Beaten, bullied, cursed

Lately, things had been calm around canterlot. What with its partially insane gaurdian. It was so calm that Michael had time to play video games. Him and Leila had gotten into a competitive rpg game, Michael had expressed his plans to level up high enough to beat anyone who crossed him. Liela had gotten a smug grin, like she knew that she had to stop him. Leila sat on her couch, watching videos on foomood. She was enjoying a gaming tutorial of her the game she had gotten into, she was trying to learn the mechanics so she could beat Michael. She didn't hear Michael walk into the room, he looked at her screen and gave a big grin.

"What are you doing?" Leila shut her laptop quickly.

"Nothin much."

"Nothin much?"

"Nothin much."

"Thwartin' my plans."

"Thwarting your plans?"

"Are you?"

"No."

"Good cause that'd be bad."

"How bad?"

"I'd have to kill you."

"That's bad."

"Indeed." There was a long pause of Michael just staring with a big grin on his face. "Alrighty then." He said leaving the room. Leila laughed, they were all to good at making jokes/references on the spot. Michael walked back into the room, laughing as hard as he could.

"That was to well timed man! It's al,out like we we're ma-" she stopped when she saw Michael staring out the window. She got up and looked out the window, there was a military hummer with a mounted turret on the top right across the street. The gun man quickly swiveled the turret, pointing the gun at the window.

"Get down!" Michael yelled, the gun started firing as Michael pushed her to the ground. The large caliber rounds passed right through Michael, how ever he didn't seem to be fazed in anyway by the bullets. He killed the gunman and yanked the driver out of the vehicle. The driver slowly went up in flames with the red hot chain around his waist. "Well, that's enough of those motherfu-" he stopped to see Liela laying on the floor. She had a small hole going through her stomach, and she was bleeding a lot. Michael quickly knelt down and inspected her. She opened her eyes a little bit.

"Michael." She whispered. "I love you." She said, slightly slurring her words. She lost consciousness shortly after. Michael checked her pulse, she was still alive, but her condition was critical. Michael had a plan, but he didn't like it.

"I hope she doesn't hate me for doing this." He opened her mouth and started breathing fire into her. The flame was a bright blue, but the smoke coming of it was still black as night. He stopped and collapsed momentarily, he had spent a lot of energy doing that, hopefully it worked. Michael looked at Liela, the bullet hole closed itself as he watched. She suddenly sat upright and took in a gasp of air.

"IM ALIVE?! THANK GOD! AND HOLY SHIT THAT WAS SCARY!" She said. "How the hell did I survive that!? And why do I feel different!?" She asked Michael, she seemed oblivious to the large amount of blood that was soaked into her shirt.

"Ok, now, don't hate me for this. I sort of.... Kind of.... Maybe.... Gave up a part of my soul and turned you into a rider." Liela gasped. "No no no, it was only a small peice! It wasn't like a large fraction of it!" Michael sighed. "Look, I've know you for a while, and you have a strong will. Therefore, the rider won't corrupt you like it did me." 'Uh oh' Michael thought.

"What do you mean 'like it did to you'?" 'Busted' Michael thought. He sighed.

"Look.... My name wasn't always Michael Vendetta, it use to be Richard Garret. I.... Corrupted Richard, and took his body. He was a rider, he absorbed me into himself, but, the rider inside of him became part of his own soul. It left him defenseless against my insanity, I...." He paused, it was clear he was remorseful. "I grew inside him like cancer. I wasn't trying to corrupt him, but my insanity was to much. And now, I have to live everyday with the guilt of knowing that, I practically stole this body, and killed Richard in the process." He said.

"Michael... I...."

"I can understand if you want me to get lost." He said.

"No no... I don't want that!" She sighed. "I believe that you are what remains of Richard, even if Richards passed on. You inhabit his body, and what's more, your using it to do good things! I'm sure he would be proud of you. I mean, he's the reason you exist, he absorbed you and made you into the man you are now. The man that I love." She placed a hand on his cheek. "In a way, he's your father, and I'm sure he never regrets the moment he fused with you." Michael grabbed her hands and held them.

"Leila.... I love you too... Your the only one who excepts the knew me 100%. The others are a little, cautious of me. Like they don't know me at all, and in a way, they don't. But you do... And for that, I will always be by your side. Now I can understand if you want the rider removed from you, it won't kill you to give it up. But it's your choice." Michael said, he smiled.

"I think I'll keep it for a bit, just to see if I like it. If not, then I'll get rid of it. But, I do have a present for you." She said.

"Present? What phhhpppfff!!-" Leila kissed him. She released him to let him breath. "I think I have a present for you, as well." He lead her to the garage and gave her a set of keys. There was a second Honda Magna in the garage, it looked almost exactly like michaels, but it had two name plates riveted to both sides of the gas tank. The plates had the name 'Liela' on them. "Happy birthday." He said, Liela had completely forgotten it was her birthday. She was officially eighteen, old enough to own a motorcycle. She smiled widely.

"Oh Michael!" She kissed him again. "It's beautiful!"

"Hehe, I thought you might want one, since you seemed to like mine so much. Granted, it was Richards, so I could part with MY Magna, but I figured I would get you A Magna." Michael smiled, leaning against the door frame.

"Can we go for a ride?!"

"Sure! Just get some boots on and a leather jacket, you may not be able to die, but that doesn't mean hitting the ground won't hurt." Michael said, smiling softly.

"Ok, Be right back!" She quickly ran up the stairs and came back down. Michael had to admit, even without makeup on, Liela was gorgeous. And her biking outfit was stunning. High heeled Black leather boots, dark blue skinny jeans, a black V-neck T-shirt, and the black leather jacket and gloves. The jacket had a short bottom, and it exposed the midriff area of her T-shirt. "Ready to go?!" She said holding her keys. Michael pulled his keys out and dangled them off of his index finger.

"Ready when you are."