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// Alternative Ending:  Trixie's Ultimate Choice 
// Story: Trixie's Final Choice 
// by DJSaltine 
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Gore Warning:  Very Violent and Graphic Details


She had been scorned.  The town she once had unlimited control over had taken it back and she was back to where she was before.  Jobless.  Homeless.  Alone.  Always alone.  So, so alone.
Trixie looked sat on the edge of a cliff overlooking Ponyville.  The beautiful sun was setting sweetly, but beyond that, Trixie was crying.  The salty tears streamed down her face before resting on her hooves.  She looked to the gorgeous sun behind reddened, wet eyes as the city hall building over-passed it in height.
Ponyville.  The land she ruled with an iron hoof.  The land, where she was defeated not once but twice by that meddlesome Twilight Sparkle, mocked her current state as its citizens went about their regular closing routines.  A couple of fillies had their mothers yelling at them to come home and a store owner had forgotten his keys on the cupboard after locking up shop, but that was a normal, happy night for Ponyville.
Trixie wanted to cry some more, but no more tears would come out.  She was physically tired of sobbing and yawned in between a whimper.  Her mind was focused on her depression.  All thoughts of Twilight.
“Why won’t they accept me?” Trixie whispered to herself, although no pony was near.  “Why must I always run?”  She rested her head on her balled hooves, her cheeks pressing to her eyes.  Her eyes darted back to her old wagon resting near an old, dying tree.  Although it had been shattered into millions of splinters several times before, she was still able to repair it.
“What else can I do?” she asked the wagon, as if expecting a response.  None was given from the inanimate object.  “All I’ve ever known was magic.”  She looked to Ponyville again.  “All anypony’s ever wanted was a magic trick out of me.”  She sighed, her eyes feeling heavier as they wished to rest.
Trixie wanted to rest, too, just not in a similar fashion.  ‘No pony would miss me.  Not while they have their good, old Twilight Sparkle,’ she thought, her face wrinkling in anger.  ‘She’s always been better than me, but she didn’t have to show everypony.’  The wind gave a little gust whipping her mane behind her, as if to say ‘you know that’s not what happened.’
“Now I can’t even enter a town without everypony knowing.”  She raised her head off of her hooves.  “They always laugh, but I’m tired of it.”  She stood up on all four hooves and walked near the edge of the cliff.  “No more will they mock me.”  She stood on her hind hooves and got them to the edge, a few small stones descending into the dark town below.
Trixie, the once Great and Powerful, raised her front hooves to a ninety degrees angle, preparing to fall.  She bit her lip as thoughts echoed into her head.  Mostly memories of her fillyhood and the rejection she felt amongst other fillies.
She remembered the first performance she’d ever put on.  The love of the applause.  The ‘ooohs’ and ‘ahhhs’ echoed behind her closed eyes as everything seemed to speed up.  All her memories rushed by before empty darkness.  She heard her voice from beyond.  “Can’t I do anything?”
Her facial features softened as she all but yelled “No…” and fell over.

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Fluttershy was finished walking a group of wayward ducks back to their pond when it started to get dark.  Upon them entering their home and splashing about a bit, she sighed contently, wished them goodnight, and began trotting back home, proud of helping the little family.
A voice from behind her made her turn around, but no pony was there.  The voice was from far away, but it sounded sad.  Carefully looking around, Fluttershy could find no animals, ponies, or anything else, for that matter, in which could make that sad voice.
Just then, the same voice echoed again, but louder and more assertive this time.  Fluttershy looked around her in all four directions.  Her eyes focused on the mountainside and quickly trailed up to see a blue mare wearing a magician’s hat and cape standing at the edge, hooves spread eagle-wise, her cape fluttering in the breeze.
She gasped.  No pony in Ponyville has ever attempted suicide before!  She began to run, but stopped when she noticed the mysterious pony had disappeared.  Fearing that whoever the pony was had jumped, she ran to get somepony to help.

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Trixie watched time slow as her hind legs dragged into the cliff-side, skidding painfully deep into her legs.  She saw the world spin as her upper torso was dragged closer to the solid rock side.  Her head smashed into a rock sticking out only two inches, creating a crack on her forehead and letting crimson blood drip into her mane.
Gravity pulled even harder as she continued to tumble, only to be slowed slightly as her horn scrapes the falling pebbles, leaving gory chunks being ripped out.  Through her constantly flying mane, Trixie could see a sharp rock stuck out several feet; its flat surface on top only looked dangerous to the ever falling mare.  As she neared, she closed her eyes tightly, memories flashed before her eyes.
She saw the caravan, her home and most loyal of friends.  No matter how much trouble she was in, it would be waiting, ready to roll out to the next town.  She saw the star display she’d always use to impress her audience.  She saw the beautiful fireworks, bursting radiantly in the sky.
Then Ponyville became visible.  She saw the many posters hung overhead.  The bountiful feast just awaiting her lips.  The enslaved ponies bowing to her every whim.  The two younger unicorns who obeyed every command.
Next, the ponies who opposed her reign jumped into her mind.  The orange earth pony who had rather impressive apple skills who was tied up by her snake-like rope.  The blue Pegasus flying past her face only to be pulled down by the rainbow she’d create.  The glamorous white unicorn creating such a beautiful outfit, but being brutalized by a new mane-do.
Then Twilight Sparkle.  The purple unicorn whose magic surpassed Trixie’s in all fashions.  The unicorn who uncovered her story, rechallenged her to a magic duel, and… forgave her.  Twilight let her run away and even smiled when she asked for forgiveness.  Twilight, who, although foiled her plans, saved her friends and town from her own power-hungry greed to lead the town herself.
Trixie felt more regret than sadness.  She just threw out a life of chance.  A life of potential.  A life that Twilight was willing to forgive.
Trixie’s eyes opened to see the rock just upon her head.  She wanted to take it back; to reverse time to not even a minute before.  Even if she did know some sort of spell to do so, she wouldn’t be able to with the way her horn was disfigured.  “I’m sorry, Twi…” Her voice was cut off as her head was split, bits of skull and brain flying out of the open wound just in front of her cut-up horn.
Trixie was physically dead now.  She was dead for weeks before, living off the few bits stored away in her wagon, but now, she had accomplished her goal.  She wouldn’t be a burden on society.  She wouldn’t be a bother to Ponyville.  She wouldn’t worry Twilight Sparkle no more.

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“Twilight!  Twilight, oh Twilight, come quick!” yelled Fluttershy in her normally quiet voice as she ran through the streets of Ponyville to the library.  She knocked on the door yelling for Twilight, “Twilight!  Something terrible has happened!”
The doorknob turned as if the handler was agitated, in violent and angry jolts of turning before the door slowly creaked open.  Standing in the recently brightened library was Spike, still in his pajamas and rubbing his eyes.  “Hi, Fluttershy.  Is there a reason you woke me up right before I could fall asleep?”
Fluttershy began, moving into an embarrassed pose, “sorry, Spike, but where’s Twilight?”
“Fluttershy, don’t you remember?  Twilight is still in Canterlot.”  Spike rubbed his eyes, but had a bit more understanding in his voice than before.  “She won’t be able to come back until tomorrow.”
“Oh, right…” Fluttershy began, looking around blushing.  “I forgot.”  She looked up to Spike.  “Would you be able to help?  I think somepony’s done something terrible!”  She kneed down to Spike, pleading for help.
“Who did what?”
“I couldn’t see who she was, but she jumped off the cliff by the forest!”
“WHAT?”  Spike’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull in surprise.  He looked around.  “Give me a minute to change and I’ll be…”
Fluttershy grabbed his arm and dragged him outside.  “There’s no time, we got to go!” she exclaimed, acting completely unnatural.
“Owlowiscious, stay back and watch the library!”  Spike yelled to the bird resting on a windowsill, looking out the window.
“Hoo.” Owlowiscious replied back, turning his head to the entranceway.
“YOU, THAT’S WHO!” Spike exclaimed before disappearing in a cloud of dust behind Fluttershy.
Owlowiscious looked at where Spike used to be.  “Hoo,” he hooted before turning his attention to the cliff where a strange-looking wagon rested by a tree.

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“The pony was around here, when I looked away,” Fluttershy stated to Spike as they both searched around the ground at the foot of the cliff.  Looking up, Fluttershy spotted the bit of the ledge in which Trixie had been previously standing over.
“Are you sure she didn’t just fly off?” Spike questioned, his right eyebrow raised in confusion.  “She could’ve been a Pegasus and flew over Ponyville.”  
“No, she wasn’t a Pegasus,” Fluttershy replied still looking around the ground.
“How would you know?”  Spike raised an eyebrow, looking at his friend.
“She had a… a…” Fluttershy’s face paled from her usually bright yellow to a near white.  “O…o…oh m…m…m…” she stuttered in fear.
Spike hurried over.  “What is it, Fluttersh…” He saw the broken corpse of Trixie.
What a horrifying sight to see for such a young dragon.  She had deep gashes on her forehead, some letting her brain breath the open air, a torn-up horn, all but a little bit of flesh near her head still hanging on beyond her open-veined horn, and a ripped-off jaw that lay a few feet away; the lower half probably fell off when she collided sideways into a large rock.  Trixie’s left eye hung out of the socket by the tendon, swaying disgustingly in the cool breeze, while her right eye’s outer-layer was skidded away like her horn.
Her body had jutting broken bones in just about every inch under her blue skin.  Each limb twisted in unnatural poses, positioned as if she were a stuffed animal thrown aside by an ungrateful child.  Her left shoulder blade cut through her skin, showing off the white bone underneath.  Patches of flesh were skidded, ripped, and torn off Trixie’s body by many different impacts by the rocks.  Some shards of rock still hung into her side.
Not only blood was seeping out of a major cut on her underbelly, as stomach acids also tasted the sweet night’s air.  Trixie’s stomach, liver, and some of her torn-up intestines hung from the deepest of slits.  It appeared her some of the intestines were torn out and still hung somewhere overhead on a branch.
As if in a sadistic tease, the right side cutie mark had been torn away in a patch.  Part of the patch was attached to her tail, forcing several strands out of the deceased unicorn’s body.  If Spike and Fluttershy had ventured out ten feet to the north of her body, they would have come across it.  It had somehow been ripped off successfully in one fully piece.
Puddles of dark blood, bits of brain matter, teeth, and patches of skin littered around her dismembered body.  That didn’t matter to Spike as he fell to his knees next to Trixie’s dead form.  He couldn’t feel the warm blood pooling up into his scales.  He just felt numb.  He didn’t hear Fluttershy say she’d get somepony else to help.  He just couldn’t hear.
Gingerly, he laid his claw on her face and slowly dragged it down, gentle enough to avoid even annoying her fur.  His body trembled as his eyes watered, sad tears streaming down his face and dripping into the puddles underneath.  He wrapped his arms around the deceased unicorn’s head and pulled her near.  “Trixie…” he spoke, his voice cracking up in great pain.  “Why?” he asked, as if he actually expected a reply.  Perhaps he did.  Perhaps it never soaked in.
Spike positioned his body so that his legs were underneath the deceased body.  He held her tight, pressing her soft skin against his scales only causing more tears to stream down his face.  He closed his blood-shot eyes and rubbed his face on hers.  “I forgive you.”  He stopped rubbing his face.  “You didn’t need to do this for forgiveness.” He held her closer, stroking her mane lovingly.