Their Stories

“And stay in there until you heal for the next try!” Skinning Rush yelled as he threw a bleeding filly into the toolshed. He then huffed in anger as he trotted away.

Inside, a young Rarity was crying as she was bleeding in her left hind hoof. She had been foalnapped for two weeks now. She was having a normal little outing with her parents at the playground. Before they were leaving, her father made a call on a phone booth while her mother packed up the mess. Rarity, still being a filly, was getting bored and began to wander around to find something to do. She made a bad decision when a large stallion with a grey coat and black mane drugged her and took her away. He then said something about “making her stronger” but it would be a long time before he decided to do that. For the meantime, he did a hard tactic in training Rarity to kill. He blindfolded her and told her to throw knives at the target board on the tree. But, because she kept missing, he cut her repeatedly on the hooves and locked her in the toolshed until she was healed or ready to try again. It was torture.

Rarity dragged herself across the room, wincing in pain as she went. She finally reached the box on the other side of the room that had the bandages. Using her magic, she levitated the bandages and began to patch herself up. She really wished she just stayed with her mother or her father. She had just had enough of this way of living. She pulled herself to the other box she hid in the room, and took out an axe. Her trainer never gave her an axe, but she kept it ready and hidden for when she was strong enough to play the plan.

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“Okay, Bloody!” Skinning Rush yelled out the codename he gave Rarity as he approached the toolshed. “It’s been two weeks since your last try and I think you’re ready again for another!”

He opened the door to, expecting to see the same filly hiding in the corner every time he opened the door after every two weeks, only to find it empty.

“Huh?” he cocked his head to the side. “Bloody?” he called out. No answer. He walked inside to find the young filly. He had no idea she was just hiding up the ceiling, axe in hand.

“C’mon, Bloody! Don’t make me stab you too early again!” Rush yelled one last time before Rarity leapt on him, hacking him viciously with the axe. He struggled to get the young unicorn off, but she had the advantage due to her species. She hacked his hind legs and caused him to collapse. When she got off his back, she wasted no second as she chopped off his head.

Rarity panted; this was her first time to kill somepony. She then saw something like a bottle of red flying in the air but didn’t get to react when it dropped to her mouth. She tried to get it out, but the fluid inside just dropped into her throat. She felt a bit numb after as the empty bottle dropped to the floor. The taste was somehow…metallic. She felt that she just got stronger, unbeatable, and full of energy.

Rarity snapped out of her trance, shuddering it off as though it was merely a dream. She then noticed that there was a map in the saddlebag of her “trainer”. She took it and saw that it showed a pathway that led back to civilization. She walked out of the toolshed, carrying the axe as she went. Looking back one last time at her victim’s body, she slammed the door and walked off as though nothing happened.

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Rarity was getting tired from the long walk. She was travelling from the toolshed in the forest all the way back to town. It was already nighttime, and to make things worse, it was even raining. But nonetheless, she finally got out of the forest and followed the pathway home. The blood from her kill a while back was washed off as she ran through the rain. Finally, she found her house and left the axe behind.
She knocked as hard as she could. Within a few seconds of continuous knocking, the door finally opened and her father’s head peeked out. He was obviously sleepy but when he looked down, he was wishing he wasn’t asleep!

“Rarity?” he asked as he looked down. “Is that really you?”

“Hello daddy!”

Immediately, Rarity’s dad cried tears of joy as he lifted his lost daughter and held her close, never wanting to let her go again. He closed the door as he called for his spouse. “Honey, wake up! It’s a miracle! Rarity’s finally back!”

The filly’s mother ran down the stairs as fast as she could; join in for the hug as she saw her daughter was alive and well and finally reunited.

“Oh my little girl! I was so worried! I missed you so much!” Rarity’s mother exclaimed as she held her daughter in the air.

“I’m sorry I walked away, mommy and daddy”

“Oh, it’s alright, dearest. Now, let’s get you all dried up and get you something to eat. You must be hungry”

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“Sweet dreams, our dear” Rarity’s mother said with a kiss on the forehead. They allowed their daughter to be in their bedroom since one, they missed her. And two, she had a bad dream.

“I love you, mom and dad” Rarity said as she closed her eyes.

“We love you too, sweetie” Rare’s dad said.

Rarity didn’t know that, aside from the axe, she still had something she kept from the whole experience. The Victim’s Blood was still in her, just waiting for the right time to take full control. Rarity was still young that whole time, but already, she was a murderer in the making.