Crimson

by Finn the Human

Rating: mature
Tags: Dark
Length: 2351

It's maddening to deal with the guilt. Just knowing that you just murdered someone without a single feeling of worry or regret...

It's maddening.

Dealing with the guilt that you just murdered someone without a single feeling of worry or regret.

Something lives inside me, and it's killing innocent ponies outside of my control.

Dedicated to this psychopath I mean cool dude, no, I mean psychopath; he's awesome.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-04-15 02:34:41 UTC

1. Darkness

Three days had gone by.  For these days she had not eaten almost anything other than a box of crackers, which she often threw back up. She hadn't had a wink sleep, something deadfall possessed her. Everything she did... It all just served as a cold reminder her of the horrid crimes she had  committed. The guilt ate her inside, slowly driving her mad. She had no clue of what she could do, or at least she knew she had not a clue of what she should do. She just brutally murdered an innocent mare, who must have been about nineteen years of age. The scene constantly played over and over in her head, like a scene from a horror movie; not missing a single detail of her felony.

"Please! Stop!" The air in the candle-lit cabin smelled of the blood, so foul, so sickening the smell could drive almost anyone crazy.

Rarity laughed as the mare began to scream her lungs out. She knew no one could possibly hear her, because they were hundreds of feet away from any kind of civilization. And before Rarity had brought the mare out here she made sure to check the location for any bystanders, or creatures. Luckily she hadn't spotted a single living thing.. This desert area was desolate and empty.

"Haha.. Haha... HAHA!!!!" Rarity opened her cabinet and pulled out a long, thin pointed needle, one she had often used in sewing. She slowly brought it down to the mare's face and stabbed it directly inside her eye.

The blade slowly began to rip through her cornea along with her iris. Blood began to violently squirt out from her pupil and splashed all over the fashionistas' mane; transforming the beautiful royal purple color into a dark, twisted reddish color. The mare released a very disturbing bloodcurdling scream. Her loud screams gave Rarity goosebumps, but somehow she felt as though she loved the feeling of anxiety that slowly overtook her body along with her sanity.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Rarity muttered as she shoved the needle deeper into the mare's eye. "This will teach you discipline, darling."

This mare was once an employee of Rarity's. She was a very clumsy employee, and she often ruined Rarity's beautiful clothing. But this hadn't fazed Rarity, it hadn't even bothered her. But deep down inside, a voice constantly told her this wasn't forgivable. That this mare needed discipline, this mare had to pay for her careless mistakes.

"Ah! Ahhh!" The purple-colored mare shrieked aloud, the pain so unbearable for the her to muster. "I... am... so... so.. s-sorry. Ms. Rarity. I promise I will never let it happen again..." She said choking on tears. Everytime a word came out from her mouth blood began to rise from her body, bubbling out from her mouth and onto Rarity's finest desktop; staining the top in crimson.

"Please... Ms. Rarity... Let me go. I'm begging you!" And with that Rarity plunged the rest of the needle into her eye socket. It tore right through her Macula, then slit the mare's optic nerve, and soon everything in her right eye became blurry. She stopped struggling against the ropes that held her down on the table. She closed her eyes, and everything weren't silent.... She never woke again after that, she couldn't take anymore of it.

Normal ponies don't kill someone over such a simple mistake. Do they?

All the mare had done was cause minor damages to Rarity's latest fashion line. It was a forgivable mistake, not to mention it was her first day after all. Rarity knew she could have repaired the small tears in a pinch.

After she had placed her new floral hat upon her head, everything seemed to change. Was Rarity really suggesting the idea that an object could be responsible for her actions?

"Humph! What a childish accusation." She thought to herself with a pure look of disgust on her face.

Her appearance itself luckily still looked the same, nothing had ever changed, but once someone looks into her dull, colorless blue eyes they can almost immediately notice something is a little off about her.

"I don't want to hurt a-anyone." She said as she hugged Opalescence's lifeless body. She softly stroke the cat's tail and watched the little figure crumble into chunks of bone and dust, she hugged the remains tightly, drenching the pieces of Opalescence in moist, salty tears. All that lay in her hooves now was merely a purple bow, some cat hairs, her bones, and a diamond-encrusted color. Rarity closed her eyes silently praying everything that had happened for the past three days had all just been a horrible nightmare.

She had killed her cat without a single memory of it. She knew Sweetie Belle couldn't have done it since her sister had gone camping with Scootaloo and Rainbow Dash for the weekend. Rarity wished she could have taken Sweetie Belle camping herself, but her work piled up quickly, and kept her tied down the entire weekend. Rarity never did complete Sapphire Shore's line of dresses for the backup dancers. But she didn't want to continue the outfits. Especially not after the monstrous things she's done to a young mare, and her beloved pet, Opalescence.

Now, the only one at the boutique was Rarity... How would she explain to her sister that she murdered a mare and her dearest pet.

What would Sweetie Belle say? Or most importantly, what would she do?

"Opal!!!!!!!!!" She sobbed and collapsed onto the ground still holding Opal's residue against her chest. The cat smelled of dust and blood. The horrendous scent attracted flies that began to circle around the mare and her dead cat, but Rarity didn't care... She focused all her attention on her now departed pet.

"What.. *sob* Have... I... *sob* Done! Opal!!!!!" Rarity sobbed loudly and shouted to the air. She then turned her body towards a shattered mirror. But there were enough pieces for Rarity to make out her reflection.

"This is your fault!" She screamed at the devilish reflection, throwing a ball of yarn at the mirror. It hadn't caused any damage to the mirror as she had intended.

"This is your fault..."

She had gone mad... She now was screaming at the hungry monster that lurked inside her. She knew this wasn't her. This was someone else. It was someone or something that wanted to hurt ponies. Whatever it was it had to be stopped at all costs, but Rarity had no power over it's actions. It forced her to sit back quietly, watching it kill guiltless ponies.

What would happen if one day she murders her little sister? Her own flesh and blood... What would happen then?

Right now it was clear that Rarity had to stop herself from hurting anyone else. She had to talk to someone right away... Before.... Before this killing spree could go any further.

2. Rain

The world is cruel to those that are innocent.

It stomps on the weak.

It laughs at the needy.

And in the end if there is only but one single tiny ray of sunlight and happiness, the world will snatch it away without showing any empathy towards those it has left damaged and wounded...

That is why. I...  I don't know what am I to do with myself anymore. Craftng dree* just  isn't the same anymore.*

Friends have changed.

Life has changed.

Times have changed.

I, myself, have changed...

And now I'm just standing here... alone and forgotten...

Few stand bravely beside me, but no matter how much they try comforting me, it's unfair to them, and selfish of me.

What's the point of staying here at the boutique.

I can't make any new dresses at all.

My stay here is worthless.

Rarity stared outside from her lonesome bedroom window. Her home seemed as if it was just eaten by a cold, midnight darkness. It was quite the depressing site to the murderous mare; she was done with sitting silently in her boutique. It was dark, cold, and lonely.  And if she didn't do something about all this sooner who knows who she might hurt next...

What if Sweetie Belle were to come home and... and... and-

Rarity shut her eyes, and rapidly shook her head. A thin strand of her mane fell flat on top of her eyes, but she didn't bother to move it away. The unicorn just sat staring at her reflection in the glass window. Once again, the pony in the mirror looked different than what she was accustomed to, it looked dark...

She knew she had to get away from the boutique for a while. For it was ruined. The floors were covered in dust, trash, and broken glass. Her bed was torn to shreds, because of Opalescence, and her sewing machine broke down when she threw it at the door.

She tried to shake these horrid memories from her head and grabbed the thickest coat she owned. Which happened to be a dark, crimson color, with black buttons that lined up evenly, and a thick false bear fur around the collar. And with that she exited her familiar, beloved home. She left behind her cat's dry remains on what was once called her bed . Beside the corpse she left a  note beside it saying "Whoever is to find me, please do take care of me." And a demented, red smily face carved into the back of the note.

It didn't make much sense to the mare, but despite the fact she had slaughtered her cat she felt that a small part of Opal stuck with her. Throughout the passed week she had a real warm and fuzzy feeling in her chest, which was probably where her heart was located. She felt like this meant that Opalescence was in a much better place now... She was away from Rarity, and now the mare couldn't hurt her beloved pet any more...

I sprinted as fast as my hooves would go. I raced across the muddy, dirt road. My mane soaking wet due to the heavy pouring rain; my hooves were stained in thick, moist dirt, but this didn't disturb me one bit... It kinda made me think of Sweetie Belle... somehow...

From the distance I saw a shadow form in the far end of the dirt road. This shadow was small, almost like a filly, and it's outline shared a close resemblance to Sweetie Belle...

SWEETIE BELLE!!!

I gasped and ran the opposite direction. It turned out to be my dear sister after all. Ahead of me I saw Rainbow Dash with Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle beside her. The three were slowly approaching my location!

What to do... What to do...

"Kill them..." A dark, unrecognizable voice purred into my right ear. "That way, you can get this over with much quicker..."

No! I couldn't! Sweetie Belle is my dear sister! Rainbow Dash is one of my closest friends, and Scootaloo is Sweetie Belle's friend... I thought as tears welled in the corners of my eyes. I won't allow myself to hurt anyone as I once did before... !

"Hey! Rarity! What are you doing out in the rain by yourself?"

This voice sent chills down my spinal cord. I immediately recognized the scratchy, rough, tomboyish voice and knew this voice couldn't belong to anyone other than Rainbow Dash. Which meant she must have seen me.

"Ahh! Rainbow Dash, darling!" I said nervously as I waved a hoof towards her. I wore the biggest smile I could, and tried my best to come up with a convincible lie in my head; since it was clear she was questioning the fact that I was in the pouring rain, at night,  by myself.

"Rainbow Dash! Over here darling!" I signaled to my fast, flying Pegasus friend.

Rainbow Dash immediately flew in my direction, fighting against the thick wind, and rain.

She flew a few inches above the ground, and I saw that her chest was perfectly exposed. I could just perfectly take my horn and....

"Rarity-"  She managed to say before I roughly jammed  my horn straight into her bare, wet chest.

Rainbow Dash happy expression faded and was replaced with one of terror. My friend stared into my eyes with utter shock.  Her face pale with fright.

She coughed, and looked at me with that what?! look. She tried to speak, but blood came gurgling from her mouth, preventing her from saying a word. So, with that she did what she could do and used her remaining strength to attempt to pull herself out from my horn's reach. But in response, I stuck my horn deeper and watched her gruesome reaction.

She let out a blood curling shriek, and spat blood in my direction, but the rain washed it right off.  Her beautiful cyan wings began to flap violently, her pupils were small, and her chest has a hole about the size of a bit.

Then ends of my mouth slowly formed into a smile. I smirked, and looked at her, watching her struggle and squirm defenselessly.

"Ha... Ha... Ha Ha...." I began, but slowly stopped when I spotted something from the corner of my eye...

From behind Rainbow Dash stood two figures. That looked young, like about the size of a ten-year old fillies.

It was Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo...

Rarity stared at Rainbow Dash who had blood gashing through her deepened wound. She then turned her attention towards the two fillies that backed away, terror written on their faces. Scootaloo dropped to her hooves, crying her eyes out. Sweetie Belle, all she could do was give her sister a disappointed look. The two fillies' pupils' became wide, their faces pale with fear..

Rainbow Dash looked up at me once more. Her limbs gave in, and she was on her knees looking into my eyes with her usual, winning smile. Her teeth were stained in blood, but her smile was still the same... But all I could do is look back at her with a worried expression...

Thinking....

"What have I done..."