The interesting life of "Fluttershy"

A young teenage girl walked casually out of the school gates, taking in the crisp warm air of the spring breeze as she did.

"What a day" she whispered to herself, relieved that another long and tedious day had finished and that she was now free to do as she wished until tomorrow, where the long and excruciating cycle would be all to do again.

"I think I'll go see my friends today, I've really missed them and haven't seen them for a while so it would be nice for me to finally spend some time with them" she said to herself as she stroked her long pink hair which the wind tossed and turned, making it hard for her to see well.

Before she took another step further, she reached into her jacket pocket to check that the pistol she had hidden inside was loaded and ready to fire at a moment's notice.

She could never be too careful, even if the people she was about to visit really were the good friends she could trust with her very life. She could take no chances, and would take no chances.

She hadn't survived in this cruel world this long by being unprepared.

This young student was known by many to lead a humble and quiet existence where she hoped to anger no one and cause no trouble to anyone.

Hence her nickname "Fluttershy".

Despite her quietness and meekness, she was well known among almost the whole school and neighborhood.

She said few words to the boys in the corridor and was never seen making any sort of romantic gesture towards any one them, their attraction and infatuation toward her only grew stronger each day and every boy wanted her as his own.

Yet Fluttershy did nothing to try and earn their attention save for being polite and civil to everyone she met, including the  bullies and class clowns.

She gained popularity without asking for it, and got a lot of it too.

Fluttershy did not believe in using violence of any kind, and hated causing pain to anyone.

Yet constant abuse of trust which poor Fluttershy suffered in her painful past had trapped her in a constant state of paranoia.

For this reason, it was from an incredibly young age that she procured her pistol, the only friend she had ever placed her complete trust upon.

She remembered the many late nights she had spent honing her marksmanship skills with it.

Her fellow students could afford to squander their weekends and evenings amusing themselves in various ways, some of them would go to parties and chug down glass after glass of alcohol until they collapsed with intoxication. And some of them sat comfortably on that soft and fluffy couch in front of their plasma screen tv's, and gamed the night away on that lovely video game they loved to talk about so much at school until their eyes were red with fatigue and they could play no longer.

Some watched blockbuster movies and loved every second of it while others went bowling.

Whatever it was that they did, they had fun with it, and it gave them something to smile about and kept them sane. Fluttershy could not help but feel a tinge of jealousy for them.

She had no time for such things, no time to do as she liked. Her traumatizing experiences  which she preferred never to talk about had deprived her of any chance of being the "normal" and down to earth teenager she wanted so much to be.

The time she should have spent having fun and enjoying herself after a hard day's labor of of schoolwork, she instead had to spend honing her marksmanship skills with her faithful pistol. She trained and trained until her fingers bled, until her eyes were saggy with fatigue, and there were nights were she did not get any sleep at all so that she could spend it training even more.

She had been training herself with such determination and passion since she was but a toddler. The rapid pace at which she could draw her pistol and the accuracy she could fire it with would bring even the most skilled assassins to shock and awe. Her intensive training had  blessed her with the sight and reflexes of an eagle, and even that was an understatement.

She had never killed anyone with her gun however despite having to use it several times in her youth to defend herself from several attempts on her life.

She had only ever shot to disarm or at worst to mildly wound but never to kill.

She hoped she never had to either. She mastered her firearm skill so she could defend herself and others from undeserved and unprovoked violence, but never with the intention to kill or murder.

Fluttershy trusted no one, and never let her guard down around even her closest allies. Ever since her saintly Father had been double crossed by the woman who had vowed to love him in both sickness and health and Fluttershy had barely escaped with her own life, Fluttershy vowed never to trust another person ever again.

At least not fully anyway.

Even now that she had friends she knew she could depend on and who had done much to gain her trust, she still felt much safer with her trusty pistol securely hidden away in her pocket, ready to draw out at a moment's notice.

She had no intention to hurt or kill, she intended only to help and befriend. Her pistol was only there as a last ditch resort, when violence was the only solution and when the threat sadly could not be ignored.

Fluttershy was an avid caretaker of animals, and she had quite the collection of house pets in the cheap and humble room she lived in.

A rabbit called angel and a budgie named "Bugs" were just two of the many pets she had taken in to look after, after finding them lost and abandoned in the cold lonely streets of the city.

There were other pets she had taken in too, after saving them from starvation after they were left for dead and unwanted by their former owners who threw them out to die.

Fluttershy loved them, and they loved her. They were more trustworthy than even her closest human friends for they were pure of heart and more honest than even the most honest and frank of humans.

To Fluttershy, her animals were the closest thing she had to a loving family since she became a lonely and lost orphan. To her animals, she was their savior and great benefactor who had selflessly aided them in their time of need, and they would forever be grateful of the things she had done for them and do their best to return the favor whenever possible.

Fluttershy was a girl of few words, and was rarely the first to speak in the few conversations she took part in.

Even then, her words were few and she often said no more than was necessary. Yet the few words she did vocalize out loud showed her to be a selfless and evangelistic soul whose generous actions spoke for themselves.

Fluttershy was a quiet, enigmatic yet nonetheless amiable individual whose actions always sought to improve the lives of those around her.

It was hard to start a conversation with Fluttershy, even if she had known you for quiet a while. Yet she did not have to say much to garner the respect and admiration of those who she spoke to, her serene and humble nature made words unnecessary.

It could be said that Fluttershy's grades in school were incredibly decent and that not a single year had passed where she did not receive a certificate of honor  for them.

Yet she was never actively aiming to score high in the tests in order to gather respect and reputation from the school, she was simply determined not to ruin her future by not being bothered to do what every self respecting student ought to do in the first place, which was to simply revise.

Fluttershy was the only student who could see Rainbow Dash for who he really was, a scheming and duplicitous crook and villain.

Being a kind and generous spirit made her wise and canny also, and she could tell despite Rainbow Dash's facade that there was no love in his heart.

She saw not with her eyes, but with her heart, that he was no hero.

Yet Fluttershy's kindness and morality prevented her from simply using violence to deal with Rainbow Dash, she was far too kind to do such a thing and to kill or injure anyone outside of defense, was to betray the morals she had sworn to uphold regardless of situation.

She had tried before to warn her friends of the dangers of continuing to trust Rainbow Dash when it was clear that he was acting suspiciously, but Rainbow Dash's lies had already blinded them to his true nature and they had thrown caution to the wind long ago.

And as Fluttershy strolled into town now safe in the knowledge that her pistol was loaded and ready, she wondered just how long it would take her friends to realize the flaws of Rainbow Dash.

She had tried to warn them, but they had paid her no attention and so she could but hope that they would come to realize soon.

She only hoped that by the time they came to the realization that Rainbow Dash was but a manipulative psychopath, it would not be too late.

But whether her friends found out in time or not, the girl whose nickname was Fluttershy promised herself that she would be ready when Rainbow Dash did unleash whatever evil scheme he was hatching. She would most likely be alone against him, the chances of her friends  being of any help at all when were very slim even from an optimistic point of view.

She hoped that if it came to a fight, she would not have to take his life. She did not hate him, for hating was bad.

And she did not want in the slightest to kill him.

She saw great evil in him, but saw also that he had great power to do good should he choose to.

But for now, all she could do was pray for him. Pray that he could be reformed and freed from his evil ambitions before he succumbed to them.

"May heaven watch over you, Rainbow Dash, and may you be happy with whatever path you choose to take" intoned Fluttershy fervently as she looked to the sky in desperation.