Stalker

Dreamcatcher
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"Rarity?" Rose entered Carousel Boutique, as the door was wide open once again. She searched for Rarity but couldn't find her in the main room. "Uhm, are you here?"

She wandered down to the entrances of the smaller rooms, glancing inside each of them and calling her name. She had no idea where Rarity was, nor the layout of the building that was beyond the main, showcase room. She started doubting if Rarity was really available at eleven-fifteen; the time Rose had chosen to arrive. She made sure to be early, but maybe she was too early? Maybe Rarity headed out for a quick errand? Maybe she didn't properly lock the door behind her?

"Hellooooo?"

The second to last door she opened, though, unveiled to her the preview of a gruesome sight. She reacted appropriately:

"Oh God. . . ! Oh my God!!" She screamed a squeamish cry. "Aaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!!"

Rose screamed at the top of her lungs. She found Rarity, but not how she'd ever have hoped to imagine. "Oh my God!! What happened here?!" She didn't care to pray to her God by its proper name. Not at all: perhaps her closest friends was. . .

She approached through the doorway to investigate closer; just close enough to study. . .

Rarity laid dead on the floor, her body mutilated—and surrounded by—an excessive amount of blood. Her head looked to be thrown across the room with a large splatter on an otherwise magenta-tinted wall, above where it sat. Her desecrated body was scarred beyond any miraculous repair, as her hooves were entirely removed from her legs, and the rest of her ligaments looked as if chunks had been manually trimmed off somehow. A sloppy mess of blood, bone, cartilage, and muscle slipped out through all the wide-open cracks in her whole body, crusted with blood. Her tail was also completely cut off from her body, shred into many different lengths. And near the wide window, right on the table below it, was a wet, bloody sewing machine laying on its side...

Nearby, the curtains, the walls, and the floor were saturated with both clean and sloppy streaks of blood. Rose jumped back, seeing that one of Rarity's walk-in closets was closed shut, the doors spotted with the crimson liquid, and even more seeping from below the swiveling doors, creating a deep pool that she stepped in. She cried out again in horror and hopped out of it completely, staggering to her hooves; they were now completely painted red with Rarity's blood. She made sure not to step in any more of, but it wasn't as if she had the courage to investigate the scene any closer. Her eyes quickly welled up with tears.

"Rarity!! Oh my God, Rarity!!! I can't . . . What the hell happened here???" She didn't stick around and theorize: she turned tail and ran off toward the building's front door, but not before police greeted her.

"Ma'am!" A tall, bipedal minotaur with a uniform and a badge started to approach her, with several other quadrupedal stallions at his side. With their cranial armor removed, the majority of them looked incredibly distressed, while the rest were either out of breath or looking around the building, restlessly. "We heard screaming and we were just down the street, and there's never any crime in this town. What happened?!" Rose pushed her way through the officers, crying and shouting out loud. "Miss! I just have a few questions for you!" His fellow officers could not stop her, as they were given the order much too late.

He realized that she was gone. He groaned, heaving a heavy sigh of both confusion and impatience. "This happens way too often," he said. He started at his belt to grab his radio, but his eyes first caught sight of the bloody trail that Rose left as she ran out with haste, and they led all the way to the room from whence she came. His fellow officers chattered amongst themselves, and some of them took the initiative to consult him about searching the building, as he was their sergeant.

He approved, and they did; warrant or not. He and his fellow guards discovered the famed mare, now deceased and torn apart, surrounded by bodily fluids all her own. Her thick blood, her severed bones, and her vital organs—all of which were brutally shred—laid along the entire floor. More officers showed up, but he radioed for even more backup. This was an incredibly sickening scene for them all to bear witness to.

"There's a murder here at Carousel Boutique," he said into the microphone. He paused for a bit as a muffled voice responded to him through the speaker, to which he replied; "Yes . . . it is. I agree. This a terrible tragedy. Rarity was just about to be a queen here, too." There was another pause. "Yeah, a mare came running out of here in a hurry, all right. She's got auburn hair with a single pink streak inside, and a cream-colored coat, too." He went on, describing Rose's appearance. "There's blood all over her hooves. She'll be easy to see. It's too bad she's kinda pretty, but . . . I suppose it's more than their looks that kill. This is a disaster. . ."

She got away just once, but the police would find her. To their knowledge, she had murdered Rarity, right in her own home. She had just written her own death warrant.

"Shoot her on sight," he said, having his brows furrowed brows in anger. "Take her in alive if you can. Make sure she doesn't leave the town. Just shoot her and keep her still." He paused one last time and grieved with a brief sigh, finally turning his sight away from the scene. He looked out an open window near the building's front door, seeing the number of police transports outside, and out the doorway as well.

"I swear on my life, we're gonna find this mare. . ."

Author's Note

If you'd like a [somewhat easier; I tried] brief explanation as to what really happened, with the weird pony-quins and whatnot, take a look at this blog right here. I also wrote this story in a way so that the events and their aftermath would be up to your own interpretation—but that explanation was what I originally wanted.