What makes us bleed

by Repony

Rating: teen
Tags: Tragedy, Dark
Length: 2063

What are the boundries between good and evil? A kind act is done for a one's selfish personal gain, or unspeakable act of evil for all intentions good, does it make it any less good or evil? Or can they be one and the same?
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>any mistake
>"Please don't be mad at me"
EDIT: Description sucked

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-08-27 13:07:19 UTC

Prologue

        The night was warm and welcoming. In Red's opinion the darkest of nights were the best. No stars nor beautiful moon just darkness, space and freedom. She marched on, into the limitless black, and let the night swallow her.

Red Dew dragged her mangled body through the plains. The soft sea of brown seemed to pacify her. Blood had drained from her body to the point of near-death, but she continued on taking minor steps . She cringed every stride as she hovered a hoof over an exposed bone on her side. Chunks of flesh were missing from her thighs and underbelly, deep cuts occupied her sides . The tall wheat polished themselves with a glossy red.

        Coping with the pain wasn't easy but she managed. Red's mind wandered away from the serious injuries. Her breathing became steady, less erratic. Eyes concentrated indefinitely straight forward.. Every muscle moved systematically, despite the damages.

        “What happened?” Thinking deeply to herself she finally remembered.

         The confines of her office felt a little smaller today. In Red's boredom ,she let her thoughts wander through the walls. She started to telepathically folding paper planes, each with different design. Short planes, long planes, planes without a noses she made every model that she could think of. Then the fleet took to the sky, flying in circles, barrel rolling and looping but ultimately crashing, either into the walls or ceiling. A stray plane flew out the door...

        “RED.” A raspy voice came from the other room “I don't hear you working!”

“We're supposed to be seen, not heard working.” she replied

“REALLY, I coming over there now.” The mare stood at the door, her eyes grimaced. Scraps of paper clung to her blue hair. Sea Breeze was pissed. Her normally blue face had a reddish tone. A snarling impression stuck to her mouth.

        Sea breeze hated Red Dew. Red's inconsistent personality didn't fit well with her. She gets passionate and enthusiastic one minute then rebellious and lazy the next.

“Nice hairdo” Red leaned back, putting her hind legs on the table

“Shut up.” Sea teleported a stack of scrolls to Red's desk. “You've got work to do.”

“What's this?” Red sat up, back to a respectable working position.

“I want you to destroy them and DON'T look into it” The mare put extra emphasis with a nod. But she knew she wouldn't listen.

Sea left without hearing another word. “Can I burn them?”

Borrinnng .Well, while I'm here...

        She levitated the first piece and peeled the seal. It was confusing, the scroll was blank.

Nothing, a useless piece of paper.

        “Whelp, time to burn.” The shredder was broken anyway. She ignited the two inches from the tip of the scroll. Instead of burning completely, the flame trailed ash, forming words.

Dear Princess Celestia,

You foul wench. Thoust shall pay your injustices. hiding behind your damned sun. Don't think I know? Your final solution, you wrecked witch you. Think thou is smart fabricating a mythological being called vamponies. THEY DON'T EXIST. How many? Four? Five? Six million ponies you took lives from. You will pay. I'll see to it.

        The rest of the page had been completely illegible but the message stood through. Red started to read the rest. Burning illuminated the room.

[One hour outside Canterlot secretarian office]

        She walked, carrying the threat letter to Celestia in her mouth. The mare didn't know what to think. Some part of her believed that the letters was true. But she couldn't, Who would trust a letter more than living being, a god in fact? She had her own theories.

Red switched topics, focusing on her school and not the matter at hand. The college itself wasn't difficult but she lacked certain skills. She excelled in open cavity surgeries but which is taboo for unicornian medical society. The whole staff consisted mainly unicorn, squeamish on sight of blood Having no training to train her, the staff decided to let her fail without proper tutoring.

“Th'll nvr le me in ah erth pny univrsiy” Red let out a deep sigh dropping the paper “ 'overqualified' my ass. No offense.”

“None taken.” The donkey said.

        Passing five governmental and municipal buildings, she finally reached Princess's tower.

“Halt.” The guard pony adjusted his gaze” What is your business?”

“Secretary adviser or Secretary to the adviser.”

“Which one are you?” He pressed his helmet against her head.

“Pick.” she retorted pushing him away with the tip of his horn. “Listen horsey boy, I absolutely have to see Princess Celestia. Some crazy pony is sending her encrypted threat letters and I need to talk to her.”

“Who sent you?”

“Me, It's called initiative. Now let me in!” Red pushed forward and was forced back.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because.”

“Because?”

“Because no.”

        Red was getting pissed. For a microsecond, her face clenched in anger. She took a deep breath and formed a plan.

“How about if you let me in... I'll let you in.” Putting a hoof on his golden armor “Follow me and let's get that tight armor off.”

        The pearl white stallion made no attempt at words His body revealed enough: sweating, gaping jaw, tongue hanging and blushing. Awareness weak, He followed the silky red tail to an alley way. When the stallion passed the unlit corner....CLANG! A dented helmet flew out of the shadows. Then a head, eyes spinning and large bruises where the right eye should have been. Red walked over the recently bucked guard pony .

“I'm sorry, but here.” She receded blood from the bruise into the veins, like nothing ever happened.

        Through the door, there was only the start of a stone staircase. It was winding, her hoof felt the cold, aging texture of stone. No windows or torches, Red somehow retained vision. She ascended , the letter rested in behind her ear, walking slowly up the dungeon-eerie stair.

LIAR

        Red's heart fell back, the splotched text attacked her sense of sight. The letters were sloppy, smeared in by a dark violet liquid; freshly made and still dripping. She spotted a hint of an alcohol. With a little bravery, she sampled the liquid. It glided through the throat like water but it burnt holes like acid in her liver. Her shoulders became lead and her stomach burned.

Strong, really strong...

                                                                CONSQUENCE

                                         ALWAYS

                        IS

THERE

Every step she climbed the smell of alcohol became more apparent. At the top the stench burned her nostrils. The door .like many structures in the tower, had been aged. A Medieval design two rusty metal strips each with three rivets holding the door to the frame. History burnt through the circular handle, a soft red dust piled under the lock.

What am I going to see? The pearl unicorn froze at the thought. Her imagination went wild, she stood at the base of door looking down into the abyss of her imagination. Conflicting ideas prevented any action. Suddenly, with a deep breath, Fine! Red opened the door.

        She blinked in the contrast of light. Her eyes burned but it didn't matter anymore...

Chp.1 The final solution to a permanent problem

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.