zero, Zecora started crying as the chains pulled, her bones made sickening crunches and pop's. Zecora screamed and the chains ripped her front hooves off and fell into the acid bellow. Zecora screamed a blood curdling scream as she thrashed around in the acid and it turned red from her blood. Soon her body stopped moving and the life in her died, the figure smiled evilly. Unfazed by the gore and blood, it then laughed evilly. And said,

"Looks like Zecora chose to die." As the view slowly rose back to the streets of Canterlot. Everything was silent as the ponies we're unknown to the loss of a life right underneath them.