//------------------------------// // Chapter 4 // Story: Femme of the Theater // by Rarity Belle //------------------------------// Pinkie had descended all the way from the staircase and found herself by a mysterious looking door. A door that was made out of wood and within it there were words cared. “Main, star,” she managed to get out of it while her eyes had been adjusted to the darkness. But it still didn't gave her the answers she wanted to have. With a shaky hand, she moved over to the knob of the door. Pinkie wanted to open it but she feared that what she would be treated with. Under a soft click had the door opened itself. Pinkie pushed the door open just wide enough for her to peek in. The sounds of the organ became even louder and she knew that the massive instrument was located within the room stretched before her. The fear to enter was still present in her body and her eyes fell upon the desk that was visible to her left. The countless horns and name tags fell in her eyes as she began to get an understanding in the Femme’s manner of working. Under the sounds of a quiet sigh did she pushed the door open even further. Though one of her biggest fears would be the sound of the screeching hinges disrupting the flow of music that entered her ears and would send the creator after her. The tunes of hatred and sadness still did their turn as the gap was big enough for Pinkie to see the being that was playing on its keys. Her blue eyes caught a sight where every stallion would commit a murder for. For on the chair before the piped instrument sat the shape of a mare. A mare who wore a red dress as the coat itself was revealed as a grayish white coloring. The mane of the being were a deep purple and ended in a curl behind the back of her head. “Impossible,” she whispered in silence to herself. All the feelings of fear just left her body and got replaced with the feeling of recognition. She thought that she knew, just who the mysterious and deadly Femme of the Theater happened to be. A face she had thought to have lost forever. “R-Rarity?” Pinkie spoke up. When she spoke, the sounds of the organ died down before the new set of keys would be pressed. Though within an instant, the fingers stopped moving themselves over the keys as a whole and pressed themselves on the ones they held. The combination of actions resulted in a deep and terrifying screech of numerous false notes being sent into the air at once. After the sounds had died down, the breathing of the Femme became deep and loudly audible for Pinkie. “What makes you think that?” it spoke in a bitter voice of the unicorn her normally so sweet and kind one. “Why have come to me? Answer me!” “Rares, I know it is you. Please, t-turn yourself around and face me,” replied Pinkie. She then walked over to the desk and got a hold of the empty chair. The pink mare removed it from the desk and placed it so that she could see the Femme in a better light. Pinkie then took place into it as she awaited the answer. The answer that probably not be the one she had so desperately hoped for. “Rarity died… A long time ago. The rumors speak that way,” the Femme spoke up. Just before another deep sigh left through the mouth. A sigh that was deep enough to only leave the mouth of one unicorn she knew. And that unicorn happened to be Rarity. “Rarity isn't dead, she is sitting right in front of me. Be a mare and show yourself to me!” “You want to see the face, that caused just so much havoc and despair into the building? You want to see the thing, she has become due to her own mistakes? You wish to see, the consequences that came, from her journey?” the Femme replied before its head rose up. It appeared to be looking at the pipes of the organ with its one visible eye. The pipes of the instrument were as shiny as they could possibly be, because of a good maintenance and the reflections in the light of the candles. The Femme was able to see Pinkie and vice versa as well. Pinkie found herself staring right into the visible eye of the Femme. Her fears crawled back up in her body. She thought about the many things that were spoken against her. But she would either be declared a fool or brave, because she gave a nod to the words. The Femme released yet another deep sigh through her nose before it turned herself around. Revealing its true self to the young earth pony mare. Within the eyes of Pinkie it was to be revealed. The reality of just who was, the Femme of the Theater. ---   On the chair before the organ, sat the white unicornian tailor that had left ever so long ago to pursue her career. Nopony had ever heard from her again and all of them accepted her fate. With her hand she removed the stand of mane that blocked her other eye. An eye that was covered by an eyepatch made of the purest amethyst and connected to her horn by multiple strings. The mare didn't spoke a word, for Pinkie first had to get over the shock of just who it was. “W-Why did you…” Pinkie brought out with a scared voice. She too was faced with the reality of the situation. A reality she rather had left untouched. For as much joy as it gave her that she knew where her friend was, so many tears it brought to her given the done deeds. “Because... I, there… There have been things going on in my life. Things that happened to me that shown me the sheer brutality of life outside of town. They may paint it all sugar and spice. But the reality is nothing more but a bloody freezer,” replied Rarity while her voice filled itself with anger the more she spoke. “And that is why you beat up those who came here? They are traumatized because of you! Ponies think that there is a ghost in here,” snarled Pinkie. She rose up from her chair and pointed to different directions. Where she was aiming to was a thing nopony could say. “I know what they think of me and I am more than proud on that! And there are things, even you don’t understand about me!” the unicorn said in return, growling a bit as well. “How could you have sunken this deep. I loved you, I still do!” Pinkie yelled while she continued to point in different directions. “And I love you!” Rarity returned in a yell. It were those words that caused Pinkie Pie to just drop herself on the bed with her jaw wide open. “C-Come again…” she managed to speak up. “Yes Pinkie, I, I love you,” said Rarity before she stood up from her chair. “I, have been watching you ever since you first came to here to sing. Your notes, your tones, they were all just, so pure, coming right out of the heart. And they hit a heart, a heart that began to realize it loved yours as time progressed on.” Her tone had turned from its angry one, into just a friendly or loving one as she sat down next to the mare on the bed. “But… Why didn't…” Pinkie stuttered up. Rarity gently turned the head of the pink mare towards herself and the white mare brought her lips over to those of Pinkie. When their lips met each other, it erupted out in a kiss of love for the other. Pinkie managed to calm herself down and she wrapped both of her arms around the unicorn. She held herself closely against her as she managed to deepen the kiss more. Her eyes fell shut in a gentle manner before she released a very quiet moan. Rarity just went with the deepening and they held the kiss up for a good five minutes. Then it was the unicorn who carefully pulled away and a small stand of saliva still connected them. The hand of the purple maned mare gently made its way through the mane of Pinkie Pie as her sapphire blue eye opened themselves again and simply stared into the eyes of her love. “Many things went left untold about me when I left, things I will tell over time. What do you say, shall we, give it a shot?” Rarity asked in a bit of a scared tone of her tone. A tone thought to be long lost by time. Pinkie nodded to the words as she pressed both her forehead and nose against that of the unicorn. “Yes, I would love that, my love,” she spoke in a soft tone. One of her hands went over the amethyst eye patch. “What, what lays below the patch?” “That, I will show you,” spoke Rarity her visible eye closed itself. The unicorn let out a deep sigh. She knew that it would remind her of unfortunate events of the past. Events she wanted to forget with every fiber of her body.