Her blue eyes opened, and the candles in her room were lit. Somepony was there that morning.
She rose up and yawned while spreading her arms in the air.

Pinkamena got up from the bed and walked to her luggage, filled in clothes and knifes. She washed her face in the washbasin filled with warm water in one of the corners of the room, next to It a bar of soap and a white clean towel.

"They sure are kind..." She said to herself. "I judged them the wrong way at first glance."

She walked to one of the chairs next to the bed, and her door got knocked.

"Hang on! I'm getting dressed!"

Took her a moment to notice It was not her clothes. It was a pair of black jean shorts and their height stood by her hips. A comfortable grey top tank showing her cleavage and limited to her belly, and a black leather vest just like Mane's, but with a major difference, It had sleeves that she rolled up to her elbows. She putted the black fingerless gloves and she was set.
Pinkamena stood by the mirror and observed her new outfit. Clearly left by the cult for her. She was now officially welcome in It.

"Come in." She ordered.

Mane peeked and walked in. His presence didn't amuse her after last night. He walked slowly with his head down and they stood in front of each other. Pinka with her arms crossed awaiting his words, and he rubbing his hands slowly in a "poor guy" pose.

"What the fuck do you want?" She asked annoyed.

"I... I'm here to say sorry..."

"You don't ask for apologies... you avoid them..." Phrase used by many, saying to avoid stupid actions so they don't have to say "sorry".

"Listen.I want to make things clear... My uncle..."

"King Sombra, The Tyrant?" Pinka interrupted.

"Yes... he... Well... I know I'm related to what they call a devil, and I'm ashamed of what he did, but I couldn't do anything, I was only six."

Pinkamena raised an eyebrow and sat in the bed, listening carefully. She ordered him to continue.

"Now let's be honest here! I helped you with your own devils... but aren't you ashamed of your past, in killing innocents for fun and giggles?"

"Um... yes... you taught me regret."

"But you couldn't do anything too! you were being controlled by your inner demon! That's my place in the whole story! All I could do was watch! And I'm NOT! I'm not responsible for any of Sombra's actions!" Mane knelled at her hooves, grunting about his wound from the bullet. "I know and I said It myself, he didn't support the rest of my family and they abandoned me at the gates before they reached the limits of hunger, and... I just lucked out! There's nothing else I can say in my defense!"

He grabbed both Pinkamena's hands and she got surprised by the quick action.

"Please forgive me..." Mane begged.

Pinkamena's expression changed to confusion and doubt. Could she trust him or not? He saved her before and she was in debt of gratitude with him.
Took her a while to think, and looking in Mane's green eyes, she apologized.

"No more secrets from now on..." She dealt in a serious voice.

"Is that a deal?"

"Yes."

"Seal the deal then."

Mane stood up grunting, just like her and they shook hands with a smile. He observed her new clothes, and they somehow fitted her.
He passed his fingers on the jacket to check It's quality but Diane quickly shoved his hand out.

"What?" He asked confused.

"Don't touch the jacket!" She roared in a rough voice.

"What was that?" Mane laughed. "What that supposed to be me?"

"Who else could be?" Pinkamena mocked.

They both laughed hard, and walked out, and Dark Sigil along with Copper Spear were there waiting for them.

"Ah. Good morning. Mane and Miss Diane, I hope you like the uniform." Greeted Sigil.

"Please, don't call me "Miss", and yes, I love It. Versatile, comfortable and... too revealing..?" Pinkamena tried to close her jacket, but no success.

"Even if the Crystal Empire is on the very north of Equestria, don't judge the Spring here. It's when It starts to become hot and hotter. Princess Celestia has been generous with the Empire to make us forget the colder times." Said Copper.

"That's why the female uniforms are "revealing", too keep us fresh." Sigil continued. "While the male uniforms are not that relevant, because they are the soldiers, unless... you want to wear a hot and heavier thing, like a leather armor."

"I'm fine with this, thank you." Pinkamena concluded.

"So, what do you want? We have things to take care of..." Said Mane.

"We know why you are here." Sigil interrupted and pointed at Mane's bandages. "And you experienced It. And we want to help."

"Our spies never managed to get our hands in one of those pistols... until... yesterday..." Copper continued.

"What do you mean?" - Mane asked confused.

"We have a surprise for you." Sigil started walking. "Follow me."

They walked down together the hideout, with some members complementing Mane on the way, and in the deeps way down that underground complex. Two guards opened an iron door, and inside, chained to the ceiling, was a light brown colt, with a bandage around his left hip and a bandage on his stomach, and his mouth shut with a piece of cloth.

He opened one of his eyes and looked at the party of four, and muffled in rage towards them.

"It's the guy from the saloon." Mane noticed.

"Exactly. We found him later in an alley later after the place turned into a giant fighting ring."

"Why is he here?"

"Isn't It obvious?" Sigil approached the captive. "He's our only clue to tail the source of these weapons."

Pinkamena's eyes shined and her face twisted with an evil smile showing all her teeth. Mane noticed and poked Copper's back, which got frightened when he saw her nasty smile.

"Hey, Sigil..." Mane called.

"Yes, Mane?"

"I think we have the right pony for the service..."

Pinkamena stepped from behind Copper and stared at her future victim. Sigil stepped back with precaution, and pushed them outside kindly and silent, leaving the pink executioner alone with the victim.
She took the piece of cloth out of his mouth and he gasped, catching his breath.

"Sooooo... we met once again. Funny, uh?" Pinkamena started.

"Fuck you..."

"I would go easy... You don't have lots of chances now, do you?"

"Just get me out of here."

"Oh no, I won't..." She poked his bandages on the stomach, making him grunt. "FInally, I'll see an opportunity to make you pay for your actions."

"My friends will come for you, bitch!"

"You have friends?" Diane closed her right hand. "THAT'S ADORABLE!"

Pinkamena landed a direct punch on the captive's muzzle, making him bleed from his nostrils. He recovered and started screaming profanities at her, but she didn't listen. Instead, she was focused on his blood on her hand, the gleaming red river going along her hand seemed hypnotizing. Her eye's pupils started to shrink, showing more of the color around them.

The colt started to shake himself, making the chains crackle, and their noise echoed on Pinkamena's mind, bringing her back to the old days of having chained victims against her old torture table..
She licked the blood on her hands and with quick moves, she started punching the wound made by Mane's magic in his stomach, every second speeding up. She stopped for a moment to catch her breath.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He screamed in pain.

"WHERE ARE THE WEAPONS!?" She landed an uppercut on his chin. "Who is your boss?!"

"I'll never tell!"

Pinkamena's eye twitched while showing her signature wicked smile. She grabbed a nearby chair and smashed It on his back in pieces, making him swing back and forth. She grabbed one of the broken chair's legs and used It has a baseball bat on his legs, until the were painfully purple looking, as if they were big blood blisters.

"You're gonna speak or not?!" She screamed.

"FUCK YOU!"

She smiled again, and pulled from her vest the butterfly knife and opened It slowly, with It's blade's glare intimidating the gangster.

"W-woa... let's think about this..." He said, fearing for what would come next.

"Let's have... a party..." She whispered.

Pinkamena stabbed his leg while giggling maniacally. She forced the knife down, cutting his skin, drawing a circle, the ripping the skin off slowly. She continued laughing while he kept screeching in agony.

"Got your cutie mark!" She laughed while showing It to him.

"Y-YOU ARE INSANE!"

"WHO is your boss?" Diane tried again.

"WE- We are "The Tough Ones" gang! We don't have any idea how they got them!" He babbled, battling the pain.

""They" who..?"

The colt remained silent, with tears coming to his eyes. Pinkamena didn't wait and speared between his muscles, moving the knife back and forth, slicing his nerves. In the end, she pulled a chunk of his muscles and posed It in his face. He was terrified by the experience, starting to cry even more and mucus coming out of his nostrils along with blood.

She stood there looking at him with a crazy smile, awaiting for his words.

"It's... It's a-all I know! I-I swear!"

Outside, Mane along with Sigil and Copper stood by the corridor. Hearing the screams and laughs coming from the dungeon, half muffled by the metal door. All staring at the door scared of what they would find once Pinkamena was done with him.

"Will she get any information..?" Asked Sigil in doubt.

"Believe me. She knows what she's doing." Mane answered trying to eat an apple, which seemed impossible with the confusion coming from the room.

"I hope so!" Said Copper, cleaning the sweat in his forehead. "Otherwise, she will kill the guy before he can tell anything."

The bandit kept screaming in hope fora miracle to happen. But It was hopeless in the current state of Pinkamena. She was in such lunatic mood, that her insanity had no breaks by that point.
The blood in her hands and face...
The screams of her victim...
The noise of the chains...
The ferrous smell of the blood coming to her nose and going up her head.
It was something to be enjoyed by any sadistic like her.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! YES! SING! SING FOR ME!" She laughed, referring to his screams.

"STOP! P-P-PLEASE!" He cried.

It was useless, and in a storm of movements, she cut his chest region and belly with numerous slashes, half minute later, Pinkamena stopped to catch her breath, while enjoying the "work of art" of her job.

"OK! OK! I'LL SPEAK! N-NO MORE PAIN!"

"TELL ME!" She shrieked with an insane laugh.

"It is not my gang who has the weapons!" - He took a deep breath, trying to say everything at once. - "It's... argh.. It's was "The Crystalers"! They are the local mafia! They are drug-lords and weapon dealers! Their name It's from anypony who faces them, they impale them in a long crystal pole! And leave them to die! Their "Godfather", Don Topaz, how they call him, he has contacts with every mafia around Equestria, ANY! And right now... he's... he's selling these new weapons to the many affiliates he has!" - He babbled, struggling to not give up to the pain.

"T-thank you..." She looked and contemplated her butterfly knife covered in blood all over It.

"C-can I go now..?"

Pinkamena raised her head slowly, and her mouth revealed again her signature evil smile. She approached and very closely to his face and whispered.

"What happens in a party... stays in the party. Silly..."

"Y-YOU CALL THIS A PARTY?!" He screamed in fury.

"Aren't you having fun?" She chanted while dancing like a ballet performer in the blood splattering in front of him.

"FUN?! THE LAST FUN I CAN HAVE IS YOU SUCK MY DICK WHILE I'M STILL ALIVE!!!"

Diane stopped dead on her tracks, and had a flashback, of her sitting on the saloon facing him alone, and remember the two times he invited her for such dirty deal. What was a happy torturer, turned into a berserk slasher without limits.
She screamed in immeasurable wrath in a rough voice, while her face got twisted in anger and her eyes bloodshot insane.

She rammed at him, stabbing the knife deep in his crotch, and he screamed on top of his lungs. She forced her hands on his stomach, eventually tearing his flesh with her own fingers and opening It with a rough hole. She launched her and arms at his insides, grabbing and pulling them out to the end of the room. Pinkamena ran at him again without concerns and tore his liver out of his body, along with the rest of his intestines.

He started to lose strength to keep screaming, slowly turning his color lighter due to blood loose, with his guts tore apart by the furious pink mare. She grabbed the knife from the floor and they crossed eyes one last time.
With lightning speed, she struck the final blow in his throat, letting out the pressured blood spray in his neck bath her.
His blood covered Pinkamena, and her fury slowly went down, while enjoying the blood in her mouth and face, rubbing her face in delight of the red scene she created.

Outside the dungeon the screaming stopped. The trio looked at each other and opened the door. They took the turn and saw the things of their nightmares. Copper ran outside to throw up, Mane almost had te same reaction but he looked away, and Sigil froze in place.

In one corner, a mangled body with It's guts hanging and chest open, in the middle, the biggest pool of blood they ever saw in their entire lives being crossed by a long intestine. And in the middle... a pink mare painted all red, with her arms trembling of adrenaline holding a knife and a heart in each hand.

She slowly turned her head to them, with eyes twitching and a small grin, making them take a step back.

"Hiiii-iiii..." Pinkamena whispered in a long sentence.

"Pinkamena... are you... um... okay..?" Sigil asked in fear.

"Ha... haha... I'm fine, thank you,,," She cackled in a low voice.

"Don't get close..." Mane advised in a whisper to Sigil. "She's unstable in this state. Let me approach..."

Mane slowly walked in her direction taking precaution for sudden movements. It was like approaching a legendary monster asleep and steal It's treasures. He contained his stomach, trying to not look at the hanging corpse. They stood one meter away from each other. Pinkamena's smile slowly faded away with his presence, taking a curious expression in place. He extended his arm slowly and cleaned the blood out of her eyes without startling her.

"Pinka... can you hear me..?" Mane whispered.

"Y-yes..." - She answered in a whisper as well, holding her knife against her chest with two hands as if It was her most precious possession.

"Give me the knife... everything is alright..."

Took her a moment to start moving her arm slowly, and she gave her weapon totally covered in blood just like her. She looked down to the floor just when her "toy" was taken away in peace.
Mane turned to Sigil and nodded It was safe. She walked outside where Copper was cleaning his mouth with a gulp of water.

"Copper. I have orders..."

"Yes..?"

"Mane seems to have control. Bring your soldiers to take the body to the furnace. And anypony to clean this mess, along with some water buckets and towels for Pinkamena. Tell them to prepare a bath for her and a bed to let her rest."

"A-alright!"

"Before you go, one detail. Bring the ponies with the stronger stomachs..."

Author's Notes:

I've been noticing that my chapters are FULL of dialogue.
So I'm trying to apply more descriptions of the surroundings and character changes like expressions and other stuff.

What do you say? Leave a comment! :)

Pinkamena's new clothing based of a work from MariaFly <- link