The Record Friction Chronicles:A new beginning

Chapter 1

New found strength

Record Friction was born on an early mid-winter morning in the city of Manehatten. Record was a light gray unicorn, with a black on blue mane, and a tri-spiked tail. His eyes were an elegant crimson that look ominous when in a dark room.
Growing up Record didn't have many friends in school. Mostly because other fillies would make fun of him for his grades and would think he was unintelligent or because he didn't socialize enough. His grades showed that he was a "just passing" student. Record didn't care about school because he saw it as a waste of his life. He was very smart but he was just very lazy, and didn't put all of his effort out there. But there was one thing Record did pay attention to. Music. Record loved music with all of his life, it was also the only class where he would look his teach in the eyes with hope and excitement, and not an evil "I'm gonna eat your heart in your sleep" glare.
A few years later he got the news that his mother and father were going to be having another filly. His parents were overjoyed when the found out they were getting another filly. It would give Record someone to play with when he would be down.
Record, however, didn't like that he was going to be getting a sibling. They didn't ask how he felt when they told him the news. He even felt like they didn't care about his opinion. He simply nodded his head and went upstairs to his room.
On the day of the fillies birth Record was in a major state of confusion. He didn't know why he wasn't allowed to see his mother when she was giving birth. But he didn't care until after he saw the new born filly. Resting in his mothers hooves was a beautiful white filly mare. Records mother looked at him and said calmly.

"What should we call her Record."

Record thought for a good ten minutes before finally coming up with a name. He took a deep breath and said slowly.

"How about... Vinyl scratch?"

"That sounds perfect." Said his father looking at vinyl.
Years have passed since that day however. Record was glad to have a sibling, and he protected his sister with his life. Record was still young at this point and he was still a blank flank. This was probably the only thing he was upset with at the time. He tried, for weeks, on different tactics to get his cutie mark. All of which had no success. One day he eventually gave up trying and proceeded on to have a normal life. It was only about a week after that his school was going to have a talent show. Record was in the grade level to audition for the show. He figured that it was now or never, to do what he wanted and not be afraid or choke up and become the laughing stock of Manehatten. He decided he would take the chance.
The next day Record walked out of the auditorium from school at exactly 3:15. The audition didn't go entirely how Record planned it, but he is in the talent show. However it was very strange. All he did was simply walk up on stage, and before he could say or do anything the teachers all looked at each other and nodded followed by:

"Your in Record, good luck in the talent show next week!"

Record was deeply confused, but he didn't care, he was also happy.
As he walked home from school he was stopped by one 2 of his older classmates. Butcher. An average height, over weight, unicorn with a cutie mark of a switchblade. And Brace a skinny, short, dimwitted pegasus, with a cutie mark of brass knuckles.

"Well well well...what do we have here?" Said butch with a wicked grin on his face. His companion spoke.

"Uh...butch that's the pipsqueak in our class, record friction!"

"I know that you idiot! It was called a rhetorical question!" Butcher responded. Record took a step back before speaking.
He knew what was going to happen, so he stood ready.

"What do you want butch?" Record was pushed back by butcher, knocking him to the ground.

"Oh nothing, just thought I would say... congratulations on getting in the talent show. Oh and that's butcher to you, you little brat!"

"Yeah, what he said!" Said the dimwitted sidekick.

"SHUT UP BRACE! Okay look Record I'm giving you this one warning now." Butch said as he used his magic to pull out a knife. "Give us all your assets, and we won't hurt you!"

Record got up. He decided enough was enough. He had been treated like a doormat for to long.

"No butch!" Said Record as he stomped his hoof on the ground. Record quickly got into a fighting stance. "I won't take this shit anymore from you!"

"Aww, look at the little pony trying to defend himself!" said butch before breaking out into a maniacal laughter. "I gave you a choice record...now it's time to pay!"

Butch charged at record full speed. Record dodged the attack thrown at him. Butch hit a brick wall nearby, and staggered as he got back to his hooves. Butch charged back swinging the knife in all directions, Record dodged most of them but those that did hit didn't didn't draw blood it only left a small scratch where it hit. Record the turned around and bucked Butch right in the face. Blood came dripping out of Butchers muzzle, and two of his teeth fell out. Brace came to Butches aid by lunging at Record. It was little hope as Record, having a huge adrenaline rush, caught brace in a magic field. Brace couldn't move. Record was done with games, he slowly began to slowly compress the field smaller, and smaller. Brace cried and begged for mercy as he heard a slight crunch noise. Brace continued to pleaded, cried, and shouted for mercy as record held him there pressing his bones in. But Record couldn't go through with it. He dispelled the magic field and Brace fell to the ground, Butch ran over next to him. Brace was breathing heavily, tears were flowing down his face. He took a few deep breathes before finally saying what sounded like "thank you record." and passing out. Butch picked up brace and put him on his back.

"Let's get out of here, this kids a pysco!" Said butch as he galloped off. Record was shocked at the power he had. He knelt down and said to himself.

"I have all this power inside me that I never knew...and I was going to use it to kill somepony. I'm...I'm a monster!" Record sat in guilt and depression for a while before getting up and going home. He knew he would be in trouble, not only for staying out late but also for what he almost did to Brace. As Record walked up to his house he stood for a moment on the steps, let out a big breathe of air, opened the front door, and walked inside.