Dreams

  This is but an intro to my story. Hellice, the other also goes by many other names, but he shall be Hellice for now.

  I, an ordinary 13 year old attending 8th grade, was.. Okay, not ordinary, but still, killing for fun isn't that bad... I mean, no one would miss a mosquito or two... Or like fifty, but they had it coming. And those toads. But that was all. I swear. Among my many talents, I was quite good at blending in with people, though I was a quiet person.

  Oh and I also was a Brony. I loved Twilight Sparkle, and her knowledge of everything, and her friends. I was jealous of her, really. Leave it to a little girls show to have the main character immediately become 'best buddies' with the first ponies she met in a completely different place from where she had lived. Like I said, I was good at blending in, but was only blending in, changing me to make them happy, not showing my true self. I had seen enough 'haters' to know what would happen. I wasn't about to wreck my 3 months of work, of me trying so hard to become one of them. But there was always a small hope inside me. I always thought that I was not alone, not the only Brony from the little town I lived in, but there was no other evidence to tell me otherwise.

  Then came the fateful day. I knew it was coming, there was no way I could hide it that well, but they still found out. It apparently was their duty to tell the entire school. In short, I was screwed. I am now an outcast. Even the group of bullied kids tried to bully me. But like I said, I liked killing. Apparently killing humans was fun too. AHAHAHAHAH just kidding. I managed to restrain myself, but I gave them what was coming to them. The years of my karate practice sure came in handy.

  They came back again. With the authority. I guess I shouldn't have left any visible marks, like that bent elbow... bent the wrong way, of course, I mean, KARATE, come on, one of the most famous martial art thingies, right?

  They took me into questioning, and I answered honestly, saying that they had it coming, but the cops were not convinced. Much.

  The fine was of $5,000 but I didn't get why. Didn't they already have insurance against getting themselves injured?

  I wished I could get away. They came back at me one day. They ambushed me, held me, and vent out their anger on me, and I could no longer fight back. I thought of going to the Authority but it wasn't worth it.

  Another fateful day. A voice had answered while I was praying to be taken away. soon, it had said,soon, you will be there

  I am waiting for my ride there, wherever that is, and whenever. My last note is this. Goodbye.

       -Chris