Wheels of Evil – Part 9


The Sun is still up, but the night approaches quickly. Four dark silhouettes sneak toward the edge of the Everfree Forest. Four stallions. They اقدام carefully. Veeeery silently. Like if they were hiding from somepony.

“Are آپ sure this is the right way, Caramel?” one ٹٹو asks quietly.

“Yes, yes…” Bon-Bon told me precisely where is it.” he جوابات and gestures to the two others.

“Clover, Note, اقدام your flanks! We best be doing this before the Sun goes down!”

“Right behind ya!”

“Ssshhh! There!” کیریمل, کآرامال whispers and points to a large, weird object in the woods.

“What is that thing?”

“It doesn’t matter, T-Sky. What matters is that it's evil and it killed Carry. We must trash it for good.”

“But what if Lyra comes?” Clover inquires.

“She won’t.” the آڑو colored stallion replies. “Bon-Bon took her to a concert. Besides, I'd destroy anypony who would try to stop me!”

“Why are we whispering?” Noteworthy says quietly.

“I don’t know… “Caramel rubs his chin. “It’s like… I just don’t want her to hear us…”

“Who?"

“Uh… Never mind… let’s just get this over with.”

“All right, let’s do this!” Twilight Sky exclaims and jumps on the roof of the crimson Plymouth.

Large indentions form on the metal under his weight. The others surround the car. Lucky Clover and Noteworthy hold a baseball bat. کیریمل, کآرامال and T-Sky have crowbars.

The آڑو colored stallion walks up to the front of the car. He gets an uncomfortable feeling standing there. He glares at the vermillion and ivory paint. Sooo shiny. Too perfect. And then that stench fills his nostrils. The smell of a decomposing body. There’s no movement for a few seconds. The others wait for him. The right of the first blow is his. This thing took away Carry! کیریمل, کآرامال raises the crowbar. He keeps staring at the Fury. For a moment he thinks he sees Carrot Top. She’s sitting on the back نشست with a sad look of entreaty. Sorrow is written all over her face. Caramel’s eyes widen. He looks deeply into Carry’s eyes… the moment is gone. There’s nopony there.

It must have been my imagination… the مالٹا, نارنگی earth ٹٹو thinks. The terrifying mask of rage distorts his features. He swings the iron tool.

“For Carrot Top!” کیریمل, کآرامال hisses and strikes the left headlights. The glass shatters to hundreds of pieces. The eerie noise unleashes the anger.

“Wooohoooo!!!!” T-Sky lets out a feral shout and smashes the windshield in.

The four stallions let their emotions flow freely. They put their tools into good use. They work until they cannot raise their arms anymore. The metal monster is dead. Its intestines are all out in the open. They lie on the ground. The earth drinks up the demons black blood. Its metallic body is torn apart. The earth ponies left no part undamaged.

“Did آپ bring it?” کیریمل, کآرامال gasps out, with a cruel grin.

“Sure, it’s right here.” T-Sky جوابات with the same expression.

He gets out a small barrel from his saddlebag nearby. The grey stallion hands it over to his friend. The dominant smell of tar fills the air. It’s still warm. کیریمل, کآرامال pours the ebony liquid all over the interior. Then he lights up a match. The مالٹا, نارنگی earth ٹٹو stares into the small flame for a moment. The devilish grin expands on his face. With a slothful motion, he throws the match inside the car. The tar ignites almost immediately.

کیریمل, کآرامال takes a few steps back. The four ponies watch the flames getting higher and higher, surrounding the metallic monster. The light of the آگ کے, آگ reflects in their eyes. They all have a satisfied, steely smile. Caramel’s the widest.

The flames slowly consume the car. The vermillion paint cockles up and turns black. As the آڑو colored stallion gazes at Christine’s destruction, he spots Carrot سب, سب سے اوپر again. She’s still on the back seat, sitting in the inferno. She stares ahead stoically. The آگ کے, آگ surrounds her. The مالٹا, نارنگی فر, سمور darkens and evaporates. Just like the crimson paint of the Plymouth. She turns her head to کیریمل, کآرامال veeeeery slowly. She pierces her eyes into the stallion’s. The blood freezes in his veins. Carry has no lips. Her bare white teeth are a contrast to her burnt, black body. Her face distorted into an everlasting evil snarl.

“I will devour your soul…” the horrifying apparition whispers.

The unearthly scenario ends when the gas tank explodes. Several metallic parts spin in the air. They plummet to the ground with a series of loud bangs. کیریمل, کآرامال shakes his head. He wonders if the others have seen what he's seen.

“Okay, the job’s done, let’s get the گھاس, ہے out of here!” T-Sky suggests.

“Yeah. We don’t want to be caught for fire-raising… “Lucky Clover and Noteworthy nods.

“Fine. Head home. If anypony asks, we were together at my place.” کیریمل, کآرامال جوابات briefly.

They leave the premise on separate paths.
The night has arrived. The flames are illuminating the tall trees of the Everfree. It’s like a giant torch, visible from miles. The black smoke billows in the air, filling it with strange, unfamiliar stench.

The agony of Christine.