Pinkie in the Asylum

Terror drives the little pink mare as she runs through the eternal blackness, the sound of her hoofs clanking against the rusty metal and the heavy gasp of her own breath are the only sounds in this dark world. She sobs choking on her own solid breath as she charges further and further into the nothing, her lungs burn from over-exertion and the orange dust filling the air. She cares not for her pained lungs or her cramping legs, she only wants to run, run away from the darkness to escape this hell and reach her dear friends.

But it is not too long before she collapses from exhaustion her adrenaline has finally ran out causing her knees to buckle under her weight. She cries out in pain on the harsh impact against the jagged metal ground.

  To weak to get back on her hooves she gives in to exhaustion and simply lays there, her chest heaving with deep and damp breathe. While her body is weak her mind is at work, her eyes search the small distance she can actually see, looking for any friendly face in this dark void. She puts her face into her cupped hooves and cries as she is the only soul in this hell.

“Pinkie Pie....” Twilight’s deepened and distorted voice calls to her from no where.

  Pinkie's body finds new strength in hearing the chilling voice. She sits up in fear looking desperately for her nightmare, ready to jump up against her pained body and dash away. Her eyes strain as they search through the intense darkness trying to locate...

   Suddenly Twilight burst from the dark like a savage wolf onto pouncing its prey. Her shattered and exposed hoof crunches as it bends to grab Pinkie's neck before lifting the pink mare over her head.. Pinkie squirms in the twisted mares grasp, her neck squeezing tightly as Twilight tightens her grip.

Pinkie gasps for air as she looks down to Twilight. She watches as once again the purple mares mouth snaps and cracks, bones snap as her jaws spread and her teeth grow refreshing Pinkie's memories of her old fear.

  Pinkie screams kicking Twilight's already mutilated arm, fighting for her life “No! No! Let me go!” She screams, her throat growing soar causing her voice to crack. She closes her eyes feeling the pressure on her neck lessening rapidly. A queer sensation comes to her and her eyes quickly open She struggles against her own madness.

She violently coughs gasping for air while forcing her own hoofs away from her neck. Finally reclaiming the control of her own legs she sits up taking in the warm steamy air of this place. Her lungs expand gratefully with each breath from the stale air happy to have some air rather than non.

Her relief is short lived as the voice comes from her right.  “Pinkie.... over here....” Twilight voice echoes beckoning her gaze.

Pinkie follows the voice, staring to the direction of the now easy to follow voice. Her lower lip shakes as her gaze finally lands on a little white glow from the upside down mirror. The reflective side face down, but the uneven sides of the mirror allow some of the white light seep through illuminating the mirror just enough to be spotted in the dark

  Pinkie gulps standing on her strained legs before stepping towards the mirror in great cation.  {How did I end up back here?} Her thoughts clutter up in her mind in wonder If she had ever perhaps she may have turned around while she ran. Try as she might she can't recall ever changing her direction, but there is no possible way she can truly know, she ran for what seemed like ages. But it appears she had only moved a few feet away from the mirror. Her body shaking in fear she takes a step closer to the mirror, it doesn't do anything, then another and another, until finally she is able to reach the harmlessly lying mirror.

  Pinkie can barely contain herself as she reaches for the mirror, but through great will she finally takes it unto here hooves turning it over with the slightest hope that maybe a friendly face will be starring back.. She nearly drops it as  Twilight's terrible face.

Twilight's face leeks with the ceaseless black liquid, it appears that it may have overflowed her body as her eyes to be pitch black like the ooze seeping from them, her expression so gaunt, so disturbed she barely even looks like a pony anymore. Her jaw sways constantly as if it is attached on lose hinges barely attached to her head. A toothy grin. ”There you are Pinkie its so good to see you again...” Comments the deranged unicorn

Pinkie can't help but stare into Twilight's midnight eyes,  their endless darkness pulls her attention unlike anything else she has ever even dreamed. “Twi.... Twilight?” She stutters unsure of even the point of asking.

  “Yes its me Pinkie...” Twilight's reply comes with a  hiss “How has it worked out so far Pinkie?” Comes a question followed by the sound of her teeth clicking together as her jaw loosely

“How has what worked out Twi?” Pinkie asks her eyes moistening as she tries to hide the fact that her friend is no more, she snaps out of it realizing how ridicules the act would be.

   She clenches her teeth, her hair falls straight “Where am I who are you?” She demands harshly. Then what ever had just caused her to act that way suddenly dissipates “....I want to go home.” She sobs looking away from the mirror, little droplets falling from her face splashing against the warm metal floor.

“You are home Pinkie...” Twilight replies clicking her jaws  “Can't you tell?” as the question is asked light appears around Pinkie's peripheral making her close her eyes, shielding her from the sudden brightness.

  She holds a hoof over her eyes as the sweet aroma of baked goods floods her nose causing her stomach to growl out of un foreseen hunger. She lowers her hoof with a watery mouth and curiosity She gingerly opens her eyes allowing them to adjust to the newly found light. She forgets about that as the familiar territory comes into to view.

  Her eyes widen in disbelief as recognizes the first room of Sugar Cube Corner.  She looks back to the mirror in wonder. Her mind questions everything as the real Twilight sparkle smiles happily, looking like her old self again. She excitedly  waves a hoof in hello before.

   “Hey Pinkie sorry for the issue, my spell must have not worked correctly, were are I can't quiet  see from this view.?” Twilight voice comes as a surprise to Pinkie,  as she had grown use to now. Its music to Pinkie's ears.

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  Pleasantries aside Pinkie flips the mirror with a queer expression, so that Twilight may see the room. “Oh that's fantastic!” Twilight exclaims happily. Pinkie turns the mirror to face her again “I have been trying to get you back for hours! Thought I lost for a bit there.” Her eyes look low feeling guilty at the idea she might have killed her friend, but she quickly perks up and looks joyfully to Pinkie.

Pinkie stares wordlessly at Twilight unsure of what to think. {Is this real?} She questions herself in her own mind.  “Are you okay Pinkie? You look kinda pale” Twilight asks, a little of her earlier enthusiasm disappears as she looks to the trembling mare.

Pinkie snaps out, accepting she may have been rescued from the terrible place after all, memories of her death and torment flood her mind, but for appearance sake she offers a plastic smile to assure Twilight. “Yea I think I’m okay.” She replies nodding.

“Glade to hear it, hey before you rest, I need you to head back over here so I can check up on you okay?” Twilight asks with concern, she notices that something is wrong with her pink friend.

“Okie Dokey Lokie...” Pinkie says slowly looking away from Twilight, trying not to make eye contact.

  Twilight cocks her head to the right, examining Pinkie’s strained expression. “Hey now, whats wrong?” She asks worriedly “You can tell me Pinkie, you had to go somewhere, what happened?”

  Pinkie holds back tears “I will tell ya when I get there okay?” Pinkie replies.

  “Okay then I will keep the mirror close just in case....” Twilight sentience is cut short.

  A sudden scream from somewhere in  the house sends chills down Pinkie's spine.

   “Some pony help me!” A tom boyish voice comes from the basement door. Pinkie immediately recognizes the voice to be Rainbow Dash.

  “Pinkie whats happening whats wrong? Is that Rainbow Dash? Pinkie?”  Twilight's voice blares on, but Pinkie ignores the purple mares erratic words, instead she follows the words echoing from the wooden door leading unto the basement.

  “Shut you little bitch!” A cruel voice growls followed by a fleshy thump from behind the wooden frame.

Without a moments hesitation Pinkie rushes to the door, she reaches for the knob but finds it to be locked. Another scream comes from behind the door influences Pinkie to buck it open, then she begins to rush down the stairs into the dimly lit cellar, but a wrong step causes her to keel forward and fall down the stairs smacking against the concrete floor, nearly blacking out. After a moment she groggily looks up, her head in haze, but it disappears when she focuses her gaze.

Her mind racks with fear as she stares in horror as she sees another version of herself is wearing a blood soaked apron while standing next to a bloody operating table, the otherworldly doppelganger stands on her hind legs holding a butcher knife in one hand and some kind of organ in the other.

  Pinkie covers her mouth as her eyes follow the fleshy cords leading to the heaving body of cyan mare sobbing on the dripping operation table. Pinkie {The real one} Stands up on her fours holding her mouth in an attempt to block both vomit and perhaps the stench of this hell hole.

  The room Is sickly decorated with dozens of various organs designed like a psychos party favors as intestines hanging like Nurgal's party streamers. Pinkie whimpers at the words “Life's a Party” written in blood on the retched wall behind the scene, a sick mockery of something she had said long ago in good faith and heart.

  Pinkie's mind can't coop with this dreadful scene, her mind going feral in confused terror. Pinkie turns to run back upstairs hoping to get help still holding the mirror her hooves clap slowly against the stairs as she weakly attempts to flee, to her dismay hoof steps rush up behind her, easily outrunning her broken form.  A pink limb grabs her mouth with a hoof,  and violently yanks her back down the steps. Before Pinkie can even scream a large kitchen knife sinks into the side of her neck spurting a blood spatter as well a sending immense amounts of pain through the little pink mare. Pinkie struggles trying to get out of her doppelgangers grasp, but blood loss and the strength of her opposite overpowers her.

  The mirror drops against the stairs and flips onto the floor, followed by a newly found stream of warm blood seeping down the steps.

  Twilight having just gotten back from something spike had asked, had just now heard the commotion becomes frightened for her friend. “Pinkie?!” Twilight screams “Pinkie?!” She calls desperately trying to get her friends attention. She is answered by a thump and a fleshy rip that puts her in full alert. “Don't worry I will have the guards there in moment hold on!” Twilight yells before the sound of hoof steps begin to leave.

  Pinkie gurgles looking to her clones cruel expression, her eyes beg for explanation to her opposite, wondering how what and why, but her only answer is a thick smile with insane eyes that are her own glaring down.

  “To bad we didn't get to play.....” He doppelganger giggles rending the knife back and fourth severing a few vitals. Her long hair dropping over Pinkie's vision covering the real Pinkies face causing her vision to flicker.

  Suddenly Pinkie gets a strange uplifting sensation her weight suddenly shifts to only her hind legs as the stretch as straight as her physic possible can, causing immense pressure on her thighs. More pressure is added to her upper legs as well, as she is now apparently holding some pony

   The long pink hair pushes out of the way lifting like a curtain in a movies theater readying for the next set. Pinkie's knees nearly buckle as her vision uncovers the mortifying sight of that she is holding her own body, knife in hoof holding large kitchen knife jammed cruelly into her own throat, only little of the blade is visible but you can easily see the nasty hilt, showing the deepness of her wound, or her bodies wound. The situation gives Pinkie a throbbing migraine

  Pinkie in shock simply lets her limp body drop out of her limbs starring down to her odd bodies corps now lying at her hooves. She relieves herself, letting herself drop onto her all fours. A slick step as she now relizes her upper hooves are covered in latex just barely darker in color than her coat. She flops once again down the steps landing belly up on the concrete floor sideways, She exhails heavily as the impact knocks all the air out of her. She moans as her blurry vision now adjust to the light and the ringing signifying a possible concussion, she must have hit her head at some point.

  Her bloody pink latex covered hooves stretched out in front of her, being the only thing she can see for the moment. Eventually rest of the background fades into view, she is facing the operation tables, her vision corrects  itself. “Rainbow Dash!” Pinkie exclaims jumping up at the sight of the bleeding cyan pony barely breathing on the table.

She crawls up to her hooves rushing to the heaving Rainbow Dash and runs to her “Rainbow!” She cries again getting up next to her dear friend. She covers her mouth with her latex hooves ignoring the blood drenched texture, screaming at the horrible sight before her.

  Rainbow Dash lies there her limbs clamped down and stretched out. Her wings now a bloody stump a defiler to their former glory, the appear  savagely ripped off and out of her body along with of the surrounding skin had been taken as well exposing muscle and vein. \

But that's nothing compared to the fact that whats left of her inner organs are completely expose, the flaps of her skin stretched out. Whatever her doppelganger was doing Pinkie appears to have come in right before he doppelganger had finished what ever sadistic torture she was inflicting.

Rainbow only stares back with damp eyes her expression showing her obvious terror of her tormentor no longer..

“Oh Rainbow Dash...” Pinkie sobs, loosening the harness holding head down, but Rainbow Dash's expression cringes as Pinkie attempts to hold her. Dash's eyes look horrifyingly to the knife Pinkie has on her side, hanging of one of the latches on her garments. Dash starts shaking violently  with what little strength she has left. Her groans of pain imminent as her raw wrist grind against the iron clams.

Pinkie  stares to the knife she hadn't even realized was on her side. She rips it of with her teeth, the iron taste of blood covers her tounge making her gag. It clangs against the floor as she tosses it away, the blood on it flicks outwards sending a little spray of its paint across the floor.

“Pinkie?” Rainbow Dash chokes out in hope that maybe... just maybe her friend has regained her senses.

“Dashie....” Pinkie replies in sobs as she stares crying at the horrid site.

“Are you better now?” Dash asks weakly, her mind fading a little. “Is the monster gone...” Rainbow Dash asks her voice pained and dry.

“Yes Dashie the bad mare is gone its okay...” Pinkie soothes while un clamping the cyan mare before taking her head into her hoofs letting the weak mare lie her head one her arms.

  Dash doesn't even attempt to get up.“He huh....” Dash chuckles before coughing up blood, she weakly smiles as a small trickle of blood drips from her mouth, her eyes dark and barely alive. “Am I going to be okay?” Dash asks, her voice no longer like her usual haughty. Now it comes as a pathetic squeak or wheeze as her exposed lungs fill with blood.

Pinkie's heart sinks, she isn't a doctor, but she knows there is literally nothing that can be done. Even with magic the wounds are to old to repair for the removed organs have shut down. An Alicorn would be needed to repair this.

   “Yea Dashie your gonna be fine. Pinkie's gotcha.” Pinkie continues to hold back her impossibly harsh sobs, she smiles warmly past her bloody face, but tears cannot be stopped from dripping out.  Dash smiles warmly through her fading color, fully believing Pinkie with every word.

  “Twilight has already called the guards and when they get here they will take care of you....” A breaks through but Dashie doesn’t even notice “You will be back to your old self again in no time...” She adds making an enthusiastic thrust into the air smiling a dolls smile.

Rainbow Dash nussels weakly in her arms, still loving her friend even if she had done this, she takes comfort knowing the real Pinkie is back. “I’m so glade the monster is gone Pinkie she was really scary....” Her words make it to Pinkie's ears but a her voice gets noticeably weaker with every word.

“Yea she was...I’m so sorry Rainbow Dash...” Pinkie sobs looking to the horrible equipment adorned red with the equines blood, a lump in her throat chokes out more tears from her eyes {How could I? When did..... this can't be right.} Pinkie thinks to herself trying to push this dark reality out of the way. But before she breaks down she looks to the now slightly worried cyan pony looking at her bothered expression. A quick smile and a stroke across her rainbow main comforts the weakening mare.

  “Its okay Pinkie, bad stuff happens to ponies sometimes.....I....” Dash chokes coughing up more blood her breaths becoming more and more shallow. “I'll tell the authorities something bad took over you right?” Dash asks, Pinkie nods holding her tight.

Rainbow Dash paces a hoof on Pinkie's cheek. Her smile fades and her breathing becomes faint. “I... I... forgive.... yo....” Her voice draws away as her body finds no more air to finish her words. Her head slowly turns to the side, her eyes close as her breathing finally stops. She now lays a lifeless body sags heavily in Pinkie's grasp.

  All the world fades away as  Pinkie stands on her hind legs looking away from the table with her now blank expression as she now simply stares forward as the words “Life's a party”.  She lets the cyan body slips out of her grasp back onto the slab her slightly moved body causes her head to hang limply off the metal table her eyes open from the sudden drop, but there emptiness signifies that she has just passed away.

  For minutes she stands there catatonic, as her mind tries to comprehend the events of even the last few minutes.  Her mind cracks under pressure as one of her best friends has just died in her arms, in belief she herself was the murderer. Pinkie's lips quivers as she turns to the stairs, her gaze stops on her own dead body, the face contorted in a pained muffled scream as her own dead eyes reflect Pinkie's new body standing on her hind legs. Pinkie had subconsciously followed this bodies instinct, but now drops to all fours trying to forget. {Who am I?} she wonders in the void as she sees the blood of her self slowly spread meeting that of Rainbow Dashie's.

  Pinkie looks to the stairs themselves now, her mind blank of rational though as she begins to walk towards them {Am I real?}  the question regarding herself comes as a blade of though cutting right through her soul. Cold sweat forms on her already wet back. Her legs ache in pained stress as her hoofs cap wetly among the now damp concrete floor as she walks to the wooden stairs leading to a door that in her mind will lead her away from this dreadful nightmare.

  A smile creeps across her face “I must be terribly late....” Her crooked smile shivers “Twilight said she needs me back by now..... I'm sure all my friends are so worried....” She sniffles walking to the first step.

  “Rarity, spik, Apple Jack, Twilight, Fluttershy oh and I bet even Rainbow Dash will be there.....” She giggles ignoring the blood trailing behind her, her apron dripping wetly with the fresh gore of a good friend she cares for deeply. “I can't be late....” She sobs taking the first step. “There all waiting for me...... oh I miss every pony so much....” Her mind fades away as she takes another step a crooked smile creeps across her face

Suddenly a shadow blocks the light from the now open door “There she is.... Pinkie are you all..... Pinkie what are you...” The voice of familiar stallion comes from above.

  Pinkie looks up and her eyes grow wide, caused by both the light and the fact Mr. Cake standing there right in front of her looking down His eyes grow wide in terror as he sees one of his friend lying murdered at the bottom of stairs in a pool of her own blood.

  “What the....” he stammers taking a step back, from his point of view he can easily see Pinkie's corpse laying at the bottom of the stairs and some sort of deranged mare waking up, her coat soaked in blood covering any of her original color, her hair straight and her body also covered in cloth and latex her face shadowed by the dark. “Who …. who are you.” He stutters  he then immediately looks out the side of the door, “Guards! Guards! come quick there's a phyco on the loose!” He screams.

Pinkie vision goes black for a moment and she loses consciousness.

Pinkie vision returns as quickly as it went away, she is now over top Mr. Cake holding him down on the cellar floor, while holding a knife up to his neck “No please.” He begs as he struggles to break free, but his feeble attempts don't even make the unnaturally strong Pinkie Pie shift in weight as he thrashes about.

Pinkie mind screams, struggles with her might to pull away from Mr. Cake, but here body disobeys her command, leaving Pinkie helpless. Someone or something is controlling body, but gives her the sight and awareness of what is happening. She tries and tries to move,  to try and  explain what had transpired down in this dark and now unholy cellar. But to both their horror Pinkie's arm lifts the blade into the air  her body betraying her very soul as she brings the blade higher into the air readying for what is about to come. She arks the blade downward, readying to stab Mr. Cake.

As if a sudden fit of rage Pinkies arm slams down ward blade in hoof driving the blade Mr. Cakes snout, the jagged sinks into his yellow flesh, piercing his upper snout and driving though his upper jaw and through his bottom  one. The blade comes withing centimeters of his throat. Mr. Cake howls in agony as Pinkie rends the blade back and fourth, inlargining the intensity of the already devastating wound.

Pinkie tries to close her eyes or at least look away in hopes to not witness the struggling body below her fighting desperately for his life, but as with everything else her body disobeys forcing her to watch this disgusting event.

  Pinkie raises the blade again and savagely jams it back down,  this time slicing a portion of his scalp off, Mr. Cake begs for his life, tears rolling down his ruined face as Pinkie retreats the blade to stab down again. This time she sends it right between his eyes, gutting down further and further until it slices into the brain of the stallion as she rends the blade like a drill digging more and more, but with surgical skill the blade only cuts parts of the stallions large brain only cutting away at non vital pieces so that his life is yet to end.

Pinkies arm finally lifts away from the cakes ruined face, he groans in pain and horror looking sadly to Pinkie Pie, his expression barley readable through all the ruin, but you can still see his eyes which still hold the look that simply says ... why...

But mercy is not know to the possessor of Pinkie Pie as she drives the blade deep into his eye, angling it with expert precision so that it goes right through the frontal lobe of his brain swiftly sending the stallion to the after life.

Regaining her control, Pinkie shudders as her body sudden pleasure courses through her. Killing Mr. Cake gives her a sick pleasure as the memory floods through, his last words, the life leaving his only good eye as she ended his life. In an uncontrollable seizure she stabs at his face over and over again, her body ceaselessly discharging mind numbing sensations with every strike.

  After a few stabs, her true self finally takes over and in a few moments she actually realizes what she had just done. In a fit of trauma she kicks backward scraping across the ground away from the body.

   “NO!” she screams while throwing the disgusting blade away, it makes a thunk noise as it jams into the wall.  “No no no no why!” Her words high and hysterical as she tears her gaze away from Mr. Cake's gnarled face. In a state of shock she rolls over curling up on the floor taking to the fetal position.

  The blood flows from the three dead pony's, the liquid moving as if it has a mind of its own as it  encircles the cured equine sobbing on the ground, she does not even notice at how the blood sickeningly forms a heart around her tortured frame.

Pinkie becomes hysterical,laughing in terror as what she had just done, her mind snaps with guilt as she looks to Rainbow Dash, herself and the freshly killed Mr. Cake, the vile stench of blood and gut fills the room, causing Pinkie to heave forward. She sits up on two hooves letting a steam of bile pour from her mouth and onto the floor. She watches as the vomit moves similar to the blood flowing to the heart shape and mixing with the blood. Pinkie sits and stares watching the liquid flow in a singel direction, unable to tel exactly what it is even forming

  A series of loud smacks on the door leading outside pulls her mind away from the flow. “Royal guard open up now!” Demands a husky voice from behind the door. A few other muffled voices follows the demanding voice belonging to a solder from the princesses personal guards.

Pinkie listens carefully. “I heard screaming.” Twilight's troubled voice is heard near the door.

The solder bangs the door again “This is your last chance open up or I will break the door down!” He bellows angrily. Mrs. Cake can be heard sobbing in fear.

“Oh my dear Celestia I think my husband is down there and Pinkie to! Sir you have to get them out of there!” She cries, some struggling is heard, until “Please break the door get them out of there!” She demands.

“Very well.”  growls the solder. Pinkie listens intently until  massive hit smashes against the door making her jump, but it does not budge. The solder howls in shock, probably pulling a muscle “What the heck is this door made of?” He snarls, but even through the failed attempt another buck smashes again the door.

Pinkie shudders {Their going to find me....} her body shakes  in horror looking at all the that is around her, once again taking inventory of her situation. Two mutilated and one stabbed in the heart. {Their going to get me...} She trembles more as another heavy buck bends some of the metal forward.  {Their going to kill me....} a smile goes across her face.

She begins to laugh as her song always says, laugh to make the monsters go away. She covers her ears and closes her eyes shut. Letting  her mind go into her happy place, dreaming of all the things she would love to do. “Smile smile smile that’s all you have to do is smile.... smile.... smile...” she hopes deep in her heart that all of this is some terrible nightmare, that at any moment she will wake up in her bed.

  She focuses with all her will, imagining her room as it always was, after a moment of intense concentration she opens her eyes and new tears fall down her cheeks. Her eyes meet with the one remaining eye of Mr. Cake who lies in a vile mixture of blood. Pinkie covers her eyes “laugh to make the gosties go away.”

“Pinkie Pie....” A familiar distorted voice calls from the mirror one the floor, right next to her old dead body. Pinkie looks up and in a hurry and rushes towards the mirror, taking it into her hooves. She flinches at the sight

Twilight's ruined face returns her gaze with her eyes no longer even visible as a ever leaking stream of black tar pours out. Twilight looks at her with an even larger grin than before. “Having fun yet?” asks the ceaseless mare.

Furry rises in the Pink equine “Fun?!” Pinkie exclaims “How can this be fun. I just killed two of my best friends!” she screams into the mirror, ready to throw it across the room.

Twilight hisses “I know you did Pinkie....” He words stop and she looks over the mirror.  “Oh look there here already.....” she cackles before the mirror goes black..

  The door finally burst open and a white stallion wearing golden armor tumbles down the stairs in a much similar fashion Pinkie had done so.

   “Son of a....” He growls, sitting up, rubbing his helmet with his hoof. He smacks his lips as he lowers his hoof to were he can see under it. What he had sipped on now covers some of his white coat as well as the entirety of his hoof. “What the?” He asks dumbfounded as her examines the warm red liquid that blotches his coat, he has yet to even look around.

  He suddenly covers his nose with his foreleg “Gah what is that...” He stops mid sentence as he takes in the dreadful scene ahead of him.

His eyes first go across the unrecognizable dead stallion his face gutted and shattered across the floor, a mare Pegasuses eviscerated lying over a slab belly up, and the pink dead mare with a single stab wound. And there she is a blood drenched mare sitting in the center of a heart shaped streak of blood mixed with various other bodily fluids.

  “You sick son of a....” He stammers taking in the scene, never in his life has he seen anything that even comes close to this. He knows what he must do, in his training he had learned of an extraordinary rare occurrence in pony kind. Only a handful of cases have ever been recorded throughout history The cases always involve some pony who for absolutely no detectable reason goes completely insane. Every even always ends the same, a complete blood bath.

  The solder rises knowing full well it is his duty to authorize such a judgment as all such individuals must be dealt with. He draws his lance, knowing there is no cure for Zelachorism.  “I’m not going to enjoy this.....” He growls mustering all of his will as he  draws his lance back his back. In the court of judgment and Celestian law those afflicted with Zelachorism must be killed on sight, earlier attempts in curing of the deadly disease only lead to missing bodies and widowed mares. “You cannot leave this room alive.”

Pinkie throws up her hooves in defence “No wait its now what you think...”She begs causing the guard to hesitate. Pinkie loses control making of her body once again, she lunges forward trying to tackle the guard.

His intense training has proved its worth as he throws the psychopathic mare away from him. He loudly snorts in anger “Bull hickle...” He snarls hardening his grip on his lance,he has never even had to use this thing before until today.

Pinkie scampers backwards while facing him, her heart slams painfully against her chest as she back crawls away from her attacker. She grunts as she bumps into something, she looks over and shrieks as she has come face to face contact with the eyes of Rainbow Dash.

Pinkie looks around desperately looking for any form of escape, the guard obviously having never had to even threaten  much less use his weapon hesitates as his body struggles to even aim at the cowering mare.

  He struggles against his absolute distaste for this scene, for the face that his duty has come to ending the life of another. 'Forgive me....” His voice strains as he lifts his weapon to her.

   “No please I don’t want to die!” Pinkie screams throwing her arms up defense, but the guards precise strike allows his lance goes right through the gap in between her arms. The tip of the lance hits its mark as I dives into the pink equines chest. both her and the solder gasp at the noise of blade piercing flesh.

Pinkie feels a small shocks of pain course through her once again as the blade rips through her rib cage and spearing her heart. Death washes over her immediately ending her life.

  “Wake up....” Calls a distant voice.