Preview of Chapter Seven · 12:41pm Aug 17th, 2012

Howdy all! So, the new chapter is almost ready for print! Just need a few minor edits to make it all purdy 'n stuff.

BUT!!

A little teaser for it. Just to make sure I've hooked you.

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The cold, metallic floor clicked under Twilight’s hooves as she set down, instantly crouching down. A rank stench of ammonia and bleach hit her, causing her to snuffle and wipe her nose. Looking around, Twilight was struck by the sterility of the morgue; it was immaculate, shelves along the walls neatly organized with medical instruments and supplies of all kinds. Along the far left wall, rows of pony-sized metal doors were set into the wall, each with a tiny placard bearing a pony’s name, age, and race. She shivered at the thought.
Across the room a door with a small window was closed. Staying crouched, Bentgrass crept over and slowly peeked over into the window. After a moment, he snuck back to Twilight. “Doctor Well’s office. He appears to be quite engaged. Over there,” he said, pointing to a pair of slabs standing in the middle of the room. Upon both there was a white sheet with small stains of red covering roughly pony-shaped lumps. Twilight gulped hard.
Keeping a steady eye on the door to the doctor’s office, Bentgrass walked over to the first slab, Twilight trailing behind. He reached a hoof to the sheet on the first slab, looking underneath it. A quiet gasp came from him, causing Twilight’s knees to shake. How bad could it be if it shocks him?
Slowly, Bentgrass lowered the sheet, looking over his shoulder at Twilight. “Ms. Sparkle, I believe it would be best if you stood by the wall.”
“I can handle it,” she said, though the tremble in her voice made her doubt even herself.
“Twilight, this is... quite gruesome.”
“Bentgrass, we don’t have time for this!”
He sighed. “Very well, Ms. Sparkle.” With that, he took a clean corner of the sheet in his mouth and yanked it away. Twilight had to stifle a scream.
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