The Day My Life Ended (Editing)

Chapter 31: Darcy Anderson (Revised)

A loud horn blared in her face. Twilight jumped, flailing, and falling to the floor. Morgan chuckled. Wait, no, that's not Morgan. It's Darcy. The eyes are so different. Not just color, but just...Morgan was never cruel like this. The way Darcy laughed was different. Everything about it sounded the same as Morgan, with a vicious streak. It reminded Twilight of Queen Chrysalis' laugh, or the laugh of Discord.

Darcy straightened up, smirking down at Twilight. "Goooooood morning, Canterlot!" She grabbed Twilight by the elbow to haul her to her feet. "Don't you love waking up early-"

"Yes. To study."

"So you can prepare your body to fight!" Darcy cheered. Twilight slumped, only Darcy kept the grip on her elbow. "Hours and hours spent twisting and preparing your body until you are an ultimate killing machine!"

Twilight yelped. "Killing?!"

"Hahaha, what? Hahaha. No. No." Darcy let Twilight go. She held up her hands, smiling and dramatically rolling her eyes. "No! Murder is bad. I would never kill anyone. Anypony! That. That's wrong. Nah, we're training you...be thieves. It's great. Different. Spicy."

That's the biggest lie Twilight has ever heard in her life. "Morgan said you killed her."

"Morgan also said she was a unicorn named Raspberry." Darcy countered. She clapped her hands. "PONIES! UP AND AT 'EM!"

Rainbow groaned. "You're the worst. Come on, we can sleep in!"

Darcy smirked wide and thin. "I'm from Chicago. NOBODY SLEEPS IN!" She kicked Rainbow's bed. "Sleeping in. Sleeping in! When I miss my train and have to tread in snow to get anywhere, I will blame you. Geez."

"You alright?" Applejack asked. She tucked her mane back into the ponytail, putting her hat back on. "Yer kinda...loud."

Darcy laughed. She hopped over to the next one. Spike complained as his sleeping bag was ripped away.

"Aren't you also still healing?" Twilight asked.

Darcy laughed again. "It only hurts when I slow down. Adrenaline! Gets the blood pumping. My skin is vibrating. That's normal." She sniffed her nose, wiping it on her black sleeve. "Wow it's cold here. LET'S START RUNNING!"

Pinkie hopped up from her sleeping bag. "YES!!" She went for a high five. Darcy slapped her hand. "WOOHOO!"

We slept outside tonight, tucked away in the trees of the neighborhood. The sun hadn't even risen yet. Our sleeping bags were gifts from Darcy. We didn't think too hard on where they came from.

Applejack bumped Rarity. "Come on, you heard her. Time to get up."

Rarity stretched her arms, rubbing her eyes. "Alright. Let me fix my mane-"

"NO TIME!" Darcy ran over. She hoisted Rarity up. Rarity yelped. "I'm not letting you do your hair. Or your makeup. Why?"

Rarity frowned. "Well it's morning. I need to look fashionable if we're exercising."

Darcy frowned back, only further confused. "Rarity you don't have any makeup."

Rarity laughed. "Yes I do. I've had it the past few days."

"Morgan had makeup. In her bag. Do you see her bag?" Darcy asked.

Rarity blinked. She looked around. Then, she gasped, and fell to her knees. "This-! This is- This is the worst possible thing!"

Darcy chuckled. She held her side, bending over to laugh. "You are so funny! I need to go to high school in two hours, a man is planning to kill all of you, and you're crying over makeup! Oh, oh I forgot how funny you Equestrians are!"