The Lost Firefly

The door was finally forced open. The drawer was moved out of the way from the pounding of the door. In flew Rainbow Dash, who knocked down the door and let all of her friends inside. They looked aimlessly around for Firefly, hoping that the bang was just a misunderstanding.

But there she was. Lying on the ground. A pale face. A breathless body. Blood pouring out of a single hole in her head. The red liquid soaked into her bow, and stained her bracelets. Her heart necklace was shattered on the ground, also having speckles of blood on it. She was lifeless, just lying there. A corpse. Sickly staring at her friends with dead eyes.

Rarity had to barf. Applejack tried to stay strong, but instead decided to look away and try to make sure no pony else sees what happened. Twilight kept repeating 'oh no' in her head a million times. Rainbow Dash just stared at the body, speechless. As for Pinkie? She wanted this to just be a dream. She wanted Firefly to still be alive.

Sadly, we don't get what we want. If we end a life, we can't get it back. No sort of spell could fix that. Maybe if they would have tried harder. But now? All they can say is 'I wish I could have done more'.

I wish I could have done more.

However, something weird happened. Something the five ponies were not expecting. There, on their dead friend's flank, was an unfamiliar picture. A cutiemark! But this is not good news...

Her cutiemark is a gun.