Colors of a Rainbow

Reflect

How long had she been there? How long had she been standing there, where she witnessed Anon die? Rainbow Dash stood as still as a statue, standing before the great machine in the darkness. Why would did she keep coming here? Was it the guilt of knowing that the countless lives of pegasi were lost in this machine by her own hoof? No. She came because she stood by and watched as the only one who truly cared for her was lost, lost to the Spectra creating machine. She could feel a pit form in her stomach, and her eyes leaked wet tears, similar to what she would do every night.

“Has anyone ever told you… you have beautiful eyes, Dashie…?”

She liked to play the tough one, the brave one, the cold one. It was all a facade. She just wanted to look strong in front of her friends, in front of Anon. She stamped her hoof down against the feathery cloud beneath her, a small dent in the structure of the cloud. Why did she need to be born into such a life? She often tried to convince herself that this was for the greater good of the others, but was that really it? Was that really an excuse? An excuse to not only sentence one of her friends to death, but two? She had her doubts before, but now she could not find any solid arguments in defense of the merciless killing. She wished dearly that she could see Anon again, to apologize. To apologize for all of it. A sob that had been working its way up her throat escaped the confines that held it back, and was released into the silent night. A sob that had been kept within her for all this time.

“Ready!” Anon said in proud excitement.

“Alright, go!” She exclaimed herself.

She collapsed against the cloud, her face dipping into it and muffling the relentless horde of wracking sobs and cries of pain. She just wanted him back. The memories did not help. Flashbacks taunted her, never letting her forget what she had done. Why? Why did this have to happen? Her body shook and trembled.

"D-Dad, what are you doing to them?"

"What needs to be done, and what you will soon be doing. Call me Doctor Atmosphere from now on, Miss Dash." He said coldly.

"Yes Da... Doctor Atmosphere."

Upon her tear streaked face, she managed to form a scowl.

That...

That...

That... bastard.

She screamed in anger and tossed a nearby chair into the cloud wall, watching it faze through and out of the vapor-constructed building. He was the reason why she was in this mess. Why she was forced to do all of these terrible things. There was no excuse. She didn't want forgiveness. She didn't want purity. She wanted him dead. She was never a daughter to him. She was a tool. She was used as a tool against those she loved. She did not volunteer for this. There was no choice.

After composing herself, she stood and unruffled her wings. After briefly gazing back to the machine with a heavy heart and misty eyes, she left the building, taking to the sky to Reflect.