Scarecrow: The story of a hero.

"BLANK FLANK!" Scootaloo snapped awake, her head sideways on her desk. She looked forward to where the insult originated, to see the chest of the annoying Diamond Tiara in front of her. She sighed and rubbed an eye, Looking up at the annoying pink one.

"What do you want NOW?" She said, irritated.

"The bell rang four minutes ago! Or do you wanna hide from your worthless-ness some more?" Her voice laughed with its stuck up cackle. Scootaloo cringed at the very sound of it.

"Please, for the love of Celestia, shut up!" She snapped, standing. Her anger was in vain, as her tired face just gave off a small annoyance. Diamond Tiara only cackled more as she got out of her desk and made her way from the door. Pushing past the door, she was hit by an ambush of other students rushing out of the school, pushing her aside into the mud. Several other fillies and colts laughed as they passed, but most just passed her. As she got up, she slipped and fell into the mud again, her face planting into the wet dirt. As she got up a second time, she was greeted yet again by the pick furred chest of Diamond Tiara, who nearly spoke before Scootaloo interrupted.

"And don't even TRY to insult me more, Tiara. It's bad enough i have to see you in the first place" She sighed tiredly as Diamond Tiara smirked, giving her cruel response

"Well, pardon ME, Little Miss Failure. I was JUST trying to help, but if I must not insult...Then this is enough" Diamond pushed her hard, straight into the mud before giving a hard punch to the chest, knocking the wind from her. She laughed her cackling laugh, walking away as Scootaloo lie there, her chest in severe pain, as well as her mental state...or what was left of it. After a moment, she stood up, going to her scooter.

As she stood on its wooden board, gripping the handle bars tight, she felt her emotions start to catch fire. Rage filled her very being as she sped off towards Sweet Apple Acres, the residence of her friend Apple Bloom. As she went, passing Sugarcube Corner, she sped faster and faster, closing her eyes as teared started to drain from her. She was so angry, she couldnt even tell how fast she was going...until, suddenly, she flung forward, tumbling on the hard ground. She slid far to th crest of a hill, where she ended upright. She looked down the steep hill and gasped, a bit woozy from the tumble, spinning and height of the possible fall. As she looked on, she felt the ground shift. As she was ready to move, the ground gave way, sending her fare down the hill. She tumbled yet again, her scooter close by. She hit the bottom on her back, her vision going black quickly.

"Ohh, my head.." Scootaloo said, her eyes blinking open as pain flooded her body. Her back ached, her wings sore, and her head as well. She looked around for a second as she lay on her back, her vision blurred. She blinked a few times before her full vision returned, and the sight she saw made her feel only worse. She scooter was in pieces, the handle bars next to a pony skull.

After a few moments, realization struck her as she jumped at the sight of the skull. As she looked at it more, she noticed a little red tag on the nose. It was a Nightmare Night decoration. The skull, which was, of course, made of plastic, had a dark colored gas mask on it. It looked old and worn, but Scootaloo's curiosity had caught her as she picked it up and examined it. The straps were a black elastic, and the interior was brand new. Soon, her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon talking on top of the hill. Scootaloo dove behind a large rock, panting a bit.

"Huh? I'm SURE she fell down here" Silver Spoon said, looking around the sunken ground on the top of the hill.

"Yeah, right. She's too much of a chicken to be down there" She chuckled to herself. Soon, hoofsteps heading away from the hill signaled their leave, and Scootaloo sighed in releif. She looked at the mask and looked around, finding an older saddle pack. She placed the mask, as well as the parts for her scooter, into the bag and climbed up the hill, careful not to fall again. Once she reached the top, she looked around and made her way toward her own home, trotting quickly as not to be seen by either of the brat twins. As she reached the front door of her home, as well as Rainbow Dash's, she turned the handle with a strange ease, as if it had turned on its own in her hoof. The door opened to reveal Rainbow Dash herself, with a worried look on her face. Once she saw her, She smiled, Hugging the filly

"Oh sweet Celestia, thank goodness you're home! I was getting worried!" She let go and gasped, looking over the dirty and bruised filly "Oh my goodness Scootaloo, What HAPPENED to you!?"

"Oh, uhh...I fell down a hill" She said, flatly

"Oh...Well, I gotta head to practice. Make sure you do your homework, 'Kay? Cheerilee called today, and I don't need to hear another, got it?"

"Yeah yeah, sure. I'll be here if you need me" She hurried past her guardian, straight to her room. Rainbow Dash stood there, confused at the sight before flying off. Scootaloo hurried into her room, throwing the bag onto her bed before opening it. As she unzipped the bag, a sulfuric odor filled the room, as if a match had been lit. She coughed and held her nose, wave her hoof to move the terrible smell away. She opened a window to let some fresh air in, but not much helped. After a few moments, she had gotten used to it enough to go into the bag, taking out the gas mask to examine it. She looked at the purification chambers at its sides, which were stained a dark grey, and its mask piece, which was stained a pure black. She looked over the insides, which looked brand new.

She thought to herself, looking over it. As she thought, she placed the mask onto her muzzle, putting it on. Suddenly, the straps snapped around her head, as if they had a mind of their own, and tightened the mask onto her muzzle and face. She screamed, and tried to pull the mask off, but it was too tight to even budge. Her screams came out as muffled shouts, her voice splitting and cracking as she screamed. She reached behind and tried to pull on the straps, but her hooves could not even find where they were. She was paniking, and quickly realized that she was running out of air. She gasped and choked, feeling an unknown gas enter her mouth within the mask, causing her eyes to tear up in pain. The gas burned her throat, making her choke even more. She held her throat, gasping for oxygen she felt herself getting weaker. She looked toward the ceiling as her muscled relaxed. She gasped one final time before shutting her eyes slowly, her head falling on its side as she released her breath one last time.