The Art of Magic II: Secrecy of the Facility

by Rarity Belle

Chapter 7

 
The metal shut closed itself for the last time, the two under officials had left the processing department through the door. They had ordered all of the remaining workers to clean up any of the mess that would have been created by the unworthies. Not every single one was proceeded but the mares couldn't keep themselves any longer. They had other business to attend to.

The workers nodded to the orders and continued to do their things as both Twilight and Trixie ventured down the stairs to their own private quarters. Once they reached their desired places, they each went into their respectable room. Blocked off from the rest of the world with only their thoughts to keep them company. The very stuff of madness. The mares undressed themselves in a gentle manner. Though the thoughts brought them back to events that happened over the courses of their lives. Mostly the ones that were involving the other.

While Twilight hung her hazard suit and mask back in her locker, there were a couple streams of sweat made their way passed the side of her head. She closed the door with a small thud. Under the sounds of a puff would she have dropped herself on her bed for a little while. Her head made contact with the soft pillow and sunk a bit in it. The only response given by the unicorn was a deep moan of comfort and she tucked her hind legs in and let them rest against her body. Twilight let her forelegs rest against her chest for a little bit. It all resulted in her lying down, losing herself a bit.

Even though her bed was lying comfortable and only got more comfortable with each passing second, she had an appointment to meet. One which she didn't desire to miss at any cost. Thus after having spent some time Twilight managed to hoist herself back up on her hooves and she walked over to the door. The unicorn simply left everything as it was and made her way over to the door next to hers. Knocking on it with a signature one.

“Come in, my love,” a muffled voice on the either side spoke up and Twilight reached over to the door handle to open it up. With a soft metallic screech it opened itself and the eyes of the mulberry unicorn fell upon a pleasurable sight.

Trixie was lying in her bed while grinning in an insane yet seducing manner while she patted a small spot next to her with a hoof. Twilight understood the sublimate message right away and she closed the door after her entrance. the mulberry mare walked up to the bed and slid right inside of it where cuddled Trixie ever so deeply and lovingly.

Their faces met one another and like a set of magnets, were the mares gently pulled towards each other. With the lips of them both twitching ever so lightly they closed their eyes while the forelegs of each managed to wrap themselves around the other. The both of them pulled the other closer towards her and then the moment of pure pleasure happened. Their lips met for a wonderful kiss of pure, yet insane, love.

 
The day had been progressing with time never stopping for any single soul, the sun had been lowering itself and the cool night had taken place for the for the warm day. But Medic was still sitting in his own little office. He let his eyes read over the health documents from both of the stallions he had as a patient. But somewhere deep in his mind, the very scratches of a spell did surface again. “Bones, bones, bones,” he whispered in himself. Medic stroked his chin in a slow motion of his hoof. His eyes had lost any form of madness in them and they were simply staring out into the distance. “Urgh, vhat was zhat spell again?”

He was unable to remember the spell he had been coming up with. The stallion removed himself out of his chair and over to a small shelf that stood over to his right. A shelf that was filled with books which contained spells used for medical cases. He took out one of the books with his magic and dropped it on the desk where he began to look through it with his eagle eyes. He would be reading through the written words with a great care and attention.

“Bingo,” he spoke up when he saw one tome in the book. It was matching the parts in his mind and a grin took form on his face. “Zhe doctor is zuruck.” Quicker than ever he made his way back to the two patients as he allowed his eyes to fall upon the burned one at first. “You are free zu go,” he spoke with a grin on his face.

The two-faced stallion gave him a simple nod before he removed himself from the bed and left the place without a word. He was more than ready to call himself better by his higher official in the moving department. But also feared the reaction he probably would get from Keeton when he would show his face again.

“As for you, mister Kooiman,” Medic spoke up. He fixed his eyes upon the blond stallion. “One, final, procedure,” he added to his words.

Kooiman looked up in utter shock at the spoken words. He even began to shake his head violently. But the mad doctor wouldn't stop for anything. Magic was already collecting itself within his horn. The stallion could only pray on his dear little life that whatever was planned for him, it wouldn't hurt as much as the pain he had already been through.

When the charged up magic finally did got released, it began to surround the lower jaw of the engineer. It was starting to place the broken bones back together. Far better than Medic’s own hooves could have ever done in any case. But it wasn't without its price. For Kooiman was screaming it out in both pure pain and agony.

The doctor kept staring at his patient with the greatest of interest and when everything appeared to be set up right again within the jaw, he discharged his horn with a smirk on his face. “Zell me, how did zhat feel?” he asked in a casual manner. Though he rose up on his hind legs and crossed his fore ones against his back. "Well?" One of his eyebrows moved up with a smirk.

“Y-You’re insane doc..!” the blond stallion spoke up while he rubbed his entire jaw line with the both of his hooves. “Wait...” Slowly had the gears in his mind managed to connect themselves. Kooiman started to blink like he had seen a miracle before his very eyes. “Y-You did it doc!”

“Zhat is where I am here for, now off with you as well. I need zu clean zhe beds,” Medic spoke up as he pointed over to the door that lead back into the very bowels of the Facility.

“Hey thanks,” were the last words that Kooiman spoke against Medic before he also left his bed and disappeared through the door. The patients were gone and Medic was left with his own insanity. Perhaps a thing better for all of them.

The doctor allowed a deep sigh of accomplishment to leave through his nostrils while he stared down at the bed. He just stared. Under the sounds of a soft hum he charged up his horn and started to clean the beds. As much as he was insane, so deeply he cared for the comfort of his patients. During operations did everything got messy without a single question and lives were lost without pardon. But when they needed rest, Medic’s only desire was that they had a clean bed. Even if he had to do it himself. A bit of kindness in a place that was labeled as hell itself.

 
Keeton looked firmly into the eyes of Bloodshed with his purple rims while a small cloud of steam left through his nostrils. They continued to go for a couple exhales before he spoke his desired words. “I do not know what I need to do with ya, and I probably never will be. Ya failed me on countless events where I needed every single hoof at my disposal. I am sorry Bloodshed, but ya shall be transported away from the moving department and be stationed in the holding department as a cell guard. The proposal shall be sent upstairs by tomorrow morning and within two weeks ya shall hear if it passes.”

“A-And if it doesn't p-pass?” the young worker asked with care and fear.

“Then ya pray on yar life that ya won’t end up somewhere ya don’t belong. Like inside the Maker for instance,” the rough stallion replied with a growl in his tone.

Bloodshed gulped loudly at the words and he stood up from the chair. The white stallion just returned back to his bunk. There he dropped his tired body on and closed his eyes while praying his transfer would get through. Keeton returned to his normal work as if nothing had happened. One way or the other, he would have gotten rid of Bloodshed.

“Keeton,” an all too familiar voice echoed a bit later through the office. The stallion had left his chair and was paying his attention to his own files that were stored within a dossier closet that was kept close to him.

“Kooiman… I reckoned ya were out for at least two more months,” he replied in a cold voice. Keeton kept his eyes to the files. The stallion didn't even bother to turn himself around. Instead he just placed the file on top of the closet in order to read it later.

“Doc patched me up well enough. I will probably begin tomorrow again or the day after that with both Mush and Corron,” he spoke up before turning himself around as well. Kooiman faced the exit of the office and left it like any other day.

With the sound of his hooves disappearing in the distance it was Keeton released a deep sigh before he plopped back into his chair. “I hate that idiot just so bloody much," Keeton muttered before he rubbed through his eyes. Perhaps a night of sleep would have done him better.

 
Kooiman had a set of different plans though. He had grown only more hateful towards the very mare that did the injuries to him. He wanted to see blood, her blood preferably. The blond stallion made his way through the moving department without looking up or around. He made his way passed the boilers and the engine room door before he went into the little tool shop.

His light blue, greenish eyes scanned over the many objects that were lying around and he picked up his trusty tool belt with a grin on his face. When the two belt parts clicked together around his waist, Kooiman turned himself over to the actual tools and gave his eyes the cost at them all. There he found the very wrench that Mush used to reform his face with. Much to his own surprise, there still was some blood upon it. He shook it off quick before taking the wrench from its hold.

While the heavy metal wrench rested on his shoulders, the stallion made his journey back to the room where the main boilers stood. But as he came back into the room there wasn't a single soul to be found with the exception of a mare. The green coated, red maned mare was still working on a boiler that had been giving trouble for fairly much the whole day by then.

“Mush! So delightful to see you again!” Kooiman spoke in an insulting manner.

The ears of the mare perked themselves up at the calling of her name but the voice was already more than enough for her to drop with what she was busy with. As she placed the smaller wrench she had been holding with her magic back within her tool belt, the mare released a deep sigh of utter tiredness towards him. “What are you doing here, Kooiman?”

“Me? Just getting back into work as I always did and taking some interest with me for that matter,” he replied to her. The stallion let the wrench fall from his shoulders and into the ground where it stood right up. The impact did cause a clang to fall within both of their ears but neither blinked at it. They only had an eye for each other’s pure hatred.

“And you honestly think, that that actually works on me? Coming with lousy threats like that?” Mush questioned with a smirk on her face. “Sounds like you don’t know me at all.”

“Threats? No Mush.” Without another word spoken from his mouth, he propelled his body forward as fast as he could. Before the mare could actually counter the incoming charge, Kooiman was already close enough to hit her.

She did the only thing that was actually helpful for her and that was jumping to the other side with the greatest of speed. In her lifeless eyes did she saw just how the stallion jammed the heavy wrench into the boiler, denting the metal deep on impact. It surprised her that it wasn’t shattered.  Mush knew that business had gotten serious. She didn't had the desire to meet her fate, not yet.

 
But the sound of the clash from the metal against metal echoed through the whole department. Soon enough had they reached the ears of the foreman. The stallion rose his head up under a soft growl as he left his chair. “What in the name of Nightmare forsaken sake is going on there?” he mumbled into himself as he left his office and made his way to the main room of his department.

Mush and Kooiman were still in the greatest battle with each other. The stallion tried his best to hit the mare with every ounce of strength he had. Whereas Mush tried to evade him with the greatest of ease, given her slender body build. “Come here and fight me, coward! Fight me like you did when you broke my jaw, you bitch!” he yelled out before he gave another swing with the wrench.

Ducking for the incoming wrench, Mush lowered her head before she jumped backwards once again. In her mind had she come up a plan to just get rid of the stallion. A plan to truly getting rid of him once and for all. She rose back up from her position while a deep smirk slowly emerged on her face. “You wish me to fight, hm? Very well,” she spoke towards him. Before Kooiman knew what was going on, he had received a punch from the right fore hoof of the mare.

He winced in pain and tried to regain his very sight. The stallion received another blow in his face which caused him to fall to the ground. Kooiman rubbed his face in an attempt to reduce the pain a little bit.  He discharged his horn and the wrench fell onto the ground with its signature metalized ‘dung’. In just two punches had everything turned around for him.

Mush just stood there while the adrenaline raced through her body. Pulsing itself through every vein in her body. Very small clouds of steam made their departure from her nostrils with every exhale. She had more than enough of the useless fight for Celestia knew what. “Never, ever, even dare to challenge me, you fool. You always end up on the losing side, understood?” Mush spoke in an enraged tone as she charged up her own horn.

Kooiman did hear the words spoken by her. But his own pride got in the way. He tried his best to stand up on all four of his hooves again. With a deep moan of pain and exhaustion he managed to get himself standing again. Yet the wrench was already into the possession of Mush.

 
“Now, finish him!” the voice of Keeton echoed through the room. He had been watching most of the battle in silence. Only when he spoke up did it cause the two of them to look up, genuine surprised.

Mush gave a simple nod to the words whereas Kooiman’s eyes shrunk to near nothing in response. He began to take careful steps back in order to stay out of her range. Though it would all be too late. With a thrust forward, Mush allowed the wrench make contact with the jaw of Kooiman once again. But when it hit again, it shattered his teeth and broke his jaw on several other places. Tears of agony formed themselves within his eyes as he a loud scream of the pain.

He thought that she was done but then the wrench made its way over to his behind and Mush grinned ever so devilish. "I told you, I would stick it up your arse," the mare replied. Through his bleeding mouth did Kooiman try to speak up. Though his jaw was too badly injured to even make the simplest of words. The mare walked up to him with a look that was almost yelling thunder and she made a quick movement of her head. The wrench flung forwards. Kooiman feared it would enter his anus. But in reality it rushed right into the back of his head.

The crushing sound of a skull that got broken was on its own terrifying to hear. But the biggest scare of all would have come when the wrench left the pried open skull. It was covered in blood and parts of the stallion’s brain.

Kooiman’s eyes had begun to twitch heavily before they turned themselves up so far, that only the white could be seen. For mere seconds he just sat in that eerie position. But then it happened. His body fell towards the ground and all of the motions ceased.

“Game, over.” Mush spoke before she dropped the wrench next to him. Her attention was turned over to Keeton. The stallion slowly made his way up to her. In her mind she knew more than well just she did. But she didn't had any form of regret towards it.

“Game over indeed yes. Mush, hide the body within the boilers. I have the feeling the officials won’t be happy if we share them the news as it is,” spoke Keeton to her before he placed a hoof on her shoulder. “Ya did a good thing Mush, nopony could get along with him, yet he was still sane enough to not be send to the asylum.”

Mush only gave a simple nod to his words before her attention turned over to the boiler she had been working on for the day. With a deep and calm sigh that left through her nostrils, magic collected itself within her horn. The door of that was keeping the raging fires out of the world opened itself and the dead body of Kooiman began to move itself over to it.

With one last quick motion was the dead stallion thrown into the raging fires. To be consumed by them and used to power up the Magic Facility as both ponies made their departure from the scene.

Keeton returned back to his office like nothing happened. Whereas Mush returned to the little tool shop to place all of her equipment back where it belonged. Even the blood covered wrench got placed back in it. Perhaps to be stored as a grim reminder? She cleaned it a bit and was done with her deeds of the day. Everything was set again on the places where it belonged. Mush simply went to her bunk bed afterward in order to get some sleep. Sleep that she was needing ever so much.

                     
High up in her office was Rarity consuming herself deep. She read through the reports that spoke of the corrupted magic. Many spoke that the power one would gain from it was unmatched and often to be considered even more pure than the magic that had been shooting up in the skies for a thousand years. But it also had another side effect. For it would consume the memory of its bearer, making it forget the life before a certain date. It was perfect for her. If she could master the power of corrupted magic, Rarity would be able to forget about her earlier life. She then could focus herself on her permanent job. Only if.

With the bolts of magic that shot high up in the skies, they morphed themselves with the atmosphere. The bolt disappeared at a random point in the skies filling it with magic. Unicorns would be calling upon this power thus creating the myth that magic is actually a force the flowed free through the skies. But those who knew better were the ones inside the metalized box in the floating, capital city.

Corrupted magic on the other end was something that had captured the imagination of the mare for longer than she could have thought. Every night she took a small sniff from a little bottle that she kept hidden within her own private quarters. Locked off from any soul that might wanted to enter her room. A thing she did to not dwell too much within her own past.

“There has to be a way to harness it… There simply must be!” she spoke out loud while deep breaths left her nostrils. With her eyes that went over the many reports and casualties the corruption had claimed, one of the written works promised to be very interesting for her. She began to read through it with great care. Everything that it seemed to be knowing, she would get to know as well.

Minutes slowly turned into hours while the night kept venturing forward. Though the white unicorn didn't care. All she wanted was to truly harness the power that the red magic contained. Even if it would drive her over the edge of insanity. Far beyond the point of no return for certain.

Having made her way through the whole series of reports, she didn't became a thing wiser. Though it did clear a few things up for her. In her mind she got the ingenious idea to just do it. Not simply letting the corrupted magic to be able to be called up by her horn, but letting it flow through her very veins, together with her blood.

There was a determined look that began to take its form on her face. Rarity removed herself from her chair and left the office. When she made her way through the hallway, she locked the door behind her so that nopony could enter and descended from the stairs over to the tenth floor. The floor that would change her whole life once more. The floor which housed the room that would kill her in way or the other. The one place where she could become more powerful than ever imagined.

                     
“M-Manager Rarity, you are not,” a pony who wore the hazard suit and mask spoke up with a muffled voice. A thing that made it unable to hear if it was a mare or stallion. Though the ivory unicorn found herself inside the highly toxic room of almost finished magic.

“Allowed to enter without a suit?” Rarity replied with a cold voice and a stern look in her eyes. Regulations didn’t needed to be told to her at all, she knew every one of them.

The pony gave her a simple nod. Though before any other action could be taken place, the suit wearing pony found itself on the wall of the hallway. It turned itself around before it tried to get back into the room but Rarity had closed the door and shut it tightly so the pony couldn't enter.

Uncertain of just what to do as its next action the pony simply took off its mask to reveal the face of a terrified mare. A mare who was sweating even more. She knew the many dangers the unstable magic had and she gulped loud before making her way over to the window in the door. Her eyes just glared over to what would be happening soon enough.

“S-She isn't that stupid, now is she?” the mare behind the glass spoke up in a whisper. Her attention was kept to Rarity who had made her way up to the little catwalk. The white coated unicorn simply stood there while the vapors entered both her nostrils and mouth.

Rarity took another deep inhale from it. After that, she let out a deep exhale that went accompanied with a small cloud of blue magical aura. With her body exposed to the highly toxic and unstable magic, it would only be a matter of time before things would go out of hooves.

Though the mare didn't care a single bit for it. Having read through the reports, Rarity had only one desire on her mind. She wanted to get control of the waste product that the Facility had been creating for centuries.

The deep red coloring got once again around her horn as some of the highly unstable magic began to form itself into a sphere and was levitated before her face. The sparks of the unstable sphere would normally be enough to scare any worker away. But the manager didn't care one bit for it and she simply kept staring into it.

She wanted to unlock the true secret it carried and Rarity went over the sphere with her eyes from every possible angle. In the end had she found enough bits of corruption that would help her with the messed up plan her mind had come up with. Gently she pulled out the very bits of corrupted magic with her own and created a separate sphere of them. When that sphere was big enough, and most likely to her own liking, she dropped the unprocessed magic back into the vat below while staring at the corrupted bits.

The mare outside was just looking with interest and fear as she never expected any of this to happen on a normal routine. Her desires to warn the other two officials had becoming bigger and bigger, but so was the attention towards the manager.

“Finally,” Rarity spoke up while staring at the ball of pure, corrupted magic, “after such a long time, I will be able to harness the power of the wastes. Then even that shall be having a use!” The red sphere moved itself a bit lower and was then aligned with the chest of Rarity. The mare outside gulped louder but couldn't dare to take her eyes off of the happening events. Accompanied with a roar of pain from Rarity, had the sphere made its way into the chest of the mare. Slowly it became one with the white coated unicorn. Slowly, Rarity merged with corruption itself.

The mare on the hallway grasp deep while placing a hoof before her mouth. She couldn't believe the things she had been seeing just yet. But little would she knew, that it was only the beginning of the end.

                     
With the corrupted sphere surrounding Rarity’s heart, it took a hold of her body. It morphed it to its own desires while the head of Rarity lowered itself under deep winces of utter pain. She panted softly while her red eyes fixed themselves upon the vats below.

Her mane and tail begun to lose their curling and just hung there like she had just taken a shower. Around her four legs there was an unknown, black substance that did their turn. It crawled up to about her knees and ended up in a flame like pattern.

The mare behind the door couldn't believe the event that were playing out before her. Even though she was there the whole time, she shook her head in utter disbelief. “T-This can’t be, it simply can’t!” she mumbled into herself as she looked in utter horror through the glass again. Her eyes weren't lying to her whatsoever and that was the thing that frightened her the most.

But it was all very true. Rarity had consumed too much corrupted magic at once. It would drive her insane, crazier and overall more ruthless then she always was. The entire fate of the Facility was balancing on how long the ex-tailor was able to keep her mental sanity. The corruption had begun to chew on that more than anything else she had ever seen or done.