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// Innocence Lost 
// Story: Welcome To The Family 
// by Gallant Blitz 
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	Screaming, pounding, adrenaline, pain. That's all Scootaloo's brain could comprehend as her Uncles hooves slammed her to the ground once again, 

"You little brat!" He roared as he lifted her in the air with his wing and struck again, Scootaloo tasted the blood from her bitten tongue. "Why did my sister have to die and leave me with a worthless, money grubbing, whore like you!" Scootaloo was thrown once again, colliding with the cabinets of the kitchen. Knives clattered to the floor, luckily they did not give her worse than a few scratches. 

"Please stop! I was just hungry"

The stallion approached her like a hungry predator, 

"And you thought it was okay to steal my bits!? That's it! I'm not dealing with your shit anymore! I'm going to rip those wings off, and shove them down your own damn throat!" 

The stallion charged, terror gripped Scootaloo as she looked for a way out. She was trapped, but she did see one thing, a large butcher knife impaled in the floor. Time moved in slow motion, grabbing the knife in her teeth and tearing it from the floor boards, she aimed the edge of the blade at the hateful stallion and lunged. The next thing she knew she was on top of her uncle as he bellowed in pain, the knife buried deep in his right shoulder, "You bitch! I'll kill you for that!" 
Before a hoof could strike the filly, she pulled the blade from his shoulder, holding it high over head in her hooves. She didn't know how many times she drove the knife into him, all she knew was that when his final breath escaped his body, all of her rage had left her. 

"You can't... hurt me... anymore." She gasped out to the corpse. 

It felt as though a lifetime had passed staring at the body, when her mind was finally willing to work again she realized, she murdered her uncle. They were going to find her, and she would go to prison, or worse! She needed to get out of here quick, before anyone could pin the blame on her. As she ran from the house it was the first time she was glad that her uncle chose to live in the forest rather than in a town. She ran as fast as her legs could, to the only town she could hide in, the only town she would be safe, Ponyville. When she reached the town, she galloped to the hospital, she needed medicine "Help!" She cried to the nearest nurse, "Some pony killed my uncle!"