"Remember, we're trying to kidnap her, not kill her." The pony dressed as a waiter watched his mark from the shadows. "You shouldn't go for a lethal blow."

"Lower legs at most, I know."

"And we can't blow our cover, so no killing anyone for now. There will be plenty of time for that later."

"And that's the part that sucks."

"Howdy, sis!" A little filly trotted up to their mark. "Where are ya going?"

Applejack bit her lip. If I say anything, she might take it the wrong way. I can explain it later, but I don't want to risk our last conversation being told through lies.

Apple Bloom tilted her head. "Are you okay? Oh! You're going to see Rarity, right? I'm sure she'll be happy if you visit her!"

Applejack nodded. Or tried to at least. Crud! That was a shake!

Apple Bloom raised her eyebrow. "Then where are you going? Do you need Rainbow for something?"

"Apple Bloom!" Grand Pear called from somewhere behind Applejack. "Could you come here for a minute? I need some help, and you might be small enough."

"Sure thing!" Apple Bloom moved past Applejack. "See ya later, sis!"

"Wait." One of the potential kidnappers saw something. "That filly just moved past a puddle. I can get Clash into it. Have our mark call that filly back. If they know each other, we might be able to scare her into avoiding any contact with others."

"Right." The fake waiter watched his partner's stand poke out from the puddle... then clutched his head and fell over.

"Tiziano!" His partner pulled him up. "Are you alright? What happened?"

"I don't know. That pain just now. That might have been her Stand."

"No, it wasn't."

Both stallions turned around. A young mare stood behind them, her coat light lavender, and her mane two shades of purple.

"Would you like my help?"

"... Mmm... Ngh..."

Rarity's eyes slowly opened. There was a bright light above her, and stabbing pain in her stomach.

It... hurts? But the surgeon is supposed to be.

*Squish squish*

What's that... sound?

Rarity looked down at her body. She was still wearing a gas mask, and the surgeon was hovering over her body.

Is he... still working?

"Kehe. Kehehehe."

He's... laughing? Why? What is he... Is that a... A Stand? Is he... a Stand User?

"Hahahaha. HAHAHAHAHA! I can't believe this! How many ponies do I have to kill before they realize they aren't accidents? Twenty? Thirty? I'm willing to push that number as far as I can!"

He's going to... kill me? He's completely insane! Rarity looked at the nearby canisters. I'm going to hate myself for this, but I'm as good as dead otherwise.

"Hehehe... Hm?" Cioccolata looked at Rarity's face. "I thought I heard something just now. Come to think of it, shouldn't she be awake by now? Did I mess something up?"

Rarity kept her eyes as close to closed as possible but tried to keep them open.

Cioccolata stared for a moment before smiling. "Well, let's see how unconscious you really are." He approached her face with a scalpel. "You won't be needing those eyelids soon enough."

Rarity watched as the blade approached her eyes. Once the sadistic surgeon's blade was an inch from her eye, it suddenly spun around, stabbed the surgeon's hoof, and yanked it away from Rarity's face.

He glared at his "patient." "You're awake. You're very much awake."

Author's Note

Four stories, no waiting. This is how I'm going to write this, and I expect that number in the title to reach double digits.