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// The Worst Day of My Life 
// Story: When someone goes to Equestria somewhat prepared... 
// by icebreath8686 
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Futures were burning and souls were screaming for mercy as the bullets punctured their skin.

I couldn't move.

This can't be happening! 

My fellow students were dying left and right. Regaining my senses, I flung myself behind a pillar, watching as everyone died. Some looked at me, begging me to do something, others staring forward, too terrified to show emotion.

I have to do something. WhatcanIdo? WHATCANIDO?

Looking over the mass of bodies, I found a security guard clutching a bullet wound at his chest.

He's not going to be much help, but the gun could still be useful. He was only two feet away and the shooters were searching classrooms ,so I scrambled to grab it. The police officer looked at me with suprise and grabbed my collar. He said, "Run and don't look back..." His eyes grayed as life left him and the grip on my collar slackened. I grabbed the pistol from his hip and ran around a corner, feet pounding loudly, I crouched down. 

And I waited.

One of the shooters sprinted around the corner and three bullets rushed to meet him. Once he was down, I took his gun, a fair bit larger than the one I had, and his combat knife. Retreating, I was a bit unsettled at how easy it was. 

It felt... good? That isn't normal is it?

I rushed around the corner and pressed my back to the wall. I pulled out the knife and threw down the larger gun. I wasn't sure why, but the knife was more comfortable in my hand. Either way, there was time to think about it. I crossed the knife hand over the pistol hand and took deep breathes. I had to focus. I waited silently, listening for the sound of the other pursuers...THERE! Leaping around the corner, I rushed the shooter, lifting my knife as he pulled the trigger. His bullets grazed by my face and I distantly wondered why it was so easy.


It took me a moment to realize the pain coming from my stomach. The realization sent a wave of confusion through my mind, quickly morphing into horror. I faltered. The resulting pain in my stomach made me flinch. Cursing myself for my stupidity, I retreated, letting the adrenaline take over.

My pace picked back up as I sprinted toward the next gunman. The look on his face was... Scared... I saw him firing his gun, over and over, and felt the the starbursts of pressure on the chest, but there was no pain. I couldn't help but chuckle as I drew closer to him. I could see him starting to panic. Closing the distance, I watched as my knife bit into him, slicing him from left shoulder to right hip.  I grinned as his face went pale and his eyes dilated to pinpricks, doing an spectacular impression of a fish.

"Too late to go back now, Douche bag!"

He gaped at me.

And his body fell to the floor.

I stood for a moment, the adrenaline leaving my body, taking the numbness with it. I looked down and blinked at the amount of red staining my hoodie. Even my pants were sticky with blood. I coughed into my elbow, and my hoodie became just a little bit redder. My knees gave out, and I inhaled sharply as my chest hit the floor, wincing as my head bounced off the floor a second later.

" Well shit."

Even then, I couldn't stop myself from grinning. I thought that I would die old or from sickness. I never thought that I'd do something useful in my life, let alone something that heroic! I was just glad that I went out with a bang. I'd even managed to save lives! I paused for a second before chuckling into the blood slowly pooling around me.

"One last time."

I lifted my blood stained hand into the air, Pressed my thumb to my middle finger and used the rest of my strength to produce a final *SNAP*. A blast of blue energy emitted from my hand as the world turned to black.