Title:           Bad luck
Author:          WallMixer
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/4z4vpM6y
First Edit:      Tuesday 21st of February 2017 11:32:31 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Wednesday 22nd of February 2017 12:34:16 PM CDT

This is an alternate ending to 'Behind the Wire' http://pastebin.com/t22Pcuvi
 
>Be Lightning
>How long has it been?
>The days have all started to blend together
>I can’t see any clocks or calendars from my cage
>If the periodic hosing down we receive is weekly then I would say it’s been six months
>It feels like ages
>Moonglow has become the only thing in my life that matters
>I would give anything if they would just remove these bars and let us be together
>He wants the same thing, I can tell
>His coat and mane have grown thin, almost bald in places, from constantly rubbing against the wire mesh that separates us
>I’m certain that I am no better off
>It’s been about a week since my last test, and as I’ve come to expect, nothing has changed
>Well, except Kyle
>Kyle’s been acting…odd
>The usually warm and reassuring lab assistant had grown brooding and jaded over the past few days
>He completes his morning rounds with an uncharacteristic lack of enthusiasm
>No “It will all be worth it”, “One day you’ll understand”
>No reassuring petting or pats on the back
>Much to every one’s dismay, No treats
>On his way out he gives me this dark, apologetic look and leaves without a word
>Not long after a pair of techs come in
>One heads over to the little green mare’s cage, and one stops in front of my own
>He opens the door and pulls me out, lifting me over his shoulder
>He’s grip is not particularly firm
>He knows it doesn’t have to be
>Between the lack of exercise and the grueling experiments I’m far too weak to put up much fight
>But that’s not why
>Between the months of isolation, the constant threat of Nicks abuse, and the slow march of time, I’m broken and he knows it
>And so I sit complacently, watching his college carrying the green mare behind us
>The two of us have consigned ourselves to whatever horror they have planned for us
>They take me and the mint green pony to another room
>They have three syringes already prepared, along with two small kennels
>These had clear plastic instead of bars, and had an air filter attached to them
>”So which one gets the vaccine?”
>The other tech shrugged and pulled out a coin
>”Heads the stallion, tails the mare”
>They flip it
>”Tails, she gets it”
>They inject her with one of the syringes
>”Todays your lucky day”
>”Assuming that it works”
>They inject us both with the remaining syringes and drop us into the tanks
>It’s not long that I start burning up
>My skin feels like it’s on fire
>Like I’m being eaten alive by fire ants
>On top of that I have a cough and I’m having trouble breathing through my nose
>Suddenly I’m thrown to the side of the cage as my legs jerk wildly
>The muscles in my chest and abdomen begin to cramp as well, forcing the air from my lungs
>After a moment the seizure subsides
>I notice a metallic taste in my mouth
>It’s blood, my blood
>I feel something wet running down my nose
>A quick lick confirms my suspicions, more blood
>I’m hit by several more seizures, eventually I stop bothering to get up
>At this point it’s become abundantly clear that the blood is a direct result of whatever they injected me with
>I have to endure this, just like I’ve endured all the others
>I need to come back to Moonglow
>A coughing fit takes me
>When it finally subsides there is a fine coat of blood on the floor
>Risking a glance at the mare, I see that she’s doing far better
>This ‘Vaccine’ they gave her seems to be doing the trick
>Not long after they shut off the lights in the room
>I may as well try to sleep
>The night is restless
>I’m constantly disturbed by coughing fits, seizures, and now vomiting
>At this point it’s really dry heaving, but that make little difference
>I don’t bother getting up or trying to keep it off me
>My body hurts
>Tonight I can’t even sleep long enough to dream of Moonglow
>Hopefully I’ll get to be with him soon
>Finally the lights come back on
>The bottom of the tank is filled with a dark slurry of blood and bile
>I try to blink the blood from my eyes
>After a few attempts I realize I’m bleeding from my eyes
>I’m down to one lung, the other feels like it’s filled with water
>My insides are burning, it hurts even worse than my first surgery
>The doctors look at me with an analytical apathy
>They jot down some notes before one of them leans forward
>He flicks a switch on the ventilator above my tank and then turns to look at the mare
>A light gray fog begins to fill my enclosure
>Though my blood clogged nose I can make out the scent of almonds
>The pain dims as my vision begins to fade
>I’m sorry Moonglow
>I won’t be coming back