The Great And Murderous Trixie

Warning: The chapters starting from here are gonna be pretty graphic, so watch out you fine Pony folk!

In the coming days, Trixie found herself gaining confidence. Having somepony to talk to really helped, even though that certain mare existed in her conscience. Her spirit was still only a fraction of what it used to be, but you had to start somewhere.

Sadly, the same couldn't be said about her fitness. While her mentality was slowly reforming, her body continued to dwindle. Trixie had regained just enough of her pride to again become picky about what she ate. She all but refused to eat anything that wasn't cooked; seeing as the forest was lacking its usual catering service, she was out of luck.

Trixie's nutrition wasn't her only problem either. Having no proper first aid, and using a soiled scrap of cloth as a bandage, the cut on her leg had begun to fester. On the day after she received her gash, it had swollen and turned an inflamed red. The day after that, a sickly lime green with yellowish puss oozing out. By the third day, Trixie could no longer feel her hoof. If she didn't do something, she wouldn't last another day to discover a new symptom.

"Mother, I can't feel my leg anymore! What do I do?"

Must I think of everything my oh so incompetent daughter? You need to relieve some of the pressure; luckily that knife of yours is still good for something.

As she put two and two together, Trixie's eyes widened, and a bead of sweat formed on her forehead.

"B- but that’s gonna hurt!"

Let me fill you in on some things my dear Trixie. One, if you don't do this, you will die; two, this is nothing compared to what you'll be doing later to other ponies. Now pick up the knife, and be a big filly.

Trixie gave a defeated sigh and unraveled the stinking fabric off of her leg. She immediately cringed when she saw that it now had adopted a faint purplish tinge. She then took hold of her knife with magic, and angled it towards the discolored flesh. Trixie took a deep breath and braced herself as she made the incision.

What startled Trixie most was not the lack of pain, but how easily the blade cut through her skin; like a knife through apple butter. She pulled out the knife and set it aside, noting the slimy sheen. Trixie then stopped and took a few steadying breaths.

"Wow, that wasn't as bad as I thought it would be!"

Oh you're not done yet my daughter, you still need to drain the fluids.

Eyes twitching slightly, Trixie looked at the leaking wound with the new task in mind. Alright, no problem; nice and fast, like a Sadle-Aide.

Precisely.

Trixie leaned against a tree to provide counter pressure, and brought her other fore-hoof up. Licking her chapped lips, she brought her hoof back, and thrust it into the infection. Trixie let out a terrible scream as an enormous flash of white hot pain washed over her. Her eyes remained open the entire time, and through the tears, she watched the most horrible sight she had ever encountered. The skin around the mountain of flesh cracked and split open; from within, a thick frothy paste of puss erupted. The brown of the tree bark was instantly stained a greenish yellow, and small chunks gradually started to slide down. While most of the girth was on the tree, the more fluid of the gunk just flowed down her leg. Despite it all, Trixie kept her hoof pressed into the mess, teeth grinding almost to the point of breaking.

As the flow of puss finally slowed to a red tinged dribble, Trixie staggered backwards, and fell onto her side, gasping for breath, her leg sending fresh waves of throbbing pain. What happened next is she caught a whiff of the foul poison that lay in a foamy puddle next to her; like spoiling milk. Trixie took a shuddering breath, and vomited up the pitiful meal she had eaten earlier, further adding a brown slush to the stagnant pool. She continued heaving until all that came out was bitter bile. Then, drenched in sweat and a face covered in mucus, Trixie started to crawl away.

It’s alright baby, it’s all over; mommy is so proud of you...

But Trixie didn't comprehend her mother's words. The exhaustion that had enveloped her mind finally won over, and she passed out where she lay, sinking into delirium.

......

Trixie woke up to find herself lying in a small room. As she lifted her head, the first thing she noticed was the wallpaper. It was a deep red with branches of some unknown tree extending from the floor to the ceiling. The thin twigs were in full bloom, resplendent with green leaves and white blossoms. It seemed the rest of the room shared the same color scheme; there was a large burgundy bookcase filled with old tomes, standing next to a white door with white trimmings. Trixie looked down to see an argyle rug of the same colors. The entire room felt cozy, and Trixie felt utterly at peace.

"Uuuugggh..."

The cozy feeling was officially gone. Trixie turned her head slowly to look over her shoulder. Behind her was a large bed; there was a mare tucked under a white comforter. With a twinge of unease, she noticed that the mare was a sickly pale blue, and looked like death himself.

Something was very wrong here. Trixie felt as though she should know the mysterious mare, but try as she might, her mind just drew up blanks.

Trixie stood up, further noticing with great surprise that not only did her leg no longer hurt, but that the infection was gone completely. Something was indeed very off here; the room now had adopted an uncomfortable nostalgia. She continued to survey the room, hoping to find some indication of where she was exactly. There was a window where she could some sort of large sprawling school. Her eyes stopped on a bedside table. Apart from a glass of water, there stood a picture frame, but from where Trixie stood, she couldn't make out what was on it.

She began to make her way to it, but for every step Trixie made, the table seemed to get further and further away. She picked up her pace, going to a steady trot, then an outright gallop. The room began to twist and distort, and with horror, Trixie noticed the walls were no longer just red, but were dripping blood. The mare had sat up in bed and was now facing Trixie directly. Where eyes should have been, there was only dark bloody sockets. Her mouth split into a grin, which showed rotten black teeth and large squirming maggots. The floor opened into black, and Trixie plummeted into darkness.

......

Trixie's eyes fluttered open, and she slowly took in where she was. She was back in the clearing; judging by the light shining down, it was about mid-morning. Trixie blinked the sleep from her eyes, and attempted to stand up. With a small yelp, she fell back onto her side. With an air of frustration, she noted the infection was still there, and apparently regaining its strength.

"Mother, are you still with me?"

Oh finally, you had me worried. You had passed out for an entire day my dear daughter. You sounded like you were having a pretty bad dream.

"What are you talking about; I thought you could read my mind and watch my dreams?"

I thought I could, but your mind seems to shield itself with anything regarding it. Care to tell me what it was about?

"I don't know, it's hard to remember all the details. All I know is that there was a lot of red."

Hmm, well when you're ready to tell me, I'm here for you.

Again, Trixie tried getting up; again she fell onto her side. Cursing under her breath, she thought for a moment of what to do. Her horn began glowing, and a branch was snapped off a tree and further snapped again. Using a bit of rope from her bag, Trixie fashioned a splint that would hopefully strengthen her leg. With some difficulty, and a few choice curses, she managed to stand up. The first thing she did after becoming mobile again was tie a new bandage. As she tightened it, a bit of puss leaked out, and dampened the cloth.

"I knew it would be painful, but I never expected it to be that crippling."

It may sound harsh, but I am glad you experienced it. To fully deal out death, you must first have an understanding of pain.

"Believe me, I understand that now! I however don't want to do it again."

Ahh, here is your first chance, pay close attention to your food!

Trixie turned around and immediately felt that familiar rage return. Sitting with his back to her, was a fat squirrel, gorging himself on what little food she had. Trixie snorted and kicked at the earth, not on my watch you little snot!

The rodent suddenly halted, halfway through eating a nut. With a surprised squeak, he was lifted into the air by the glowing energy that surrounded him. The squirrel was brought in front of Trixie's maddened face, and seeing the malice in those purple eyes, he began to struggle with all his fat squirrely might.

"What should I do Mother," asked Trixie in a low voice.

Well my daughter, take justice on that filthy vermin. An eye for an eye!

Trixie thought for a moment and then brought up her knife. With a quick swipe, the razor edge passed cleanly through the squirrel's neck, decapitating him. The body twitched on reflexes, and then grew still; he did not suffer. Trixie gave a satisfied nod, and released her magic. The headless squirrel dropped to the ground, and a small scarlet pool slowly formed.

No no no my naive daughter, you need to make them suffer!

"But, I don't want to cause any suffering, Justice was served."

Justice won't be fulfilled until they feel it! No matter, it was your first kill, there are still plenty of opportunities before you take out those dreaded ponies.

......

As the day went on, Trixie thought it best to find food. After scarfing down the pitiful remains that the squirrel had left, she hobbled out into the forest. As she searched, Trixie began noticing the familiar pressure building in her leg, spreading it's poison. However distracting the numbing in her leg was, she did manage to find the mother-load of all raspberry bushes. Trixie's pride had no objections, and she greedily stuffed her face, staining her lips. After drinking from a cold stream nearby, she let out a belch of satisfaction, and made her way back to the clearing.

By the time she arrived, Celestia had already begun lowering the sun, coloring the sky a rosy pink. Making her way through the demonic trees, her splint finally chose to give out. Her hoof made contact with the ground, the pressure made contact with the infection, and Trixie went down, screaming in agony. Through the haze of pain, she saw her tent just a few feet away. Mustering all she had, she began crawling, leaving a thin trail of infected blood.

This is not good; the infection has spread faster than I thought. You are going to have to lance it again my daughter.

Trixie halted in her movements, and decided the ground where she lay was good enough. She gave the infection a look of deep disgust, and couldn’t help but notice the dried crust on the tree; she shuddered from the memory.

"No Mother, not again."

If you do not, you will not live to see the next day.

"I don't care! I'd rather die than go through that pain again!"

Trixie, I will not allow you to give up so easily! You know I hate seeing you in pain, but there is no other way. Be a good filly; pick up the knife and... what was that?

Looking up, Trixie noticed what her mother was referring to. Just barely seen through the dense trees, was a hooded figure, staring at her with glowing yellow eyes. As their visions met, Trixie was struck with sudden fear. She began trying to back away, but all she managed to do, was send another jolt through her leg, even worse than before.

With the added pain building on the fear, Trixie was fading fast. She gave up and accepted her fate, staring her death in the face. As the figure reached her, she fell into oblivion.