Just an Old Ponytale...
Chapter 10-
'Apple Bloom looked at Twilight with her big puppy eyes. "You can save everypony that has been bitten, can't you Twilight?"
Twilight grabbed the journal from her saddle bag. Amazingly, the book had not one drop of water touch it even though her bag was completely soaked through. As much as this perplexed the lavender unicorn, she paid it no mind. The constant exposure to the weather had finally taken its toll on the pony as she sneezed a few times, indicating that she had come down with something. She opened the book, searching for the charcoal as she did so, when she noticed something rather odd. There were a few pages written on with a strange, familiar style of writing on them. She closely studied the writting as she read.
'Dear Twilight,
Hey! It's your good friend Pinkie Pie here. Yea, there's a few zombies trying to get in here, but that's no excuse to at least leave a written apology. I just wanted to let you know that I'm sorry about knocking you upside the head with the frying pan. I knew you weren't going to let me do what I was about to so I had to take action. I hope that you can forgive me. Looks like those meanies outside are about to break in. Don't worry Twilight, I'm positive that they won't be able to find you. Being an expert at wrapping presents has always proven a useful talent. :) One last thing before I leave though. I hope you know that I have never broken a pinkie promise and never plan to. We will meet again. Well, looks like I have to go now. Bye!
Your friend, Pinkie Pie- Journal Entry #2'
A heavy weight seemed to lift from upon Twilight's shoulders. She had always knew that Pinkie was resourceful and could handle herself, but never had it felt so great to get a letter from somepony. Even the letter about the Grand Galloping Gala couldn't compare to how she was feeling now. She marked the entry as her second and set the book to her side, reeling thoughts of where Pinkie could be or what she could be doing at this moment. Rarity entered the dim lobby and sat beside her wondering friend with a grim look on her face. She had been crying from the earlier news about her sister for about an hour now, giving an occasional heave to catch her breath from her sobs of grief. She managed to look at her lavender friend with a sigh before speaking.
"The generators are about to give out any minute now." she started. "We expect the power to die within the hour at most." Twilight glanced at Rarity, who was only looking at the ground with sorrow.
"How many casualties are expected?" Twilight asked. Rarity only took another deep breath before answering.
"Over half the hospital as soon as soon as it happens." She was still a bit choked up from earlier. Twilight noticed, and put a hoof on her friends shoulder.
"It's going to be alright Rarity, we'll find a way through this." Rarity looked at Twilight with a fake smile. It wasn't very convincing.
"I know we will, but I still can't help but feel bad for the ponies that won't make it. I wish we could do something for them." Suddenly, an idea struck her as she gained a boost of energy from nowhere. "Hey! Maybe we can." there was a slight bit of optimism in Rarity's voice, and Twilight wasn't to thrilled to hear it.
Twilight didn't want to ask, but technically didn't have a choice. "What do you mean?"
"Can't you see? All we have to do is go down to the generator and you can use your magic to help support its electric supply." Twilight wasn't to fond of the idea about going outside into the rain anymore considering she noticed her body's health wasn't exactly at peak performance. She was coming down with something as it was, and the possibility of being surrounded by those creatures again didn't exactly appease her intrest in the idea either.
"I don't think that would be a wise idea." Twilight said.
"Why in Equestria not? Sure, we could run into a mob of those horrible monsters, but we wouldn't be no further than a two minute sprint from the hospital doors." Twilight sensed that she probably wasn't going to win this argument, but it couldn't hurt to try.
"But what if something were to happen to either of us. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself for leaving you behind or letting everypony down, or both."
"Twilight my darling, you need not fret over such things. We will be fine." Twilight was rather taken aback by Rarity's sudden need to do such a dangerous and couragous act.
"Why are you doing this? You know better than anypony else that anything could happen out there." Rarity jerked to the side. Twilight felt that she had accidentally struck a nerve. "I'm sorry Rarity, I didn't mean to-" She was cut off.
"No, it's alright. I just... felt like I needed to do something. I wasn't able to save Sweetie Bell, I didn't have the chance. But I can help these ponies Twilight. I have a chance to help those that still have a chance, that truly need it. I just..." She stopped, her sobbing starting back up. "Forgive me, I just feel so useless sitting here and not doing something to help." Twilight couldn't help but feel bad now.
"Listen Rarity, if it means that much to you..." Twilight couldn't believe what she was about to agree to. "I'll go." Rarity perked up.
"Really? You mean it?" Twilight nodded. Rarity threw her hooves around Twilight's neck for the second time today. "Oh thank you! I wouldn't be able to do it without your assistance." Twilight returned the embrace for only a short time before pulling Rarity from her shoulder and looked her in the eyes.
"You do know the risk that we will be taking, right? We could be bitten if we leave and thus endangering all of Equestria's hope for a cure."
"I won't let those monsters get you Twilight. I promise."
"I'm not worried about me Rarity, I'm worried about you. I don't think I can handle losing another friend." Rarity peered back into Twilight's eyes with compassion for her friend.
"Twilight, you've got to put the past behind you. You can't change what has already happened." Twilight wanted so bad to say 'You don't understand.' but knew that Rarity was probably be the ONLY pony that she could relate to at this point.
"So... when do we leave out?" Twilight asked with uncertainty. Rarity looked up at the cieling for a moment before answering.
"I'll go pack us a few supplies then we can leave. We do want to get there before the generator dies, but we still better go prepared."
"I will be here Rarity, waiting for you to return." Rarity let go of Twilight and ran off to pack the supplies. Twilight grabbed her journal from her bag and ripped a piece of paper out, scribbling furiously. After she finished writing moments later, she placed the paper where she was just sitting and stepped out of the hospitals two front glass doors. The rain became a second nature to Twilight. In fact, she felt awkward when she was dry now. She turned to the buildings front doors and bowed her head. Her horn glowed as she cast a spell, and turned to head for the generator.
Rarity returned, carrying two saddle bags on her back. "Sorry I took so long, I figured we would need some snacks in case-" She gasped as she looked to where Twilight should be, but she was gone. Rarity took notice of the paper where she was sitting, and opened it up, reading the messy message inside. It said the following:
'Rarity. I know you want to try and help fix things, I understand. But trust me when I say that this is too dangerous and I don't want you, possibly the only friend I have left, to get hurt. That's why I have left to go and power the generator by myself and cast a binding spell on the front doors to keep you from following. This is all my fault anyway, not yours. If anypony should feel guilty and should help out, it should be me and me alone.
Your friend, Twilight Sparkle.'
Rarity's jaw dropped as she stared at the paper, her mind now blank from shear astonishment. She ran to the door and pulled with all her might, but it was no use. What Twilight had written was true. The doors were bound together with a powerful sealing spell that only Twilight would be able to dispell. Rarity looked out the glass doors to the city she could once call home, and placed her hoof on the door. She lowered her head, and cried for her crazy friend who had certainly sent herself to her grave...