Prolouge: Smoke....so much smoke
Rarity's POV
First I smelled it, Hmm? I thought, Surely there was nothing too big to worry about right?. Then I heard it, the hoofsteps across the hall, frantic. Somepony was clearly running about. I heard a door bursting open.
Faintly I heard my lover say "Rarity! Hurry we gotta get out of here!, Rarity! THE HOUSE IS BURNING, COME ON!" At the word 'burning' I sat up immediatley.
"Burning!?" I yelled back, I had gasped just after this and the result was coughing. I heard more hoofsteps, then I felt his hooves around me as he ran through the house trying to find a safe exit.
Then he tripped.
I quickly got up. Since we were moving so fast my sleeping mask had fallen off. I felt something wet at the base of my hoof.
I looked down...My heart seemed to stop at that moment...He was dead. A pool of fresh blood all around him. The old house's floor was wood, so it was expected that if you fell while running or just in general fell, you would start bleeding. But this particular wound had made his heart stop. I felt tears run down my cheeks, As I ran back upstairs. I had completely forgotten about my mother who was staying here as well. Let her be okay, Please Celestia let her be okay! I thought over and over. I barged into the door, she wasn't okay. She was lying there, still as a board. More than likely dead too.
I stared, if the house wasn't burning I could've believed that she was sleeping. But I knew the horrible truth. I had lost everything. Quickly I hurried out of the room, down the stairs and threw open one of the windows, quickly climbing out of it. I ran. Far away as not to get even more smoke in me. My heart was pounding in my chest, my breathing heavy. I looked back at the small house. It was burning, of course, smoke piled up over it forming a cloud shape. "I'm Sorry!" I yelled out suddenly, in a split second I was on the ground. Tears were spilling over me.
Smoke.. I thought guilty, ..so much smoke.
Author's Note
Honestly, if this made you cry somehow ( I utterly doubt it ) I don't know whether to say I'm proud of myself, or impressed at how easily you cry overthings ( Not gonna judge you ) But then again maybe you wanted to cry, I don't know...
NOTE: THIS AND SO ON AFTER TAKES PLACE 1 MONTH AFTER SAID BURNING
Rarity's POV
I sat there slowly using my magic to cut the small dress I was making for a friend of mine. It didn't take long before my eyes started to water again, this time I couldn't tell if it was from me not blinking for a period of time or simply my inner emotions. My eyes weren't adjusting good enough for me to continue working so I slowly put my scissors down on the table beside me. Okay I thought, Fresh air, all I need is fresh air. Slowly blinking away my former tears, I stood up walking over to the Boutique's front door. Opening it I quickly flipped the small sign reading 'Open' to 'Closed' and walked outside. I sighed, trying to look happy was almost as hard as forgetting things on purpose for me at this point. Putting on a fake small smile nonetheless I kept walking down Ponyville's small somewhat twisted road. I honestly didn't know where I was going at this point. I took a deep breath before taking a sharp left. My heart seemed to stop, as well as time when I saw the stallion.
My lover.
He was standing besides a young mare it seemed. She had a purple coating and dark red eyes. Red mane and tail, the huge lock of her mane behind her ear put into a small pony tail. It suits her really well I thought, That beautiful light red dress she's wearing. My lover slowly went towards the mare, she looked suprised for a split second before she quickly walked towards him too. They kissed.
They kissed.
My heart immediatley went into override, not being able to handle this. I felt the blood pulse into my hooves, my brain telling them to run away. To never turn back. I did. I ran like a murderer was chasing me down and I was going to die, to be honest that's what it felt like. I ran all the way back to the Boutique, sweat running down my face as I shut the door with a slam. Without realizing it, tears streaked my face. That mare is going to pay for stealing him from me. I thought bitterly. I looked up from where I stood, seeing my cutiemark. My eyes widening, I saw the mark was very much real. Gulping down nervousness, I reached towards it. It slowly got brighter as each second passed.
I felt that something was very wrong, My eyes snapping open in a second due to worry. I didn't know what was going on anymore, but I didn't care about that. I had a single mindset now , and forever, I - regardless of the means - was going to murder any mare who stole MY lover! Slowly I felt a wide grin on my face as I used my magic, picking up my so dull scissors. I remembered what my teacher had taught me so long ago, 'Enchant them, and they'll cut even better.' I did just that, my horn encased in a glamoring blue color light shedding onto the scissors. As I had wished, the spell quite quickly made the dull point of the scissors as sharp as a knife, perhaps sharper even.
I quickly dashed out of my home following the twisting path to my lover's house, as I had expected the purple mare and the stallion were together again. I gritted my teeth in a mixture of feelings, the main one being envy. I watched them from a distance as the mare had told my lover something and had walked away from him, going down the opposite path of which I was on. I simply waited for the wooden door to shut before I followed the mare. She seemed to be humming a soft tune to herself as she trotted along. I walked at a faster pace trying to keep up with her without being heard. I pounced on her, pinning her to the ground. She was in utter suprise and as anypony would do ,started trying to get out of harm. I levitated my scissors with magic as I covered her mouth with my hoof. The mare upon realization of this started to scream, obviously not wanting to be killed. I honestly tried to stop myself and think about this, what I was about to do. She wouldn't stop screaming, even though she knew there was truly no point to. "Shut it." I snapped at her. She didn't. "Fine, have it your way then." I muttered. I raised the scissors again stabing her in the neck, I made the cut deep enough to where it wouldn't kill her instantly but it would cause a bit of blood loss. Tears were running down her face, wide-eyed staring at me, begging for mercy. I stoped the blood flow so it wouldn't get onto the dress she was wearing. Slowly I mended the wound, realizing that there was no way I was about to get caught. I used a suffocation spell I had learned long ago. I did it pretty quickly. It didn't take long until her eyes dulled, her heart to stop beating. I took my hoof of her striping her of her dress. Honestly, this would look so much better on me..wouldn't it? I smiled at the thought. I looked back at the corpse in satisfaction.
