Just like every other year before; the seasons changed and the apples grew. Not much had changed, Applejack was bucking apples, and Apple Bloom followed suit. Macintosh did his daily works and bucked a few trees from himself. Early spring held the sweetest apples known to all of Equestria; nothing could match them, not even pure sugar cane extract. The apples ranged in their normal colors; red, yellow, and green the most beautiful colors in the trees on the hills. Fillies and colts alike played in the trees and ate apples; with permission of course.
Lately the supply of red apples had dropped and the kids stopped coming to the acres. Being powered by the joy of children, Macintosh’s work had nearly stopped into a stand still. Every other pony in the family just worked as they usually did. After a week or so many days, the younger stallion started to stay in, not even thinking of what the others would say. He missed the company of the kids, and all their smiles. His depression continued to infest the rest of the household, making them worry.
They didn’t mind him too much, he always got like this when somepony left his life, even when mother passed away, he didn’t buck apples for a year.
Applejack got Twilight to try and talk to him but he would always refuse their help; he even refused Fluttershy’s visit; every pony got rejected, even Discord.
After a while of not working, Applejack decided it was time to do it. It was the only way to get him back to his old, good working self. Applejack, called Macintosh into the room.
“Hey big brother! Do you want to get the kids back?”
Macintosh pushed his head out of the open door, “How can we get them back? They have all left, and a month has passed. They’ve forgot all about us.”
Applejack contradicted, “But we can... You just have to trust me. You trust me right?”
He shook his head, “I guess so. How do we-,” Applejack pushed her hoof against his mouth.
“I’ll tell you when we get there. Ya comin’ partner?” She turned and started to walk out the door, into the world.
Macintosh followed her: she didn’t seem to know where she was going, she just bobbed in and out every tree, she even walked in the mud puddles, not like she wasn’t used to it.
Applejack continued to walk for hours on end, the sun even started to fall. They were at the edge of the acres, and the only thing left was a wilted tree, and a beaten up shed. His mind started to drift, and started to worry once more, the whole plot was to just get him out of the house for once in awhile.
Just as he started to turn around, Applejack called out a few relieving words, “We’re here!”
Macintosh looked around and started to the wilted tree, it was a weeping willow, dried up and infested with cavities: he touched the tree with his hoof and the trees bark caved in, releasing a swarm of angry baby spiders, they started to scurry around the tree and found new homes in the bark and crevices. Macintosh watched as they feared for their lives at his gentle touch, He turned around to yell at AJ, but didn’t have the heart to: he lowered his head and started to walk back to the farm house.
Applejack stopped him with a swift hooves to the chest, displacing him on his flank. Applejack looked into his eyes and pointed to the edge of the property, the old wooden shed, AJ helped him gain his composure and escorted him to the door.
The hinges creaked and released dust with every movement, the door lead to a stairwell, a very long dark stairwell. Applejack pushed him aside and struck a match on the wall and the match lit the area, showing a lot of graffiti on the walls. AJ placed the match on a lantern: it burned with the fierceness of the girl herself, she started to go downstairs: Macintosh followed her down.
As they walked down ward, the graffiti got worst and worst: the walls had been painted over at the lower section of the stairs, but wasn’t too nice a color. The bottom of the stairs were reached in the hour. At the bottom of the shaft the floor was stained violently,the dirt floor was wet and covered in apples; all red!
He was about to collect some, but Applejack pulled him away and to a door and ,unlike the others, it had a window and iron rods in the front.
She started to announce, “Big brother, this is how we shall get more red apples.”
She flung the door open, a filly, a unicorn, was lying on the floor with bruises and lacerations all over; he remembered her face. Her horn was missing and blood run down her face, she looked at the door and walked away from it.
Macintosh was in an uproar, “What the hell is this!? Why is this filly in here?! If this was any of your doing I swear i will-,”
A sharp pain struck him in the head and knocked him out.
Applejack walked around his body and closed the door, she said, “Next time, if you try to escape, you will die.”
She laughed and started to drag the lifeless body into another room and started to prep for the extraction.
When Big Macintosh started to regain his consciousness, he saw that was held above the floor by a few hooves.
The ground was in front of him on it, along with more red paint and a bucket filled with blood.
He started to panic and toss himself around but the restraints held him back with all their durability.
In front of his hooves rested a iron maiden type set up: the metal spikes lying around his hooves holding them in place. He waited patiently as no pony entered the room, tears started to run down his face and into the puddle as he thought about that poor girl that was in the cage.
A door in the room opened, he couldn’t see anything. He started to scurry and get attention. as he expected, the pony or what ever started to lift the metal device of torture up. as the table ross, the hoofs of an orange mare became visible, only then he recognized who it was and as the table started to rose more, he saw her face.
In her hooves a whip lined with dragon scales. The handle had a small spike on the end, stained with blood and rust.
Macintosh said the first words, very vulgar words, “You sick son of a bitch, what the hell is wron-”
A sharp pain struck his chest. another moment passed and it struck once more. Eight more strikes on his chest and legs, they left scratches all over him.
Applejack started to smile, “For every word, one strike...got that big boy?”
He replied once more, “No you piece of shit, I don’t-”
She struck him 7 more times, hitting harder than before, ripping fur off.
She started to mock him “So i didn’t hear you. Could you say it louder? Or maybe not at all?” she was toying with him once more.
He replied “I promise I will get out of this and end you; once for me and for that girl. I swa-.”
The whip cracked once more, this time faster and more fluently, ripping more of his red fur off and ripping off the skin layer.
Macintosh stopped speaking, and just did nothing, only when he stopped talking Applejack approached him and whispered into his ear,
“I killed the girl, hope you don’t mind.”
She laughed mockingly, and Macintosh flailed around some more, screaming and hollering, trying to break the strap over his chest.
Applejack started to walk to a area behind him, she was tinkering with something, when she reappeared, she had the whip's handle but it was missing the length, underneath her was a long strand of leather and metal bearing: she screwed in the attachment, and rose it to her side.
Once more she lashed out on Macintosh’s body, breaking his bones and cutting into him: a steady trail of blood ran down from his rib cage and onto the floor, tears filled his eyes as the blood drained from his body.
Applejack grabbed a needle and started to collect the blood. She opened a wall cabinet and pulled out a couple of apples and a paint brush; the apples were green and yellow, just like the rest, then she started to paint the apple with the blood, covering every aspect of them.
The apples got covered in the red body fluid, and sparkled like a red apple would.
Applejack was becoming impatient and wanted to have more fun, she started to think of new ways to torture him, with as much pleasure as possible.
After an hour of contemplating, she decided. It had been a while since she could have a very electric time with her brother, even if now it was unconventional.
Applejack slapped his face, “Get up, we are going to have some fun. You always liked fun, right? Just like good old times.”
He lifted her head, “What old times? I never got hurt in the old times.”
Applejack had no sympathy, “Too bad, short story, I’m going to shock you.”
Macintosh smiled, “Hehe, you were never one for creativity. Give the girl two bits for coming up with that.”
Applejack walked behind the table once more, this time she came back with no surprise: an electric plug and a power box.
She smiled wildly as she connected to the hoof restraints, she walked over to the power box, and connected the wires, then she looked at him and flipped the switch.
10000 volts of electricity surged through his hooves and into his appendages, causing them to spaz uncontrollably, entering the spiked restrains deeper.
Sadly she had to stop. A dead body couldn’t produce blood. Reluctantly she shut it off: his body jolted after the pulse was interrupted, more blood ran down his body, some from his hooves and some from his nose.
The more blood that collected in the floor the more excited she got, she would even do the unspeakable.
Applejack contemplated on what to do next, nothing was really planned, she did everything on the moment.
She wanted to get him in a way she never had before; she started to think of all the she could do, even if it was sexual. She started to think about all the actions committed on the foals : smashing their horns in and ripping their wings off.
Ahhh the memories. Even drowning them in bodily her fluids was fun for a while.
Good old times.
She had no other choice but to ask him, “Sooooo, I’m out of options for fun, what do you want me to do to you? Entirely your choice.”
He was a bit dazed and confused, “Just let me die already. Kill me. I have already fail myself. stab me with a knife.”
She was a bit surprised, normally they would ask to be set free, “Okay I’ll miss you the entire time.”
Applejack grabbed Macintosh’s head and brought it close to hers. she softly kissed his cheek.
Like she was asked, she plunged the knife in him. She left short after, crying, carrying the apples with her, she was crying softly, she had to do it, for all the kids.
Macintosh waited for his little demon to leave and started to escape. He started to rip his hooves out of the death trap, he ripped his hooves across the center lines, his hooves fell to his side and remained next to him while the bloodbath grew in size.
He wait for his strength to come back to him before removing the leather belt from his chest because underneath it laid the smashed ribs from the iron whip.
His body fell face first into the puddle of blood, his hind legs broke under the immense pressure, and the knife entered deeper :he howled in pain, rolled over and ripped it out of his chest, throwing it across the room. He saw a door, and started to drag his body across the floor,inching his way to the surface, his craw was long and meaningless : by now Applejack would have left the area.
Macintosh dragged his body out of the stairwell and into the light. The playful sounds of children echoed over the distance.
He started to inch his way to the sounds. While trying to get to the kids to stop them, his hind right hoof got caught in the willow’s dried root. It grabbed his hoof and started to drag him back, he kept in the same spot. he struggled, and started to rip the flesh of his bone, leaving a trail of flesh, and blood. He proceeded to push his way to the sounds of the kids, he didn’t want to let them to suffer the same as he did. He didn’t want them to eat the false apples from that dastardly hell hole.
An hour passed and the kids cheer left the air. The acres grew silent, and Macintosh gave up. if he got to the house Applejack would just do the same. if he didn’t then he would never have the chance to help get the sly bitch off the streets of Ponyville and stop ant more of this.
With his last strength he pushed up the hill, trying to make his way down the hill. he reached the top of the hill to a sight. the small beaten pony from before wait at the bottom of the hill with the police and an ambulance. Applejack was shot on the side of the apple family house. The girl saw Macintosh and started to run up to him. she rejoined him half way. a smile on their faces.
The girl hugged Macintosh, “I’m sorry. I should have escaped earlier. I should have stopped her earlier. I’m sorry.” tears ran down her small face.
Macintosh smiled and kissed her forehead, “I’ll...missed you, Silver notes.....thanks for coming...back.”
Tears ran down their faces, the two had a joyous reunion, but it didn’t last long. Macintosh died short after the kiss. His heart stopped beating. the medical department couldn’t help. Even if he was alive, he would die from blunt force trauma. every pony was sad, and depressed, every pony in equestria attended the funeral for the many dead ponies. Applejack, the element of honesty, was replaced by one little filly, Silver Notes. She wanted to make it up to Macintosh for the last family that she lay to rest.
Applejack wrote a note for when she was stopped,
Dear friends,
I’m sorry for this; i wish i could tell ya the truth; but it means nothing anymore.The truth hurts by a lie is worst, so, i only wanted to make every pony happy. I will never see you again, I hope...Hell is where I’ll be.
Sincerely, Applejack.
P.S. please don’t visit me.
Author's Note
for a fic made in 1 day, more like 7 hours i think i did prity well. if i am not original with this idea then tell me so i can know and read the one i alegidly coppyed from. so ya, he is my darkest fic in a while
i promissed i would make a fic a week. and here one if.
if you could give constructive critacisum and spread the word of this. please. it would please me very much to het more views than "spike's heart problem" so please help me d it.
and any questons?
