Invisible Earth Pony: I'm Living A Lie

Applebloom groaned, it sounded like somepony was calling her, no...her name wasn’t Apple Fire. But it still felt like they were talking to her. She was standing in what was an old fashioned living room.

The stallion...no...colt, calling her, had gray fur and dark gray mane. His mane is longer than average. She trotted over to him, by the window. His hooves tighten around her. A semicircle of fifty stallions tops surrounded them. They wore masks, and torches burned around them. Each stallion has a rifle on their shoulder, many have two.

Applebloom clung to the colt and watched the window as the stallions spread out and closed the circle around the entire house.

There would be no running.

Tears sting Applebloom’s eye, she had to gulp. The colt’s hooves are in her mane and his lips murmur, “be strong.” His muzzle brushes her ear. “I need thirty seconds.” Applebloom’s hooves clench the colt’s upper hooves, it was as if she was in a movie, just acting a role and not able to control her actions.

One more breath and Applebloom looked into his eyes. Green. She tore herself away and flew to the door, she burst out into the freezing night. The icy wind slapped her cheeks and inhaled frozen air. She coughed an icy chill, she raised her head to the stallions around her.

Her eyes rise past the barrel of their guns and to their face. The masks hide them well. But even a mask can’t hide their eyes. These eyes, all of them, burn with hatred. With murder.
And not a spark of mercy.

Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty. Please, gods, let him be ready.

Applebloom spun back to the house, her braid flaring out in the darkness, the end stiff with cold. She was praying they would give her the three seconds it will take to close the door.

She could hear amused chuckles and know their heartlessness is what will ultimately save her life.

She slammed the door shut and the slam is drowned out by the explosion of guns from everywhere. My mouth opens in a piercing scream, then a steely hand wraps around my hoof and yanks me downward. A soft cloth covers my mouth to stifle the sound, and the colt’s leaf-green eyes meet mine, calming me in an instant even as the roar of gunshots continues over my head.

Suddenly, his eyes roll skyward and we’re encased in total blackness.

“No,” she whispered, and it echoes in my mind

I can’t see him. He’s gone!

“No!” Applebloom cried louder, but it only makes her head hurt as her brain fills with the echoes of a scream that can’t escape by mouth.

he's...dead