"Prisoner 000002 has breached confinement. I repeat, Prisoner 000002 has escaped her cell."
Pounding hoofbeats. Pounding hearts. It all sounded rich to her. Their blood was there, just beneath the surface of their skin. Flowing, rushing, freezing, perhaps. Kssh. It was so close, she could hear it thrumming, just like her own.
Ohoho, Sun Ass isn't going to be happy once news of this gets out! How jubilant Shavvy seemed, how vibrant now that she freed from the restraints of her cell. She would never go back. Unless it was to punish those who had placed her in it in the first place. Yes... that sounded right. But, surely not all of them derserve to be harmed, Shavvy whipped her head back and forth, snarling mentally. There. Is. No. Place. In. Me. For. Mercy. Each word was punctuated with a severe mental blow to this, the smallest fragment of her mind. She paused afterward, her vision shifting and wobbling as her mind regathered itself carefully. There was no more opposition from the Fragment, so she found no reason to continue the blows.
She was starting to wonder where everypony had gone when two guards walked underneath her hiding place -- a steel beam spanning the hallway eight feet above the floor. She grinned. I think I've earned a little "free time".
As they entered the security center for cells 1--600, the lead guard said, "No sign of that insane little mare."
The stallion at the desk pushed away in disgust, rising to his feet. "You're killing me,"
Actually, that's my job. Shavvy stood in the doorway, watching them with a smile. A seven foot blade solidified, emerging from a long gash in her cheek. She tossed her head, and gave a wicked grin. Three ponies, three parts of a whole. One guard drew his sword by magic, but an instant later, the sword lay broken and his horn had been sliced. Blood bubbled up and spilled over his forehead. Shavvy made a clicking sound. Magic's not allowed. You have to play fair. "Fair be damned, you she-witch!" The desk pony cried, looking frightened. "Fair means nothing to you."
Oh, yes it does. That's why you'll die last, and you'll know exactly how I'm going to kill you. She brought her cheek about, and said, Observe.
Shavvy whipped her head right then sharply left, slashing through the metal shelving, then embedding the blade in the first stallion's side. Flicking it out with the mere act of sifting her head a centimeter, she then sliced off a chunk of flesh from his chest. Ling chi, she said, slashing off more flesh. More commonly known as Death by a Thousand Cuts. Her face remained expressionless as she butchered the stallion, finally killing him by darting past him on his right side. His head thunked when it hit the floor. She merely sliced the next stallion open from throat to groin, watching him bleed out in utter silence. As his twitching stopped, she grinned psychotically. Kssh.
She turned to the last, a doleful smile etching her lips. Pity your friends are dead. Now I'm the only one to hear your screams. She paused, taking a moment to examine the blood on a forehoof. Still, she grinned wickedly again. I'll make it better by doing THIS! The blade slipping back into her cheek, she darted forward, pinning him against the controls.
I can taste your fear, the tendril of thought brushed over his mind, not unpleasantly. It brought memories of autumn wind and rain, and for a moment he felt as any stallion would with a mare pressing him into something. But the tendril also brought memories of watching the mare that held him down kill, in quick succession, twenty-nine of Celestia's guards, leaving the thirtieth a mute, deaf, blind cripple. She had called it a mercy. Others had called it monstrous.
She was leaning lower now, white mane brusing his cheeks. Her glowing eyes held him spellbound. Yes, she crooned. You are spellbound, and I-- I am Hellbound. He giggled weakly, not knowing why. Sharp pain made him thrash his shoulder. Shavvy clicked her tongue in reproval again. No, no, no.
Schk!
His left foreleg dropped to the floor, blood spraying from the wound. Wasting no time, she gutted him, taking his heart, which was still quite hot from the panic it had felt mere seconds ago, she cradled it in her hooves, looking at it almost reverently. And then she took a bite. Mmh. Once she had eaten her fill, she curled up in the vent right next to the heater. Kssh. She sang softly. Sleep, Shavvy, lovely mare-mine. Let your sleep be well.
And when your time here is up and done,
We'll welcome you back to Hell!