Never Leave Me

I live my life happy along with my friends. We share our dreams and desires. Our goals and ambitions. We all share one thing though. The hate for Troy Gordon. I'm Zach Butchfield, and I have finally come to my realization. I'm a closet brony and wish for it to remain that way. But, I tell you my story.

I was just talking with some of my friends when Troy had come up on us. My friends all had very convincing aliases...but that wasn't a skill I had.

"So, which one of you dumbasses stole my stuff, huh?" Troy said lumbering over us.

"I was in Ms.Firna's, in detention yesterday so I didn't take it. I swear." Mark said. It was actually true.

"I went home early. Had an appointment. So lay off me Troy." Jeff said. It was partly true. He just wanted to go home though.

"I was getting mugged outside yesterday after school. Damn bastards stole almost everything." Dean said.He obviously lied ,but Troy seemed to take it with a laugh.

"It wasn't me so don't get all in my face, Troy." I instantly regretted my words and got a punch to the face in the now empty halls. My friends had all ran fast towards the principal's office. I was still getting my ass whooped at the time. I fell on the ground hard and rolled to the side, moving out of the way of his punch. I was useless without some kind of melee weapon. Until I got my hands on one I would be screwed. And the Principal's office was all the way on the other side of the school. I got a knee in my gut which released all my breath. I saw that the Janitor still had his stuff out of the cleaning closet so I started to crawl over there slowly. It was about five feet off when Troy grabbed my leg and tried hauling me up. I acted fast using my arms I managed to kick him in his face. That made him drop me. I scrambled to my feet grabbed the metal mop and broke the mop part off. Now it was just a hollow pipe. As he ran toward me blood coming down his face from the kick, I moved to the right when he was about to tackle me. Using the mop as a sword I brought it down on his neck.It hit the major artery their, making him stunned. I didn't know what drove me to hit there, it was like I knew where to direct my blows. I then proceeded to knock the hell out of him until the mop broke. By then I got in a couple swings. I then began running like hell to the principal's office. I ran into my friends along the way.

"You look horrible dude. Your nose is bleeding like hell." Dean said.

"Young man what is going on!?" the principal shouted at Troy.

"This guy here stole my stuff." Troy said pointing to me.He had bruises all over his back and one on the back of his neck. None of them could be seen.

"I didn't you assumed such. Then you proceeded to try to whip the shit out of me!" I shouted back at him.

"Troy let me speak with you for a moment in my office. You boys can go on ahead. Zach, you have a warning for suspension or expellation." the principal said.

It was already the end of the day and as we were all walking home I spoke up.

"Guys...I realize something." I said in a dreadful voice.

"What?"Mark inquired.

"Why do we struggle?All of us is going to die one day.Everything will be gone.So why the hell do we try to survive?" I said loudly.

"Dude, chill." Jeff said patting me on the back, but I shrugged him off.

"I was staring Death in the eyes...I could have well died from a good uppercut. I know Troy was planning it." I said.

"He might of. But, still there is a reason we struggle. To be with the ones we love. Our friends and family." Dean responded saying it like a sage.

"Yea...But, one day that won't be there...I'm not gonna see you all for a very long time." I said as I bolted from the group to my house.

I was always faster than them. I was fastest in my school no one could keep up with me. I was fast at everything, had smarts but, lacked most physical strength. They called to me, but I ignored them. All I could focus on was being alone.

I arrived at my house. I went in and ran up to my room and pulled my laptop up onto my lap. I pulled up Microsoft Word. I began to record my thoughts down of this ugly truth. When I finished, I saved the document, closed it, then put my laptop into sleep mode. I decided to go to bed early. I woke up had breakfast and got the sword. I started to train in my open living room. I did nothing else that day.

The third day in a row I stayed home I had visitors. I was training with the sword and had the armor on. It surprisingly fit me perfect. I felt compelled to keep training with it, but I didn't know why. I heard a window upstairs break. I walked quietly upstairs and pushed open my door. I saw nothing. I did the same with the bathroom as well. I opened my parent's room up. Before I laid my hand on it, it opened. I froze and gripped the sword tight. I was staring down the barrel of a pistol. I bolted down the hall way, the armor making a lot of clashing noise. I ran down the stairs and heard someone following me. I decided enough running. I turned to see...

"TROY! What the hell!?" I shouted.

"Miss me? I am going to get you back now for what you did...so hold still." Troy said with a smile as he pointed the pistol to my head while I had the helmet on.

He fired and to me it seemed things went slower. For some reason, my body told me the bullet was an arrow that I could easily cut with the sword. I don't know where I got the idea, but I positioned the blade in the middle of the bullet and charged forth. The bullet was cut in two and bent their direction. They made two half circle holes in the wall behind me. I saw Troy look scared as he started to climb the staircase. I kept running and grabbed his leg as it was on a higher step. I pulled with all my might and he fell and came tumbling down the short climb he made. He created a thud as he landed on his back. He then pointed the pistol to my forehead. I froze once more.

"How the hell did you do that!?" Troy yelled at me,"Doesn't matter because now...you're dead." He squeezed the trigger but as he did so I moved my arm fast and swatted it away.

He then had a look of fear rather than malice. I brought down the sword gripping it in both my hands as I pierced his chest and punctured his heart. I knew where his was exactly, this stunned me. He died out a moment later. I heard a knock on the door. I looked in to see who it was. It was as I thought Mark, Dean, and Jeff. I let them in. I had the bloodied sword in my hand and they saw it then Troy as they walked in.

"What the hell, man?! Why would you kill him!?" Dean snapped.

"He was trying to kill me...at gun-point." I responded and they all knew that it sounded like Troy," We should get him to the lake and dump him before someone finds out, I do not feel like dealing with legal stuff right now."

" Alright...Jeff could you ge-"Mark was about to ask Jeff.

" Get my pickup? sure" He then ran off down the street towards his house. I let the others in.

" So, where is this gun?" Dean asked as he and Mark looked over Troy.

" I swatted it from his hand before he shot." I pointed at the wall that was sitting between the couch and TV.

" I guess we're good since you are alive...and that bastard is dead." Mark said and poked troy with his foot.

" Yea, he won't be back anytime soon....I pierced his heart." I said as I heard Jeff pull up. We all went to the door and opened it. Right there was his pickup, the back end facing us.

" Load him up." Jeff said,"fast."

We didn't talk at all and just picked up Troy and threw him in the back along with a powerful water sprayer. We also placed the gun back there. Jeff went to dump him in the lake and clean the blood off from his truck while we stayed and started to clean the blood stains. I had already cleaned the sword and my armor off and set it back and joined cleaning the blood off the floor. We finished early and said our goodbyes since my parents would probably be home. Just before I started up the stairs after they all left I heard a crack of lightning in the back yard. The sky was clear which was very unordinary. I went into the backyard and there I saw the best thing that had ever happened to me.