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//  *unedited* chapter 5-when it rains... 
// Story: when heroes aren't there to save you 
// by Rainbow warrior 
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	author's note: if I may make a suggestion, listen to the song mad world by gary jules while reading this chapter, it was the song i listened to while writing this chapter, I kinda want to help my readers get a certain "mood" for the scene im portraying, this is optional, of course, I just want to offer that as something that would make your reading more enjoyable. 


Scootaloo woke up from her sleep; still groggy from the medicine she took before falling asleep last night. She sat up and turned her head to the window to her right, the skies were gray and not a single spot of blue could be seen in the sky. Scootaloo got up and flew to the wheelchair next to the bed, she wheeled herself out of the hospital and off to school. As she was rolling to school, she noticed the dull scenery that passed by as she was going on her way; she was somewhat amazed at how sad ponyville looked when a simple rainstorm was coming. nopony was in sight, the stores weren’t open, and scootaloo was alone in a sad and gray world, she drooped her head down and continued on her way. She finally arrived and applebloom and sweetiebell could be seen standing outside the door, waiting for her fellow crusader to show up.

“scootaloo!” the two fillies said in excitement as they saw their friend wheel herself closer and closer to the school entrance. Sweetiebell ran to her friend and got behind the wheelchair and began to push it with her head.

“Hey, guys.” Scootaloo said, trying not to sound depressed. “sweetiebell, you don’t have to push me, I’m fine, I still have my wings y’know.”

“Oh don’t be silly scoots, of course I have to, what else are friends for?”

Those words caused a small smile to lightly curl around scootaloo’s lips even though it was only a matter of seconds before it turned back into a frown. Scootaloo was contemplating the way she was going to have to tell her friends that she may be moving. As she was being pushed applebloom came up next to scootaloo and asked:

“Heya scoots, how ya feelin’?”

Scootaloo didn’t want to answer, but she looked at her friend and saw how genuinely concerned she was and felt as though she HAD to think of something that wouldn’t worry her fellow crusader too much.

“I-I’m fine applebloom, thanks for asking…W-we should hurry into class, school’s about to start.”

“Oh horse-apples y’all are right, c’mon then!”

Applebloom and sweetiebell darted into the door for their classroom and scootaloo slowly lifted herself up the stairs by her wings, she then wheeled herself into the class. As she did, she noticed everypony stopped what they were doing and immediately stared straight at her. Scootaloo sighed and hung her head in embarresment and shame as she made her way to the very back desk. She didn’t like the back but it seemed to be the only way to escape the awkward stares that her classmates were giving her. She found her spot and looked up only to see that they were still staring at her, applebloom noticed this and attempted to take matters into her own hooves. 

“ALLRIGHT, listen up y’all! If anypony has somethin’ to say to scootaloo, DON’T, y’all talk to me. Until then, stop scarin’ her okay? Gall-lee ain’t like none of y’all ever seen somepony in a wheelchair, sheesh!”

Scootaloo placed a hoof to her face, she knew applebloom had good intentions, she just wished she hadn’t expressed them in front of the whole class on her first day back. Just then Ms. Cheerilee walked into the classroom, she went to her desk and addressed the class in a cheerful tone.

“Welcome back my little ponies, I hope all of you had a good summer and are ready to start the new semester” Ms. Cheerilee paused, but only for a moment “Now I know that you all have questions for a “certain student” of ours but I ask that you save those questions for whenever “he-or-she” feels like answering them. Now I want you all to get out your writing equipment and write what you did this summer break.” 

Scootaloo wanted to hide under a rock and never come out, she was so embarrassed, she didn’t know what to do other than just sit there and sulk. The day went on and the rain was only coming down harder, raindrops could be heard hitting the roof above. 

“Alright class, no homework for today, make sure to grab your coats on your way out. Have a good rest of the day.”

Everypony then darted out the front door and proceeded to play in the rain, scootaloo was the last out but before she left she could feel a soft hoof placed gently on her shoulder, it was Ms. Cheerilee, and in a calm and sympathetic voice she said:

“I’m so sorry scootaloo, I can talk to your doctor and have you stay there until you’re better and off of the wheelchair if that would help.”

“No it’s fine Ms.Cheerilee you know what will happen at the end of the month if I don’t get adopted, I just want to be able to spend as much time with applebloom and sweeitebell as I possibly can.” 

“Well okay then, remember you don’t have to answer to anypony about where you got your bandages from and if anypony is bugging you about it, come find me and I’ll be sure to talk to him or her okay? You poor thing, there are things in life that a filly or a colt shouldn’t experience till they’re older or not at all. I’m so sorry honey.” 

“Thanks Ms. Cheerilee see ya later.” And with that, scootaloo slowly descended the stairs and continued to wheel herself back to the hospital in the rain. Scootaloo didn’t mind the rain, it was humid and the heat sent a calm and relaxing feeling down her back with each drop. As she was going on she noticed some posters across some street lights in ponyville square. The poster read: 

Come one, come all to the first annual pegasi of the decade race! This race will decide once and for all who IS, the best flyer in all of equestria. The prize for first is a custom-tailored wonderbolts outfit, 100,000 bits, and the highest honor a pegasi can receive; a place in the pegasi hall of fame. Any pegasi is permitted to enter, no holds barred, this is your chance to prove that YOU are the best.”

This caught scootaloo’s attention but she only thought little of it and continued back to the hospital.

She eventually got back to the hospital around the afternoon. She took the elevator to her floor and proceeded to her room. There was some medicine on the counter next to her bed, she drank the medicine and laid back down on her bed. Just then a knock came from the door and a nurse pony entered 

"scootaloo, you have a visiter." the nurse pony said happily

"rainbow dash!" scootaloo's eyes lit up an her face immediately brightened as she saw her favorite Pegasus enter.

"hey kid, how ya feelin?"

"Oh I'm fine, just recovering you know?"

"Well I thought I'd just check in on you and see how things were going, I actually gotta go start training for that open Pegasus race coming up at the end of the month."

Scootaloo’s eyes went from bright to dim, she looked defeated, like something in rainbow dash's words caused her to slump, scootaloo stuttered nervously "t-that's the only reason you came here?"

Rainbow dash raised an eyebrow to scootaloo "well, yeah scoots I mean why else would I come he-............um scoots, are you okay?"

Scootaloo had her head down and she was trembling angrily, a long tear rolled down the little filly's cheek as she whispered angrily: "what am I doing wrong?"

"Um, what?" rainbow dash tilted her head slightly to the side as she asked this.

There was silence and the sound of the storm outside was the only thing that could be heard. There was a feeling of great depression and confusion between them. Suddenly scootaloo with a much calm but sad tone said;

"rainbow dash...d-did my training mean nothing to you, Was I not giving it my all, What am I doing wrong? *hic* please tell me."

Rainbow dash looked more confused than ever, she began to stutter "I-ah-w-what? Scootaloo what are you talking about?"

Scootaloo couldn't take it anymore; all this time through the training, the torture, the endurance of pain and verbal abuse and rainbow dash STILL couldn't see the real reason scootaloo asked to be rainbow's protege in the first place.

"How on earth can you ask me what I'm talking about, you know I'm a fosterfilly, you know I don't have a home, you know I was abused by my parents as a filly, you know how I ended up with two broken legs yet you can't see the reason I asked you to teach me to fly? WHAT AM I DOING WRONG RAINBOW DASH? TELL ME!”  
Scootaloo lifted her little Head to reveal to rainbow dash a very sad scootaloo, her face was red, streams of tears could be seen on the side of her cheeks, and her nose was running rapidly. Scootaloo couldn't take it anymore.

"I never liked flying to begin with, I only asked you to teach me so that way I wouldn't have to deal with being beaten or sitting in my room all summer, crying and wondering about why I'm not adopted. I still have nightmares of my parents coming home and beating me to the verge of death like they used to, DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT'S LIKE!? Do you know how scary it is to even TALK to somepony after that? I just don't even-nnnnnAGH! SOMEPONY PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!" scootaloo was wailing in misery as a swirl of sad emotions flushed through her body, the memories of her abusive parents raced through her body, the feeling of death she felt way too many times for a filly to experience, every bottled feeling she held was let out right before rainbow dash. She stopped crying for a brief moment and with her head down she trembled as she asked: "rainbow dash,*hic* why won't you love me?.......why won't anypony love me?"

Rainbow dash was stunned, she didn't know how to feel or react, she simply stuttered nervously again, anything that came to her mind that would even remotely compensate scootaloo was said "scootaloo I-I didnt know-"

scootaloo interrupted, not letting rainbow finish her sentence "Yeah I know you didn't, just leave me alone it's not like you care any. The only reason you came here was just to tell me you were preparing for a race at the end of the month. Just leave me, everypony I know seems to be good at it, why should you be any different?”

And on that, rainbow dash silently walked out the door and scootaloo laid on her bed, resting on her side.

a couple minutes passed and scootaloo turned on the tv with the remote that was on her lamp desk to her right, she was flipping through the channels and as she was flipping she thought she saw a picture of avion, she flipped back a few channels and it turned out it WAS avion, he was on the news channel and scootaloo immediately turned up the volume to hear what it was the ponies on the channel were saying:

"In other news; an abusive foster-mom is killed by one of her foster-colts in an attempt to protect themselves, 65 year old Ms. Burns was found dead with a large stab wound to the stomach. 10 year old colt named avion is not injured, 11 year old, scootaloo, is in the hospital suffering only two broken legs, and 10 year old zelos, brother of avion, was found dead at the scene with multiple shards of glass, reportedly, forced down his esophagus.”

Scootaloo placed a hoof to her mouth, she hadn't even noticed that zelos wasn't there when she was attacked, she didn't "like" zelos but not enough to not care that he was dead, if only he had come to the party then maybe he could have lived, scootaloo thought to herself. She felt terrible for not even considering her fellow foster-colt’s existence, she looked back up to the TV and the news ponies continued talking. 

“The punishment for this crime is still being considered by mayor mare, further investigation is still underway.” 

Scootaloo couldn’t hear it anymore; she turned off the TV and laid on her back. She didn’t know how to feel, she only looked out and watched the raindrops splash and glide down the window of her room, the sky was black with heavy rain, some thunder could be heard a couple miles away, scootaloo watched this sight as she drifted into deep thought;

Was I too hard on rainbow, I mean she didn’t do anything, did she? Should I have let her finish? W-wait no, NO, I already know she wasn’t gonna adopt me so why should I care!? She only came here to brag to me about her stupid race…. 

Scootaloo paused for a moment; an idea was hatching deep within her brain, more ideas started flowing and flowing until an “I GOT IT!” escaped her mouth.

I’ll enter that race and WIN, maybe not first place but l WILL beat rainbow dash, she hates losing and if I beat her she’ll be so angry, THEN she’ll realize what she gave up, she’ll wish she could have adopted me when she had the chance. It’s the perfect plan, I CAN’T fail, I was able to keep up with her during training so this shouldn’t be too much of a problem. I don’t care if I get first place as long as rainbow dash feels the shame and humility I felt each time I tried to be sincere. Watch out rainbow dash, you’re about to hate what you created heheheh. 

Scootaloo was blinded by rage and anger, her logic was distorted but to her, this made sense. She was determined to make rainbow dash feel the pain she felt in the most humiliating way possible, and that “way” was beating rainbow dash at the one thing she cares most about, “winning.” A devious smile curled across scootaloo’s lips and as she watched the raindrops hit the window, she slowly drifted off into a peaceful slumber, only listening to the quiet and peaceful *pitter-patter* of the rain hitting the glass next to her.  


*authors note: short chapter, I know but trust me, the next one will be worth it. a very special shout out to JamesIsaBrony for being the first one to ever read my fic on youtube brohoof /). and a big thank you to just ANYONE who reads this story of mine, I love you all and hope you'll continue to stick with me for the chapters to come. thanks again. 

sincerely 

James Lopez