What makes us bleed

Opened wounds chapter one

    Anger made its presence in the room, forming into broken furniture, ripped drapes and smeared walls. In midst of all of the destruction, there sat the princess of the sun. Her mane color was stripped, for ever color came two white stripes.Red didn’t speak immediately, but her presence was obviously there. Celestia started speaking, her voice sounded firm and malicious,like a queen.

    “I know why you are here. You’ve come to kill me. Go ahead. I’m right here.”

Red didn’t want to respond, part fear, part curiosity with a dash of confusion.

“No, do you want the truth.Yes I killed all of those ponies it’s true. I did it.”

She didn’t respond and thought Was all of that true? How?

“Your silence amazes me. How can you stand there, with all that anger bottled inside you.”

    Silence dominated the room ,a second always near to pass.

“What are you waiting for?”

    Celestia’s personality degenerated into despair.

“Just kill me now. I deserve it”

She turned, tears to her eye.

“I deserve...to die.”

    Celestia looked at the pony. The living thing poured her secrets to. She thought there was no-one but herself. But there it was, a living breathing, tangible pony. The red mane matched her tail; the white of the stranger’s coat gleamed to comparision of her dull grey eyes. She hoped, she really hoped the pony didn’t know. She expected a ‘Are you drunk?’ or ‘Are you okay your highness’. But the pony did.

“But why? Why did you kill all those ponies? Tell me, This letter, I know everything” Red finally talked, her voice fragmented.

“Overpopulation was going to kill everything.” Celestia didn’t lie, she didn’t want to. “So I did what I had to.”

The princess started telling Equestrian history, the real history.

    The pearl pony outside woke up. He checked for wounds specifically broken bones. There were none, the thought of being hospitalized chilled his spine. Those who are unable to work never return.

“PRIVATE, DO YOU COPY?”

The helmet radio wasn’t broken, but a dent on the side made it unwearable.

“Yes I copy!” he bent and shouted into his helmet.

“WHAT IS YOUR SITUATION, PRIVATE?”

“An intruder, sir! Seen climbing up the walls of the castle, Sir!” He lied.

“AFFIRMATIVE, SECURE THE PRINCESS!”

“Sir yes sir!”

    Red heard of all of it, the horror of what is called genocide. Celestia had made up a plague which the afflicted burn up mysteriously in the sun.  She didn’t discriminate between young, old, good or bad, It was better that way. the princess’s voice sank deeper and deeper into a whine. The alicorns were picked off one by one, only Luna and Celestia survived. In  time, What she left was a thousand of the three species .

“I think you did the right thing.” Red Dew’s ending comments.

“Thank you.” It filled her with fake pride.

“This letter, Did he actually get revenge?” While a little thought she figured the letter had been an artifact.

“Indeed he did.That is why I am still here now.”

“Pardon?” tilting her head in confusion “Didn’t he want you dead.”

“Instead of killing me, he kept me alive. He put a spell on me condemning me for a thousand years. *laughs* That smart son-of-bi...” A momentous tapping interrupted her thought.

“That must be the guard, go to him.”

“But you can explain.I kinda don’t wanna spend time in jail.” She forgot the severity of the situation.

“I won’t be around for long. You must go.” A worried smile spread across her face, the eyes shrunk noticeably.  A small flash of light appeared a knife.

    Red Dew didn’t understand, a bad habit to keep. Disregarding the fact the story was A thousand years ago and what guilt she had to begin with before her punishment, she completely ignored the signs of suicidal nature. Red was the tipping point of Celestia’s moral judgement, having no resolve she would go on . There was two thing that kept her; the resolve and the way out. No princess should have their name befouled by suicide.

“What the hell are you doing?”  The unicorn grabbed the floating knife, the swirls of red and yellow emanated from it.

“Doing what’s right?” Celestia pulled back, toward her neck.

“No...you....don’t....have....to...do....this” Red grunted and shifted her weight to her side.

“I...can’t...take....another...second!....let.....me....have...this...grace” Her grasp let, flinging the knife.

“Ow.” The blade buried into flesh. A yellow glow tried to reclaim it, but the blood refused to it let go. The blood instantly hardened into a scab.

“Stop this insolence.” she said successfully pulling the weapon out of the wound.

“Can’t...we...talk?” She enchanted herself; streams of blood sprayed to reach for the dagger.Too late.

“It’s already too late.” One line streamed across her neck, it was red.

Blood flooded middle of the room, Her’s and Red’s. She didn’t care how much blood she lost, she didn’t save her. Everything suddenly went...

….Dark....

The guard stands there in terror, he screams.

….Dark...

There is a large cut on her side, beams of magic fires simultaneously .

….Dark...

Wounds leaving blood everywhere.

…Dark...

The colt stands there cut up, he runs at her.

...Dark...

Glass levitating in front of her. No she was falling, down.

...Light.