Colors of a Rainbow - Chapter 8

>”Haha! That’s it, fight back for all the good it’ll do you!” a guard yells out, sending another hoof slamming into your chest.
>Let’s take a step back, shall we? You are Anonymous, a human that came to Equestria as a child. Your best friend, your bro, the only pony you really confided everything into, was the one behind the mass murder of hundreds of pegasi for the greater good of Equestria.
>And you were her tool.
>And now that you’ve found out, you’ve been bound, gagged, and locked up in a room full of masked pegasi guards.
>To think today was supposed to be your day off.
>Let’s take a damage check; two teeth, a cracked rib, possibly a collapsed lung due to the blood spilling out of your mouth…
>Things just aren’t going your way today.
>You get a moment’s rest before another hoof slams into your chest. These guards just aren’t letting up, are they?
“Heh… what’re you waiting for…? Do it. I know you have it in you.”
>You continue to encourage them, but it only seems to make them angrier. Why the hell weren’t they finishing the job? You were no use to them anyway, what more could they possibly want out of you?
>Your train of thought is interrupted as a hoof smacks the side of your head, throwing you for a loop. The only thing keeping you conscious at this point was the fact that you were standing, though still bound. Sheer willpower alone isn’t going to last you for too much longer, though.
>”Hey boys, I wonder how long it’ll be before the monkey cracks under the pressure,” one of them says, “Then we’ll have our chance to have some REAL fun!”
>Oh Celestia… that’s why they weren’t going to finish you off. They were going to take advantage of your vulnerable state in the most vile and disgusting ways possible.
>You remember your fifth year of school here, they explained in detail how ponies reproduce.
>And now they were going to use you as practice.
>Well, that’s just fan-fucking-tastic.
>One of them undoes the ropes holding you up, throwing you to the ground. “I think I’ll go first,” he says, turning to look at the others. “Anyone want to object?”
>The others shake their heads. “We’ll all get a turn, in the end,” one says.
>”Alright then,” he says, pulling off his mask.
>Oh shit. It’s the one that was beating on you earlier before Dr. Atmosphere came in. The one that you royally pissed off. He was going first.
>You try to squirm away, but you only get so far before one of the guards stamps a hoof against your back, pinning you down.
>The guard from earlier removes his outfit, his enormous schlong already prepped. Damn, he must have been thinking about this all day. Fucking hell.
>Another guard pulls your pants down to your knees, before walking around to your face.
>”Hey, y’know, he’s got another hole right here,” he says, lifting your chin a bit. “Yeah… that’ll work just fine,” he says, and he takes off his outfit as well.
>Well gag reflex, it’s been nice knowing you. You too, my working bowels. You were all troopers.
>But now, you’re about to be double-teamed by two ponies until what you believe will be your death. Going out with dicks in your mouth and ass wasn’t exactly on your agenda.
>Then again, neither was coming here today in the first place.
>Agendas can change rather quickly, it seems.
>”C’mon, gimme a smile,” the guard in front of you laughs, brining your head up. You don’t comply, so he smacks you upside the head once again. “I said GIMME A SMILE, BITCH!”
>You recover, and when you do, you give him the biggest shit-eating grin you can make.
“Fluttershy had bigger balls than both of you.”
>Not your best comeback, but certainly one that got to them.
>”That’s it!” the one behind you shouted, slamming his hoof into your leg. You feel the bones inside it snap and break, and you let out a wailing scream.
>Everything becomes a blur and swirls around you as you black out from the pain.

>You slowly begin to come to.
>Your body, despite the pains you were already feeling, is in even more pain than it was in before.
>…
>Well, it can’t get any worse. If you’re going out, you’re gonna go out on your own terms.
>You grit your teeth and push your body up with your forehead, finally managing to get to your knees. The pain was almost unbearable, but you push through it. You have to.
>Okay, Anon, time to take in your surroundings. Are there any more guards watching?
>You look around; it’s too damn dark to see anything much farther than ten feet.
>Alright, you’re going to assume that someone’s at least watching you, even if they’re not actively participating in your captivity.
>As you bring yourself to your feet, you make sure to pull your pants up. The least those guards could have done for you was put your clothes back on after they were finished.
>Then again, 12 seconds of stamina doesn’t even compare to you. That makes you feel a little better; at least it didn’t last as long as you thought it did.
>Your eyes, now completely glazed over and baggy from pain and lack-of-sleep, travel over to the chair you were in.
>…
>You could really sit down right about now.
>Without touching your binds, you shuffle your legs slowly, one step at a time, over to it. With each step, however, your body grows weaker and weaker.
>You probably should have had breakfast. But now isn’t exactly the best time to be worrying about that…
>At last, you reach the chair, and pull yourself slowly into it. Damn, your body is a lot stiffer than you remembered it being before; probably due to the blood loss.
>You plant yourself onto the chair, chained hands in your lap, and simply close your eyes. All that mattered now was controlling your breathing.
>Yes, that will help. Breathe in the nose, out the mouth… in the nose, out the-
>Your recovery is interrupted when the echoing sound of a door slamming open explodes throughout the room. So much for your time alone.
>Your vision is blurry when you open your eyes, but you can see a distinct silhouette in the doorway, defined features hidden by the light behind the figure.
>”Anonymous.”
>Your eyes widen. No…
>The figure walks into the room, the features becoming more and more visible.
>But that didn’t matter. You would recognize that voice anywhere.
“Rainbow Dash…”
>Some bro she turned out to be. You’ve officially declared your bro relationship over.
>She finally enters the lighted area of the room, and the door slams shut behind her.
>Covered head-to-toe in her laboratory outfit, along with a few bloodied stains, she’s giving you the most anger-filled look you’ve ever seen from her.
“They said… you were out sick… for the day…”
>You grin, your eyes hovering up to meet hers.
>”And they said you went and stopped production in the factory,” she says, her voice filled with malice. She turns her head upwards, to the rafters above. “Leave us! I will converse with him unmonitored, that is an order!”
>You hear the shuffling of hooves and the flapping of wings around the room as the ponies hidden in the shadows of the room leave, the doors slamming behind them.
>She glances around the room, making sure no one was around, before turning to you with a grin. “You sly son of a bitch.”

>You smirk, giving a light chuckle before coughing a bit.
“You know… being beaten, raped, and otherwise tortured… has taught me something…”
>She walks up to you, closer. “What?”
>You grunt, turning your head and spitting out another splatter of blood onto the floor of the room.
“Sometimes, you have to do something… even if you don’t want to.”
>Her eyes widen. “But… why, Anon? Why go through all this trouble? Don’t you know that all of Equestria would turn to chaos if it weren’t for what we’re doing here?” she exclaims, placing her hoof to her chest. “We’re doing this because we’ve done it for the longest time. It’s all we know, Anon. It’s all I know…”
>You nod slowly.
“I want to know… something, first. Before I…”
>She holds up her hoof to your mouth. “No, Anon; you’re not going to. I’ll make sure of it; you’re not going to-”
“Rainbow, I’ve been beaten up… my body is hardly… worth saving. I’ve been… electrocuted… raped by multiple pegasi guards… and left to die here…”
>You smile, still breathing a bit heavily.
“So I want to know… what made you do it? Why are you who you… are?”
>She hesitates for a moment, looking down at the floor.
>”Doctor Atmosphere. He’s… he’s the one that brought me into this world. This terrible reality,” she says, her tone of voice both reflective and a bit somber.
>”When I performed a Sonic Rainboom, during flight academy… they brought me here. Showed me what really happened in Cloudsdale,” she grits her teeth in anger. “What happened to… my friends who didn’t pass…”
>You are all ears now. So, it really was Dr. Atmosphere all along…
>”I can’t blame him for it, though…” she mutters, looking up at you again. “They needed me here. Needed me to… observe. Make sure nothing went wrong…”
“And I guess… I fucked up, didn’t I?”
>She smiles at you for a moment, a bit absent-mindedly, before looking down at the floor again, her smile fading. “Yeah… yeah, you did.”
>Both of you are silent for a few moments, before you break it.
“I’m going to die… aren’t I, Dash?”
>She continues her silence for a bit longer, before speaking. “Anon… I have to ask you something very important right now,” she says at last, her eyes hovering up to stare at yours again.
>So it was true, after all. You really were going to die here.
“I know what you’re gonna say, Dash. You don’t have to say it…”
>”No, Anon, I do… I have to say it…” she interrupts you. “Anon, tell me… what want me to do. You want me to take you out of here? Just let you run away? See how far you could get?” she says, pointing her hoof to the door.
“…Why would you do such a thing?”
>She’s silent once again. “On the day of my judgment, when I stand at the crossroads between suffering and paradise… when Celestia and Luna ask me why... did I... did I kill one of life’s true...miracles...” she chokes up a bit, “W-what am I going to say? That it was my job?”
>You raise your hands slowly up to her face, cupping them around the sides of her head.
“You tell them… it was a kindness you’d done for me...”
>She looks up at you with her big, magenta eyes, tears slowly gathering in them. She’s at a complete loss for words.
“I know you’re hurting, Dash… I can feel it. But you’ve gotta let it go…”
>She’s silent, her face trembling a bit in your hands, the feeling of wet tears trickling down her cheeks landing on your thumbs.
“I want it to be done and over with. I do…”
>You cough up a small amount of blood, and she jumps a bit, wiping it away. She brings your head to her chest as well, cradling your head in her hooves as your hands drop to your lap. Despite all of the pain, you persevere…
“I'm tired, boss.”
>Her eyes widen; it’s the first time you’d ever called her that.
“I’m tired of hurting, Dash. I’m tired of making others hurt… because of my ignorance. I'm tired of being responsible for all that’s happened here.”
>A small tear hits your forehead. She places a hoof to your mouth briefly, trying to get you to stop, but you turn your head away from it, and continue.
“…Mostly, I'm just tired of ponies being ugly to each other... I'm tired of all the pain I feel and hear and see in the world... there's too much of it. It's like pieces of glass in my head all the time. Can you understand?”
>She buries your head against her chest, cradling it like a mother. “Yes, Anon… I think I understand…”
>The two of you stay like that for the longest time, the feeling of Dash’s chest the only semblance of peacefulness you’ve felt all day.
>However, your peaceful moment is interrupted when there is a banging on the door.
>Rainbow’s heart skips a beat, and she looks to the door, before easing your head off of her and setting you upright again as quickly and as gently as possible.
>Eventually, the door opens, and a dark red pegasi floats in, landing next to Rainbow.
>”Well well, Anonymous, have you finally seen the error of your ways?” he laughs, walking forward to you. “Has my daughter shown you the light?”
>Your eyes immediately widen and your pupils shrink to pinpricks.
“…Daughter…?”
>You cast a look at Rainbow, who’s doing a marvelously convincing job of returning a hateful stare.
>”Well, now, looks like the cat’s out of the bag!” the doctor lets out another horrifyingly joyous, maniacal laugh. “Rainbow Dash, your best friend, is not only the one that runs the Factory, but my daughter as well!”
>…It all made sense to you now.
>Rainbow didn’t join up because she wanted to. She was forced to by her father, after she performed the Sonic Rainboom.
>Some father he turned out to be.
>”So, let’s get this show on the road! Guards!” he looks up to the rafters, “Take Anonymous here to the Device! Let’s see if we can get anything out of him!”
>Rainbow raises an eyebrow at him. “That’s idiotic; humans don’t have Spectra in them.”
>The doctor’s eye twitches a moment, before he closes them. “Science demands that we at least try. He’s going to end up dying anyway, so might as well speed up the process, wouldn’t you agree?” he grins at Rainbow.
>She scoffs. “Whatever.”
>”Excellent! Bring him!” the doctor laughs, floating out of the room.
>You and Rainbow exchange momentary glances, before you’re picked up, rather roughly, by two masked pegasi and carried out of the room behind Doctor Atmosphere, with Rainbow following close behind.
>They drag you down the hallways that you were so familiar with, so used to walking through each and every day… until you come to a door.
>…Funny, you don’t remember this door being here before. Maybe this was a new hallway they’d dragged you through? All of the hallways looked the same in here…
>They bring you into another large room, similar to the one you were in captivity in before. The difference here, however, was that the walls weren’t lined with vats of Spectra… but the room was filled with distraught pegasi, some barely old enough to be full-grown.
>”Your attention, please!” Doctor Atmosphere announces to them as he floats above to the rafters, “We have a very special guest with us tonight! Please, put your hooves together for a little demonstration of the Device!” he laughs, and the masked pegasi around the room give cheers and shouts, while the other, trapped pegasi, remain silent.
>”This here, is a human. His name is Anonymous,” the doctor says, pointing a hoof at you. The two pegasi hoist you up into the air, for all to see. “He is a worker here in the Rainbow Factory. However, he did not perform his duty, so we’re going to show you all what happens to ANY creature that would ruin the natural balance of things!”
>He motions to the two pegasi, and they chain you up, latching you by your wrists up onto one of the chains hanging from the ceiling.
>”Anonymous was the one formerly working the Device, however because of his betrayal, one of the other pegasi will be performing his duty tonight,” Rainbow announces. “He was a close friend of mine… and then he turned against us. His actions will not be tolerated, and he will be punished as such!”
>”Wonderful, dear!” Doctor Atmosphere smiles at Rainbow. She scowls back at him.
>”Shut the hell up, or I’ll have you join him as well. You may be my father, but you will get no special treatment from me for acting out-of-line,” she hisses at him, her eyes fierce with anger. “Especially taking over the factory when I’m out. It has perfect capability to run on its own. Now, get out of my sight.”
>Whoa. Way to channel that anger to someone that deserves it!
>His eyes widen in surprise for a moment, before stepping back. “O-of course…” he mutters, before flying off, tail tucked between his legs.
>Her eyes hover to you, hanging on the chain. “Start it up,” she says. “And stop the machine before he enters. I wish to have a final word with him.”
>One of the masked pegasi nods with a grunt, and then flies out of the room. You remember hearing that grunt; it’s the leader of that group of masked pegasi guards from earlier.
After a few moments, you hear the hiss and groan of gears and steam moving, as you are dragged slowly across the room. When you finally reach the end of the line, the machine comes to a standstill, as per Rainbow’s orders.
>She flies down, the masked pegasi escorting her while others hold the other, trapped pegasi back. She walks up to you, and you are lowered down to where you are barely hovering above the ground.
>”Do you have any last words, you miserable waste of space?” she hisses, her eyes glaring at you with hate, thoroughly burying her true emotions underneath.
>You give her one final smile, your gaze meeting hers.
“You have beautiful eyes, Dashie…”
>And with that, you are lifted into the machine, and the world fades to black around you.

>End