Assassin at Heart

Rarity was in Manehatten, walking down the crowded street with several bags held in her magical grip. She was bobbing her head to a tune only she could hear. All the while, a dopey smile plastered on her face. She loved this place, all the nobility and most of all, the clothes. Tall buildings flanked her on all sides, she could have sworn she saw a hooded figure hunched over, as if ready to pounce on top of one of the buildings, but shrugged it off at a moments notice, that is until something happened. Something that scared her into standing still, not moving an inch, as blood sprayed the streets.