A jolt of pain runs through Bonbon's neck, right down to her heart. She coughs and shifts on the cold concrete floor, her tan coat getting smeared with the mix of blood and dirt and the chains clanking as her legs jerk. She wheezes for air and she blinks the watery haze out of her eyes as she tries to focus on the details of the room.

She sees a fan slicing a light on the other side, but it is just a silhouette in the dark abyss in the upper walls. What walls she can see are streaked with red and orange, and the metal door appears to be a slab of metal with only a slot to see through. She can hear voices on the other side, but has no idea what they are saying. They are both foreign and distant.

And the chains holding her are bolted to the floor. She tries lifting her hoof to gauge their strength, but she can barely move. The pain in her ribs, her limbs, and even her skull is preventing her from doing much. That, and the chains are also short, limiting her movement to barely allow the smallest of shifts.

It is during this test that a set of hoofs catch her attention, and she stops her test to try to see who is coming to her, but her movement bring pain.

“Hello, Agent Sweetie Drops. Or Bonbon Toffee. Or Candy Swirl. Whichever you prefer, it doesn't matter to me,” says a stallion. “Not anymore, anyway.”

Bonbon's pink and blue mane hangs in front of her face, clumped together with sweat, blood and dirt as she glares at her captor with bloodshot eyes. Her heart is really starting to ache, like hot talons squeezing into it. She cannot see much due to his face being hidden by the shadows, and the fact that he is tall is not helping, so all she can really see is the pressed gray suit and gold button cuffs of his sleeve. However, she recognizes that Saddle Arabian accent from anywhere, and his rose scented cologne is also strong, keeping up with his profile.

“I know you are mad. I can't blame you. I would be mad too if I was in your position,” says the stallion.

Bonbon says nothing, and the stallion sighs and paces in front of her, his steps slow and deliberate as his horn barely lights up, just giving enough light to illuminate his pale brown mane.

A satchel illuminated by a yellow aura floats past Bonbon and a spent needle is slipped into a sleeve with the biohazard symbol printed on it, which is next to three more full syringes that are snug in their slots. After the spent needle is secured, the unicorn zips up the satchel and slings it around his vest.

“But you have no right to be mad at me. I warned you to stay out of this. I told you to run, to go somewhere safe,” says the stallion. “But you didn't listen, and now you are paying the price.”

Bonbon winces and tries pressing her hoof against her heart, but they are chained down to hard. She can barely move them, so her aching, slow beating heart is going without comfort. A trail of tears flows from her shut eyes and cleans off streaks of grime, and her body shudders as hot puffs of air are pumped through her nose, pushing dust across the floor.

“I genuinely am sorry that it had to come to this. I never wanted to do this to you, but you left me no choice,” says the stallion. “I have injected your heart with a poison that is shutting it down. Soon you will die. Here. Alone. Nopony is coming to save you. We made sure of it.”

“I'll kill you,” sneers Bonbon weakly.

The stallion looks down at her, his yellow colored eyes shining in the dark.

“No you won't,” says the stallion.

The door opens up, and another stallion enters with a pair of guards wearing full body armor and faceless masks standing outside in the hallway with lights that are in need of replacement. This one Bonbon can see just fine and is another one she recognizes. He is a dark gray pegasus with a black mane, white freckles, white tipped wings, and hazel eyes. He is also wearing the same all black suit and tie with the golden pin of a jester hat that he always wears. It gives the appearance that he is wearing no clothes at first glance, but once one actually looks at the suit they can tell it is an expensive one with the finest tailoring money can buy.

“We're getting ready to move,” says the pegasus. “Did you get anything out of her?”

“No. It was a waste of time. We'll just have to assume that we have been compromised at every level and move to plan B,” says the unicorn.

“Fair enough. That's what we have backups for.” The pegasus looks at Bonbon. “Are we going to leave her here or dump her?”

“We'll leave her. We have too much to do be carrying dead weight. Are the charges set?”

“Do you even have to ask?”

“If I didn't have to ask then I would not ask.”

The pegasus rolls his eyes and ruffles his feathers. “Fine. Yes. And before you ask, yes for question number two, too.”

“Good. Let's move out.” The pegasus nods and leaves the room, but leaves the door open so Bonbon can see the guards outside, and the unicorn looks down at her, shaking his head. “I'm sorry it had to come to this. But in the end, the world will understand.”

“No they won't.” Bonbon wheezes, bringing a pain like a knife into her heart, and her eyes flutter shut for the briefest of moments before she opens them halfway with a glaze blurring her vision. “We'll stop you. I'll kill you. And everypony will know what kind of monster you are.”

The stallion looks over his shoulder at the guards, and one of them holds up a hoof with a watch on it. Seeing this, he nods and looks at Bonbon again.

“Goodbye, whoever you are.”

The stallion then leaves with brisk steps and uses his magic to close the door, sealing Bonbon in darkness.

Author's Note

Who needs sleep when you can write pony words in an hour? (And not update stuff)