Just a Scratch...

by Soviet Chinstrich

Rating: mature
Tags: Dark, Sad
Length: 1353

Vinyl Scratch speeds the process of natural selection at Canterlot High School...

Guten tag, alles…

I based some parts off my personal life and views on society. So, with that being said, Vinyl Scratch is currently in Canterlot High, getting an education and scheisse from the people around her. She wants to speed up natural selection, and make people understand the world through her eyes…

Rated Mature for violence and language.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-11-22 06:08:55 UTC

Chapter 1 - Just Another Day...

Just a Scratch…

Chapter 1:

Just another Day...

“Hello, Miss Scratch”

“Guten Tag, Professor Opium.” Vinyl replied calmly to her chemistry professor as she entered his classroom and took her seat in the front row of desks.

“Miss Scratch? Are you feeling alright? You seem... distant...” Professor Opium asked Vinyl quietly.

Vinyl gave no physical sign that she had even heard what her professor had asked her. He carefully and cautiously nudged her shoulder with his hoof in an attempt to get her attention. All he heard from Vinyl was a quiet sniffle; he then attempted to look at her face to see her facial expression, but was not given the opportunity due to her long neon blue mane covering her face.

“I can’t do this... Not anymore.”

“Miss Scratch? Is everything alright?” Opium began asking Vinyl once again, his concern for his student’s condition quickly growing.

“No...No... They WILL fucking witness the world for what it is... They WILL feel my fucking pain...” Vinyl began talking to herself quietly, not hearing a single phrase or word Opium was saying to her.

“Vinyl, please step out into the hallway to collect yourself, take your time. Relax, okay?” Opium said realizing that Vinyl probably had a lot on her mind.

With that Vinyl stood from her desk and turned for the hallway, but was interrupted by her Professor.

“Vinyl, everything will be alright. Things WILL get better. Okay? Just please stay optimistic.” Vinyl then nodded, and left the classroom to sit and think in the hallway.

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“Vinyl, Vinyl!” A familiar voice began calling to her, she looked up to see the source of the disruption of her thoughts. She then recognized the pony that was speaking to her as the she walked closer to her; she was also walking with a stallion of which she did not fully recognize.

“Ugh... What the Hell do you want Arceo?”

“I just wanted to talk.” Arceo said calmly with a smirk on her face. “So, why aren’t you in your class? You know you’re literally just a few hoof steps from the door,

right?”

“I don’t give a fuck right now,” Vinyl replied with deadpan voice and tone, showing that she wanted to be alone at the moment.

“Hmm... Well then, while we’re here, I might as well introduce you to my coltfriend. This is something you’ll probably never get to experience.”

Vinyl then stood up and brushed the dust and dirt off her from sitting on the floor for so long. She then stared deeply at Arceo, contemplating her options of what she should do.

“What the Hell are you going to do Vinyl? IF YOU’RE GOING TO DO SOMETHING THEN FUCKING DO IT!”

     Vinyl then hooked her hoof with as much force as she could directly into Arceo’s nose. Immediately, there was a loud a loud cracking noise, and Arceo was on the floor of the hallway bleeding profusely from her nose and mouth. Vinyl then took Arceo’s mane in her magic and forced her head and neck through the classroom door’s window, immediately shattering the glass and attracting the classroom’s attention. Vinyl then pulled her away from the shattered window and stared into her eyes.

“I’ll see you in Hell, Arceo.”

Quickly after saying that, Vinyl took a shard of glass that had fallen from the window when she pulled Arceo from the window, and held it in front of her face, before changing the position of the shard and digging it deeply into Arceo’s throat.

Chapter 2 - A Friend...

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.

Prologue - There's a Reason for Everything

Just a Scratch…

Prologue:

I Have My Reasons

Why? My family hates me, Tavi left for Canterlot, and I’m alone again. All I wanted from the people around me was acceptance, someone to be there for me… But no, no one ever paid attention to me, talked to me with understanding, or really ever associated themselves with me. I guess… I can understand… I mean, if not even my parents, grandparents or relatives can accept and love me, how could anyone else…

Scheisse, I hate society, I want those fucking infidels that made me the way I am to suffer the way I did. They’ll see what I mean… They will see world through my fucking eyes… They will see the world with every bit of hatred and damnation that resides in this ficken world… And in the end of all there is to come, they will truly lose everything, everything they loved and cared for shall die and fade. They will truly understand what pain is...

They will all burn in the eternal lake of damnation and fire… and I know that I will see them there, most likely residing in the second bolge of the seventh circle, the Wood of Suicides… I WILL send those scheissekopfen back to Hell… I will watch as they suffer, just as I did… I will listen to their screams, heavy breathing, and then silence as their lives fade into eternal nothing and darkness… Their high opinion of themselves will be their ultimate downfall… I will be their downfall… I will send them back to, where they fucking belong… Hell…