Scootaloo held her broken arm, and based off of the blood soaking the lower portions of the sheets; her legs weren't any better. She was still clutching her scooter unable to let go do to the pain firing off on her every nerve. Sweetie Belle fallowed her friend on the gurney towards the ambulance as she remembered what had lead up to this moment.
"Come on Sweetie. You've got to see this thing!" Earlier that day Scoot's had convinced Sweetie to try a new stunt themed restaurant in Ponyville. And apparently was home to such a dangerous attraction you needed full safety gear in order to even enter the establishment.
"Scoots are you sure about this... this... well... that's big." Sweetie stares at the massively tall, one degree steep, ramp. At the very top was the restaurant. Going down the ramp was a blue stallion with an orange mane and tail was riding a dirt-bike. The speed and angle of decent caused the bike to swerve off of the ramp, and on to the ground. Needless to say if the stallion wasn't capable of magic he'd need a doctor. Scootaloo was all too thrilled to let such a ramp go to waste, and ounce they proved they were old enough to drink they were let in. It was by no means unsightly, but it was definitely not a place that Sweetie would be telling her sister about. Where as everyone had the common sense not to get things too dirty most ponies shouted and challenged each other to a multitude of different competitions. Sweetie's reserved shift didn't go unnoticed by the majority. Those that noticed including Scoot's got her a seat not too close to the top of the ramp.
After a good meal and the fries off Scootaloo's plate Sweetie was a bit more out going again. She still stayed at her seat until one of the ponies, that had been bragging about how they made it all the way down without hurting themselves, challenged Scoots to the ramp. It was to be a race. As they sped down the vertical drop the other pony wobbled as (unseen to everypony but Scootaloo) they through a marble the the scooter's wheels. Scoots did a flip, hooked her arm on railing, got launch over the side, and landed on the gravel road beneath. The following bit was the hardest to see as the paramedics had to hold her legs together as they moved her on to the gurney.
As Scoots was taken to the hospital Sweetie Belle made a silent vow to ride the ramp for her. Of course as she wasn't usually much of a stunt mare she would need some help, and some funds to help pay for the help. "I'm going to have to ask Sis aren't I?" She asked herself as the ambulance took her friend towards the hospital. Now Sweetie had a skate board from Scoots for her birthday, and yes she was good at riding it, but not as good as other mares and stallions her age. Heck Applebloom was better than her
Author's Note
Blue and orange pony is my OC Mental Shock.
"Not even if Celestia herself asked me to!" Rarity yelled at her sister as they walked home after a visit to Scoots' hospital room. Sweetie had just shared her idea with Rarity. Rarity, after hearing of this establishment, found it hard not to think about her little sister in Scootaloo's place. At the same time however, it was difficult to shake the thought of riding the ramp herself. Something about the idea of everypony watching her speed down such a dangerous ramp in a self-made outfit just screamed to her.
Sweetie pouted all the way home. At eighteen it didn't have the same effect as it did in the past, but it was all she could think to do at the time. Once home she set off to her room slash recording studio. Slamming the door she announced her annoyance at the situation. A little while later she was laying on her bed thinking up a plan to take on the ramp. As she stared at her reflection in the pink helmet she had worn all day she could hear Rarity heading toward her door. As her sister knocked Sweetie stayed mostly quiet the only sound made was her turning over in her bed. This didn't stop Rarity from bringing in a few slices of pizza to her sister. They were both silent through the encounter. It was one of those times when both siblings were being stubborn about their positions on a subject.
After the elder sister left Sweetie sat up finishing off her crust in thought. "I feel like I have to do this. At least for Scoots.", the younger white unicorn told herself when she heard her sister's door shut. She climbed out of bed. She had on her skating gear already. She grabbed her board, and slowly pushed her window open. Most ponies were asleep at this time of night, so conveniently nopony was there to see her escape.
After the short trek through town she was in the restaurant once more. This time how ever she was covering more of herself than last time. She managed to calm herself as she stepped to the edge of the ramp. 'What better practice than the real thing,' She thought to herself as she sighed. As she was laying her board on the floor ready to push off the pony that had raced Scootaloo had gotten on the opposite side of Sweetie. She looked down at their boards. Her's is a custom rip-stick made by welding two together (Twilight helped Scoots build it for her). The other pony's was a basic board with ten wheels. She took a deep breath, tilted forward slightly, and fell.
She gained speed quickly. Somehow staying on her board the whole time. The only thing onlookers could see as she sped down was a streak of dark purple and black. She was being chased by another streak of yellow and white. The other pony flicked marbles at Sweetie's wheels. Luckily her wheels where swivel. Unluckily a swivel wheel takes awhile to straighten out. She was starting to loose her balance when her left hand smacked the vertical bars that connected the ramp to the railing. Her wrist snapped as a bit of her disguise ripped away. An idea popped into her mind. Using her magic she reset her wrist with another snap while holding her board with her good hand she hopped on to the railing grinding her twin spark-bars against it. Sparks fly in all direction burning the other pony's legs. The smell of burnt fur filled Sweetie's nostrils. She cringed when she felt some cold liquid on her left hand. Shaking her left arm sent blood everywhere. The other pony, now blinded by blood, swerved towards the railing. They hit and plummeted like brick.
A sickening crack and smack was heard from their body as Sweetie hit a pile of cushions enchanted to negate the shock of the impact on both them and the user. Ripping off her Miss Mare-Do-Well costume mask to use as a make shift wrist splint. She went to check on the pony that almost caused her death only to find a yellow wig, a bald cap, the ten wheeled board and a blood trail.
