Author's Note

*Cough cough* Title says it all

Chapter 6: Weeping Rage

I fell to the ground on my knees seeing with my own eyes, a ripped apart bloody pony. The coyotes whole face was smothered in blood, the blood of Dash’s. It had enjoyed the snack, while it menacingly licked its chops, I was weeping in tears.

“No…no.” I couldn’t help but cry, and cry for my favorite mare. “I actually l-loved you R-Rainbow…” I tried to say as tears shed from my eyes, Dripping on the cyan mares dead body. I looked over to the coyote, the one who did this.

“YOU!” I yelled at the coyote with rage in my mouth. “You are the one who dragged the poor injured mare here! You killed her! YOU, killed her!” I had the face of an enraged kamikaze. I stood up, with the hatchet sliding down to my hand. “I am going to kill you!” I yelled at the now scared coyote. I started to build up a raging force, so bad it overtook my whole body, soul and mind. I started to run towards the coyote. He noticed quickly what I was doing and started to try to run away. My raging speed though was catching up, the coyote running for his dear life.

“You bastard!” I shouted at the coyote, the hatchet still swaying in my hand ready. As I caught up to the coyote, the coyote made a quick turn, oh but it couldn’t fool an enraged me. I turned just as quickly with it. I leaped forward as I and the coyote was running. I pulled my hatchet up, ready to swing down in to the running coyote. I swung as hard as I could and went right through the lower back of the coyote. He cried in pain and lost his footing, sliding hard against the ground as was I in back.

I was the first to get up very quickly, the coyote whimpered. It must have injured its foot, there was no escape now. I pulled out the bloody hatchet from its lower back, earning another howl of pain. I took it and swung down in his chest, the same place he bit open rainbow. I swung aimlessly, Up and down the hatchet went...blood splattered across my whole body with each motion. After probably the tenth time I came down on him, he was already dead. He was dead the third time I swung down on him. My body now covered with both the coyotes and my mare-friends blood. The coyote was already dead, but I still was angry. The anger pounded against my chest.

“More, you must keep going, it is not dead yet…” I looked back at the bloody coyote, indeed my rage was right. The coyote was alive, or so I thought. In reality, the coyote had been dead. It had been dead when I first swung at it. Still, my anger towards the beast kicked in as I started to chop the neck off, Each swing, I could here the cracking of the bones in his neck. In the anger-like void, the coyote was suffering. Not only bleeding more than Rainbow had, but suffocating from a lack of oxygen with each swing to its air tube. After the third swing, the whole head came off, yes the coyote head.

It rolled to the side and stopped. “Finally...it is dead.” The voice said inside me.

I looked to myself, this isn’t me? I looked, realizing what I did to the poor coyote. His ribcage was cut in numerous place from my random swinging. His stomach, opened and leaking acids, its whole body was bloody and smelled like a dead body.

“What have I done…” I said to myself. I kneed again down and sadly cried. Every time I looked at my hands, those bloody hands, I knew, I was no better than that coyote.

“There is nothing...there is nothing…” these words kept repeating, I lied right next to the dead mare now, holding her on the unopened side of her chest. As I cried in her fur, the same words came. “There is nothing...there is nothing…” I passed out.

It was a funeral, or so I thought...all of rainbow’s friends had attended, even Gilda the griffon. All were weeping, Derpy and Scootaloo looked like they were gonna die from it. I must be in the church in Ponyville. The priestess, Whiteheart, had just made an entrance. She herself must have been crying, tears were still visible on her face. She knew rainbow as well when she was a filly.

“Attention,” all the crying ponies looked up to the sad Priestess. “This day has all been...very hard for us all, has it not. Well, let me give you all hope...Dainbow Dash will be in a better place now. She was happy for all her life, and she had six great best friends...Twilight, will you speak about your beloved friend Rainbow.”

She, still crying, nodded and rose from one of the seats, she made her way to the podium in the front of the church.

“ *sniff* *sniff* h-hi everypony…” no response unless you call endless sobbing one. “I Want you all to know, Rainbow Dash was an amazing pony.” a tear ran down her face, hitting the podium and making an uneasy sound. “Yes she might have been a bragger and a know-it-all, but she was loyal, brave and something anypony could look for.” As she stepped down off the podium, Whiteheart made herself get up to ask.

“Would any other pony like to talk about this moment.” At first no one responded, then a brave but crying Scootaloo came forward. She walked towards the podium, everypony had their eyes fixated to her.

“Um...I know this might be...a sad time for all of us…” she took a deep breath. “But, I want us to recognize some of the best moments for Rainbow. One time, when Applejack and applebloom were doing a camp trip, I thought it would be a great idea to prove Rainbow Dash I was cool enough for her. Ha, ha...turned out when she did those scary stories at night, I was actually scared. She found me before I almost fell off a cliff.” Everypony gasped of the sound of this. Scootaloo being in a death situation? “Well she saved me from that fall...and you know what she told me,” tears started running from her eyes, she was crying as she was about to talk. “S-she told me…that s-she w-was even s-scared when she was a little f-filly…she...s-she took me under...h-her w-w-wing that night.” she couldn't finish as the great moments of her and Dash came in mind. She stopped and ran out of the church crying.

“there is nothing...there is nothing...there is nothing.” I looked to see Rainbow, just like she was in a coffin. Nopony dared to look, but I saw.

“You left me!” she jumped out of the coffin as she said these words.