I was standing in front of the mirror in my room, looking at myself. I had dirty-blonde hair with a leather jacket on with a white t-shirt underneath. I wore black finger-less gloves, that perfectly matched my leather jacket. I had on blue jeans and black shoes. I heard someone, or somepony walk in.
“Who is it?” I yelled from my room.
“It's Austin.” He yelled back.
I walked out of my room and walked to him. He had brown hair with the face of Piers Nevans (from Resident Evil 6. same haircut, too), a black t-shirt, black jeans, and black-and-white sneakers.
“Hey Austin. How's it going?” I asked, smiling at him.
“Pretty good, Cam.” He replied. “You?”
“Same.” I replied. “How's the others?”
“They're good. They left to get something to eat.” He told me.
“Okay.” I walked out, looking around me. Same old Ponyville, full of joy. Y'know, I wish Earth was this way, instead of a bunch of jerks. You know what I mean? I walked around Ponyville. Then I saw Nick, Andrew, Dillon, and Dominic. I walked to them.
“Hey, Cam!” Andrew said. He was the tallest of the five of us. He had a muscle shirt on with blue jeans and white sneakers. His hair was short and curly. Yeah, I know most of us wear blue jeans. I find it odd, too. I just get used to it.
“Hey, Andrew. What are you guys getting?” I asked them.
“Still deciding on it.” Dillon answered, in his usual quiet tone. He was as tall as my chest. And I am about the height of Andrew's chest! Dillon had on a blue long-sleeved shirt with dark-blue jeans and blue sneakers. His hair was wavy and was high above his eyebrows.
“Yeah, we're not sure.” Dominic spoke up. He was about as tall as Dillon, but an inch smaller. Dominic was the smallest in the group. He has Mexican skin (I had to say it because if I said he was “black-and-white”, you'd think he's a penguin). Dominic has on a black muscle shirt with blue jeans and black sneakers. His hair was blonde and was very short.
“I have food in my house, ya know.” I told them.
“Oh, okay. Didn't know.” Nick replied. Nick was as tall as me. He had a bunch of freckles on his face. He wore a black-and-gold shirt with tan jeans and yellow sneakers. His hair was dark-blonde and was so long that it covered his eyebrows.
“Come on.” I told them, as I walked with them to my house. They walked in.
“Hey Cam, you coming?” I heard Austin ask.
“No thanks. I'll be walking around town.” I told him, and I closed the door. I walked for a while, and decided to sit in an alley to take a break. I saw a few shadows stretch from behind and turned around. They looked like the diamond dogs, but weren't really “diamond”, if you know what I mean. They were just normal (not ordinary) dogs. They walked to me.
“Need a haircut, kid?” He said, as he slowly began to walk from me. I slowly backed off, feeling very threatened. He sounded menacing. Then suddenly, one of his friends tackled me and pinned me down. I struggled and tried to break free, but to no avail. The same dog pulled out a switchblade and held it to my throat.
“How about a nice haircut right here?” He said, as he smiled. I began to yell and shout, for anyone. I heard one of them say “Shut him up, for Celestia's sake! Shut him up!”, and I felt a handkerchief being shoved in my mouth, muffling my screams. I closed my eyes tight, hoping this will stop. But I heard fast footsteps, with shouts and swears. I opened my eyes, and saw all five of my friends on top of a vehicle they came from, grabbing the dogs from the windows and trying to pull them out. But the dogs began to drive away, and my friends ran to me.
“Holy hell, Cam!” Austin grabbed me. I looked at him.
“Wh-What's wrong?” I asked him. He pointed to my throat. I lightly touched my throat with my fingers, and held my fingers in front of me. My fingers had blood smeared on them. I saw Andrew kneel down before me.
“Cameron, did they pull a blade on you?” He asked me, sounding very worried.
“Yeah.” I nodded, looking away, trying to hold back tears. Never, in my life, have I been jumped.
“Hey.” Andrew said quietly, as he turned my head at him. He put his hand on my shoulder. “It's okay. They won't hurt you anymore.”
They carried me inside and cleaned me up. Hopefully, those dogs will leave me alone.
I just laid on the couch, not saying a single word. I heard the door open and looked to see who it was. It was Fluttershy.
“Cameron!” She looked at me, with tears in her eyes. She ran up to me and hugged me. “What happened!?”
“I-I'm okay, Fluttershy.” I answered, hugging back.
“No, you're not!” She cried. “Your throat...you're cut!”
I held her close.
“I'll be okay, Fluttershy.” I told her. “I'm glad that you're safe.” We just sat on the couch. Fluttershy was crying in my chest, worried sick about me. I kissed her. “Don't worry, Fluttershy. I'll be okay.”
“A-Are you sure?” She looked at me, with her beautiful eyes.
“Yeah.” I nodded, smiling at her. She smiled back, with tears still in her eyes. I wiped the tears away, and looked into her eyes. “The only thing that matters to me is that you're okay.”
She smiled and hugged me. I held her close to me.
“I need to go now and walk with my friends. I'll meet Dillon at the park. My other friends said that they'll be in a party at Sugarcube Corner.” I told her.
“Okay, Cameron.” She said. I walked out and went to Dillon at the park.
“Hey Cameron.” He greeted me, in his quiet tone.
“Hello, Dillon.” I said to him. We began to walk to the jungle gym (they're normally called “monkey bars”) and sat on top of it. We talked and I noticed a vehicle driving towards us. It was the same one that the dogs drove away! Dillon looked very nervous.
“Should we split?” He asked me.
“Stay cool.” I said, when I looked at him. Then I looked at the vehicle, which stopped in front of us. Four dogs came out, stumbling.
“They're drunk!” I whispered to Dillon.
“So, are these the punks..” One of them began, “...whose friends tried to harm us?”
“Y-You're out of your territory!” Dillon said to them. “Y-You better watch it!”
“No, kid, you better watch it!” One of them said. I looked at Dillon and nodded. We slowly climbed off and looked at them.
“You know what humans are?” The tall one asked. “Weird creatures with weird feet!” He flung some drops of alcohol at us, and the others laughed. Cringing my teeth in anger, I spoke up.
“You know what a dog is?” I asked them.
“What?” The tall one asked.
“Weird creatures with strange tails!” I answered. Unable to think of any other comeback, I spat at them.
“Get him!” The tall one yelled, as Dillon and I ran. The tall one grabbed me and threw me to the ground. He wrapped his paws around my neck and began to strangle me. I struggled and kept trying to get him off, but to no avail. The darkness slowly overcame me.
When my vision faded in, I saw Dillon with a switchblade in his hand, shaking violently. He looked like he was close to tears.
“I-I-I killed him.” He said, his voice shaking as badly as his body. “I-I-I killed that dog.” I looked behind me and saw the dog, one of his paws on the stab wound that was on his chest, blood dripping from his mouth. I looked at Dillon's switchblade. The blade was dark to the hilt. I got up.
“Y-You really did kill him, huh?” I asked him. He slowly looked at me and nodded.
“What were you thinking, Dillon?” I almost yelled at him.
“Listen, Cameron!” He stood up and looked at me. “They were about to KILL you! They would've killed you!”
“What happened to the others?” I asked him.
“Th-They ran off, when I stabbed him.” He said, as he wiped the blade on the ground, trying to remove the blood from it. “Let's got to Nick. He'll help us.”
“Okay.” I replied, as we headed for Sugarcube Corner.
