Wings of insanity

by Rarity Belle


Chapter 1

Through the window did the magical light shone into the room. The light of the night itself had engulfed the land once more. Though the light of the moon tried to vanquish it from existence. It was that very light that shone through the window. A barred window that was placed within an asylum for the insane. The very asylum in which nopony else then Rarity had been taken to and held for treatment. Or as she became known in the months she spent there: doctor Rare-opus.

        The unicorn herself just laid upon her bed with a smirk that went from ear to ear. She almost seemed to have been delighted by some facts as they had played around. She was fully aware that her own doctors were trying to treat her for her mental illness of course. But Rarity always remained a mystery for them in more than one way. One moment she seemed to have been nearly broken, only to crawl back from the depths of her mind with a sly comment in the next.

        Resilient was probably the word that most of the doctors used to describe her as. Yet that never took away from the horrors she faced in her dreams. Or the delights, as they had become over the gears of time itself. For the unicorn dreamed about it every single night. That moment in time where her crystalline arms almost ended the life of Twilight Sparkle.

        It felt just so good to her to be able to redo it in her dreams and get it right. Every night she dreamed about new ways to end the life of the unicorn. The desires to see the death of Twilight had only risen in her priority. She knew that the other unicorn was still alive and even closer to her than ever. Even with her magic blocked off and restricted, she still sensed things that only could have been emitted by Twilight. The powers that it carried inside of it were a massive giveaway.

        Rarity laid upon her bed in a sideways position while the crystalline dress almost covered the whole of her body. One for her forelegs could be found holding her head up though. She gave another smirk towards something. Right in front of her –sitting in a chair– sat the doctor she knew so well. The very doctor who tried to reason and treat her for all the months she had been locked away.

        The unicorn had often tried to make advantage to him, but the doctor wasn’t stupid either. Whatever she tried, it never seemed to have any kind of effect. Which for some reason actually managed to delight the unicorn of crystals. It almost seemed as if she had found a match for herself. A match that equaled her own mind when it came to dedication for a job.

        Though his was honorable in his own eyes. In the eyes of the unicorn it just was to be thought plain stupid. Nothing could have saved her, she didn’t even wanted to be saved in the first place. But they were really hell-bent in getting her mind back on the straight path.

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While the moonlight crawled in the room through the window, the silence between the two ponies was broken by the doctor. “My dear, Rarity, you’re one tough nut to crack. That is one thing that I have to admit about you. The rest however, are all things that I do not care too much for. You have tried it many months ago to seduce me, and it didn’t worked,” he spoke up before he fixed the glasses on his nose. “Then you tried to trick me with your mindgames, but didn’t work either.”

        The unicorn on the other end released a simple chuckle. Once the silence had returned, she shook her head towards him. The attempt was remembered rather vividly and in almost every detail. What then followed was a gentle sigh. Only to be followed by the words of her own. “Guess that my new name never seemed to stick in your mind, didn’t it? Doesn’t truly matter though, for you all are still scared of me,” the mare spoke to him.

        “Care to explain yourself?” the doctor spoke up as he gestured her to continue.

        The grin came once more back to her face before she assumed a bit more of a normal position. Rarity’s eyes were locked upon his while the words would leave her. “Every single pony here, fears for their dear lives when they look at me. Perhaps that’s why I am in such a secured prison and only allowed to get out once a day,” she explained to him with determination.

        The doctor could only nod to her words. Rarity most likely did happen to have point on the matter, even if it was just such a little one. “They are all terrified for their lives, that the calm I seem to bare to them turns into a storm. I never speak a word to them, I only look at them for a second or two. The calm they see in my eyes, they are afraid it turns into insanity. Because that’s what my body tells them,” Rarity added to her words, narrowing her eyes just a little bit.

        The doctor rose an eyebrow to her statement. He had noticed it numerous times when he escorted her to the yard for her hour outside of the cell. What he didn’t knew was that she used that to her advantage. “I see, that’s quite the something indeed. Not a word spoken, but your presentation allows for a pose of intimidation. Not complimenting you here, just stating in my own words what you said,” the doctor returned to her. He adjusted his glasses a bit.

        Rarity followed up with a chuckle before she shook her head calmly from side to side again. One of her hooves stroked over her chin just before the eyes went shut. “You may say you’re not doing it, but does your mind agree upon that little fact? Perhaps, you’re just as insane as we all happen to be here,” she countered to him.

        The doctor couldn’t help himself but to release a chuckle of his own. Then it was him who shook his head before he spoke the final words for the evening. “I would say that this is going to be it for today. May you enjoy the evening furthermore, Rarity.” The doctor would have stood up from the chair, placed it back by the desk before he made his departure.

        The heavy lock of the door was caught within her ears and Rarity opened her eyes again. She glanced over to the door itself and released a gentle exhale. Even though she couldn’t just tab in her magic, she felt as if there was something that would allow her to.

        She felt that she had to make her escape out of the place and be free once more. She was confined to a small room not much bigger than her bedroom in the Carousel Boutique. Her head turned its attention over to the window and she looked past her mirror image. An image that revealed her true self though.

        She had lost her signature curls within her mane and tail but they weren’t straight either. If anything, they were just messy all together. Almost as if she didn’t care for her looks anymore. The mare glanced further than her own image, outside to the world that could be seen. The clouds at the horizon could be promising enough.

        For the eyes glanced at a massive storm front. A storm front that was most likely going their way and one which she could use. As long as it had lightning within it, there was a way through which she could rechannel her magic through her body. To become free once more and use the dress for something else then just the four, crystalline arms.

        Another grin formed itself below the muzzle of the mare. Her time would come, all that she had to do was to plan it out nicely and not make it seem suspicious. Two things she could do pretty well. “Soon enough, so very soon enough,” whispered Rarity. to herself. She laid her head upon the pillow. The mare was tired, exhausted perhaps. She needed some sleep in order to work out the details of her plan.