Rarity's Rampage

A few days later, after finishing sewing multiple garments, Rarity stopped by the Ponyville Schoolhouse to talk to Cherilee.

Upon arriving, however, she was greeted by her sister who was wondering what she was doing there.

“Hey Sis. What are you doing here,” inquired Sweetie Belle.

“Please excuse me Sweetie Belle, but I have to talk to your teacher,” responded Rarity.

Sweetie Belle shrugged and joined up with Applebloom and Scootaloo and galloped away.

After watching her sister leave, Rarity knocked on the door to the schoolhouse.

Cherilee looked up from the stack of papers she was intently reading to answer the door.

Cherilee smiled. “Hello Rarity. How may I help you?"

“I’m sorry to distract you from your work but I was just wondering if I could talk to you about my sister. I worry about her participation in class and if she is doing her assignments.”

“You’re not distracting me Rarity. Don’t you worry about that. I’d be glad to talk to you about Sweetie Belle."

"Oh thank you Cherilee for taking time out of your busy day to talk to me about how my sister is doing,” Rarity said with a smile.

“It’s no problem at all Rarity. Sweetie Belle is a very diligent worker when she wants to be. However, her persistence in getting her cutie mark frequently interferes with her school work. And Rarity, I’d just like to apologize about last week. I didn’t mean to make you upset. I know you care deeply about your work but I was just giving my opinion.”

“Not to worry at all. I had completely forgotten about that whole fiasco,” lied Rarity. “In fact, Sweetie Belle and I were wondering if you’d like to join us for dinner this evening?”

“Well that sounds fantastic." “What time works best for you?”

Rarity looked at the clock. It was 5:00 pm.

“Seven works just fine,” said Rarity.

“I’ll see you then,” said Cherilee.

As Rarity began walking back to the Carousel Boutique, she began devising a plan to murder Cherilee.

After a few minutes, Rarity began smirking and replaying her plan in her mind.

Once Rarity came back, she called for her sister.

Sweetie Belle was at her side almost instantly.

“Hey Sis,” said Sweetie Belle.

"Listen to me Sweetie Belle, I’ve got a very important meeting tonight. Do be a dearie and go see your friends."

"Alright,” Sweetie Belle said, wielding a confused expression.

After Sweetie Belle left, Rarity began waiting for her victim.

She only waited a few minutes, before she heard a knock on her door.

She walked over to the door and opened it.

“Hello Cheri-” Rarity began but stopped. Spike was standing in the doorway with a worried look on his face.

“Hello my little Spikey Wikey,” exclaimed Rarity. “To what do I owe this unexpected visit?”

Spike gave a weak smile upon hearing his nickname but quickly regained his initial worried look.

He walked inside and began pacing around.

“Spikey Wikey, is everything alright,” asked Rarity worriedly.

“It’s horrible Rarity,” responded Spike. “I haven’t seen Twilight in two days and nopony knows where she went."

Rarity gave a slight twitch at the mention of Twilight’s name but quickly regained her composure.

“I’m sorry Spike. But I haven’t seen her recently,” lied Rarity. “I’m sure she’s fine. Maybe she has an urgent meeting with Princess Celestia.”

“You’re probably right Rarity. I’m sure she is fine. I’m worrying myself for nothing," said Spike, who, was beginning to feel better because he had somepony to talk to. “Thanks for listening Rarity. You’re a great friend,” said Spike happily.

“Anytime Spikey Wikey,” giggled Rarity.

Spike and Rarity hugged and once Spike left, Rarity waved goodbye and closed the door.

Rarity sat down waiting for Cherilee to arrive.

She glanced at the clock.

“6:45, won’t be long now,” thought Rarity.

After hearing another knock on the door a few minutes later, Rarity opened the door to find Cherilee smiling in the doorway.

"Hello Cherilee. Please come in."

“Good evening Rarity,” said Cherilee upon entering the Carousel Boutique.

“How was your walk over here Cherilee?”

“It was nice and peaceful. Thank you for having me."

“No dearie, thank you for attending,” responded Rarity.

“Where’s Sweetie Belle?"

“I have no idea,” Rarity said. “Sweetie Belle told me that she wanted you to play hide and seek with her, so we’re going to play a game.”

“Wait, why am I doing this?"

“Sweetie Belle said it’s a surprise."

“Well I do like surprises,” giggled Cherilee. “So all I have to do is find Sweetie Belle?”

“That’s right dearie. Now please stay still so I can get this around you.”

Rarity proceeded to wrap a towel over Cherilee’s eyes.

“No peaking now dearie,” laughed Rarity.

Cherilee began looking for Sweetie Bell, oblivious to the fact that she wasn’t anywhere in the house.

Rarity snuck away and opened the door to her basement.

She slammed the door loudly to alert Cherilee’s attention but silently opened it up again.

Cherilee took the bait and headed toward where she heard the noise from, with her arms outstretched.

Cherilee slipped down the flight of stairs and landed hard on the pavement.

Groggily, Cherilee limped up and removed the towel so she could see.

She looked around and felt her heart almost stop.

Cherilee looked horrified as she saw the carcass of Hoity Toity still shackled to a table.

She desperately attempted to scream, but no sound could come out.

Suddenly the lights began to dimmer, and out stepped Rarity, with a demonic smirk plastered on her face.

Cherilee took a step back, horrified, and glanced into Rarity’s gleaming eyes, and then, to Hoity Toity’s corpse.

“What’s wrong Mrs. Cherilee, you look like you’ve seen a ghost,” laughed Rarity.

Cherilee tried answering her, but her throat became dry and she began to get wobbly knees.

Rarity smiled, amused at the sight of her petrified victim.

“Yes. You’ve figured it out. I killed Hoity Toity,” exclaimed Rarity proudly.

Cherilee’s eyes widened and she took another step away from Rarity.

“And I’m going to do the same to you Cherilee."

Rarity sprang at Cherilee with full force and knocked her down.

Cherilee tried getting up but she was too dazed from Rarity’s tackle.

Rarity walked towards her and pressed her hoof to her throat, cutting off Cherilee’s oxygen.

“How dare you say my dresses are horrible! You are going to pay dearly,” Rarity said with a grin.

Cherilee panicked and desperately tried to draw breath.

She looked into the eyes of Rarity, who was now peering maliciously at her.

Cherilee, with all of her strength, jabbed a hoof in Rarity’s eye, temporarily blinding her.

Cherilee staggered to her feet, ready to fight.

Rarity regained her sight and laughed.

“You think you can beat a lady of my stature? I’m an elegant unicorn while you’re just some redneck schoolteacher,” mocked Rarity.

“You know Rarity,” said Cherilee, “I’m not a fighter but I don’t have a problem tearing you hoof from hoof.”

The two ponies ran at each other in a fray.

Hooves were flying everywhere and they both tried biting one another.

A few moments later, both ponies collapsed, from pain and fatigue.

“I’m impressed Cherilee. You have actually managed to hurt me.”

“There’s more where that came from,” Cherilee said, breathing heavily.

Both ponies got to their feet at the same time and waited for the other to make a move.

“I must say Cherilee, I admire your persistence even though your attempts will be in vain.”

“I hope you fight as well as you talk trash Rarity,” said Cherilee coldly.

Once again, Cherilee and Rarity ran at another but this time Rarity got the upper hoof.

She bit Cherilee everywhere, leaving big, red welts all over her body.

Rarity proceeded to kick her hard in the face and in her legs, hoping to break them.

After Rarity had left Cherilee in pain, she quickly ran where she kept her weapons, in case of emergency.

Rarity levitated the lot and trotted back to where her scuffle with Cherilee just happened.

When she got there, however, she discovered Cherilee missing.

“Come out and face me like a true mare you coward,” yelled Rarity.

Suddenly, Rarity felt a sharp pain in her side and found a knife plunged deeply inside of her.

Cherilee walked toward her, grinning devilishly, with another dagger clutched in her hoof.

Rarity, with a quick yelp of pain, detached the dagger from her side.

“How dare you get my mane dirty with my own blood!” exclaimed Rarity.

“What you should be worried about Rarity, is what type of dress you want to be buried in.”

The two ponies, for the third time sprang at one another and a flurry of knives ensued.

Both ponies were cut and stabbed.

Their blood began to drip on the shiny, wooden, floor, forming crimson pools besides them.

Simultaneously, both ponies fell.

Rarity was the first to stand back up.

“Look what you’re doing you wretch. Now the floor is dirty again and I just cleaned it this morning. You’re going to pay for that.”

Enraged, Rarity stomped on Cherilee’s hooves as hard as she could.

Hearing loud cracks and Cherilee roaring with pain, made her smile gleefully.

She abruptly stopped and looked down at Cherilee.

“Enjoy your last few moments of life Cherilee,” Rarity said with a sneer. “I’m going to wash up. When I come back, you are finished.”

Cherilee glanced besides her and found the dagger laying a few feet away.

With difficulty, Cherilee slowly crawled toward it and hid it from view.

Rarity came back into the room and walked to where Cherilee was gasping heavily.

Rarity laughed and continued towards her.

“What happened to all that talk before,” taunted Rarity. “You said you were going to tear me hoof from hoof. You’re pathetic,” said Rarity, delivering a kick to Cherilee.

Rarity raised her hoof slowly, ready to strike upon Cherilee’s throat.

Cherilee, with all her strength kicked Rarity’s legs from under her as hard as possible.

Rarity fell, landing on her knees. Cherilee quickly kicked Rarity in the sternum.

Rarity was now sprawled on the floor.

Cherilee then limped over, crouched down, and slit Rarity’s throat from ear to ear.

Blood gushed out of Rarity’s jugular.

With one final plunge, Cherilee inserted the dagger for the last time.

It hit its mark, right into the heart of Rarity.

Rarity took one last look at Cherilee, drew her last breath, and died.

At last, the rampage of Rarity, was over.