//------------------------------// // Resist (1/13/2017) // Story: A Pony a Day // by OfTheIronwilled //------------------------------// The cell was cold and hard. The crystal below her was harsh and cutting, a clear glass-like gem with harsh edges and a messy red stain forever caught in the cracks. It scratched her raw skin and stabbed into the still-bleeding cuts littered all over her body. It didn't matter. Underneath her cyan fur, her pink skin throbbed with a dull ache, and was dyed with heavy purple and blue bruises. It hurt to breathe, like hot knives rattling around in her lungs and eviscerating her tight dry throat. Whenever she moved her muscles would scream at her; then again, she couldn't move much, not with the strangling cold touch of the heavy chains wrapped around her itchy hooves. It didn't matter. Her left wing, the metal gleaming even in the dark, was a shattered mess. Mangled bits of metal hung off of it by dripping threads; tiny sparks popped off inside of it, a mixture of technology and magic that hissed at her side and turned that side of her torso into a constant thrum of energy. It twitched on its own, the hinges screaming in protest, and when it spasmed too wildly, the metal plates would shift and dig scabbing trenches into her withers. Her right wing was numb. Just completely numb. She couldn't move it, couldn't feel it, and it simply splayed out beside her in an oozing puddle. It didn't matter. Because those crystal ponies outside of this room didn't know who they were dealing with. So they beat her up and threw her in a cold room. So they broke her wings and tied her up. Big deal. What? Did they expect her to just go belly up and suddenly surrender, to sell out all her friends and family? She was Rainbow Dash, and she wasn't going to give up any of that. Not for anything. And if those ponies out there thought she would? Rainbow Dash shivered. She gulped and coughed around the pain. Sombra and his whole army could kiss her flank, for all she cared.