The door opened as Big Mac quickly rushed in with what seemed like a stallion struggling what also looked like a body bag. In one swift move Big Mac unzipped the bad and threw Trot on the couch. The oven dinged and the pie was done and ready to be eaten. Apple Jack quickly grabbed the pie, four forks and four glasses of milk. After setting up the coffee table with four plates she set up the food and the utensils along with the drinks.
“Here’s your last meal for your last day Trot! Aren’t ya excited, I know we are!”
After realizing there was no way out of this Trot calmed down and sat up, he questioned.
“What makes you think you can kill me?”
“Oh sugar cube we aren’t gonna kill you yet! In matter of fact we want you to suffer just like you made us suffer. Now eat your pie before it gets cold, I spent all day on it”
Trot sat up and began to start eating the pie. With little bites at first and few sips from the milk he was enjoying his last meal. Trot finished his last few pieces of pie and gulped down the milk.
“I’d offer you more but Apple Bloom loves it when I make apple pie and she can never get enough of it so I have to save some for her”
Apple Jack takes all dirty dishes out to the kitchen only to notice one of the forks was missing. At the point in time Trot stood up and stabbed Big Mac in the arm. As both stood there for a few seconds Big Mac pulled out the fork and tossed it on the table laughing off the pain;
“You going to have to do a lot more than that to stop me fella”
Big Mac grabbed trot by the mane and dragged him out to the barn as the rest of the family followed close behind. After opening the barn door Big Mac walked over still with Trot at hoof to the back of the barn were two long rusty nails thicker than Granny Smiths cane stuck out of the wall. Slowly placing Trot up to the wall Apple Jack grabbed a small hammer and pounded both of his front hoofs to the nails. Only screams could be heard from the barn.
“Please stop! Please don’t kill me!”
Now crying Trot begged for mercy only to receive a buck to the gut which left him gasping for air. With every breathe he spit up blood.
“Show no mercy for the ones that don’t deserve it”
Apple Jack said under her breathe as she pulled out a meat pounder and broke Trots hind legs.
“Ahhhhhh! Please don’t kill me! I don’t want to die!”
Granny Smith tapped his mouth up to keep him quiet. Apple Jack turned to both Big Mac and Granny Smith.
“Do as he did to you” She then turned away as Big Mac bucked Trot in the stomach multiple times breaking his rib cage and even puncturing his lungs. Slowly drowning in his own blood Granny Smith grabbed a small knife and said under her breathe.
“Feeling comfortable yet?”
She then sliced the front of Trots forehead open not causing too much damage but enough to make sure she got Apple Blooms revenge.
“It didn’t have to end like this Trot it really didn’t”
Apple Jack said as she caught Trots final breath, he then closed his eyes and drifted off to the burning depths of Tartarus.
Time flew after the death of evil. Without a doubt Apple Jack knew that the princess knew of what had happened. She also knew that the Princess did not frown upon it for it was a justified action. The Apples continued their lives as if the kidnapping never happened, as if the murder was but a beautiful nightmare. No guilt, no regret, not even a peep to what had happened months ago. The blood was still a stain on their lives but one that would only be looked upon on a stormy day. Life as they knew it was back to normal.
The end.