Canceled for good: making new fic

NOTE: I'm posting this part of it because I feel like SOMETHING should be published. I will still work on it, and apologize for such a long wait with so little chapter...

The mottled grey that plastered the confines of Twilight's cell was melting, shedding away to reveal her own personal nightmare. She knew it was a dream, but something was strange about it. This she kept telling herself, but it seemed so real. She was strapped to a chair, one that would be found in a dentist's office, tiled back to an almost horizontal position. SHe was struggling against the suggofating grip of the leather staraps that held her legs, and head in place. A lumbering, muscular changeling entered the room, much larger then Twilight could see with her head restrained. "Well, now. Queen Chrysalis has a proposition for you. You just hand over you, and all your freinds elements of harmony, and you are set free. If not, I'm going to use your spine as a back scratcher! So, little lady, what's it gonna be?" he said, his voice deep and almost impossible to understand. All the 'real' Twilight could see was the 'dream-real' Twilight closing her eyes, and open her mouth. 'Dont say just take them, please don't' she thought to herself. She waited, breath held tight, for the words that change fate to be spoken. It was then that the walls began reshaping themselfes around her, and the world went black. Her eyes searched for input, anything aside from the blinding darkness, but getting nothing.

She opened her eyes, and was brought back into the world. She was breaking out into a cold sweat, and saw one of her cellmates standing over her. Ah, you awaken! I do say, you must've been having one horrendous nightmare to be thrashing in your sleep like that." he said, chuckling. "Well, while i know you just woke up, your freinds and I have come up with a plan to get us out of here. You awake enough to hear it, or would you prefer I wait for a bit?" She sat up, and nodded, giving acknowledgement to his plan, whatever it was. "It sounds good, having a plan. But what, exactly..." she stopped, giving him the rest of the sentence. "Is the plan? Well, in about five minutes, the interrogater will come 'round, and ask who wants it first. The orange one, Applejack, will voulenteer, and in the second the gate opens, jump right over the interrogater," Twilight gave an uneasy look, and shifter her gaze over to Applejack. "You sure you can do this?" Applejack got up, and walked over to Twilight. "Of cource I will be, sugarcube. All you need to do is stay put, and i'll do whatever I can."  she said, walking over to her freind. "O-okay... if you say so. Now, what was your name?" Twilight asked, standing up off the cold, hard stone slab that served as a bed. "Ah, you may call me Uriah. I- oh wait... I do beleive that the interrogater appeoaches." None os them could hear anything at first, but gradually, the hoofsteps grew louder. And sure as Uriah said, a huge earth pony, with bulking chains and all sorts of rusted iron in his attire, rattled the cell bars. "Well, well, well. Looks like i'll get a chioce of my prtey. But i'm in a good mood. Who wants the evisceration first?" he said, looking dead at Rarity, who seemed to be slowly backing in a corner. "How about you, little girl?" he said. He pounded on the bars again, walking around the cell to the corner Rarity had sealed herself in. "Nope. You;'re takin me, big guy." she said with extra twang in her vioce. "Oh, missy, bad idea." he chuckled to him self and plodded back over the the cell door, and fiddled with the lock. Applejack stratched her legs, and got in a position for the jump.

The lock clicked, and the gate for entry into the cell creaked open, like hoofs on a chalkboard. Applejack took off, with what small space she had to build up speed, and closed her eyes. With all the force, and all the willpower she had, she opened her eyes and pushed off the ground, like a pegasus taking flight. She sailed through the air, untoutched. The cell bars flew past her, just another blur in the sea of objects whizzing past her.  Then her world same to a jerking halt. the forward momentum from the jump stopped, and an ice-spike of pain in one of her hind legs. She fell to the floor and felt all the breath go out of her, like a gut punch. she doubled over, cradling her leg, which she found to be entangles in a... chain. She looked up, and traced the links to the interrogater, who had snagged her leg just as she passed overhead. The large earth pony walked towards her, and before she could react, yanked the chain around her leg up, holding her upside down, face-to-face. "And what do you call that, missy? Going out with a boom for your freinds?" he said, looking back at the cell. Rarity already had tears welling up in her eyes. Uroah, put his hoof thriough the bars and propped himself up on them. "no, no, nonono!" he yelled, jaw agape, eyes wide open. "Lemme go, ya fat, smelly cow!" she yelled, yanking at the chains around her leg. "Hmmm.... okay then." he said, and walked over to a tin sklab of stone, over what appeared to be a pit into... Celestia-knows-where. Twilight suspected it would lead to some ultimatley violent death, but thatw as as far as she wanted to go at this point.  The interrogater took the chains and held them high, and slammed them down on the table, sending Applejack down with almost twice the force as last time. He spread Applejacks legs to each corner of the table, and tied them down.

Applejack was unconcious, a small cut on her nose. A thin stream of blood trickiling down her body, and poolinhg in a puddle of crimson fluid. All the ponies seemed to be in a trance, all of them staring at applejack, waiting for movement, just anything to let them know she wasn't gone. Not yet, at least. Uriah had this breath held for what felt like hours on end, and thats when she moved, and let out a small grown. He exhaled, and drew in fresh air. Or as fresh as it could get underground, surrounded by decaying bodies and mutilated corpses. The black earth pony walked over to the table, and gave Applejack a nudge. SHe groaned, and tried to roll over, but was bound by the chains. THis time, the interrogater slammed his hoff don on the table, dust from the stone  getting in Applejacks lungs, forcing her to wake up. She strained to sit up, cough it out, but couldnt. She hacked up, and felt it coming, but managed to hold down the vomit that was building up from so much couging. Her breathing became wheezing, and the interrogater hadnt been at her for five minutes. "Aw c'mon. You better last longer that the last toy I had." he said, and pulled out a pair of rusted pliers. Applejack was breaking into a sweat, her mind racing to find words of mercy.

Words that never came.