Scootaloo woke up. She wasn't in confusion this time, as she had now been inside the hospital long enough to expect waking up there. The one thing she did momentarily forget was her brand new cutie mark. It was such a wonderful memory of how she brought justice upon her bully. Maybe justice was the real meaning behind the mark? Heart, the symbol of love and trust, turned black and being pricked? A black heart, one of a sinner. Those that sin so terribly should be punished. They should bleed.

She rubbed her flank and smirked. Scootaloo turned to the clock and groaned with boredom. It would be three more hours until her 'friends' would visit her! What was she supposed to do for three hours? Watch paint dry? Watching paint dry seemed to be the most interesting thing she could do here.

What did Rainbow Dash do to entertain herself in the hospital? Scootaloo struggled to remember. Oh, yeah! She read a book. She automatically denied the idea of reading. It wasn't the same as Rainbow Dash, who avoided reading. Scootaloo had to read random books, both fiction and nonfiction, she just didn't like it. She had trouble picturing what the words were describing in her mind.

There was also an option of writing or drawing in her notebook. Scootaloo scratched that idea as well, she was suffering from boredom and creative block. Creative block was the 6th item on Scootaloo's list of things that frustrated her. If it's this boring in the hospital, she thought, it must make prison, like, a million times worse for an artist with creative block.

After going through various ideas, Scootaloo settled on just thinking. Thinking seemed to be the only thing she could do. Her thoughts were random, but random was good, random was entertaining. What kind of cupcakes did Pinkie probably have to bake the most? How many ponies did Scootaloo know who wore glasses? Which cutie mark, out of everypony that she knew, did she like the most?

There were other things that were much more important to think about. Would Diamond Tiara expose her? Would anypony else force her to kill? Scootaloo almost wished they would.

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Rainbow Dash paused mid-flight; she was a good distance above the hospital. She pondered if she had enough time to visit Scootaloo. It would only take a few minutes: she would just walk in and see if Scootaloo was okay. That wouldn't be enough time for anything tragic to happen in the sky, surely.

The inky black storm clouds would turn gray for a split second as a bolt of lightning would launch from its core. All of the pegasi that were healthy and old enough to help were kicking and blasting the dark clouds away. After only minutes, more clouds would appear and attempt to spread enough cold rain to flood Ponyville.

Ditzy Doo catapulted herself at a blackened cloud. The gray pegasus missed her target and, after bursting through several other white clouds, slammed into Dash. Both of the pegasi began to hopelessly tumble to the earth below.

Dash's wits returned to her and she realized she was falling. Instinctively, her wings opened and she hovered. Her eyes landed on the figure of Ditzy, spread-eagle falling. Rainbow Dash suddenly plunged at full speed to catch up with Ditzy. Once she was close enough, she bit Ditzy's wing to stop her descent.

"W-Woah... Thank you." Ditzy managed to squeak between gasps for air.

"No problem, Ditzy," Rainbow Dash said through her clenched teeth.

The two pegasi returned to the dark clouds and joined in trying to fend off the storm. Rainbow Dash was slower than usual and her wings drooped slightly as she blasted the clouds to oblivion.

Her mind was on Scootaloo, the poor orange filly that sat alone in a hospital room. The poor orange filly that looked up to her with the highest of respect. The poor orange filly that would be happy with nothing more than a short visit from her idol once a day. The poor orange filly that wouldn't get one simple thing from someone she did so much for.

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"What... What is that?" Apple Bloom's voice was melting into concern and horror.

"It-It's a lot less disturbing than it seems," Scootaloo assured. "It's just that... my special talent is drawing blood and testing it, stuff like that."

"H-How did you find out about it, exactly?" Sweetie Belle asked, her tone mirroring Apple Bloom's terror.

"I got bored and I asked the nurse if I could follow her around for the day. She allowed me to come along. When she had to take a patient's blood, I was interested." Scootaloo explained matter-of-factly.

"You can walk...?" Sweetie Belle sounded unsure. Was Scootaloo lying to her? Her own best friend?

"We-Well..." Scootaloo paused to think of an excuse. "I was in a wheelchair."

"What really got 'chu that there cutie mark?" Apple Bloom inquired, a frustrated edge to her voice. She stepped toward Scootaloo.

"Are you sure you'll still be friends with me?" The pegasus filly's tone lowered.

"Of course, just tell us the truth," Sweetie Belle guaranteed.

"I kidnapped Diamond Tiara and cut off her cutie marks," Scootaloo said proudly.

"Y-You're jokin', right?" Apple Bloom's eyes widened and she stepped back from Scootaloo. She already knew the answer and glanced at the door nervously.

"No, but she deserved it."

"You- You're a monster!" Apple Bloom jolted toward the door, leaving Sweetie Belle behind. It wouldn't matter, she would get the police and rescue Sweetie Belle.

This was a mistake... Scootaloo sighed. Without any further thought, her wings opened out and she leaped as fast as lightning in front of Apple Bloom, blocking the exit. The two fillies begged and pleaded, but Scootaloo knew what she needed to do:

They broke her heart and her trust, so she would break their bones. She would make them bleed.

Her room was on the third floor, a dangerous fall. Scootaloo jumped on top of Apple Bloom and pinned the yellow filly down. She used both of her front hooves to bash Apple Bloom in the skull until she blacked out. Blood dripped out of the farm pony's mouth and out of a gash on the side of her head.

Sweetie Belle stood, trembling in the corner, staring at Scootaloo with big, round eyes. The white unicorn pressed herself further against the wall, as if hoping to phase through it. She was so appalled to see her once close friend become a monster that she couldn't move.

Scootaloo approached Sweetie Belle at a casual pace. She seized the white filly by her shoulders and forced her to the ground. She dragged her friend by the horn to the window as the unicorn whimpered and whined. Scootaloo slid the window open and set her best friend on the sill.

"I'll see you in heaven, Sweetie," Scootaloo slammed the filly out of the window and watched with a grin as she tumbled to the ground. Her small body made a satisfying crack and splat as it exploded into a mess of viscera and blood.

Scootaloo saw that Apple Bloom was beginning to stir. Apple Bloom had a splitting headache, her vision was swimming, and she was extremely nauseous, but she still attempted to escape. Scootaloo was amused by how pitiful her friends were and walked leisurely toward her next victim.

Apple Bloom wasn't sure if her vision was blurry or if her mind was just unable to register the information that her eyes provided and just passed it off as unclear. What Apple Bloom was aware of was something, probably Scootaloo, dragging her by her back leg away from the door. Then, Scootaloo grabbed her shoulders and sat her up on a something too thin for her entire butt fit on. Next, she felt being pushed backward off of the thin platform and her organs sloshing toward her feet as she fell upside-down.

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Scootaloo flew shakily up to the cameras around the room and smashed them up. Then she flew back to the floor and laid down. She positioned herself in such a way that it would seem like she was an attack victim.

As she laid there, the adrenaline wore off and she became fully aware of pain. With every beat of her heart, her body pulsed with a burning ache that felt like knives slashing her open. Ripples of pain that originated from her legs and wings spread across her tiny body. The only spot on her body that didn't stab her with that same fiery agony was her flanks. The fact that her cutie marks felt no pain filled her with a certain satisfaction that allowed her to fall asleep on the cold, hard ground.

Author's Note

Holy jebus, these chapters are slowly but surely getting shorter! I swear it's not intentional.
But anyways, this one was short because it was all that the chapter needed, it had the action and the detail. Well... as much detail as I'm willing to spend my time on.

Uuuugh, it's taking me so long to write the next chapter