//------------------------------// // A monster cannot feel remorse // Story: End of the Rainbow (Factory) // by alexanderhunt88 //------------------------------// Scootaloo slowly rose out of the bed as she got up on her hooves, being assisted by a grey pegasus mare as she dropped down on the floor of the room. Scootaloo's face is unreadable; neither happy, sad, angry, anxious or any other emotion, just unfeeling and unnerving, which worried Derpy to no end. "Thanks." Said Scootaloo to the mare when she helped her down. "It's not necessary." Replied back Derpy, in a slightly hesitant manner. "No, I mean." Sighed the orange pony. "Thanks for everything. And I mean everything." "And I said before, it's not necessary. It is my job to stop the factories, alongside with Soarin, and it is my job to save you." Derpy stated, but couldn't help but feel a bit guilty with the last part of the sentence. "Are you OK? You seem a bit..out of it." "Yes I'm fine, just had a nightmare and all, nothing more." Scootaloo said back, sadness littering her tone. "You sure?" Asked Derpy worriedly. "YES!" Scootaloo spat suddenly, before turning her head away in shame. "Sorry. I didn't mean to shout at you." "It's alright." Derpy chimed. "I don't blame you. If I had a bit every time I was yelled at by somepony when they cared about..." She started, but didn't finish when she realized she had no answer. "You'd be rich." Scootaloo finished for her nicely. "......yes, I would be." Derpy smiled sincerely. Just as soon as she finished her sentence she was interrupted be a sound of a knock on the cloud-made door. "Hello. Can I come in now please mum?" A new voice called out from behind the door. This voice was higher than a normal mare's voice was, as of younger. "Yes, Dinky dear, you can come in." Derpy replied to the unknown pony, who immediately started to open the door from hearing that sentence. In a moment the new pony appeared, this one being a lot younger than both Soarin and Derpy. In fact, she appeared to be around Scootaloo's own age. She was a unicorn pony with greyish-violet coat, pale yellow mane, one side being more golden than the other. Her eyes were also that of a pale yellow. On her flank rested a cutie-mark consisting of a few white sparkles; mostly likely her talent was to do with magic. "Hello." The unicorn pony addressed to Scootaloo. "My name Is Dinky Doo. What's your name?" She asked innocently. "Um...my name is Scootaloo" The orange pegasus replied almost reluctantly, taken aback by the rather front-fullness of her question. "And what didn't you earlier say that Derpy was your mot-" "Great!" The unicorn interrupted abruptly, grabbing Scootaloo's hoof with her own. "Come with me." Before Scootaloo could answer back, she was suddenly pulled off as she the grey unicorn ran out of sight, leaving the silent mare alone to herself. "Just like her mother." Derpy mused to herself, smiling slightly at the innocence of her daughter. Despite her hidden job as a fighter, that of a technically illegal freedom fighter, she still believed there is always something worth fighting for, there is always a right to a wrong , a good to a bad, Never give up on your beliefs; if you do, there's no such thing as having a life, as if there is nothing to live for, there is no need to live. This was the sentence that Soarin told her, a sentence that made her always continue her fight. "Thank you Soarin. If you didn't help me, I don't know what I would have done." Just as she had said that she heard the front door of the house opened and close, followed shortly by the call of a familiar voice call out. "Derpy. I'm back." Upon hearing that the said mare literally ran off towards the front door, not taking long to find and greet the stallion. "Soarin." She called out as she ran towards "How was-" before she could finish she clumsily tripped and fell face first into the wall of the cloud home. "Oh Derpy," Soarin sighed into his hoof, "I don't need this right now." "Sorry." The mare apologized as she righted herself off from the wall and onto the floor, doing her best to stop being dizzy. "So...," she started, trying to change the subject, "How was it?" Rather than say it, Soarin just looked away, as if in defeat. "How did you think it would go?" He asked in a monotone voice. Before he allowed her to speak, he spoke up. "I just told her, and truly made realize, that she had tried kill her own sister. Nopony should ever be told that, no matter the situation." "How did she act when you told her?" "In a word; brainshocked." He replied flatly. "She doesn't seem full of hate now, just remorse and guilt. She's still chained, in there. To be honest, I almost feel bad for her. Almost." After a few moments of awkward, but somehow needed, silence, he asked her a question. "Where is the young pony now." "In the living room, I think, playing with Dinky." She replied. "Thank you." Soarin said as he walked off towards his designated room. "Aren't you gonna tell her?" She suddenly asked him. "About what?" The stallion asked as he stopped walking and rested a hoof on the wall. "Your feelings? For her?" After a brief moment of silence, Soarin replied "There isn't any need. They have been missing long ago. Nothing left but a hole of deceit and hatred. No pony could ever love a monster, not after what she had done." Soarin walked off down the hallway, but not before stopping momentarily to say: "There's nothing that she could ever do." And then disappeared out of sight. Frowning, Derpy mused, "You're wrong Soarin. You said she is now full of remorse and guilt." "A monster cannot feel remorse."