Failure. Weak. Pathetic. Murderer.
Those were the only things that she knew. That she was. That she heard. Only those four little words, that made a big difference to the little joyful foal that she used to be. Now she was something different. Something cold. However, she liked being cold and...different. It was exciting, she relished in the fear in their eyes, as she ripped the life from them as they once did to her. A chocking sob broke her from her thoughts, she whipped round meeting the face of her newest victim. They were strapped upon a wooden table, it was old so they were bound to get splinters. All the more better. Clear, salty tears ran down their fur, muttering the usual, 'please don't kill me..'. She scoffed, getting up close.
"Stop crying you big baby, your death will be quick and painless...unless your unwilling to co-operate and stop moving about, you know its hard when you keep on jiggling about, I only have hooves! And their not the steadiest either!" She shook her head, pulling out a metal tray, covered by a blue silk cloth.
"Now before we get started i want to get to know you...I'm not that heartless...I'm giving you more time to live!" She said, a deranged smile on her face. The pony before her gulped, choking down her tears, and with a shaky voice she spoke.
"R..rose P..petal...I'm a florist in p..ponyville. I'm really p..proud of my work..." She stopped as she saw the bored expression on her kidnappers face.
"Boooreeed...I hate flowers..they're just so..hmmm hopeful and joyous and well that's not what life is really like. You know you and your friendship...ponies like you made me scared to go to school...heck...Anywhere when I was a foal...ponies like you..." Abruptly, Rose Petal screamed in agony, a one knife stuck in her left wing, blood dripping of the ends, pattering on the cold floor. Raw flesh was visible, the white strings of muscle stretching out, desperate to keep together.
"Shall suffer the pain I did!" She laughed, so what if she was unhinged. She liked it. She ripped the now bloody pen knife out of the wing, tossing it in the corner. Clearing her throat, she looked Rose Petal in the eye.
"DeadLock...its so awful to meet you..." Deadlock than advanced to the tray, flinging the cloth to the side. Surgical instruments glinted in the flickering light of the basement, their serrated edges stood out more. Slowly, DeadLock picked up a small syringe full off a purple substance, she stabbed the needle in Rose Petal's arm, smirking.
"Night Night!"
