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// Chapter Six: I Don't Want To Set The World On Fire... 
// Story: A Peek Into the Twisted Mind of "Me". 
// by MrPancakeMan 
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Chapter Six: I Don't Want To Set The World On Fire...


I dove into the barn sealing the door behind me with one good piston kick to a bale of hay. I knew they were right behind me and I could hear their screams of rage outside. I turned to my left and Immediately noticed the three fillies attempting some balls off the walls shit with some hay. They had constructed a miniature Eiffel tower out of hay, and had also been performing acrobatics at the same time... where the hell is the authority in this world?

"Hello girls. Just running from an unusually angry mob for the first in many times. At least I presume so. Anyway, you may not wish to be present for long, for that hay bale is definitely not going to hold them off for long." They looked to me with confusion along with worry. "Don't worry, they won't harm another pony unless you're defending me. Which I recommend that you don't."

At this point I could smell smoke... right behind me. I turned and saw that they had set the damn barn on fire! Talk about barnstorming. I guess I know what the children were gawking at. I ran, grabbed the fillies and hopped up the ladder, literally hopping up without the use of my arms. Once at the top I noticed nothing to rappel down, this could serve some inconvenience. "What are you planning to do?" Asked Applebloom as innocently as a morning hare. I merely stared at her, then the window, then my greaves. The three fillies seemed to get the idea and they braced themselves as I lunged out the window. Looking back at the destruction.

Falling planks giving way to beams giving way to parts of the building. It was chaotic... it was perfect. Applebloom and the other fillies also looked back, tears welling in their eyes. That barn had a history. And now it was dying before them.

I had escaped into the house while Applejack and Big Macintosh sorted out the legal matters such as; racial prejudice, attempted murder of youth, etc. I lay there in my bed, silently singing myself a tune.

I don't want to set the world on fire.

It was then that Applebloom came in. "I heard you hummin' and thought you were sad about what happened. I actually came in here to say thanks. Without you, we wouldn't have gotten out of there." It was now and again that a single tear streamed down my face. "It's all my fault..." I skulked. "Everything. You were burned because of me." She began to look at me sadly when I said this. 'And it will be my fault when even more chaotic synergy in this world opens up and is released.'

She hugged me. I don't know for how long. But I do remember that the whole time we were crying. Me silently, but Applebloom was practically bawling. She told me not to beat myself up like that, and that it wasn't my fault. I knew she was wrong. She knew she was wrong. It was only a matter of time until it happened again.