Spike slowly walked down one of the several trails in the Everfree Forest. He had went to Zecora's hut to bring her a sample of an odd piece of fur that Twilight couldn't figure out. The fur was a dark orange in color, and no matter what Twilight tried, none of the tests proved an exact result of what creature had this fur, the closest DNA scans showing that the creature must've been related to the big cats. So Twilight had sent Spike to give the fur to Zecora, for the zebra was certainly more of an expert in the studying of big cats.
Spike took a deep breath, enjoying the cool air. Even if he was in a dangerous area, he still felt relaxed, like nothing bad was going to happen.
How wrong he was.
As Spike slowly walked down the trail, his feet making soft crunches against the fallen sticks and leaves, he couldn't help but feel that something was amiss. Like there was something out of place here. But he couldn't describe it. He looked around, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, before he quickened his pace, now ready just to go home. He then sensed something. Something wrong. Very wrong.
He heard a thud behind him…
Spike turned…
And he was knocked to the ground, pain shooting through his body as he felt his chest being flayed open. Crimson blood spilled onto the ground as Spike struggled underneath whatever had him pinned. All he could see was a flash of ivory, before his neck was ripped open, blood gushing out. Spike gurgled in pain as he was losing focus. He tried to move, but the blood loss took it's toll on him. The last thing Spike saw before he passed out was a batch of orange and black…
Twilight Sparkle trotted nervously across the library floor. It was almost a half-hour since she sent Spike, and she was beginning to regret sending him off alone. She should've went with him, or sent somepony like Rainbow Dash or Applejack to help. What if he got lost, or if he was kidnapped, or-
THUD!
The sound made Twilight jump in fright, her breasts flopping with her movement. She rushed to the door, opening it wide only to see the worst of her fears.
Spike lay before her, his purple scales coated in red. His chest had been ripped open, the dull shine of his ribs visible beneath. The upper part of his tail was gone, and his right arm appeared snapped at the elbow. The worst damage, though, was at his throat, which was completely ripped open and stretched down to his chest.
Twilight screamed in terror, scooping up Spike in her arms and rushing down the streets. She could feel his heartbeat, but it was barely visible, due to the huge amount of blood he may have already lost. Twilight didn't know what was going on. All she did was scream.