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// Chapter Three - Crimson Blood 
// Story: Experiment 76 
// by Foxes33 
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	My heart was beating, faster and faster by the second. The ponies gasped, surprised to hear my number be called. I was flabbergasted, this day hadn't gone well at all. First I spoke, then got into a fight and now I was being called to come up and receive the cruel punishment that these ponies had received. I hesitated, but soon began to walk towards the door. Ponies stared my way, as though they recognized me. I heard hoof steps behind me, following me, by my guess, number 33. As I walked, I could feel Beast's happy gaze, I turned and saw him smiling. He was happy to see me go and get the treatment.

However my gaze drifted to behind me and I was surprised to see Shade. I slowed to be beside him, was he number 33? I didn't say a word though, I was too nervous, but soon we got to the front. I couldn't help, but to look at the big steel door where we would enter. I looked at the scientist and recognized the cruel mare from my cell. She was the one telling the guards to hurt that innocent colt. She looked like a beauty, but was really just a black hearted villain. That was how I described it at least. I couldn't help, but to glare, she was cruel. She just smiled at me, acting like she did nothing, that didn't work.

She began to lead us, not saying a word, the guards pushing us ahead. I just looked at the ground, unable to help, but think about what had happened in my cell. The crimson blood from the cuts that were given to the colt until he cried and screamed louder. It was a terrible thing to watch, but I knew it was worst for the colt. I couldn't help, but wonder if he was okay or if it was all a terrible lie. I decided to put that aside soon, it hurt too much to think about it then. I glanced over at Shade, who had his head down and wasn't saying a word.

I was guessing it was for the best. We were surrounded by guards after all, and who knows what happens if we spoke a word. I certainly didn't know, it hadn't even been a day, or had it? I wasn't sure, there was no way to tell time and we often didn't focus on time. It was always not speaking for me, but now it had all change. It didn't matter anymore, but it was still something I wanted to keep. To remember when darkness was my friend, even if it was my enemy now. I would always miss those days, but safety was no longer a real thing. I knew this as we walked down the dark corridor.

We soon came to a hallway, many doors were down it. I looked at the doors, each were large and made of iron. There was a large slot on each door and an eerie light leaking through the cracks. They reminded me almost of the cells, but they weren't. There wasn't any light in the cells, unless the door open. On the floor was dried blood, suggesting this was where bad things happen. The metallic odor lingered in the air, it was clear they didn't clean here often. I looked to my right and could see fresh blood oozing under a large iron door. I already knew it had to be number 88's blood. He was never coming back.

Drag marks were scraped in the blood in large stretched to the door at the end. The handle of it was bloody and that whole area a complete mess. Worst then everything I had seen to far. The crimson red blood seem to shine on it, making all the much more horrifying. I kept walking, but got pushed towards another room in a matter of seconds.

"You two will be in different rooms. Get a move on." The guard explained, pushing me towards a different room.

The mare scientist opened the door, revealing a tiny light bulb, large steel tables and an examination table. The walls and floors were covered with dried blood, but the tools and tables looked clean. It was clear that they didn't care about the terrible smell and bloody walls and floors. My eyes scanned the room, looking at everything and thinking of its uses. It was a painful thing to think about, to even look at. I could just imagine the terrified shrieks of the poor ponies who came to their fate like number 88. It made my stomach twist into knots. The mere thought making me feel sick, but I relaxed and let it pass.

However my stomach still hurt, but I already knew they wouldn't care if I was sick or not. The Silencers never cared, we all knew it too. They had black twisted hearts, that was how they did this. They think that our lives our worth these petty tests. I didn't think life was worthless, but it was pain because we were trapped here. The female scientist was watching me and I could feel her eyes burn into the back of my skin.

"Please sit down number 76. We need to begin." She said in a soothing and friendly voice.

I glanced back, looking at the guards. I had maybe defeated Beast, but I stood no chance against guards who were trained to kill. I could only glare at them, wishing I could get past and escape, but what about my allies? I couldn't leave them anyways, they were needed if I was going to get out here and remain alive. I wasn't sure how much they knew about the world outside, but I knew less then they did. I had been in that cell for two years, I knew how long that was and it was a long time. My eyes soften and I just did as I was told and got onto the examination table. I could have been bold and snapped, but this was different, a lot different.

I was trying to gain allies to stay safe and not all the ponies there were strong. Here I would be facing large guards with more power then anything I had seen yet. So I was force to sit on the table and take whatever they were going to do to me. I laid quietly on the hard examination table. I wished not to be here, but now I was, and quite early I believe. I knew that this was just one part of my unfortunate fate, and this is how it would be. I watched as the female scientist looked at her papers and equipment. Holding her light brown clipboard with her magic. I squinted trying to see the writing, but it was being moved around too much. I watched as she looked at the tools then the clipboard, and back and forth.

It was terrible not to know, but I knew it would be worst to know. So I released a sigh and looked at my front hooves. I waited until I heard the sound of hooves on the tile floor. It grew in noise and I turned to see the scientist smiling at me. I just scowled and looked back down at my hooves.

"Bitter are we? I was hoping you would be more open now." She sighed, still smiling.

I didn't reply, just looked up briefly, then back to my hooves. I heard her release a frustrated sigh, and go back towards the silvery table. I no longer watched and just lowered my head to my hooves and quietly waited for the cruel punishment to be accomplished. I didn't want to be there more then I had to. I heard the scientist walk back, a disappointed look on her face as she came closer and closer. I glanced up and saw a sharp silvery sliver with a glass container. I knew what it was, it was some sort of needle. I was somewhat frightened of it, I didn't know what was in the needle, but I knew I couldn't crack underneath the pressure, so I calmed and looked away.

The silver tip drew closer to my shoulder. Even though it wasn't touching me, yet I could sense it there and it made me nervous. I wanted to wince, but I just laid there, trying to pretend it didn't exist. When it was injected it felt like a thin icy finger going into my skin. I didn't dare watch, but I knew she was smiling in a twisted and evil way. I didn't know if it was still there, until I heard a slight ting on the metal tray. My head turned and I realized that they weren't done when I saw the red liquid in the glass tube. I already knew it was my blood, clearly in case of emergency. I already knew the twisted fate that I would face, perhaps not yet, but one day.

There was no escape from this evil and corrupted place, and I already knew. I wished to run, but my legs felt like heavy slabs of stone. I tried to be brave, but when it is hopeless, it was hard to look for it. My stomach twisted in a series of knots, and my mouth felt as though I was going to gag. It had hardly began and I was already feeling sick to my stomach. My face was hot with nervous, as I saw another needle through the corner of my eye. Its silver tip shown in the dim light of the room. There was no longer talking, yet I wished I had stalled for just a little bit, to feel myself without fear.

To feel how happy I had made my friends by beating Beast, but that was over. My glory had faded and now I could possibly be in trouble, others wanting to get me for being in the quiet for so long.  Out of the corner of my eyes I could see the slight glint from the silver tip of the needle, and the greenish liquid that hovered inside of it. I wanted to pull away from the sharp tip drawing closer to my skin, but it would be futile with the guards nearby. My struggle would be a complete waste and might infuriate the Silencers. So I stood quietly and felt the thin cold needle enter my skin.

Soon the weird liquid was injected and they smiled, at though they already knew of the bad things to happen. Soon the female scientist went over and talked with the guards. I pricked my ears, trying to listen in, but their voices were far too hushed. Soon she turned to me, with the same charming smile on her face. It almost was like one a mother would give to a child to encourage them.

"Listen, if you want to talk, you can think about it. We need to know how to get more of you to speak. If you talk, you won't get as much punishment as the others, if not, perhaps worse." She explained, her eyes watching my every move.

I just waited and looked at my hooves, feeling her eyes on my pelt.

"We will leave, but the door is locked, so enjoy." She laughed menacingly.

With that she left through the steel door, the guards following close behind. They looked back at me and glared, I didn't meet it. I wasn't picking fights to help potential allies, I wanted to figure out what was going on. I slid off the table and gentle stepped onto the white floor. My eyes looked around, and towards the door. I saw light grey shadows and knew the guards were there. I knew I would have to be quiet. My ears stayed pricked and I looked around, my wings slightly out for a quick get away to the table. My eyes drifted across stakes of paper, but one caught my eye.

I saw certain words and returned to it, I began to read it. The words were horrifying and I knew, the others had to know.