CMC Judgement Day

It was officially Saturday and the trio were all bundled up in their winter coats. They all wanted to swiftly carry out their plan, but their was only one problem, they did not yet have a plan formulated. After the three took stock of weapons without actually taking them yet, they sat down at their tree house/H.Q. Apple Bloom unrolled a piece of paper and sloppily drawn with crayon was a lay out of their school. "Okay well I think we kill Cheerilee fist because she'd be the only one to actually pose a threat at this point," said Scootaloo with the other two shaking their heads in agreement.

"What should we do about our parents and siblings and stuff?" questioned Sweetie Belle.

"Nothin, they ain't got nothin to do with what's 'bout to go down," Apple Bloom cut off Scootaloo before she could say otherwise, bot that she would have anyways.

"Okay so I'm saying we make all of them get in a big group then we circle around them and start shooting, any objections girls?" asked Scootaloo.

"We should probably line them up so it will be more effective and they have to watch as we gun them down," Apple Bloom chucked.

"Well it might not be as effective but yea I like that idea!" Sweetie Belle blurted as though she was no longer as down as she had been four days ago.

"Fine we can do that, I don't get why I didn't think of it first," Scootaloo huffed feeling disappointed, as she was going to be the ringleader in the massacre.

"Hey wont our folks be takin a bunch of stuff after?" questioned Apple Bloom looking out for her family and their ways of life, "I mean ponies might not buy any more apples and stuff".

"No we'd be the only ponies to blame, we are after all sneaking the guns it's not like they are just like "Here take these with no questions asked,"" answered Scootaloo in a reassuring manner. But the truth is their siblings would be viewed as many as bad guardians for not catching the signs of their troubling behavior earlier, or at all for that matter.

"So umm what will we do after we're done with shooting?" Sweetie Belle asked the obvious question that the other two completely forgot about.

"Well we could umm....." trailed off Scootaloo not really knowing exactly what they should do.

"We could fight with the cops," offered Apple Bloom only to have the two to shake their heads in response.

"We have our targets and nopony else needs to be hurt," Scootaloo mumbled as she was thinking of the upcoming massacre.

"I guess the only real option we have is to kill ourselves," Sweetie Belle coughed up her idea she's had since the beating.

"Well I don't see any other way out of it," Apple Bloom almost whimpered knowing that she along with her friends wouldn't be coming out alive.

"Well girls you take some you lose some you know," Scootaloo said trying to lighted the heavy atmosphere.

The three swallowed hard then turned to the poorly drawn map laying on the table. The three took in everything they could make out of the map. Not that they really needed it but they couldn't risk any error.

*Sunday*

It was early in the morning the thee had their guns and were out deep in the apple orchard so that no one would hear the practice rounds.

"Okay well there's the dead tree," Apple Bloom pointed to an old twisted dark tree while having the 870 tucked under her.

Scootaloo nodded then pulled up the Lupara(sawed-off shotgun) and blasted off two 12 gauge buckshots into the tree, blowing off two large chunks from the decaying tree. As she was dumping the shells and putting two more in Sweetie took the glock and started putting rounds into the tree imagining her classmates on the receiving end of the gun fire. The 17 bullets where soon in the tree. Apple Bloom took her 12 gauge and shot a few slugs in the tree, at this point the tree was toppling over soon to fall. Scootaloo shot two more buckshots then the tree collapsed almost landing on Sweetie Belle.

"Sorry, my bad," Scootaloo apologized.

The three hurried to put the guns back except Sweetie Belle who was going to store the glock in the tree house, Rarity only carries it when she goes on a business trip and seeing as she has none scheduled and never actually check to see if the gun it in her night stand the three were safe from that. After returning the guns with out actually getting caught they went straight to planning the operation. They settled on the name Operation: Judgement Day.

"Okay so here's what we'll do, first we'll go in and Sweetie Belle will shoot Cheerilee because she has the most bullets, second we'll tell everyone to get up against the wall, anyone who doesn't Sweetie will shoot them, third we will make sure that Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara will be kept separate because they will be last, fourth we will gun down the students left to right, fifth we will scold the last two and then shoot Silver Spoon leaving Diamond Tiara left, sixth we will kill Diamond Tiara, last we will kill ourselves after saying our good byes, any objections girls?" Scootaloo asked after summing up the whole plan.

"Nope sounds good to me, you Sweetie Belle?"

"I like it," she said with a dark gleam in her eyes

"Well girls looks like our time is coming up soon when should we do it?" asked Scootaloo pondering on when the best time would be.

"Well maybe in about a month, just so we can have plenty of time to plan I you know?" Apple Bloom suggested.

"Yea that sounds good," Sweetie agreed.

"Well it's settled in exactly one month, so in Feb 9th," Scootaloo marked on the calendar they kept hung up of the wall of their tree house.

*Monday*

"Oh well look it's the cutie mark cock suckers," giggled Diamond Tiara to Silver Spoon.

"Ha yea right they spend so much time together they're obviously fillyfoolers!" Silver Spoon mocked to Diamond Tiara.

"Ha that makes sense," Diamond brohoofed Silver, "you fags".

"You know what," Scootaloo spoke up, "say what you want because you won't be taking anymore here shortly!" Scootaloo shouted the  walked away followed by the other two crusaders.

"What do you think she meant?" asked Silver.

"Who knows those dumbasses probably don't even know what they mean," responded Tiara fluffing her hair.

Little did they know that soon they'd be falling limp dead.