After around, maybe... an hour of designing some outfit I wanted to decorate for my new fashion line, something terribly DREADFUL happened. Something very obscure. The front door opened and seemed to have blown against the wall, the volume of the impact severely pounding my eardrums.
“Sweetie, honey, I’m in my design room,” I yelled out of my room. At first I guess the door slamming was just reckless, old Sweetie Belle again, but all I heard were hoovesteps. I knew instantly it wasn’t Sweetie Belle’s hoovesteps, for these were much more thunderous. Disturbingly alert, I listened closely to the hoovesteps. I heard them trotting closer and closer. Then, they seemed to have stopped for a split moment. “Sweetie Belle? Are you there?” I could tell something was definitely amiss, and it could definitely not be any of Sweetie’s friends. I heard a few groans and shrieks that sounded like Sweetie Belle from the room across and I immediately shot into action. I hopped to my hooves and dashed out of my room. Right in front of me the door to the room where the awful screams had come from was wide open, and there sat a taped up, restrained filly.
“Oh dear... Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear!” I shrieked. I began to pace back and forth, the tension rising as my stomach churned rocks. I had completely ignored the fact my little, beloved, sister was tied up hostage, and I was too petrified to even think straight. I didn’t know what to do next, since nothing like this had ever happened to me. I could feel my heart beat faster and faster, my stomach in knots, and I ran up to Sweetie Belle. Sweat streamed down my face, I had no experience to deal with a terrible situation like this.
“Nngh! A-a..-AUGH!” Sweetie was breathing too fast and hard, and all I could do is shove my left hoof over her mouth. But when I did that, she wasn’t breathing enough. The tension began to break a stronger sweat and I ran in the kitchen to grab a tissue, napkin, or something to wipe the sweat off. After retrieving the napkin, I noticed sweat wasn’t the only problem. I grabbed a mirror, it seemed to have been cracked at the top. It still was visible, so I focused it on my luscious face. The thing is; My eyes were bloodshot red... as well as the red around my cheeks and the feverish look amongst my mouth. I looked awful.
I think I was about to go insane. Oh, not just about to. I was officially out of my mind. Oh, the stress was just too overwhelming. I had decided this was just a dream. It just had to, nothing this bad ever happens in Ponyville. Maybe if I could manage to wake up, all these horrifying images would fade off forever. I closed my eyes for a minute and blinked twice. Everything was still there, the same bloody, hostage, Sweetie Belle, the napkin drenched in putrid sweat. It was truly gruesome, seeing this happen to such a young filly. Another glimpse in the mirror brought me to tears, looking at the once beautiful Rarity dread into such a mess, once beautiful violet mane in such a hideous twisted and flat shape, a dull lavender-gray, and my tail was a complete stressed disaster. The last thing I saw was Sweetie Belle screech in terror, eyes wider than and owl’s, the words barely leaving her mouth.
“Rarity.. L-Look out!”
I felt vicious talons, claws, a sword, something that makes the gruesome- KA-SHINK! noise against the back of my head. I felt searing, fiery pain. No, this was not a dream at all.
“Rarity.. L-Look out!” I still hear the words banging loudly and booming in my head, echoing. The chimes are making me dizzy, well, dizzier.
Echoing so loudly, it felt like it pierced my head. My eyes flashed open, and I saw a bright light shine right in between my eyes. My head was strained against a solid, flat, substance. It was very cold, and sent shivers through my spine, like a cold stream of water slowly trickling down. I extended my hoof out. Damn, I haven’t seen anything bright, mentally or physically in days. I peered over to my left, to see a spotlight shining among a blurry bald cat, a completely fur-less creature, a tattered purple bow dangling from its mouth. I squinted at the blurry creature. I need my glasses, that would work better. Everything seemed so foggy. It was hard to make out if the cat was close to me or not, but after awhile of nearly squeezing my eyelids shut, I noticed who it was.
“Opale-Opa,” It was hard to say words. I traveled off into an ‘Opa, Les, Opal’ sequence until the talking feel caught onto me again. “Opalescence? My dear, sweet, baby?” I coo’d her in the nicest way possible without flipping out. My voice was shaky and uneven. Almost broken, you can say.
“C’mere, sweet honey, Mama’s here..” Speaking of ‘Mama’, How did I look? I felt a gust of wind, breath, something warm and tender feel against the surface of my fur. My horn... I never paid attention to that. I felt the heated gust again, this time, I could feel my mishapen mane brush away from me in the distance. I felt a knife strike my hoof, deep through my rugged flesh, and I scowled out in pain.
“Oh, sh-shi.. Ohh...” I screamed a mixture of stutters and squeals. I couldn’t hear myself, it was completely silent. I opened my mouth again, only to hear the same exact thing; an empty gust of silence. I tried opening my mouth one more time, and that’s when I...
“Sweeee-tie Belle! Why would you waste our money on THAT filthy, cheap, just hooorr-ible fabric? What were you thinking?! You are going to take that back to Sapphire Shore’s store this instant! What an awful excuse for a piece of material!” I was simply outraged, what the HELL was she thinking? I’d have thought she’d have a sense of fashion, being the sibling of... Of course the best designer in all of Equestria! Or even the slightest bit of a keen sense of eyesight. Somepony with just the littlest bit of intelligence could of bought better cloth then that. I mean, the ratty, furry, scrambly mess was getting all over my rug! The furs were probably infesting in the rich A crumpled rag would even have been better. Hmph. What a day, huh.
“I-I’m sorry big sis.. I was just trying to help by buying new things you haven’t trie-” She seemed to have slipped an excuse, but excuses are nothing to me. I was too outraged to care.
“Help? Seems more like hurt or offendedness me. Seriously, I have better things to do then waste my time talking about the fabr- disaster you’ve brought me. Just, go get something of worth- and I don’t mean buying such repulsive items. Just get what catches your eye that is not as putrid as that. Ugh.” I trailed off, stomping off into my working room. My head was mixed with feelings of irritation as I stomped angrily toward the room. What can I do, oh what can I do with that Sweetie Belle?
