Walk through the Storm

Chapter 1

Sunset Shimmer has had the worst week ever. It all started when this Anon-a-miss started posting secrets of her friends, making them think it was her, so much so that they'd publically accuse her of it. Anon-a-miss had also made posts about everybody: staff, student, it didn't matter, then other students started thinking it was her as well, it had gotten to the point that teachers are praising students who try and take things into their own hands and harass Sunset, instead of punishing them for it.

Sunset just wanted for it to end, she had done everything to try and convince them that she was not Anon-a-miss, but no one believed her, they all thought she was lying, just trying to get closer so as to steal their secrets for 'her' blog. This was bolstered when anyone tried to stick up for her, had ended up being posted the day after. So everyone at Canterlot High thought she was Anon-a-miss, students, teachers, janitors, etc., everyone. Sunset found herself being attacked in the middle of the hallways, and instead of someone helping her, or even tell a teacher, they all cheer and praise the attacker (or attackers) for what they were doing.

It was just to much, she couldn't handle anymore. Sunset was walking back to her home, nursing her newly appointed bruises, curtsey of the Wonderbolts, Canterlot's football team, she walked through the worsening snow storm with only her leather jacket to provide what minimal protection it could provide. Sunset wiped the tears out of her eyes as she approached her 'home', an abandoned warehouse that someone had either forgot to, or simply wasn't bothered to do so, cut off power and water to.

As she opened the massive door, she looked around, taking in everything that she owned. A well worn coach that she got from a junkyard nearby, a 50'' TV that she took, and repaired, from the same junkyard, an old wooden table in between the coach and TV, also from the junkyard, stairs leading up to a second floor, Sunset got an A+ in Project Design and other such construction classes for a reason, while Sunset couldn't see it from where she was standing, there was a worn King size bed with a pillow and a blanket, the bed was from the junkyard as well but the pillow and blanket were fashioned from thrown out material from the Fashion Club, a simple desk that she made in Project Design, a night lamp on top the desk that she got as a gift from Fluttershy on her birthday.

Sunset continued forward before throwing herself on the coach, sobbing her eyes out, trying to relieve herself of the pain she was feeling into the worn fabric of the coach. Once she stopped crying, she turned to her TV, grabbing her remote and turning on the TV, while she didn't have any channels that require payment for, she still got the News. Though she didn't like watching the news, mostly because most of the things they talk about are atrocities and utterly disgusting things happening, world wide, but she wanted something to distract her from the hell that had become her life. As she watched the two news anchors argue about what actions should be taken stop some horrible thing some extremist organization was doing, she couldn't understand why they all couldn't just get along, like in Equestria.

As soon as that thought passed her by, she remembered that she could always talk to Twilight, and immediately started digging through her bag, trying to find the only form of communication to her last friend, only to come up with nothing.

"No, no, no..." Sunset desperately escalated her search, going as far to dump out all of her backpacks contents, yet still came up with empty handed.

"Please, no..." Tears stung her eyes as she still searched for the Sun emblazoned book.

"Why... why won't they believe me, why do they think I'm Anon-a-miss! Haven't I proven myself already, after everything I did, I helped students who were struggling in school, I helped almost every if not every club in that damn school! I even faced the GODDAMN DAZZLINGS for them, and yet, the moment something bad happens, I'm to blame! No benefit of the doubt, no defense, one flimsy piece of evidence and I'm guilty!" Sunset broke, tears streaming, her wails echoing off the walls before falling silent.

As Sunset sat there, tears still falling from her eyes, breathes coming in shaky intakes. Aside from the sniffle every now and again, Sunset was completely silent, before a chuckle escaped her lips. That chuckle was soon followed by another, then another, pretty soon she was laughing hysterically, tears still streaming from her eyes.

"Hehe hahaha, it's so obvious, they want me dead, they want me to just kill myself, hehehe hahahaha!" Sunset said as she stood up, she turned towards the stairs.

"Well, since I'm their friend, and I want them to be happy with, I should give them what they want." Sunset giggled as opened her nightstand and pulled out M9 Berretta that she 'borrowed' from some drug dealer who used to sell drugs here.

"Okie dokie, you want me dead, alright, one dead Sunset Shimmer coming right up!" Sunset smiled as she pressed the barrel to the side of her neck, near the back, where the spinal cord connects to the skull, and pulled the trigger.

A loud bang resounded throughout the warehouse and outside it as the bullet flew out of the barrel, into her neck, through her spine, separating it entirely, killing her instantly. Sunset fell to the ground, blood spurting out of the hole in her neck, with a smile only Pinkie Pie could match.

Sunset felt at peace as darkness descended upon her, one more tear escaped her eyes as she breathed her last. In the last moment of life, she wondered, 'Who was Anon-a-miss? Why did she do this, what was she trying to achieve with all of this, and to what ends? Eh, these questions aren't going to be answered anyway, so what's the point in asking them.'

Little did Sunset know, that the answers she was looking for, was right outside her home.

Sweetie Belle was walking next to her friends, Applebloom and Scootaloo, who were talking quite enthusiastically about who they were going to strike next.

"Ah'm telling ya Scoots, we should post Watchdog next, he tried to hack our account to trace us, it was only thanks to Sweetie's hacking skills that we were able to stop him this time, and with what we got on him, it should give him tell him exactly what will happen if he tries this again." Applebloom argued will scrolling through her phone for the photos.

"And I'm saying that you're wrong, Watchdog isn't going to let this go, especially if you lash out at him. I say we do Soarin, the bastard is cheating on Rainbow with Sugarplums!" Scootaloo said as she showed Applebloom the image on her phone.

"But that'll make Sunset look like she starting to be a 'good girl' again, and everyone would fall for her charade again, then we'd be right back at square one!" The country gal pointed out.

"Hey girls." Sweetie said, trying to get their attention.

"Yeah, Sweets." The orange daredevil said as they both turned to her.

Sweetie took in a deep breath, hoping to lessen her anxiety, before saying. "I just wanted to know, when is this going to end?"

"Huh?" Applebloom and Scootaloo said, not quite getting what Sweetie was saying.

"When is this going to end, when are we going to stop being Anon-a-miss, when is the account going to be taken down, and most importantly, where do we draw the line?" Sweetie Belle's slew of question caught them of guard, not expecting the push over of group to start questioning them.

"Uh, well, how about yah tell us what gotten intah yah before we start answering any questions." Applebloom said uneasily, she had never thought of a way out the whole Anon-a-miss fiasco, she was just having as much fun with it as she could.

"Well earlier at school, I saw Sunset get attacked by a bunch of students, and they were all telling her to kill herself. So that got me thinking 'What if Sunset actually did so?', and that thought got me worried about what would happen if that actually, and I thought about asking you girls for your thought on this."

"I say let her," Scootaloo said without hesitation, before smiling evilly. "Hell, I say that would make my week if she did."

"Same, but then we'd have to take down the site, but at least that bitch would finally be out of our lives." Applebloom shrugged, not noticing Sweeties horrified face. "Kinda hoping for it now actually, wonder if she'll take the message, she ain't wanted here and she ain't wanted back in Equestria, so why doesn't she just take the hint and kill herself alrea- BANG" Applebloom was cut by the sound of a gun going off.

"Woah, what was that, an Anti tank rifle or something?!" Scootaloo rubbed her ears as she got off the ground.

"Nah, that sounded like a pistol, haven't yah heard gunshots before, cause that was quite compared to Mac's hunting rifle." Applebloom smiled mischievously at Scootaloo, not noticing Sweetie Belle running towards a large warehouse that looked like it hadn't been used in years.

"No, I have, hundreds of times, I was just testing to girls!" Scootaloo said defensively, but the panic in her eyes gave it away.

"Uh huh, sure, but we should get out of her, I don't think anyone using a 'Anti Tank rifle' in town could be safe to meet, so lets get going." Applebloom poked fun at Scootaloo before continuing down the street, at a noticeably faster pace.

"Ugh, come on Sweets, let's get going... Sweets? Sweetie Belle?!" Scootaloo looked around for her friend, before noticing her at the entrance of the warehouse, trying to pry open the door. "Sweetie Belle!"

Both Applebloom, who heard Scootaloo's shout, and Scootaloo ran over to Sweetie Belle, fully intending on dragging her away from what they thought was certain death, but by the time they reached her, she had already pried open the door and rushed in. Applebloom hesitated for a second, allowing Scootaloo to dash ahead of her, before following her friends.

When she entered, she gasped at what she saw, instead of a worn down, beat up, shady warehouse like it is on the outside, she saw what she assumed to be a hand made staircase, created out of scrap metal, and several worn out furniture.

"Who is living here?" Applebloom turned to see Scootaloo approaching the TV, looking just as befuddled as Applebloom was. Before she responded, she saw Sweetie Belle climbing the staircase out of the corner of her eye. "Sweetie, wait for us, we need to get out of here!"

Sweetie didn't respond, she was frozen at the top of the staircase, not moving in the slightest.

Scootaloo got to her first, saying. "What is it Sweets, find a dead guy - oh..." Scootaloo cut herself off as she stared at something out of Applebloom's view.

"What?!? what are yah two staring at, move so Ah can see!" Applebloom was fed up with not knowing, she shoved Scootaloo out of the way to get better access. As she stepped up she tried to mentally prepare herself for anything she might find, but even still, what she saw broke through any precautions and stopped her in her steps.

"Sunset?"