“You’d havta be crazy to run a place like this.” Rainbow Dash thought to herself, “but aren’t we all crazy as soon as we step up to the board to take that flight test? Not me though.” She chuckled quietly to herself. “I’m to awesome. Then again… if I were so awesome…wouldn’t I be able to find the courage to shut this place down? Instead of dragging all these hopeless failures to their doom?
“They thought I could get the Sonic Rain-boom to work, but all it did was make us get behind in quota…and nearly kill me.” She looked down at the floor of the room she was in. Her rosy orbs falling upon all the failed students of flight school. “They have no hope…to bad they don’t know that.” she smiled a little as her eyes danced from face to face. “Still no Scootaloo. Good. She’s to awesome for THIS shit. Dunno why I’m worried anyway, only the best pony ever taught her all the moves she needs to pass that bastard of a test. I bet she’s as good as me…heh…heh…kinda.”
she moved slightly to get more comfortable on the little cushion she had stolen from the employee’s lounge. The spot where she laid overlooked the entire room, except for the cat walk that was another ten feet up from her metallic outcropping.
A door slid open, and then back closed, causing Rainbow to look at the stage with more eagerness. A large pony walked out into the middle of the area overlooking a pit full of teenage fillies and colts. Behind him stood six monolithic vats with a manifold above them that fed to a machine with a singular gaping maw at its crest. Below the vats were troughs of color; one for each different color of the rainbow. The big pony on the stage was silhouetted by the light emitting from the troughs of color as they were of the few light sources. Amber lights behind the manifold illuminated the stage and most of the room. Also two dim red lights hung at the roof of the room nearest the wall farthest from the vats, one being just above Rainbow Dash herself.
A massive sliding door was in this wall; it was the door the group of pitiful failures had reluctantly meandered through only minutes ago. “Minutes before their death.” mumbled Rainbow Dash menacingly. The outcrop she laid on wasn’t her favorite spot when she first started working for the Upper Weather Factory. She used to not even be able to stand the sight of the room when a failed class came in; because she knew what was next. However, now, as the large pony shouted orders and a chain harness came floating down from above the machine towards the group of teens, she couldn’t help but feel remorseless joy. The first of many were picked up and shackled. At first the group of students watched inquisitively until the chains twisted and a loud cracking noise was heard under the scream of the young colt.
Now horrified, the class tried to run for the door but none made it. In a well versed maneuver, the guards cut them off at the top of the ramp that led into the pit. All of them held taser rods in their mouths and jabbed at the teenage foals. They pushed the panicked group back until they were all in the pit again.
The broken colt was hefted above the machine; blood dripped from his torso where a fragment of his rib cut through. He looked down at the grinder below him and just closed his eyes in acceptance. Rainbow Dash watched with great vigor as he fell into the gaping jaws of the machine. Another teen was hoisted and broken and then dropped into gaping, metallic jaws. Then another and another.
Color began to flow from the vats spigots into the troughs below. One color per vat. The Spectra as it was known flowed like a river into the hole that was in the floor behind the stage. Rainbow Dash’s excitement fluttered greatly. Somehow, she had begun to enjoy watching these useless mules fall to their great demise. Her smile grew into a menacing grin when she saw a filly smash her face against the side of the monstrosity’s tubular mouth and then slowly slide into the machine unconscious. As time passed and she watched them plead for their lives, her eyes grew heavy and she laid her head between her front hooves. She closed her eyes, and drifted into sleep with the sound of screams as a lullaby.