Cutie Mark Cru-Saviors

"C'mon, Sweetie Belle!" Scootaloo yelled from across the room.

"I know just...Give me a minute here!" She replied.

"Well hurry up, I'll wait downstairs." Scootaloo said reassuringly.

"Yea.." Sweetie Belle managed.

She suppressed a tear and stared deep into the eyes of Applebloom.

"Sorry pal.." She tried, "I know it wasn't your time..Sorry I couldn't be of help.."

A tear from her eye dripped away and fell on Applebloom's dead-cold cheek.

A small breath came from her. Sweetie Belle looked on with hope.

"G-good....Luck..."

Sweetie Belle kissed Applebloom's wrist and stood up.

"Sweetie Belle!" Scootaloo called from outside the Club House, "Come ON!"

"I'm on it! Start walkin'!" Sweetie Belle gripped the ax tightly.

"Sorry..." She held back another tear and swung the tool down hard upon Applebloom's face.

Her blood and guts and brain matter scattered about, her cranium destroyed to bits.

"Thanks." She said in remark to her wishes of luck.

Sweetie Belle picked up the Duffel Bag and wore it.

Wielding the ax steady in hand, she jumped down the Club House.

Recovering quickly from the fall, she ran steady, catching up with Scootaloo is they ran away into the sunset, and out of Sweet Apple Acres, the entire Apple family's corpses laying behind as the only evidence of their visit.