The Day My Life Ended (Editing)

Chapter Forty-Seven

I don't have a plan.

I know, most people think I would have a plan by now. I did too, but I can't think of anything to do. It would help if I had some back-up. You see, some time ago twelve men came in and took away the Mane 6. They were all kicking and screaming, AJ and RD so much they had to be sedated. Fluttershy was so terrified, I could practically hear her screaming for my help just from the look in her eyes. Rarity was just yelling at the men getting their filthy hands on her, Pinkie was telling them they were being Meanie Pants and Twilight tried to use her magic only to be sedated a well.

When I ran to the bars to try and reach them, one of the men pushed me back so hard I fell flat onto the stone floor. It really hurt my shoulders and lower back, I think I had a bump on the back of me head.

So I was all alone again. I had no idea where Dominic was taking my Ponyville friends, or where he had taken my other friends. Or what he had done to my little dragon, or Spike. Or what Darcy was going thru all because of me... what's worse it that I was starting to becoming starving so it was really hard to think straight long enough to form a plan that didn't involve stopping by a Vending Machine.

Ugh...the universe hates me. What had I ever done to it? Was this my punishment for those months spent as Dark Morgan? Was it punishment for killing Darcy, twice? Three times now if I couldn't figure out a way out of this hell.

Suddenly, I heard the metal door opening. Was it Dominic coming to gloat or something?

"Hello?"

The figure walked into the dungeon, walking close to my cell. I immediately smelled something warm and greasy. When she finally came, I noticed she looked like Lila. Albeit, an older Lila with different colored eyes, but still Lila. In her hands was a box of... pizza. Was it that late?

Mrs. Chamberlin (it wasn't that hard to figure out, if she was Lila's mom then she was married to Dominic) walked to my cell and gave me a semi-harsh look.

"Hello Darcy." Now I know why Darcy hated being called Morgan, if this keeps going on I'm gonna go insane! "Look, I know I shouldn't even be here right now, but it's cruel to let a teenager starve." She lifted the lid on the box that I had been staring at, I felt a bit of drool coming onto my chin. "It's cheese, I didn't know what you wanted."

She couldn't gotten me a pizza made of dirt I would've eaten it. I think the last time I ate was dinner on Friday. It had to be 24 hours since then.

The blonde slowly unlocked my cell, opened it and gave me the box. I dropped it onto the bed and pulled a slice of cheese pizza out. I inhaled it and another before I heard the door close.

"Wow, I guess you were hungry." Mrs. Chamberlin laughed.

"Mh-hmm." I agreed with having my third slice. Swallowing the bite, I looked over at her. "So, who the heck are you?" It took me another second to realize this was my breakfast.

"I'm Felicity Chamberlin, you can call me Felicity." Lila's mom greeted.

"I'm Darcy" I almost winced, "you can call Darce. That's what Morgue calls me."

"Morg?"

"No, Morgue."

"That's what I said."

"No you said Morg I said Morgue."

"I don't hear a difference." Mrs. Chamberlin said, starting to look annoyed.

"There's a ue at the end of Morgue. Where they keep dead bodies on cop shows? That's her nickname. She really likes it." I said, giggled through the bites of pizza. Darcy and I always did that with people when they said Morg instead of Morgue. and yes, we can tell the difference.