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// Soarin' and Flash 
// Story: Don't Be Afraid 
// by Metal Fight Maru 
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	My stomach sinks to the floor as Twilight walks away.
Maybe I should have accepted her apology. So, the way I see it, I have two choices. 1.) I could run to Megan and accept her apology. Maybe apologize myself. Or 2.) I could just ignore her and focus on staying above that darn red line. 
I decide to make that choice later. 
“What are you, a baby? Aim, Soarin'! Don’t just throw punches willy-nilly, you idiot!” Armour bellows at the boy fighting in the ring. He sneers at his opponent, a girl with wispy pink hair who doesn’t look so confident. He takes a blow to the stomach, but recovers quickly. He punches her with expert precision, right in the throat. She gasps, and falls to the ground, clutching her neck. Mac rushes to her and picks her up.
“What are you doing?” Armour asks incredulously. Mac glances over.
“Taking her to the hospital wing. You don’t want her to die, do you?”
“Does it look like I would care?”
“You’re sick! Do you even know her name? It’s Fluttershy!” Someone screams. Armour ignores it.
“If she dies, we’ll both be fired.” Mac says. Armour rolls his eyes.
“Fine, but unless she can wake up and catch a train like that Tris girl did, she’s out.” Mac nods and takes Fluttershy away.
“Alright. Who wants to fight me?” Soarin' says arrogantly. Before thinking, I storm up onto the ring and slap him.


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The next day, I’m up on the ring again, fighting some boy with hair almost as long as mine. The whole time, he keeps getting his hands caught in it and stuff like that. Finally, Mac has had enough.
“Alright, stop.” We stop fighting. "Flash, if you wanna stay above the red line, you're gonna need to get rid of some of that hair!" He huffs in frustration. Flash looks horrified.
"What... what do you mean?" He asks.
"Everybody come with me!" He shouts, ignoring Flash's question. We follow him, afraid of what will happen if we don't.
We end up in a large room bustling with people. Armour says it's the tattoo parlor.
"But," He continues. "They also do haircuts." He looks straight at Flash. Flash gulps
One haircut and a tattoo for good measure later, we're faced with a brand new Flash. His hair is styled up, and it only reaches the bottom of his neck. I have to admit, he looks a lot better. Attractive, even.