Six years after murders ...


“I can’t stand her anymore Applebloom! She’s always picking on us because we still don’t have our cutie marks and it’s driving me crazy!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed as she threw herself on top of her friend’s bed.

Applebloom sat at the side of her bed and simply sighed, trying to somehow quell the anger of her unicorn friend.

“Y’all know how she is Sweetie Belle. That’s just her. Ah wouldn’t get my mane in a bunch about it though.”

Sweetie Belle looked over to the farm pony and shot her look of question and annoyance.

“But I’m tired of it! We’re in middle school now and she’s still doing this! I had to listen to her all day in class talk to her little friends about me and she even made fun of the fact that I like a dragon! I don’t get it!”

Sweetie Belle wasn’t mad about Tiara’s insults toward her. She had gotten so use to them over the years that she was basically immune to them. What she was upset about was the fact that she was still doing it. She thought that when ponies got older, they became older and wiser, but in Tiara’s case, it seemed that concept didn’t apply.

“Ah know Sweetie Belle. Ah have to deal with the same thing too when she sees me but Ah simply don’t give her the time of day. Ah just avoid her and if she says something really crazy, Ah’ll just buck her to the next century.”

Sweetie Belle couldn’t help but laugh a little as that image came into her mind. It would seem so much like Applebloom to do that but she knew it was only because of the way she was brought up. No pony could deny that Applebloom had grown into a strong mare but also one to not be tested with. Sweetie Belle couldn’t recall all the times that Applebloom had gotten into fights but she knew one thing: the unfortunate soul that did pick a fight with her, mare or stallion, was going to end up on the ground with a bloody muzzle...if they were lucky.

“Yeah, I don’t doubt that. Wouldn’t mind seeing you send her to the hospital.”

Applebloom rolled her eyes playfully.

“Ah rather not let it get to that. Anyways, just let it be for now. After we’re done with middle school, we won’t have to see her again.”

Sweetie Belle lifted herself on the bed and looked at the farm pony with perplexity.

“Huh? Why is that?”

“Ah heard she movin out of Ponyville after she’s done.”

This was good news to hear but why would Diamond Tiara’s mother be moving out of Ponyville? As much as she relished the idea of Tiara being gone, she had to know why.

“Have you heard why?” Sweetie Belle asked.

Applebloom looked away and spoke.

“It’s about what happened at Sugarcube Corner....”

“Oh...” Sweetie Bell answered flatly.

Of course it was that.

Ever since the brutal murders of Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and her sister Rarity, ponies had gradually been leaving Ponyville, thinking that by somehow leaving the small town that the bloody memory would somehow leave them and stay behind. Applebloom and Sweetie Belle knew this but also knew something that horrific and monstrous simply couldn’t be forgotten.

Especially for them.

“Yeah...” Applebloom said as she now looked over back to Sweetie Belle.

Sweetie Belle stayed silent as the terrible memory began to penetrate her mind. The night she learned of Rarity’s death , the intense pain and sorrow that followed after, and the countless nights that she would cry herself to sleep and hold onto some type of hope that it was all some type of dream.

But if that wasn’t convincing enough to show her that it was reality, then what happened two weeks after the loss of her sister would.

We are so sorry Sweetie Belle. We regret to tell thee that thy parents have been killed in a train accident.

Those were the words that tore her very soul to shreds, as if it wasn’t already. It was at that point that Sweetie Belle realized as a small filly that life was not this innocent, happy thing but cruel and unforgiving.

But what was the cause of this? The cause of this pain and misery?

Pinkie Pie. It was that pink mare that killed her sister and though the pony had nothing to do with her parents, she still put the blame on her. Her family, gone and dead, because of Pinkie Pie.

Sweetie Belle bit her lower lip as she tried to repress the image of the party pony. Her bouncy mane and her deceiving smile stood still in her mental eye and a burning hate began to rise within the unicorn. She wanted to do so many things to Pinkie; put her in unimaginable pain and agony just as she did to her sister.

She wanted to kill Pinkie Pie.

Alas, Pinkie Pie was had been gone for the past six years and while Twilight searched for her, Sweetie Belle was only left with her dark fantasies.

“Sweetie Belle....are y’all okay?” Applebloom asked as she took notice of Sweetie Belle’s demeanor and hooves clenching the sheets.

The unicorn ripped herself from such terrible memories and brought her focus back to Applebloom.

“Yeah...was just thinking was all.”

“Ah’m sorry...Ah didn’t mean to bring that back up,” Applebloom said as she put her hoof on Sweetie Belle’s shoulder.

Sweetie Belle didn’t know why she was still like this. Anytime she heard of Sugarcube Corner, her mind would go straight back to that terrible night and the feelings that came with it would resurface. Pain, despair, hopelessness, hate; all of them would come back and try to take her.

She hated it.

It’s been six years and as painful as it was to know that she would never see Rarity or her parents ever again, she thought everything healed with time.

At least that’s what Princess Luna had told her.

Everything heals with time child....

But did it? How could one heal from something like that? How could one heal from being told that their own sister was brutally murdered, maimed, and mauled by one who she thought was Rarity’s friend? How could one heal from losing their parents two weeks after losing their own sister?

“How do you do it Applebloom?” Sweetie Belle suddenly asked.

Applebloom raised her brow, confused about what exactly her friend was asking.

“How do Ah do what?”

Sweetie Bell sighed but explained herself.

“How do you always seem like nothing bothers you? I mean, ever since I lost Rarity and everytime I think about her or anything reminds me of that night, these feelings come back.”

Applebloom stayed silent for a moment, processing her question or maybe simply trying to repress her own dark memories.

“It does bother me but Ah know Applejack wouldn’t want me to focus on it. Everytime Ah do though, Ah only remind myself my sister buckin’ apples, not when she died.”

“Why? All I can see is Rarity and the pain and fear she had to have gone through...because of Pinkie.”

Applebloom’s face grimaced slightly at the name of Pinkie but she kept her composure.

“Pinkie Pie will answer for what she done Sweetie Belle. Twilight and Princess Luna promised us that she would, so Ah don’t focus on her but don’t think for a minute that Ah don’t miss Applejack.”

Sweetie Belle immediately answered.

“No! I didn’t mean to say...I know you-”

“Ah know what you mean, Ah was just lettin’ you know was all,” Applebloom reassured.

Sweetie Belle cursed herself inside. She was wondering how a conversation about how much she hated Tiara turned into one that made her look like she was questioning her friend’s love for her sister.

“I’m sorry,” Sweetie Belle apologized, “I didn’t mean to bring all this back up. Just hearing about Sugarcube Corner...”

“Don’t worry about it,” Applebloom assured, “But one last thing then we can stop talkin’ bout’ all this.”

“What?” Sweetie Belle said, wondering what Applebloom wanted to say about all this.

Applebloom narrowed her eyes a bit and Sweetie Belle saw a glimpse of anger within the earth pony.

“What would you do if you ever found Pinkie Pie before Twilight and Luna?”

Sweetie Belle knew exactly what she would do to her.

“I would kill her. Make her suffer for what she done to Rarity,” Sweetie Belle said in a cold and sure tone.

It was wrong but she had never been so sure of her answer. Twilight was searching for Pinkie so she could be turned in to Luna and the princess deal with her for her crimes but was that justice? Was it justice that Pinkie had taken the lives of ponies that so many loved?

That was not justice...not to Sweetie Belle.

Pinkie deserved to suffer and die, just as she did to her sister. The unciorn could only imagine the sheer terror and pain that Pinkie made her sister go through and she wanted to do the same. Justice was Pinkie torn apart, limb from limb, eyes gouged out, and her body mauled and demolished to the point that the party pony was beyond recognizing.

Justice could only be done with Pinkie’s death.

Applebloom stared at her for a moment. Sweetie Belle didn’t know if her friend was simply shocked at her or wondering what would bring such an answer, but it was neither.

A small smile spread across Applebloom’s face.

“Ah would too...”

They both stared at each other silently. Nothing had to be said to know how dark and wrong their answers were and how evil it was to actually relish in such an answer, but the idea of vengeance for their sisters comforted them. That dark hope for Pinkie to be found and killed by their own hooves actually brought a sliver of happiness for them.

Sweetie Belle looked out to window of Applebloom’s room and saw Luna’s moon glowing brightly within the darkness outside.

“Well, I better get back home to Twilight,” Sweetie Belle said as she hopped off Applebloom’s bed and grabbed her saddlebag with her magic “ Princess Luna is supposed to be coming tonight to see how we’re all doing anyways.”

Applebloom nodded and did the same.

“Alrighty then Sweetie Belle,” Applebloom said, “tell the princess Ah said hi. Ah got to buck a few more apples before I go to bed.”

With that the two mares left Applebloom’s room and shut the door behind them. One to see Twilight and her secret crush, Spike, and the other to attend to her apple trees, just as her sister did before her.

But this night was far from over for Sweetie Belle.

It was only just beginning.

The night was cool and refreshing against Sweetie Belle’s body. Crickets chirped and she heard the occasional ruffling of woodland critters that were trying to find their homes so they could lay themselves to sleep.

It was peaceful but Sweetie Belle didn’t notice it. She was lost within the own torment of her mind.

The dark memory of her sister’s death wouldn’t let go of her brain and since she had left Appleblooms and was left to her own thoughts, it only made it harder to repress it.

Why did she have to die? Why did you do it Pinkie?

As much as she hated the pink mare for taking her sister away from her, she couldn’t help but ask why. Now she wasn’t looking for a reason to somehow understand or see if it was actually a good reason, for there was no reason in the world that would be good enough reason for Pinkie to kill Rarity, but she just wanted to know what pushed Pinkie to do such evil.

What could bring anypony to kill their own friends?

She knew she could never bring herself to kill her friends, no matter what they did. She couldn’t fathom taking Applebloom’s life nor even think about it. The same went for Scootaloo but that orange pegasus disappeared long ago and that was another memory Sweetie Belle didn’t want to focus on.

I need to talk to Luna about all this...see if she could help me stop thinking about all this.

She wanted these thoughts of Pinkie, Rarity, and her parents to stop plaguing her because they always brought back the pain and anger from so long ago and made her only want to find Pinkie herself and tear her apart.

It wasn’t right to have thoughts of inducing pain and death, especially for a mare her age. It’s not what Rarity would’ve wanted but she couldn’t help it and she wasn’t like Applebloom who could simply ignore such feelings, so what was she to do?

I hate you....I fucking hate you Pinkie.

That’s all she could do. Damn and curse Pinkie’s name and simply hope that out of the odd blue, Pinkie would reappear somewhere where she could find her and make her pay for what she had put her through; for what she put everypony through.

Sweetie Belle continued walking down the dirt road, passing tree after tree as she let her thoughts torture her. Only the moon and stars above watched her from above as the mare’s heart was torn, thrown, and wrenched in every possible way.

“Well, well, well, look who it is,” a cocky, smooth voice said the side.

Sweetie Belle ripped herself away from her inner turmoil and turned her head to meet a pony that made her very heart drop to her stomach and made her want to scream out of complete disgust.

The pony had a pink coat and her pale, light grayish violet mane with white streaks in it was now much longer than when she was but a small filly. Her tail still held the same style along with the signature tiara that sat atop her head.

“Diamond Tiara, I’m not in the mood right now okay? I’m just trying to get home.”

Tiara smirked, as if somehow the unicorn was joking.

“Why would somepony want you home? Especially one without a special talent.”

Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes and simply turned away and began to walk away, not giving the dignity of an answer but the earth pony decided to persist and run in front of the unicorn to block her way.

“Ugh, move Tiara,” Sweetie Belle demanded.

“Why should I? You gonna make me?” Diamond Tiara replied with a nasty look.

Why the hell can’t she just leave me alone?

“What the hell are you doing here anyways? It’s nighttime. Aren’t you supposed to be kissing somepony’s ass or something?”

Diamond Tiara scoffed.

“I was just coming back from Silver Spoon’s house for your information. You know, somepony that’s much cooler than you and your little friends..oh...I mean friend.”

Sweetie Belle knew she was referencing to Scootaloo but kept her temper in check. She just wanted to get home and see Twilight, Spike, and Princess Luna. The last thing she wanted to do was waste time with this pony.

“Whatever. Now move Tiara. I just want to get home. I had a long day and I don’t need you to make it worse for me.”

Diamond Tiara disregarded her request and stood her ground.

“Me make it worse? Isn’t your life already bad just being you?”

“I SAID move,” Sweetie Belle said with a much firmer tone.

“Why? So you could go work on trying to be a failed designer just like your sister?”

A sharp surge of anger shot through Sweetie Belle’s body at Tiara’s remark, making her grit her teeth hard but again, she kept it within herself.

“Oh? Did I get somepony mad? Don’t like hearing about your sister?” Tiara continued, now taking more jabs at Sweetie Belle’s sister.

“Shut up,” Sweetie Belle said through her gritted teeth.

“Pfft, like you're going to make me. Tell me, how does it feel to know that your life is a complete shithole?”

Another shot of anger shot through Sweetie Belle’s body, making her heart race and an urge to shut Diamond Tiara up with the back of her hoof.

“Why are you doing this huh?! I don’t do anything to you and you just keep going!” Sweetie Belle yelled, “I’m just trying to get home, so why don’t you do the fucking same?!”

Diamond Tiara scrunched her face in displeasure, not taking too kindly to anypony yelling at somepony like her. The mare went up to Sweetie Belle and pressed her muzzle hard against hers.

“You don’t talk to me that way Sweetie Belle! You wanna know why?! It’s because I simply don’t like you and just because you were a sister to one of the Elements of Harmony doesn't make you any better than any of us!”

What??!

“Are you serious?! Is that why you make fun of me and Applebloom?! Because you been jealous?! That’s fucking stupid!”

Sweetie Belle was shocked and utterly appalled at such a sorry excuse. Diamond Tiara had been jealous of her simply because of her sister? This was the reason she hated her and made her life more of a hell than it already was?

“It’s not stupid!” Diamond Tiara rebuked, “After elementary and what happened to your sister, everypony wanted to be friends with you and all they would do was talk about you and how sorry they were for you. They acted as if you were special or something and I can’t stand it!”

There was some truth to this. Ever since everypony learned of the murders and figured out that Rarity and Applejack were victims, ponies had certainly given the two much more attention than usual. Ponies that they used to never talked to before wanted to be their friends. Even some of Tiara’s friends, with the exception of Silver Spoon, abandoned Tiara and went to them. It wasn’t as if Sweetie Belle asked for it though. In fact, she despised it. They were only trying to comfort her since she had lost her sister and felt that there was some type of need to, rather than actually genuinely feeling bad that Rarity had been murdered.

Sweetie Belle didn’t need somepony to pity her.

“Special?! What the hell are you talking about?! You think having my sister killed makes me fucking SPECIAL?!!!” Sweetie Belle cried as she pressed her muzzle hard against Tiara’s.

“I don’t know and I don’t care! It just makes me sick! I lost friends because of you, over a unicorn that only cared about her fucking self-” but she couldn’t finish.

Sweetie Belle swung the back of her hoof across Tiara’s face, making a loud thwack sound as her hoof made contact and made the mare spin and land on the ground with blood trickling down her mouth.

“Don’t. You. Say. ANYTHING! About my sister,” Sweetie Belle screeched in fury. Her anger filled her up to the brim and she was ready to beat the living shit out of this pony, this pony that had been torturing her for years over some petty feeling of jealousy.

Diamond Tiara got up and wiped her mouth, noticing the blood on it. Diamond gritted her teeth and narrowed her eyes at the white unicorn.

“Fuck you. I’ll say whatever I fucking want about your whore of a sister!”

“Shut up!” Sweetie Belle yelled, stomping her front hoof into the dirt.

Diamond Tiara laughed and smiled wickedly.

“Awww, is Sweetie Belle mad? The truth hurts doesn't it? To know that Rarity only cared about herself? To know she was probably the biggest whore in Ponyville? Hell, I bet she sucked off every stallion she met.“

“I said SHUT UP!”

Anger now turned to pent up rage. Tiara’s words stung and jabbed at Sweetie Belle’s heart and the image of Rarity was forming in her head while the mare that stood in front of her with a bloody mouth continued.

“And she probably despised having a sister like you. I know I would. She probably begged Pinkie Pie to kill her so she could get away from a little whiny bitch like you.”

Her body began to tremble violently at the very mention of the party pony and these heavy words of hate that was coming out of this damned ponies mouth. Her very thoughts became clouded and began chanting a terrible but beautiful thing.

Kill her! Kill her!

“Stop...now,” Sweetie Belle said in a dark tone as tears began to form at the corner of her eyes.

But Diamond Tiara did not heed her warning.

“And you know what? Everypony thinks that Pinkie Pie is some crazy bitch that killed her friends but you know what I think?”

KIll her! Shut her up once and for all!

Her own voice screamed in her head and she wanted to do it. She could end her, silence these slanderous words against Rarity but she held on to the little control she had.

“I think she did right by killing your sister,” Tiara laughed, loving how angry she was making her nemesis, “Rarity deserved to die.”

Kill her NOW!

Everything snapped. Sweetie Belle lost the little control she had and her white burning rage burst inside her and her very body went into overdrive. Her horn began to spark and her very eyes flashed a light green instantly.

“FUCK YOU! I HAD IT!” the unicorn bellowed, making Diamond Tiara jump back in shock.

Within milliseconds, Sweetie Belle charged the pony and before Diamond Tiara could utter any type of scream, the unicorn was already on top of her and punching her face.

“Ahhh! Get off of me!” Tiara cried as her face met Sweetie Belle’s hooves.

Blood began to spurt from Diamond Tiara’s muzzle as Sweetie Belle punched harder and harder. She needed to hurt her, put her in pain, but this wasn’t enough. The more she punched and heard Diamond Tiara scream, her rage only became worse and her own voice in her head got louder.

KILL HER! SHE THINKS RARITY DESERVED TO DIE! SHE DESERVES TO DIE!

“I fucking hate you!!!!” the unicorn screeched as she slammed both her hooves at the same time against Diamond’s face, making her scream out in pain as more blood gushed out her nose.

“Stop! Stop you fucking insane bitch!” Diamond Tiara screamed as she tried to fight off the enraged Sweetie Belle but it was no use.

I think she did right by killing her....

Tiara’s words echoed in Sweetie Belle’s mind and the burning fire within her came to a whirlwind.

She had to do it.

She had slandered Rarity’s name;she said she deserved to die.

Beating her to a bloody pulp wasn’t enough. She had to silence her, end her for all the years she had tortured her and made fun of her and Applebloom.

Diamond Tiara had to die and she had to suffer.

Rage took hold of Sweetie Belle and all rational thought that could stop her from this bloody resolution was gone.

Kill her....

Immediately, the unicron summoned her saddlebag over to her with her magic and opened it. She knew exactly how to end her...

“I fucking hate you,” Sweetie Belle whispered to herself as she pulled out items out of her bag. A needle, thread, and a blue diamond levitated out of her bag and onto the ground. Rage clouded her mind, not caring about what she was going to do and who could possibly see.

It only desired one thing.

Blood.

“W..What are you doing?” Tiara coughed and sputtered amidst her bloody state. She saw the look in Sweetie Belle’s eyes and it terrified her now.

It was a little too late for realization though.

Sweetie Belle turned her head slowly and gritted her teeth so hard that it felt like her very gums were about to bleed from such force.

“I fucking hate you so much,” she said in a dark and unnatural tone, “You will never talk about Rarity ever again. Do you FUCKING HEAR ME?!” Sweetie Belle now screeched as she threw both of her hooves and grabbed Tiara’s neck and began choking her, lifting her off the ground.

Diamond gagged and choked as she tried to sputter her answer but Sweetie Belle’s grip only tightened. She couldn’t stand it any longer. She wanted this voice to be silent and gone.

“I..I hear you,” Tiara choked out as she flailed her legs in panic.

“I’m going to make sure of that,” Sweetie Belle answered and threw the mare onto the ground.

Shut her mouth...

Sweetie Belle summoned her needle and thread to her and let dark thoughts take her. There were so many ways to kill her, so many ways to end her life and make her regret ever saying anything about Rarity.

It was a shame she could only do it once.

The unicorn now lifted the broken mare off the ground and levitated her in front of her. She could see the horror in Diamond Tiara’s eyes and it brought a sick and twisted pleasure within her. Memories of how this pony belittled her and ridiculed her flooded her mind.

“S..Stop,” Tiara begged, not knowing what pain and agony Sweetie Belle was going to do to her. She had no clue that her life was only mere moments from it’s final hour. “I..I’m sorry...please stop.”

Kill her...do it!

“No,” the unicorn answered as her eyes flashed green again, “I had enough of your shit. Rarity is my sister and I won’t let anypony talk about her that way! You said she deserved to die!!”

“I..I’m sorry!” Tiara cried as blood now poured from her face and down her body from such a savage beating, “I didn’t mean it!”

Sweetie Belle narrowed her eyes and tears began to pour down her face as memories of that night swarmed her mind.

“Rarity never deserved to die.I loved her and Pinkie took her from me! You said Pinkie did right by killing her!! So if you think that’s right, then it’s only right if I fucking kill you too!”

Diamond Tiara’s face went pale as she floated in mid-air in front of Sweetie Belle.

“You’re..you’re...” she looked over and noticed the needle and thread that Sweetie Belle now held with her magic, “No! No! Please, I’m sorry!”

“Too late for that,” Sweetie Belle said as she slipped the thread through the needle’s hole and brought the pointed tip close to her face.

Tears began to fall from Diamond Tiara’s face, seeing that Sweetie Belle was beyond reason.

This was no longer Sweetie Belle. This was something different and it only wanted to kill her.

“Please!” Diamond Tiara begged as she tried to struggle out of Sweetie’s magical grip, “Don’t do this! I didn’t mean any of it! I promise I won’t ever say anything about you or Rarity ever again! I just want to go home!”

She had her chance...kill her...for Rarity.

Sweetie Belle brought her face close to a terrified Tiara and whispered the final words she would ever hear.

“Rarity never deserved to die...” she positioned the needle close to Tiara’s mouth, making the mare bawl and whimper.

“You do!”

Sweetie Belle shoved the needle through both of Tiara’s lips and began to thread her mouth shut. Blood began to squirt from her lips and Tiara screamed out in sheer pain as she felt the needle pierce through her mouth in and out again. The pony only made it worse everytime she screamed, making Sweetie Belle shove it deeper. Diamond Tiara could feel the thread in her lips as it went through and came out bloody.

Only a few seconds had gone by but it seemed like eternity for this poor mare. Sweetie Belle was quick and proficient with her threading of flesh and now the screams and cries from this mare were reduced to muffles.

Sweetie Belle gazed upon her dark work. Tiara’s mouth was sewn shut and blood covered her mouth and the stitchings. Tears and snot ran down Tiara’s once pompous and clean face but Sweetie Belle wasn’t done with her.

This was not enough to silence her. She needed to erase her from existence, make her pay for all her hateful words against her dead sister.

She threw the mare to the ground with a sick crack, making one of Tiara’s forelegs bend completely backwards and making her utter a loud muffler.

Sweetie Belle now summoned the blue jewel she had in her bag and broke it into five sharp shards with her magic.

“MMMMPH!” Tiara cried as she tried to drag herself away, with a trail of blood following her with her broken foreleg but it was foolish to think that Sweetie Belle would actually let her get away.

The unicorn slowly walked over the Tiara who grunted and cried as she tried to drag herself away in the dirt.

Something inside Sweetie Belle was nagging at her, trying to stop her from ending this innocent life, but this nagging was too engulfed and lost under unbridled fury and pain. Six years, six long painful years that she had repressed and tried to keep under control. Hate, pain, and the desire for justice had now all came back up within her in full bloom and she had to channel it; take it out on this mare that she had hated for so long.

One that defiled her sister’s name.

Diamond Tiara couldn’t drag herself any faster and eventually Sweetie Belle caught up to her and now simply stood over her and stared into her terrified eyes.

Her mind began to wander and she thought about Rarity’s last moments. Looking into Tiara’s wide eyes; she could see the raw fear in them and wondered if this is what Rarity looked like. Was she full of this unspeakable fear before Pinkie killed her?

I’m not Pinkie. Pinkie killed her for no reason...I have a reason.

Her mind was clouded with rage and her logic was twisted.

What was this reason?

Rarity deserved to die...

Because she hated Diamond Tiara. She hated her for speaking Rarity’s name. She hated her for all the years of ridicule. She hated her...

Because she wanted to.

Sweetie Belle positioned four of the sharp blue shards and watched as Diamond Tiara cried and tried to beg through her stitched and bloody mouth.

She didn’t care.

With speed and precision, the four shards sped towards Tiara’s limbs. They pierced her front and back hooves and pinned her to the ground.

“MMMMMPHHH!” she cried out as she wriggled in agony. Blood began to seep from her punctures around the shards.

Sweetie Belle gently lowered herself on top of the pony and levitated the last shard into her hoof, gripping onto it’s rough texture. Her body shook for what she was about to do but she had to silence her.

Her mind was twisted and her broken heart told her she had to, as if it would make all the years worth of pain and loss go away.

“I hate you...” she whispered to a bleeding, crying, and soon to be dead Diamond Tiara.

“Mmmph mm,” Diamond Tiara sobbed as she shook her head, still trying to beg her way to some type of salvation.

“You better apologize,” Sweetie Belle said and positioned the shard in her hoof over Tiara’s left eye,”When you see my sister, you tell her you're sorry.”

“MMMPH!”

Sweetie Belle threw her hoof down and jabbed the shard into Tiara’s eye. The sound of squishy organ and hard cystal was heard as Sweetie Belle grinded it into her socket and the jewel went through her eye like butter. Diamond Tiara muffled screams were high pitched and blood and eyeball juices began to squirt in every direction. Sweetie Belle felt the hot liquids spray onto her face but it didn’t distract her. She wriggled the shard deeper and deeper and began stabbing the socket and eyeball until it became a complete mess of blood and nerves.

Finish her...make her lost moments agonizing...

Tiara screamed constantly while blood poured from her socket and only a mass of what looked like bloody sponge was left in the socket.

Sweetie Belle pulled the shard out and went for the finish. She took the sharp end and positioned it over the bloody throat of this mare that she had a burning, indescribable hate for. She had to make it painful and long. Tiara didn’t deserve a quick death.

Rarity wasn’t granted such a gift...

She slowly began to push the tip around Diamond Tiara’s throat and the mare thrashed her body around as she felt it pierce into her, but the shards that were lodged into her hooves and piercing her down to the ground wouldn’t let her escape.

She dug the tip of the jewel deeper into her throat but instead lodging it in all the way, she began to carve around it. Blood gushed and drained as Sweetie Belle meticulously carved some type of oval shape around the throat.

Wrenching pain took Diamond Tiara and one could only imagine the thoughts that were running through her mind as she endured Sweetie Belle’s torture.

Sweetie Belle completed her task and now begin to pry the piece of pink coated flesh. A sick pulling sound was heard and the more Sweetie Belle lifted up the shard, the more the carved flesh began to pry itself away from Tiara’s body. With one last tug, the piece of meat came off, followed by the gushing of blood and the choking from a slowly dying mare. Sweetie Belle wasted no time though. She jammed her hoof into the hole she carved out and gripped Diamond Tiara’s esophagus and ripped part of it out, making the mare’s body jerk and convulse in shock and suffocation.

Sweetie Belle threw the part away from her and brought her head up to meet Tiara’s eyes.

“How does it feel?! Does it hurt?! Is it painful?!” the unicorn cried as blood gurgled at the seams of Diamond Tiara’s stitched mouth, “This is how I feel every fucking day without Rarity and my parents! At least you had yours! Now you know the pain I have to feel!!!”

Hot tears poured from her face as she slowly watched the lights of Diamond Tiara’s eyes fade away and her body slowly became still in a puddle of dark blood that glistened in the moonlight.

With one last twitch, the mare’s head rolled to the side and her eyes stared out into empty space.

Diamond Tiara was finally dead. Forever, she was finally silenced and she could no longer make Sweetie Belle’s life worse than it already was.

She’s dead....

The unicorn’s breathing was hard and erratic and her heart pounded against her chest. Blood of her victim covered her and she only stared at the lifeless body.

The words repeated in her mind, their finality everlasting.

She’s dead...I killed her.

Her vision started to become slightly blurry and the rage that had blinded her to what she had done was now dissipating. Her mind became clear and was no longer consumed by the fog of hate.

“W..what...” Sweetie Belle stuttered as she looked over her bloody and dark deed. Diamond Tiara’s body laid on the ground. Shards of diamond stuck out of her hooves and dark, crimson blood poured out of the hole she carved to rip out Tiara's throat. Her eyeball was just now a bloody mess of nerves and organ.

Sweetie Belle staggered as she got up and her mind went completely blank and felt herself about to vomit.

“I...I killed her..” she now said to herself, trying to comprehend what she had just done. She had been so blinded by hate and rage that she was lost, as if she was simply gone and some type of dark evil possessed her.

Sweetie Belle bent over and hurled on the ground, not able to look at the bloody mess that she had created. Tears ran down her cheeks and her heart twisted and tried to somehow figure out what had compelled her to do such a thing.

“I killed her...” Sweetie Belle said once again a bit louder than last as she stared down at the pile of her own vomit.

She won’t ever say another word about Rarity again...

The unicorn bit her lower lip as more tears began to fall from her face and her legs became weak. Hearing her own voice in her head, her own dark voice, now frightened her. The world around her was fading out, leaving only herself and Diamond Tiara’s dead body. She looked at her front hooves and saw the blood that covered them, still wet and fresh against them.

“What have I done?!” she now screamed as she fell to her hind knees.

Her body trembled not from burning rage from earlier, but now out of shock and heart-gripping fear. What had come over her? She hated Diamond Tiara but she never wanted to kill her, but after hearing those words...

Rarity deserved to die...

Something had broken in her. All the years of pain and loss along with the hate she had harbored for the mare were unleashed in a split moment from such a poisonous sentence. All sense and civility abandoned her and now that it had came back, the realization of what she had just committed was too much to bear.

She grabbed her head, her once clean white coat now covered in her victim’s blood, and tried to somehow justify what she had done.

But there was no justification. What she had said about Rarity was wrong but it didn’t constitute death;she wasn’t like Pinkie Pie.

What have you done darling?

Sweetie Belle’s head shot up in sudden shock and looked around in the darkness that now covered her, her mind blocking out the outside world.

“R..Rarity?” she whimpered as she tried not to look at Tiara’s lifeless body.

You killed her Sweetie Belle....this isn’t what I would expect from you.

Sweetie Belle’s heart wrenched and tore itself into pieces from hearing her sister’s disapproval.

“I...I didn’t mean to! After what she said about you....I lost it!”

You’re no different from her...you are not my sister. My sister was good and pure. You darling, you are a monster...no different from Pinkie Pie.

The young white unicorn looked around even more. Why was she hearing her sister’s voice? Rarity was dead, gone, there was no way her sister would be talking to her.

Little did she realize it was her own mind, cracking and breaking from the realization of her own brutal act.

“I’m sorry Rarity! It was an accident! I’m not like this!” Sweetie Belle screamed as she held her head and looked down at the dirt, trying to somehow convince this phantom of her sister that she was not this monster.

I’m better off dead. I don’t want a sister that kills...just like Pinkie Pie.

“No! I’m not like her!”

Goodbye Sweetie Belle. You have shamed me darling. You don’t deserve the title of being called my sister.

“No!!!” Sweetie Belle screeched and slammed her front hooves on the dirt, “Rarity please! Please don’t go! Let me explain-”

Goodbye Sweetie Belle.

The mare began to sob and her head throbbed. The darkness that surrounded her faded, and the world came back into view. The dirt, the moon, the stars, and the puddle of blood that surrounded Diamond Tiara’s dead body.

“Rarity!” she screamed one last time, hoping somehow her voice would return.

Her head pounded even more and her body became weak. Her thoughts faded and and her vision blurred. She felt her body moving and with a hard thud, her head landed on the dirt and her body followed.

Everything went black for Sweetie Belle and thus her recollection of her memory ended.

Except for one gentle and deceiving voice that she would never know about....

“What have thou done child?”





(Next Part: An Old...Friend?)