Scootaloo,
finally realizing her fate, slowly waited for the Pegasus she loved and trusted
for so many years to vanquish her, and for what? Spectra for a God damned
rainbow?
She
felt the chains pull her upward by the hooves, as she hung upside down. They
then slowly started pulling in different directions and she could feel a slight
pop as her bones stretched. With a loud crack, the first leg snapped in two.
Scootaloo let out a loud yelp, then bit her lip. She couldn't give this evil
bitch the satisfaction she was looking for. Before this thought finished
processing through her mind, yet another of her legs snapped from its natural
position
She
couldn't take it anymore. It wasn't the pain, but the fact that the one pony
who she trusted was about to waste her with no emotion what so ever. Was
Rainbow always like this? Had she gone through her life only faking the
emotions to gain trust and seem normal? Only pretending... to care?
She
began to sob quietly to herself. She looked at the murderous pony to give her a
stare to show how much she was hated, but there was no avail. Rainbow simply
returned the look and laughed. As the chain began on its final decent, dropping
the poor Pegasus into this God awful machine that was rancid with the stench of
rotting pony flesh and blood, the chain came to a sudden halt. Wait... the
whole machine was off? In fact... The whole factory has no power. But why? What
happened?
"WHAT
IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!?!?" demanded the enraged rose eyed Pegasus.
"I
think we should be asking you the same question" came a mysterious voice.
Four pegasi wearing gold plated armor walked into the open room from the hall.
Wait. Could it be? YES, IT WAS! Celestia's guards. She was saved
The
guards began to speak to the villainous ponies of the auditorium, but Scootaloo
couldn't make out what was being said. She was in too much agony, and was
beginning to black out from hanging upside down for so long
She
closed her eyes momentarily, as she opened them again, she could see the dark
guards take off from the platforms they stood upon. She couldn't make out the
details well. She only saw a blur. She had ribs among other bones pierced
through her fragile little flesh. She was losing blood. A lot of it... and fast
What
she could make out were the evil laughs from around the room, but standing out
the most of all these laughs was the once comforting laugh of a dear friend.
No... Not just a friend... a sister. She tried her hardest to make out what was
happening. As the blur began to fade, she could see two of the armored ponies
dropping out of the sky like flies. They had been tased. And were sure to die,
or be captured at the very least.
Realizing
her hopes of being saved had been shattered, she looked to the mangy red and
deformed pony with the matted fur. Once the most beautiful of any pony in
Equestria in Scootaloo's eyes. She knew the fight was through. There was no
battle left to fight and she had lost. She closed her eyes one final time.
Heard the mumbles around her as the evil pony demanded the power be restored,
and hoped for the best.
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