What would you have done?

Since I was young... I've had outbursts of magic... I never thought anything about it honestly. Most unicorns grow out of it though before the age of 3. How old am I? I'm 14 years old, living with my Aunt Good Heart and Uncle Creative Thinking. They take good care of me. My parents died when I was really young. I don't remember them at all. Their names were Fire Storm and Pink Stripe. Fire storm, (My dad) was a red unicorn. He specialized in welding metal with pyrokinetic magic. A rare trait in most cities, but not here.

My mother was a pink pegasus on the city guard. An easy job in most cities, but... Not here. They died in a fire at city hall one day. My dad was bringing my mom her lunch... She forgot it at home that day, and she was posted at city hall that week.

At least... That's how Aunt Heart tells it. Uncle Thinking believes that it was a murder-suicide. Aunt Heart would usually gasp whenever he said such things about her sister, but honestly, I like that story better. At least then maybe they believed that they died thinking they had some kind of purpose. I didn't want the ponies I didn't even know to have died in a freak accident. Maybe that's morbid... Or maybe it's just comforting.

My Aunt and Uncle are the only relatives I have left. Well... In a manner of speaking. Yes, I have grandparents. But they won't talk to us, because Heart and Thinking won't move out of this wretched town. No matter how much shit happens. In case you haven't heard, Fillydelphia is where Celestia decided to put any scum that just barely made the cut to not be banished. We have our own separate government. The politicians are corrupt. The streets are all concrete, ridden with litter. No house looks vaguely suburban. everypony is either rich and stuck up, or poor and violent. Except the mediocre few, the category in which my family circle resides.

I get tired of it, yes. But I also think that it's the safest place to be. On more levels than one.

As for me? There's not much to talk about. I have yellow fur, a blue and red striped mane and tail, misshapen ears, and as for my cutie mark... I have a scar there. Aunt Heart tells me that it was cut off for some reason. I was never told why, though. But I know this town well enough... if you have a scar where your cutie mark should be, it couldn't have been anything good. Maybe I was raped as a filly, and I got a cutie mark that was... obscene. Or maybe I accidentally killed somepony, getting a... Straight Saddle mark... I don't remember... and I don't care, honestly. My talent does not determine my fate.

I'm homeschooled though, because of this scar, I can't be with anypony my age without arousing suspicion. I hope that one day, I can move past that. I'm not unhappy per-say. I'm far from suicidal. But I'm not happy either. I have no reason to be happy that outweighs a reason to be sad. or vice-versa. So, here I remain... On the brink of feeling. The thin yellow line that devides Love and Fear.

Love... Fear... Many ponies say that these are the only two emotions. I disagree greatly. There are thousands of emotions, and simplifying them like that is a crime. I don't care how my psychology tutor divides emotions, but love and fear are the stupidest two things that could have been chosen to be "The only two emotions". What about anger? What about happiness? I think that ponies can be happy without love. And can be angry without fear. But, I'm not some stupid shrink, so I guess I have no place to talk.

It started like any other day... gloomy, tired, and bland. I woke up, to the faint glow of Celestia's sun in the distance. it was around 7:30, and I could smell something cooking. I walked out of my room, which in our poorly constructed house, was adjacent to the kitchen. I saw Uncle Thinking, making breakfast. This was something he only did on Saturdays in our normal routine, so in my mind, the first thing that clicked was another part of saturday routine. 'I guess I should get the mower started.'

With a slight wave to my uncle, I went outside and began starting the lawn mower. it was a rusty old thing, It didn't start easily, which was why they needed the only unicorn in the house to get it running. And they decided that if I'm going to do that, I might as well mow the yard each Saturday, too.

I didn't mind, really. It was nice to get out every now and then.

After I was finished decapitating the grass, I decided to sneak off and go visit the school. I opened my bedroom window, put on pajama pants, so as not to show my cutie mark. (Or lack there of) and left towards Fillydelphia middle school with a smug grin on my face. But on my way there, I came across a group of Stallions, no younger than 17 and no older than 19.

I tried to walk past them with no trouble, but another pony must have been looking out for the stallions, because before I knew it, I was grabbed by a tall, thin pegasus. He immediately punched me in the eyes with great force, causing me to close them. I heard their voices. A gruff, gravely stallion's voice said. "Look what I found, fellas~" I could tell that this was my assailant, but the other voices were a mystery to me. I had no clue how many other ponies there were. All I knew, was that I was in trouble.

The next to speak sounded big, but stupid. Kinda like Goofy from that one cartoon show that a lot of ponies watched 20 years ago. "Wow boss, as always, you got da first catch of da day!" To this I worried. 'What did he mean by "catch?" What are they going to do to me?'

Another voice came from the darkness that was the outside of my eyelids. This one was cunning sounding. almost like a right hoof henchman. "She's even gift-wrapped in pants! It's like she wanted somepony to grab her! heeheeheheeee!"

The boss spoke again. "Yes, quite. Let's get this off of you," His hoof slid to my pajama pants and began taking them off.

I had to speak, I had been frozen in fear as they were talking, but this was too far. "NO!" I screamed.

The right-hoof spoke again. "What?~ The little filly doesn't want a little fun?~"

The boss chuckled as he brought down my pants, past my flanks. He stopped laughing instantly with one look at my bare flank. "There's a scar here." he said as his head lowered down to my ear. "Now what could that mean, little missy? Was your cutie mark naughty? Were you a little whorse~?!" He laughed again.

I couldn't answer... Because I didn't know. I honestly had no clue what my cutie mark was. I didn't know what to say. But his hoof rubbed against my flank. I started panicking. I felt a tingling feeling in my horn, I... I felt this plenty of times before. I wasn't sure what was about to happen, but I knew somepony was going to get hurt.

The two lackies as well as some other voices started whispering and gasping. Something was happening. I was doing something. I felt my body lift above the cold ground, and any hooves that were touching me, draw back in surprise. My limbs were dragged into the air by my own magic. but I could see nothing. my eyes still hurt to much to look, but I wanted to see what I was going to do.

I heard a crunch. Like a large rock was moved out of a place it was set to be, or a wall was removed from it's building. The next thing I knew, I heard screaming, and the sounds of crunching bones. The scent of blood started to fill the air around me and I heard the boss's hooves running away. He yelled out to me. "I'll get you for this, you damn Straight Saddle!".

Then there was silence. I landed on my hooves. I stood there until I could open my eyes again. (which was a good 3 minutes or so) I looked to see the dead bodies of quite a few stallions. Skulls all crushed by bricks, which by the looks of things, I got from a nearby wall. Blood was contained for the most part. other than a few splatters. I shook the situation off, put on my now red, pants, and started walking. This was just something that happened. That was often the mentality of ponies here. if something bad happened, then it happened, and there was no use thinking about it anymore.

I walked more. I was startled by it. I had gone about another half-mile and then I bumped into a mare. She was green, with a gray mane. And she looked enraged. "Watch where you're going, you idiot filly! You could have ruined my posture! I'm sure that I will have a VERY strict word with your parents, young lady!" I just glared at her, as if to say, 'You don't know what I've been through today, bitch!'

She scoffed and walked away, and as she passed by, I noticed her cutie mark. It was a skull. A pony's skull...

I immediately ran straight to the school to get away from her. I wasn't about to deal with that shit today. When I got there. I hid in a bush. I did this every now and then. I'd go off to the school just to look at all the happy or sad ponies. I never wanted anything more. I didn't expect to find friends. Or love. Nothing like that. I just liked watching the ponies hang out there on weekends. Oddly enough, it was a popular hang out area on weekends. probably because of all of the benches, and hiding places for couples, druggies, or bodies... I didn't enjoy what the ponies did as much as I enjoyed the ponies themselves.

I often observed as they followed routines. Just as I did. I didn't like routines. Not that I would change mine. But that's what routines are, isn't it? Just ruts dug into the ground. and you get so used to them that you decide change is too much for you to handle.

I decided to go home after about half an hour. The ponies weren't interesting today. When I got out of the bush, I was face to face with a pegasus colt. He was about my age, and he had these really large eyes. They were HUGE! Amber in color. His body was gray, with a yellow mane. It kinda clashed. I loved that. The fact that his colors were so odd. He looked quite cute as far as body form goes. He didn't say anything, he only looked at me with those huge eyes of his. After a good ten seconds, his wings extended with a loud "POMF" they were great wings, but that was beside the point. His large wings becoming erect at the sight of me was both flattering and creepy at the same time. I couldn't help but blush though. This cute colt was aroused by my mere presence. I'd never seen that happen before. My lack of a cutie mark wasn't showing, so he couldn't have assumed anything dirty. It was just purely my looks.

My horn glowed and a few twigs behind me started to rise as I was flowing with infatuation and embarrassment. He was like a metaphor for lack of routine. A destruction of the status quo. I wouldn't have said that out loud though. I snapped out of my trance and began walking away without a word between us. I decided that after all the stuff I went through to get here, I'd just run home. I didn't want to spend more time out in the open.

When I made it home, I smiled. 'Just as I left it. I hope Aunt Heart wasn't worried about me. I can take care of myself.' I walked inside, and nopony was there. I got worried. 'They must've gone looking for me. I'm in huge trouble. I have to get stuff out of my room, and play it off like a surprise party or something.' I walked into my room, the lights were off, and the shades were down. 'That's odd...' I thought.

I turned on the light, and gasped. The room was full of blood. The entrails of my Aunt and Uncle were strewn about like streamers at some sick party. On the wall, there was writing in blood. "Your turn" it read.

"Oh Celestia no!" I saw the bodies of my aunt and uncle at the foot of my bed. Gutted, missing some bones. In my aunt's case this included a skull aswell as a leg. My uncle was missing a jaw, and his ribs. I ran to the bodies. My hooves splashed in the pool of blood, I slipped and fell right next to them. "W-why?.... Why would anypony.... What drove them to... Oh, goddess NO!" I cried. I screamed and my horn glowed.The closet opened, and I saw the missing bones aswell as my aunt's brain, which was in small chunks fall out. I used my magic, I knew it was in vain, but out of instinct, I began putting them back together. From under my bed, the vitals of my fallen relatives came out and began placing themselves in their respective bodies, with my magic guiding them. With a yellow glow that my powers create, the intestinal streamers flew into the body at great speeds. the bones were placed in aswell. My futile efforts to reconstruct the lives that were lost in my room were ill conceived and sick. I molded the chunks of brain into and uneducated ball and placed it in the skull of my fallen dearest mother figure. I mended the skin and the wounds and stood up.

"Wake up..." I shook their now reconstructed bodies with my hooves and great force. "WAKE UP!" I screamed naively. "WAKE UP AUNT HEART! TELL ME A STORY! UNCLE THINKING! READ THE PAPER. WAKE UP AND GO BACK TO WHAT YOU ALWAYS DO!" I cried. I sobbed. There was nothing I could do. I began realizing that. My horn glowed and my room was taken by that yellow glow that had cursed me to no end that day. I looked to the ceiling. "GIVE THEM BACK! I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME! GIVE THEM BACK, DAMN YOU! I KNOW YOU'RE UP THERE!" No voice from the sky came to console me though. No great pony of power. No Celestia, no Luna, nopony. Nopony cared what happened to the ponies in poor Fillydelphia. Nopony cared who died that day.

The walls around me started bulging outward. within a few seconds, the room had comepletely exploded. and there was only a hole in the house, where I once slept.

It may have been rash... But what would you have done?