The Art of Magic: Infamy of the Facility

And will you help the Unicorn Race to live on... In the Magic Facility, where no Unworthy Unicorn comes through...Horns and bones crushed by stones, everypony remembers their names but only a few know where to find them, hopelessness is surely bliss then add a little blood and ice and everything nice...

A couple days later all the mares and stallions in the holding cell looked like nothing, Trixie had unleashed a mental war on them, which was one of her great points. Saying that something horrible is going to happen, but it doesn't. It slowly made the ponies go crazy. But Sweetie and Twinkle managed to keep their sanity and just waited for it to happen like the rest.

They had made up some plans, plans for a main escape. But they weren't stupid, for they also thought of a back-up plan in case something went wrong.  It was only the wait that was almost killing them. “Do you think they will ever get us out of here?” asked Twinkle in a whispering tone.

“They have too, otherwise we made the plan for nothing.” whispered Sweetie back.

And when somepony speaks over the devil, he comes, or so goes the saying and in this case it was true. As two masked stallions appeared on top of the catwalk and they tied up all the ponies in the cell. Making sure their horns were restrained and thus cut off from the use of magic. The stallions forced the ponies to walk with them and were brought to, as Sweetie and Twinkle dubbed it, the Death-Floor.

The stallions guided them to a machine, covered in dried up blood and a conveyor belt going in it. Sweetie took a look at the ceiling only to see the many tubes hanging but noticed a window with a figure she didn't want to be reminded of behind it. One of the stallions pulled a lever and under a loud and terrifying sound the machine was turned on, the ponies shivered once in true fear, knowing their end was nigh.

Sweetie looked to Twinkle who nodded. They knew it was almost time, time to set their plan into motion. But before they could do anything, Twilight and Trixie entered the floor, both smiling in delight as they saw the new group.

A smirk appeared on Trixie’s face as spoke. “What you see here Unworthies, is the machine in which we do the most of it. It works faster than the original ways, yet it does the same. Now, the best part comes for Trixie, choosing who goes first...” She scanned all the mares and stallions before pointing a hoof to one one. “Her, place her in front, she goes first.”

Sweetie could only hope she wasn't talking about Twinkle and her wish was granted, as the stallions grabbed a filly next to Twinkle. They placed the poor mare on the belt, locking her securely onto it before looking up. Up to the window which lead to Rarity’s office who stood there and gave a simple nod with her head. One of the masked stallions nodded as well and he charged up his horn, letting a control pad appear and pushed a button which caused the mare to disappear into the machine.

The filly screamed as she entered but the longer she stayed in, the less the screams became and in the tubes above the machine a red and transparent liquid could be seen. All of them knew more than enough. It was certain what happened to her as they held a small moment in silence.

But the sound of bones being crushed disrupted the silence as both Trixie and Twilight started to laugh in a dark manner. “Do I even have to explain what happens here? It is all just so obvious.” Twilight said with an evil joy in her voice.

Rarity turned her attention to the chimney and after a small amount of time, it got filled up with magic created from the first mare illuminating her office. The purple liquid shined through her office and through the window, lighting up a small part of the floor as well. “I love my job.” she said as the bolt was shot away under a evil smile.

More ponies were placed on the belt, picked by both Trixie and Twilight who just pointed in random. And out of all of them was magic created, none of them were spared nor shown mercy to. Rarity stood there in her office, laughing as the magic shot through the chimney up in the skies.

In the end there were only four ponies left, under who Sweetie and Twinkle. The turn was up to Twilight as she pointed her hoof to a mare. “Her.” Sweetie followed the hoof and ended up by Twinkle. The guards got a hold of the blueberry coated mare and set her on the belt. Securing her in place as one of the stallions walked back to push the button.

It is now or never, was all that Sweetie could think of. Even though her horn was restrained, she still had to try it. The young mare concentrated herself once again, biting her lower lip and against all odds, a sphere of green magic appeared over her horn. Twilight and Trixie both took a step back in utter surprise at this sight.

And then, against all the odds, Sweetie released a blast of pure magic. The young mare turned her head all over the place, knocking everypony who stood next there back and damaged the machine so badly Twinkle was automatically released. This made Rarity furious as she jumped through the window without thought.

The mare landed on the ground which shattered on her impact and looked at her sister with her a eyes ready to kill. “And now, you can, do it... Too bad... It is too late Sweetie...blast or not, you will die, right here, today. By my hooves!” Rarity spoke in utter anger and sheer insanity.

Sweetie and Twinkle began to run for their lives the moment the mare landed, only to be followed by a crazed Rarity who was out for blood. “Trixie, Twilight, guards, make sure nopony else escapes, kill them all if you have to! Nopony leaves the Facility! And inspect the device!”

The mares began to do their jobs as ordered as the guard took a look at the machine, trying to fix it. “If that thing breaks down, we are bucked Trix. And then it is us who are next...” Twilight said as she inspected the damage.

“Shut up and come with Trixie, we need to see how the others are doing.” the blue coated mare said as she galloped down to the holding cells.

Sweetie and Twinkle ran all over the Facility, as much as their plan was well thought out, they still didn't know the routes to go. They came across other holding cells, more floors were Unworthy Unicorns were killed they even came in the boiler rooms where it smelled like death’s lair. Strangely enough, nopony other than Rarity was seen. Who was still chasing them, out for their blood.

“Sweetie Belle!” she yelled as she charged up her horn, but instead of her blue aura, even she had a blood red aura around her horn and soon enough a blood red orb appeared above it. Not much later the galloping mare released a powerful beam in the direction of Sweetie and Twinkle.

The two feared for their lives and split up, galloping against the wall as the blast passed them, but there was no time for victory as Rarity charged up her horn once again. Releasing more and more powerful blasts which would drain a normal Unicorn empty, but these blasts kept coming. Rarity didn't got tired whatsoever, her eyes would and should see their blood.

The young mares had the small advantage of being smaller and thus more maneuverable in the tight corners. Twinkle noticed an open door and signaled it to Sweetie. They started to galloped toward it as fast as they could. Twinkle spurted through it and waited for Sweetie to pass before she pushed the door shut and locked it.

They took a small moment to catch up their breath before they noticed they were on yet another catwalk. Beneath them were more ponies. They looked down to the floor as some of the captives looked up in surprise. Sweetie and Twinkle didn't had much choice but to jump down. Which is what they did.

As they landed on the ground the sound of bones shattering could be heard and they both sank in a little. They looked at the ponies in the cell and their eyes told enough to convince them to hide the two. All the ponies in the cell walked up to them, curling up among them making it look like they were all asleep. The created mass of curled up ponies hide both Sweetie and Twinkle very well, but both were praying for their lives.