Stare

A couple of times, she had lapsed in and out of consciousness to see her being dragged somewhere. Sometime later, she awoke to find herself back in the clearing. It must have been in the small hours of the morning by then.

She tried to get up and move, but there was a sharp pain that shot from her knees and into her flanks. Her loud gasp was followed by an anguished whimper, 'Oh no, it can't be' she thought. She lifted her head and first noticed her legs were bloody, but as she craned her head higher she noticed how disfigured they were. Two broken legs! Broken legs were any equine's worst nightmare, because it meant either death by starvation or euthanasia.

One broken leg meant that there was a slim, slim chance of recovering from the lameness and returning to normalcy. But, two broken legs? It was inescapable death! Pinkie's quiet sobs turned to painful wails of hopelessness. "I knew you'd try to run away, so I took extra measures to remedy that." Fluttershy walked over to Pinkie Pie with knife in hand.

"Just kill me now!" Pinkie Pie whined for she had no fight left in her. She was powerless... utterly defeated. There she was lay on the ground, broken in more ways than one, and hanging on the razor's edge of dying and awaiting her last breath before the coming of the reaper. Fluttershy sat down beside her smiling and stroking Pinkie's mane. "You poor girl," Fluttershy needed to toy with Pinkie further, "not so bouncy anymore. Just a scared lonely pony all tattered and torn inside and out."

"Just do it!" Pinkie demanded, "no more of this crap, you have me. I'm ready to die"

"Shhhhh," Fluttershy put a hoof to Pinkie's lips, "I want you to feel this, just like everypony else."

Pinkie Pie pursed her lips a breathed heavily, "Feel what?" she growled, "Pain? Hurt? The fact that I'm about to be killed by a CRAZED WENCH!"

"No!" Fluttershy scooted closer, "I want you know how I've felt for the longest time. I want you to know what it feels like to be helpless. What it feels like to be alone with somepony towering over you."

Pinkie Pie sadness turned to anger with some confusion, "What are you talking about Fluttershy?"

Fluttershy went on to tell Pinkie about having to live under the shadow of the glory hogging, arrogant Rainbow Dash for so long. Then, there was AppleJack and Rarity, always parading around their airs of success like they were captains of industry and their chips didn't stink; far from it, they were just a dress-maker and a farm filly with an orchard. She couldn't forget about Twilight Sparkle... A lording intellectual who, at the same time, was just a teacher's pet trying to make other ponies feel inept, Fluttershy especially.

"And then there's you!" Fluttershy squealed, "Happy-go-lucky, bubble-headed Pinkie Pie. You don't have a single care in the world, because everyday for you is just one party after another and some of us just live a bland existence." Pinkie Pie just gazed up at the sky into the dull gray moon while Fluttershy cut her down with her cruel words.

"You know what I can't seem to understand?" Fluttershy laughed, "Is how you can take everything with a grain of salt and look at life as something so peachy."

Pinkie Pie swallowed hard while she just let tears stream down her face, "Do I look like everything is okay right now?"

"Not Really, but now you know who I feel." Fluttershy lay back beside Pinkie, "Like the low pony on the totem pole, the lowest of the low." Fluttershy played with her knife while she made her speech.

"You guys were always the ones who had to be gifted, successful, or just blissful. While, I was on the outside looking in... I had nothing, except talking to animals."

"You're just so put upon aren't you?" Pinkie Pie sniped

"What?" Fluttershy was perplexed and infuriated by Pinkie’s remark.

"You don't think we would've helped you become something great?" Pinkie turned to face Fluttershy, "You don't think we would've been there to give you strength bring you joy?"

"Okay Pinkie Pie, you're done talking" Fluttershy stood up, knife in hoof.

"I thought you were a caring pony, but it seems you're just somepony who wears a mask around everypony else, but when the doors are closed you're a monster."

Fluttershy pinned the crippled pony down and pictured the filly going mute... something she wanted to do for so long. Pinkie's voice cut out and she began to panic while staring into the eyes of the pastel victimizer. Fluttershy drove the knife into Pinkie's chest and watched as her face contorted with anguish, as she wanted to scream out in pain. Fluttershy's grunts and screams with the ringing of the cleaver’s blade composed a macabre and sinister symphony of brutality.

Pinkie Pie could feel blood start to pool in her lungs as the blade sank beneath her flesh and through bone. Fluttershy broke eye contact as she withdrew her knife from Pinkie Pie. Pinkie now being able to speak tried to utter something, but Fluttershy couldn’t make out a single word.

"Oh! Something else you wanna say to me?" She craned her head down till she was face to face with Pinkie Pie. Pinkie reached up and kissed Fluttershy on the cheek and said these words:

"Thank you for being such a good friend!" Fluttershy stood up with her hoof to her cheek. Then, with every ounce of rage she could summon, she brought the huge knife down across the throat of the laughing victim and watched the pink head roll to the side. Fluttershy picked up the head of the butchered corpse that was once Pinkie Pie. Fluttershy now had the last laugh.
And, how she did laugh! She held the dripping head close to her chest and let out a hysterical howl that cut through the brief silence of the night like a razor. Now she could be happy, now she could live her life for her.

It was her time.