Post by Diamond on Feb 26, 2013 6:32:52 GMT -5
It should have been terrible. A horrific, sickening, shattering crunch that would have turned anyponies stomach just to watch. It should have been a nightmare. It should have been traumatic. It should have hurt.
But it didn't.
She didn't feel a thing. From several hundred feet up, slamming face first into a concrete staircase- catching the worn away edges of the foundation should have snapped her neck like a twig, pulverized her face, and left her a twitching mess ground.
But it didn't.
Diamond Dancer didn't feel a thing. Couldn't feel a thing. Her body was the awe of scientists and doctor's alike, and a constant reminder of the world she would never get to experience, yet constantly swirled around her. The Fantastic Filly. The Miracle Mare from Manehatten. The Impossible Pony. Miss Indestructible. That was her. Invincible. Her bone density was unnatural. Her skin seemed to have the consistency of real diamonds, and pain was a long forgotten dream.
She wished for it, though. She begged for it. She hoped, and prayed and screamed for it. With every crash landing, she hoped for a sensation of suffering- that a bone would be broken and she would shriek out in agony. No pony would understand a dream like that, but no pony could understand being trapped in a world you couldn't touch.
To hear the muted voices discussing the new cupcakes at Sugar Cube Corner- the place of chocolates and cookies and candy and cakes. A place where, for Diamond Dancer- everything tasted the same. Bland and gray- like Styrofoam and packing peanuts.
The warmth of the summer sun or the fresh scent of flowers on a spring breeze- a mystery that would forever elude her, no matter how many ponies tried to describe it to her.
She climbed to her hooves and took a deep breath of the tasteless air. She was invincible. And no pony in the world would know how much it hurt.
But it didn't.
She didn't feel a thing. From several hundred feet up, slamming face first into a concrete staircase- catching the worn away edges of the foundation should have snapped her neck like a twig, pulverized her face, and left her a twitching mess ground.
But it didn't.
Diamond Dancer didn't feel a thing. Couldn't feel a thing. Her body was the awe of scientists and doctor's alike, and a constant reminder of the world she would never get to experience, yet constantly swirled around her. The Fantastic Filly. The Miracle Mare from Manehatten. The Impossible Pony. Miss Indestructible. That was her. Invincible. Her bone density was unnatural. Her skin seemed to have the consistency of real diamonds, and pain was a long forgotten dream.
She wished for it, though. She begged for it. She hoped, and prayed and screamed for it. With every crash landing, she hoped for a sensation of suffering- that a bone would be broken and she would shriek out in agony. No pony would understand a dream like that, but no pony could understand being trapped in a world you couldn't touch.
To hear the muted voices discussing the new cupcakes at Sugar Cube Corner- the place of chocolates and cookies and candy and cakes. A place where, for Diamond Dancer- everything tasted the same. Bland and gray- like Styrofoam and packing peanuts.
The warmth of the summer sun or the fresh scent of flowers on a spring breeze- a mystery that would forever elude her, no matter how many ponies tried to describe it to her.
She climbed to her hooves and took a deep breath of the tasteless air. She was invincible. And no pony in the world would know how much it hurt.
DiiAmoNd! Iss thIs vIgneTte trUuUe? Are yOu so unlUckiLy inseEnNsaTe to the plEasSureS of beeEinG??