The Art of Magic: Infamy of the Facility

by Rarity Belle

Chapter 7

 
Days must have gone by as all the mares and stallions in the holding cell looked like nothing. Trixie had unleashed a mental war on them. Which was one of her strongest points. Saying that something horrible would be happening, but it doesn't. It slowly made the ponies go crazy. But Sweetie and Twinkle managed to keep their sanity and just waited for it to happen like the rest.

They had made up some plans, plans for a main escape. Though they weren't stupid. They also thought of a back-up plan in case something went wrong.  It was only the wait that was almost killing them. “Do you think they will ever get us out of here?” asked Twinkle in a whispering tone.

“They have too, otherwise we made the plan for nothing,” whispered Sweetie in return.

When somepony spoke over the devil, he would appear. That was how the saying went and in their case it was true. For two masked stallions appeared on top of the catwalk and they tied up all the ponies in the cell. They made sure that their horns were restrained and thus cut off from the use of magic. The stallions forced the ponies to walk with them and were brought to –as Sweetie and Twinkle dubbed it– the death-Floor.

 
The stallions guided them to a machine that was covered in dried up blood and a conveyor belt that went into it. Sweetie took a look at the ceiling only to see the many tubes hanging but noticed a window with a figure she didn't want to be reminded of behind it. One of the stallions pulled a lever and under a loud and terrifying sound the machine was turned on, the ponies shivered once in true fear as they knew their end was nigh.

Sweetie looked to Twinkle who nodded. They knew it was almost time to set their plan into motion. But before they could do anything, Twilight and Trixie entered the floor and both smiled in delight as they saw the new group of ponies.

A smirk appeared on Trixie’s face as spoke up. “What you see here, unworthies, is the machine in which we do the most of it. It works faster than the original ways, yet it does the same. Now, the best part comes for Trixie, choosing who goes first...” She scanned all the mares and stallions before pointing a hoof to one. “Her, place her in front, she is the first one to go.”

Sweetie could only hope she wasn't talking about Twinkle and her wish was granted. For the stallions got a hold of the young mare next to Twinkle. They placed the poor mare on the belt, locked her securely onto it before looking up. Up to the window which lead to Rarity’s office. She stood there and gave a simple nod with her head. One of the masked stallions nodded as well. He then charged up his horn, letting a control pad appear and pushed a button which caused the mare to disappear into the machine.

The young mare screamed as she entered. but the longer she stayed in, the less the screams became and in the tubes above the machine a red and transparent liquid could be seen. All of them knew more than enough. It was certain what happened to her as they held a small moment in silence.

But the sound of bones being crushed disrupted the silence as both Trixie and Twilight started to laugh in a dark manner. “Do I even have to explain what happens here? It is all just so obvious,” said Twilight with an evil joy audible in her voice.

Rarity turned her attention to the chimney. After a small amount of time did it got filled up with magic created from the first mare. Its light illuminated her office. The purple liquid shone through her office and through the window. It lit up a small part of the floor with its haunting light. “I love my job,” said Rarity before the bolt was shot away under an evil smile.

 
More ponies were placed on the belt as they were picked by both Trixie and Twilight who just pointed in random. And out of all of them was magic created. None of them would be spared nor shown mercy to. Rarity stood there in her office with a grin as the magic shot through the chimney up in the skies. It was one of the greatest delights that she had.

In the end were there only four ponies left, under whom both Sweetie and Twinkle. The turn was up to Twilight as she pointed her hoof to a mare. “Her.” Sweetie followed the hoof and ended up by Twinkle. The guards got a hold of the blueberry coated mare and set her on the belt. Securing her in place as one of the stallions walked back to push the button.

It is now or never, was all that Sweetie could think of. Even though her horn was restrained, she still had to try it. The young mare concentrated herself once again biting her lower lip and against all odds there came a sphere of green magic over her horn. Twilight and Trixie both took a step back in utter surprise at this sight. They didn’t dare to believe that such a thing was even possible.

And then, against all the odds, did Sweetie release a blast of pure magic. The young mare turned her head all over the floor in order to knock everypony who stood next there, back. Not to mention that she damaged the machine so badly, that Twinkle was automatically released. The events made Rarity furious when she saw them. She jumped through the window without thought.

The mare landed on the ground which shattered on her impact and looked at her sister with her a eyes ready to kill. “And now, you can, do it! Too bad, it is too late, Sweetie! Blast or not, you will die, right here, today. By my hooves!” spoke Rarity in utter anger and sheer insanity.

Sweetie and Twinkle began to run for their lives the moment the mare landed, only to be followed by a crazed Rarity who was out for blood. “Trixie, Twilight, guards, make sure nopony else escapes. Kill them all if you have to! Nopony leaves the Facility! And inspect the device!”

The mares began to do their jobs as ordered as the guard took a look at the machine, trying to fix it. “If that thing breaks down, we are bucked, Trix. And then it is us who are next in line,” said Twilight before she inspected the damage.

“Shut up and come with Trixie, we need to see how the others are doing,” the other mare said before she galloped down to the holding cells.

 
Sweetie and Twinkle ran all over the Facility. As much as their plan was well thought out, they still didn't know the routes to go. They came across other holding cells where unworthy unicorns were kept and they even came in the boiler rooms where it smelled like death’s lair. Strangely enough, nopony other than Rarity was seen. Who was still chasing them, out for their blood.

“Sweetie Belle!” she yelled while she charged up her horn. But instead of her blue aura, even she had a blood red aura around her horn. Soon enough a blood red orb appeared above it. Not much later the galloping mare released a powerful beam in the direction of Sweetie and Twinkle.

The two feared for their lives and split up. They galloped against the wall as the blast passed them, but there was no time for victory as Rarity charged up her horn once again. Releasing more and more powerful blasts which would drain a normal unicorn empty but these blasts kept coming. Rarity didn't got tired whatsoever as her eyes would and should see their blood covered on the floor.

The young mares had the small advantage of being smaller and thus more maneuverable in the tight corners. Twinkle noticed an open door and signaled it to Sweetie. They began to gallop toward it as fast as they could. Twinkle spurted through it and waited for Sweetie to pass before she pushed the door shut and locked it.

They took a small moment to catch up their breath before they noticed they were on yet another catwalk. Beneath them were more ponies held prisoner. They looked down to the floor as some of the captives looked up in surprise. Sweetie and Twinkle didn't had much choice but to jump down. Which is what they did.

They landed on the ground before the sound of bones shattering could be heard. They both sank in a little bit through their hooves, obviously broken their legs. They looked at the ponies in the cell and their eyes told enough to convince them to hide the two. All the ponies in the cell walked up to them before they curled up among them making it look like they were all asleep. The created mass of curled up ponies hid both Sweetie and Twinkle very well. But both were praying for their lives.