//------------------------------// // Sweet, Sweet, Vengeance // Story: When I Cry // by Brony Hectic //------------------------------// "Oh dear," said Sweetie panting. "Even better," Dim Shadow smiled. Dim quickly began to shift his gaze between Sweetie Belle running to him and the Rider and Heavy Weight running at him. As quick as light Sweetie Belle picked up her speed and was by Dim's side in a second, which gave them about 8 or 10 seconds to make a plan. "Okay, can you make a little light from your horn?" Dim asked quickly "A little bit, why?" "Just do that until I say not to. Switch sides." Dim Shadow wasn't normally the one to think of last second plans but when the time came he could. But the problem was it was literally last second plans and the hardest part was having ponies understand what exactly he meant when he said the plans. Sweetie Belle did. She was was facing the two colts and Dim was facing the two fillies. And like Dim Shadow told Sweetie Belle she kept a light on her horn. Luckily what Dim was going for, happened, they thought it was a form of magical weaponry. The two colts froze, worried what might happen if they moved.They had been successively tricked. "'ll be taking that!" Dim snatched the journal from Silver Spoon. "So how much did you read anyways?" "Hahahaha, we read enough, you are one weird colt I must say, just wait until the school hears about it." said Silver, with a snicker. She even had that same smug grin as before. "What ever. You do realize this means war now right? You two also!" Dim shouted to Rider and Heavy Weight, who were still not moving. "Anything that I can do to make any four of your lives worse, I will do. Well, within reason." "Well then, we accept your silly little "war" and expect us to do the same." "You're gonna wish you hadn't. Come on Sweetie Belle." Luckily, Sweetie Belle was smart and also began to back up, but she kept her eyes on the two colts the whole time until they were far enough that it was safe to stop looking back. "What was that all about!?!" Sweetie yelled. "What do you think? They took my journal an-" "Not that, why were Rider and Heavy Weight chasing you?" "Oh, well I was looking for the journal and I saw them. I tried to ignore them but they chose to act violently, so, I fought back but I'm pretty sure a muscle was torn in my back right leg. But I'll live. Oh, and thanks, I seriously owe you one like I said before." "Oh, it was nothing." Sweetie blushed. "It was, trust me." "Well, what do we do now?" asked Dim. "Didn't I have to help you with your crusading?" reminded Dim. "Oh my Celestia! I forgot! Come on, we have to hurry!" Sweetie began to run back to the apple orchard in a hurry. "Wait up- ow!" Dim tried to run but his back leg wouldn't let him. "Listen, I'm gonna head back to my house so my leg will heal up. Okay?" "Oh... okay..." Sweetie became sad. She was really excited about today and in the end she was late and Dim wouldn't even be there. Dim, in his most sympathetic voice said, "Listen, I'm really sorry." "No, it- it's fine, but can you promise me that you'll for sure come next time? Please." "I promise, next time. Come here." Sweetie approached Dim Shadow and gave he gave her a hug. "See you later." "Okay then, bye Dim." Sweetie began to run back to the orchard. "Well that was fun." Dim the began to walk back to his house. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Ow," Dim mumbled, when ever he had to put weight on his back leg. "Ugh, and I have at least another ten minutes of walking, Celestia and Luna why?" Dim was almost home when he noticed that abandoned building again. "Well, I may as well look inside and see if there's anything cool. It won't take long, it's pretty small." Dim Shadow entered the building and the door creaked. There was a lot of broken glass and fallen wood. The building seemed to have two levels and a cellar Dim's guess was that this might have been a brewery or cider making facility or something like that. Dim began to look in cabinets and drawers for anything interesting that may have been left behind. All that he found on the first main floor was old pillows and dirty mostly broken tables. Dim chose to not go into the cellar, he saw enough movies to know that it's never a smart idea to go into the cellar of abandoned places. Instead, he chose to go to second floor, which he could only get to by a flight of stairs. He was considering not going up the stairs because they could be unstable. However, based on what Dim could judge by the building, the building could only have been like it's current state for maybe about a year and if the stairs were unstable and broke under his hooves well lesson learned. He cautiously took each step, making sure it was save. When he finally got to the top he saw that it was much... cleaner than the rest of the building, as if a pony was keeping it that way. It couldn't have been any-pony homeless, there was nothing that could been slept on and there was no sign of food or packaging. But there was a what appeared to be an old dresser and a few pillows. Dim curious, he decided to go rambling through the dresser and to his surprise there was what appeared to be a book. On the cover there was a baseball a baseball bat. Dim raised an eye brow and began to open it. But there were no words in the book, instead there were pictures. Dim Shadow couldn't see who the ponies were in this picture because the room was a little too dark. He moved to a window that only had a small crack of light shining through it. Dim put the book in the sun light and noticed that the ponies in the picture looked rather familiar. Dim knocked out some of the glass where the glass was and the pictures became more clear. The ponies in the pictures were the two ponies who hurt his leg not too long ago. Rider and Heavy Weight. "How much more convenient can this day get?" Dim asked himself with a smile. "Well, let's see what I can do to this place, shall we?" Dim dropped the book and turned his attention back to the room. A few pillows, a dresser, and a photo album. Dim began to tare up the pillows with his hooves; having the stuffing and feathers inside of them fly throughout the room. After Dim was done ravaging the pillows he looked at he dresser. "Now what could I do with this?" he asked himself, staring at the dresser. Dim Shadow thought for a moment the realized that the dresser was fairly close to the stairs. "Duh," he said then walked over to the dresser. He moved it right in front of the top of the stairs and bucked it, hard. Sadly for him he forgot about the muscle in his leg. "Ow! WhywouldIthinkthatwasagoodidea?!" he said really quickly before grabbing his back leg. "Celestia, why?" Dim Shadow sat there for a moment on the dirty floor before he could stand up again. "Well that hurt like heck. What happened to the dresser?" Dim stood up and walked over to the stairs to see his work. Three steeps on the stairs had broken and the dresser was completely demolished. The drawers had all fallen out and four out of the six had cracked. the back had also been broken. "Nice, now for the final part," Dim averted his eyes toward the book with all the photos in it, "This is gonna take a while. Fifteen minutes later... "Done, took a while but I think it turned out well." Dim had torn up every last little picture that the book contained. The scraps and torn pictures were he arranged to spell out his name. "DIM SHADOW" in all capital letters were spelled out on the floor. "Well, that was fun. Better get going." Dim proceeded back down the stairs with much caution, in case any of the stairs would brake easier after what happened with the dresser. Dim made it down safely with no injuries other than the already existing one. He trotted out the door with a smile of satisfaction. "Now I play the waiting game." he said then walked back to his house.