Execration: The Guest (###Classified Unreleased Chapter###) · 2:17am Sep 28th, 2014
Sweetie Belle and I ran as fast as we could through the sewers, our feet submerged in the murky depths of the water, but our bodies warmthed by the adrelaline of fear filtering our veins. We could hear those crazies, their approaching choirs of maddening rage, each singing a chorus to how they were going to kill us. We had to hurry, we had to get out now. This was not supposed to be like this. As I gripped, Sweetie's palm, I could hear still crying, panicking under her laboring breath as we proceeded through the darkness with only a dimmed flashlight to lead us through this cold ominous path to whatever hell resided beyond its throat. We had to stick together, we had to keep it together, and there was no time for crying.
"Why...why are they doing this?" Sweetie wailed softly, feeling nearly broken as I was as she almost lost the will to run and let death hold her down for its hounds to sink their vicious teeth into her frail skin.
"Look, we don't have time for this, I...look we're almost out. I think I can see an exit ahead! Hurry!" I encouraged, but I knew deep down she was struggling to. So we persisted onward, and made it to the end of this sewer's throat only to find ourself before a ladder leading up. I could still hear those crazies, how they were still persisting after us. "Hurry, climb." I told Sweetie Belle, who grabbed the bars and proceeded up. I made sure to look after her as she slowly climbed up, feeling still weak from the horrific event we've encountered, the tales of pain and disgust that presented itself before us.
When Sweetie Belle was up, I climbed next, and heading up beneath her as she pushed against a wooden door. She pushed harder, but sadly it did not bulge, causing a panic to spur as she pushed harder to the point she was hitting it with her fists, demanding it open up for her.
"Shit, they're getting closer." I panicked, listening close below as the crazies' voices gotten closer and closer. I moved upward and squeezed against Sweetie Belle, assisting her as we continue to hit the wooden door that blocked us from proceeding out of this hellish pit. But it was impossible to work with, almost as if something was upon it, preventing us from even making it shake.
"COME ON! COME ON!" Sweetie yelled, tears streaming down her cheeks as her fist began to bleed. The panic was increasing and the crazies were just now here shouting out their incoherent words of sadistic language as we started hitting harder and harder praying it open for us to get out.
And then it opened, wide, blinding us by a bright light to which Sweetie and I shielded our eyes before feeling a rough hand grip my collar and lifting me out. When we were out, the door shut close and we were dropped to the ground; both panting in terror that we made it out and watching the stranger that saved us push a dresser over the door. But when she turned around, my heart sank and Sweetie Belle was lost of words, we weren't facing a stranger, we were facing Rarity; The Maiden.
"Just look at you two, dirty and unkempt, and here I thought you wanted to come to the wedding." She said, as I seen those scars on her exposed skin, as she worn that tight black lingerie.
(Here's a project of Execration I am working on next to the Sequel to the first one)
