"Bleeding Love" By:ThePurpleManiac Edited by: Lord of Nothing A loud clap of thunder sounded outside of the Ponyville General Hospital. The Weather Ponies had really done a great job on it, and most everypony would agree, but everypony currently sat inside their homes, trying their best to stay safe and warm during the storm. The scene changes from a rather violent storm to the interior of an empty, room. The walls, floor, and ceiling are not like any other room in Ponyville; they're white. While the room is quite bare, one would still be able to hear sounds come in from the world outside. However, another sound threatens to block out the storm. It's a distinct humming sound. A pair of droopy, blue eyes stare emotionlessly at the cushioned ceiling. The pair of eyes belong to a pale-pink stallion know to many as Berriswainer Davinci Bubble, but his friends, what little he actually has left of them, Berry. Ass you might be able to tell from the descriptions of Berry's room, our hero is stuck in a straight jacket. Why is he in a straight jacket, you might ask? He did something that nopony should ever do, performing the unspeakeable acts in the basement of Sugarcube Corner. Nopony knows why he did it, but he does. It was all for one very special mare. It was all for Pinkie Pie. Well, that’s what everypony calls her around town. Her real name, the one Berry prefered to adress her as, is Pinkamena Diane Pie. A soft chuckle could be heard from the restrained stallion as he recounted that fateful night's events in his head. His life had finally gone to Hell about three weeks ago... \*\*\* (Three weeks ago, in the basement of Sugarcube Corner) Sounds of metal devices meeting others filled the rather small room. Blood had splattered itself across the room. He pants and grunts, the crimson liquid dripping from his chest, himself trying to wipe it off with one hand while the other firmly grasps a meat cleaver. He stares down at his own blood as it covered and caked his hand, studying the substance as if he'd never seen it before. A sly smile creeps on to his face, almost like he’s enjoying it. His gaze draws from his hand towards the one who caused his life to start spilling out of his body. The mare had the same coat, mane, and cutie mark, even having his twisted smile perfected, probably more than he had. Pinkamena. The lunatic mare stood her ground, staring at him viciously with her cold, dull, blue eyes and her Cheshire Cat smile, holding a large knife in her hand. Her left upper-arm has a sizeable cut on it from Berry. Pinkamena finally broke the silence, taunting, “What’s the matter, Berry? You don't stand a chance against me!” Berry growled at her. “Shut up! I could take you with a hand behind my back!” He charged at her, continuing their battle. Pinkamena was doing the exact same attacks as Berry, which instantly blocks his cleaver with her knife. He swung at her again, but that resulted in another block from her. The cycle repeats itself over and over, until there's finally a chink in her armor. Pinkamena had grown careless, and the meat cleaver scrapes against her cheek, creating another small cut. The pink mare backs away, dropping her knife and placing a hand on her cheek. She pulled away and took a look. A smear of dark-red bood covered her index through pinkie fingers. She gritted her teeth, and turned to look at him with out caution she was tackle down. Struggle each other, biting each other, pulling each other. This, however, kept going on about few minutes. Later, the two psychos laid side by side. Berry, still bleeding got up but was pushed down by Pinkamena as she got herself up, using him as a prop to aid her. She walked over to a table, getting some thread and a single needle. She made her way back to Berry, helping him stand up, then walking him to a table. He did so, shivering as the cold metal of the table chilled him to the bone. Pinkamena leaned over him, threading the needle, then proceeding to work on the chest wound she had given him. He grunted in pain, feeling the needle pinch him as it pierced his skin as she began to sew. Eyes squinted, he bit his bottom lip to keep himself from yelling out. Pinkamena sees this and smiles to herself as she works. Berry didn't know how much more he could bear. Once she finished, she got off of him, placing the sewing kit on the floor, then went to get bandages. “Sit up,” she ordered. He complied, wincing as the thread pinched him. When he sat completelt upright, Pinkamena went right to work, wrapping him with the medical tape. She finishes moments later, and he thanked her as he began getting off the table, but stopped when he noticed her upper forearm was still bleeding down to her hand. “Your arm is stilling bleeding,” he stated, mentally slapping himself when he realized she probably already knew that. “It’s alright, don’t worry about it,” said Pinkamena. “It'll stop eventually.” She turned to leave, but Berry grabbed pulled her back. “Stop acting like a bitch. It’s gonna get infected if you leave it like this," he said with a irritated look in his eyes. She turned her head to look at him, anger and annoyance written all over her face. He looked back the same way. The room falls silent. Two pink ponies don't dare speak to each other. Small drops of blood continues to drip to the floor. Finally, she sighs, rolling her eyes as she breathes out, “Fine.” Berry manages to chuckle. He grabbed the kit and started to work on her wound. Minutes later, once she was all taken care of, the two of them leave the basement, heading upstairs quietly so as to not wake up the Cakes and the children. They somehow managed to make it without a sound, and make their way on to the bed shortly after. Pinkamena was on the left side, and Berry on the right. Both faced each other, staring in to kne another's eyes. The night was late. Both of them didn’t want to go to sleep just then, but their bodies betrayed them. As a peaceful sleep washed over them, they hoped that they wouldn't remember what happened tonight after their normal selves take the power back. \*\*\* Now, back in the present, Berry’s other half wishes that he hadn't figured out what happened between him and Pinkamena to put themselves in the positions they had woken up in, each covered head-to-toe in mysterious bruises and cuts that weren't there the night before. Everypony was wondering about this, even his friends, who had grown more suspicious of his activities. It had been going on until about Hearts and Hooves Day. He was caught in the basement with a knife to Pinkamena’s throat by Dusk Shine and Twilight Sparkle, who came by for the party that his half and Pinkamena’s half were throwing. However, this discovery was not the strangest. To make matters worse for the both of them, they were drenched in blood, and completely naked. Now that the cat had been let out of the bag, he became stuck here. Six months he’s been locked up here instead of some regular prison because of his "mentally unstable" state. Pinkamena was sent to a hospital later the same day they were found together. The last Berry had heard, she was in a coma after a massive amount of blood loss, but is stable. Berriswainer felt stupid for not remembering about the damn party that his normal half had planned. He wished he was quicker, so as to not have gotten caught. He wished that she was here, stuck in this solid white room with him. That is, until he heard footsteps from outside the hallway, which snapped him from his thoughts. He ignored it, as it was probably the doctor coming by again to check on him. Once the footsteps stop by his door, it opens. He closes his eyes. Just pretend that somepony is there. The door shuts, becoming closed once more. The mysterious pony walks over to the strapped-up pyschopath and lays herself on top of him. Berriswainer felt it more as he opened his eyes to see...some blue eyes staring right back at him. “Pinkamena?” he asks almost silently. “Hey, Berry. Or, would you prefer I call you 'Berriswainer'?” The pink mare smirks as she looks down at the stallion strapped down beneath her.