Sadism and Mystery

Dustin was wary as he walked along in the pitch darkness. It was as if this hallway had no end, and that he would never find Fluttershy. All of a sudden, he saw the faintest hint of light. A slim line, like a door cracked open. he made his way toward it, and peered through.

It was a dimly lit old-looking study with bookcases lining every wall, and a desk in the center of the room. There was a little girl standing in the middle of the room, staring up at something. Dustin moved a bit to get a better view, and his eyes widened at what he saw.

There was a woman standing on top of the desk, a rope around her neck. The other end was tied to a beam crossing in the ceiling. She looked down at the little girl, with an apologetic look in her eyes, as she secured the rope around her neck. Then, with one swift movement, she knocked her legs from under herself, catching her neck with the rope,and snapping it, killing her instantly. The little girl looked up at her mother, confusion sweeping over her face.

"Mommy? Mommy, wake up. I need you to go away from daddy with me." She tugged on her mother's nightgown, as if she could wake her up. "Mommy?" The little girl's eyes welled up with tears as she realized her mother wasn't going to wake up. Ever. She went to the corner of the study and sat down, starting to cry. After that, the scene began to grow hazy,changing as a fog-like mist obscured Dustin's vision. When it cleared, it was pure white everywhere, the only thing visible in the empty space being a door a few feet across from where he stood. He stepped over the threshold and crossed to the other door. As he reached for the handle, he heard a soft scuttling sound that echoed through the room menacingly.

Fluttershy coughed and coughed until she threw everything up. Still, she couldn't get the taste of him out of her mouth. She had been violated. Again. She lay there, helpless as the man rubbed and prodded the most sensitive of her areas. Her face was covered in white sticky juices as the memory of her father continued to molest and rape her, occasionally returning to beating her again and again. Her whole body ached, her will to fight back was gone. She had given up. Just like she had when he was alive. She let him do his thing, like it was no big deal, believing that this was punishment for killing all those innocent people. Karmic revenge, some would say. The universe getting even. Too bad she would never see Dustin again. She really did like him. But now, she was doomed to an eternal hell, just like the voice that had spoken to her in the cave had said, right before she blacked out.

She tensed as she felt her father enter her nether region, feeling his member throb as it slowly made its way into her. She hated that feeling, despised it with a loathing that only the devil could have created. She grew rampant, gaining back her will to fight, and taking it further, losing control as her head swam and her vision faded away...

Dustin looked up into the face of a beautiful woman. Her eyes gleamed with love, giving off the kind of vibe only a mother could give. Too bad this face was attached to one of the most hideous creatures Dustin had ever seen. It looked like a centipede, very large, nearly seventeen times his size. its legs were clicking as it examined its prey, hungrily and impatiently trying to decide how it should kill him. It hadn't eaten since its master's last kill, and it was starving. Dusting looked right at it, horrified. There was something even more frightening than Alucard? Inside Fluttershy's mind, of all things, where it had the advantage. He tensed as he readied himself for the fight of a lifetime. Suddenly, the monster reared back, giving a loud shrieking wail, and dove toward him. He dodged out of the way, just in time as the creature crushed into the spot just where he had been standing, turning the spot into a pile of white rubble. This monster truly was the most powerful thing he had ever faced. His only hope was to get through that door. There was no way in hell he could possibly beat that thing! If there was anything he could do, he would, but...

"Hey buttface!" He yelled, taunting the creature. "Come and get me!" It rushed toward him with such speed, he barely had enough time to jump up. He landed on the monster's head,
and ran the length of its spine. He jumped off it, right before he got to the door. As he swung it open, he felt a sharp pain in his side. He looked down to see one of the creature's spindly legs had been shot art him, and pierced his side, going all the way through. it was a flesh wound, but it was still enough to slow him down. The creature darted for him, and he just barely got the door shut in time to save his own life. He wrenched the leg free from his side, and, using magic, cauterized the wound shut. He sat there in a room that looked like a basement, panting, not wanting to move. Was this what hell was like? Or was it worse? And what exactly was that thing? At least he knew he could still use magic here. He muttered some words in the ancient language, and a sword materialized from the floor. He weighted it, and, satisfied, attached it to his hip.
He made his way out of the basement, making his way through a winding maze of rooms,
each one the same as the last; a bed in one corner with a bible on the pillows. There was a cross on the walls above the beds turned upside down, a bookcase with no books across from the bed. A lamp lit each and every identical room, as if the memory was stuck on replay.
He made his way to the end of the hall and opened the last door. As soon as it cracked open,the smell of rotting flesh swept through the hallway. He stepped through the door, keeping his nose looked around, very disturbed by what he saw.

Blood everywhere. There was nobody left alive. Dead bodies littered the ground.
He seemed to be at some kind of amusement park. It was night, and Dustin couldn't see beyond the fences surrounding. Floodlights were on to light the walkways, but it was a dim glow. A slight humming sound drew his attention to a chained down cage twenty feet away. Though the smell was almost unbearable, he pressed on. Peering through the front part of the cage, Dustin realized the humming was being made by countless thousands of flies swarming around a half-rotten corpse. he nearly burst out laughing. Was this her nightmare, or his dream? He almost couldn't tell. 'i have to find Fluttershy before it's too late.' the voice rang out clear in his mind. He wanted to stay so badly, but he couldn't. The fate of his life rested on him finding and saving her.
he turned away, heading toward a map across from the brick walkway. Then he turned and headed for the entrance to the amusement park. As he walked past a carousel with half-rotten wooden ponies,
he heard a noise. Expecting the centipede-lady-face-thing, he quickly drew the sword from its sheath at his hip.
heavy breathing seemed to be coming from behind the post in the middle of the carousel. He slowly crept around it, and was surprised to find that it was a little girl. She had bright pink hair, and a catholic school girl's uniform on. He white shirt was drenched in blood, and she was holding a knife.
"Little girl?" He said warily. "Are you okay?" She looked up at him, her face speckled with blood, tears in her eyes.
"It was an accident, I swear, I didn't mean to! I tried to stop, but the voices wouldn't let me!
I was so scared. I don't know what to do!" She sat her head back down, and cried some more. Dustin slowly, cautiously, reached out and took the knife away. "Shh, shh, it's alright. Nobody blames you." He knelt down and pulled her into a big hug, which she returned. he could feel the blood seeping into his own clothes, but that was okay. Right now, he just wanted to comfort her. "What's your name, honey?"
"F-f-fluttershy..." she managed to get out through sniffles. He rubbed her back to further comfort her, knowing it was useless, because it was just a memory, a small piece of fluttershy, that existed only in the darkest recesses of her mind.
"I'm Dustin," he said. "I'm here to help you."
"Are you gonna let us out?" A confused expression crossed Dustin's face, and slowly, brought the small child to arm's length. Then stumbled back. She had turned from beautiful little girl to disfigured half-rotten moving corpse in just a matter of seconds. He drew his sword, and put it up in a defensive stance. All of a sudden, the ride started moving, a warped tune played as if half forgotten, yet still there out of stubbornness. Muffled whinnies came from the wooden ponies, who began bobbing up and down. "Come on," she spoke once more, her voice mixed in with those of many others, seemingly echoing, like a large riot crowd speaking in unison. "We just want out, just for a little bit." She had the knife again, and was moving toward him slowly. He hesitated,
Not wanting to slice up Fluttershy's younger self, but wanting to destroy this "thing" in front of him.
This thing was not human, and had no right being here.