Subject #105531

For as long as I can remember, the only thing I know was pitch darkness. The room I’ve been chained and strapped in had no lights, nothing to provide color, the room only had a bed. A bed that has in a sense, been my closest companion for most of my life, but the only time that I do see light a change from my eternal existence in the dark, is when these people in dark clothing come to my room. And when they come, the first thing they do is cover my face, putting a mask on me, one that’s stuffy and makes hard to breath.

After the mask was put on I feel the men un-due my bindings from the bed, and quickly use the straps to tie them to my body, and then they lift me up and attach something to both sides of my neck. Once all that is down the people haul me off my bed, and make me walk, to where to I don’t know as the mask prevents me from seeing anything. After a long time of walking, which was due to the fact I rarely get to walk, but we eventually got to where the people took me which was another room. I only get to see it when the mask is off my face.

It was basically featureless, with pale grey walls, a simple ceiling lamp was the only light source, and even if it was really dull, the light still stings my eyes. The only other thing in the room was a wooden chair, which looked old and worn down…but there was always someone strapped to it…and that person is always writhing and screaming in pain as they were forced to look at me. And I was forced to keep my eyes peeled open and keep eye contact.

My head hurts, my eyes feel like their being squished or pressed, and something wet always trickles down my cheeks from my eyes. As I keep staring at whoever was strapped to the chair, my vision becomes blurry, and the pain that my head and eyes are in grow stronger and stronger, it honestly feels like my head is going to explode! But through the excruciating pain, the screams of the people in that chair always filled my ears.

“NO! Please leave my son alone, don’t hurt him!” a woman screamed as she thrashed about, the straps digging into her skin.

“Margret! Margret come back!” a man shouted as tears powered from his eyes, a look of sorrow etched into his face.

“No, on, no stay away from, get away from me!” another woman screamed as she tried lean back into the stiff chair.

There were many people that had varied and yet similar reactions as these three people. I don’t know why simply looking at me would cause them to act this way. My curiosity of this fact plagued me for years, until one day, when the person that feeds me came to me and I dared asked, why people are driven to madness simply upon looking at me. The woman graciously answered my question and explained why people are driven mad at the mere sight of me…I wished I never asked that question.

The woman told me that my eyes apparently transmit, or send psionic waves to people who stare at them, these psionic waves trigger dreadful hallucinations, hysteria, and paranoias within a persons mind to the point where they see things that are not there, and have their worst nightmares imaged, or even hear voices that they can’t stop. I then asked my feeder why I had this ability, and why other people are using it on others, and gleefully should me the reasons why I am even kept alive. I was nothing more than a tool, a mere instrument to torture those that my keepers deemed guilty.

I would have not part of this any longer!

At least, that’s what I told myself.

Now when the people come to take me to torture people, I struggle and resist as best I could, at first my struggles were nothing more than minor wiggling as I had no strength. But as time went on, it became harder, and more difficult to get me out of my room. However my keepers started to crack down on me. The people used cattle prods to shock me, or used iron bars to beat me to get me to stop, they even constructed a contraption to keep my eyes open as a person was subjected to my power.

This went on…for twelve years.

~~~~~

I was now twenty years old since then, and my body was more bruised and damaged flesh from the abuse of my keepers. I was even more weaker and frail because I refused to eat most of my food, but they didn’t mind, so long as my keepers can keep me functioning to do my role for their Foundation, the state of my being is of little concern to them. so many times I begged and prayed for something, anything to stop this. I may not know what it is people subjected to my power sees, but my own mind is plagued with their mournful wails, defeated, and horrified expressions. These have become so dreadful to deal with that I couldn’t sleep most nights, and I believe I have started to become an insomniac.

“I want this all to end.” I said to the darkness, receiving nothing than dull silence as a reply. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

My voice cried as I began to tear up, my mouth quivering. Tired of this supposed life of mine, infecting people with madness and insanity, and unable to do anything to prevent it. I weakly raised my bony hand as much as I could, trying to reach towards the imaginary sky that I could only picture in my mind.

“…if there is a god in this world, please answer this one prayer…end this. Please!”

I pleated as I could only stare blankly at the ceiling. As I laid their whimpering on my bed, my hand flopping to the side…something happened. I felt my binding loosing, slowly but surely becoming undone! My arms, my legs, even the new straps to restrain my head undid themselves, allowing me to move about. As I moved around in my bed I, heard something.

“Follow.” It was like a voice, but, shallow and distant.

“Follow.” It said again, still nearly silent, and far away.

Just then the door to my room opened, which I thought at first was because one of my keepers was coming in. But as the door fully opened, no one was there, it was like, the door opened itself.

“Follow.”

The whisper called to me again. Call it fate, or sign, all I know is something was beckoning me to leave the room. I then rolled myself off of my bed. I tried to stand but as I stated, my malnourished state rendered me weak and almost feeble, so I was forced to roll myself off the bed. After landing on the floor I began to drag myself across the floor, making actual progress instead of moving at a sluggish paste, but I wasn’t as speedy as I would like. As I continued to drag myself across the floor I came upon a few of my keepers, but they were all knocked unconscious, and every time I came across one the whisper beckoned me to keep moving.

Eventually I willed myself to stand, with the help of a door that was left open. While I was still unable to walk on my own, the walls provided excellent aide as I trudged through wherever I was kept in, all the while the whisper occasionally called to me to follow.

“Where are we going?” I asked in between breaths. While walking with the aide of the walls was helping, walking on my own was still a tiring task for me.

“Follow. Nearly there.” the whisper said, but this time adding a few new words to its statement.

“Nearly there to where?” I questioned as I turned a corner.

And what stood before me was, something I couldn’t explain. The thing before me was like a, hole, in the middle of the air in the shape of an oval. I could smell fresh clean, and not stagnant or sanitized air, and a nice cool breeze brushed over me. I could also see grass! While I’ve never been anywhere except my room, and the torture chamber, I was shown what some things of the world were like, via one of my keepers bringing me picture books in my younger years.

Willing myself to move away from the wall, I wobbled my way to the hole in the air, dead set to feel that soft green grass. And see what the world outside my captivity was like.

“That’s it.” the whisper said, but now it was louder, as I could hear the person talking to me.

“That’s it. Nearly there.” I was now one foot, one foot from the hole, and it was that time that I made my first jump.

Leaping through the hole, and collapsing onto the grass. I was taking in huge gulps of the fresh crisp air. As I laid there, catching my breath, I ran my hand through the blades of grass, feeling them run through my fingers and their soft yet ridged texture.

“Freedom.” Was all I could say as the exertion of my travel, took its toll on my worn and weak body, before I felt myself drift off to sleep. Wither this was a waking dream, or reality, at this very moment…I could care less.

~~~~~

“HO-WEE! Nothing like kicking off a productive morning than a good lunch!” Applejack said as she trotted through the fields of her families properties, with her big brother and baby sister trotting alongside her. Apple Bloom especially was very energic as she was trotting about in between her older siblings.

“So Applejack are you ready for the Sister Hooves Social coming up tomorrow?! The little filly asked, to which both Applejack and Big Mac could only chortle at their sisters excitement.

“Sure am little sis. But I think your more eager for the social, than I am.” The older sister commented as they reached the meadow on the very edge of the farm, which has a nice view of the town of Ponyville.

“Well last time I had to swap with Sweetie Belle, just so we could get her and Rarity talking to each other again.” Apple Bloom replied as they reached the top of a small hill, where one could really see the town of Ponyville from a good vantage point.

“Hey!” Big Mac said, slightly surprising his sisters, as he rarely says anything other than E’yup or E’Nope. “What’s that down there?”

The two sister looked to where Big Mac was pointing to…and their eyes nearly leapt out of their socket! Laying in the grass was a tall clothed creature, with various belt tied to its limbs. The apple siblings galloped down the small hill, and skidded to a halt as they were a foot from the creature, where all three of them began examining the creature. Applejack pulled back the shirt it was wearing, and saw that the creature was nothing but skin and bones…and covered in horrible bruises and burn scars.

“Big Mac can you carry this thing?” the older sibling looked the creature over, before giving Applejack a nod. “Alright then. Hoist the poor feller onto your back, and Apple Bloom—” the filly stood to attention.

“Run back to the farm and tell Granny we got a injured creature, and rustle up a lot more grub.”

“You got it sis!”

With that, the little filly galloped as fast as her little legs could go, while Big Mac wedged his snout under the creature, before sliding it over his head, down his neck before finding purchase on his back. The creature didn’t weigh as much as the stallion expected, but then again, given how frail and scrawny it was that wasn’t a surprise. Applejack then wet around her brother, and positioned the creature so that instead of hang like a pair of saddlebags, it was rest along Big Mac’s body with its legs dragging across the ground.

“Guess lunch will have to wait till we get this poor thing some help.” Applejack commented as her brother nodded while the climbed the hill, as the siblings made their way back to the farm.