Eh, I'll think of it later
It was dark. The only lighting came from the pool of rainbows falling from her home. A sudden flash of lightning almost streaks his wing. This only determines him to fly faster. The boom of the thunder startles him. He lands next to the main pool of rainbows. He looks down, his blue coat was light up red by the closest color. He trots up to the door, and Firmly knocks on the cold cloud with the hoof that isn't holding flowers.
"Huh?" Rainbow said, looking at the door from which the sound came from. She stood up, and went to the door. From the light of the pool she could make out a rough shape that she knew too well. She slowly opens the door. She is immediately rushed by a smiling Soarin'.
"Are those for me?" Dash asked. "Kind of." Soarin' sluggishly answered. As Dash went up to her room, Soarin' soon followed, flowers in hoof. Soarin' held out the flowers, and Dash reached for them. When her hoof made contact, she felt something cold. The flowers fell to the cloud floor, revealing a sharp, clean knife. When Dash looked at Soarin's face, the sheepish grin was replaced by a wide open mouth smile.
Dash soon felt sharp, intense pain as the knife entered her chest. She started to scream in pain. "Shhhh I Don't want you to scream." Soarin' whispered, using his free hoof to cover her mouth. He slowly started to move the knife downwards. The pain caused dash to buck, kicking Soarin' in the chest. He just chuckled. The chuckle soon became a manaical laughter.
Soarin' soon removed the knife. Dash passed out a second later. He moved the knife to her left flank, and removed her Cutie Mark. Immediatley a purple burst came from the wound. When the burst dissapeared the skin had returned, and a faint outline of the mark started to grow deeper, until color soon started to return. He soon stiched Dash up, and whispered: "Good as new." He wrapped the knife in the removed Cutie mark, and flew out the window.
The next day, Dash felt weaker,but didn't remember anything. Soarin sat in his Wonderbolt trailer, watching an oven. He was whistling, no tune in specific. The oven signified that the cooking procedure was finished via a ding. He opened the oven, and pulled out a tray holding a blue pie. He whistled as he put the pie on a table, and sat down. Without thinking, he devoured the pie, and sat back, satisified. Soarin' then fell asleep, the effect of th Cutie Pie setting in.
