The Art of Magic: Infamy of the Facility

When all hope seems lost, give it up...Once you are there, all hope is lost...

When Sweetie and the masked stallions entered the elevator, it went down, a long way down. Until the door opened, all Sweetie saw was the box that was the elevator. Eventually they opened themselves and the young mare stared into the darkness before her.

A couple lights went on and the view became clear for her as she saw she was in some sort of prison, hundreds of jail cells could be seen. Sweetie tried to break out of the hold of the stallion, but their magic was too strong. She just couldn't escape from their grasp.

She noticed something about their aura, it was red, blood red. As the masked stallions dragged her to a cell, she heard ponies cry, calling their parents, but also saw some curled up and just sobbing. Sweetie looked at it all and just couldn't believe it. What could be so heartless to do such a thing.

She was thrown in a cell which housed one other young mare. The masked stallions closed the door, released her from their grasp and went away. They went back to the elevator, only to disappear out of sight once more. Sweetie shook her head and looked at the curled blueberry mare. That coat, she knew all too well.

 “T-T-Twinkle?” was all Sweetie could say, the ears of the other mare perked a little.

“Yes Sweetie, it is me... I failed, I tried my best, but I was too nervous, I failed everything, I disappointed my sister, my mother, my father, my brother... I disappointed my whole family...” replied the young mare through her sobbing.

“I had the same Twinkle, I was too nervous as well...” Sweetie said as she sat next to Twinkle. The white coated mare started to sob in herself and curled up around Twinkle, trying to comfort her.

As time passed by the same two masked stallions returned dropped new ponies and took ponies away. Nopony knew to where, but they were all afraid they would be next. For the ones who stayed longer than a day, there was good food and drinks. Much to the surprise of the them all.

Sweetie and Twinkle didn't know for how long they stayed there, days, weeks maybe, but it felt as years. “Sweetie, do you think we will ever leave this place? We have been here longer than anypony else...” Twinkle asked her at one point in time.

“I truly have no idea... I wish I knew though, oh Rarity, where are you, don’t you miss me?” Sweetie said scared as well. Both of them curled up against each other and sobbed in their misery, for it was all they could do.

After a couple hours, the masked stallions came in again, but this time, they went to Sweetie and Twinkle. “You two, come with us. It is time for you.” one of them said in a deep voice. Both old fillies looked up in utter surprise at hearing this and uncurled themselves.

The masked stallions used their blood red magic to tie the mares up and dragged them to the elevator. The doors opened slowly and they went inside. The doors closed again and there they were again, the elevator where it all started.

But this time, it was different, the scent of death, hung in the elevator. The both of them took a sniff and they immediately wanted to throw up their stomach content but just couldn't for some reason.

The doors opened once again, but instead of the arena, they saw a parking lot. An abandoned and broken down parking lot. But before Sweetie and Twinkle could do anything, they got blindfolded and were set in a chariot that brought them Celestia knows where.

All they knew was that it was long, a very long trip, but not a single word was spoken, only soft sobbing and sniffing was to be heard. It was only after a long time Sweetie broke the silence and spoke up. “Rarity, where are you, have you forgotten about your little sister!? Rarity, please wake me up from this nightmare!” But this, this wasn't a dream, this was real.

“Twilight! Shining Armor, mother, father, have you forgotten me as well!?” Twinkle said through the tears.

“They must have been looking for us right? I mean, we were gone for weeks.” Sweetie spoke in a softer voice attempting to calm herself. But when she spoke those words the chariot slowed down and eventually stopped.

The driver got the two young mares out of it and took off their blindfolds. It was deep in the night when they could see once again and blinked a couple times to adjust to the darkness of the night. Sweetie looked to the driver, again, a masked masked. Then she looked at the building where Twinkle already looked at with an open mouth. Her mouth fell open as well.

“Where are we?” Twinkle asked.

“I have no idea.” was all Sweetie could say.

In front of them was a building, enormous, scary looking. Screams could be heard, pistons jammed, gears cranked, steam left the many ports on the sides of the building and on top, one big chimney, which every once and awhile shot a bolt, a bolt of something.

The smell was just unbearable. When Sweetie and Twinkle took a sniff and the scent rushed into their noses, they nearly had to puke. The smell, of flesh being burned.

Under a loud thunder roll another bolt of something shot in the sky where it separated itself and each of the smaller bolts went their own way. The mares wondered in their minds what it could be and where it would go to. But their thoughts got disturbed by bolt of lightning that came crushing down, revealing the size of the dark building, it was bigger than they thought.

It was black, white and blood red. Then the mares knew, that their hope was all lost. They looked to the ground and saw they were standing on a cloud, a massive black cloud, yet the building, was of solid metal and not like Cloudsdale’s architecture where the houses are made of clouds as well.

The driver held them with his blood red magic and brought them inside, through a set of heavy metal door. Down a long hallway which appear to went through the whole building. Sweetie and Twinkle looked through some the windows that were placed in it. But the sights they saw, they rather forgot sooner than later. Dead unicorns, locked up unicorns, everything was there. They reached yet another elevator which brought them to their cells.