“Jim! Hey Jim!” From across the room, Casey called out.
“What?” I yelled back at him.
“Get over here.” He waved his arm. I looked at Drake who just nodded for me to go.
It’s pretty late. We’re supposed to go to bed at eleven and it’s ten thirty right now. So whatever they want they better hurry. It’s been a long day for me and personally I would like to get some sleep. My body is sore and my lip just stopped bleeding so I’m about ready to hit the hay.
“Well what do you want?” I greeted them. I noticed that Derek was facing the other way with his arms crossed and Rodney didn’t exactly look please to see me. Casey looked like he just had a rough time. And if I think about it, they were getting riled up after they separated from the group. Wonder what that was all about. All of them had really caused a scene.
“Hey Jim.” Casey started. “Would you be interested in a business opportunity?”
“Um that is a big word. Business opportunity.” I replied.
“It’s two words.” Casey shook his head. “Listen do you”
But before he could finish, Derek decided to speak up. “Jim you wanna deal drugs with us?”
I didn’t really understand what he said so I just replied with a grunt. “Huh?”
“It’s what Derek here just bluntly said.” Casey explained. “We’re asking if you want a share in our business. I understand you had tried to convince them to let you join them. Well here’s your chance.”
“But why? I thought you didn’t want me.”
“We didn’t but we changed our minds.” Derek said taking a quick peak over his shoulder. “Now make a decision before we change our minds again.”
I smiled like some sort of clown. I’m so happy not because this means I will probably get some cash but because it means they have accepted me. No one ever accepts me. “Yes!” I almost shouted. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, thank you!” I hugged Derek which immediately got him angry.
“Get off me cracker!” He roared pushing me off.
“What’s going on here?” Jess stepped out of nowhere to confront us. I haven’t seen her since I came back into the shelter. She kind of wandered off after I received that applause for my courageous action against the PAHI. Don’t know where she went but it must have been important. Probably went to look for some more homeless.
“Oh hi Jess.” I greeted her in a friendly manner since I am very happy right now. “I’m gunna be a drug dealer.”
“You’re what?!” She shrieked. I heard the sound of three hands hitting three faces and instantly I knew I screwed up. Jess looked at Casey, Rodney, and Derek. “Absolutely not!” She grabbed me by the collar and forced me to her level. “You’re staying right here.”
“No I’m not.” I said while I struggled free from her grip. “I’m going with them. Right?” The three were all looking very miserable.
“God damn it Jim.” I heard Rodney mutter.
“Jim you’ve had a long day.” Jess continued on. “You’ve hung out with Drake and gotten your ass kicked. Don’t you think that is enough for one day?”
“Yeah but.” I struggled to come up with a reason to defend my point. “I’m gunna get paid.”
Jess’ glare hardened and she gritted her teeth. “You get paid at a job too which you were supposed to try and apply for if what you told me this morning is true.”
“It was true but I got distracted.” I explained. “Besides there’s no point in getting employed. Ponies would never hire some human like me. Humanity and pony kind will never get along.”
Jess was silent for a few seconds. She looked extremely furious but that was short lived. Her next expression was that of remorse. “You know I thought you would be different.” She murmured. “I thought you’d not be like the others. So resistant to things that are different to you and so cruel to each other.” Then the look of anger returned. “But I know better now. You’re just like everybody else but you’re worse.” That last word stung. “You’re worse Jim. So go out there. See what will happen to you.” With that she turned around and walked off towards her room.
What a bitch! I thought I liked her at first but it’s obvious she’s holding me back. She just doesn’t understand what it’s like for humans here. She just doesn’t get that ponies are not our friends. But why doesn’t she see that? It’s clear that she sees how humans are treated in Equestria and how ponies don’t help. In fact, today was proof that ponies are against us. But why doesn’t she see that? She’s either stupid or just clearly mistaken.
I felt the unmistakable force of an open palm on the back of my head. “Ow!” I winced rubbing the place I got hit. “Hey who did that?” I said spinning around. In front of me stood Rodney and to his side was Derek.
“Hey Jim.” Rodney said in a low tone. He put his hand on my shoulder and backed me up until my back was against the wall. “You may want to treat Jess a little nicer in the future.”
“What, why?” I asked having no clue what he’s talking about.
“She’s a good girl, Jim.” Casey stepped forward. “She tries so hard to make everyone live a better life even if they’re not happy with her.”
“Everything she does is from the kindness of her heart.” Rodney continued still holding me in place. “And it would be a shame if her kindness was wasted on someone that might turn into a scumbag.”
“A-are you talking about me?” I asked gulping.
“Nah you’re cool Jim.” Rodney finally released me. “You just need to simmer down a bit. Actually I should be a little more lenient. Derek had the same problem you’re having.” Derek only grunted which prompted a chuckle from Rodney. “Anyways let’s get going.” Rodney said. “We need to be on time for the midnight rush.”
“Midnight rush? What’s that?” I asked as we began to walk out the door.
“Oh it’s that time in Equestria when ponies come out for their nightly toke.” Casey grinned as we stepped out the door. “You’re gunna be selling to the ponies and make bank.” Casey looked at Derek who nodded back. “Cool I said it right.”
“Alright sounds simple but what exactly am I doing?” I asked as we arrived in the parking lot of the shelter.
“Oh it’ll be easy.” Casey explained. “They’ll tell you what to do.”
“Sweet!” I exclaimed. “So are you coming with us?”
“Oh hell no.” Casey laughed. “I’m much too reputable to be caught doing a scandalous activity like that.”
“Yeah but running the thing is fine.” Rodney added.
“Damn right it is.” Casey pointed. “Now you hurry on now. Jim you’ll get paid tomorrow morning.”
Oh shit, I forgot to ask what I’m getting for this. “Before you leave. How much am I making?”
“That depends on how much you make.” Casey shrugged. “But we all get paid in percents. You get ten percent and Rod, Derek, and I all get thirty percent each.”
“What!” I exclaimed. “That ain’t fair.”
“Haha, new guy needs to prove himself first.” Derek commented.
“Aw hell no guys.” I stomped my foot. “I want at least an even pay.”
“Too bad.” Derek and the gang began walking away and I didn’t follow. I’m not agreeing to anything till I get a fair deal.
“You guys make it fair or I’m not going!” I crossed my arms in defiance.
“Alright see ya.” Casey waved back.
They can’t be serious. “Alright guys twenty three percent.” They kept walking away. “Twenty, eighteen, fifteen and that’s my final offer.” But they kept going and it was only until they rounded the corner that I knew I wasn’t getting a deal. “Hey wait up!” I yelled and ran after them.
Casey split a little after we started walking to our spot. Apparently he has to wake up early in the morning. I don’t really believe him since he kind of comes off as a swindler to me, but a classy swindler at least. Bottom line is it’s just these two black dudes and I about to deal some coke or whatever we’re dealing.
They explained to me the deal and my role. Apparently they’ve wanted to expand for some time now because a lot of rival drug dealers were taken out not long ago by a police crackdown. But two dudes can’t expand without the inclusion of more help. The problem was that nobody wanted to help them. Well except for me but I wasn’t wanted. Then Casey changed their mind since they had no options. Now they can get a bigger territory because of my help. I feel so special.
As for my role in all this, I feel kind of tricked. All I’m gunna be doing is standing on the corner and when a customer comes by I’ll direct them in the right direction. Apparently this is the safest method to do this because if a cop tries and arrest me they won’t find anything and Rodney and Derek can run away. Basically it’s a game of profit at some else’s expense. I don’t really mind though because I don’t think I’ll be caught. I’m really smooth at hiding things.
However, my only worry is my citizenship. As an illegal alien it’ll be awkward if I’m brought in and they can’t find my name in their database. Then it’ll all go south. But I know that if I want to make it by in life I’m gunna need cash. So what is a little risk when compared to the reward?
We got to Derek and Rodney’s place where they usually make deals at. It was hard to get a good view of it which is why they probably chose this place. But from what I can tell it is just a street corner that is the street on one side and a flimsy chain link fence on the other. There were no nights shining down so it was pretty much total darkness.
“Jim.” I heard Rodney say.
“Huh?” I turned around to where they were. But they weren’t there! I looked around frantically for them. “Where’d you guys go?” I asked out into the darkness.
“What are you talking about?” I heard Derek ask. “We’re right here.” But I still couldn’t see them.
“Where?”
“Motherfucker!” A hand grabbed me by the collar and pulled me forward. I was soon face to face with Rodney. “Do you need glasses or something?” he asked sounding angry.
“No.” I replied. In truth I don’t exactly have twenty-twenty vision but it’s not bad. I’m just a little near sighted. It’s only almost killed me three times while I was driving. Wish I didn’t break my glasses all those years ago when I first ran away.
“Well then what’s your problem?” Rodney asked letting me go.
“I don’t know.” I retorted straightening myself. “You guys just blend in with the darkness I guess.” I quickly realized what I just said and I looked at my two business partners. They looked pissed. I for some reason couldn’t help but giggle a bit since, I don’t know, I can’t help myself when it comes to jokes like this. I blame Darius for this. We used to joke around like this all the time.
“Aw hell no.” Derek growled. Shit, I guess they don’t think it’s funny. “Can you believe this cracker, Rod?”
“Let’s just get this over with.” Rodney sighed.
“Yeah, go stand over there Jim.” Derek pointed to what I assume was the fence. I went over and stood in front of it.
“Like this I asked?” Standing still like a soldier.
“Yeah that’s good.” Rodney said.
“No it ain’t!” Derek interjected. He walked over to me. “You look like a security guard; you need to look like a thug.”
“White people can’t be thugs.” I groaned.
“No they can’t.” Derek agreed. “But you can try. Now stand a bit more… slanted.” I leaned a bit to the side a bit and then leaned to the other side. I thought I was being funny but Derek was getting impatient.
“Fucking shit, Jim.” He groaned. He walked over to me and personally dictated my actions by pushing and shoving my body till he got what he wanted. “There.” He smiled finally satisfied. “That looks better.”
So it turns out what he wanted was for me to slouch against the fence with my hands in my pockets and be looking down at the ground. He could have just told me that! Also I can’t say how ridiculous I look. It’s like my spine is rubber. If my mom was here she would tell me I could really mess my back up like this.
Oh yeah, that’s right. I miss my mom.
“Jim!” Derek snapped at me. “Come on you’re not paying attention!” I shook my head to try and forget what I was thinking about. It isn’t good to think back to home. I learned that the first year I was alone.
“Hey Jim we’ll be just around the corner in this alleyway.” Rodney said pointing to the alleyway they will be at. It was a short distance to my right.
“Alright I’ll point them to you.” I said.
“Alright good.” Rodney nodded and they both started to walk away. They must have made it about five steps before they disappeared again. I need to milk this joke.
“Aw fuck you guys are masters of disguise.” I called out. I heard their footsteps stop.
“Fuck you!” Derek yelled at me. “Geez I tell ya Rod, you can’t judge a book by no cover. It ain’t the rich southern who the racist but the fucking white trash hood that could identify with us the most.”
“It’s probably why he’s racist.” Rodney chuckled.
“Fucking cracker.” Was the last thing I heard from them.
All alone in the dark I was reminded of a childhood fear. It’s not easy to admit but I was terrified of the dark when I was younger. I think it was because of an overactive imagination that would instantly think of terrible things that could be in the places I could not see. This fear would really disable me and I hated being alone. However, this fear was conquered when my father forced me to get over it.
One night he had brought me out into the woods near my house and forced me to endure the darkness. He knew I would not leave his side because it would make the experience worse and that I would have a panic attack. The climax of this was when he had disappeared from my side and I was alone in the woods surrounded by the unknown. I yelled and I cried until I got afraid of attracting the attention of things that might be lurking in the shadows. So I stayed silent until something in me snapped. I realized there was really nothing to be afraid of and there was nothing out there. By the time my dad came back I was leaning against a tree bored out of my mind. The monsters that lurked in the darkness were gone forever and I embraced the silence of the night. Later when I had my first sleep after running away I really relied on that moment to get me through the night. All I remember is crying myself to sleep.
The skill I learned that day was the skill of experience. I learned that after I try something once and I gain that experience, I can do it again because I know it was not that bad. This skill was used when I first had to steal to pay for gas and most recently when I killed that pony. The reason I went into that hotel room was because I knew it wouldn’t be that bad to take another victim. All because of that night with my dad am I able to handle the unknown. Dad sure was a good father if not a little harsh at times.
Come to think about it, tonight is just like that night in the forest. I mean it’s really boring. I must have been here for around thirty or forty five minutes and not even a car have driven by. If it’s gunna be like this all night then I am clearly wasting my time. Worse I have no idea when this will be over. For all I know I could be out here till the sun comes up. I hope Celestia raises the sun early or Rodney and Derek end this within the hour because I’m tired and I want to go to bed.
I was about to just sleep standing up like a horse when I heard the sound of people approaching to my left. I looked to the left and saw three figures. Instantly I noticed they were ponies. Well this is gunna suck. I know I’m gunna have to sell to ponies because we can’t turn down a customer but I’m not gunna enjoy this. They approached me and soon I was surrounded by the three. Kind of odd how they’re positioned around me; it’s almost like they are intentionally prohibiting me from leaving.
“Human.” One of them grunted. It was a dark red unicorn. His buddies were a yellow Earth pony and a green Pegasus.
“Pony.” I grunted back. Not dealing with their shit.
“Kind of late to be hanging around.” The Pegasus sneered.
“Don’t forget, they’re nocturnal.” The Earth pony chuckled.
“Yeah so, can I help you guys?” I tried not to sound too angry.
“How about you tell us why you’re out here.” The unicorn said.
“If you don’t know then it’s none of your business.” I stated. Don’t think I’m doing this drug dealer thing right. I don’t believe drug dealers sound professional.
“Well what if it is?” The Earth pony stepped towards me. “Are you selling drugs or something?” Oh so he does know.
Time to have fun with this. “What are you talking about?” I grinned. “Drug deals don’t happen in Equestria.” The Earth pony didn’t appreciate my sarcastic humor. The Pegasus did.
“Yeah you idiot.” He cackled. “Drugs deals don’t happen in Equestria.”
“And they don’t happen for a reason, am I right?” The unicorn chimed in. He looked at me. “You ain’t selling are ya?”
I glared at the three. “Get the fuck out of here.”
“Fuck you.” The unicorn growled back.
I wasn’t expecting the charge. Probably because I’m still in the mindset that ponies are usually peaceful creatures that are too pussy to fight despite what happened only hours ago. But because I wasn’t expecting it I didn’t try to dodge or block it. The unicorn lowered his head and proceeded to gouge me in the stomach with his horn.
I felt it poke into my gut. The feeling was something I never felt before. It was like the pain was not on the surface of my skin but behind it. Then the foreign presence left me as the unicorn retracted his horn. Immediately I held both hands over the wound as my legs gave way and I fell on my ass.
“God damn it!” I moaned and withered on the ground. From above me the ponies were gathered like vultures. They all seemed to snicker and smile like a bunch of sadistic clowns. I hate them so much.
“He fucked you up human!” The Pegasus squawked above me.
“You humans should leave your drug habits to yourself.” The unicorn stated. “You have the nerve to bring that shit here after what happened to Pinkie Pie? You don’t deserve to live. All humans deserve to die” the unicorn stated in the coldest manner, before walking off.
The Earth pony gave me a quick buck to my chest which sent my upper body down to the ground. I was still holding my stab wound while they hung over me. Then there was yelling and the sound of feet running. The ponies turned tail and ran and I watched them. My eyelids started to close and although I fought the feeling; I slowly found myself plunged into darkness.
In that darkness I had a vision. Don’t know what it means but I could easily make out what it was. It was ponies and they were dying and I was the one killing them. Sometimes it would be with a gun and sometimes it would be with my bare hands. There was blood everywhere and I stood victorious over the body of that unicorn.
It’s so beautiful.
***
It was late at night and Curizno was not at all happy. He was supposed to be asleep an hour ago but then somebody just had to call him. Now he was sitting in his pajamas at his desk while on the phone with a contact he never talks to. Worse he being a busy man had plans that he wouldn’t be ready for due to this interruption in his sleep pattern.
Apparently this call was so urgent that his secretary had forwarded the call to his private phone. Just when he thought he was safe inside his mansion that he built in the Equestria countryside by bypassing several laws that condemned the action, he gets a call from some bozo talking so fast he couldn’t understand.
In the end, Curizno was happy he had gotten this phone call. It indeed did turn out to be important because it was a matter of credibility. The man, named Clover to hide his identity, was going over what had been discussed previously. He was named Clover in case of the phone being recorded the name sounded like a pony when it was really a human talking.
“So I’m just gunna run by the possibilities to you again.” Clover said.
“Clover I’ve understood what’s been going on for the night now.” Curizno said impatiently his speech slurred from the stress of waking up late at night.
“Alright but I’ll run it by you again.” Clover insisted. “The yellow jacket that was found in the room of Darius Reed, stage name 8-Set, matches the description given by Daniel Francisco of the suspected sniper in the Fluttershy case.”
“You know.” Curizno chuckled. “For a guy that is so secretive that he uses a fake name, you’re awfully specific. If someone was tracing this call they would know exactly what we are talking about.”
Curizno knew he had stumped this Clover guy. Too bad the idiot didn’t know that they was no way the call could be traced. Curizno owned the company that ran the phones in Equestria. They know to pay to mind to his calls unless they want to be ruined.
“Anyways.” Clover continued. “The police investigating the room will most likely come to these conclusions based on evidence collected. The jacket belongs to 8-Set and he was the sniper, the jacket belongs to a friend of his that was the sniper, or the jacket is just a coincidence. Either option this new piece of evidence almost completely rules out the involvement of Blue Star Security.”
“I understand that.” Curizno put a hand on his forehead. “I understood that the minute you said the jacket was found in the room.”
“Well that’s good you understand the predicament.” Clover said. “Because I need to know what you want to do with this evidence.”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Curizno growled. “If this gets out it can have major repercussions everywhere. Twilight Sparkle has already denounced Blue Star and if people find out they had nothing to do with it then it hurts her credibility. Then when she hurts all of Equestria hurts and I lose a bit of my hold on things here. So get rid of that damn jacket. Pay off those cops, do whatever you can, and destroy the jacket. Burn it for all I care. The only thing that matters is Blue Star is destroyed.”
“Yes sir.” Clover responded. “I’ll get on that right away.”
“Good you do that.” Curizno went back to his bed.
“Alright have a good night sir.” Clover said.
“Wait.” Curizno stopped the call from ending. “Just a quick question. Where the fuck did you come up with the name Clover?”
“Uh, ha.” Clover laughed. “In the show there was an episode on the history of Equestria and one of the important figures was a unicorn named Clover the Clever. Just thought I would adopt that as a cover up.”
“I’ll be honest with you Clover.” Curizno chuckled. “I never watched that stupid girls show in my career.”
“Yeah looking back it was just a stupid girls show, but hey now we live in that stupid girls show.”
“I guess you’re right. Well goodnight Clover.” Curizno then hung up the phone.
For the rest of the night Curizno found that he could not sleep. The call he received had interrupted his normal sleep cycle and thrown his internal clock out of whack. So he stared at the ceiling and imagined the future.
Already he now owned seventy percent of the Equestria market which already gave him boundless power but it was not enough. He viewed his investments and ownerships as an empire and if anything was to be learned about empires it’s that they must always be expanding. If they didn’t they would collapse on themselves. So Curizno needed his empire to go farther if it were to survive.
The next steps would be to own the smaller establishments. Although some bigger goals eluded his grasp such as the monopoly on the Equestrian gem trade, starting off small from now on would yield bigger rewards in the long term. The only problem is operations like this took time and sometimes came at risk. What would come in handy is a trump card or something to mix the order of this tedious task. A little chaos to stir things up and make people panic, and when they panic they’ll look to a leader to guide them. Curizno wasn’t that leader but there are people he could achieve his goals through.
Curizno personally hoped that Princess Twilight would be the pony that could change things for him. Again Curizno thought to that alicorn of friendship. At times he viewed her not only as an object of lust but an object of achievement. If he netted her into his empire then with her power they could conquer Equestria in just a few weeks. It really is an admirable goal. All of Equestria united under one rule. All of their decision made by one man. Total control.
***
Rodney and Derek both began banging on Jess’ door to her room. Normally this is a no-no but this was an emergency. Normally the shelter is locked after eleven but Jess, though she does not support Rodney and Derek’s escapades, keeps one door unlocked so they can let their selves in. If it wasn’t for this kindness I will admit that I probably would’ve died outside.
“Jess, Jess get out here!” Rodney yelled banging on the door. He continued banging until a reluctant Jess came and opened the door.
“What the hell do you guys want?” She asked rubbing her eyes. “It’s like one in the morning.”
“Jim’s hurt.” Rodney dragged me forward. “Bad.” I looked up at Jess still clutching my wound. She looked at me and when she saw the blood her eyes widened in shock.
“Holy shit!” She exclaimed.
“What’s going on out here?” Someone from the guys’ bedroom asked. It was Jones. He was standing in the doorway.
“Nothing go back to sleep.” Jess pushed past us and went into the hallway. “Get him to the cafeteria and lay him out on a table. Go quick!” Rodney and Derek began walking me down to the cafeteria. They did as Jess told them and I was on my back on top of a table. Jess ran in soon after.
“Alright so. Lift up his shirt I guess.” Jess said frantically. They lifted my blood stained white t-shirt and I saw the circular hole the unicorn gave me. It was still bleeding.
Jess was biting her nails seemingly in a panic. That was the part when I really panicked. I was panicking already but this was bad now. She’s supposed to know what she’s doing.
“I thought you’d know what to do.” I said loud due to fear.
“Well I don’t.” Jess cried.
“I do.” Jones stepped into the cafeteria.
“You do?” Jess and I said together.
“Come on I was a marine.” Jones grinned. “I can get you patched up. Jess go get the first aid kit.”
“Oh I forgot I had that.” Jess jumped off and ran to her room. Are you kidding me? That wasn’t her first reaction? At least she came back quickly.
“So uh, is this gunna hurt?” I asked nervously.
“I don’t know.” Jones said as he took out a cotton ball from the kit. “Does it hurt now?”
“Well yes but I kind of got use to it.” I admitted. Jones poured some hydrogen peroxide onto the cotton. I don’t like where this is going.
“Well it’s gunna hurt some more.” Jones said before pressing the cotton ball to the stab wound. I’m fairly familiar with the feeling of hydrogen peroxide. I used to get really ruffed up because I would be forced into fights at school and outside of school with Darius. I would get my ass kicked and my mom would always fix me up and I would do it all over again the next day. Even after all those fighting experiences I still can’t fight for shit. But I’m not afraid to get into a fight with someone at least.
As for the pain it was really bad. It was the familiar bubbly, burning sensation but this time it was deep. I tried to lurch forward but Rodney and Derek held me down. I moaned a bit and Jess covered her mouth and looked away. Jones had this kind of goofy grin on his face.
Eventually Drake came out to join us. He apparently couldn’t sleep because being a serial killer he had subconscious guilt or something that made it hard to sleep. He was really vague on explaining it. Also he was curious as to what all the banging was about. When he saw what had happened he flipped. He was probably the worse out of everyone.
“Jim!” He wailed running over to the side of the table. “What happened?”
“Quiet you’ll wake up the rest.” Jess quieted him.
“It’s nothing Drake.” I said through the pain of the hydrogen peroxide. Jones had just finished and was rummaging through the kit. “I just got into a tussle with some ponies.”
“Ponies did this?” He exclaimed.
“Drake shush.” Jess commanded.
“Yeah it was three of them.” I explained. “A unicorn stabbed me.”
“Give me their colors Jim.” Drake took on a darker tone. “Just need their colors and I’ll kill every pony a shade or two away.”
“It’s fine man.” I said. “Really it’s not worth it. Just a punk ass unicorn that charged me like a bull or something.”
“Ah that explains some things.” Jones said. He was tearing open some package. “A local trend among the more rebellious unicorns has been to sharpen their horns. Most of the unicorns that do it tend to be more violent so if you see one look out.”
“That should be illegal.” Jess remarked.
“Oh it should be.” Jones said placing some kind of adhesive bandage over my wound. “It is very capable of doing harm yet most ponies believe it to be harmless.” He pressed the bandage down. “There ya go should be fine now.”
“That’s it?” I said. “That wasn’t bad.”
“Of course you’re wound wasn’t bad either.” Jones explained. “It was barely deep and didn’t hit anything important. Those horns aren’t killing weapons they’re more of intimidation which is why they’re getting away with it. Just make sure you don’t tear it open by moving the wrong way.”
“How do you know all this?” Drake asked.
“I was a marine.” Jones smiled.
“Were you a medic?” I asked.
“No, no.” Jones shook his head. “There were medics but I wasn’t one of them. I did receive medical training thought. It was because me and some buddies were hiking and one of my friends fell down and hit his head really hard. None of us knew what to do so we just left him there while we called for help. My squad leader was so depressed about how hopeless we were that he decided we all had to have medical training so we could help each other out if something were to happen again.”
“Sounds like a smart guy.” I commented.
“He was.” Jones nodded. “One of the reasons we were so great was because we cared about each other. Later we would be told we didn’t care about anything but killing people.” He’s probably talking about the bad rap troops got after they were told to go home. Most of the media painted them as sadistic killers.
“That’s what I care about.” Drake smirked.
“Well that’s because you’re a psycho.” Jones remarked.
“Well I think I’m fine.” I sat up and hung my legs down. I still hurt a bit but I think I’m fine. This will probably be a distant scar later on but it will not be a distant memory. I will remember this day for the rest of my life like all the other times someone hurt me. I will remember Rainbow Dash and PAHI forever.
I turned my head to Rodney and Derek. “Hey guys. How are you holding up?”
“Good.” Derek waved a hand.
“I’m not.” Rodney said. He was covering his face. “I just fucking got you stabbed.”
“What are you talking about?” I slid down onto the seat part of the table. “It’s not your fault.”
“Yes it is.” Rodney insisted. “I knew that it would be risky to go out tonight after that riot. And I was too selfish to play it safe.”
“Stop being a fucking idiot!” Derek suddenly spoke up. He started pacing. “It’s obviously my fault. Remember it was me that said we should use Jim as bait. Alright! So blame me.”
I’ve never seen Derek like this before. I mean I only known him for a short while but he doesn’t seem like the type of person to worry about someone else. Guess he really does care.
“Alright listen everyone.” I announced. “This one goes on me. I don’t wanna hear any shit about it. But do you wanna know why this is my fault?” I pointed directly at Jess. “Because I didn’t listen to her.” Everyone looked at me confused. “Yeah I said it. I didn’t listen to Jess when I should have. She knew what would happen and she knew that I would get this but I didn’t listen. Worse she fucking told me this would happen, directly to my face, and I didn’t listen.” Here comes the mushy part. “So I’m sorry Jess.” She looked surprised. “I’m sorry that I didn’t listen and am a burden on you. You were right I am the worse.” I sat back down. “I cause trouble wherever I go and I had the potential to get back on track. But I wasted it. I’m so sorry for that.”
There was a silence that filled the room. I don’t know why but everyone was looking at me all proud. I really didn’t do anything. Just said I was sorry.
“Gee.” Jess rubbed the back of her head. “Nobody has ever apologized for what they’ve done. I don’t know what to say.”
“Hey I’ve apologized countless times.” Drake spat.
“No you haven’t.” Jess retorted.
“Oh yeah I haven’t.” Drake giggled.
“Alright well since I have that off my chest. I’m going to bed.” I began walking to the male bedroom.
“Yeah you do that.” Jess said. “I hope from now on you’ll think twice before doing something so foolish.”
“I will.” I replied.
“Oh and give me your shirt.” Jess held out her hand. “I’ll give you a new one tomorrow.” I handed her the blood soaked white t-shirt. That shirt probably costs more than I could make in a month. It was a designer that I got from Darius. If Rarity was here I imagine she would have been mortified to see it got to waster.
Heh, Jess told me to think twice.
Oh and I’m thinking twice alright. I’m thinking twice on a revenge scheme. There is no way I’m letting ponies get away with this. I’ve been humiliated and tortured for the last time. This time it is personal. I hereby dedicate my life to not just the destructions of the mane six; they’ll get theirs. But I dedicate my life to destruction of pony kind and all those that sympathize with it. Every pony must bleed and then I won’t be satisfied. All bronies must also perish with their pony masters.
I jumped into my bed and laid staring at the bottom of the top bunk. I put a hand on the bandage. It’s will start tomorrow. Tomorrow I will start the process of enacting my revenge. It may take its time but it will happen. I’ll start small and then I’ll get huge. I know it. It is my destiny.
I’m the Anti-Brony.