Another GORE chapter. If you don’t like reading about blood and death, this chapter isn’t for you.

POV - Jaycee

Opening my eyes, I find myself in a room very unfamiliar to me. Where am I? I get up off the ground and take a look around, only to find that the room has no doors, only a large window; like what you would expect to see in one of those cop interrogation scenes. Wait, am I being interrogated? What the hell?

After regaining my composure, I begin to search the room for clues. Unfortunately for me, there are no air ducts or vents to crawl out, nor are there any blunt objects for me to smash the window with. The room, about the size of your average living room, is all covered in white tile, a few lights on the ceiling. Dammit!

With no other options in sight, I begin to peer through the window. What I see confuses me; an average living room, or at least by Equestrian standards. The room seems completely normal and I can even make out a door to the outside world on the wall opposite to me.

“HEY! ANYPONY THERE!?!” I shout at the top of my lungs whilst banging my fists upon the glass in an effort to gain someone's attention, “Somepony! Anypony! Help me!!!”

“Hello?” I hear a voice coming from somewhere else in the house, “Is somepony there?”

“It’s Jaycee! Please help!” I bang the glass some more, glad that someone has replied to my calls.

“Jaycee? What are you doing h-” I see a grey pegasus turn a corner, halting just as she catches sight of me, “What is that? I didn’t have a room there! What’s going on?”

“Derpy!” I exclaim, “Help me out here! I’ve got no idea what happened, but I can’t get out! There’s no door or anything!”

“How did you get here?” The confused pegasus asks, her lazy eye drooping down.

“I don’t know, I just went to sleep and here I am.” I explain in a worried tone, “Could you please try to break the glass or something?”

“I’ll try...” She answers, clearly uncertain of her own abilities, “Stand back.” I back away from the window as Derpy gets into position, rearing up her hind legs.

*BAM* She hits the glass dead on, but i don’t see any apparent damage. *BAM* The second hit doesn’t really do much more than the first, with no visible changes. Dammit! I don’t wanna die in here! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!

She turns to me to survey any damage she had done, but I see something behind her; a large, 8-foot-tall, dark, creepy humanoid form, blades extending where there should be hands. A black robe covers its body, a large hood covering its face. Oh shit...

“DERPY! WATCH OUT!!!” I scream in an attempt to warm the mare of the creature behind her.

The mailmare quickly attempts to turn around, but the creature is too fast. I watch as one of its hands turns into a club, which it then uses to hit Derpy with. The injured mare flies through the air and lands about ten feet away, bouncing a few times on the ground.

“Freak...” I hear the creature mutter over the sniveling body of Derpy. That...That BASTARD!!!

“HEY FUCKFACE!!!” I yell angrily from inside the room, “You wanna pick on someone your own size!?! Come get some motherfucker!”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” I hear him mutter in a gravely voice.

“And why not?”

“I could gut you like a fish before you even know it.” He slowly explains. Damn, his voice is so badass, even if he is evil.

“And?”

“Then I’d feed your innards to her.” He points a finger at the now-crying pegasus. Upon hearing this, both our eyes go wide with fear. Dammit, maybe I should just shut up for now...for her sake.

“Shut up, freak.” The creature softly says to the pegasus, who continues crying regardless.

“I said SHUT UP!” He yells, smacking her face with great force.

“Please stop...” I quietly request, tears flowing down my face as I witness him abuse Derpy, “Who are you?”

“Bane; god of hate, pain, and nighmares.” He explains calmly, “I know the Princesses sent you here to stop me, but I’m gonna break you. You love this mare, right?”

“Yes...” I quietly answer, tears running down my cheeks as I see Derpy crying underneath the in pain, “Please stop hurting her, I’ll do anything...please.”

“Well, now I know you love her, I’ll hurt her even more.” He explains, causing my face to drain of color, “Now where shall I start...perhaps with these annoying eyes.”

I gasp as thoughts run through my imagination, vividly showing what he means. No...no...

I watch Bane as his right hand transforms into a long, fine needle. Derpy begins to panic even more than ever, tears running down her face as she wildly struggles to get away. Her wings flap wildly, but to no avail, as Bane uses his other hand to grab one of her wings. The mare screams in panic as the dark god lifts her off the ground and up to his eye level.Once there, I watch as his eyes suddenly light up like embers beneath his hood. He moves the mare closer to his head and whispers a phrase seeded with hate and pain.

“Cry some more.”

He then suddenly tightens his grip on the grey mailmare’s wing, causing the bones to crack and snap under his powerful grip. I see Derpy open her mouth, but no words come out. She simply whimpers weakly in immense pain before he releases her from his grip. I feel my body go numb, a rush of emotions surfacing at the same time. Rage, however, wins out as I feel my brain overload with hatred.

“You broke her wing...you sick, twisted bastard.” I mutter just loudly enough or Bane to hear me, “Why are you doing this, you freak?”

“I will break you by destroying all you care about, simple.” He answers, seemingly unfazed by the act he just committed.

I look at his feet to see a sobbing Derpy, broken wing hanging limply at her side. A small pool of tears has collected where she lay, though it continues to grow larger by the second. All this pain is because of me...all of it. I fall to my knees, though anger still courses through my veins just as blood did moments before.

“Now let’s take care of that eye.” Bane says to the mare, who eyes widen in fear at the very idea. She attempts to escape by rapidly scooting away from him, but it only causes her to become trapped in a corner on the opposite side of the room.

Bane’s back is facing me as he crouches over Derpy, his left arm transforming into a mass of tentacles. The tentacles begin to bind Derpy, constricting her movement and locking her mouth shut. I watch in horror as one of her eyes is held open by the tentacles, tears leaking through it. The needle nears its target, Derpy becoming more and more frantic by the second. Oh god no...

The needle slowly sinks into the eyeball, causing the mare’s cries to nearly double in volume. It continues to sink for about five more seconds, then it pauses. After plunging the needle into her eyeball, he just sits there, staring into her only good eye as I watch in absolute disgust, shock, and pain. After a few seconds of this, he finally pulls the needle out, albeit slowly.

“One more left...” He whispers into her ear, his voice conveying no emotion whatsoever. Derpy’s other eye is bloodshot with tears at this point, but she somehow manages to cry even more at the mention of this.

“No.” I simply state from inside my room, picking myself off the floor. I feel the rage burning within me and I plan to unleash it all upon that monster.

“What? What do you think you’re going to do?” The dark god chuckles a dark laugh, “There’s no way that you can break that glass.”

“Watch me, muthafucka.” I say in a very sure tone before I back up a few steps. In a bold move, I go running at the glass, my whole mind set on getting through.

“AHHHHHHHHH!!!” I scream loudly as I smash through the glass, bits of the stuff embedding into my skin in the process. Shit that hurts!

“Damn, you actually made it through.” Bane examines, a slightly more surprised tone to his voice, “I guess I underestimated your power a tad. No matter, I’m still a god and you are a mere mortal.”

“You called her a freak...” I begin speaking softly, anger still seething through every pore of my body, “You smacked her to the ground, you broke her wing, you poked her eye out, and you still think that you stand a chance?”

“Why would I not win against you in a fight?” He asks, tentacles unwrapping themselves from Derpy’s form as his left arm turns into a large blade.

“Because I will not lose.” I state simply, putting my fists up in an offensive pose, “And I’m not just gonna ‘beat’ you, I’m gonna slaughter you. After what you did to Derpy, you get NO FUCKING MERCY!!!”

Suddenly, my right hand begins to glow and I feel even more powerful than before. It’s like every single piece of anger I unleash makes me more and more powerful. This particular power, however, is unfamiliar to me. Could it be magic? Can I summon things into my hand? Let me try this out.

Come on, generic two handed JRPG sword, generic two handed JRPG sword, generic two handed JRPG sword...

I feel a sudden weight in my hands as an exceptionally long hilt forms in my right hand. I grip in both hands as it continues to generate in front of me. The sword looks similar to the Buster Blade from Monster Hunter, intimidating as ever. Surprisingly, it doesn’t weigh as much as I’d expected it to when I played the games. I’d guesstimate the weight is around 40 to 50 pounds (18 to 22 kilograms). It’s still heavy as fuck, but it’s not impossible to handle.

Once I’m done staring at my new weapon, I point it threateningly at Bane. The lord looks surprised, but doesn’t flinch.

“Nice trick you’ve got there, but it’s still nothing compared to mine.” He looks around before snapping his fingers. The snapping echoes and the whole building begins to shake and rumble. What the hell is going on?

The walls start to fall down, almost like set props. What they reveal is far from what I expect. The house seems to be in the middle of a large, dilipated warehouse, complete with hanging meat hooks and rusty chains. The whole place reeks of blood and death, nothing less than what I’d expect from a god of pain.

“Now we have a bit more room to fight, but first...” Bane begins, trailing off before he snaps his fingers once more. At once, a cage drops down from the ceiling, locking Derpy inside to watch us.

I flare up in anger once again as I see Derpy clutching her eye with her hoof, pained moans escaping her. He did this to her, are you gonna let him get away with that?

No.

Then kill him, slay the god.

I lock eyes with Bane, stepping away from the cage as to not accidentally hurt the mare with anything once we start the fight. I grip my sword tighter than ever, anger pulsating off of my body. I ready my stance, preparing to charge.

“AHHHHHHHH!!!” I yell at the top of my lungs as I charge the god, sword ready to swing. I get within ten feet of him, then the unthinkable happens.

Dark spikes erupt from beneath my feet, stabbing into my body and exiting the other side. I open my mouth in pain, but I cannot form words. I feel blood exiting my body at a extremely fast rate, my vision and thoughts beginning to cloud up.

Bane says nothing, but walks back over to Derpy, his hand now turned back into a needle. No...I couldn’t...save...

The world turns into black as I die a losers death, hating my own weakness more than anything.

I bolt upright in my bed, sweat sticking to my skin. I look around and flip the light switch, still in a state of panic. Looking down at my hands, I can confirm that I am still alive, but that dream was so real. It was too real...maybe Twilight will help me out here.

Still uncomfortable, I decide that going back to bed is my best option. Turning the light out, I cover myself back up with the blankets. Please no more of those dreams...

I’ll have to give Derpy a huge hug tomorrow...

I feel kinda bad about writing that bit about Derpy’s eye, but who wouldn’t?