For Whom the Belle Tolls

by WackyTacky

Rating: mature
Tags: Tragedy, Dark, Sweetie Belle, Sad, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rarity
Length: 1705

Sweetie Belle loves her older sister Rarity, but what goes on in that little head of hers?

This story is about Sweetie Belle, and her contempt for her older sister Rarity, who always saw her as a nuisance, and generally wanted nothing to do with her. With so many racing thoughts going through her mind, she could not even enjoy the company of her fellow cutie mark crusaders. The pegasi have arranged a mighty storm. What does this night hold for these two sisters?

Published 2012-06-14 23:54:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-06-14 23:54:02 UTC

Chapter 1

For Whom the Belle Tolls

It was another beautiful day in ponyville. A little filly trotted happily
into the Carousel Boutique. Rarity came to the front of the store from
her inspiration room to greet her customer. "Welcome to Carousel Boutique,
where everythi-oh, it's just you.." Sweetie Belle looked up at her
beloved sister and smiled. "I love you, sister!" Rarity scowled, hoping
she would be getting more business. "Yeah yeah, love you too Sweetie..
whatever it is you came here for, just..don't get into any of my stuff, okay?"
and with that the mare headed back to her room to work on her newest designs.

(( I want to be just like you, Rarity ))

Sweetie Belle walked into the kitchen to prepare some food for her
older sister. She knew she wasn't a good cook, but maybe Rarity might just
eat what she was going to make today.

(( I want to be just like you, Rarity.. but for me to do that.. ))

The young filly searched through all the cupboards, picking out all sorts
of ingridiants for her special meal for her special sister. After all,
she just wanted to be useful to her. To be seen as something more than
just a nuisance. To not be yelled at, and ignored.

Placing a bowl on the counter, she decided to keep this dish rather simple.
"My sister works so hard, I'm sure she forgets to eat a lot. Hopefully
she'll love this soup.", she said to herself as she poured in the broth.
She then took a knife out, and began to imitate her sister.
"Honestly, Sweetie Belle, you're far to young to be using such a
dangerous thing!" Cutting up some carrots, and other vegetables, she then
decided it was missing a certain something.

(( for me to do that.. I'd have to kill you.. ))

Rat poison. Just a dash or two, just enough she figured to at least make
her severely ill. She then trotted over and heated up the soup she
made with love. Once done, she called out to her sister.

"Rarityyy~ Are you hungry? I made you some soup!"

Her sister came out and took a look at the steaming hot food.
"This looks..better than usual..however you really should have asked me first!
I'm not hungry, I had a big breakfast. Now go throw that away and remember
next time not to be so impulsive!" and with that, Rarity stomped back into her room.

Sweetie lowered her head, and for a split second, tears formed in her eyes.
The sadness quickly turned to hatred, as her eyes began to look crazed and
malicious. "Ungrateful bitch..."

It was bathtime for Rarity. She relaxed, feeling the warm water soothe
her body. Just then, she called out to her little sister.
"OH SWEETIE BELLE, I MADE MYSELF TOAST, BE USEFUL AND BRING IT TO ME,
WILL YOU?!" Sweetie looked over at the toaster, grabbed an extension cord,
and brought it into the bathroom where Rarity laid, soaking in bliss.
She was singing quietly to herself. "Oh, so fabulous~ so darling, it is~
to be such an important pony~" The young filly pulled the curtain and
proceeded to hold the toaster over the tub.

Rarity stopped her singing when she noticed what was happening.
"GOODNESS SWEETIE BELLE, ARE YOU A MORON?! I SAID BRING ME MY TOAST!
IF YOU DROP THAT IN HERE YOU'LL KILL ME! NOW GO! I DON'T EVEN CARE ANYMORE,
JUST GET OUT OF HERE AND GET SOME COMMON SENSE IN YOUR SMALL BRAIN!!"

(( Why didn't I just drop it? She couldn't stop me if I was fast enough.. ))

"I-I'm sorry, sis.. I'm sorry. I'll just go away..where I won't
be of any trouble to you.."

Rarity let out a frustrated scowl.

Sweetie Belle laid in her bed back at her parents' house. Restless thoughts
raced through her mind. "I only ever tried to bond with her. I took interest
when she didn't. The sisterhooves social was such a great day!
I must actually be dumb.. to think that Rarity wouldn't just forget what
she learned that day.. Well I'm done trying. I'll become her, and all her
friends will like her so much more than before."

(( I love you, Rarity. I hate you, Rarity. ))

The sun began to rise on another day in Equestria. Sweetie Belle was awoken
suddenly by the frantic bouncing of her fellow cutie mark crusaders on her bed.
"Sweetie Belle, wake up! We gotta get to crusadin' early today!", exclaimed
Applebloom with her usual enthusiasm. Sweetie rubbed her eyes and groaned.
"Wh..why so early?" Scootaloo flapped her tiny wings a bit as she chimed in.
"The pegasus ponies are scheduling quite a storm this evening, so we wanna
get as much fun in the day as we can before then!"

So she rolled lethargically out of bed "Okay..let's get going then I guess.."
Applebloom and Scootaloo looked at her with concern. "Hey are y'all feelin'
alright? Ya look mighty tired." asked Applebloom. "I'm okay. I just didn't
sleep very well last night, nothing to worry about. Now let's get going."
Sweetie replied, trying not to sound too moody.

(( I don't have time for this. My mind wont have it. ))

Their day went on like any other day of crusading. Full of new ideas
and failed attempts, but they never let it get to them. The three of them
ran out of somepony's house, covered in gunk and smelling horrible.
"Okay, going for a plumber cutie mark was definitely NOT our best idea yet.."
said Scootaloo, as she grabbed a hose and proceeded to wash everyone off.

They noticed the sky was really beginning to cloud up, as the pegasi were
placing in the last clouds needed for the storm. "Guess that's it for today."
stated Applebloom. "Yeah, maybe next time we should try that extreme
rafting again!" Scootaloo said with excitement. "I don't think that's something
I wanna do again. I'll see you all later." Sweetie Belle waved off her friends
and frowned, as she went to visit her sister.

(( My mind wont rest until you're gone. ))

Her little hooves were taking off at top speed as the first rain began to fall.
By the time she got to the boutique, she was soaking wet. Rarity took a look at
her drenched sister. "Playing in the rain, were you? Well, I suppose you
can stay here for the night, but do clean up so you don't get anything wet."
Sweetie smiled "Yes, Rarity, of course."

The young filly dried off with a towel and pranced over to her sister.
"So.. what do you wanna do now?" Rarity was dressing herself in her designer
silk pajamas. "I'm going to bed. Rain always makes me sleepy. Come along now,
you can't be trusted in my store alone." she said as she lifted her head high.
"Aww, but I'm not tired at all." replied Sweetie Belle with disappointment.
"Well, that's just too bad. Bed time, now!", Rarity raised her voice and led her
sister in the bedroom.

Just as she thought, she wasn't tired. Minutes turned to hours as Sweetie
laid awake beside her sister. Always so selfish, she thought to herself.
Element of generosity..sure, when she feels like it. She quietly hopped out
of bed and slipped through the door to the kitchen, where she picked up the
knife she had used the day before. "No more playing around, this time...
I'm gonna do it!" she said to herself, pure rage coursing through her veins.

Ramming herself into the door to Rarity's room, she awoke her sister in
an instant. "WH-WHAT, WHO'S THERE?!" she looked to the door in panic.
"SWEETIE BELLE! Don't scare me like that! Now get back in bed right th-
w-wait..Sweetie Belle.." her sister drew closer and closer to her,
ever so slowly. "What are you doing with that knife? P-put that down now!"

Rarity used her magic to try and levitate the knife out of her sister's
mouth, but to no use, as she wouldn't let go. Now close enough to her sister,
she flicked her horn, dropping herself on the bed. Rarity screamed and ran
out the door, Sweetie following behind her. "YOU'RE AN EVIL CHILD!
GET AWAY FROM ME, GET AWAYYY!!!", she shouted as she ran blindly through the store,
knocking over everything in their path. They entered her work room, but as
Sweetie Belle got closer, she tripped over a basket of cloth.

The knife flung through the air from her mouth, and stabbed Rarity right
in the neck, her blood gushing out. A horrid shreik escaped her as she fell
down. "B-B-BLOOD!! BLOOD ALL OVER MY CLOTHES! HOW COULD YOU?!!" Sweetie Belle,
awestruck, began to laugh. "Your life is in danger and you're worried about
your clothes being dirty? It's comforting to know that in this moment,
you haven't changed one bit over all these years."

Rarity stood up feebly and made her way outside. She called out weakly
to nopony, anypony. "H-help me.. Help, somepony please..I'm dying.." Sweetie
followed after her, in no hurry this time as she watched her older sister.
She spoke up. "...I love you, Rarity." but her words were muffled by the loud
thunder, as a lightning bolt hit a nearby tree, knocking it down, effectively
crushing her older sister.

There, it was all done.. Rarity...Rarity is dead.. Sweetie Belle smiled, as tears
escaped her eyes. "Now watch me, dear sister. I'm going to be three times
the pony you ever were...It's funny, even though I was trying to kill you,
it turned up to be an accident. Maybe my special talent is being clumsy."

(( I love my sister Rarity. I hated her because I loved her. She was my
sister, my only sister. She had her faults like anypony else, but that didn't
mean she had to die. What will I do now? Who cares. It's been done.
I'll write a song about it. ))

The song Sweetie Belle had created about her darling sister was sung in the
upcoming talent show, where the little filly got her cutie mark.