CHAPTER 6

I'm back with chapter 6, everypony. This one was a bit harder than usual for me to write, as I'm used to writing in Drake's POV. I hope I did Rainbow Dash justice by writing from her point of view. Please review and enjoy.

Rainbow Dash's POV, taken from her personal memoirs:

I was running from room to room in the creepy old house, trying to find Drake and Budder. I must have searched for thirty minutes or more, throwing open doors as I went. I have to admit that I was in total panic mode now. The house was so dark in places, I couldn't see my hoof in front of my face, but I knew that I had to find them quick. All of a sudden, I heard the house groan again, then a cool breeze blew over me. Tough as I am, that scared me a bit.

"Drake? Sweetie, where are you?" I called nervously. "Oh man...oh man...where are you guys?" I saw shadows moving on the walls, cast there by the moonlight shining through the windows. "Drake?" I said softly as I saw a shadowy form moving toward me. "Stay back dude...I'm warning you..."

"Scared as usual, eh love?" Drake's voice said, with his usual calm and suave tone.

"Drake?!" I called, happy to see my coltfriend. Drake stepped from the shadows and trotted right up to me with his head held high. "Oh man, I couldn't find you or...where's Budder?"

"She's fine, of course." Drake stated. "I'll always take care of her. Budder can pull her own weight after all." I looked into Drake's dark brown eyes. He was starting to scare me by the way he was talking.

"Drake...what's wrong?" I asked. Drake sighed.

"Dashie...always getting lost, getting into trouble, aren't you? You always act so tough, and then you freak out at the drop of a hat, and I have to come save you."

"No I don't always get into trouble!" I protested. "Why are you being so mean to me?!" He was really hurting my feelings, and I had no idea what had gotten into him.

"Shhhh...Dash...I always liked how you constantly have to inflate your own ego. Like to convince yourself that you're sooo awesome. Heheh...you'll never be as awesome as me, and you know it. That's why I love Budder more than you. She's a LOT more...awesome than you'll ever be."

"Drake, stop it!" I whimpered. Yeah, whimpered. He was really hurting me bad with what he was saying. He'd never spoken this way to me, and it scared me. Really scared me.

"You never were that awesome anyway. Yeah, you're a sexy little filly alright, but not awesome. Aaannnd well..."

"What's wrong with you, Drake?" I whispered. Something was up for sure. Drake would never break my heart like that.

"What's wrong with you, Dash?" He shot back. "Oh, I know...it's hard to keep up and make yourself useful without your wings, ain't it?"

"Drake!" I screamed, tears in my eyes. He knew how that subject made me feel. Why was he doing this?

"True, ain't it?" He said with a smile. "Since you lost those wings, you just haven't...I dunno...had it? I guess what I mean is...gah, I'm gonna have to be brutally honest with you..."

"Stop...please stop..." I pleaded. But he continued.

"You're so useless." Drake said, his voice so mean and uncaring. "Now that you don't have your wings, you don't really aid me that much. To be honest, you pretty much don't have any use on my investigations. I just let you think you do, you know...like how I let you believe you're still pretty."

"What?! Drake! Stop...this isn't you!" I cried. I was shaking, and trying hard to hold myself together.

"Yes, it is me, Dashie. Who else would I be? I'm just being honest here." Drake said calmly. "You were so damned cute back when you were a pegasus. You were, believe me. But now...it's just so hard to find you attractive...I mean, with those stumpy little reminders of how you used to be." He said, not stopping for a second between his insults. I felt like my heart was ripping in half. "I don't even want you coming along on my cases...Hell, I find it hard to even look at you in bed, Dash."

"Am I...am I really that worthless, Drake?" I whispered, feeling like I was about to fall completely apart.

"I'm sorry Dashie, but you are." Drake answered. I broke down, and started bawling my eyes out.

""Please...please Drake...don't do this!" I cried. I looked up, hoping that this was some kind of sick, twisted prank. "This is...this is a joke...right? Oh Celestia...it's a bad dream...that's what it is...just a bad dream..."

"Heh...a bad dream?" Drake said with a small chuckle. "Try waking up every morning next to a worthless, scarred-up has been, that hangs onto you like a lost puppy. Now that's a bad dream."

"I...oh...I can't..." I panted. I couldn't even catch my breath.

"You're so weak." Drake said coldly. "I hate to do this, Rainbow Dash...I really do..."

"N...no...Drake..." I gasped, trying to stop what I knew was coming next.

"Whatever we had...it's over. Bye Dash." Drake muttered. He turned and walked away. I felt dizzy, and everything went black.