Second Chance

"Pinkie Pie—I can't do that! I have a life where everypony loves me! A life full of friendship—I can't just stop and make that all disappear from my mind!" Rainbow Dash spat out her sentence. She was still in searing pain.

"Well Dashie.. I guess I gotta keep on looking for the "special ingredient." I did give you a second chance, which I RARELY do... You could've stayed alive and helped your very best friend! Me!! " Pinkie would have a sour tone in her voice.

Pinkie Pie reached over to her tool cart to put down her scalpel and then grabbed a large hacksaw.
"Dashie, why do they call it a hacksaw?" Pinkie's voice would change to high and squeaky.

"Why, why do they?!" Rainbow Dash looked at the saw and started to hyperventilate as her mind filled with regret. "CAUSE THEY MAKE SAWING WINGS OFF SO MUCH EASIER!" Pinkie would laugh maniacally. "NOW THE FUN IS STARTING!" Pinkie Pie grabbed Rainbow Dash's right wing.

Rainbow Dash let's out a scream of pure horror and keeps on moving frantically and violently in the thick, heavy straps. "FINE! FINE! PINKIE, I'LL DO IT! JUST NOT MY WINGS! ANYTHING BUT THAT!" A grin would show on Pinkie's face as she dropped the hacksaw on the ground with a loud clatter. Pinkie still held her grip on Rainbow Dash's wing.

Pinkie Pie chuckles as a loud snap can be heard. A sharp jolt of pain would shoot through Dash as her right wing breaks so easily under Pinkie Pie's grip. The pain bubbling up so quickly that Rainbow Dash let out a horrific shriek that echoed throughout the basement.

"Pinkie! I did what you asked. What do you want more from me?" Rainbow would howl in pain, she desired to grab her wing and to bandage it, but all hope is lost for her newly broken wing. Rainbow Dash panted as she sobbed more and more.

Pinkie looked down at Rainbow Dash, smiling widely. "It's all part of the plan, Dashie. Your new life starts here." Pinkie would say as she glared at Rainbow Dash. "Now we begin, you crybaby."