No Heros

Trust.

I trusted her.

My sister.

The only one I thought I could count on in this mad world.

I laugh slamming my head against the wall.

It cracked, blood dripping down my snouty as I grin before slamming my head one last time.

My vision blurs making me laugh even more. I don't care how much it hurt all I can think about is her. My younger sister my other half whom I thought I could trust.

I should kill her.

I shake my head slamming my hoof against the wall watching as it goes right through and out the other side.

Hate.

I hate her.

I hate her so fucking munch.

I look around. My eyes scanning our little hide out. Items and torture tools were laid out all over the room. The smell of dried blood, sweat, and sex filled the room making me scream.

Hate hate hate hate.

My visions blurs again and by the time it clears the bed is ripped in half and there's more holes in the walls and a broken window.

I pant.

I...I hate that I care.

I grin humming a little tune. My hooves covered in blood with broken glass sticking out.

It hurts.

It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts.

Memories of what we've been through growing up passed through my mind. The pain of abuse and starvation mixed with the fear of death were things we dealt with together. These events made us into the amazing ponies we are today that alone is why she was the only one I trusted with my life.

What about now?

Can i trust her? Look at her the same? Will she be the one who's gonna end up putting a bullet to my head?

These thoughts haunted me until a knock on the door made me turn my head.

The pony standing in the door way is Grim Fire. By the expression on her face and the shaking of her hoof as she held the door open I knew it wasn't something good.

"WHAT?!"

She grits her teeth in response. Not from anger or malice but from fear. Her eyes alone told me the story of a filly forced to grew up. A filly who hated her boss but was too chicken shit to do anything about it.

My hoof flies across her face.

She groans. Looking up to me with one good eye while the other looked to be swollen shut.

"E..Esper s-shes gone we think s-someone took h-her."

My vision goes red.

I scream.

"FIND HER!"

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"She's not saying anything."

Willow grits her teeth in frustration.

"Show me".

The stallion nods leading her into a dark room. Inside said room is a orange pony strapped down to a table. From appearances alone she liked to have been through some events physically. She had several missing teeth, a broken hoof, and what looked to be badly burned skin down towards her stomach. There were fresh cut marks across her face including one close to her eye.

All in all it looked like the pony had been through a lot,

And yet she smile on her face was like she felt nothing at all.

"Who sent you?"

"Your limped dick husband who desperately wanted a flank call. Unfortunately I'm a bit tied up at the moment ain't I bitch?"

She laughs. It was a sick twisted sound that can only emerge from a broken soul.

"Tell me why your here and maybe I'll let you live".

The mare rolled her eyes clearly not impressed.

"I don't kiss and tell especially towards a worthless whore like you who's gonna end up fucked in all three holes"

The mare's smile was one that Willow seen before. It was almost haunting how all of Thier expressions nearly looked the same no matter who's behind it.

"Your a slaver aren't you".

"No, I'm someone who's gonna enjoy adding your wings to my collection".

Willow snorts looking away. It was clear to her that whoever the mare was she wasn't gonna talk. Witch meant that whoever she was working for was either offering alot or it was a pony who she had deeper ties with. Either way there was little use in keeping the mare alive.

"Put a bullet in her and leav the body outside of town for the scavengers to fight over".

The stallion nods pulling out a gun.

He turns aiming it at the mare's head.

She smiles looking at her future killer straight into the eyes.

He pulled the trigger.

Or would have if a massive explosion hadn't gone off nearly making every pony fall to the floor. Not a minute later a munch older pony burst into the room his eyes full of panic and fear.

"RAIDERS!" He screamed.

Their eyes widen.

Oh.

Oh no.

"MOVE!" Willow shouts running out the room. Behind her she can hear the sounds of the mare laughing.

"'i'll see you soon!"

She chuckles before muttering under her breath as the door slams shut.

"I'll see you real soon."