Pinkamena is brought to a Psychiatric Facility and has her eyes on you. When she unleashes hell upon the staff allowing the other, unhealthy, patients to roam wild, you are set off on a escape mission. But be wary, she is not the only one after you.
(This is my first second person view story. I am not much great at it, but with enough knowledge after reading other people's stories, I think I might try it out. Do point out any errors if you see some. I do like to do better in the future when I make more horror stories. By the way, this is also Humanized, just to make a lot of things simple and easy to understand.)
When you were brought to this place, you felt safe from the outside world. But now that she is here, the hell you thought you escaped has come to life and your Execration continues. Will you escape this cursed facility or be toss into the piles of bodies your fellow neighbors made for her. Just be careful though, this pink hair girl is not the only one after you.
(Warning: This story is Rated M for Strong language and gory scenes that are not meant for young eyes to see. If you are 16 or younger, please do not read and do turn away. My Little Pony is own by Hasbro Inc. I do not take any credit for any character mention or shown in the story. Thank you. Viewer and Description is advised.)
'The safest place a man can go to, is in his head. That way, he will shut himself from the outside world's judgment, forever concealing himself in a dream where Reality is only but a fake and that his world is made up of only lies.'
You were glad they put you here; safe from the outside world's hell that had befallen upon you with sickening fangs. The accident you committed was nothing for you to be blame for, but the madness that spiraled out of control in you was greatly something you needed to be handled. This was the safest place, Manehatten's Asylum. You ignored the "Asylum" part, since you was not really insane. Though, you kept heed of the stereotype term behind its shadows, focusing more on your condition to work with your own society again than run away from it. The incident had left you in a ail state, but for a few more years, you might be able to go back out these doors with a gleaming smile upon your face.
The White Coats, doctors if you want to put it short, had been checking up on you, assisting you with everything you needed help on. They were kind ones; you made friends with even a few of them which were pleasing to say the less. The Blue Coats, or guards, shared you some of their food and stories of their life outside these safe walls, risking their lives for you and all of mankind. Celestia made them fine guards, able to protect you and trust when you feel endanger. You were safe here, that was the most important thing.
But that safe haven was quickly washed away when they brought in her, the newcomer that many Blue Coats were too nervous or frighten of to speak about. Most of the White Coats were disgusted on the fact she was brought here. You remember seeing her before, before you came here. Her name was Pinkamena Diane Pie. A strange one I might add, for she was the only female patient in this place. Her hair was long, straightly combed down, and pink. Her eyes were haunting, for they were blue and dull. Behind them, rest no soul. It was hollow inside of her body.
You thought that she was not going to be the biggest thing to worry about in this safe haven, since the Blue Coats were well trained with people strapped in coats like those, but a shiver ran down your back of such an assumption. Deep down, you felt that she was something beyond the Blue Coats could handle. She murdered her friend in a gruesome way, similar to the incident you were traumatized by back then that brought you here. Just finding that out from the rumors the Blue Coats were spreading about her had twisted your stomach. She was vile, grotesque, and a monster.
The worse part about her was that she was strangely attracted to you. At times, whenever you are sitting alone in the café, she sits next to you, starting a conversation with you. Her tone was nothing threatening, scary, or queer, but her personality was a bit too queer. She was smiling, her tone was energetic, her mood was bright, and her subject of the conversation was what your favourite treat in a party was? You answered calmly, hoping not to anger her in any sort of way. It was not that you realize that there were only two Blue Coats standing guard at the entrance, observing the woman hesitantly. They were looking at her as if worry she might of done something that would endanger you. You decided that it was not worth it to spend any more time in the café, so you bid her farewell and quickly exited the large rectangular wall lining area. But before you managed to leave, she calls out to you, “Parties are full of many treats, choose before it is too late!” Her cheerful words sent fear installing in you before you quickly scurry out of the café.
When the week passed by, everything you thought was fine seemed to be slipping away. The Blue Coats were too nervous in talking to you, most avoiding any conversations or sharing their lunch with you. The White Coats have been lately absent, working more on the patient, Pinkie, than you. You felt anger, confuse, trying to figure out why that all of a sudden, your safe haven’s routine with you changed once she came to this place. But you could not do anything but remain the stacked meal to her. She continued to look at you, watch you, lick her lips at you, and even whispering dirty words into your ear every time she passed by in her strapped jacket the Blue Coats did not dare to even take off.
You felt unsafe of course, and requested to your doctor to move you to a floor where you do not need to see her again. He complied kindly, leading you towards the fifth floor, all the way in the back of the hospital. You were in your new home, Room 432. A decent room which the walls were only spaced out by 7 feet and furniture was neatly placed around in each area. This was all obtained by your recent good behavior. The new quarters you resided in was the Manehatten Asylum’s Right Wing where only the good ones go to for good behavior. The floors beneath the wing, however, were not too pleasing.
Each floor was full of the mentally insane ones, ones you did not associate with. Instead, you stead clear from each one when you see on your path. One of the floors, you remember the Blue Coats talking about, was like a prison where they toss mostly unstable ones. You bet she was put there. That Pink hair woman had that look that she belonged behind steel fences, confining her from humanity.
But everything went downhill when the lights go out the next week. You remain in your room, frightened from the loud hollering outside. Suddenly, your lights begin to flicker violently, before popping out sparks. It startled you to the point you fell down to the ground. Madness was running wild outside your room as you heard Blue Coats ordering others demands. Eventually, the entire place shakes and you could feel the wooden floor beneath you giving way. You had no time to avoid this strange collapse, for once the floor broke apart, you fell into the pit of darkness; your yell echoing as you plummet.
Soon, you were silence, landing on a wooden table in the middle of a waiting room. You groan in pain, struggling up to the ground while attempting to avoid the sharp wooden splinters that stood out from the remains of the table. You are not only confuse of the strange collapsing of the floor above, but frighten from the smoke outside the wooden door that seeped through from below and into the room. As you begin to limp towards the door with a sore right ankle, you pause in horror once the intercom connected to the wall buzzed.
“Greetings, brothers and sisters of this magnificent country; found by the wonderful and beautiful goddess we know and love, Celestia. Remember, the Cursed One walks among us, and it is our duty as her children to see fit that the scourge of humanity is erase. Hunt the Cursed One. Our goddess demands it!” It was her voice, the sinister woman, Pinkamena.
Whatever happened that caused such a mysterious mess in this Safe Haven you believed to be, had to be avoided at all cost. You had no time to sit and think here, though, no, you had to run away. So, taking your steps forward, while gritting your teeth in pain, you opened the door and were greeted with a powerful blast of hot air that stunned you backwards to the ground. The hallway was on the other side of the room, set in ablaze of inferno while patients ran down the hall with wild war cries to deafen the sound around you. It was assisted by the sound of the ringing bell, but sound did not matter to you. Only escaping to safety did.
Once you had gotten up from the ground, you limped out into the hallway, only to be bump around by the wild patients that held sharp objects and blunt ones, too. Your face suddenly drain of color when you looked down the hall and spotted a few dead Blue Coats and mangled White Coats scattered around on the floor in this narrow pathway. Further down, you saw more Blue Coats in armor, attempting to apprehend the wild patients in assistance with the White Coats, persuading the wild men to cease their madness. But none were so lucky to hold back the overwhelming horde of the insane patients.
You looked to your right, where most of the patients were coming down from and quickly hurried off down there. Taking the path where the Blue Coats and White Coats were being overwhelmed was not too smart, seeing how they might mistake you to being one of the madmen in a garb. You spotted an elevator and quickly pressed the button once you got to its closed doors, frantically clicking the down button for its arrival to hasten. When it came down, the steel doors opened from left to right and there standing there, holding the lever that moved the elevator up and down to the floors one wanted to go to, was a patient covered in old stains of blood. He was a tall man, with one pale eye on the right and blue on the left. He had no hair but only the dark dirty skin on his body as he stared at with patience.
You hesitantly entered, unsure if this patient was much of a threat. So, far, he has done nothing bad to you, which makes you relieve once the doors close, but his quiet gaze at you was troubling to ignore. You request that he take you to the first floor and without questioning you, he did, pulling down the lever. The steel gates that surrounded you, moves lightly, as the small box of metal descends down to the core of hell this place had befallen to. When it finally stopped, the gate opened and the tall dark skinned male gave you a farewell nod before looking onward ahead. You said nothing in return, still cautious about the man who remained calm and not faze with the pandemic of crazies going on in this place.
When you exited out the elevator, you noticed garbage, blood, and the sound of madmen yelling out swears and delirious statements. You were in the first floor after all, located in the Right Wing of the facility. You been through here many times, all you needed to do was walk down the oak wood, stained, floors and head towards the exit that was being faced by the Registration office. You remembered well, but you were highly unsure if it was going to be safe. Whatever she did to this place, which you were surely assuming to be right that it was her that caused this place’s downfall, you had to leave immediately and find other authorities to stop her. Your mind was clouded in judgment and fear, as well as confusion and pain from the sore ankle you sustained from the fall.
You used the walls to provide you leverage for the injured foot and peeked through the corner, seeing if the coast was clear of any mad patient running about. The coast was clear, thus allowing you a chance to limp towards the exit that remained down the marble stairs. The paint on the blue walls was peeling away, the ceiling was falling apart, and the amount of blood was too revolting to look at when you entered the area towards the exit. Each step you made was painful, but high spiriting for you was close to escaping this hell. When you made it to the door, you grab the handle and twisted it. When it opened, your heart skipped a beat, as the cold grip of fear swallow your sense to run. You stare in wide eye shock at the Tall Man that stood, towering over you, blocking your path to freedom.
He grabbed the front cuff of your shirt with his left hand, lifting you high in the air with ease before throwing you up the doors with a powerful force. You did not know how he managed to do such a thing, but instead, you were too distracted on the pain that racked your body. You managed to glance down from your chest, spotting him close the exit’s door, breaking the handle, and walking up the stairs towards you. His cold gaze did not break, but deepen into a more monstrous kind. You crawled back, before struggling up the ground. When you made a few steps towards the entrance into the wide hallway, you slip to the ground with painful grunt, landing on a pool of blood. You start to panic, looking back at the towering monster making his way towards you.
You did not want to die at all, so you push yourself up from the puddle of blood and quickly limped down the hallway. Looking to your left, you saw through the library’s glass windows. Inside of the massive place was a pit of fire, burning the corpses of both Blue Coats and White Coats, along with books of many varieties. This place had succumbed to a hell, as you told yourself many times, and the hope of escape was close to being burn out if you did not get away from the Tall Man that walked towards you calmly. You fear that his strength in easily throwing you up one flight of stairs was not the only thing to worry about.
When you took a turn down another hallway, you spotted another elevator, different from the one you taken previously. You rushed towards it and quickly pressed the button, even trying to pry the locked metal doors open. But you was soon greeted by the sound of wires snapping and metal scraping against metal as the only known sort of transportation, away from the brute, came down fast and into the pits of darkness ending in a thunderous crash.
You turned around quickly, spotting the Tall Man getting closer to you. You then look left and right before spotting two doors leading into the next hallway that led towards the left wing. You quickly limped into the halls after pushing the doors open. Your heart began racing as you raced down the hall. From your left and right, patients that were locked in their rooms started ramming against the door, banging on the windows, and few remained still with a rope around their neck connected to the ceiling.
Once you passed by the last door, you quickly turned right and headed down the last hall. The last door in the hallway was the Men’s Bathroom. The Tall Man was not behind you, but he surely saw you take a turn down the hall. So, without wasting time, you entered the bathroom, hoping to find a hiding spot.
You were greeted with flickering lights that dangled from the ceiling. The dirt, muck, and grime covered most of the walls and sinks and toilet stalls. What surprised you was the wall you were facing, ahead of you; it was split a bit apart allowing you to see the room on the other side. The room that you manage to recognize was the Janitor’s closet. You looked back at the door and lock it before heading off to the rippled wall. You were easily capable of fitting through the small space, allowing you access into the closet. Once you finally got through, you cried out in fear when the Tall Man’s arm came out from the tight space in the wall, trying to reach out to you. You fell to the ground, breathing heavily as he attempted to reach out to you, failing to his disappointment. When he moved back his arm, he stared at you quietly and stood there.
You did not waste time to stay there, waiting for his next move or response. You escape the closet, but were greeted with a terrible surprise from below. Beneath your feet was the edge of the floor which a hole had appeared, leading deep into darkness. You were unsure what was there, but planned to not find out. Looking at the wall ahead of you, you saw the Exit sign pointing right. You glanced right and took deep breaths before making a jump. But you were too far away from the floor and only manage to grab onto the edge of it, flinching in pain from the sharp wood that stuck out from it, probing your skin.
You struggle to pull yourself up, but froze when you saw the Tall Man standing over you. All he did was lift up his right foot and stomped down on your face, sending you into the darkness as your yell was silence once you crashed into the ground. You did not know where you crashed into, but the sound of water dripping down pipes gave you a small hint on the sinister location you were located in.
‘And I hereby declare you a hypocritical sinner; you dreamt like I of murder and participated in such. Who am I to be judged by you in being a Cursed One?’
You awake slowly with a painful sting coming from your head. Your body ached and was badly sore from the long fall. You carefully struggle up to the ground, but stumbled onto your knees, nose too close to touching the surface of the dirty water before your eyes. The area’s smell finally gotten to your nostrils as you caught whiff of the terrible malodorous scent of stagnant, mucky water. Looking around, you found yourself in a long hallway in which on both sides, front to back, was a pool of dirty water full of unspeakable bacteria. Darkness resided in the back though, which was not too promising for you since you had no light source to guide you through the long tunnel you plummeted into.
When you finally stood on your two, you wiped your wet dirty hands on your pants before taking a few steps, regrettably, into the water that reached up to your ankles. You coughed from the terrible choking fumes that fluttered around you invisibility from the human eye and proceeded forward, hoping that the path you took would lead you out this odorous darkness.
The sound of the water swishing against your ankles slowed you down from increases your pace. The cold touch from it also sent your body shivering as well as the cold wind pushing against your body. Your heart beat fast as you could feel your eyes straining to adjust to the darkness. The fear on your shoulders prevented attempts you made to calm yourself down, but you continue. But the sound of your heartbeat was dubbed out once you heard a whistle that came from both directions. Your body froze and your eyes widen. It had to be a threat. From where it was coming from, was unknown to you. You needed to leave fast.
You continue pushing yourself, breathing heavily as you felt the cold water straining most of your movement. It was tiresome, but you had to keep moving. You prayed to Celestia that this stranger, the whistler was not up ahead of you. You were too unsure of this, but you had no choice but to deal with it. The sound of the whistler was heard again, this time; he was whistling a tune that echoed loudly. It felt like it was getting closer, but you were unsure due to the echo. Your ears were confused as your mind was focusing on pushing your legs forward.
You soon came to a sudden halt once you came in contact with a hard wall that sent you falling backwards into the water. Your body became stung with the cold touch of the stagnant water as your eyes widened. You wanted to shout, but you held your mouth shut and struggled up to the ground as your back and legs cried out agony for rest and warmth. You look to your right and saw a flickering light at the end of the tunnel of darkness. It hung over a steel door with a rusty knob. You ran towards it, ignoring the pain that ran through your body, you had to get out of this hell.
Charon’s tunnel was not the most pleasant places to be in and the unknown person whistling only made it worse. You stumbled towards the door and began fumbling with the handle. When you twisted it clockwise, you pushed it forward and crashed down on your chest on concrete that you were able to see clearly. In front of you were stairs made of metal that led up to a light. Perhaps it was to first floor for you was sure you fell down to the last floor.
When you got up, you shut the door tight and proceeded up the stairs. It took a good amount of ten seconds when you reached the top and saw a massive quarter full of cell blocks. Your heart sank, realizing how this area was by far not the safest place to be in. There was some lighting but most of the areas were swallowed up by darkness. The area carried the same smell the floor down the stairs did.
You jumped in fright once you heard the sound of the door down the stairs opening and quickly hid in the shadows that were closest to an open cell that had a light turned on. The sound of the person’s footsteps echoed every time he took a step on the rusting steel steps. When he, the whistler, finally came into the shine of the light in which his appearance was visible to see, all that you saw was a mid-age looking man wearing a bloody up officer uniform similar to the Blue Coats, but more of a higher ranks. His hair was gray and recklessly wavy with stains of blood and dirt. His brown skin was not so great either for there were cuts and dry patterns of mud and dirt.
“I smell you, dirty one.” His tone was not as settling as you would expect after he croaked out those raspy words.
You kept silent as he sniffed the air, his hair covered his eyes, but you could at least see a glint of dull blue through the thin lines. They were unsettling, reminding you of Pinkamena’s. The sound of metal slapping onto the ground up ahead in the darkness caught this strange man’s attention as he quickly walked off into the darkness, whistling his haunting tune. You let out a quiet breath of relief and limped out of the darkness to get a full view where you needed to go in order to escape this area.
You never been in this place before, but was fully aware of its existence. You went back to where you last were at before you plummeted into the Tunnel’s throat. When it soon came to you in a flash, you gulped and became suddenly worry of your situation. You was in the Cell Block floor where patients who murdered intentionally out from the pure point of insanity. You assume with possible reasons that any patient spotted walking around here was dangerous and best to hide and avoid any contact with.
Looking around once more, you spotted a destroyed stairway leading up to another cell block floor. A walkway, which was at the end of the board walk of the 2nd Cell Block floor, was a walkway that led to another floor on your right. You walked up those creaky steps and stopped at the last step looking up at the other half of the stairway that, perhaps, led you out of this prison-like-floor. You leaped up and grabbed the ledge, quickly pulling yourself up until you finally got onto the full steps. When you got up and proceeded up, you stopped and gasped at the sight of a naked male corpse crucified to the gate of a cell with white stained bloody cloths. Nails were embedded in his chest and down to his legs as blood dripped down to the ground.
You frowned at the site of the dead victim to the place’s madness and noticed a flashlight beneath his feet. Kneeling down, painfully, due to your sore body, you picked up and checked if it was working by turning the switch on. Surprisingly, it turned on, but was dim and required new batteries to be more efficient in the darkness you were planning on proceeding through. Making your way right and down the steel grated boardwalk, passing by the closed empty cells, you made it to the walkway that led to the other floor ahead of you.
You became glad once you spotted an exit sign above a cell. When you took your step first step on the walkway, it creaked and shook lightly, causing you to remain still. The walkway was not going to hold you up long enough to cross if you stood still for too long. So you limped your way quickly to the other side, earning a warning that one more cross would surely promise you a troubling collapse. Looking left, where the red arrow pointed, you turned off the flashlight and headed left down the metal grated boardwalk.
As you continue walking where the exit sign pointed you towards, you stopped after hearing a cough in a dark cell to your right. You stared into the darkness shock that there was an inhabitant in the cell still, believing most escaped their steel confinement and joined the other lost ones upstairs. But you were wrong when you saw pair of dull purple eyes staring at you gloomily.
“You, heh, I’ve seen you before. What brings a Goodie-to-shoes like you, here in this wallowing pit? Have you made the Blue Coats ill of yrs existence? Don’ wanna be a pretty princess whence you came from out there with all those shining things,” He said in a rough strange accent, “Come to think of it, I remember hearing ‘bout you out there with yr “accident.”
You became stunned, shocked that he would even know where you came from and what reasons brought you to this place. You wanted to leave, but you were unsure if his cell gate was lock and he was not going to hold a grudge against you for making him waste his breath. So you remained silent, not saying a single word, but just staring at those glowing eyes of a imprison man.
“But that does not matter now, does it? You left all that stuff behin’ and replace’em with this. Why is that girl after you? I think I know why. It’s those eyes of yrs that you carry around a lot. Maybe that there aura you carry around, too. Nothin’ gonna explain clearly what she wants with you, but there is something bright and shiny that you have on you. Yr soul? Yr heart? Yr skin? Yr eyes? Yr tongue? Yr body? Yr existence?” He soon started to move around and turned on a lamp in his cell. You blinked in surprise finding a small, kid-sized, man in there, wearing nothing but ruffle up pants. You were staring at a pale skinned child, but his voice spoke differently of your perception. In his cell, you could see photos of people you remember seeing in the town of Ponyville. One girl, that looked like Pinkamena’s age, had rainbow long hair, the other that own an Apple Acre Farm, and another, which seemed too foggiest like the others, a woman that worked with her sister at a rock farm somewhere near Manehatten. The rest remained unclear, but you put your attention on the boy sitting on a mattress next to his lamp.
“I’m one of those with them cases called Dwarfism,” he said stretching, before pushing back his wavy black hair behind his ears. He got off the mattress and walked to the toilet, reaching in with his right arm, before pulling out a pair of batteries. Once he walked in front of the gate, he held out the pairs of batteries; four triple As, “you might need that for your flashlight. I saw you from there a mile away and couldn’t leave you using nothing but a crappy torch.”
You were hesitant in taking the batteries, but seeing how he did not open the gate, made you assume it was lock. You grabbed them quickly before digging them in your right pocket. He chuckled at your hasty movement and went back to sitting on his mattress. You started to wonder how he knew about you and why he had photos of those residents in Ponyville, but you had no time. You needed to leave and wish to not converse with the entrapped man within the cell.
When you proceeded down the walkway, you quickly empty the dying batteries and replaced them with new ones. Turning on the flashlight, you were relieved the batteries that man gave you actually worked. You could see clearly well on what was up ahead and saw a gate door at end of the boardwalk. Quickly limping towards it, you used the flashlight to guide you through the darkness, ignoring the closed cells and making it to the door that led to the other side to the other floor. You grabbed the handle and twisted it, but were drained of hope when it did not turn all the way. The door was lock and the keyhole that lock and unlock it had a broken key stuck inside of it. The door was impossible to open.
Suddenly, you felt a hard object hit your back, causing you to face-plant against the cold steel bars of the locked door before being chucked back to the metal floor. You groaned in pain, struggling to get up, but were greeted with the same hard object that smacked the side of your stomach. You coughed out painfully and looked at your attacker, but when you did, you started to panic in terror. It was the whistler that only smirked at you. Soon, lights on each section of the prison-like area turned brightly on and the cells you believed to be empty were full of patients banging on the locked gates that confined them from freedom. There hollering was violent as threats to kill you were clearly heard amongst their voices.
Looking back at the grinning man in a Blue Coat outfit, you started to painfully crawl back, using your left arm as a shield and right arm to pull you back. He started to whistle each time he took a long step forward, swinging that hard black baton that crashed down at your wrist, causing you to cry out in pain. “You will be surprise how many dirty fucks stood in his cage like a good dirt-bag. Those who were not so obedient were put down like a shit-face fucker! You might be one of them, but you have blood from the upper-floor as well as the cocksucker that escaped this place!” He yelled swinging another time down, this time at your stomach, knocking the air right out of you, halting your desperate attempt to distance yourself from him.
“But it’s okay, I don’t judge what blood you have, just you!” He yelled. Another time, he swung his baton down on the right side of your stomach, laughing hard before kicking you a few times with his dirty black boots. “You listen, fuck, this is my place!” He snarled after getting to the ground in your face. His dirty teeth or what was left of them bear at you before you was forced up from the ground by him and hit in the stomach by his baton, causing you to fall on your knees.
“THIS IS MY HAVEN!” He yelled after grabbing hair and pulling it back until he brought down the baton on your face. You became dizzy and in agony as you could have sworn your nose broke and one of your teeth went down your throat. The blow left you down, but that did not meant he was done with you. He picked you up and went pressed his forehead against yours as he pressed your back against the rail. “I can see why she wants you, but she has to get through me first!”
You had no time to react when he twirled you around with him and toss you over the rail. You crash landed on a pile of strange objects that sent a warm across your body. Soon, the stench of rotten decay filled your nostrils. When you finally regained your breath and ability to move your body functionally, you bolted back, stumbling over piles of dead bodies, corpses of both White Coats and Blue Coats. When your back pressed against metal bars, scarred arms came out from both ends, wrapping around your neck in a choke lock. You could see a dark skinned man yelling, “She sees you! She knows you! CURSED ONE! CURSED ONE!” You break free of his hold and struggled up to the ground. Looking to your left and right, you seek a way to escape this hellish confinement and spotted a door leading back down into the tunnels where you emerged from.
You started run, feeling adrenaline course through your body from the excessive fear induced in you. When you ran down the stairs, you heard sliding metal and steel against stone. Your heart race as your eyes widened in terror hearing a loud crowd coming from the light which you thought was sanctuary but only a mere false illusion of hope replaced by the malice insane existence of malevolent terror. You used your flashlight to guide you perfectly down the stairs and in contact with the steel door you closed.
You opened it and closed it hard before running down the tunnel that was shaped in a circle narrowed path. The cold feeling of the stagnant water returned to your feet as you continued down the terrible tunnel of god-forsaken-oblivion from which you prayed did not lead you into the grips of death. The mossy stone walls with cables stapled to the sides extended further into the darkness your flashlight only shined through little of until it was close enough to illuminate most of the area.
The sound of the patients yelling started to become slightly quieted. You could only hear small echoes but that was only it for it made you relieve that you manage to get away from that area. But your hope was sustained for you were still wary of that madman in the Blue Coat’s uniform. You never seen him before and just knowing the way he acted, he was one of these patients held like dogs in cages. You started to calm down as you saw a door that led into a generator room and figured it was best to hide there until everything calmed down, or at least settled down until you find a way out the place.
Once you entered the room, you saw a dead Blue Coat impaled to the wall by a lead pipe. How such a possible death like that could happen, was best left ignored. You had to worry about yourself for now on. Looking around, you spotted a vent and quickly headed over there, just before stopping in front of a first-aid kit screwed into the wall. You opened it and found only a bottle of painkillers with two rolls of bandage wrapping. You figured it was best to keep them just in case. Putting the two wrappings in your right pocket, you popped the cap open for the painkillers and took four pills. The pills could at least numb down the pain you sustained so far and allow you to proceed quickly to freedom.
Putting the cap back on and tucking the bottle of pills in your right pocket, you opened the vent gate and entered the square shaped metal tunnel. You were a good fit, surprisingly, but you were not too keen on its hot temperature that made you sweat instantly. You began crawling, using your flashlight to lead you through the dark. It only took a few minutes for you to stop once you spotted a path up ahead and light outside a vent gate. Turning off your light, you started heading over there, only to freeze in front of it when you saw the door break open by the whistler in a Blue Coat outfit.
The room he broke into seemed to be an employee lounge, but ruined due to many chairs and utensils littered around. You watched as the man sniffed the air, licking his lips, before walking out of the room. You could have sworn he muttered, “I smell that fucker,” but decided to ignore the insult and proceed back until you had a chance to make a turn down the other path. It did not take you long to find your exit out the air vent when you saw the flickering light at the end of it. Opening the gate, you crawled out and into a water-pump room. This was where they facilitated their water system and distributed throughout the entire building.
You looked around, before spotting the door. Opening the door, you peaked outside and looked around only to see complete darkness that shrouded both sides of the tunnel. You shined your flashlight at each side and spotted a ladder on the left. You sighed in relief, glad you found an exit out this tunnel-like-maze. Heading to the ladder, through the cold water, you climbed up for two minutes. The ladder was longer than you imagine, but it had paid off once you opened the metal lid that covered it and found yourself in a Boiler room. You remembered the Blue Coats mentioning that the boiler room was put above the last floor, but you never were given the reason why.
It did not matter for now as you started walking towards the door. Once you grabbed the handle, you twisted it right and pulled it back only to quickly move to the right until your back was against a fence. You dodged the blow of the madman in the Blue Coat’s outfit and quickly moved pass him after he stumbled to the ground in the attempt to attack you. The hallway you now ran down was narrowed, straight, and the elevator up ahead spotted. There was no other path but this one to take and you did not stop running until you got to it. When you did, you continuously smashed the button, hoping it came down in time to your aid.
You looked back and spotted the whistler running angrily towards you down the hall. You looked back at the button and pressed it continuously again before looking around for any object to block the man’s path. Seeing a soda machine, you went to its side and pushed it over, blocking the man’s path before the elevator finally came. You headed inside and pressed the second floor’s button fast and hard as the doors slowly closed. The man leaped over the machine and quickly thrust his baton that failed to stop the elevator as it fully closed. You could hear him banging on the other side before it silence after the machine box ascended.
You felt your heart calming down as you fell back against the ground, breathing heavily. You managed to make it to the elevator in time and alive and that was the best relief you can take for the moment as it stopped on the second floor. You got up from the ground and waited for the doors to open, but when it did, you gasped spotting most of the patients wandering the halls that littered with burning trash and bodies of White Coats. The sound of the elevator ringing once at the designated floor caught their attention as they all turned to you. The one, who grabbed you from the cell pointed at you with his right hand and grinned.
“The Cursed One!” He yelled as the others shouted alongside him. You quickly pressed the door floor’s button as they made their way to you. When the doors closed, you backed up against the wall and waited for the doors to open again, this time praying there was no danger on the other side.
Sadly, your prayers were never answer once the doors opened. When they opened, a baton swung down almost colliding against your face after you moved to the right quickly from it. You pushed the whistler against the wall before running out the elevator and into a new hallway that split in many paths, some you were too unfamiliar with. Your sense of direction was nullify by the sense of fear as you ran down the halls, taking rights and lefts, while feeling the rising heat of anger from the madman in the Blue Coat’s uniform yelling at you.
“FUCKER!”
No stranger were you from hearing these titles given to you. You did not halt or slow down, you continue running, even knocking things over in the process to stall him. But they were not enough to break his line of chase. You then spotted a split hallway up ahead. On the right was a stairway and on the left led further down a dead end in which a room resided at. The hallway on the right where the stairway resided was not the best of places to go for you saw patients with sharp objects break through the door, flooding the path, and running towards you.
Left, you ran down to, sweating in fear from the unspeakable imagining terror they would bring upon you if you were caught. Once you came in contact with the door at the end of the hallway, you opened it and closed it. You looked around for any sort of barricade and spotted only a tool cabinet for surgical items. You quickly pushed it until it blocked the exit. It was heavy, so it promised at least some sort of useful help to prevent any intrusion until you found another way out this surgical room.
They shouted angry to be let in and made threats that made your spine shiver. But they were not going to be able in getting in for now. But their persistence in hurting you promised something different, for their anger was what fed them strength to slam against the door, threatening to break it down. You believed they were capable of such so you hasted on your search out of room. You spotted a lift elevator, able to fit a person and quickly headed to it. Opening the gate, you managed to get yourself in it before pressing the down button and moving your arm quickly back in the small box. But nothing happened, confusing you.
Soon, unexpected by such timing, the door broke down causing the cabinet to collapse. The whistler and a few patients flooded in the room, running towards you with fury burning in their eyes. You closed the gate hard before any of their hard or sharp objects struck the steel wall that protected you from it. The elevator proceeded down to the second floor as directed and made a quick stop, causing you to sigh in relief. You only saw pitch black on the other side though, as you opened the gate and exited out of it. You gulped and turned on your flashlight to look around and spotted only a body covered in a bloody blanket, lying atop of a table. The sight was unsettling as you made your way to the exit, but before you made it, the body jumped up with frightening speed at you, slamming you against the wall, causing you to instantly get knock out. The last thing that echoed in your head before the darkness consumed you was the loud screeching man that played dead.
Soon, you started to hear again, but darkness still shrouded your eyes with the hot air that touched your body as you started to sweat. The sound of squeaky, rusty wheels echoed, along with the low hums coming from behind you. You felt your body latched to a chair with leather straps bounding your wrists and ankles to the cold metal. This sort of confinement caused you to panic as you looked around confuse, breathing heavily in the process. Soon, a door that creaked too loud opened and you were stop. Your confusion and state of panic was halted once you froze in fear from the worse voice you could possibly hear.
“Hello, my favourite one.”
Hope was on your thin line of death as the voice of Pinkamena echoed in the unknown room you were taken to.
‘I am becoming the Cage confining you in Salvation and only you carry the Key to your own Damnation.’
When the cloth that was covering your face was pulled off, you found yourself in a large room belonging to the owner of the facility. Sitting on the black chair in front of the polished oak wooden table was the vile woman with pink hair and monstrous dull blue eyes. Her smile haunted you as she stared at you as if you were only a captured prize to her. You were captured, but you were no prize you knew that. But to this mare, that did not matter what you were and were not. She had you in her presence and you had no way in escaping the binds that confined you to the chair.
Looking back, you spotted a strange tall man with pale skin and scars all over his chest. He had only little hair on his scalp that was grey and covered with the rest of his skin with dirt and dry blood. His right eye was pure white and the left was black. He stared at you with little emotion to express as Pinkamena cleared her throat catching your frightened attention.
“Hmm, you’re pretty frightened, aren’t you?” She asked you, gently grabbing your chin and turning it towards her. “But why are you so frightened when there is nothing to be scare about?”
You did not understand her at first, but you noticed someone else in the room put in the corner next to a large green plant. Your eyes widened once you noticed who it was. Tied with rope and covered in blood with his face gauged out by some sharp object was the leader of the facility, the man who promised you to be in the safest and greatest care provided in all of Equestria. Pinkamena noticed your shocked expression pointed at the body of a good man that helped you out through the years within this hellish facility. She gave a sardonic smile and started to laugh.
“He knew so much about you, but not as much as I do. He had a mouth that just kept on yappin’ over and over again. So, I had to shut him up. He did not stop screaming however when I was tearing apart his face, so I decided to be at least a good person and put him out of his misery.” She stated.
A good person she called herself, she was no good person to do such things like this from the beginning. When she turned to you, her mocking smile and soulless eyes angered you, as well as frighten you. You wanted to be free from these binds and free from this place that has befallen from her madness. Yet, there she kept you before her, mocking you with her smile. She was challenging you to get angry and attempt to do something while being bound to the chair. But you were promise no exact revenge once you started struggling and were struck in the back of the head by the large man.
The blow stunned you for a moment while Pinkamena laughed. The sadist brushed back her hair and sat on top of the wooden table, humming lightly to herself. She soon stopped when you looked at her, gritting your teeth angrily. You wanted to take her down, but being bound prevented such actions, as well as the tall man behind you that continue to glare at you with an emotionless expression. His intent was unknown but troubling still for he was unpredictable.
“Tell me, the forest beyond Ponyville’s Clinic, was it that horrible?” You froze in place once she spoke of the place you went to before the accident. The accident was something you could never forget whenever that place was reference. This woman’s knowledge towards its existence confused you, but also sparked fear in you that you remained silent. You did not know how to respond to her, or even ask how she knew of that place. She chuckled lightly before crossing her right leg over the left one.
“Did it bring back old memories that it should not have? What really happen there? Was it capable of considering that to be an accident? Your records strongly differ from the results of that event to being some “accident” when you clearly were brought here for a well-known reason like us.” She said, before hopping off the table, slowly walking towards you with her glued smile.
When came close to you, you could feel your body beginning to feel cold just as it had when you were running through the icy waters in the tunnels. You could feel a strange shift in your body, as if something was being pulled out. Panic arisen in you as you started believing she was ripping out your soul. She had to be a daemon of such to do such satanic things. This was all presumed by your inability to understand her intentions for you. Why was she so fond of you? Why did she want you capture instead of dead? Did she want to taunt you? Stall your death, just so she can get a good look at you before sinking whatever sharp or blunt object into your body that will cease the beat of your heart?
“Whatever you consider it to be…just remember…you are the Curse because of it.” She said, backing away from you as you felt your body beginning to calm down. You felt the chair you were bound to, started moving back. When you realized it, you were being taken out of the room and away from the vile woman that waved bye at you. Now you had other things to worry about, such as where the tall man with the apathetic expression was taking you?
“The Goddess is fond of her children. She disciplines and nurtures them when they make mistakes. The Goddess is our mother and her being our mother, that makes us siblings. But why is she so fond of you? Is our goddess picking favourites? A goddess should not do such things, instead, treat all her children the same." His tone was unsettling, deep, and ominous for each syllable counted in his words.
You were pushed through door after door and into hallway after hallway, being taken far and far away from the main office the sick and twisted monster resided. You attempted break free, but was unsuccessful. When he finally stopped, he turned the wheelchair to the right and pushed it through a sliding metal door with a small square shaped window stained in blood. A malodorous smell of decay filled your nose as you looked around the surgical room you were brought into. People had been in here before. Any person could have felt the same way you felt when you brought into the small lair of that vile tall man that spoke so emotionlessly, that he, too, had no soul.
When he stopped you in front of metal table with leather bounds on the side, began panicking once you saw him walk by the table’s side, leaning down to the ground and rising up with a scalpel in his right hand. He stared at you for a second, before turning around and walking up towards the sink. He turned on the water, washing the sharp metal object’s stains of blood away. He began humming again, just before singing in a light tone that had some sort of emotion, but behind it was mixed evil of malice behavior and sadistic abnormal thought that was going to proceed soon.
“Born free…as free as the wind blows, as free as the grass grows, born free to follow your heart,” He sung, placing the scalpel to the side of the sink, before washing his hands, “live free and beauty surrounds you, the world still astounds you, each time you look up at a star.” Once he finished cleaning his hands, he turned off the sink and picked up the scalpel, walking towards. You began struggling, attempting to break free of the straps that bounded you still to the chair. But you pause once he grabbed your forehead and pointed the scalpel at you.
He tilted his head left and right before letting you go and backing away and pushing the wheelchair back a little. He turned around and glanced around. He began walking towards a cabinet on the right, opening the doors, searching for another item. You felt this was your chance to break out, but you were startled by an angry groan before a foot collided into the right side of your face, causing you to fall over. You were dazed from the blow, but managed to glance at the angry tall man staring down at you, holding a hacksaw in his left hand.
He soon settled down and brushed back his hair, before putting your wheelchair back up. Your body was already racked with pain as the painkillers wore off. The tall man set down the scalpel and hacksaw on the table before digging into his right pocket. Eventually, he pulled out a strange small capsule, glancing back at you for a few seconds, before staring back at his capsule. He slid the lid open from the top, taking out a small needle loaded with yellow liquid that caused you to become nervous, more than the sharp tools on his table.
“The doctors are too stingy when it comes to certain objects needed here. They never understood that goddess never did like those who were greedy. You know what they say, sinners go to Plutonium. I see sin all over you, it’s not easy to hide it, you know?” He asked walking over to you. “It’s not easy at all.” Before you had a chance to respond, he injected the needle into the right side of your neck, injecting the strange chemical fluid that sent a burning sensation painfully through your body, causing you to yell in agony from its inner-scorching trail left behind in your body.
He backed away and made not another remark from his chemical’s work. Instead, he turned around and picked up the scalpel and stabbed it into your left hand, causing you to cry out again in pain. The man simply sighed, as if he was disappointed from his results and decided to stab your right hand, causing you cry out even more in pain. His intentions were unclear on what he was looking for, but his cruel nature was too much to bear. Your body was screaming pain from all directions.
“The liquid was supposed to numb your pain, but I guess I have to just work on it again. I will be back, stay here. When I get back, I must get rid of those hands and those eyes.” He said walking behind you and exiting the room as you stared at your hands, bleeding to the ground.
When he was gone, you started struggling again, even though the pain was spreading still throughout your body, in order to break free of his blasted leather binds. A few more minutes it took for you to finally get your wrists free. Once your wrists were free from the loose binds, you quickly free your feet and got out of the chair. You gritted your teeth in pain, staring at your bleeding palms that required immediate medical attention. Looking around, the tall man, whoever he was, was going to return and not be so happy of you being out of your wheelchair. Quickly heading off to the sink, you turned on the water and started washing away the blood from your hands before going into the cabinet, searching for disinfected alcohol.
When you found one bottle, you did not waste time to pour some down on each of your hand, gasping out a painful cry from its stinging touch. After setting it down, you quickly took out your bandage wraps and wrapped them around your palms, at least glad you took them with you from before. When you were settled, but still in slight pain, you took out your painkillers and took two pills, hoping to preserve them. You did not waste time to leave the room and entered into the hallway he took you by.
A sign was in front of you, nailed to the wall, informing you of an elevator to your right and the manager’s office to your left. There was also a few rooms and two bathrooms located on both sides, but they did not seem too important to you. Your objective was to escape this facility. You believed the elevator was your best route out of this floor, so you headed right quickly, but was soon almost impaled by a sharp metal rod, once the tall man came out from the right side of you, hidden inside of a room. You fell flat to the ground, looking back in fear at the man who stared at you with his same emotionless look.
“She sees all, all that stand before her, all that hides from her, all that believes in her!” He yelled, lifting his metal rod up with both ends and bringing it down. You quickly rolled to the right and got up quickly from the ground, running as fast as you can push yourself down the hallway. It felt trite to you that you mostly ran down hallways, but also annoying for the fact they were too difficult to deal with. It was straight, and then turns from left and right, but the style continued. You managed to use objects to slow your pursuer down, but you feared you might reach a dead end.
“SHE SEES ALL! GOD SEES ALL!” He yelled, picking up his pace as you sweated and panted in your escape from this madman. When you took a right, you spotted an elevator as the sign had told you, but you also spotted a stairway on the other side of it. You decided to take the stairway, since the elevator would have taken time like the other one before to reach its destination. You rammed your shoulder, painful it was, into the door, forcing your way into the stairway. You started running down the steps as the madman behind you entered the stairway, staring at you frustrated. He did not like this chase, but he was not giving up.
When you reached the bottom floor, you ran to the door, but had to fall to the right, dodging by luck from the madman’s crashing steel that almost took you out. He got up from the ground and noticed his weapon was embedded into the weak concrete. He growled and let go of it, heading towards you, but you did not waste a second from getting up and running up the steps, being chased by him. You continued heading up until you reached the top floor spotting a Fuse box and a door leading into a power room. It was larger than you could have imagined once you busted through the door and quickly hid in the shadows. Generators, cables, and wires were everywhere.
“I smell your sin, it reeks of the devil.” The crazed man spoke as he entered into the room, looking around. Silence was the only thing that would conceal your position alongside the darkness, so you had to think of a way to escape this man. When he walked ahead, over the wires, you spotted the lever to start up the power. It would at least provide some sort of distraction that would enable your escape out the room. Crawling over to it, you made careful movements, and kept your breathing low. The pain from the strange liquid was still upon you and seemed that the painkiller only numbed some of it. The pain was going to be a difficult obstacle for you in this plan of escape.
“I must burn the flesh, the flesh of sin. That way, the goddess will notice me. She will love me more, more than you.” He grumbled as he continued looking around. When you managed to make your way to the lever, you reached up to it and pulled it, but it was too difficult due to the rust on its sides. You panicked, knowing he might just hear your struggling to pull the handle down, but you did not stop. You had to escape and so, with enough strength, you pulled it hard and managed to not only make a loud noise, you managed to start up all the generators.
“Where are you?!” He cried out, this was your chance. You managed to make your way quickly as the generators buzzed and once you got out the room, you sighed in relief. But once you turned to make your way down the stairs quickly, the Fuse box exploded in sparks, stunning you and burning the side of your face. This caused you to cry out in pain, attracting the madman’s attention. You silently cursed your luck, and got up from the ground, but had no time to escape the man’s crushing fist that struck your stomach, knocking the air right out of you. “I must burn the flesh!” He cried out, grabbing your neck and lifting you high in the air with both hands. You grabbed his wrists as he turned towards the stairs, planning to toss you down the steps of death. “We are the goddess children; you are not welcome in her world!” He cried out.
You decided to at least fight back, instead of struggling and kick him back. The blow from your foot stunned him as he released you from his grip and stumbled back into the Fuse box. You stared in terror as he started to cry out in pain from the shocking electricity that travelled through his body, scorching his insides and ravaging his heart. His skin was becoming severely burn and on his forehead, a large burnt mark appeared. He managed to break free, but stumbled against the metal rail. He reached out to you, trying to muster out words from his scorched throat, but had no time to react once the rail broke apart causing him to fall off the top floor. You quickly looked down and watched as he plummeted down with his eyes widened in shock. You flinch once you heard the sound of flesh being pierce when he plummeted down into the sharp rod that was embedded into the ground. It impaled through his back and out his chest as the back of his skull crushed the ground hard. Blood splattered and soon started to spread when he was staring up at the bright light in the ceiling, still and unresponsive.
You breathed heavily, resting on the ground, relieved you did not need to worry about that man anymore. Though, you felt bad he was killed in such a horrible way. When you finally regained your breath, you took two more painkillers and limped down the stairs. You did not want to look back down at the dead man again, instead, it was best to just leave the area. When you made it back to the floor he had you in, you pressed the button, calling the elevator. When it arrived, you entered and pressed the first floor button. As soon as the doors closed, you rest against the wall, feeling sleep taking its toll, but you had no time for that. You had to survive and escape; sleeping was just an invitation to death.
Once the elevator arrived at its designated floor, the doors open and you were greeted with darkness. You wished that you had your flashlight, forgetting that it was gone after being capture. At least you still had more pills and batteries.
‘Nightmares are to be embrace in order to understand their origins.’
Silence was somewhat settling for you as you limped through the hall. You used the little light up ahead and your eyes low adaption to lead you through the wide hallway. What floor you were on? You had no clue or any other way in figuring it out. Maybe there was a map lying around or nailed to the wall that told you where you were, but so far, you could not find one or see one for obvious reasons. You were relieved that you, yet again survived, but not so happy that your body suffered the madman’s harm done upon you.
You could feel your body yearning for sleep, causing your vision to become dizzy, preventing any chance of you from seeing what was up ahead. But you continued on, using the wall next to you as leverage as you continued down the ominous-quiet hall. But your body’s condition was winning this fight. You decided to subdue to it, but first you had to find a place safe to rest in. By luck, you hope to be so true; you stumbled into a room that appeared to be a janitor’s closet. You sighed in relief, closing the door quietly and pushing a cart full of heavy books in front of it.
When you were sure that would prevent anything from entering into the small supply room, you glanced around for any open spot to rest on. You found a nice clear spot next to a broken desk and lay on the cold cement. Once you were in a somewhat comfortable position, you closed your eyes and awaited sleep to gain its mysterious grasps upon you. Time was slipping by, the darkness was not so different, but the voices in this darkness…they sounded familiar. They only made you confuse so far…so far.
“You’re always nervous. I can see why you were taken out of school, huh. You weren’t so social with the other kids, except me. I guess because we were raised in the same place after they brought you here. I don’t know what made me so, magnetic, that you attracted towards me.”
Her voice, the sound of her voice was soothing.
“Hey, don’t take all the credit. I’m the special one here, too. After all, we’re siblings technically since we stuck together the longest in that damn fuckin’ place.”
His voice, the sound of his voice was protective.
“Now, listen here, Muck Stone…that place at least cater to all of us when we needed it the most. All those nuns did their damn best to see we were given the proper education and healthy meals as well as treatments. Now, you don’ have to hate’em for taking good care of us, you trouble maker.”
She brought you happiness.
“Whatever, Jade, I’m statin’ my own damn opinion. All those brats picked on you two and it was up to me to fix’em heads back to place. Fuckin’ brats had it comin’.”
He brought you safety.
“Look…let’s just be glad the three of us were adopted. I heard this family is very royal and stuff, so that means we are goin’ to be all royal, too, so act on yur best behavior.”
You opened your mouth, you could have sworn you did, but no words came out.
“Whatever, you should be askin’ the anti-social one over there. Been quiet the entire ride. What, cat got your tongue or you just too happy to speak?”
You heard the sound of a vehicle stopping and soon the sound of doors opening. A sudden gasp escaped Jade’s mouth and an amused or impressed whistle escaped the lips of Muck. You, however, still remained mute, being the listener of this dark dream.
“My Celestia, ain’t it big?!”
“So what, it’s just the same size as that crappy orphanage. Nothin’ different but fixed wood and stuff.”
“You just don’t have a taste in art. Look, they even got a fountain full of water!”
“Yeah, and I bet’em got a sewer full of shit.”
“You Manehatten kids are always so vulgar.”
“And y’all Lunorida runts are, too.”
Their argument continued, but you felt all too safe and happy around them. They were your family. Though, not related by blood, but people you can call siblings. Sometimes, you can even consider them your parents. Muck would always return toys from you that he stole from toy stores so perfectly well and teach you how to play poker and pickpocket. Jade would teach you manners and respect for other’s well-being. While the nuns taught you, which you were not so mentally kept up, she would come to your aid. Whenever the boys and girls picked on you for your abnormal behavior, Muck would come to protect you. He would even take beatings from the nuns for you. Even if they were simply discipline than you can consider beatings. But that was his perspective of it.
“Look’em royal folks are comin’. I bet they’re our new parents!”
“Or our new bosses for the rest of our life. Oh well, I don’t mind workin’ my ass off for these scruffs.”
“Scruffs? What made you call’em that?”
“Nothin’, Jade, nothin’.”
Soon, silence sank its way into the darkness of your dream or what you were hearing from it. But something strange came of it. Why were you listening to them? Why couldn’t you see them? What purpose was it, that made you have a dream full of darkness but with words and sound effects like the motor of the vehicle you were in running and rustling sound of a leather seat. What was the purpose?
“Remember…you’re not so innocent than you think you are.”
A grown man’s voice that was rough and terrifying sent chills down your back as you saw a flash of light shine before your eyes. You looked around in terror, finding that you were no longer in the janitor’s closet but in the middle of a dilapidated hallway. The floor made of wood was breaking apart along with the peeling white paint on the wall. Parts of the ceiling broke away and all you saw were pipes leading into darkness. You were now afraid, for you remember this place; this hell that you escaped, but also this safe haven that you stood in since you were young.
“We all know why you are here.”
You did not understand him, but you had no time to even question this strange voice in the air for you were suddenly grab from behind and toss forward. You grunted in pain once your body crashed into the wood. When you looked back to who had thrown you, there he was. The Tall Man from the elevator and from the time he threw you up the stairs. You struggled up from the ground, stumbling backwards, but regaining your footing. Your heart raced as you tried to think of way to get away from him. With obvious intentions, you turned around and took your steps forward, preparing to run, but the floor beneath you broke away and you fell down wooden stairs. Soon, the stairs became flat, causing you to slide down onto a flat slant surface of water that carried you down.
You screamed in terror as you watched spikes of metal coming down from the ceiling and to your left and right. You noticed how the ceiling was only but pitch black darkness and the areas beyond the metal spikes were buildings familiar looking to the ones located in Ponyville. What caught your attention, however, was unavoidable when you fell off the slanted water slide crashing through a window and into a room, rolling on the ground until you collided against the wall. You coughed out blood, groaning in pain as you got up from the ground. You looked around and held your mouth in terror.
Your eyes widened and your body trembled. Before you lied hanging corpses tied into large plastic bags drenched in fresh warm blood that sent off a strong iron scent. Four bodies hung from their feet from the ceiling, dangling around as the room you were win was a shed. You started to back away, starting to feel the memories of this tragic scene flood back into you. No, you couldn’t stay here, you had to leave immediately.
Once you turned around, facing the exit, you gasped seeing it was sealed up with barbed wire nailed to the wall. The walls around you started close in, sliding against the wooden ground. You struggled in looking for the exit, but you found none, the best you could have done in your mind was head towards the window that had been sealed up instantly with barbed wires. Soon, the walls stopped, causing your confusion to sprout out in frightening speed, before it sky-rocketed once hands covered in scorch marks burst from below, grabbing your ankles and forcing you to the ground. You cried out in pain, struggling to break free from the stranger’s grasp. When you looked back, you gasped, spotting the man that injected the strange liquid inside of your body.
Blood dripped down on your head, causing you to look up and stare in horror as hands pushed out from the plastic cover, drenched in blood. When the hands emerged from the plastic covering, Pinkamena’s head came out covered in stains of blood, grinning at you. When she stopped, she grabbed the sides of your head and licked her lips.
“The worst is yet to come. You can never cross this sacred line, you who is cursed.” Once she said those words, you screamed in terror as darkness swallowed you up after she came down with her mouth wide open revealing large sharp shards of teeth.
You woke up breathing heavily as sweat rolled down your face. You looked around finding yourself still in the janitor’s room. The clock you spotted on the wall was not working however, so it was a mystery if it was day time or how long you were asleep. The dream world was always slow when it came to real-life time. You struggled up to the ground and felt the pain you experienced from before, had faded away allowing you a comfortable rest. You wiped the sweat of your forehead before moving up to the barricade. Once you moved it out of the way, you stopped to look at your bandaged hand.
They needed to be change. They weren’t healing yet, but you were sure they would be in a few days or so. When you opened the door, you peeked into the hall and glanced left and right, seeking for an exit. Remembering that you were heading down the hallway from your left, you exited the room and crept. Wherever you were going, you prayed it lead you closer to the exit.
‘The flesh is tender when the teeth begins to sink in.’
The darkness was no stranger or friend to you as you descended down the steps that led you down to the second floor. The door was destroyed, which you remembered happening when you were chase by that mad officer, that inmates bust it down. You felt it was better off heading further down the steps, since light was dim but illuminating further as you look down from the rail. When you reached the end, you saw that the door was already open and the hallway was littered with fallen objects such as vases, picture frames, wheel chairs, and trash.
There were lights that dangled from the strings attached to the ceiling, flickering lightly, but providing a visible path for you to walk on within this hellish facility that she, the devil in disguise, had ruined herself. You noticed that there was water on the ground, coming from the ceiling that was half burnt off from the fire that consumed the place and torched the sprinklers. You did not wish to stay in this place and question the falling facility for too long, and started walking down the wet floor, heading to wherever the exit was at.
You eventually stopped, took a deep breath, and hid to the corner near a room, once you heard the sound of objects being tossed around. You peeked and spotted some stuff coming out of a room, and soon…a White Coat male falling hard to the ground, covered in bruises and cuts that were fresh on his skin. The Tall Man, which your heart froze upon yourself in the sight of his grimacing presence, walked out of that room, staring down at the poor White Coat that held out his hands to him in pleading mercy.
“No, please, everything we’ve done for you…we only tried to help you. Please, please don’t do this?” He begged, backing away until his back was pressed against the wall. The Tall Man continued to stare down at him before slowly walking towards him. You noticed that in his right hand was a rusty lead pipe, covered in blood that dripped on the ground.
“All you’ve been doing…is increasing the pain that I have kept within my soul; the very soul you all attempted to steal and give as a gift to your devil.” His tone was menacing, deep, and haunting as he brought up his lead pipe.
“No, that’s not it, none of that is true! We only tried to help save you, all of those procedures were meant not to hurt you, but to help you get well. Please, killing me won’t change anything, let me live, let me live!?”
“The Goddess has decided your fate, as her executioner, angel, worshipper; you are within the hour of judgment. Your life…ends here daemon.” He spoke.
“No!” The White Coat cried out before his voice was cut off once the Tall Man brought his pipe down with a powerful force, causing blood to splatter on the wall. The doctor was killed instantly from the strong blow to the head and was ruthlessly beaten until his face was unrecognizable. When blood had stained the walls and flowed along the water, the Tall Man stopped his brutality and stared off at the distance where you hid yourself by. You remained silent as he turned around and walked around the corner, heading down the hallway where you presume the exit lied in.
The Tall Man was no different than any other patient here in this place. What Goddess would cast judgment upon the people that would help you get better and be off with the community? You had to hurry out of the facility. When you walked down the hall and pass the body of the White Coat, you looked left and right and saw that path on your left was blocked by the debris that came from the ceiling, while the path on your right had led further down instead of an exit, but into a library. You never would imagine they would have another library around this floor, but you were lost after all, losing what sense you had in direction in a place that befallen into the depths of darkness.
You carefully made your way into the library and noticed that there was some dimmed lighting around as well as shadowy areas to conceal yourself in, just in case someone noticed you. You scanned your area carefully, noticing how the isles were large and placed around in a maze like pattern. Something gave you the feeling that finding the exit around here was going to be difficult. You entered into the maze of book shelves that towered over you and attempted to find your way out since most of the areas that seemed good to be short cuts were barricaded and just attempting to move them would resort in getting your position spotted.
Making your way around the maze felt too trite, similar to the tunnels within the throat of Charon. Your head however, felt dizzy, as a strange smell of smoke permeated in the air. The sound wood burning and strange chanting all said in Latin tongue and eventually changed into Pseudo-Latin was heard on the other side, just almost close to the exit as you continued your way out the maze.
“Dono meus, Mater, dono tua fillius…”
Over and over again you heard those ominous chants coming from the other side as you made your way out of the maze. You stood there in shock, staring at a White Coat, crucified upside down while fired was eating away at his body. In front of you were patients, praying while bowing down to the burning man. As you begin staring at his body, you saw him breathing, smirking at you with a sick grin that sent fear across your veins.
“We’ve been waiting for you.” He spoke, his tone was darker than the Tall Man’s and his words were poisonous as the madman that was struck by lightning. But his lips did not move, however, his words came from your head as you clearly heard them echoing through your ears.
“Come, child. Pray to your mother; let her know that you seek forgiveness for your sins. Understand that she loves all of her children, especially you.” For some reason, you did not had any control of your body as you started to slowly walk towards the burning man that was stuck to the wall under the pit of fire that had spread across his body. You stopped just near the edge, staring at him as the flames jumped at you, attempting to touch whatever you had on you.
“The fire…it purges everything it sees clean. It gets stronger each second our mother breathes. Its Purgation is unique, is it not? Do you wish touch it, or do you wish to let it touch you? Pray, child, pray so that she may guide you to the light.” His voice echoed as you fell to the side, unresponsive to your body as you stared at the flames. What emerged out of them was the horrifying devil you became frighten of.
Pinkamena slowly crawled out, uninjured by the flames that touched her naked skin. It may have burn away her cloths, but her body remained clean of the fire that incinerated the crucified man. When you stopped at you, she grinned, and leaned forward with her lips wet and pressed it against yours.
You suddenly woke up, staring at the bright lights in the ceiling while you were strapped to a metal table cart being pushed down an unknown corridor by the Tall Man. You started to struggle, attempting to break free from the leather bounds that were tight and well screwed in. You looked down at your chest and panicked once you saw that a large burnt mark was upon your chest. You could not understand why, but pain struck your body once you felt your body begin to burn from the inside. You had no idea what was going on, but you begged over and over again for the pain to stop. Sadly, no one was there to assist you in ending it as you continued being pushed down the long corridor.
“It seems my brother, Cain, has managed to get away in injecting you with that burning liquid. You aren’t going to die so soon. It is something that will slowly kill you if you don’t find the antidote fast. The only way you can possibly find it, is in the Laboratory floor, located deep in the underground, beneath the prison quarters.” The Tall Man said, looking down at you as you suffered from the burning pain. “Heh, it is sad, child, you struggle as if you are going to escape this place…but you can’t. You are bound here by the Goddess. You were foreordained to stay here, no matter what.”
When he pushed you through one last door, he took a turn left and pushed you into a large room. Your eyes widened as you realized that you were brought into an atrium where both White and Blue Coats hung from wires upside down without any heads. But their heads, to your gruesome shock, were set on the chairs above the balcony, staring down at the center of the room where the Tall Man left you at.
“I wonder still, why does she want you?” He questioned you in a sadden tone, unstrapping the bounds before flipping the cart causing you to painfully crash down into the ground, groaning in pain before crying out from the burning sensation that overpowered all other feelings. “It does not matter now, I will be back. Behave, child.” He said, walking out of the room as a body fell down just next to you, causing you to scream in terror, moving back until your back was pressed against the wall.
You can hear his footsteps echoing down the hall as he walked away from the room, leaving you there. You clutched your chest, gritting your teeth in pain before breathing heavily as your tears seeped down from your eyes. The inside of your body burn, crying out in agony as you began crawling towards the sink. When you got to it, you grabbed the ledge and pulled yourself up, staring into the mirror before you. Your eyes widened as your heart froze for a second when your body went into petrification.
You saw her, standing on the steps beyond the rails, staring down at you with her menacing grin. You turned around and saw only the steps and heads on the table, causing you to sigh in relief, but remain cautious. Your body continued to ache in pain as you continue towards the exit. When you opened the doors, you fell flat down on your chest, beginning to cough out blood. The sound of hollering and swears being toss left and right buzzed in the air as you looked around in terror finding yourself not in a hallway, but in the center of the prison floor you remember escaping from the blasted man who claim himself to being the warden. This was no prison, this was your sanctuary. They ruined it, she ruined it, and it ruined itself.
It was gone, all of it. Your home that kept you safe from the outside world had fallen into an abysmal hole of darkness. You crawled towards the stairway beyond a broken cell door that was ahead of you. Your body burn and your vision grew so clear. Your body was reacting towards the liquid substance that ran through your veins with an unmerciful touch. As soon as you got to the steps, a flash of light blinded your eyes and there, standing before you as you found yourself back in the long hallway that remained too trite for you to ignore, was the Tall Man.
Standing beside him was the facility’s goddess, the devil in your eyes, the woman with pink hair, and the woman with blue alluring eyes. Pinkamena Diane Pie licked her lips as you soon felt yourself becoming too tired to remain awake. When your eyes close and your vision fell into darkness, only her ominous giggle and you swore her malice grin was directed towards you as your body was lifted off the ground.
‘When He came into town, He brought along His misery.’
The gray sky was all too beautiful than it being cleared. The sun was ugly after all and when night approached, just looking at the moon hogging most of the night sky increased your anger. The trees, as you looked through the window of the backseat section of the black car, were lifeless of leaves, but rotten of wood and moss. The winter was cold and merciless as the smell of motor oil caused your nose to wrinkle and body to twitch from the strong smell. You were alone this time, being taken away from the horror that had fallen upon you so innocently.
“We’re almost there.” A man spoke, his tone so calm and relaxing to hear as you turned your head towards him with an expressionless look. He understood you, what you been through, and prayed to never go back to again. His jet black slicked hair covered by a brown top hat, matching his leather brown trench coat and formal pants that also went well with his black shoes. He was a Caucasian male, whose eyes were brightly blue and cast a reflection of you every time you stared deeply into them.
But besides his alluring eyes, fancy outfit, and calm tone, you paid well attention to his personality and attitude towards you. He was a man just like you. He had no family and was an orphan that did not enjoy company from others. It took years for him to adjust to his surroundings and become social with others, something you lacked too greatly. It made you envy him, for he succeeded through tragic events like you, but also respect him for accepting you through your kind of tragedy.
“I am not going to bring up that event or console with you anymore. I presume you moved on and want to worry about where you are going, correct?” He asked. You nodded your head, remaining silent.
“We’re heading towards the Manehatten Asylum, excuse my Latin, but do not worry, you are only being brought there to be rehabilitated back into society. No other facility wanted you since they were either low on money, poorly conditioned, or just too rude to take in an orphan like you. At least this place will help you, all the staff members are going to help you out, provide you something so easy to obtain that I had a rough time gaining back when I was young.”
You gave him another nod and continued to remain silent, while staring out the windows.
“First we are going to stop by in Ponyville and get something to eat. I am sure you are hungry, hmm?” He asked, smiling at you softly as you nodded your head without looking at him.
“Looks like we are heading into a tunnel, I should turn the headlights.” He said before darkness blinded your sight.
Dreams of being free from this world were what you wanted. You wanted to be away from society and its dirty hands that you fear to be touched by. The man, you felt safe at least by, sat in front of you as you two were eating cupcakes together in a pastry shop. You, however, did not eat, unlike him. You stared at your cupcake with disgust and pushed it to the side gently, causing him to look at you confused.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
You gestured that the cupcake was disgusting to look at and you believed it would have tasted even more horrible if you were to bite it. He thought it was a waste and tried to persuade you quietly to eat just by pushing it back in front of you, but you denied it again, shaking your head in confirmation that you were not going to eat it. Something about it made you feel uneasy. Looking at him, his blues were reflecting off of you, but as you saw yourself looking at him, you can also see someone else doing so, too. You started to tremble when you spotted a young looking woman, your age (approximately 19), grinning at you softly.
You turned around to see the woman with pink puffy hair, but saw no one but the counters where the kitchen resided behind of. You earned a confused stare from the man in front of you, before you turned to him, wanting to leave the place that sent a frightening chill down your back. The man decided it was best to follow your gut feeling and take you back to the car, but as you entered into the back seat, you turned your head right staring at the window and saw from the second floor the woman with pink hair staring at you with a menacing grin while her forehead was press against her window.
When the car drove away, your eyes could not forget those haunting blue orbs that were daemonically dim. Time was short as the car drove through the forest. The sky began to rain down hard as the windshield wipers had trouble making the path ahead clear to see. Though, through your eyes, you can see bright lights up ahead. Soon, the car began slowing down as it stopped in front of a massive steel gate. The man looked back at you and smiled softly.
“We're here. Just to let you know, this place might be moving off to somewhere else in the near future, they are thinking of putting it in the city area of Fillydelphia. To be honest, I find this idea too stupid to actually agree with.” He said, before looking back at the gate that opened up, allowing entry into the place.
When the car pulled up at the entrance, you stared down at your hands and began reminiscing that tragic moment. But a hand gently rested on your right shoulder as you looked up at the man before you, smiling softly.
“Don’t worry; they’re going to help you while I continue the investigation. You’re going to be perfectly fine, I promise.” He said, but deep down, something you did your best to hide, told you that the promise was something he would regret surely in the future.
The car door opened as you were accompanied by two Blue Coats and one White Coat to the entrance. You did not look back; you swore to yourself that you will never look back at the wretched world. You were glad you were escaping it. All that it put you through was finally going to be erased and you could finally rest in your own Safe Haven.
“Wake up.” Her voice caused your eyes to open up wide, staring into her as you found yourself strap onto a metal table inside of a surgeon room. You shook your head in terror as she was on your body, sitting on your stomach while her naked, blood soaked body was on display before you. She licked her lips and soon leaned down, stabbing a needle into your right shoulder, causing you to cry out in pain. Whatever liquid she was injecting into you, made you dizzy, hot, and most of all, to your worse fears, tired.
Just her being on you, naked, and close to you, holding your life on the thread, made you struggle in keeping yourself awake to whatever horrors that were going to befall upon you. Sadly, your vision grew dark, your mind grew dizzy, and your body became numbed. Were you dead? No, you were passed out and the last things you could feel before your entire system slept were too revolting to describe.
‘How to describe pain is quite complex and sometimes simple. Only those who endured it can describe it, but each one that does has a different story behind it. You, you out of them all can be a good example of describing pain. You have no family, no friends, nothing. You are alone in this world, but yet you are happy because of that. You are not anti-social and show no unmoral intentions. You do not have a split-personality or have any cases of manic depression. Instead, you are just…happy…in being alone. The world…it disgusts you; appalls you. Denies you of many luxurious exotic beauties that it can, and you know it can, provide to you. Instead, it does not, and only provides the opposite. This world, that you hold strong grudges against, is at war…with your mind and body. You…have been cursed since you were born.’
‘Through the eyes of the Beast, you are but Food.’
You coughed painfully as you suddenly woke up in a room full of smoke. The leather binds that confined you to the table were loose, allowing you freedom, but in front of you raised your peek of fear when spotted fire spreading around the room. When you got yourself loose from the table, you hopped off and ran towards the exit, ramming your shoulder against the door which surprisingly allowed you freedom into the massive atrium. You did not bothered trying to figure out how you appeared here all of a sudden, for your train of thoughts were madly interrupted from the scorching flames that was spreading everywhere, burning the crucified corpses put on display upon each door leading towards freedom. In other words, the way to escaping the burning place was through the blasted stairs that led into the second floor. You hasted towards them without a second glance at the fire behind you.
What was that vile mare’s plan? Was she seeking only cruel pleasure from you as she had her way with your body? Thoughts were slowly scrambling around your head as you slowly pieced them together, but sadly, you came into the worst conclusion that gave no answers from to you from the start. Her want for you, was merely an enigma you had to gain from her.
The smoke choked your lungs as the heat scorched your flesh. Your eyes watered as you struggled up the steps as fire ate away at the walls and paintings of historical figures. Was this hell? Were you dead the entire time? You shook your head and dare not think of death in such a way for you were fixed on escaping this place. You had enough of its twisted malignant nature, slowly ravaging your head with perplex ways.
When you made it to the top floor, your eyes were greeted with more crucified victims being burn away by the heartless fire of the devil. You started running down the long, wide, dying hallway, seeking an exit you, in thought, prayed for. The floor cracked beneath you, causing your heart to race further on as if threatened by death to play its pacing beat. The ceiling cracked too, as few debris began falling down, destroying the floor behind you. When you spotted an elevator you quickly hurried your way to it, only to stop suddenly when the cart came falling down from the dark ceiling and into the abysmal depths of darkness. You looked left and right and spotted the stairway and quickly ran down the flights, panicking as the fire continued its purgation.
Soon, you saw an exit and bust through the door, falling flat into the concrete walkway. You slowly looked up and found yourself within the garden where darkness had swallowed it whole and only the lanterns posted around provided light towards the next section of the building. You were relieved, taking in the fresh air, but also taking in the haunting scenery. Anything could be hidden within the darkness.
Getting up from the ground, you were at least glad she had fixed up your cloths in whatever hellish doing she had done upon you. You shivered from the chilling wind that blew across your dirty and injured body. You cautiously made your way down the walkway, not daring to take any shortcuts that had been shadowed over the darkness. When you got to the entrance leading into the front side building where the exit resided, you attempted to open the door, but failed once you found it locked.
You gritted your teeth in anger as you try prying the door open, squeezing the handle tight and pulling back. Sadly, you were unable to succeed in getting it open. You looked up at the window and suddenly fell back after releasing a frighten cry. Standing at the entrance was an old man with pale skin, wearing a priest outfit. His right eye was clearly blind for all you saw was the dull gray pupil staring at you. But his other eye, it was brown and settling. The old man gestured you to hush and remain silent as he quietly opened the door, allowing you entrance.
You got up and looked at him confused and cautious, unknown to his strange sign of mysterious behavior in letting you in. Was it a trap? You thought of many times since there was practically nobody here in this hellish place to trust. Then he spoke, his tone was relaxed: “Child of the Goddess, please, come in, it is too cold out here for you to be wandering around.” Was he oblivious to the daemons that were scattered around, causing havoc and many atrocious deeds within their own din?
You took your chance and entered, keeping a close eye on him. As you entered into the new side of the building, you could not help but glance around your surroundings. Statues, holy symbols, and all sorts of matriarchs that symbolized the rulers of this land had been either posted against the wall or pinned. This place had many patients, calmly praying to some of the idols and some wandering around reading what appeared to be bibles. It felt safe, but it also felt questionable to why the insanity from that side of the building did not swarmed here.
“Follow me, would you?” His voice caught you off guard as he proceeded down the wide hallway. You followed, keeping yourself ready to run or defend yourself if anything funny was pulled.
“You have been stained with sin by birth. It is not abnormal that it happened. You can say, it was, nothing but a gift from the Goddess that you were given the role as our martyr. You can call me Father Abel, I’m sure you encountered my lost brother. He loved that woman and was enraged that she had chosen you.” You did not understand which brother he was talking about, perhaps, that Tall Man, the deranged officer, or the Scarred Man that showed great contempt towards you. But then it clicked instantly, it was that Scarred Man. He mentioned plenty of times about that vile woman picking you instead of him.
You looked at him shocked to find out he was his brother and clearly saw a huge difference between them. This man, Abel, was gentle with his words, and meant no harm. His brother was the opposite. You both stopped in front of a well-designed door with mosaic glass of a praying woman whose hands were closed to the knob of the doors. The door was…beautiful…as it gave off a warm feeling towards you that you remembered feeling when you were in the orphanage. These old memories brought you back to the time when you faced the entrance of the orphanage, covered in numerous bruises as rain continued pouring down on you. When the doors opened, nuns were telling you to hurry in, smiling at you as a mother would. Sadly, these wonderful thoughts were interrupted when the priest rest his right hand on your shoulder, snapping you out your thoughts and motioning you into the place of worship where chairs were neatly placed in rows, facing two large two statues of the rulers.
“Come,” He said, “we must hurry off to my office, we have to talk.”
As he led you towards his office, you admired the columns, oak wooden floors, clean walls, and dusted objects. The place was religious, not your taste in liking, but you admired the artwork it provided. When you two got to the office, you sat down on a wooden chair as he sat behind his desk that had nothing but a cross with a sun and moon connected together.
“Do you know why you are a Cursed child?” He asked.
You shook your head no.
“Do you remember why you brought here?”
You shook your head yes.
“Then you must put that traumatic event into action and connect it to this devilish event.”
You looked at him confused before taking a moment to think about that terrifying event and see how those two connected to this vile place’s descent into hell. You suddenly felt the air in the room grow heavy as a strange odor filtered into the room. The walls around you, which you felt was the point you lost your sanity, began deteriorating into the air. Body bags fell from the ceiling, moving around as moans were heard within the leather cloth blood soaked cloth. The priest was gone, shocking you as you found yourself alone.
Getting up from the chair, you turned around and quickly left the room, only to find a dark cold room with a mattress at the corner with a chain connected to the wall. This room was unsettling, sickening, and too much to handle as you backed away only to found your back pressed against the wall. You turned around and saw only cinderblock instead of a room you came from. Confusion and fear began boiling within you as you started to panic.
“Have you brought me what I wanted, child.” His voice echoed. You damned that voice since you first heard it. When you turned around, there he was standing calmly, looking at you venomously as his fist were clenched. Beside him, was her; the one you considered gentle and soft; a mother and sister to you, Jade. Her hair was dirty, long, and orange as her skin was white and bruised.
You shook your head in disbelief, but had no time to avoid his rage as he stomped towards you. When he reached out, you moved to the side quickly, dodging his grasp, only to find out that he had grabbed someone else. Looking at the person he grabbed, you gasp to seeing that it was you. You were only a child, hurt severely and attempted to break free of his grip as Jade watched in horror. You could only grimace at the sight as he beat you with his fist until you were sore and bleeding again. This man, you hated him the most, more than Pinkamena.
You shook your head, wanting to wake up from this nightmare or were it a nightmare at all. You did not remember passing out or even sleeping. This was simply madness. Jade soon cried out for this man to stop his abuse, but was rewarded with a hard slap to the face that sent her to the ground for interfering with him. You watched hopelessly as he stopped beating you and brought his beatings upon her before tossing her to the dirty mattress.
"I raised animals apparently." He muttered.
You shut your eyes, praying it end, but when you reopened them, you found yourself in a shed, looking at your own grown form covered in blood. In front of you was Jade with torn cloths along with bruises on her body as she stared at the ceiling aimlessly. She was dead on the inside and next to the table she was laying upon was Muck with his throat slit. You watched as yourself stare down at your hands drenched in blood and begin to panic.
Soon, that man’s right hand from the shadows behind you rest on your shoulder as he pushed you against the table. You could only watch in horror as he whispered terrible wretched things into your ear as his hands travelled around your body. Most of these words were telling you the joys of killing weaklings, but something behind were manipulating. Then, it clicked, or more likely snapped. Jade looked at your suffering face and whispered: “A thousand damned souls…I curse you upon a thousand damned souls.” Those words stung you in the heart, stabbed your back multiple times, and erased the hope in you.
There, he finished her by himself, stabbing a small knife into her throat, forcing you to watch her choke and muffled out cries of pain. You began to cry, seeing how the woman who protected you for many years beside Muck died before your eyes from the monster. Then the sound of the door breaking down caused the man to turn around quickly, being pinned down to the ground. You did not react to anything when they took you down, too. All you were looking at was Jade’s corpse as well as Muck’s.
When everything returned to normal, you shook your head in fright, staring around to the confusion you fell into. You were back in Abel’s office. Your face was stained with tears as you looked at him, trembling from the terror that had befallen upon you so long ago. The vile things he committed upon you. That blasted man. York. And Jade had cursed you for it.
“The Goddess understands all, my child.” Abel spoke.
‘A sacred line is between us and God, on his side, however, only the dead may cross.’
“What you’ve seen was only a mere hologram cast from your memories. What triggered those memories to surface before you was the goddess’ blessing. Do you know why you are actually here, child?” Abel asked, folding his hands together. You looked at him quietly and shook your head.
“You are here for to be—“Father Abel, Pinkamena demands a word from you, she knows you have the child of our motherly goddess with you.”
You stare in shock at the patient that burst into the priest’s room in a state of terror. Looking at Abel, you saw the disturbance in his old wise eyes. What was going on in his head? Why did she want to talk to him?
“Tell her I will be on my way.” He said, getting up from his seat. He soon glanced at you and frowned.
“Yes, Father Abel.” The patient said, closing the door.
“I must speak to her,” he said, resting his left hand on your shoulder, “please…come with me. I will help you leave this place.”
You were stunned at first; he truly was a trusting old man. You quickly got up and were led out into the hallway. Standing next to the door was a brown skin patient in his sixties, looking weak and hungry, but the loyal look in his eyes shown the will to live.
“Brother Terrae will assist on your escape for now. Follow him and do as he says. He will lead you to the passage leading into the main lobby of the facility, that way you will be able to escape this hell. I will…stall Pinkamena.” Abel said, walking down the hallway, leaving you behind with the old brown eye man.
You wanted to thank the old priest, but you figured it would be best to just get out. Time was vital. It took only a few minutes for the old man to lead you into the back of an altar. Where you were taken to was a place of worship, a small form of the inside of a cathedral. You did not question the man or was allowing to since he remained silent most of the time. Behind the altar was a golden bowl full of symbolic crosses that bear the symbol of the sun.
Terrae picked up one cross and turned around, facing a painting of a begging woman holding up a reed to the sun while a tormented man held up a serpent. You could have sworn you saw that somewhere, but it was unknown who it came from or what origins it contained. Terrae inserted the key into the painting and twisted it right. Nothing happened so far, until the altar behind you began moving forward. There, in the depths of the darkness that a ladder led down to was your way into the main lobby.
Turning your head to Terrae, you found yourself confused and shock to see that the old man was gone. You did not waste time to think, instead, you began climbing down into the darkest pits. Soon, you found yourself in a one-way path full of mud and rats that scurry around your feet. You had to ignore the grotesque smell of filth and decided to walk on forward, but you stopped after almost vomiting. What caused such actions was not only the odor, but the pile of feces. You hurried, not wanting to stay in this pathway any longer.
You soon found the ladder to your exit. Climbing fast, you emerged into a security room empty and quiet. Though, it was only quiet for a while until you broke it with a gasp. A Blue Coat was pinned to the wall and his head was the only limb missing. You shook your head in horror before looking at the security monitors. Your body remained calm quickly as you got up and started walking towards the large screens. There, standing at the entrance of the Worship wing, was Abel and Pinkamena. Beside her were the Tall Man and the Mad Warden.
You could not hear what they were talking about and became desperate because of it. You scanned the keyboards on the table and found a volume button. Increasing it not too high, you were able to hear their conversation and remain observant.
“You came for the child of the goddess, daughter of Satan, but you will not be able to take him once he reaches paradise.” Abel said calmly.
“One cannot simply reach paradise so easily, Father Abel. A priest who sinned like you should know that already. Where are you holding him up?” Pinkamena asked. Her giggly tone was vile and sent a chilling wave up your back.
“I will not tell you, you should already know that.” He said, shaking his head disappointingly.
“If you won’t tell me, I will have to make you…or…search this place myself.” She said, her tone growing irritated.
The priest remained silent.
Pinkamena frowned, rubbing her forehead before snapping her fingers with her left hand. The Tall Man walked up to the priest and grabbed his forehead with his massive right hand. You shook your head, figuring where this was going to lead to and prayed the man survive, but prayers were unable to be heard and deep in your soul, you knew angels would never dare come to this place.
“Forgive me, father.” The Tall Man said.
“Child, you have already been forgiven. Your soul lies within heaven, but your body is only a shell where the daughter of Satan is controlling. Do what you must, but do not worry…you are still loved by the Goddess.” Abel spoke.
You shut your eyes after hearing the sudden snap of his neck. The Tall Man’s strength was unbelievable and brutal. You stared at the keyboard beginning to feel your sad emotions boil up. Eventually, you froze in fear after Pinkamena giggled.
“It seems that Cursed One is enjoying the show.” The mad warden said, staring at the camera with a malicious grin.
How did he figure out your location? You shook your head in disbelief before putting aside your questions and leaving the room quickly. Once you opened the door, you came face to face with the small patient you found through your horrors within Charon’s Tunnel.
“Hello.” He greeted before swinging a large metal object at you. Cold steel collided against your face as you were brought to the ground with a sudden thud. You could feel pain rack your entire body as your muscles ceased to function. Soon, your vision became fuzzy as your hearing emitted only echoes.
“Ms. Diane Pie, I got your gift, do you want me to deliver you it?” His voice echoed. When darkness started to consume your vision and numbness spread across your body, you could hear that maniacal giggle.
“Take him to a cell,” she ordered, "From there...I will speak about the special news.”
‘We are sinners, my child. All of us from birth. We carry them like a disease. We spread them like a virus. We are sinners, my child. We are damned to hell from the start. But…that could be prevented…if you seek that light I’ve guided you into…as well as your mother.’
Was this it, your chance of freedom being swept away from the grips belonging to that vile devil? Tears strained down your cheeks as you watched yourself being taken through rows of chairs into the main atrium. You shook your head left and right, denying that this was happening. You believed at first it was a dream, but as you were endlessly pushed around in the strapped wheelchair by the small deceiving man, you knew your life’s end approached with Death right behind it.
When the man stopped, he turned you around until you were facing the entrance which you came from. There, in a white wedding gown was Pinkamena softly smiling at you. Next to her was the Tall Man that gazed at you with his emotionless stare that froze you in fear. But your fear was pushed aside once you took notice of the devilish mare’s steps. As she proceeded towards you, you began struggling to get out of the leather binds, but remained unsuccessful.
You soon stopped and stared at the wrist of hers as she gently cupped your cheek and moved your chin up to stare into her soulless eyes. What did she want with you? Why was she so obsessed with you? She should have killed you, you thought plenty of times, and at least death would ease your suffering from this place.
“It’s amazing, how it took so long for us to get you. Do you know how long it has been since your first attempt in leaving this place?” she asked, tilting her head lightly right, leaning down to your eye level, “three days, crazy, huh? Three days has passed and so far it felt like weeks.”
She let go of you and backed away in a twirling motion. When she stopped, she glared at you with a seductive smile and slowly walked towards you. She sat down on your lap and twiddled around with your hair. You felt uncomfortable and violated. Already she had had her way with you and there was nothing more she could do to make it worse but taunt you.
“Don’t worry; you will spend your life with me here, beside me where you rightfully belong because…a Cursed One like you…deserves only torment and punishment for their doing, huh?” She asked, as if she knew of the torment you been through.
You mentally question if what happened back then was really all your fault. Did the one mare you saw as your mother cursed you for her death? You shook your head, but it became still when she grasped it and lifted your face up to hers. You wanted to be released from her sinful hands. Her breath was laced with iron and sweets as if she had been eating some pastries.
Suddenly, the lights went out as the sound of the fire alarm went off. Glass shattering into pieces rung through your ears along with the sound of hollering. Eventually, gunshots flashed in the darkness before an explosion was set off. You felt the force blow you back. Eventually, you felt someone’s hands in the darkness unloosing the straps before a flickering light down a hallway leading towards stairs shined ahead of you.
Fear pushed you as you got up and did not dare look back. You ran into the hall, stumbling a bit, but keeping your balance heading towards the way out the place. When you began running up the steps, you stopped and gasped once a patient rolled down the steps covered in fire. You watched as he cried out in agony from the scorching flames. You continued running, entering into another hallway that led you into the second floor of the atrium. Your memory began jogging quickly as you suddenly remembered that the exit was close by.
Taking a left, you continue running, passing by the fire that was busy spreading around, eating away at the wooden floor, the furniture, and drapes. When you came to the stairway, you stopped and looked down seeing that your only way of escaping was blocked by burning debris.
You soon flinched when you heard the gunshots ranging out in the air. Turning around, you saw the path where the elevator was located at and took it. You were glad you encountered no madmen yet, but escaping the collapsing place. When the elevator was at a good distance, you picked up your pace. Suddenly, the ceiling above you gave way and a pile of metal debris on fire fell down, crushing through the wooden floor, causing you to fall down.
You held onto the baseboard of the wall, staring down at the dark hole where the debris continued to be burn. Pulling yourself up, you soon leaped over the hole and quickly ran towards the elevator. When you pressed the button, you looked back and saw from down the hallway a group of black suit masked men entering into the hall holding sub-machine guns. When they spotted you, they opened fired. You duck as the bullets missed and when the elevator opened, someone grabbed you and pulled you in. The doors closed as bullets continue to fly by missing you.
When you looked up, you saw Terrae looking at you calmly. You sighed in relief, but watched as the elevator ascended up the floors. Shaking your head, you got up and gave him a thankful nod. When the steel doors opened, you turned to face down the hallway that led a few corridors to your room and saw many injured patients. Few were treating others while others lied dead on the ground covered in blood and bullet wounds.
“They’ve come…for you.” Terrae spoken, causing you to look at him.
“They only wish to kill you while the daughter of Satan wishes to marry you. We seek to save you and get you as far away from this place as possible.” One patient, covered in burnt marks coughed out.
You were glad, relieved that these type of patients wanted to help you on your escape, but curious to who were the Black Suits? Why did they want to kill you? Stress was possibly expected if you decided to take your time and think about it, so you decided to ignore why and worry about getting out in general.
“There is still a way out of here. Father Abel forgot to mention that there is a secret passage located in the cafeteria. Making it over there will be difficult, but I am sure you been through many dreadful obstacles that you are ready for whatever you have to get through.” Terrae said. You nodded your head, but deep down you were frightened.
“I will lead you to the cafeteria passage, but I cannot assist you anymore from there. You will be on your own. Be warn though, the daughter of Satan will not be too far back behind. Those reapers may be after you, but she is smart enough to pass by their eyes faster than a poison would when it sinks into your heart.”
You wanted to thank him, but he silenced you and motioned you to quickly follow him. As you two walked down the hallway, you looked back at all the other patients becoming worry. For once, you actually thought about others than yourself in this place. You could trust them, but what of their safety. Was it safe to stay up here?
As you two stopped in front of a stairway door, Terrae frowned, staring at the injured patients. “None of us will last any longer. Soon, we will, too, be taken away by death.” With that being said, you knew they were fated to die. Terrae entered into the stairway and proceeded cautiously down the stairs. You stood behind him and this time did not look back.
Death waited for no man after all, it was time’s decision to decide when it will catch up to you.
‘Mercy can only be shed off to the wicked ones, not the blessed.’
The descent down the dreary stairs was more frightening than you would not expect them to be. Just making quiet footsteps and you can hear the chaos ensuring below, either from shouting maniacs or gunfire from the Black Coats. Terrae kept quiet, making careful glances back at you to make sure you were right behind him as he lead you towards possible freedom. A bit of you did not want to leave your only safe place, but you push aside those thoughts and focused on living. You were possibly in need of professional medical attention after your previous encounters with the goons Pinkamena had on you.
You only wished that there was some possible chance that everything that occurred today was actually a dream. Sadly, you weren’t granted a fresh wake-up call to see your wishes be crush so violently, that your hope was laden with gloom and despair. Once you two reached the ends of the steps, Terrae looked at two doors, ones you’ve never seen before. When you wanted to find out what floor you were on, he hushed you, pointing at the door to your right and motioned you to follow him towards the door on the left.
You remained silent, following him into the a new room full of janitor equipment, but also a few large machines that seemed to supply power to the foundation of this sinful place. He closed the door behind you and rested on his knees, motioning you to do the same. Once the two of you did, the lights went off and silence became a blanket over both your ears. But that blanket was torn off when you nearly jumped from the sound of an explosion. You saw specks of flashlights shining around in the darkness, casting an illumination on whatever was in its path.
Terrae peeked only once before ducking down once one ray of light passed by. Soon, the sounds of footsteps going up stairs were heard, along with orders that quietly died out from their ascension. While they were gone, Terrae and you exited the room quietly and saw through the destroyed door where they came from. The hallway was littered with gunned corpses as if the patients had nowhere else left to run to. It seemed like they had them crowded and enough ammunition to take them all down with ease before pushing on.
Terrae may have not shown it, but you could feel the sadness within him as he casted his brethren a look of gloom. They probably didn’t deserve it, perhaps they were trying to hide, but you had no time to give any more theories to yourself to deciding if these patients deserved death or not. Terrae thought the same, as he motioned you to continue following him through the hallway of the decay.
This place had a taste for long hallways, but at least provided good cover on the corners. When you two made it to the end, he opened a steel door before you and revealed a backdoor passage. You could now see Princess Luna’s glooming moon, standing behind its bravado that glittered fake light to allure poor fools like you into its deceiving arms. Nothing was warm or great to look at, not now after what happened. You hated the moon, the sun, the sky, and all of life; you hated the death of others you had once began caring for, the pain, the betrayal, and curse that had befallen upon you.
You only asked for another chance to live the next day, to see your world not fall apart, and to be away from the torment that society had pressed upon you to the ground. You were a murderer!
You are a murderer!
Those thoughts caused you to freeze in your tracks, making Terrae grow restless and annoyed. He was struggling to move you forward so you can escape, but only managed to pull you close to a trashcan near an air vent. You remained still, glaring at the moon with hatred, but thinking about those memories that flooded into you. You murdered the woman that treated you with love and watched the man that cared for you bleed out after trying to save you both. It was not that fake father’s fault. He adopted you and you fell into his dark trap. It was your fault.
You killed her.
You’re a murderer! YOU ARE A MUDERER!
Soon, your cheek burned as you felt a spike of pain course through your body. It stung, but it woke you back up into reality when you stared at Terrae. He slapped you to get you back together, to save you, and to ensure you live. He did not need to say it, but he needed you alive as much as you needed him. You were being helped, not tricked. A sudden reminder also passed by your head when you remembered the other patients giving their lives to protect you from Pinkamena’s followers and the Black Suits.
How could you ever forget that? Out of everything that you have been through, the pain you suffered, and the madness you were plunged further beyond imagination, how could you ever forget such a thing? These people, just them were here to help you and get you out. It was either because they too wanted to be free, to follow some prophecy, or out of the good part of their hearts, they wanted you to be free.
So you nodded your head to him, affirming that you were focus and not distracted anymore. Terrae nodded back before turning his attention forward. He began to slowly lead you out of this area, heading towards a massive side of the building where a metal door. That door had to lead you somewhere out of this place, though it would be sad for you to leave the outside for now and head back into the devil’s throat. All of that hate you had for the sky and moon quickly vanished.
The door was no opened and Terrae were now leading you through the long hallway that soon came to an end at some cafeteria. The cafeteria was massive, almost similar to the atrium but with pillars at some ends to support the foundation of the building. Terrae stopped and looked at a nailed in map of the building and pointed at one section of the building you both were in which was the Southeast wing.
The Southeast wing actually was closest to the second head chief of the building. No one knew much about the man, but that he was related to the one of the very founders of the facility and provided an enormous amount of funding to the facility. This part of the hallway was split into many directions with nailed arrows marked with room number locations and a few exits, however, the ones marked as exits were scratched with black markers as if bookmarks or warnings to alarm you that the way they are seeking had been block.
Terrae led you through the hall, taking a few turns and two, only to pause and motioned you to get against the wall so that you can blend in with the darkness. The sound of approaching footsteps gave you a big reason why he wanted you against the wall as he went into the pitch black. While the two of you were blended in the darkness, you noticed the red small orbs glowing and moving in the distance, heading down your path.
“Scepter-Seven, this is Unit-3, target has not been found yet. We are still looking; so far no hostiles interfered with the mission at the current moment. Is there any news on Doctor Marx?”
Doctor Marx?
“Roger that, heading over to apprehend Cinderella, Unit-3 out.” The commander of the group stated, before moving on ahead with his men. As you watch them go away, Terrae motion you to follow quietly.
A few minutes have passed since you two made your way through the dark hallway. When it came to an end, Terrae paused at a metal doorway and had an expression of horror. Slowly grabbing the handle and pulled it back. The both of you froze in terror once the door was opened wide for there; sitting down in the center of a candle lighted circle was the madman from the cell block area deep within Charon’s tunnels.
When he looked up at you both, his grin of terror appeared on his face, for the next thing that happened; you felt gravity break off from your contact as you were lifted off the ground and toss into a pile of metal chairs. You grunted, gritting your teeth in pain before staring ahead at Terrae struggling to break free of the Tall Man’s grip. A dark boot suddenly collides into the side of your face, knocking you out instantly with a dark cackling laugh belonging to the madman of the cell block.
“Wakey-wakey.” You heard those vile words coming off from the worse of the worse. As you began opening your eyes, you could feel those terrible orbs belonging to the hell spawn herself gazing at you in the pitch black. You were strapped by wrist to the ceiling while your ankles were tied down to bolted metal chairs on the ground. When the lights went on, you flinched from the sudden brightness that harmed your pupils. You have not seen such bright light like this in a long time and have been spending your time in the darkness for too long.
When your eyes started to grow use to the light, you finally gained sight to see that the room you were in was no other than a circular room with an electric chair to your right that Terrae was strapped to. Your eyes widened as you as started to panic, struggling to get free, but it was pointless, you were trapped like this and Pinkamena before you, naked and with a smile enjoyed the sight of your terror. She licked her lips slowly before spreading her legs, allowing you to see the wet folds of her sex that had some blood from her latest victims she probably murdered being naked.
“I have been filled by you, just wondering if you still wanted to see what you obtained…what you broke to make a whole within me, my mate.” She said.
Just hearing her voice made you wanted to vomit, but you had no time for that, you put your focus on Terrae remaining still and firm while he was strapped to that chair to another realm, that realm being death. Standing next to the levers were the Mad Warden and Tall Man each waiting for Pinkamena’s word to pull it down, indicating that this was an execution. You shook your head in terror not wanting one of the only people in your life to die like this. Terrae didn’t deserve this sort of death, it was too cruel and meant for criminals.
But then it hit you.
You were a criminal. Why didn’t you get strapped to that chair instead of Terrae? It hurt your head to think about it, but you had to know, something was not right. Why was Pinkamena doing this to you? Was it out of satisfaction for her sadistic needs? Was it to break you? Or was it to open your eyes to a truth you long hidden away from the world but sadly not society?
“Oh, my love…today’s a great day. You see, Terrae right here is sadly the final heretic amongst Abel’s group. He will surely burn in hell for all that’s worth.” Pinkamena said, wrapping her arms around your waist, pressing her breast against your back end. This mare was nuts, she spoke of things you did not understand and treated you like some sort of lover. She was sick, not for the fact she raped you, but for the fact she considered you her mate.
“Terrae, do you have any final words?” The Tall Man asked, gazing at the quiet man calmly.
Terrae remained silent, before his eyes moved towards you casting a gaze of sadness. You were feeling what he felt and understood why he stared at you so sadly. He failed to get you out of here alive. His failure not only cost his life, but put yours in danger. Now, instead of the Black Coats taking you down, you were in Pinkamena’s clutches.
“No final words, huh? Well that’s really sad.” Pinkamena said, before looking over at her two lackeys. “You know what to do, we must haste so hurry up.” She ordered calmly.
Terrae looked back at the windows, gazing at the empty chairs as if he was looking at somebody else beyond that frame. It struck you again when you realized that Terrae were not afraid to die. He was actually ready, with open arms from his soul to death’s touch. Shutting his eyes, you did too, already hearing Pinkamena giggle once the levers were pulled down and their rusty nails creaked. The light up above you began buzzing as the generator nearby started to rumble. You can hear Terrae groaning and moaning in pain, but not screaming at all. It was strange, but it was like the man refuse to scream either because he was mute or he denied giving the mad mare satisfaction.
You kept your eyes shut, tightly and sealed, while tears streamed down your face from the terrible event occurring before you. You were all criminals, but Terrae, no matter what crime, the kindness he shown and life of his he risked for you, he did not deserve this…
You did.
When everything suddenly went silent with a sudden shut down on the generator, Pinkamena’s giggle became a pure maniacal laughter.
“Death by electricity! How rich and classic! It may have its old elements, but it is rich and classic I will say! Good job boys! We must now head off to complete the ceremony, let’s not waste time now, we need to…shit.” Her sudden pause caused you to slowly open your eyes, only to be blinded by the blast of an explosion from the spectator side of the room that snapped you free from your wrist.
You landed on your back hard, groaning in pain before feeling your wrist again. When you looked around Pinkamena was gone along with the other three indicating that they left you behind in the room being infested by the smoke from destroyed section. The room was on fire and smoke was already clouding you in if you did not escape. Quickly out of pure panic you rushed to your ankles and unstrapped the leather bounds that confined you to the chair. You choked from the smoke, struggling up to your feet and limping towards the exit near the generator, but as soon as you got to the door, a gunshot was heard right behind you causing you to flinch and stumble to the ground terrified.
“We spotted the target!” A black coat yelled from the cloudy spectator room causing you to rush up from the ground and through the door using your elbow to bust through it. After almost stumbling to the ground, you started to run down the long stone lighted hallway until you took a right turn and froze in a mid-fright terror. The area was littered with corpses of scientists, each decapitated or impaled to the wall with steel bolts embedded in their chest, skulls, or hands to which their stomachs were disemboweled.
What the fuck happened here?
You had no time to wonder, you had to leave now. So you ran down the hallway, ignoring the blood splattering onto your clothes that reeked of long death and decay. This was just too much. When you spotted and exit you rushed towards it, only to come close to a door on your right that exploded forward, pushing you into another room. Your body flew through a window and as if in slow motion you can see fire coming straight at you as if in the form of a dog. You panicked and cover your face as the fire dog snap its jaws and bark.
Time play back to its normal rate as you flew down and landed on a bench, crying out in pain before groaning from the immense agony it applied upon you. They were destroying this place, one step at a time and you were important to obtain even if you were dead or alive. These Black Coats and Pinkamena’s group, they wanted you no matter what.
You struggled up on your feet before gazing around realizing that morning was close to hit at end. Though, the only ominous touch to this was that headache giving fog that smothered the surroundings around you. It was too hard to see, but at least there were some lamp poles with illuminating lights. When you turned to your left you noticed a gate and a passage leading into the forest. Your eyes widened as freedom was right there before you.
You began limping towards your freedom, walking down the mossy stone steps before going pass the fences that were covered in green fresh vines. When you grabbed the handle you, pushed the gates open, and the passage out of here was given. This was it, your chance out of here.
“You never learn, do you?” You froze before turning around quickly earning a baton to a face. Blood came out your mouth along with one of your teeth, as you began struggling to crawl away, only to cry out in pain when the baton struck your back. It was the Mad Warden.
“For so long I hated you! Now I am going to make you pay! Every ounce of me is going to enjoy this! ONE BIT YOU FUCK!” He yelled stomping your back. The Mad Warden soon picked you up by the shoulder and slammed you against the fence thrusting the baton into your stomach, knocking the air right out of you. “You fucking don’t understand you sack of shit…huh?” He questioned lifting your face up by pulling back your head, slamming the back of your skull against the fence. “YOU ARE NEVER FREE…” He cocked back his arm with the baton, “NEVER!” He swung smashing the hard stick into your face, destroying it and knocking you out in the process.
Darkness came back at you as you felt sore pain course through your body. When your eyes slowly open you were disorientated and too weak to move. Looking left and right the best you could, you realized that you were being dragged through the hallway while white candles were placed down from the sides of the walls with Sun symbols painted in blood. Soon you blacked out again.
It took a few minutes to awake to find out that you were still being dragged, but this time through the cell block floor. You looked left and right, and to your right a disturbing scene was being conducted in grotesque cruel matters.
“You fucking love it don’t you!? HUH? YOU FUCKING LOVE ME!” A prisoner yelled, thrusting his shaft into the headless corpse of an inmate while another inside was actually jacking off. The site made you feel sick before passing out from the excessive disorientation.
When you finally awoke, you gasped in terror finding yourself being pulled down a basketball court with hanging corpses of the employees. You looked from your waist to see the Mad Warden push through doors, dragging you into a swimming pool area near the deep section. The sound of someone diving into water was soon heard as water splashed on the side. The warden paused and looked at the emerging individual and chuckled lightly before looking at you with disgust.
“I caught him.” He stated aloud.
“Good, we finally can settle some ends once and for all.” Pinkamena’s vile voice was heard as you started to regain back your attention and thoughts.
As soon as she gotten to you, she was wet and naked, but also cleaned of blood that had stained her body from before. “Look at him, so fresh and well. I do think you hurt him a bit too much though; try to go easy on him next time if he acts up.” She said, looking at the Warden with an annoyed expression.
“Of course.” He said, nodding with a soft smile.
“Good, now that he is here, we can finally complete the,” she soon was interrupted from the abrupt explosion up above that caused some specks of dirt and dust to fall. “Those damn soldiers…it seems Robert does not wish to stop looking for him and getting rid of that other pest that’s been up and running.”
You started to struggle, only to find out that your wrists were bound again, but this time they were actually cuffed. The Warden turns to you and chuckles before pressing his boot against your face.
“You know, this fuck really pisses me off. I know you need him, but honestly, why can’t we just kill him, or let those assholes up there take him out? Or even better, introduce him as bait for the other patient in this fucked place?”
“We won’t have either of that.” The Tall Man stated, walking pass you and stopping in front of The Warden.
“Glad you can make it.” Pinkamena said with a soft smile at the Tall Man before gazing at you with a grin. “Now, let’s take care of this.” She said.
“Finally.” The Warden said, before raising his boot and stomping down on your face, knocking you back out.
‘The world around us is too fucked up in the head.’
‘When God Gave birth to man, she hung herself just by the sight of her creations.’
You breathed in and out once you awoke to unforgiving view of the church that Abel kept you. Bodies of the followers that stood behind to protect you hung by their ankles with mangled faces and singed skin, with blood dripping down on the wooden benches that stood in each row facing you. This was no place of worship anymore; this was a place of pure grotesque. The sidelines from what you could see were crazies that followed Pinkamena, praying in a chant that was unfamiliar to you, but gave off that ominous touch of horror that made you realize…something was off. Something was really off.
It later dawn upon you that you realized that you were crucified with rope to the giant statue of Celestia, facing the entire area of the worshipping grounds. You struggled to get free, but sadly you fail. You began to panic when the sounds of the crazies’ chanting increased in volume, becoming nothing more than a din of cacophonous auditory agony.
“The ceremony is about to start,” Pinkamena’s voice froze you in place as she slowly looked ahead at the two doors of the entrance opening wide. She walked in, this time with her patient outfit not covered in blood. Beside her were the Mad Warden and Tall Man, her perhaps last two loyal lieutenants to these maddening individuals that spoke nonsense that drove your mind mad.
The ceiling above your hood shook causing some small pebble size debris to fall onto the ground. The short tremor caused Pinkamena to groan before staring back up at the ceiling with an annoyed expression. You listened closely and could hear gunshots, already knowing the Black Coats were cleaning away any in their path. It was going to be a matter of time before they reached this unholy area.
“They want you too, huh? Abel had you, but it was a good thing we intervened right? At least we were able to intervene on his plans, right? Now you are all mine.” Pinkamena said, walking towards you. She rested her palms against your stomach before looking up with a soft smile, “Don’t worry, this ceremony will be completed soon.”
What did she mean about this ceremony? What special purpose did you have in this world? Why did she wanted you—no—why was she so obsess with you? Soon, the place shuck again, and the only one who grew annoyed by this was the Mad Warden that was giving you a cold-hearted glare. You could feel the animosity leaking off from those glinting orbs upon a sick-minded man. Something was beyond wrong with him as there was with everybody in the facility.
It struck you then from there that you were nothing more than waste to him, but waste for the fact Pinkamena was obsessed with you instead of him. As of Cain, the Mad Warden hated you for that one purpose. You were special and he was not.
But why were you so special? You were waste really.
“Shall we begin?” The Tall Man asked, looking at you with a calm expression.
“Of course, of course,” Pinkamena answered, walking to the center of the walkway, “My followers! Today’s the day where the gate of Paradise shall be open! Finally, after our long walk through this painful pilgrimage , after our terrible encounter with the outsiders deemed heretics and sinners, and after such calamities of those we loved being swept away by the incarnates of Abbadon. Today is the final day! The Arc has been brought before us and it is us who will aboard it and be off to Paradise!”
Her voice was that of some preacher and those that followed behind her praying, were raising their voices further in their cacophonous chant. You started to slowly panic, trying your best to get loose of the rope bounds, for you could feel it. That terrible feeling of danger was already before you, but clear and visible. If those Black Coats didn’t get you, these mad people would and surely it would be worse than a bullet to the head.
“My followers, Paradise awaits!” She yelled, pulling out a chief’s butcher knife that was tucked underneath her shirt. Your heart began to race as she slowly approached you with her sick traditional grin. “Paradise…will be…,” When she gotten close, she raised her blade in a stabbing position aiming it at your chest, “Open!” She yelled swinging it down.
Suddenly, the tremor from above was felt again, but this time strong to the fact, an explosion came off from the entrance and windows. The sudden shock and awe took the woman before you by surprise, sending her to the side with a painful grunt. However, for you, the statue of Celestia was not strong enough for such an explosion that hit in omnidirectional proportions. You gasped and yelled as the statue fell to the side, breaking apart and shattering into pieces. You were free, but left with a large sharp piece of rock lodged in your right wrist.
You did not have time to worry about the bleeding wound or the pain racking in your back, you had to get out of the place before more trouble arise. Another explosion set off before gunshots behind you were heard. Survival instincts kicked in when you rushed forward spotting a window before you that led outside.
“No! You can’t escape!” Pinkamena yelled, causing fear to further once you felt her anger rise. It was now or never and hopefully would this leap not be a leap off a two story drop. When you jumped, you felt another powerful force collide against your back, pushing you not only through the window, but over a sharp metal pointed fence with saint engraftments. You yelled before crying out in pain once you collided against the dirt with your enemy.
You looked around to find yourself in the back of the church where a sewer passage was seen that could probably be your gateway out of this god-forsaken place. You soon turned your attention to the man that tackled you, being no other than the Mad Warden himself. Aside from the pain coming down on your back from the fall and blood leaking out from your wrist, which the piece of sharp stone was stuck in, you were having difficulties standing up.
“You son of a bitch, you filthy son of a bitch!” he hissed, getting up to his feet with a bit of difficulty. You noticed that he fractured his left wrist but was holding his baton on the right. “I’m gonna kick your goddamn ass!” He yelled, stumbling towards you, before swinging his baton.
You panicked, falling back as he missed you by an inch. Taking the opportunity fast, you pushed yourself up to your feet and began limping towards the sewer entrance steel door that was wide open, allowing cold wind to brush through your bleeding feet.
“You’re not going anywhere, bitch!”
You were unable to completely comprehend the sudden force of pain that coursed through the back of your head once the Warden swung his baton at you. You stumbled nearby a rail that began creaking and felt too dizzy to focus on the mad man stumbling towards you with blood dripping down his baton.
“You bitch!” He yelled swinging again, only to trip on his foot and stumbled into you, causing the sharp small slab of stone to impale into his stomach, but this did not ended so well for you. The rail against your back broke apart causing the sharp stone to slide across the right, cutting open the warden’s stomach before the two of you crashed down onto a rusty steel floor grating that broke apart. The two of you plummet into the darkness until you both finally landed in murky, dirty water that splashed around.
If you could express pain, you surely expressed it with a painful cry as the sharp stone in your wrist was pried off, embedded into the dying warden’s stomach. He was disemboweled from not only the plummet but the landing caused your wrist to push the sharp stone deeper into him. At least you were free of such agony, but you were still bleeding out and the heavy water that reached up to your waist was making it hard for you to get up.
You began looking around, struggling to keep yourself together before spotting a path down the tunnel. Perhaps that was your way out towards freedom for desperation was surely enable. But first, you needed to get medical attention to your fracture and bleeding wrist. The Warden sadly was submerged into the water, unable to move, but put to drown for his fate had already been decided.
Slowly, you began limping through the water, feeling your body grow weak from the blood loss and excessive pain you received upon your collision. It took a minute to reach the steel stairs, while using the wall as leverage, to get on the walkway, heading towards the metal door. You panted, feeling your body now growing closer at a violent rate to shutting down as the door ahead of you, revealed by the dimmed illuminating lamps was spotted.
Closer and closer, you reached out to grab the handle, but suddenly the door opened wide and you were introduced by a bright light that blinded you. You covered your eyes with your free working hand to adjust to such a glare, but when you did, all you saw was your death. Black Coats, aiming their Sub-machine guns at you. You had no time to react, no time to scream, and no time to back away before one opened fire, putting a round into your chest that blew you back, instantly throwing you back onto the ground. Darkness clouded your vision, as the pain slowly slipped away, pressing your body into numbness.
“Target has been incapacitated, returning to the objective main-point. Prepare to tidy up the Operation.”
"The only Hope pertaining to your existence, was the One seeking to End it."
The light was warm, your body was numb, and the last bits of hope you yearned for felt as if presented to you by some godly like entity basked in a glow of pure luminosity. The touch of its gentle rays made you at ease, as your vision may have been blinded, but your numbed body could only feel as if all the stress, weight of fear, and troubling pain suffered from those torturous events had healed away. But realization; the clarity to awaken you into the pits of a terrible truth, had plunged you back to where you were really at.
You found yourself sitting comfortably upon a leather chair before a woman behind her desk. Her long cerulean-lime-and combed hair was over her shoulders, shadowing a bit of her collar upon her fine brown suit. But what made her so alluring than her proper, business attire, and hair style was the purple eyes that gaze at yours. You felt the authority and power behind those pupils, the sensation of true distinction between you and her. But how did you get in here, and who was she?
As large as the room was with some bookshelves on the right side corners of the wall, and the fine artwork of lakes and buildings, even the old town of Ponyville. You could not help but feel safe here, but also frightened. Here you were before a large powerful creature whom had the eyes of a powerful presence, but remained quiet and observant of you before her.
"Pinkamena screw up what was actually planned. I swear, you give one of the most manipulative and dangerous person in the world a simple plan, and they screw it up out of confusion. She was not supposed to have the entire facility after you, she was supposed to protect you. Now she lost it, and the place is going to hell." She spoke, "My name is Celestia...I am sure you know very much about me."
Of course you did, you had to, or it would have been your life in the beginning of this hell.
“I like to apologize for what Pinkamena had put you through. I am sure the pain is still there and your body is racked with agony, but I like to assure you that my doctors did the best of their abilities to ensure you were patched up and apply as much antibiotics to subdue any abnormal residue that had flooded into your body. No pour soul deserves to go through the hell you have been through.”
She could say that again as you thought.
“And I would like to apologize to you for having you here confused and perhaps wondering why I had my men put you down. It is simple…I need your help and surely you would need mine. But first we must talk about Pinkamena and how you will help me put an end to her nonsense that she had spurred up and how I can continue my plans for this place.”
By then you felt this was not needed and that all you really wanted was to get out of this place. Whatever plans she had in store matter little to you, all that matter was surviving for the next day.
“I am sure you are aware how this place was built and what made it function the way it was made to be. There were originally bosses put in task for each wing and hopefully the main building in general, but after the event where Pinkamena was taken in, I had no choice but to come over and ensure nothing went wrong. You see, I sent her here. To find and get you out of here to me.”
You froze and eventually glared angrily at Celestia. How could she allow a psychopathic woman like Pinkamena to even step a foot closer to you, let alone be breaths away? The things she has done to you, the terrible moments she put you through, and the lives she had taken just to get you…it was wrong. It was maddening. By then you knew you had to hate her. It was her fault.
“You’re probably angry,” she began, “but I assure you I had great reasons to allow Pinkamena to walk into this place. She was arrested and sentenced to death row after detectives found missing ponies’ skewer and dismembered within her basement, along with the bodies of Mr. and Mrs. Cake compiled with their children. However, though many insisted I put her life to an end, I saw use in her. When we spoke in an interrogation room to get answers why she committed such a terrible act, she told me in verbatim, “for the sake of feeling something you lost after witnessing the death of someone you loved. From there I figured out the use for her would only benefit me.
“You see, I am in charge in keeping in track of the records in who comes into this place and why. I saw your report when you were young and for some odd reason Pinkamena began and was caught on the same day you were brought here. Not only that, she kept saying she knew you…described so much about you in some romantic fashion…and many other things best left out. I look into your reports, analyzed your entire document and the actions the reports have told of your incident, and the ways how the two people with you from the orphanage were killed. Pinkamena was conducting a similar style to it, almost like a ritual she could not cease or change.
“And investigating the man’s home that adopted you and forced you to bare through such terror I have found…particular books. Like Pinkamena…he too was trying to gain back what he lost. This act is called The Butterfly Metamorphosis. Everyone starts out young and new to the world with pure souls, but once you taint them and allow them to take away other’s, they begin to devour those souls further and further until they reach a cocoon stage. By then, you will break from that shell and become a new creature, being. But it seemed so simple from there…in truth…The Butterfly Metamorphosis was actually a reincarnation ritual conducted by the ancient tribe located in the southern borders below the regions of South Amareica. It was the act of reincarnating a god or lost loved one.”
You were silent now, staring at Celestia in horror. That sick man that forced you through that hell only was doing it for his own gain. To bring back what he lost…but why you…why did he put you through it in the first place then to have killed you. So you looked up at Celestia in confusion, trying to figure out where you were in all of this. And so she answered, sternly and calmly that did not settled down your nerves.
“In truth…I believe just as that man, Pinkamena was going to continue her ritual to bring back the one thing she loved that was lost. Her sister…Inkamena Diane Pie. From what I found out in the paper about her fate was that she died in a rock mine accident, crushed upon the very boulders she was mining, however, they were not the only ones there. A man of some sort was there…when he wasn’t supposed to be. He did something to Pinkamena that made her violent and hostile, uncomfortable when touched, mostly by men, and by far-most persistent to hurt others to hide away her sheets of pain.
“Like Rarity Belle here, there is always someone seeking to harm another in order to gain what they lost. And that can be feelings, pride, will, humanity, and for the most of it…someone you loved. You are here before me because I need you to bring back what I lost…my sister. You are what we have been looking for our entire life. The very cursed creature with enough darkness to open up the gates of the afterlife to return the lost soul of our beloved into the body of an empty husk.”
When you were ready to run out denying such atrocities in becoming someone’s reincarnation, Celestia was fast to pull out a .44 Magnum, aimed at you with cold eyes piercing through your skin. You remained still and hesitant, listening to the rest in what she had to say.
“You will not die…no…but you will no longer have your body. Your soul will be fused with Luna and she will be back with me. That is when I can put everything that has happened to this place behind and finally at peace with my sister. Pinkamena wanted her sister…but it is not my fault or hers that the mine collapsed and took her life away and the man that did whatever tales of horror to her got away, but I assure you this…I will not allow my plans to fail. I have come too far…too far you hear me. Now…we are done talking. I am sorry, but the best I could do was tell you everything before the ritual would begin…now…sleep.”
With that said, you flinched in pain before gasping out when a sharp prick injected an unknown warm fluid into the side of your neck. You felt light and too weak to move, your vision becoming dimmed as your eyes slowly began closing, but as you reached out, you could only see a grin plastered upon Celestia’s face before you were embraced by the darkness once again. Left in the silence of the lambs where your reality will soon surface back once you awoken.
'Your consciousness could Be Liberated free, but you're bound to stay here in this realm; forever."
The water was cold, causing you to shiver as it reached up halfway to your waistline as you proceeded through Charon’s tunnel. You didn’t know where you was going, where you might end up in, or whatever danger was waiting for you with a lead pipe in hand. All that matter…was just heading straight. The slushing sounds and splashing waves of the cold murky depths were simply the only sounds you could hear next to your slow breathing and that loud thumping noise somewhere in the background. But from this, you could really do for a drink, or at least somewhere to sit to ease your muscles and soothe your pain. Whatever way you ended up here, you felt it was best to just not think and keep on moving on…after all…that was what you always had to do.
Move on.
Then you stopped, you gazed at your palms, how scratch up and bruised they were next to the fact they were also dirty. But staring into them all you saw were the hands of a killer…merciless…cruel…dangerous…and gone from this world.
“But how could you be a killer if you never had intentions to kill in the first place?”
You thought about that too, figuring it was better to think further about yourself than whatever you perceived yourself in being in the first place. Here you were…somewhere you had no clue where you actually was in the first place, and contemplating on figuring out if you were a killer or not. That question though…was hard to answer.
So why did things have to make sense? You looked up ahead at the abysmal throat of Charon’s tunnel and started to wonder. Are you a killer or not? Why couldn’t you simply answer such a simple question with only one answer? Why?
The lines begin to blur, the path ahead is stretching out and the last layers of sanity begins to drip its toxic venomous acid upon the ground. You begin to sweat and move faster against the bed of water, but something else was on your mind. Something that could not indent the position you were in, twisted and cold, in which you had no clue where you were going anymore. This place, simply a maze, but only then it was narrowed and ahead.
Water began rising! And the entire path before you was stretching out too far. Until it ceased.
You were awake.
Your eyes slowly opened and only dimmed lamp hanging over you was the best illuminating source of beacon you can grip back your sanity with. When you started to look around, you gazed at the walls and the leaking pipes indicating you were in a boxed in room with rocky walls covered in grime. Such a pitiful site for a dog like you to be in. Then the sound of a door opening, caught your attention as you quickly looked left, pressing against the wall spotting the wooden frame being pulled back to reveal the Tall Man with a dead girl behind him, face buried into the cement of the wall.
For a few seconds he stared at you before moving right, leaving you alone. You struggle up to your feet and took this opportunity to make your escape, but what if it was another trap? You had a hard time believing the easiest way out came with the hardest parts of pain. You peek out into the hallway and noticed the exit sign up ahead was blinking, pointing left. You gulped and began making your way through this mile-long-like hell. Your footsteps echoed, your heart raced with a gripped fear, and your body was ready to go into survival instinct if anything would have popped up. Further and further, it seemed endless, like a conundrum.
That until, "Begone!" You had no time to react fast enough when you felt your body get hit by a powerful weight that caused you to fly into the wall, stunning you to a daze. You soon felt large palms wrapped around your throat as you was lifted into the air, force to stare down at your attacker and to your horror it was the Tall Man.
"The ritual has begun, no time to waste." He stated before slamming your back into the brick wall, causing you to cough out blood, gasping for air. His grip on your throat tightened and he continue to slam you hard against the wall. Harder and harder, he held no restraint as you could feel your life fading, that until the wall broke and you were released from his grasp, falling down violently upon a flight of wooden stairs. When you hit the ground, you had no time to cry out in agony as you watched in a state of passing, your right hand bending back, breaking a bone along with your right ankle's heel breaking through the flesh.
The shock was too much, but your survival instincts became stir, you could see a blur of red in your visions, as the Tall Man descended down the steps, his footsteps echoing with the rapid beat of your heart, you began to crawl, doing whatever you could possibly do to get distance from the man. This was not your day, for the worse of the worse could put your life on the thin line. You looked back, regretting that you did and spotted the Tall Man already down the steps, his gaze fixated on you, as his movement became slower as if toying with your life on the brink to its calamity. You looked ahead, seeing a flash of light, red and neon, and there to your greatest of horrors was the way out…blocked by a Black Coat’s corpse. Your heart sank, your life now impossible to go on any further, and the ending was already here. You did not want to die like this, but fate chose your ending another way. You slowly looked back and there the Tall Man stood, gazing down at you with pity.
You did not need such from the killer, but you were shocked to see he was beginning to change. A broad clear appearance that he had, one different from the others. This appearance of his being almost old, different colored eyes, gray hair, a sharp tooth, and wrinkles on his forehead to imply stress and mid-age. Who was this man?
“You may call me the Entropy, but I do not care which name it is that you can come up with. Demon, monster, the tank, or nemesis. I am of whatever you perceive me to be, one who is only doing what is made to do. It is time for the ritual, there is no going back,” He said, reaching down to grasp your neck, pulling you up into the air as he squeezed your throat once more, ignoring the condition of your body as you could feel your air leaving you along with some rupture ribs.
“Discord!” You heard Celestia yelled, her voice loud, but also full of vicious anger. Discord was his name and as he loosen his grip and turned back to where the sound of the boss’ voice came from, blood splatter across your face as the loud gunshot was heard echoing in this small dark path with little light supporting the exit sign above your head. You fell back crying out in pain, before coughing on your own blood till you spat it out, becoming horrified at the corpse of Discord before you with a solid dark hole in his forehead.
Motionless…stiff…almost as if given a better merciful death than the others. The sound of Celestia’s footsteps were heard and when you turned to face the direction it was coming from, you had no time to react to the powerful force of a solid dark butt of a rifle slamming into your face, knocking you out cold in an instant.
You soon woke up after a few minutes, feeling another surge of blood rush up your throat before you coughed it out. Your body numb and too weak to move, you started to look around, left and right, and found yourself being dragged by two black coats across a white hallway where some people, surviving lab coats resided conversing with one and another and even performing research on any device they can get their hands on. This place was never seen before, especially when you were dragged into a massive room, spread out with a large circular metal platform, form lines connecting to the top left and right; and bottom left and right sections of it. In the center stood a pod with a metal chair in front of it. What resided in the pod stunned you with all its beauty.
Positioned in a fetal position was a small baby. The gestalt of it was almost beautiful, puzzling, and terrifying to question its very purpose in the hellish asylum. This was all planned out since you were a kid.
“Hurry, we must make haste!” Celestia was heard yelling, her voice loud with every order being barked out. You felt too tired to look all the way left and right, your body in no condition to fight out of these soldiers’ grip. When they got you onto the chair, some began placing binds on you attached to the chair, manually tying and locking you tight so movement would be impossible. They knew you had no will left to fight, but still proceeded with their binding, creating the case that something big was going to occur and you were most likely needed to be restrain when it happens.
“I’ve waited years for this, to finally get back what was taken from me. Years of hard work will pay for this and nothing shall come out of vain. The pride in this work will become the epicenter of success. Rebirth shall be settled and so forth the Butterfly Metamorphosis project shall finally be completed. Begin!” She yelled as you could hear the chair begin making a loud static noise along with a vibration going along your ears as the chair started to shake. Though your body was numb, the vibrations and sound would only travel to your ear as you begin to grasp the fact the small life form in the pod was needed in this project.
You began shaking your head left and right, panic starting to stir in you as you began breathing in and out, heart racing, as the thought of fighting back once more to survive echoed like a voice in a hollow cave. Soon, you looked down to see your palms get puncture by needles that started to drain your blood, but also push in another ounce, dark blood specifically came into your body, turning your arms’ veins into blue.
You could now feel the blood, abnormal as it may be, going through your body as you started to gasp for air. As the moment of your life beginning to end flashed through your eyes once more, the chair ceased, the systems halted, and red lights turned on. The binds that kept you down were suddenly released and before you had any chance to react, your body gave out once more, blacking out from the loss of blood and added transfusion. What you did hear though that continued to echo into your unresponsive form was the sound of explosions, along with the agonizing cries of pain the white coats and black coats were giving. Something was happening to stir up the sound of gunshots.
When things started to quiet down, your body returned back to consciousness, you were on the floor in a pool of blood, the wounds you had sustained was no more, but the corpses before you was evidence that a gruesome event occurred. You did not question the strangeness in your body’s energized and healed status and stability that had you on your feet, instead, you could only look left and right in horror of this grotesque sight. Who freed you and why were you still alive?
Celestia was nowhere to be found, but the sound of another person crying out in pain before being silenced was heard not too far from another hallway spotted behind an opened door. The way you imagined him crying was painful, but the sound of a chainsaw was heard becoming responsible for it. It felt better off not investigating it, only just leaving the area. You turned around, seeing the doors you came through, you started to hesitantly rush towards them, glad you gained another chance to survive.
When you opened the two doors, you were blinded by a flash of light. Your vision started to adjust and before you was not what you hoped to see again. Pinkamena wearing a searchlight helmet wielding a baton. Her naked form smeared in blood and unable to react fast enough, she outmatched your speed with not just the sound of her laughter but also movement, swinging her baton hard that collided against your face, knocking you to the ground stunned.
“My precious lover…let’s finish the ritual…together…” Her voice would echo into your head at the end of her sentence as you felt your body stir up again and soon black out. Whatever the blood did to you may have just saved part of your body and repair its form in such a mysterious way, though it did not help you keep awake.
“You are not crazy. You are just a victim to your madness.”
“It all has to end up this way...one way or another doesn’t it?” Her voice fills your mind with anger as you return back to consciousness. Strapped to a wheelchair; your hands and legs were bound by tight leather belts as you were being wheeled through the hallway the White Coats brought you through. Where was Celestia? She couldn’t have gone up and vanish? Only you and Pinkamena remained, your new warden was bringing you through the dark corridors where the remains of skewered soldiers either eviscerated or headless remained in the hall.
Why was this so hard to get use to the sight of the dead? It was a feast for flies and if you did not survive this ordeal, you might be on their next course. Pinkamena leaned down and bit the side of your right ear, playfully licking the inner lobe, either lapping at the dry blood or sharing the remains of her own with you. She reek, her breath for most part seemed like it met a different course, something malodorous and taboo.
“I can feel it…” She whispered. “I can still taste you in my mouth. Oh sister…” Your eyes widened, the mood had only darken when she whispered into your ear. This had to be some trick, a jest for her to make you lose your mind even further. “I miss you so much.” You opened your mouth to protest, but her hand found its way first to you, keeping it shut and muffled.
“We’re almost there.” But where? You were beginning to panic, not sure where she was guiding you. You struggle to get out of your restraints, but it was no good. They were strap to you tightly and Pinkamena only made the situation worse.
She removed her hand from your mouth and stopped before an elevator. When she clicked the button, nothing happened. A frown appeared on her face, never trust a frown on a psychopath, you reminded yourself. She clicked the button again, a few more times, before punching it in aggravation.
“No! No! NO! You can’t take her from me! She’s mine!”
You started to struggle again, while her back was turn. You started to feel the restraints in your wrist finally loosen. If only you could get them off without her attention being noticed fast. It would allow you to free your legs and make a run for it. She started to weep, this wasn’t going to turn out good for you one bit.
The weeping became snarls, and soon the snarls formed into ruthless headbanging as Pinkamena started to slam her skull into the steel doors. She was mad. She lost it! You were beginning to panic and when you finally broke out of the bounds, you rushed to free your feet. The belts were tight, gladly they didn’t numb your feet any sooner or escaping would have been impossible. You free one foot and soon the next and finally you were onto your feet slowly. However, the chair was bumped back and the weak wheels squeaked. Pinkamena paused, her body turned to you quickly.
Her eyes were red with her blood dripping down her face and her grin was mad and wide. You couldn’t even tell if her tears were red or just soaking against her cheeks. You didn’t give her a head start, you turned and ran down the hall from where you came, unsure now where it would lead you.
“COME BACK HERE! GIVE ME BACK MY SISTER!” Pinkamena shouted, running towards you with a baton in hand.
Your heart was racing, the hallway was so long, there were barely any obstacles around to slow her down. She moved at a fast pace, catching up to you within a heartbeat. You needed a corridor to turn to, something to hop over, some door that was open that you can shut in her face to slow her down. There was one hope left in this, one last bit of hope that you were almost close to screaming about. The elevator, another one with a metal fence opened wide. The light inside flicker, but it had to do, it had to work!
“You won’t leave me!” A strong blow collided to the back of your head as you stumbled down and slid against the white floor. You were dazed, but you found yourself inside of the elevator. You pressed your hands against the wall, trying to get yourself up, the sound of the fence from behind you closed, and all hope had abandoned you in that second. You turned to see her, that mad face, before that pink hand grabbed you by the throat pressing you against the wall.
You refused to let her win, with the best of your power, your right fist met the side of her face, before quickly pushing her out of the elevator. The blow luckily stunned her, giving you a few seconds to close the fence and press up. Pinkamena regained her senses and cursed you as her baton struck the fence in a fit of rage. She couldn’t get to you now, you were safe.
Your heart was racing, the tension that build up slowly settled down as the slow elevator ascended. You held onto the walls for leverage. Your body was in too much pain after that blow. When the Elevator stopped on the main floor, you lay your eyes upon the exit. There it was, past a few corpses that littered the floor. This was your hope, all of Pinkamena’s main goons were dead, that you were positive of. You opened the fence and began limping towards the exit, looking left and right to remember this atrocious place, but deep down you did not want to. Deep down you wanted it to be forgotten in the back of your school.
You reached the doors, they were not chained like the last ones where the Tall Man appeared before you. These doors opened, you couldn’t help but laugh out the madness in being alive after all this time. Finally, you felt wind, you saw the dusk begin to surface in the sky. You did it, you thought.
Pinkamena would have a hard time catching you once you are far away from this shithole. The doors were open and you took your first step outside only to feel a sharp pain past your shoulder and left leg followed by two loud pops. You fell forward, not even close to the steps when blood ran down your arm and leg. You couldn’t help but scream in agony as you turned your head to see Celestia covered in bruises with a snub-nosed revolver in her hand.
No, you thought, no! You tried to crawl away, using one hand to pull you forward, but Celestia was too strong, grabbing you by the heel as she dragged you back into the hellish asylum. You were so close, there was a vehicle or two you could have taken, and the gates were wide open with a view of the Everfree! You wanted to cry, but your tears of despair were replaced with pain.
“Today was never your day! You hear me!?” She pulled you to the side to face her, pressing the muzzle of the gun against your chin where you could feel hot metal burn against your skin. You winced, but she pressed on with anger, venomous and unstable than it originally was before. “Today was her day, it was Luna’s birthday, and I will have her back!” Celestia pulled back the hammer, you used your only good hand to cover your face.
Two hands clamped around the warden’s face suddenly, pink and covered in blood as it pulled Celestia back. Pinkamena rescued you, struggling to get a hold of Celestia who thrashed around shouting “Bitch!” and “Cunt!” But Pinkamena did not let go with any attempt. You took it upon your chance to get up to your best of your abilities and limp towards the exit. Your leg throbbed in agony next to your shoulder, but you couldn’t stop. Your life depended on it.
Another shot rang out, this time the bullet hit you from behind knocking you over by surprise as you stumbled down in front of the door, and you were so close you couldn’t help but pray to die quickly than be alive enough to suffer in this hell. You accepted it, you accepted your sins, and now this was a test that you could not accomplish.
Pinkamena was toss in front of you, struggling to get up only to have Celestia’s foot pressed onto her back, forcing her to the floor. Celestia shut the door and grit her teeth in your direction. “I have no time for this shit.” Celestia said before firing a round into Pinkamena’s back causing her to cry out and go stiff. The psychopath could run fast and hit hard, but when faced with a gun, the gun always wins.
You didn’t know if you felt lucky enough she was dead or bad, but Celestia didn’t give you time to think. She aimed her revolver at you this time. It was over, you thought. You were finally able to die.
When she pulled the trigger, everything went black and the distant sound of the gunshot echoed in the darkness. But something felt off, you felt light instead of numb. You felt hot instead of cold, the fact you could feel destroyed your judgment of death. But that gunshot that echoed in the loud distant suddenly changed to Celestia pleading for mercy, but to who? You listened closely...just a bit...as you experience this odd sensation that death bestowed upon you.
“No...it can’t be...this isn’t Luna...no, you’re not my sister! NOO!” Another shot echoed, before Celestia’s blood curdling scream bellowed in the darkness. When all was silent, you could only feel one thing and that was the unsettling conclusion of emptiness.
