For My Sister...

by TypewriterError

Rating: teen
Tags: Alternate Universe, Sweetie Belle, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Bon-Bon, Rarity
Length: 5903

Sweetie Belle has a device attached to her head... and it's kidnapping her

An explosive device is lodged into Sweetie Belle's ear... but why?

Published 2012-09-16 12:24:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-11-04 01:52:01 UTC

Sweetie Belle Walks

White eyelids covered irises the color of new grass for a moment under a tense brow dampening with sweat.

Just keep walking... Just keep walking... Just keep walking...

Small dots of dark brown appeared in the dusty road beneath her as she sniffed back her sobs. Her hooves had walked for a long time.

Just keep walking... Just keep walking... Just keep walking...

Her mane was in desperate need of brushing. She could feel how messy it was. Of course she couldn’t stop to look or fix it.

Just keep walking... Just keep walking... Just keep walking...

She must have walked for miles already. She didn’t recognize any of this bare, dry road winding among hills and bushes lacking their leaves. She had left Ponyville behind that morning and now the sun was quickening it’s progress towards the horizon to her left. If only Spike had kept following her...

Just keep walking... Just keep walking... Just keep walking...

Was Rarity looking for her now? Had Spike been able to find help? Had he taken the words she was forced to say seriously? How much longer would she be walking? Why was he doing this to her?

Just keep walking... Just keep walking... Just keep walking...

She had only seen the device on her head once. It had launched itself at her when she opened the closet door for some ribbon. She saw it after she stumbled backwards and fell into a mirror, thankfully not breaking it. A device, about the size of her horn, lodged deep into her ear canal, speaking to her. She saw it blinking before it camouflaged to match her coat. Her hooves were so tired...

Just keep walking... Just keep walking... Just keep walking...

She could feel the road beneath her cutting her delicate hooves. She didn’t have to see the blood flowing to know it was there. Was the voice ever going to let her stop? It had given her a small break for lunch but had urged her to keep walking. Those same words over and over, matched to her panting.

Spike must have gone to Rarity. Sweetie Belle would never had said such things to him normally...

Just keep walking... Just keep walking... Just keep walking...

Somehow walking with her eyes closed helped. It blocked at least a little of the smouldering sun from her mind. Would Spike ever forgive her? He seemed so hurt when she was forced to... she never would have used those words towards him or anypony. Rarity would probably be searching for her. Would the voice ever allow Sweetie Belle to sleep? Closing her eyes helped but it wouldn’t be enough. How long could her legs keep moving to the cadence of the voice in her ear?

Just keep walking... Just keep walking... Just keep walking...

Her hoof caught short and her muzzle dove into the scorched path. The panic in her veins deafened her. She had tried to stop before and call for help. The voice had gotten angry and cursed at her despite her tears. She obeyed ever since then. She couldn’t let him hurt her big sister. Why was he doing this? Where was Spike? Shouldn’t somepony have caught up to her by now?

Just keep walking... Just keep walking... Just keep walking...

Sweetie Belle scrambled to her feet again and cantered forward. The sun was precariously perched on the distant ridge of some mountain range. Where was she? Where was this voice leading her? What was going to happen to her? Had nopony cared? Wasn’t anypony going to come rescue her? Where was Spike? Where was Rarity? So many questions hurt her head but she couldn’t stop.

Just keep walking... Just keep walking... Just keep walking...

She saw the road was clear for awhile in front of her and closed her eyes again. The dust was clinging to her sweaty coat now. Hopefully when she could finally stop she could take a shower. What a sight she would be to Rarity. She would certainly fuss.

She had to be looking for her... she was her older sister. She had taken care of her and loved her even though they had fought so many times. She would be so worried and hug her despite her bleeding hooves, sweat and damaged hair. She would take her little sister back to her rightful room and tuck her into bed, letting her sleep while her friends caught the stallion who was doing this.

Just keep walking... Just keep walking... Just keep walking...

The sun was sinking fast now. The first breeze chilled her damp body and shook her to her core. Would she just keep walking until she collapsed? She hadn’t eaten anything since the disgusting meal of dandelions and oats for lunch. She hadn’t even been given an apple to polish everything off. Her stomach had been grumbling and groaning for what must be miles.But she didn’t want to try stopping again. He had told her the second use of the strange device in her ear.

Sweetie Belle, there will be an empty cabin coming up on your left. Go into it for now and stay there until I say otherwise.

A stop! Even if for a few minutes it would be a stop! And a cabin too! Would it have food? A shower? A warm bed for her to crawl into and sleep in?

Just keep walking, Sweetie Belle... Just keep walking... Just keep walking, Sweetie Belle...

As he said the cabin came up on her left over the crest of a hill. One stunted tree stood outside of it. It was the size of the Cutie Mark Crusaders’ club house.

Go inside. You can rest for tonight Sweetie Belle.

Sweetie entered to see piles of new sawdust and glanced at a table of food next to a pile of cushions, pillows and a blanket. She plopped down on top of the beautifully soft cushions with her stomach still empty.

Sleep well.

Before she slept, the door creaked open and she felt the brush of a wing as somepony pulled the blanket over her.

“I’m here, Sweetie Belle. You’ll be alright.” a voice whispered as white eyelids closed over green irises and a small kiss was placed on the filly’s temple.

At the Boutique

In a room lit by moonlight and oil lamps, a green flash was soon assaulted by a blur of white and purple.

“What does she say?!” Rarity demanded, her mane flopping forwards into her eyes. Spike crawled out from under her hooves and ripped open the parchment.

“ 'Dear Spike, Please tell Rarity that Sweetie Belle has stopped walking...' ” Rarity dramatically gasped in relief, “ '...but, she cannot go back home tonight.' ”

“Why ever not? She couldn’t have strolled that far!” Rarity demanded. Spike ignored her while his eyes rolled over the words.

“ ‘Details aren’t specific but Rainbow Dash says that her life could be in danger if she tries to run away.’ ”

“Why would anypony want to harm her?”

“Uh...” Spike was scanning now, “Princess Celestia asks if you can think of anypony who might have a reason.”

“But I simply cannot! Sweetie Belle might have been Gabby Gums but...”

“Rarity... she means you.”

“Pardon?”

“Princess Celestia asks if there is anypony who might want to hurt you.”

“Oh, of course not! This must be some madpony! Where is she now?”

“She’s in a cottage north of here. Fluttershy was there but she left.”

“Why would Fluttershy ever leave her? My darling sister is the victim of a most... unusual kidnapping...”

“Just read it...” Spike sighed, holding the letter up for her to take. The letter was snapped from his claw as a pair of apple-red glasses floated to the white mare’s muzzle.

My Dear Spike,

Please tell Rarity that Sweetie Belle has stopped walking but she cannot go back home tonight. Details aren’t specific but Rainbow Dash says that her life could be in danger if she tries to run away.

Twilight told me about your encounter. I don’t think she meant what she said to you, Spike. I have reason to believe from your report, and the reports of Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy, that she might be under the control of a device I have only heard rumors of. Fluttershy said that when she tucked Sweetie Belle into the bed at the cabin that words began appearing on one of the walls telling her that if she didn’t leave the device would detonate. She ran before asking any questions.

Spike, please ask Rarity to think of any enemies she might have or ponies who might want to hurt her for one deed or another. Above all: keep her in Carousel Boutique! I am sending my best ponies to help bring her sister back and I don’t want two ponies kidnapped in one day. Update me if whoever is doing this contacts you.

Regards,

Princess Celestia

Detonate... the device would detonate. Her sister was not only being kidnapped but being used as... what exactly? A hostage? But for what ransom?

Nopony could be with the dear filly to comfort her...

She was in a cabin in the desert with some... device that could kill her. Rarity was supposed to stay home and wait calmly for somepony to contact her...

Sweetie Belle was alone. Yes, the Princess demanded but...

Rarity removed her glasses and placed them next to her sewing machine.

“So... do you know of anypony who might be doing this?” Spike asked.

"...ponies who might want to hurt her for one deed or another..."

“I’m not certain, Spike. This pony must be a lunatic.”

And how do you feel?

“What’s this device thing Princess Celestia is talking about?”

It is none of your business!

“I do not know, Spike dear.”

Oh I believe it is...

“Well, Princess Celestia is going to find her... right?”

My personal affairs are my own.

“I’m certain she will, Spike...” Rarity said as she sat on a chaise and looked out the French doors opened to the balcony. Nighttime had just made its scheduled appointment and crystal stars were beginning to fall onto the blue velvet of the night sky. Sweetie Belle was alone.

But, what if...

Spike sat next to Rarity on the chaise and wrapped his arms around her fetlock. A small smile tucked into her cheeks.

“Thank you, darling.” she said and gave a small peck on the top of his head.

“She’ll be alright...”

“Of course.”

No! This fitting is over! I’m so sorry I cannot accommodate you.

“Rarity... am I...”

“Spike, listen to me, Sweetie Belle was being forced to say those dreadful things. I’m certain she did not mean a word of it.”

“But... what if it’s true?”

“Spike... if we had never met you none of us would be the pony we are today.”

“You really mean that?”

So that’s it?

“Without a doubt, yes.” Rarity concluded. Spike gave her a wide smile and hugged her foreleg even tighter. Well, he was happy, at least. If only... if only it made a difference.

Rarity knew exactly who this kidnapper was. He was the only customer crazy enough to try a stunt like this. But why would he have gone so far as to... kidnap her sister? Sweetie Belle did not need to be involved... How did he know that Sweetie Belle would open the cabinet before she did?

As soon as the thought struck, her guilt passed a temor through her body. He had no way of knowing Sweetie Belle would open that cabinet where Rarity had found the ejector... Perhaps Sweetie Belle wasn’t supposed to be his target. Rarity had sent her to the cabinet...

“Spike...” she began and looked down to meet his eyes, “I’m so sorry...”

Aquamarine blue covered Spike before he could speak. He pushed with all his childlike might against the aura surrounding him, unwrapping his arms from her leg, closing his eyelids, forcing relaxation. Within a minute he was fast asleep and placed onto the chaise. Rarity pulled a thick blanket over the dragon to keep him warm and looked out the window again.

She would have to run... Celestia could stop her and would probably find her the moment she realized she had escaped... but Rarity was going to try to save her sister.

Hooves? Miles? Hours?

Once again sore hooves struggled on a road covered in dust.

Just keep walking, Sweetie Belle... Just keep walking... Just keep walking, Sweetie Belle...

She had kept walking... why did she still have to walk? How much longer?

Just keep walking, Sweetie Belle... Just keep walking... Just keep walking, Sweetie Belle...

The voice speaking to her was different from yesterday. Still male but less resonant and higher pitched. What had caused it to change?

Just keep walking, Sweetie Belle... Just keep walking... Just keep walking, Sweetie Belle...

Rainbow Dash would appear any minute. She would fly right next to her and sweep her away from the pounding of the ground. She would carry her away to see Rarity. Before the day was done, she would be safe again.

Just keep walking, Sweetie Belle... Just keep walking... Just keep walking, Sweetie Belle...

Couldn’t Celestia stop the sun for just one day? Nopony would mind.

Then again, with the sun up Fluttershy or Rainbow Dash could see her. They could find her! But where were they?

Just keep walking, Sweetie Belle... Just keep walking... Just keep walking, Sweetie Belle...

The sun was rising higher and higher. If she called to Celestia to stop the sun the voice in her ear might get mad. Why was she so tired so early in the day? Why hadn’t anypony seen her yet? Her legs didn’t want to move. She could feel each protesting stretch of her muscles.

Just keep walking, Sweetie Belle... Just keep walking... Just keep walking, Sweetie Belle...

A twinge; she knew what that meant. But she had to keep moving forward no matter how slowly. But the twinge came back as she stepped again. She had to keep moving. The twinge was sharper.

Sweetie Belle collapsed as tears came easily. Her leg was cramping and she couldn’t get up.

Get up.

“I can’t! I can’t!” she bawled earnestly.

Get. Up! the voice repeated.

“My leg hurts! I can’t!”

One more mile.

“I can’t! I can’t walk anymore! I’m too tired!”

Just one more.

“No!”

One more and you can sleep.

“But... but it hurts.”

Stretch it. The pain goes away faster if you stretch it.

Sweetie Belle remained curled. Her leg felt as if it was locking to be permanently held up against her chest. If she moved it would would get worse. She shook her head and kept her eyes closed to the rising sun. Tears dirtied her face and dust entered her mouth and nose.

She wanted to go home.

Stand up and stretch. It will hurt less later on.

Her lips shook. She sobbed. Her leg pulled as she tried to uncurl it. It... did feel better.

Her left hoof soon stretched as far away from her body as it could. It was painful... but the voice was right. After a few moments the pain left with only a slight soreness as a reminder. She opened her eyes but did not get up. The tears didn’t stop.

Now... get up.

She felt the dirt scrape her sides as she stood up. She was sweaty... but she felt so cold. Shivers. She sniffed. Shivers. She began to walk again and felt the pull in her leg... but it soon faded as she continued to take steps. It was still sore though. Her dry throat burned as she coughed. She would keep going. It was only a mile.

Just keep walking, Sweetie Belle... Just keep walking... Just keep walking, Sweetie Belle...

How long was a mile anyway? It couldn’t be too long. It just sounded long. She was so sleepy. Last night had been so warm when she was tucked up in the blankets. She wouldn’t have left if the voice hadn’t...

No, Rarity was going to be all right. She just had to...

Just keep walking, Sweetie Belle... Just keep walking... Just keep walking, Sweetie Belle...

The warm mash she had been fed... it was so delicious. She could still remember the taste of cinnamon and sugar added to it. Another bowl right now would be just what she needed. It would warm her up.

The weather was so odd here. Yesterday she had been sweating the whole time. Today it was chilly. She was so tired. Just another mile.

Just keep walking, Sweetie Belle... Just keep walking... Just keep walking, Sweetie Belle...

Apple Bloom must miss her now. Would Scootaloo even know she was being fillynapped? Would Miss Cheerilee try to help find her? Would Celestia bother? Rarity must be coming. She was her sister and had always been there to take care of her.

But... why wasn’t she here?

Just keep walking, Sweetie Belle... Just keep walking... Just keep walking, Sweetie Belle...

How long was a mile anyway? It was a bunch of hooves but she couldn’t remember how many. It was like hours. She kept hearing about them but they never seem to be consistently one length or another. Would she have to walk for an hour or would a mile be shorter? Her head hurt from the numbers that she searched for but never could recall.

Just keep walking, Sweetie Belle... Just keep walking... Just keep walking, Sweetie Belle...

Exactly how cold was she right now? Did she have a temperature? Ponies only said she had a temperature when she was sick so not having one would mean she was not sick, right? What was temperatures measured in again? Miss Cheerilee needed to explain it.

Just keep walking, Sweetie Belle... Just keep walking... Just keep walking, Sweetie Belle...

She was measured in hooves too. Could she be measured in miles? No, she was measured in hours. Apple Bloom must miss her.

Just keep walking, Sweetie Belle... Just keep walking... Sweetie Belle... get up... Sweetie Belle you’ve fallen down again...

“No, I haven’t...” she mumbled into the ground that met her face and shivering body a second time. Sand scratched her eyes when she blinked. Rarity would come to tuck her into bed soon...

Sweetie Belle! Answer! Stand up! Move!

She just closed her eyes to the sun and opened them again when the sun was behind her. How did it move so quickly?

Answer me!

“Sweetie Belle!” somepony screamed from down the road.

Personal

White hooves dashed against the dust of the road, advancing towards the filly.

“Sweetie Belle!” Rarity screamed again at the distant lump. Her wild heartbeat aided her and choked her at the same time. The dust dried her mouth and she couldn’t call again.

Three hooves away from her sister she stopped. She knew that pegasus.

“You didn’t think I’d leave her unattended, did you?” the stallion said.

“It wouldn’t surprise me in the least.” Rarity spat and knelt next to the shivering filly.

“We have to get her somewhere you know.”

“We have to get her water and shade first!” A wing, larger than that of a normal pegasus, stretched over the filly to shade her.

“I’m assuming you have water.” he flatly stated.

“I lost my saddlebag when I ran.” Rarity snapped as she stood.

“I’ll stay here... you can trust me.” the stallion sneered.

“If you lay so much as one feather one her...”

“Are you going to get your sister water or are you just going to threaten me?”

Rarity turned abruptly and cantered towards the bags, retrieving the water bottle as quickly as possible and leaving the bag behind. Ignoring his bored smirk, Rarity knelt next to her sister and lifted her head carefully.

“Sweetie Belle, you have to drink this carefully...”

“But, hooves... hours...”

“Here it comes...” Rarity said, her voice trembling, as she tipped the water into her sister’s barely moving muzzle. Sweetie Belle grimaced and tried to push the water away. “No, Sweetie Belle, you have to drink. I know you don’t want to because it probably tastes horrid right now, but you need to drink this...”

“I wanna sleep, Rarity...it’s cold...how many hoofs are in a minute?”

“I’m sorry, Sweetie Belle, but you are going to drink this!” Rarity commanded more forcefully and pried her sister’s jaw open to fit the mouth of the bottle in. The filly choked as the water gushed in but after a few weak shoves against Rarity from her hooves she gave in and drank until the canteen was empty. Rarity eased the empty container from her mouth and wrapped her shaking sister in her forelegs, rocking her gently.

Sweetie Belle stunk, was slick with sweat and grime, and heavy in Rarity’s hold... but she was found and, more importantly, she was alive. Rarity held her tightly and continued to rock her gently in the shade of the pegasus’ wing. She could never have expected one conversation would lead to this.

“She’s ready to be moved.”

“Haven’t you done enough?”

“And how do you propose removing that bomb from her ear, Miss Rarity?”

“You knew there was a chance she would open that cabinet before me.”

“It was a risk.”

“Is that all you can say?” she snarled, looking up into electric yellow eyes.

“I don’t get personal. No matter who gets involved.”

“I might dare to believe that... except Sweetie Belle still lies here with a bomb lodged in her head! No, Mr. Strike, this is very personal. Even if not for you... it has become so for me.”

“I’m terrified, I assure you.” he droned and pulled his wing in.

“How far are we from wherever it was you were planning to take her?” Rarity demanded, lifting the limp body of her sister onto her back.

“One mile. She she couldn’t even walk that.”

“And you... blame her...” Rarity strained, weakened under the weight of her sister.

"What? No saddle bag?" After his jeer, the bag was slammed onto his back forcefully by Rarity's magic.

"Thanks... for the... offer. You're such a... gentlecolt..."

“Just keep your mouth shut and follow me.” Rarity was ready with another retort but decided against it as Sweetie Belle shivered again and mumbled a few indecipherable syllables. For Sweetie Belle she would be quiet, but only as long as necessary.

From Sweetie Belle's ear, Rarity could still hear a voice speaking.

Silent Exchange

What was that smell? It was beautiful. Arms cradled Sweetie Belle close and she felt a hum caress her.

“Rarity?” Sweetie Belle asked, tiredly. Was more warm mash being made?

“Just sleep, Darling. We’ll be home soon.” the voice assured her. Sweetie Belle curled up against the pony holding her and fell asleep easily.

In the next room over, Rarity bristled.

“That does not excuse you! Sweetie Belle could have died and now she’ll be scarred for life...”

“It’s your own fault and you know it.”

“What I choose to do is my concern alone. Your vendetta need not involve me!”

“Yes, it should!” he screamed, slamming his hooves onto a sturdy oak desk.

“Oh so my path in life should be your decision? I thought you were against that sort of thing.”

“So now you take my advice? Just to turn it back on me?”

“My sister is in the next room with a bomb inside of her! Do you expect me to be willing to help you when you’ve put her life at such risk?”

“I was hoping it would be you coming here with a bomb inside your skull.”

“Is that how you tricked Bon Bon into helping you?”

“She needed a job and I needed her skills...”

“So you could spy over my sister while she did your voice work... How much did it cost to convince her?”

“Mares are willing to do almost anything with their loved one at risk.” Rarity scoffed.

“So you claim to fight corruption and yet you display it casually!”

“At least I don’t mutilate and suppress...”

“You’re just as bad as the monster you claim to fight!” Hoof collided with cheek and Rarity collapsed, holding her face in her hooves.

“Don’t you dare call me that! Call me that again and I’ll detonate your sister’s head!” Rarity broke down, curled into a fetal position. The stallion crossed to her and stood over her sobbing form.

“Please, don’t hit me again...” she choked.

“I need someone to fight with me...”

“I just don’t want Sweetie Belle to die...” Rarity sobbed hysterically.

“Agree to help me, and Bon Bon will take Sweetie Belle back home.”

“The device...” Rarity choked.

“I’ll place it in the ear of a more willing pony.”

“...But...it’s treason...”

“No... Treason is exactly what I’m fighting against. You know that.” Rarity coughed harshly from crying. The pegasus groaned deeply and lowered his head to speak more gently to her.

“Rarity, I don’t want to kill your sister. I never intended for her to become attached to the device. But...I’m desperate... I need somepony else to help me... at least have a chance at the life I could have had... I just need somepony who is going through what I’m going through...”

“I just want Sweetie Belle to be safe...” Rarity gasped out before starting a new wave of uncontrolled tears.

“Rarity...you have no idea how much help I need. FInding you...you know what’s wrong and you can help me so much... I can give you back something you’ve lost...” he said and rubbed between her shoulderblades with his muzzle. She felt his own tears dripping onto her coat. Rarity continued to cry. The pegasus laid next to her and pulled her close with his wing, crying as well.

Sweetie Belle was all that mattered. She had been put through so much and might never recover... what scars would remain in her mind? What physical anguish would she go through recovering from what she was put through? Would she and Spike ever be friendly again after what she had said? How could she possibly help the pony who did this to her? This was absolutely cruel. How could he justify what he was doing? How could he truly believe he was doing what was right and necessary?

What would be best for Sweetie?

She would never see her again if she said yes. If she said yes Celestia would have to consider her a traitor. If she said yes Bon Bon might be in even more danger. She might never see her friends again. But, with all that, there was a chance that Sweetie Belle could be all right. Rarity was so exhausted physically and emotionally. She stood up and walked away from the pegasus and turned to face away from him.

“I’ll do it.” she said before a tired sniff, “Please, just let her get back home safely. I’ll take the device in my ear. Just please, let her and Bon Bon go...” she begged, hanging her head.

The pegasus walked from the room and closed the door. Rarity was too tired to cry.

But she still heard Bon Bon scream, before something garbled the sound...as if the other mare was choking on liquid.

Proud of You

Rarity watched as Sweetie Belle washed a warm bite of cinnamon mash down with a sip of cold milk. She was already looking a lot better. Perhaps she would be alright after all...and she could recover. The device had already been taken out of her ear so, for a while, they were both safe. They could almost be in Carousel Boutique right now, enjoying a good breakfast before spending the day together. Rarity would have asked to take Sweetie Belle out of school for that day. A “family vacation” she would have called it. A vacation with the only family she had left since their parents had died...her only blood relative.

Rarity momentarily turned to her bowl and ate a spoonful of mash. It was quite delicious to be honest, but Sweetie Belle soon gained her attention again. She didn’t have much time with her. As soon as the device was set to go into her own ear... Well, for now, she didn’t have to think about it.

“Rarity?” Sweetie belle asked, pushing her bowl towards her sister, “Can I have some more?”

“What do you say?” Rarity reminded her with a smile.

“Please?” Sweetie Belle said and Rarity took her bowl to the stove where a large pot sat, ready with another serving.

After it was full, Rarity set the bowl down in front of her sister again and sat opposite her, trying to eat a few more bites. Sweetie Belle... She would have to tell her. She wanted her sister to know from her... The pot of mash was basically gone now into Sweetie Belle’s bowl. He would soon be done working on the device and would come in to...

But how to start such a conversation? To tell her sister she was not going back with her? Would Sweetie Belle go willingly? She opened her mouth to start though she didn’t know what to say.

“Rarity? How are we getting back?”

Rarity looked down at her bowl with a full spoon resting inside. Sometime she and Sweetie Belle were so much alike she could swear she was reading her mind.

“Well, Darling, I don’t know how you will be taken back to Ponyville. I assume transport of some kind will take you back.”

“Aren’t you coming with me, Rarity?” Sweetie asked, looking up at Rarity, visibly worried.

“I’m so sorry, Sweetie Belle...” she stopped while her emotions threatened to voice their opinion, “I’m... I want to go back with you but...”

Sweetie Belle is a filly. She’s already lost her parents and will lose her sister too. She’s too young to be going through this. Her older sister could barely go through this! She shouldn’t have to know ordeals like this... She shouldn’t have to cry again. She’s lost too much already...

But, she needed to hear this from somepony who loves her.

“I wish there was another way...” Rarity choked, wiping a tear away while Sweetie Belle looked on, distress apparent, “I love you Sweetie Belle and this is absolutely cruel and unfair...but, I think it’s what’s best for us.”

“Rarity...” Sweetie Belle begged.

“Darling, you’ve been strong through all this. But, you’re going to have to be even stronger. I... I love you so much, and I hope to see you again someday. But...Sweetie Belle, I’m not going back to Ponyville with you.”

“But, Rarity! Who will take care of me?” Rarity had thought this out carefully last night.

“I want you to go to Applejack and the Apple family. Carousel Boutique is yours to take care of. She will watch over you...” Sweetie Belle’s tears stopped her.

“I won’t...see you again?” Sweetie Belle sniffed.

Rarity could only stare. Resolve built up inside of her and dried her tears. She leapt off the bench she was sitting on and embraced her sister.

“I promise, Sweetie Belle. I promise I will see you again someday.” Her heart tore as her baby sister cried into her, holding on tightly. How could she ever force the filly to let go? A door opened behind Rarity and she turned her head slightly.

“So she knows. Good. Well, it’s time...”

“Don’t you dare take her away from me!” Sweetie Belle screamed.

“No, Darling. This is what’s best...”

“She’s my sister! Don’t take her away from me”

“Hold her...” he commanded somepony Rarity couldn’t see until she moved to hold Sweetie Belle. Bon Bon? So he didn’t kill her...

Sweetie Belle was hysterical and beginning to choke Rarity by holding on so tightly.

“NOOOOOO!” she screamed in her sister’s ear as Bon Bon ripped them apart, tears flowing from the earth pony’s closed eyes. Rarity trembled and tried to smile as she felt the Pegasus slide the device into her ear.

“RARITY!!!” Sweetie Belle continued to call and holler, punching, biting, kicking poor Bon Bon who tried to restrain her. It was too much.

“Sweetie Belle! Stop! Just stop!” Rarity shouted over her sister. Sweetie Belle bit her lip. Rarity crossed to be just out of hoof’s length.

“Careful...” the pegasus warned.

“Sweetie Belle... Sweetie Belle, listen to me. I have watched, with joy, who you are becoming...” Rarity let her tears fall down her cheek but did all she could to keep her voice steady, “I love you so much and I am so proud of you. You’ve grown up so much in the past year alone and... I... I wish I could be there to see how you grow in the coming months... But...for you...you are now at the point in your life where growing up is no longer easy. You are already more mature than many ponies your age because you have survived more than many ponies your age will have to survive in their lifetimes...

"You have to be continue to be strong, Sweetie Belle. There is so much I wish I could say to you now...so much I wish I could do to make your life easy. But, Sweetie Belle, you have found yourself learning that life involves pain...” Rarity stopped to choke back memories, “And no matter how much I love you...I cannot give you everything... I cannot... I cannot give you a life without pain.

"Please, Sweetie Belle, you are such a beautiful, loving, remarkable filly... That will never change. I will always be proud of you no matter the distance. Please, go with Bon Bon and go to Sweet Apple Acres. I promise: I will see you one day.”

A remarkable thing happened as Rarity spoke to her sister. Sweetie Belle cried and allowed the tears to flow...but she listened. After Rarity was done speaking her eyes were still red with tears...but, she closed her mouth and nodded her head slowly.

“Well, Bon Bon, thank you for your help. The saddlebags are by the door for you to take. I’ll be watching.”

Bon Bon gave him one look and then stood on all four hooves after gently setting a cooperative Sweetie Belle down. Rarity stood where she was and gave her sister what she hoped was a reassuring smile. She would do everything in her power to get back to her. No matter who stood in her way, she would get her family back. Sweetie Belle stood directly in front of her and Rarity could see her urge to rush into a hug again.

“I...I love you, Rarity.” she said. Rarity smiled as tears climbed out of the corners of her eyes. And with that, the brave filly turned away and walked alongside the reluctant earth pony.

“Tell me, Strike...” Rarity began when Sweetie Belle had disappeared from her sight, “What exactly did you do to Bon Bon that caused her to scream?”

“I did only what was necessary.” he said, stiffly.

“What was necessary?” Rarity prodded.

“When I...hired her, I did more than rent her voice.” Rarity closed her eyes with the realization.

“You bought her voice...and when you were done with her...”

“I cut her voice out so I could keep what I bought.”

There was so much Rarity wished she could say.