Karma strikes

It all starts off an average day for a senior, waking up too early, not eating enough, and chatting with friends as we wait for class to start. I wish now that I knew what was going to happen.

“What are the point of toungs really?” I ask my friends with my usual ‘not high but I’ll sound like I am anyway’ routine. “Seriously, I mean, we use them to taste and stuff. I know that, but why do we need them? We could just have had taste buds in our mouth, would have stoped a ton of pain in the world.”

“Kendrick,” one of my friends say.

“Yessssss?” I respond.

“Save it for later, I don’t want to question my life this early in the day.” I was going to respond in a confusing, and sarcastic way, but I was so rudely interrupted by several pops and screams. Good thing to mention here, I’m a stocky kinda fat 6ft5 man, and when I need too, I will be the strongest of anyone around me. I’ve always appreciated the art of the fight, and had learned how to use weapons of all kinds, except guns, guns were a cowards weapon for those that just want to kill, not for those who wish to be an actual fighter. I despise guns for that reason, but my other half, the scholar, loved the efficiency of the small explosive weapon.

Being the paranoid basterd I am, I immediately assume school shooter, and I become a very dark joker when life is in danger. My adrenaline starts pumping, and before I rush off to confirm my fears and to face the one killing, I make one last dark comment to my friends,”Might not have a life to question soon. I’m going to stop him, come along if you wish to save lives.” I rush off, 2 of the 5 join me, wow, it seems just like a MLP episode in real life. A group of 6 friends with half of them rushing off to deal with a great evil, the others help those fleeing. Little did I know this was the ultimate irony.

We find a kid in a black hoodie standing over two dead bodies, laughing and crying at the same time, literally listening to Pumped Up Kicks. Of course it enters the chorus as we arrive, the kid looks up at us, an inconspicuous Colt M1911 in his hand. Even if he has killed two, and has obviously broke, I will never say that people can’t change. Motioning to my friends to get behind me, I try to reason with him, “Please, just put the gun down, no one will judge you if you stop. Your honer and life can be saved here.”

He starts to laugh/cry harder, “I must commend you for trying to stop me with words, I’m afraid others wouldn’t do the same. But, you have lied, I did reaserch on this of corse. I would be in prison for way to long, that is unacceptable.”

“Well, I can’t say your wrong, and I will say the reasoning is understandable, but still, I would imagine you have taken down the worst on your list first, so stop and let the innocent live!”

“Still determined huh? I feel we might have been friends, maybe we have before and have forgotten. But that’s beside the point, you aren’t wrong about me taking out the worst first. But you’re wrong about innocents. All those who stood by and watched, never brave enough to step in. Those are the real cause, to see me suffer and do nothing! The one where he fails his classes and is clearly depressed, but NO! He’s just an attention whore! He’s just a fake, he must be a retard, he must just be goofing off, he must be a privileged little white kid! There is no one who accepted the facts! Turned away by family, friends, guidance counselors and teachers! Now do you see! No one is innocent here! I’m only here because I decided that I may as well take down the fucking shitmonkeys in the middle of my suicide attempt.”

He was slowly walking foreward as he ranted, becoming more lucid as he went on. I was holding back tears, because now I knew the depth of his torture. “Here mate, I have an offer to make. I will not let you kill anyone else, just because they were cowards and idiots does not justify death. But, I can kill you, just like that. If you truely want to die, than allow me to give you the most honorable execution I can.” I say, finally making my claim.

“No... no. If I an to go out I will take the satisfaction of killing my killer!” He shouts back.

“I’m sorry.” I say before I spring into action. Instently he fires off a shot, I get hit through the shoulder but shrug it off with the pure power of adrenaline. He fires a few more, hitting me twice before I reach him. I punch him in the face, to stagger him, before I push him over and mount him. I start punching, and receive a few myself, this exchange goes on for a minute before his face is pulped enough he looks like orange juice. Thincking him dead or unconscious, I get off to retrieve the gun in his hand.

*BANG* he had enough energy to shoot one more time, right through the lung. I collapse and realize how I wouldnt make it out alive, lung punctured and already delirious of blood loss. I barely make out my friends putting him to eternal rest through my cracked glasses. They come over to me, “Kendrick, the police are here, they are commending you for your bravery.”

“Haha,” I rasp, “That was not bravery, that was honer.” I turn specifically to my friends, “At least I got an actual fight. I’m going to die, it’s that simple-“ I am interrupted by my friend, “Don’t say that, you’ll live, you have to.”

“Mate, I’m bleeding from multiple gunshots, have a punctured lung, and I’m only a senior.” I say with a smile, “Great way to go really, me protecting those who need it.” My other 3 friends come up to me, “Good, all are here. Better this than the prison execution I thought I would get.” We all share a small sorrowful laugh, “I want my funeral at night. And there is one thing I want you to put on my grave.”

“What?” They all ask.

Shot through the lung! And your too late! I give bronies, a new name!” Always the type for a reference, they laugh with me, until my last breath comes, and I die with a smile on my face.

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Plane of unknown
I find myself in a blue colored abyss, before I land on the floor. “Guess this is an afterlife? Cool.”

“Not exactly.” Replayed someone as they appear, looking like a blue, cystiline female like figure who looks like she steeped out of Elder Scrolls.

“Who are you? A god?”

“Yes, kinda, I could be considered a god if you wish. But I prefer to be called a concept with powers. As for who I am, brave Kendrick, is simple. I am Karma, and are here to reward your good karma at the end. Trying to talk even though you know it won’t work, then fighting for others behalf, all the while doing it for the killer. You are a shining beacon of karma in your world, like the sun on a cloudy day.”

“I’m nothing special really, but I’ll take a reward, Sure.”

“Even in death, you are humble. For a reward, you will be givin another life. This land called Equestria, sound familier?”

“Yes, I recognize that from MLP. Are you saying you will send me there?”

“Yes, that is where you will be sent. But it is diffint than what you know. And for this you shall get powers from different media you enjoyed for the more good deeds done.”

“So for the good I do I get more superpowers? What do I get first!?”

“I’m quite happy to see you this enthusastic. You shall be givin the greatest from the start. One, a Pip Boy from your Fallout games, for inventory management and instant equipping. Second, all the characters you created in the Dark Souls series will be fused and powers givin to you.”

I instantly start bowing, “I cannot thank you enough for this chance my fair lady Karma.”

“Oh, get up. I hate being treated like I’m above people.” I follow her instructions and stand, “You will be able to thank me by preforming good deeds and delivering justice. Now go! Justice shall be delivered by you, brave Kendrick!”

“Good bye!” I yell as she sends me away.
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I land in a clearing (more like a crater) in what I presume the Everfree. I have on a full Mirror Knight armor set, have my trusty strength and health build Lightning Lost Sinners Sword +5 on my back, a dagger from my assasin endurance and poise build, a staff and all the sorcery’s I would ever need on my back, and a Ughikatana +15 from my DS1 run, with dexterity and not much else. A Pip Boy on my wrist shows me having 99+ of every item, and my armor feels like it weighs almost nothing, but I equip some random cloths that were on my Pip Boy anyway.

Standing up I hear a scream in the distance, either manticore or Timberwolves attacking a foal. I grin like a mad man and try to say ‘bring it on’ but I can’t speak for some reason. So instead I shall thinkBRING IT ON!

Author's Note

New story, because I kept having good story ideas.