NOW I'M PISSED

“OH NO THE HELL THEY DON’T!!!” I broke out into a run, surprising Donna as I practically flew through the western-style doors of the pub. Once outside, I was greeted to a blinding glare from the sun, which made me stop and adjust my eyes because it was painful to see. After ten seconds, I jumped off the patio and scanned the surrounding area for any trace of the dogs and Sunset Shimmer.

I scanned the area in front of me, not seeing any trace of the mare or her captors. Then I looked to the right and saw nothing but more buildings and rings of hard dirt ro-

“THE FOREST!!!” I yelled out in realization, breaking of into my breakneck pace of sprinting. My legs and chest heaved with pressure as I realized that the ground underneath the buildings had to be solid enough to not corrode away. Which means that I would've heard the dogs digging the moment I got outside. Since I didn’t, then that means they’re still running towards a suitable digging spot. And since the ground in Stonehaven is too hard....

“NOW YOU FUCKED UP!!! WHEN I CATCH YOU ASSHOLES, YOU’RE GONNA WISH I BEHEADED YOU IN THE PUB!!!” These motherfuckers haven’t messed with Dragon-Thingy suffering from extreme fits of aggression and anger! And the fact that these failed abortions think they can get away with one of my friends is almost as bad as thinking you can outrun a tsunami on foot!

“SILAS WAIT!!! SILAAAAASSS!!!”

The hell if I’m stopping now Donna! Once these bastards find a suitable digging spot, Sunset will be gone forever! FUCK! THAT! I'ma grab at least one of those sons of bitches!

“THERE YOU ARE!!!” I roared in supreme fury. The dogs were remarkably slow and unorganized with their escape plan. I could see about fifteen of them, all running in a small cluster away from me and Stonehaven. I was catching up to them quickly.

I lept over a tree stump, rolling out of my landing an kicking back up to full speed as I added more force in each of my steps. If I was gaining before, then I’m pretty sure I’d blow past them if I kept up this pace. The dogs were probably fifty feet ahead of me give or take, but at the rate that I was running, I was quickly dissolving their lead by five feet every three seconds.

“DRAGON BAD!!! DRAGON BAD!!!” One of the Diamond Dogs yelled in terror, to which I roared at in fury when I noticed he was carrying Sunset Shimmer......

...........BY HER FUCKING HORN!!!!????

“PUT THE PONY DOWN AND I’LL MAKE IT QUICK AND PAINLESS!!! DON’T FUCK WITH ME!!!” The log Sunset and I stepped over earlier was shattered by a powerful kick from me, to which some of the wood shot forward and actually nailed a Diamond Dog in the head. He stumbled, giving me a chance to finally catch one of the fuckers!!!

“YOU’RE MINE!!!!!!” I was on him in fucking seconds! He was big and burly, with a large lump coming off the back of his head. Dressed in a ripped black sleeveless vest and a belt with a dagger on the left side of his hip. The dog reminded me of a greyhound.

I jumped on his grounded form, just as he was getting up. Both of my hands clasped his right ankle, to which he tried taking out his dagger and killing me. I was smarter.

....And seeing red.

I quickly yanked the leg, sending the dagger flying as his body went horizontal to the ground before he slapped his face upon it. Doing that felt way easier than what I expected it to be, but I quickly shrugged it off.

I dropped my left hand from his shin as I pulled it back further with my right hand. The dog dug his claws into the ground and opted to try and shake and kick me off. This only served to piss me off further because he brought back the memory of me almost beating that kid to death with a textbook.

I stood in front of the double-doors leading into the lunchroom, waiting on my best friend since middle school. Her name is Cassandra, but her friends and I call her 'Cassy'.

She was about five-seven in height, with only a hundred pounds on her body. I think there was a little 'change' in that hundred, but I can't be bothered to remember every little detail about every single one of my friends.

"Justin," I heard her voice clearly. As I turned my head to view her body, I quickly felt my cheeks flush. Why did she pick today to where her black leggings!? Her 'Peace' shirt was hanging a little low, showcasing the cleavage of her petite breasts minutely. She had a blue denim jean jacket on, and her rectangular glasses held true to her nose, "Why aren't you eating lunch?"

She stopped before me, looking at my eyes with a face of complete confusion. Her black, mop-like, curly hair that fell to just about shoulder-length obscuring mist of her light-skinned neck.

"Oh, um, I was actually waiting for you. I thought maybe we could each lunch in the second cafeteria upstairs, since I caught wind that there was gonna be a fight today in this one." I jutted a thumb at the all-white doors separating the hallway and us from the cafeteria.

"Oh. I actually can't," Her face became hurt for a moment, "Dom's waiting for me in there, and if I don't show up, he'll begin to think I'm avoiding him on purpose. I don't understand why he's so clingy." Cassandra explained with a shrug of indifference as my world came crashing down.

**"Since when did Dominick and Cassandra start dating!? All that nigga does is dance, and he dropped out school so that he could pursue that career! Did he re-enroll here!?"* I thought angrily as Cassandra was making headway towards the door.*

I had to stop being a wimp with that woman!

My hand grabbed hers just before she opened the door. Cassandra turned around and gave me a face of utter confusion.

The brain is a miraculous thing that likes to hide what you did until you feel embarrassed for doing it. My hand left hers, and I cleared my throat unnecessarily loud. It was either now or never!

"Cassy, I've always li-"

"Faggot-Ass Brony!" I stopped instantly, my confession that was brewing for five long years terminated by that one phrase alone. Cassy knows what that word is, as much as she's on the internet. Her face was one of pure shock as I began backing up towards the only guy with that deep-ass voice in my school.

"You're a Brony, Justin!? That's..."

The rest of her sentence was tuned out as I slowly turned around to view the man who said that. He was about my height, which is six foot, and was wearing a red and black varsity jacket over a red Lacoste polo. He had on a pair of tan boots and black denim pants. We often joked that Will should have his own shade of black in the Crayola crayon box.

"Y....You're so dead..." I breathed out in growing anger as I slid off my book bag and reached inside for the biggest textbook I had. My mind was filling with violent and vulgar depictions of me resting a foot over the mush-like body of Will. The jock put his hand on his hips and smiled.

"Aww! He's upset! Or you could be doing your homework at last mi-" He didn't finish as the spine of a thousand-paged science textbook slammed itself in between his eyes. Will recoiled in pain, but he didn't have that long of a pause before I slammed into him with my shoulder, sending us both to the ground.

The textbook was on my left, so I picked it up and just kept slamming his face with it. He put up his hands to protect himself, but I would make sure to use the spine on his fingers to get him to move them. Cassandra ran into the lunchroom to get help, and Will was screaming in pain as I kept raining down blows with the book.

I heard his nose snap once or twice before his body went limp, which was about the time a hall monitor scooped me off of his body. I was growling, pushed over the edge by having my secret outed like that. Especially in front of the woman I loved.

The diamond dog's right leg slammed into my stomach a couple of times, but my adrenaline was too high for me to actually feel it.

"JUST STOP MOVING!!!" I roared as I straightened his leg again and raised my own leg, then brought it forcefully down on the dog’s inverted knee.

*SNAP! CRACK!!!!*

My foot had successfully pushed the dog’s knee through the joint.The dog let out a painful yip and whine as I picked him up by his uninjured leg and threw him against one of the plentiful trees to my left.

His back thudded and cracked the tree’s bark, forming black lightning-shaped marks across the impact point. He looked like he was in an absurd amount of pain, whining with his eyes closed as tears and snot mattered the fur around his eyes and nose.

“Where the fuck did they take her, bitch!?” I asked with nary a care if God himself was watching what I was going to do next.

The dog was just breathing rapidly and quickly, both of his hands grasping the area around his wound as he hyperventilated. Each exhale delivered some spit into the air through his clenched teeth as he tried fighting the pain. He was obviously getting his ass whooped.

“Me....don’t k-know!”

“WRONG ANSWER!!!” I unsheathed my katana but kept it blunt as I shoved it harshly into his open fracture, earning a howl of renowned pain. I kept it in there as he flailed his arms in desperation and agony. “NOW WHERE DID THEY FUCKING TAKE HER!!!” He opened an eye minutely, looking me in my pissed-off face.

The dog was hyperventilating again, but it was controlled and didn’t seem dangerous. “Me....M-me do....don’t know!”

*ROOOOAAAAAAARRRRRR!!!*

You think I was seeing red before!? Hell, I could taste the color red now!!!

“WRONG. ANSWER!!!” I removed the sword on ‘Wrong’ and slapped him with it across the mouth demonically on ‘Answer’.  His head snapped to the left as I struck the right side of his face. I cracked his lower jaw and sent nearly five teeth, including both his canines, out of his mouth with a glob of blood following the movement. My sword then found his leg again as I stuck it back into the gaping orifice, getting yet another pained yelp and some sobs as he began crying.

"FUCK YOUR FEELINGS!!!"

“You think this is a fucking GAME!!!??? Do you WANT to play fetch with your FUCKING FEMUR!!!??? NO!!!??? Then start TALKING!!!!!!!” I was practically roaring in his ears by now, my voice surprisingly not becoming hoarse.

The dog was saying something, but it was slurred because of his broken jaw. “Warrensh crowsh! I....Tchake ou! No mou! No mou....” He kept repeating what sounded like ‘no more’ for a while before passing out. It’s a good thing I know how to speak broken jaw, or I probably would’ve killed him.

Seeing as how my anger is now longer needed, I tried fighting it back using the mantra form my anger management classes.

“Warm Spring...Cold Winter...Warm Spring...Cold Winter...” And I kept repeating it mentally, feeling my anger ebb away slowly.

I looked back at my handiwork with a pleased smile. It felt good...interrogating him like that. My methods were effective enough to get him to talk, and I guess all I have to do is wait for him to wake back up.

*Growl!*

I placed a hand on my stomach, feeling it rumble beneath my appendage. I let out a dissatisfied sigh as I sat down next to the dog, grabbing as much as the tree as I could for support. About five minutes later the form of Donna came through the foliage.

“There you are! I was looking for-AHHHH!!!” She yelled and jumped back in fear at the sight in front of her.

The dog’s head was resting upon my right shoulder, blood dripping from it’s mouth onto the ground as its wound on its leg matted the leg fur a dark red. He was still knocked out, but he would grimace and wince every time the common fly would land on the exposed bone poking through his left leg.

“What....He...You...WHAT HAPPENED!!??” Donna asked, completely baffled at the sight before her. I saw her face drop down to look at the wound on the Diamond Dog’s leg, making her retch and swallow some bile that had come up. I could hear her gag on her own stomach nectar....blegh.

“Shhh.” I held a finger to my lips as I reprimanded her playfully. “I got you a puppy.” I sassed with a glare.

“That’s not funny! He needs medical attention or his wound could get infected!” Donna exclaimed with a frown on her face. I chuckled darkly.

“Who cares?” I responded dismissively as I waved a hand at her. “I know I don’t. And he’ll definitely feel like talking if he learns that his life’s in danger. I also wasn’t trying to be funny, I meant it. You’re to stay with him in case he tries to wake up, Agent Donna. While I.....” I trailed off, keeping the letter hanging in the air as I got yo my full height and began walking away. “.....Get some grub. I’m fucking starving, and the smell of that guy’s blood is slowly driving me insane.”

I had to add some volume to my voice in order for her to catch that last part.

“I’m not watch-”

“OH YES YOU ARE!!! NOW DON’T MAKE ME COME BACK THERE!!!” I snapped angrily at Donna. She’s not even trying to earn my trust back! And now she thinks that I’m gonna listen to what she wants to do while my friend could be slaving away in the mines!?

“YOU’RE CRAZY IF YOU THINK I’M STAYING HERE!!!”

" YOU'LL BE DIGGING YOUR OWN GRAVE IF YOU LEAVE!!! YOU’RE WAIST DEEP IN THE SHIT NOW, CONSIDERING YOU LIED TO ME IN THE PUB!!! NOW YOU’RE GONNA HELP ME FIND MY FRIEND, OR I’M GONNA FEED YOU YOUR OWN OVARIES!!!” I roared in anger again as I turned around to where I just left.

And it was quiet.

Fucking right.

I turned around and tried looking for something something to eat in this goddamn forest.

“Please be okay, Sunset..."