It was night in Ponyville. The usual sounds of the crickets and the softly blowing winds were replaced by the sound of an sirens and the chatter of concerned voices around the Boutique. The Place was swarming with curious ponies, waiting to see what had just happened. Some wished to see out of sheer curiosity, others because of worry. Nonetheless, they were all gathered here by the horrifying screams that was heard from the Boutique. Among the People within the crowd of technicolor equines, was Spike and Twilight. Spike was sitting on Twilight, in an attempt to peer over the crowd of ponies.
"What do you see, Spike?" Asked Twilight.
"I see... Sweetie belle, being escorted out. She looks horrified."
Shortly after Sweetie Belle was escorted by the police, a pair of medic ponies walk out, carrying on a stretcher what everyone assumed was to be Rarity, or at least her body. Everyone looked onward mournfully as they watched the ordeal. Within minutes, the ambulance driven away, it's siren screaming out through the night.
"Spike?"
"...Rarity's dead..." was all he could say, before breaking down into a crying heap. He slipped off Twilight, and landed face-down onto the muddy ground. Twilight levatated him back onto her back, and silently returned to her Library. As they left, Spike could hear the voices of the police ponies. "There is nothing to see here folks. Everyone go back to bed.".
Soon, it was morning. The sun was rather ironically beaming, in spite of last night's fiasco.
"Spike? Spike? Hello? Spike?"
"Wha...? Rarity...?" He groaned, as he entered reality. He soon realised it was Twilight. "Spike? Are you OK? Listen, we are going to the hospital."
Spike looked at her quizzically. "Why?" He asked, in a rather crass tone.
"To see rarity." she replied, onchalantly. "She is alive, and stable, but..."
Spike was ecstatic when he heard she was alive after all. "Wait, what? What is wrong with her?"
"We will have to see, Spike. Come on! Grab a gemstone from the jar, and get into the car." Twilight commanded. She gave him a quick look up and down. "And wash your face. you still have some mud on it." She added, in her usually awkward tone, the one she used to point out embarrasing situations.
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(at the hospital)
The cast had been waiting outside Rarity's room for an hour, in which the entire time, they didn't hear a sound. They did not attempt conversation, or to amuse themselves. They just sat in silence. Spike looked around the waiting room. It was a yellow color, decorated with saccharine posters and many projects that looked as if they came from an arts and crafts project. The seats were dreadfully uncomfortable, and the atmosphere did not help. He attempted to make conversation. "So... is she alright?" He asked.
Applejack gave him a glance. "Accordin' to Sweetie Belle, She's alive, but... she's been mutilated."
"Mutilated how?"
Before she could continue, nurse redheart entered the waiting room. "You may come in.".
The tension was cutting through spike like a chainsaw. "Think she will be glad to see us?" asked Pinkie pie weakly, putting a hoof on Spike's shoulder. Nurse Redheart did not react well to that statement. "Umm... yes... well... enter.". And so they did.
They arrived to see Rarity, with a guaze wrapped around her eyes. She had the rest of her face buried in the bed sheets. Spike was the first, and the only one to approach her. "Hi rarity... it's me. Spike? How are you?". No reply. He hopped up onto the side of the bed, to which she turned her head away from him, again covering her face. "Oh... You didn't want to see us? That's ok. I- er... we were worried about you, so we came to visit... but if you want to be alone... I understand. Spike said, visibly hurt by her cold-shoulder attitude. Rarity could tell in his voice, that he was on the verge of tears. She felt horrible. As he walked away, she began to thrash against her sheets violently. Spike turned around in shock. "Rarity!" he gasped, as he quickly returned to her side. She sat up, and faced him. Spike looked at her in silent horror. Her mouth was sown shut. "Rarity...". She reached around the sheets with her hooves, looking for his hands. When she found them, she guided them up to her eyes. She placed them on her gauze. "Do you want me to open it?" he asked, confused. "She nodded. Spike complied and unwrapped the guaze from her eyes slowly, eventually unwrapping it from her. Spike, as well as the rest of the group, was horrified at what they had saw.
Her eyes were Missing.
This is from my new dA account, mind. I am going to continue it here, instead if dA however, because quite frankly, dA is a bit of a wuss when it comes to gore and sex.