Just a Scratch...

Just a Scratch...

Chapter 2

A Friend...

That fucking whore deserved what I fucking did to her. I was right; the people that fucked me over and used me will suffer for their actions. I just fucking want to hang each of them with BARBED FUCKING WIRE! I want them and everyone they know to understand my pain, to understand what it feels like to lose the things you loved the most in your life...

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“Miss Vinyl Scratch, you stand here today for crimes against your fellow citizen. What do you plead?” The judge asked Vinyl in a rather confident voice.

“You’re Honor, I... I... I plead... guilty.” The judge stood surprised greatly by Vinyl’s response, as he had heard that she had specific reasons for attacking Arceo the way she did.

“Well, Miss Scratch, due to your age I’ll have to send you to the Manehatten Juvenile Penitentiary,” the judge said just before hitting his gavel once on its stand.

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Vinyl sat in the corner of the penitentiary’s cafeteria, alone, staring into her glass of tap water. A stallion around the same age as her walked up to her and sat down beside her.

“Hello?” Vinyl questioned the stallion carefully, just knowing that he could be affiliated with any other group, inside and outside of the penitentiary.

“I’m assuming you’re new? Sitting alone isn’t exactly the best idea.” Vinyl turned her head to face him, and to make sure he wouldn’t knife her at any given moment.

“What exactly should I be doing?”

“Anything else would be better than sitting on the floor in the corner. It basically tells everyone else who can see you that you’re uneasy, depressed, and regret something. Just try to blend in, or at least look like you blend in”

“So you want me to join a group, or gang? Who exactly are you with?”

“No one, I’m alone in here. I got put here when I was manufacturing improvised explosives with a few other commies. Someone ratted our operation to the politzei a few days prior, and they stormed the building, taking everything we had that was in sight.

Then they stormed our underground bunker. One of our men saw them. Said they were wearing the riot armor, the bulletproof vests, riot shields, and face masks, with bulletproof plates over their shoulders, arms, and shins. Then someone threw one of our homemade hand grenades without thinking. It went off and set off a chain reaction, destroying everything in the bunker, everything except the back room, where the offices were, where Heisenberg and I were, Heisenberg then put the barrel of the Colt M1911, that he was holding, in his mouth, and pulled the trigger. Before I could react the police came in and subdued me. When I woke up I was in a hospital, the hospital here.