Chapter 8

She grasped onto the elements, their lights slightly blending from the golden plated shells shining with an elegant vibe. She stared at the carnage occurred around her, noticing the damage taking its toll. The floors were sprinkled with sweetly dotted blood stains, leading up to the death contraptions on the front and back walls facing from Twilight. The killing machines oozed with paced drips of slightly hardened blood. The remaining blood of the accidental victims showed in all directions of the room. The damage was forever scarred in this very room that Twilight stands in. She should have died if it weren't for those little fillies.

"I'm sorry Fluttershy, but I have to keep going." Twilight said softly as she trotted away from her occupied grave. The smell of rotting flesh and bones seared deeply into her memories, never to escape. She had learned about everything, but this was a lesson never taught before by the citizens of Ponyville. It made her reconsider the evil deeds done by Pinkie herself. She took one last glance at the mangled body parts laying in every direction of the blood splatters. She gave a moment of silence to her fallen friends, slightly tilting her head down to the blood spotted ground. She walked away without another word, heading away from the once locked iron door into the library.

"With Fluttershy out of the way, I can get back to my research." She then took the bookshelf rolling ladder and stepped onto it, sliding in each direction searching for the book she needed. Twilight was more accustomed to using her magic to do the heavy duty work for her, but since that blow to the head from Fluttershy, her magic became disabled. Pinkie pie had also knocked her on the head once more, but not near the frontal lobe. She tried and tried, but unfortunately the magenta styled sparks never showed. With a swift change in direction, she scanned every last book ranging from A to Z, looking for any scraps of information about discord. It took hours among hours, yet the skies remained black with only a slight pitch of sunlight.

"Where is that Damn book?" Twilight screamed at the top of her lungs! Her hooves masked her own invective tone of language. She was stunned at herself for cursing out of an informational document she once read before. The name of the book was "Intergalactic Species and their Knowledge", written by Pony Paulsen. The word was believed to belong to an advanced race with no relations to the ponies and their way of life. The only proof of them was an image of this odd species and next to it was a word etched onto a tree reading "Damn". It must have slipped out from the pure stress she felt looking through a vast plethora of documents.

"Oh no…. Oh no oh no oh no oh no! Sweet heaven above, celestia will kill me for saying that…" Just then she struck a moment of enlightenment! Celestia was no longer in office; she can't control what twilight does anymore!

"Discord is in rule…. So that means he won't give a damn of what I say!" She started puckering herself up from the thought of complete freedom, but she knew it would come at a cost.

"Of course…. That's what he WANTS me to do. I can't stoop down to those kinds of levels, I just can't." She said temporarily filling an emotional void she contained from all the damage done to her. Twilight took a good last look at the entire library, now a disorganized pile of mismatched papers, and trotted off. Normally twilight would have cleaned the entire place, but she began to stop caring after witnessing 2 of her once good friends being murdered. Her hooves moved further and further away from the propaganda that is the factory.

"I've called Pinkie Pie's place the procedure room… A nickname would only be proper for this place." She whispered to herself, trying to keep any mental stability in check with these pointless tasks.

"Flutter Factory… yep, that should do." She said opening her slightly angled eyes towards the main factory. She walked across the grass lawn into the back where she last saw Fluttershy in her normal state. Peeking around a corner, the chicken coops were there, but didn't seem quite right. The original top layered fences were now barbed wires with bits of blood still hanging onto them, which would explain how Belle and Bloom got out in the first place.

"The 2 weren't lying, there still seems to be blood stains, relatively fresh." With her observation skills, she took out her notepad and paper again to review and write notes. She whipped out her slightly bent feather from her back pocket and wrote down what she saw. Without any magic, she had to hold down the quill feather with her hooves while etching out each letter painfully. The letter read out as quoted:

"The Factory: Notes

Nothing much has changed from what I can see here. The skies still linger with a slight Oder of charred wood, yet seemed to be less weighted around fluttershy's home. The back chicken coop is similar to before, but contains a thick top lining of twisted barbed wire to hold in any 'animals' as she calls them. This appears to be where Sweetiebelle and Applebloom were kept 2 weeks before where I was held unconscious (based on the timelines of all that was given to me). I can't say for sure what Fluttershy was planning to do with these fillies, I expect the worst though. The grass is nice and crisp, seems untouched by fellow pony's hooves. The coop contains 2 rooms and a portable restroom-styled bunker used for expulsion of waste products that I'd hate to get into detail with. The coop seemed clean, but not very well made. No other animals are here for some odd reason, she probably saved the fillies for last… expecting the worst of course.

Due to the causes of all these tragic incidents, I will now use this section of the page to keep a little bit of my sanity. For every note written, I will write down these numbers: 7259. If I can remember these 4 numbers for every note taken, I will know I'm still functioning properly. I hope to keep these numbers deep in memory; it's the only sanity I can hold onto now."

She put her quill back into her pocket and rolled the paper up as she would a royal scroll. She walked away from the scene only to notice a slight reflection in the water. With a concentrated glare, she noticed that her mane was in a knotted mess with no comb in site. Her eyes were slightly pulsating with beads of sweat rolling down her forehead. She looked like a psychotic person, but she felt completely normal.

"Wow, don't I look like a train wreck? Ya hear that Twilight, get a comb!" She screamed into the water, twitching her right eye rapidly.

"Right… no more fun and games, I got to get out of here before something worse might happen." She said with a slight sarcasm breaking into her tone of voice. She trotted along the grass back into the blinding gates of the smog, which actually felt quite soothing knowing she is safe from that yellow terror's mad house. She stepped further and further into the smog, letting it breeze smoothly across her mane.

"*Exhale* it's so good to be back home." She said while breathing out puffs of smoke from the hazy atmosphere. She presumed to trot away from the crime scene, never to return. Her eyes beamed with satisfaction, seeing the layer of fog slightly clear up. She saw the disorganized mess of Ponyville she had accustomed to, gleaming in happiness.

"Welcome home Twilight, make yourself comfortable."