//------------------------------// // 8 Pins and Needles and a Song of Evil // Story: Speaker for the Silent // by NekroPony //------------------------------// A sharp pain bring her back to conciousness. Her eyes flip open, though their isn't much of a point for darkness clouds her vision. A voice speaks out, all she can tell is it's not a pony. "Oh it appears our little spy has awoken, tell the mistress." The same sharp pain dives into her shoulder, agonizingly painful, she tries to pull away, but chains hold her fast, one wrapped around each hoof, and one for each wing. "Not so fast my pretty..." the voice begins again, she struggles, ignoring him as she pulls through her memory trying to recall anything, and for a moment nothing comes, but eventually it comes back to her, and as her Cyan eyes franticly search for purchase in the dark room she recalls the long trip, the careful stealth, and her eventual capture. It has been such a shock when the two skeletons pinned her wings to the ground, before she could react she had been trussed up by the two skeletons, shocked that they weren't in the middle of murdering her. Still as they dragged her into the ancient graveyard she had managed to sneak a look around, it was surprisingly peaceful, not unlike the graveyard back home, only a handful of skeletons maintaining the area. She was dragged past a cute little cottage, where the wagon was parked, and down to a small lake. As it is she's pretty sure bled out about there, as it is her last memory. She twitches her wings experimentally, and searing pain lashes her, barely she feels something inserted into the holes, undoubtedly stopping the blood-flow. Her antagonist apparently has better darkvision than her, as whatever it is starts ranting about her crippling disability a moment later it causes her more pain and the creature hisses in her ear "I wish I could really hurt you, but mistress doesn't want you to die... shame, your soul feels delicious." Light flows into the room, revealing the gruesome form or a rotting worm, wrapped tightly around a pony skeleton, animating it like a puppet, it's little beady eyes flittering around, holding an array of needles. Fluttershy can't help but cringe, seeing the wing clippers, a horn shaver, and hundreds of other torture devices spread throughout the room. By far the largest collection of tools are an assortment of pins and needles, several covered with blood, blood she realizes is her own. Some appears to be from the hunk of something sewn into her wings, but little blotches across her yellow hoofs betrays the truth. She looks at her savoir, though her relief is fleeting as her mark, Serene stepping into the room. "How long did it take to wake her?" The worms maw opens and closes "Eight hours mistress" hisses from it. Serene nods and walk into the room, lighting a torch scone on the wall. "So spy, I think your name was Fluttershy? who sent you, Celestia? or that new sister of hers?" "Nobody, Celestia arrived at Ponyville after you left, but I left before I got entangled in her plans. Serene snorts, and glares at her "So Celestia does care, but it doesn't answer the question..." The worm thing presses it's hoof against Fluttershys throat, almost as if it plans at crushing the fragile neck, moving in time with the grey mare "WHY are you HERE?" the glare in her eyes deadly. Fluttershy shudders, for the first time in her life coming up to face with death "I'm sorry, I just thought you look like you needed a friend, and with Celestia around I didn't think I would get another chance." The worm-thing pulls it's puppet-hoof back. Both Serene, and both the worm-things eyes and the skulls sockets stare at her "Are you for real?" the thing addresses it's master "During drugs she said she's Element of kindness boss." Serene says nothing and glares at the yellow pony "No, it's impossible, I'm evil." Fluttershy speaks, the worm thing speaking simultaneously, though both perhaps about separate topics "It's true." Serene glares at the thing, then turning back to face Fluttershy she starts to sing, the worm-thing looks annoyed and starts sorting it's assorted torture tools. -- I'm Evil, I'm bad It's true and not sad My friends are all dead My fault it true You won't believe what I've read Not anything I knew Dark magic and soul scarring Not the least bit jarring The friends didn't believe it Celestia even attempted to cleaved it From the depths of my mind I'm Evil, I'm bad I'm happy and glad Every town that I'm in I cause mayham and sin Murder's my candy Torture is sweet Conquering's dandy Your enemy's defeat There is nothing to Heinous I'm the ultimate Bad I've done it All. with a grin Serene walks out the door. -- With it's master gone the worm thing approaches Fluttershy, holding a oversized needle "I so with injurys would heal in this place, so much I could do to you, my first victim in years, but alas, she wants that delicious yellow rump of yours intact." Tears start to roll from Fluttershys face, her doom obvious, her friends impossibly far, and as the needle forces it's way past her yellow fur agonizingly hurting her she almost gives up. Years of listening to the most quite bugs and the sounds of badger tremors comes to save her from surrendering, as she hears, faintly, as if it's in a room far far away. -- But why in all Saneness Am I Depressed and Sad Do I crave my Fall