Dear Diary

Dear Diary: Part 3

The End is Nigh (Part 1)

Dear Diary,

It's not the greatest of times, I'll at least say that. I couldn't find my parchment, and then my ink spilled all over me! Such a mess! I bet I seem like a doofus! How clumsy can one pony be? It's funny how I don't even bother to take care of myself anymore, let alone bathe. The ink stains my skin and mane, but who am I kidding? I've stained myself in far worse ways, ways you wouldn't think ponyly possible . What's the point in cleanliness? I'm already good as dead, might as well smell of it, but I don't think you mind..no..my little diary never judges on looks. You judge me on my actions, and my actions are always swift and effective. Just the way they like it.

Anyways, today was probably the most nerve wrenching 24 hours I've had. The Ponyville mortician announced today that the death of the Apple Acre residents were, in fact, a murder. HOW COULD THEY HAVE KNOWN! I did everything perfect, by the book! Poisoning the caramel right before their last meals, watching their stomachs dissolve and gush out of their orifices, it was so beautiful. That repulsive foal, Applejack's eyes were full of anger when she seen me creep from the shadows, I could tell she wanted to crush me with all of her might, but that's hard to do when your organs are liquified. Yes, quite a improbably task. They all died in less than seven minutes, but the sweet memories would last me a lifetime.

I was hoping for them to announce it a accident, or at least a suicide, but they were smarter than I predicted, and now they are closing in on me. I don't want to say I'm nervous, but I do feel that tingle inside raging it's way through my body, but that only drives my commitment to my deeds. I'll never give up, not until I'm dead. They all glared my way after the announcement, peppered my home with rocks and hate, those filthy pegasus ponies keep the rain clouds looming over my every movement. Not a day goes by where I don't wish I could go out there and take their love, all of their precious love. Love they worked so hard on to grow and to share. Love is so wonderful when it's taken by force. Yes force..force is the only answer, I'll have to use more force; note taken!

Dear, Celestia! Look at me ramble on and on! I'm sure you aren't one to listen to my petty squabbles over precedences I cannot control. If you want to hear something interesting, then you've come to the right pony, for today I took the greatest risk in perfecting my vengeful persona. Let me tell you the whole story, and believe me, I won't skip in the details, my lovely diary.

I examined the darkness outside; it was almost midnight and most of the pony residents were to be in bed by now. As soon as the coast was clear I emerged from my home, I stood there for a moment, feeling the cool moonlit air rush against my body, and closed my eyes taking in the feeling. For a moment I felt at peace with myself, but I can't let these false emotions control me, emotions are what got me into this mess. The sickening feeling was expelled from my body, I had work to do and nothing was going to stop me. I began by rushing into the nearest alley, ducking into corners as passerby's strutted along, never knowing the things I could do to them if I wanted too. Luckily for them, my target was a far more dangerous one. I reached the clearing from the first alley and looked around for anypony, then I heard the footsteps, “Twilight? Darling what are you doing out at this time?” the voice said, my heart skipped a beat, and I turned around..

Rarity gazed at me with a confused look, didn't she know what had happened? Wasn't she upset with me. I examined her fully; beachwear, a umbrella, sunglasses? Of course! She was on vacation during this sickening madness. Wait, she knew nothing..? This was unexpected, how was this going to play out? The sudden thrill of unknown odds enticed me. I smiled at her, attempting to hide my repulsively oily mane from her view, but being the fashion junkie she was, she took notice right away. “My, heavens! What happened to you!” she said in an overenthusiastic tone, rushing over  to me with a breath-taking hug, “Well..It's just a bad week. That's all.” I said trying my best to sound normal despite the lack of social interaction I had come to know. She frowned, “Sweety, you must come with me this instant! Let mother Rarity fix you right up!” she said nudging me with her nose. Reluctantly, I complied.

We arrived at the boutique, and I was now feeling uncomfortable in this decision to accompany her, but it was too late to back out now. She smiled faintly at me and opened the door, the bright lights blinded me, and I shrieked! This was not going as planned, she was becoming more and more worried with me, almost cautious, but she welcomed me in. “Hah, sorry! I thought I..I thought I seen a spider!” I giggled, she smiled at me, “Oh my, I must simply get this place cleaned at once then! But, first, we have to get you looking fabulous!” I nodded in false agreement. “Now just stay here, I'll go get the proper materials for your make-over!” her excitement echoed in the room, and she walked away. Stay here? And miss all the fun? No, I think I'll tag along, someone has to enjoy this peaceful welcome...while it lasts.

As she walked into the backroom, I quickly sprang into action ducking into the cluttered storage area before the door had closed. It was perfect, dark so she wouldn't see me, no windows visible, and preferably, sound proof judging from the thickness of the walls. I grinned devilishly, she wouldn't know what hit her, but first I had to find her in this dark mess, “Twilight? Sweetie just what are you doing in here?” the voice came from behind me suddenly and I stopped, “Twilight!” she repeated again! FUCK! What do I do, what do I do! I looked down at the  pincushions littering the floor, then back at her impatiently angry voice. “TWILIGHT!” she finally snapped, “Stop ignoring me and simply answer my question!” I laughed softly and looked her dead in the eye, “I'm going to kill you.”

She began to laugh at me! The nerve of her, that wretched slut! “Twilight, you are HILARIOUS! Now please.. go out in the front and wait for me, I need to find my hair spray.” she said shooing me away with her hoof. I picked up the bottle of hairspray pushed beneath magazines of Equestrian celebrities, “You mean this..?” I held the can in my hand and waved it at her. She turned and looked delighted, “Yes that's mine!” she said happily reaching for the can, “Give it here so I c--” I lifted my leg kicking her right in the throat in mid-sentence, she fell backwards coughing holding onto her neck, uttering some non-intelligible words. I jumped on top of her and smirked, “This is for your own good, Rarity, you should never of came back! Now you'll die like your sister!” she coughed her eyes widened hearing what I had to say. I grinned, sucking in her emotions like a sponge. It was time to act now, there wasn't much time left to get my real target. I spotted a box of nails in the far corner, and brought them to me. Rarity took notice and immediately took action. A sharp pain jutted against my head and I fell to the ground, “HELP, HELP ME!! GOODNESS, I'M BEING ATTACKED!” she screamed as I tried to regain my balance! My body grew cold and my heart pounded in my chest. I'm going to get caught. They're going to beat me! They are going ruin everything I worked for; Pinkie, I'm so sorry...

“No, you have the will.”

“I-It hurts so much..Pinkie..I can't”

“Don't you love me..? You don't love me anymore..do you...?” her voice spoke softer with feeling

“No! I love you, Pinkie Pie! I really do..

“Prove it. Get up and prove to her..show her love, my love.”

I grinned hungrily, “Your love is the best love.”

My eyes opened and my body flowed with rage! The pain was gone and Rarity was halfway to the front door, “No you don't...no one escapes.” I forced the door shut, furniture moving in front of it to prevent her uncanny departure. She gasped and turned around, “T-Twilight, don't make me hurt you again..” she seemed sincere in her words as her horn glowed, her unicorn magic encircling it. “You wont even be able to touch me. I bet bet your corpse on it” I laughed walking towards her, but she screamed again! Screams? Screams only make it better, and the fact that no one would hear me rip her apart was an added bonus, “Scream, Rarity, scream so that I can test the limits of my magic. No one is going to hear you, my sound barrier will help settle that.” but she wouldn't listen, this unicorn was a feisty one. She grew angry and looked me in the eyes, she batted her hooves on the ground as she gushed air from her nostrils. Huh? She was going to attack me head on? Oh, this would be fun.

Rarity charged full force at me, but I kept my ground and took stance. I scanned the room, looking for something to stop her in her tracks, but to no prevail. She whipped her head to the side as a metallic sewing machine flew at me, I barely managed to dodge it, jumping out of the way as I  rolled onto my back, but she was faster. Her body rammed into mine knocking the wind out of me, and I felt her clamber on top of me, her face full of just as much rage as mine! I grinned, “Deja vu, bitch.” and I sent a chair reaming into her back. She gasped in pain and fell off me. Now was the time to act! I summoned forth as much magic as I could spare, I couldn't use too much because I had bigger plans for another pony. I summoned sewing needles and nails from the back room. She attempted to stand up, but a swift kick in the stomach sent her back to the ground. Rarity's head turned to face me, “W-What are you doing! What is this..s-stop..” she said pleadingly, “Well--” I said, examining the tools, “I'm going to do you what I did to Sweetie Belle. Only slower.” then she screamed, and everything began.

I put my hoof onto her chest to hold her down, a dozen nails circled around my body. What I was going to do to her was nothing in comparison to my next victim. I sent the nails into her arms and legs with the force of a bullet, they punctured her soft skin easily, driving threw flesh and bone until they finally met the wood beneath her. Blood forced it's way around the rusty metal and seeped onto the wooden surface, she whelped and her face went red. She was holding in the pain, but for how long? The thought fueled me, and I instinctively placed my hoof between my legs, and grinned. “STOP, TWILIGHT! I WONT TELL ANYONE, I-I'LL..I'LL DO ANYTHING PLEASE!” she was begging, I like when they beg, but this one talks far too much. I threaded a sewing needle and looked down at her, her eyes widened with fear. I like fear, too. I jammed the needle through her top lip, forcing it past her soft flesh and into her gums. Her mouth opened and she screamed in agony, blood trickling onto her tongue! The pleasure was immense, my body was ready for anything, and my juices dripped softly down my leg in response. Time to kick it up a notch. I pulled out more sewing needles, pressing them in between her teeth, pushing them deep within her gums, until they were buried beneath her flesh.

Her mumbled words meant nothing to me anymore; pleas for mercy were just repents for her actions. I was freeing her from this world. I pulled out a razor waved it in front of her eyes, “You seem to have a cavity miss...Rarity it was?” she tried to move, but she was nailed to the ground with care, and she moaned through blood spattered lips. I pulled her bottom lip out as far as it would stretch, “Nyo Twablipe! Nyo!” her inpony voice spit out. I shook my head, “Sorry, darling, doctors orders.” and I dug the blade into her gums cutting back and forth. Blood spit past the wound and onto my body! She screamed from the pain, tears gushing from her eyes,  as her teeth were carved from her flesh, rolling down her throat and onto the ground, but I wasn't even close to being done. A mix of saliva and blood pooled from her mouth, enough with her gums. “Smile.” I said softly, she kept crying. “I want you to show me your pretty smile. If you don't I'll get upset.” I said again, but the same results. I pulled out several more needles, “Do you love me?” I said batting my eyes at her, and she shook her head rapidly in response, “Cross your heart, hope to die...? Stick a needle in your eye?” I grinned, and forced her eye lids apart.

I slowly slid a needle underneath her eye, wiggling in past strands of delicate flesh, feeling her body tense up as she gasped choking on her own oral bits. I began doing the same, sliding another needle under the bottom of her her eye. Then I slowly let go. She forced to keep it open, feeling it push deeper into her socket with the slightest movement of her pupils. She'd lay there breathing through mangled teeth, her chest heaving up and down as she forced her tears at bay. “Is something wrong? You look tense..how about a makeover..like you promised me?” I said pulling out the hairspray she was searching for earlier. I hovered the can over her eye, and pressed the nozzle, “Makeover!” I yelled joyously! Her screams drenched the room.

The stinging liquid, splashed into her eyes, drying instantly on contact. She gagged clenching shut her eyes, wallowing in pain. The needles flung deep into her eyeball from behind, sliding out the other end as she struggled. I took more needles and began to drill them slowly into her eye, letting her relish the pain. She began to shake, tugging with all her might to pull her  stake driven hooves from their sickening restraints. Her right eye shot, milky liquids dripping from the puncture marks. Her left eye scanning the room rapidly as she let out muffled cries and moans. I got up and looked around, there had to be something else here. I needed to end her now, and get onto my real mission before the sun rose, before those THINGS...THOSE THINGS LOUNGED ABOUT! That's when I spotted the scissors. I levitated them to me and leered over the shaking pony, “Snip by snip...croup, dock, haunch, shoulders, hip.” I let the words sink into her mind, when she spit into my face. “That's the spirit.” I smiled, wiping off her bile, and I slid the scissors into her groin.

The sharpened prongs, slid delicately into her flesh as she arched her back. I pressed the handles together as her skin severed between the blades, wet gags emitting from her mouth. I cut upward, her flesh tearing with each painful snip. She violently shook, blood gushing from her incision, and I stopped when the blades met her ribcage. I straddled her leg and began to rub myself against it, the tops of the nails tickled my vagina and I moaned, letting my juices flow onto her blood ridden body. I looked into her eyes and pressed my lips against hers, my tongue swirling in her mouth, taking in all her pain. I felt her mouth close around my tongue, trying to bite it off, but her strength had faded and without teeth it only increased my sexual satisfaction, so I eagerly allowed it. However, for some strange reason, I couldn't help but imagine her as a filly, so pure and innocent. Growing up, meeting that special colt, having beautiful children..LOVING THEM. Love..oh yes, diary, the love is what drives these rotten beasts! I have to take their love, for that is the only way to truly kill them. I got up off of her, and returned to the wound.

I forced my hooves into her cavity and pulled apart the skin as hard as I could. Her body looked as if it was going into a convulsion and she vomited pure blood. Her skin was fastened tightly against her muscle and flesh, and I gave one power yielding yank and it separated from her body. I closed my eyes and began to remove her organs from her chest cavity. I could barely comprehend how she was still alive, but that was the problem. I pulled her intestines out from her groin and wrapped them around her throat tying it into a noose. I used my magic to force the nails from her limbs, and I levitated her several feet off the ground. Blood pooled out of her like a faucet of water and I knotted the other length of intestine around a beam in the ceiling.  Her loose skin swayed endlessly from her body as the last of her bile spilled from her body. She was dead.

I took in a deep breath and vanquished the sound barrier. Now, to clean up the mess, hide the body. There was a knock on the door. Shit! Who could be here at this hour? I looked around for an exit, but there wasn't another! They knocked again, and I crept slowly to the door, and peered through the looking hole. Nothing! No one was there, and I turned around wiping off the sweat.

“FOOL IT'S HER!” the voice in my head bellowed out suddenly!

That's when the door flew off the hinges and struck me onto the ground, “YOU..I-I KNEW IT WAS YOU!” The voice said loudly, I pulled the door off of me and looked to see who it was. My eyes widened in fear, Rainbow Dash stood at the doorway her face was morphed in pure rage. I got up and looked her into the eyes, “I'm going to kick your pathetic, murdering ass! And you are going to like it” she uttered through clenched teeth. Then she darted at me with unbearable force. The world spun around me as she tackled me into a wall breaking my ribs. She was to be my main victim, but the tides had turned. I was now caught off guard, out of my element. I closed my eyes, for the battle had just begun.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Next chapter! Rainbow Dash and Twilight face off in and intense battle! Only one will survive in this exciting conclusion to 'Dear Diary'! Will Twilight fulfill her plan to avenge Pinkie Pie? Or will she stop short of victory? STAY TUNED!