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// IV. On The brink 
// Story: A Common Cold 
// by Versity2003 
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	Rarity trotted out of the boutique, and down to where the stone paved path met with the dirt road. She lit her horn up pulling the newspaper up to eye level flipping through the pages as began she walking back. An article (that wasn't the gossip column) caught her eye, "Disease outbreak... Mentally unsafe... Coughing and such... escalates... as confirmed by Dr. Medicine!" She skimmed through, dropping the paper and running inside. Busting through the door to Sweetie Belle's room "SWEETIE BELLE!" She yelled out, panting from running "Are you okay? ARE YOU STILL SANE?!"
"Oh, well look who it is! RaaAAaaRiity!" Sweetie Belle mocked as she turned her head around, smiling "What are you doing here? Did your HOOVES get dirty on the DIRT road? Oh no! boo-hoo! SOME BUCKING DIRT!" She snickered as she stood up staring at Rarity.
"Good God! You've gone mad!" She screamed as her horn lit the room up a bright blue, and the sounds of a nearby curtain being ripped off the rode filled the room. The white curtain hovered into the room as it wrapped around the white filly and the room was filled with a bright white light. As the light faded away, Sweetie Belle was left in a straight jacket, struggling around. "This will, hopefully, prevent you from going mad... sure its only been a few days... but better safe than sorry!" Rarity said looking at the filly struggle.
"YOU are the one who's bucking INSANE!" Sweetie Belle yelled, "But NO! Blame it on your sibling! LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO! But boo hoo! Don't cry to me when you're insane!" Rarity looked astonished, she opened her mouth, only to fall into a coughing fit. She backed out of the room slowly raising a hoof to cover her coughs. Sweetie Belle squirmed around, as Rarity left her alone. "Stupid Rarity! Leaving me alone! smiling..." The filly said as she struggled around. She banged her head on the floor, tangling her mane. She tried to break the seems of the jacket with her magic, but she was far to weak. She laid down feeling defeated, and oddly hungry. She smirked, an idea popping into her head, as she looked at her arms. She lowered her head into her right arm gnawing on the fabric until her teeth sunk through. She winced a little, and bit down as hard as she could ripping through the fabric and a few layers of skin. A red liquid was on her teeth and peeped through the teeth prints on her fore-arm. She chewed, moving the chunk of skin around in her mouth, and swallowed. She bit down more, blood gushing out into her mouth. The red liquid oozed out and dripped onto the carpet. Her arm was covered with blood, and her white teeth now made it look like she had been eating cherries. Eventually, after eating a good portion of her arm, she wriggled her stump of an arm out of the jacket. With one "arm" out of the jacket she managed to take the other arm out. She pulled it off with one hoof, standing up on her hind legs. She trotted over to the window and paused to look at her severed hoof. She turned her head back to the window and jumped out with no second thoughts. Her body made a loud thud as a sudden pain jolted through her body. She felt ribs crack and a churning pain in her stomach area as her organs wiggled back and forth. The broken rib chunks pushed against her chest and she slid across the grass. Her vision blurred as the world spun round and round. The spinning grew faster and she felt queasy, her mouth opened up and a brownish yellowish reddish chunky liquid poured out. Everything faded to black and her head slumped down.