Scoots revenge

    Please let me go cried Diamond Tiara, I swear I will never tease you again. It is to late for that said Scootaloo, p..p..please, she was crying now tears dripping down her face. Scootaloo held up a rock smashing it into the side of diamond tiaras head. She let out a yelp blood gushing from the wound on her head, wh-wh..why are you doing this to me she sputtered, j..just let me go please. She was faint now from the loss of blood. I am afraid I can't let you go said Scootaloo calmly, you might tease me again. I..I won't I promise cried Diamond Tiara. Now now cooed Scootaloo, don't cry I will kill you quicker then I did that little bitch pal of yours Silver Spoon. You..your sick shouted diamond tiara. Well then Scootaloo said that might make an interesting cutie mark, she then brought the rock down on diamond tiaras head as hard as she could, she smiled at the crack of the skull. Well this has been a good day Scootaloo thought to herself, now to go home. It wasn't till the next day that Diamond Tiaras body was found behind the schools shed. Scootaloo had been living in the Cutie mark crusaders club house ever since Apple Jack had showed her, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Bell it. She got up and prepared for school. Around 8:00 she jumped on her scooter and set of to school. When she arrived she saw that every pony from town was there. She parked her scooter and went to go find her friends. What's going on she asked as she walked up to Sweetie Bell and Apple Bloom. They both looked like they were about to be sick, Diamond tiara.... Sh..she was murdered yesterday and no pony knew where she was until this morning cried Apple Bloom. Oh my that's horrible said Scootaloo, she was wondering why her two best friends were even upset that Diamond Tiara was dead. Who do you think did this cried Sweetie Bell. Probably the same sick fuck that killed silver spoon Apple Bloom said. HEY shouted Scootaloo. What? They both said at the same time. I mean ummm, at least she won't bully us about not having our cutie marks anymore said Scootaloo. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU cried Apple Bloom, she was our class mate and this is the second killing to happen in a month. Yea said Sweetie Bell, what is with you today you seem perfectly fine that  she is dead. WELL MAYBE I AM yelled Scootaloo, she galloped over to her scooter and took of leaving behind a very worried and puzzled Sweetie Bell and Apple Bloom. School was canceled because of the crime so all the fillies went home. Sweetie Bell went home but Apple Bloom thought it best to check on Scootaloo. Scootaloo wasn't at the club house so she decided she would see her tomorrow. As Apple Bloom turned around to leave she herd a small yelp. What was that? she thought. Hey Scoot is that you? she yelled?. Nothing. Must have been a bird or something she thought to her self, but then she herd it again, this time louder. It sounded as if some pony was in pain. Apple Bloom stood there listening to see if she could make out where it came from. S-s-s.some pony, help me. Apple Bloom herd this loud and clear. Hello she yelled, whose there. Help, the sound was coming from behind  some bushes. Apple Bloom slowly trotted over to see who needed help and why, and that's when she saw it, rope wrapped around each hoof holding up the pony. There was a large gash in the stomach causing intestines to slip out. Apple Bloom looked in horror at the pony's face, it was one of her class mates she knew that but she didn't know his name. Holly shit she yelled. Pp..pp..please h-help me. Apple Bloom just stood there in shock as the pony's insides slowly spilled out all over the ground...the pony was dead. "There once was a really really nice pony who lived in a bright and sunny land, where there are rainbows every day, and lots and lots of happy friends, and then one day she stumbled upon my work". Apple Bloom spun around and came face to face with Scootaloo. I don't under stand she stuttered what is going on. WHAT IS GOING ON yelled Scootaloo, revenge that's what's going on. B..but why I don't under stand said Apple Bloom, she was panicking and her head hurt, she took a step back and shook her head, why? Well where to begin said Scootaloo, maybe it's just that i am fucking fed up with being called a blank blank, or maybe it's because every pony has a home, a family, maybe I am crazy, I don't know the possibilities are endless. Apple Bloom tried to run past Scootaloo but she reached out a hoof and tripped her. Apple Bloom fell. She tried to get up but Scootaloo stomped her hoof down on her leg causing the bone to shatter. Apple bloom let out a yelp of pain tears swelling up in the young fillies eyes. I am sorry Apple Bloom but you might go tell some pony like apple jack and then my fun would be over. I...I won't tell any pony I swear. I wish I could trust you Apple Bloom I really do but it's just not going to happen. Just let me go home cried Apple Bloom, she was in so much pain and her head was pounding, what did I ever do to you scoot, please stop it. I am really sorry, there were tears in Scootaloo's eyes I am so sorry, I will make it quick and painless for you. WHAT are you talking about squealed Apple Bloom. I have to kill you replied Scootaloo, it is the only way to make sure you won't tell, she was trying to hold back tears . I promise I won't tell Apple Bloom cried. Apple Bloom you have been a great friend and "sob" I will miss you. Please d..don't. Scootaloo picked up a rock in her hoof and stood over her, I really am truly sorry she said. No please no I don't, Apple Bloom was sobbing, I..I don't want to die. I love you cried Scootaloo, she brought the rock down as hard as she could on her face. Blood was poring down Apple Blooms face, she brought it down again shattering apple blooms jaw. I am "sob" so sorry. Scootaloo brought the rock down one last time killing her.

Blood was splattered all over her face and hooves, she sat and cried. The next day Scootaloo ran into Sweetie Bell, hi there Scoot have you seen Apple Bloom any where. I am afraid I haven't Scootaloo replied she could be helping Apple Jack, or she could be at sugar cube corner, who knows the possibilities are endless.