Author's Notes:

Ever get annoyed when you forget one tiny detail and have to restart something all over? Yeah, well, I had to do that.

Three times.

Standing in the rain with an orange coat stood Adagio. She peered up at Sunset's house with a bloodthirsty look. It was time. It was time to retrieve what she's been needing for a long time. The girl brandished the knife in her hand with ease. It had a nice fit in her hand. The ridges were perfectly made as if specifically designed for her. The rain fell over her hood and she smiled. Taking in a deep breath she smelt death in the air.

It was time for Sunset to die.

She stepped out from the shadows and made her way toward the house. The wet earth squished beneath her feet and she imagined it to be blood that she was stepping in. Oh, how wonderful that would be...Slowly, she made her way to the steps and reached for the doorknob. It was locked. Glancing around she saw a flower pot. Grabbing it, she threw it at the side of the house.

BANG!

Adagio ducked behind some bushes and waited. When no one came to the door she tried something else. Finding a rock, she pitched it up toward a window. The glass broke and the curtains rushed out to meet the rain. They fluttered under the wet tears of the sky and were pounded down on by the water. A dog barked and within seconds Adagio heard the door open and she stood to the side out of sight. Slowly, Sunset appeared peeking out from the doorframe. Her tired eyes scanned the area warily.

To Adagio's glee she did not notice her standing right beside her at the door. But the girl froze. She stood there stiffly and did not move. That was a bad decision.

A smell so pungent came drifting to her nose. Sunset stood there in the cold air wondering what it was. It was so disgusting. Like death seemed to loom over her. In fact, it was the smell of rotten flesh. She paused. Her dog Rascal sniffed around at her feet and growled. There was something there. Something was outside of her house. It was apparent from the busted window upstairs but she had expected to have scared the person off when she threw the door open.

Sunset felt something cold touch her neck and she shivered. It felt sharp and dug into her skin.

"Hello," a voice all too familiar said and Sunset immediately turned her head, feeling a warm liquid ooze from where the cold object was on her neck.

There before her was Twilight. Her eyes were crazed and cheerful. She was smiling and wearing an orange raincoat. But the smile was so creepy. An artificial one placed on her face as if everything was going on just dandy-like. Looking at her reminded Sunset of a doll. Glassy eyes stared back, seeming to look through her yet right at her. A painted smile plastered to her face, forever showing fake joy. Her face was clear of any marks and perfect. Usually this would be something Sunset liked but not now.

Not when she had a knife to her neck.

Without thinking, Sunset yelled," Rascal!"

The huge golden retriever lunged at Twilight and she fell back as the dog bit her in the leg. Sunset ran away from the house and headed off blindly to wherever would keep her safe from the girl. There was so much rain that she couldn't see where she was going. As long as she could get some distance from Twilight...Sunset heard a loud whine and whimper and she stopped.

"Rascal!"

The big dog cried out in agony and his moaning bark began to wind down as if his breath was leaving him. In the distance, she saw an orange coat. Twilight was coming toward her limping and holding up a bloody knife. She had that same look of complete innocence. Like she just didn't kill her dog. Sunset bit her tongue and whispered an apology and quick prayer to Rascal before shooting off. It was a choice between life and death, and she chose life. She knew she would regret sacrificing Rascal for it.

She ran down the street and shot past the closed stores of Canterlot. It was stupid to bother and try to find a place to hide here. The shops were locked and closed and she'd only be wasting time. She saw herself running past SugarCube Corner. That means she was somewhere close to the park. If she headed there she could probably shake her off since the park's so open and the rain was there to hide her.

Speeding up, she went into the direction of her designated area of choice. she was shivering from the cold air and fear. Though she was more convinced it as from fear more than anything. When had she fallen in love with a killer?! This was all so strange. Why did Twilight try to murder her? And then deny it? Sunset saw her face and yet the girl said it wasn't true.

Sunset felt the wet grass under her bare feet and sprinted across it as she felt the ground sucking at her heels. With all this rain the earth was soft and could easily give in to her weight. Sunset was afraid that if she stood in one spot too long she would be sucked in and never return. It was a stupid thought but with all that's happening, it seemed quite logical to her. The pound of her feet slackened as she felt herself give out. She should be far enough away from Twilight to have lost her.

Sunset looked around her and panted. It was painfully loud here. The rain seemed to have gotten louder. If anything snuck up on her, she would have absolutely no idea. She waited. Standing there like an open target was the worst thing to do. But she had no choice. If she kept moving, she might run into her. But if she stayed still she might run into her. Either way, death was a possibility. The ground sunk down a bit as the water in it pressed to the surface and slushed around her toes. Everything was going by so fast but so low.

Her heart pounded in her ear.

The rain beat down on her.

And Twilight stood behind her holding a knife and smelling of rotten flesh.