Through Her Lens

by SandyShores


Showdown

Rarity watched the scene as Applejack was being brought away by police. She also noticed when Buck walked over to her boutique. He knocked loudly on the door, which made Rarity jump. After he did that she only had one thing on her mind.


“Sweetie Belle?!” She called out. “Are you home?”

Sweetie Belle called out from her room, where she must’ve been sleeping. “Rarity? What’s wro…”

“Stay in your room Sweetie Belle…and lock you door, and stay quiet!”

“Okay, but why sis?”

“Just do it!” Rarity yelled out as she nearly fell over reaching for the phone. She picked it up and dialed the police. “Hello, hello, is someone there. My name is Rarity, someone’s breaking into my home.” A loud bang told Rarity that Buck had just broken through the door. “Hurry, my little sister is here!”

She dropped the phone and looked for anything she could use to defend herself. She opened several drawers and found mostly useless weapons, then she opened her scissors drawer. She grabbed as many as she could hold and dropped them in her lap, then she reached over and picked back up her camera as she wheeled herself back against the window to face the door.

She heard his footsteps slowly thumping against the stairs as she remained silent, but breathing heavily. The room was still pitch black and Rarity sat there motionlessly awaiting him with a camera in one hoof and a ready to throw pair of scissors in the other.

Buck opened the door to the room and could hardly see a thing, he was about to give up and search another room, but he was able to see the barely visible outline of a pony in a wheelchair against the bright night sky. She sat there frozen waiting for him to make any move.

“Who are you?” He asked the shadowy figure who didn’t respond. He continued to stand there and hoped for any response.

“What do you want from me?” He gave a slight pause. “Money? I don’t have much money.” Rarity refused to budge.

Buck started to walk forward towards the impaired pony. Rarity quickly lifted up her camera and fired a point blank flash toward the on coming stallion.

He stopped and blinked a couple of times as he brought his hooves to his eyes. He then continued walking forward. Rarity fired another flash, which again made him stop and regain his eyesight.

He once again recovered and walked forward. Rarity fired another flash, but this time once he stopped she launched her first pair of scissors towards the paralyzed intruder.

It hit his neck and bounced off. Rarity wasn’t sure of the success of the hit, but it was all she had. Buck let out a small grunt and this time tried to quickly stumble his way over to grab the mare. Rarity let a flash hit him, and tossed another pair of scissors, this time with a stronger toss.

This time she could tell it was a direct hit, Buck stumbled to the floor and let out loud yelp. She watched as an almost defeated Buck pulled the sharp blade out from his shoulder.

She almost thought the battle was over and prepared another pair of scissors, as he stood hurt. He then regained his composure and ran over to the mare, catching her off guard. She fired another pair of scissors at him which missed outright.

Now he was able to grab the mare, as he struggled to wrap his hooves around her neck. She tried to kick him off with her good leg, but it seemed almost pointless as he had her beat in size. He picked up the mare with both hooves firmly suffocating her. He walked over to the window as she struggled against the stallion for a breath of air. He opened the window by bringing his good shoulder against it and prepared to drop the choking mare out to death.

Before he could drop her out however, a voice yelled out to him. “LET GO OF MY SISTER!” At first Buck didn’t feel anything as he continued to choke the mare, who was quickly losing consciousness, but suddenly an agonizing pain ran though his left side and burst up through his spine. He felt the worst pain in his life as he lost control of his body and feel out of the window along with the now unconsciousness Rarity.

Sweetie Belle watched as both her sister and the intruder, who she’d just stabbed, feel out of the window. She raced down the stairs and burst through the front door to see if her sister was alive.

She found them both lying on the ground. Rarity lay on top Buck, who still had a knife lodged in the side of his stomach, neither of them were moving. “Help! Somepony help!” Sweetie Belle called out as she tried to wake her sister up.

As she continued to stand there crying and huddled over her sister’s body, the police could be heard running over to the scene as ponies stepped out onto their doorsteps to watch in horror as the Element of Generosity lay motionless against the dark night.


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“I can’t believe she’s really dead.” A somber Sweetie Belle sat on the bed in her sister’s room.

“Ah can’t believe that bastard actually killed her.” Applejack looked down at the floor with a grave look on her face.

“Applejack why do you think he killed her.” Sweetie Belle looked to her friend for comfort.

“Ah don’t know Sweetie Belle, I wish I could answer that myself.” She admitted to the filly. “What do you think Rarity?”

Suddenly Rarity spun around to reveal that both her legs lie in casts. “I’m not sure either dear. Maybe he just wanted a change.”

“And how did he kill her?” Sweetie Belle looked curiously at the two.

“Well sugarcube, I’m not sure we should go in to detail…”

“Actually Applejack dear, I think she has a right to know.” She told her friend, which only prompted a small nod. “You see, we weren’t to sure about what he’d done to her and we kept being thrown off by little things. But in the end when Applejack went back over to his house with the police, this time with the key to the trunk, she opened it to find…” She couldn’t find the right words to tell her sister.

“Well I uh found…her… in there. But she wasn’t all cut up, like we thought.” Applejack quickly pointed out. “Turns out he’d choked her a few days before, like he was doing to Rarity, before you saved her.” She said which prompted a blush from both Sweetie Belle as well as Rarity. “and then put her in the trunk.”

“But what about the hacksaw?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“Sweetie Belle how do you know so much?” Rarity interrupted.

“Because, it was in all the papers, and everypony’s been talking about it. Now what about the hacksaw, didn’t he use it to cut her up?” Sweetie Belle demonstrated by using her hoof to pretend to saw her other arm.

“Well not exactly dear, the police aren’t really sure why he didn’t. He had the hack saw and everything, but he just never did, her body was still completely intact, and looked as if she was still sleeping. Now they think he didn’t do it because he didn’t have enough time or something. But let me tell you, he could have if he wanted to. We believe he didn’t do it because he just couldn’t bring himself to actually cut up his own wife. Like he still had some sense of dignity for her.” Rarity said.

Then she wheeled herself closer to her sister. “Actually Sweetie Belle, even though no one seems to agree with me, not even Applejack, I think Buck might have even turned himself in.” She said.

“What no way, you’re kidding right?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“No I’m serious, every one else thinks I’m crazy, but when I think back to watching him he didn’t’ seem like he was happy with the choice he made. Sure he didn’t like her, but I think he regretted killing from the start.”

“An’ I keep telling ya Rarity, I’m just not sure about that.” Applejack said as she walked over and fluffed another pillow for Rarity.

Rarity gave out a short laugh as she leaned forward and allowed Applejack to place the pillow. “Right, right everyone thinks I’m crazy.”

“So how long do you have to stay in this new cast for?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“A few more weeks.” Rarity complained. “Can you believe it?”

“All worth it though, with out you that stallion might have gotten away with killin’ his wife.” Applejack said.

“Might have.” Rarity emphasized. “And yes I suppose it was all worth it.”

Rarity then rolled herself over to the window and looked out for a few moments while Sweetie Belle and Applejack looked on.

“Oh Applejack could I ask you of one more favor?”

“Sure, whatever you need.”

“I hate to ask you go over to their house yet again, but it seems that with both owners passing, Violet’s roses have haven’t been watered in days. Could you be a dear and make sure those roses stay healthy. I don’t think she’d like to see them suffer.”