Author's Note

[Safe For Woona] [Disposal] [Guilt] [Equestria Girls]
Characters: [Thunderlane]
By Daxn

School by Daxn

Thunderlane was sweating bullets as he looked around himself, checking for incoming people. Seeing that no-one was en route to the men's bathroom or in the corridor next to it, Thunderlane walked inside the bathroom on the tip of his toes.

"I cannot keep these around anymore," he said, as he pulled out a handful of photos from his pockets, all of them depicting compromising and questionable photos of Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, Silver Spoon and many other middle school girls, plus a phone's flash memory card wedged between them. "I gotta get rid of them right now, or else..."

He shuddered, at the thought of being arrested and hauled to jail, where someone way bigger than him could try to give him disproportionate retribution for his crimes... or he’d be plain old ripped apart by people wishing to lynch him for his actions and his very nature.

He put the photos and the flash memory back into the deep pockets of his black linen trousers.

"It was good to look at your young, tender bodies..." Thunderlane whispered to himself, walking in a stall and locking it behind himself "But I cannot risk it. I have already tried it when I was not liable for my action, six years ago, but now... now there could be a bed with my name carved on it in prison, if I keep these around."

Thunderlane took one of Sweetie Belle's photos, one his favourite ones, and kissed it, before dropping it in the toilet bowl.

"Goodbye." He muttered, as he then threw each photo one by one into the toilet's water. Done with the photos, he took the flash memory card and looked at it, then at the photos he had thrown into the toilet bowl. He bowed his head and sighed, as he pressed the metal button of the flush, sending a veritable torrent of water in the WC and creating a whirlpool that sucked in the photos.

When the whirlpool died out, there were no more traces of the photos Thunderlane had taken of the middle school girls. He sighed as he unlocked the stall's door and walked out. Once he was out, he moved his hand with the flash card closer to his eyes.