Twisted Love Chapter 9

Fluttershy snuggles closely against the smooth scaly skin, burying her nose into the center of the reptile's back.  It's warm and comforting.  A close heat to her nose.  She squeezes him closer when she feels something pinching at her forehead.  She scrunches her eyebrows, not liking the feel and groans quietly.  But the motion continues with a hard slap to her head.
"Wha-what?  Please don't...." she says, raising her head slowly.
She hears a gasping sound and sees the raptor's eyes rolling up his head, Ophelia's hoof against his neck, and she can hear the sound of flesh squeezing, crushing.
"Ophelia!" she yells, suddenly fully awake.  "What are you doing?!"
Ophelia turns quietly, tears streaming down her eyes over her cheeks.  "You bucking bitch," she hisses.  "You..."
Fluttershy leaps at the blue mare, slamming into her with force, crashing against the floor.  "No!" she yells, "Stop it!"
The hoof slaps into her cheek.  It's not much of a blow but it is enough to throw her back against the cushions of the bed.  She turns her head to the sounds of coughing and hacking.   The raptor has turned to his side, his body shivering violently, throat gurgling and sucking in lung fulls of air.  Ophelia.  How could she? How...
She suddenly feels two hooves against her throat, the pressure suddenly squeezing.  She grips the arms with her hooves, feeling her own air being cut off.  Choking.
She struggles weakly, fluttering her wings and kicking with her feet on the floor.  But she can't balance herself properly, her hooves sliding on the floor.  She can't punch properly distanced like this.  
Her eyes roll towards the raptor.  Oh why didn't she learn his name?  She needs to call it out.  She gags... her tongue almost lolling as she gasp, "p-please help..."

*****

Lews lifts his head slowly, his arms shaking.  His chest burns, the fire against his ribs screaming as the air rushes back into his lungs.  He coughs, struggling breaths.  Some of the fluid coming out from his lips is warm and on the pillow he can see through his haze that the liquid comes out black.  
The scent comes to his nose and he finds himself shaking.  Blood.  That's what it is.  Blood.  She'd been trying to kill him!  The bitch!  She'd...
Something slams into the bed, rocking him back against the pillow, the wet blood sticking to his scales.  He hears hooves struggling on the floor, the gasp of prey whispering.  Whispering "p-please help..."  A short whinny follows after.  
Lews raises his head slowly, looking towards the blue pegasus.  She is choking Fluttershy, her tongue already rolling out.   
His body tenses, a shiver running through his spine.  He is weak and he can't do much but..
He reacts on impulse, his teeth snapping down on Ophelia's forearm.  Almost immediately he lets go, but so does she.  
Fluttershy slumps against the bed, coughing and gagging like he did once before.   He remains quiet, looking at her pale form under the dim light of the moon.  
"You bucking fool," he hears a dark voice whisper.  He jerks his head up, looking towards the blue pegasus.  Her head is tilted down, tears streaming down her cheeks, shining brightly against the moon's light.  Why?  Why is she crying?  He remains quiet, just staring.  
"You bucking fool," she says, her arms tensing.  He tenses himself, readying for the attack that is sure to come, but it is so fast he has no time to react.  Something is suddenly rocking against his left cheek and he finds himself flung from the bed, airborne.  The sensation last only a moment as he crashes against the back wall with a thud.
His body feels like it is crushed, he hears part of the wall give, something to his side cracking.  Then there is just blackness as his jaw slams against the floor.  He only stares weakly, trying to push back the dark, as he sees a pair of blue hooves coming towards him slowly.  His claw raises and falls back with a slap, eye shutting, giving way to the full darkness.  "Ophelia..." he whispers.

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She comes towards him slowly, each step heavy, the tears streaming down her cheeks and hitting the floor wetly.  She'd believed him different, believed he'd not be as dumb as her brother... as any man.  Her hoof reaches down towards him when a voice yells "Stop!"
She turns slowly, regarding Fluttershy as the pony gasp, blood spilling from between breaths.  Ophelia stares, her mind going back to a memory.
The legs plop to the floor with a sick thud as her blade goes through the boy's shoulder, making him scream.  Ophelia looks back, a grin twisting her lips.  "I told you if you rush the healing they won't hold."
The blonde haired woman with her bob grits her teeth, growling at Ophelia.  But she goes back to trying to fix her legs, attach them to her body.  An offensive warrior, and so very weak, she thinks.  How laughable.
"Such a good girl," she says, blocking one of the boy's inept attacks without a thought.  "But don't be too slow or you know... this boy will lose his head.  And he sure needs your help."
She smiles, chuckling softly, watching the boy panting before her.  Twelve years old or somewhere there abouts she'd guess.  He is gasping, his chest heaving with each breath he takes. She smiles.  The agony of these humans and the trash of awakened beings.  How she loved to make them squirm.   Time to make the bitch squirm a little more by cutting her boy toy.
He raises his sword, giving a war cry and cuts it short as her blade passes under his arm through his side.  He grits his teeth, biting back tears.  "That must hurt," she says.  "Then... how about this?"
The blade cuts again, ripping through his leg.  The blood sprays, and she waits for his scream to come.  It doesn't.  Her smile slips and she slashes again.  "There?" she says.  He simply looks at her with a cold hateful gaze but though the blood sprays the air, he does not cry.  "How about there?" she says getting irritated.  "Or there?"
Slash after slash, with the boy tensing, not even trying to attack any longer.  But not a scream, not a cry, not the trickle of a word.  It's pissing her off.  How can this stupid human who is a wisp of a man, resist this?  How can he be trying to spit on her like this?  She knows.  Let's bait Clare again, she thinks.
"Look at him, holding back his tears even though he's been cut so very much.  Even though it hurts very much," she says, mocking Clare.  
"That's enough!" the boy yells, the blade slashing just before her face.  Admirable she thinks.  She'd almost forgotten he could attack.
He is breathing heavily now, holding the blade that must be getting heavier in his grip and looks towards her.  She can see his grip shaking.  "That's enough," he says, the blood dripping down his face from a cut she gave him on the forehead.  "You're just trying to blow Clare's concentration.  You call those attacks?  I can barely feel them!  Come on and give me something real!"
The determination, the fire in his eyes.  So much like that man, that man she'd seen earlier, before that monster, that bitch, stuck her hand into his side and tore out his guts.  It just pisses her off so much.  All her anger boils in her, all that fire and rage.  
But there is none of that now, she thinks, looking back into reality and the blonde mare who is almost begging her to stop.  "Stop it," says the mare, gripping her hoof in her own.  "He didn't do anything wrong!  He was just trying to comfort me!  We didn't do anything, I swear!"
"Liar," she says quietly.  
"What?" says the blonde pony, eyes going wide.
Ophelia back hands her with her hoof, hearing the crack of bone and flesh as the mare falls backwards.  She slides back and hits the opposing end of the room with a thud. "Worthless bitch," she hisses.  
She walks over to Razor, looking down at him.  His body is slumped on the floor, breathing coming out in a labored force.  She leans down her hoof towards him, memories of a smile and warm eyes in her vision.  
"Stop!" she hears Fluttershy yell. "Don't hurt him!"
Gritting her teeth, she grips the raptor by the nape of his neck and slings him over her shoulder.  His weight is light to her, no more then her sword, if that.  She steps around the blonde pony who is trying to get up and walks out the room, out the open space of the kitchen.  She hears the pony stumble, trying to follow them.  
She spreads her wings, gathering the wind beneath them and springs into the air with her catch.  "Waaaaaiiiittt!" she hears the blonde mare yell from below.  But she does not listen, instead hearing the wind rushing over her ears and mane, brushing over her skin.  She looks at the reptile's calm face, his eye fluttering and breathing very shallow as she flies high into the night sky.
"Bastard..." she whispers, feeling the tears still flowing from her eyes. Just like her brother and that worthless boy... They are all the same.  Men.