//------------------------------// // Chapter 2 // Story: My Little Destiny. // by Proud Blank Flank //------------------------------// Chapter 2: part 1. I woke up in immense pain. my head was throbbing. A warm liquid was oozing from the back of my head, working its way down my back. I woke up, leaning against a wall in a dimly lit room. I rubbed my eyes & examined my current location. My eyes shot back & fourth. My mind raced & my heart paced. I stood up on my hind legs & started banging against the wall. My efforts were futile. I turned around & pinned myself against the wall, taking heavy breathes. I slowly slid down against the wall onto my flank & scooted into a corner. There I sat, in a small dark room, made of metal, similar to the one I had fainted in. That room. . . I tried to remember what happened last night but it came up a blank. I looked around the small room & noticed a metal door & there was only one window. It was dusty and dirty, which gave the room a dull light. It didn't lead anywhere. I had no idea where the light was coming from. A faint smell started to penetrate my nostrils. I looked across the room. Feces from what I could have guessed could have been from the last prisoner. At first the smell wasn't that noticeable, but as time went by, it got stronger considering there was no ventilation. I became woozy and begun vomiting. I spent hours in that cell. No noises came. No other ponies. Just me, the feces, the barf, & the darkness. In time I began pleading to myself that this was just a weird dream & I would wake up, like individuals usually do. The cell became colder & colder. Soon I started to shiver. I hated it here. I hated that cell. I didn't even know why I was there or what I did, but It was happening. Fear had been rising up in my body. I tried to stay in the corner away from the door just in case something came through. Then it happened. A creaking noise was heard. I looked up, the door slammed open, banged into the metal wall behind it, and latched onto the side. A pony in all black came in. I couldn't see there face or body because the robes they had on concealed everything about them with the help of the dull lighting.. Their hooves clopped against the metal floor. I stared at The Stranger. A wicked smile formed on their face & I could see it. I sat motionless. They reached their hoof out & I cringed. I closed my eyes & prayed to wake up. The pain in the back of my head intensified when The Stranger had started to drag me across the with my mane. I groaned in pain & tried to get loose but it was hopeless. There I was, being dragged to who-knows-where at the mercy of The Stranger. I was pulled into another room, just as dark as my cell, and was told to stand by the wall. The Stranger turned away for a moment & I inched myself towards what seemed to be an exit. But no, The Stranger turned around and held a small knife to my chest, pressing the point into my hide, causing minor bleeding. “Stand against the wall & don't move. Or else this blade finds a new home inside your chest.” I stepped back against the wall in fear of having a knife stabbed into my chest. I realized I recognized the voice, but because I was new to Ponyville, I couldn't match the voice to a pony. The Stranger turned their back once again and started to fiddle around with something. Whatever it was, it made metal clanking noises, lots of them. The Stranger turned around with chains in their mouth. I cringed back into the wall & found myself being chained to it. The Stranger began with my front legs, cuffing them securely. Once done, the chains were raised & I was now suspended in mid air against the cold wall. Then The Stranger chained my legs down to the floor. I Tried struggling but found that the chains would tighten the more I struggled. Moving was not an option anymore and quickly my hooves begun to hurt. Chapter 2: Part 2. There, in that dark room, I existed as a pony against the wall. The Stranger had left awhile ago and I was sure they would return. There was a bulb of some sort that aimed directly at me and flashed every so often to keep my eyes unadjusted to the dark. Whatever was in there, I was not allowed to see. Not yet. I had no sense of time. There were no signs of day or night. Soon enough The Stranger came back. I watched them carefully, barely making out the outline of the body because of my unadjusted eyes. The Stranger approached & I stiffened to whatever may come my way. They reached up to my mouth and I felt cool water rushing into my mouth and down my throat. Ever since I arrived I had been preoccupied with my sense of fear that I hadn't realized how thirsty and hungry I was. After the water was gone, I was fed. It was a hay sandwich. I enjoyed it as slowly as I could but The Stranger urged me to finish it faster, so I did. I was done being fed. The Stranger went into another room through a door I hadn't noticed 'till then. I heard moaning, groaning, & dragging noises. Like the ones I made when I was being taken into the room. I heard shuffling of hooves and struggles. I heard chains being attached to the wall, in the same way I was. The Stranger then fed the newcomer in the same fashion I was. Except the newcomer resisted and fought back at first. “Drink. . .” The Stranger told them. The newcomer was chained and fed. The Stranger then deactivated the flashing light. My eyes adjusted just enough to where I could see The Stranger's body and the newcomer's outline. The Stranger flicked a switch and the room quickly filled with dim light; enough light to see features of the room. I looked over at the newcomer. It was the same pony I saw the day before, except her friend isn't with her. I later learned that her name was Bon Bon. Chapter Chapter 2: Part 3 Bon Bon had been crying, I could tell. A clothe was placed over her mouth, which prevented her from talking or screaming. I stared at her in disbelief. She didn't look back. She was too focused on The Stranger to look at me. “Bon Bon, Blaze Thank you for cooperating with me so far.” There was that familiar voice again. How do they know my name? I wondered. The familiar thought gnawed at the back of my head. I badly wanted to match the voice with a pony but I couldn't. The Stranger turned & switched on a projector, which casts an image onto the wall across from me, except; it wasn't an image, but a live feed. “Now, Let's observe Lyra.” I didn't know who that was at the time, but when she pressed a button, the camera changed and came into view. I realized it was Bon Bon's friend, the one I saw talking to Bon Bon the other day. Lyra was terrified and her face showed it very well. The camera zoomed out to reveal that she had been strapped down to the ground in the middle of a desert, above what looked like a small hole in the ground. Her body was sunburned all over & her back scratched up bad from being dragged. She was covered in honey as well. My eyes opened wide & my heart shuddered when I discovered that her eye lids had been cut out. They were completely gone. She had been strapped to the desert floor, being forced to stare at the sun, waiting for whatever fate she had coming. “We tuned in just on time.” The Stranger said. A cold sweat washed over me when a swarm of red dots begun to emerge from the hole. Red Ants I realized. The ants began to crawl onto Lyra's body, first attacking the sticky globs of honey that had been wiped onto her body. My God. I was horrified. The ants, being stuck to Lyra, began to bite at her. She squirmed & struggled but could do nothing to stop them. The ants began to cover her whole body & her eyes opened wide at the pain & the fact she was covered in red ants with no way out. Soon enough the ants dug into her hide. Blood squirted from every ant-created hole in her body. Pieces of flesh were carried away by the ants into their home, only to come back for more. Ants began making their way to her face, biting and picking at her cheeks. They crawled their way into her nose, ears, & even her mouth. Not to mention the fact that her eyes were unprotected by the lack of eye lids. Ants begun picking away at her face, & just like her body, holes of squirting blood formed. It was a horrible sight. To watch a pony being eaten alive while being forced to watch it all under the blistering sun. Bon Bon started sobbing & looked away from the projection. I closed my eyes shut, trying to imagine that this was all a nightmare & that it would be over very soon. I couldn't stand anymore of what I've seen. Bon Bon started mumbling through her rag. I opened my eyes to see. She was enraged. She was struggling and squirming within her imprisonment. The chains smacked against her body & the wall. CLINK CLANG. The Stranger just stood there, amused. I'm guessing she had forgotten the chains would get tighter because after a minute of struggle, she began screaming from the pain of her now, probably, tight chains. I felt sorry for her, for her to be forced to watch her closest friend being eaten alive, and now this. I felt rage boiling inside my body, but I knew if I had started to cause problems, I might be punished in some way. My best bet was to wait until I had an opportunity.