Non-Pony Story

The dust of the desolate ground whipped at his face as he wandered aimlessly throughout the lands searching for an answer to his quesion,"What the hell happened and who the fuck am I?". The familiar loneliness consumed him and filled him with the familiar pain of wishing that he could atleast have some sort of knowledge as to where everybody had gone. It seemed as if the world itself had abandoned him and erased his memory to ensure that the rest of his life would be spent trying to figure out his own identity and to try to find somebody who might have a clue. The countless days of wandering through the barren wasteland tore at at the soles of his boots. His legs ached with each step that he took but he was destined to wander the lands until something, anything, triggered a memory in his head or could tell him what had happened before he had awoke. He had been so lost in concentration that he had not even noticed that the sand was becoming more scarce and was evolving into a grassy surface. He only noticed it when he looked up and saw a hill with a silohuette at the top. Seeing the shadowy figure sparked a fire of faith within him for the first time since he had regained consciousness. He began to run towards the hill, the pain in his feet disappearing as his speed increased into a full out sprint. As soon as he hit the base of the hill he began to slow down, the details of the silohuette becoming clearer. The fire in his heart burned so bright that he felt it was warming the land around him. A tan cloak flapped around as the wind blew against it. He jogged up the hill and grabbed the shadow's shoulders.

"Look who it is, the orphan is back for another beating." said the larger, more musclar teen as he looked at the teenager in front of him. His dark brown eyes gazed into the smaller teen as he approached him, popping his knuckles and cocknig his neck as if getting ready to fight the kid. The teenager stood up straight just as a girl stepped in front of him.

She spoke to the larger kid, "Leave him alone! He can't help being an orphan! He didn't choose to have his parents murdered!" spoke the female as she held her hands out as if to simulate a human shield. The larger teen laughed at the girl who stood in front of him, deciding what to say to her. He observed her appearance, thinking that insulting her appearance would be the easiest way to gether out of the way. Her ocean blue hair hung over her shoulders, highlighted with light blue stripes every now and again. Her mouth was in a scowl, revealing her amethyst purple braces. He then looked up at her eyes, the jade green colors stared into his eyes, almost paralyzing him. He broke the gaze and prepared himself.

"Awwe, look at that, the stray dog is cowering behind his even more annoying friend, Braceface. Get out of the way metal mouth, this conflict doesn't involve you, this is strictly between me and the loser behind you." spoke the larger teen. He had tried to put on a more manly, deeper voice, thinking that it would impact his the girl more. She stood, unmoved by the words he had just spoke. Then, he saw the smaller teen put his hand on the girl's shoulders and gently move her aside. His crimson eyes bore into the larger teens as he stared at him.

"You shut your mouth RIGHT NOW! There are a lot of things you can do to me to make me feel bad but I will NOT allow you to mistreat MY friends!" spoke the smaller teen as he lunged forward, nailing the bully in the throat with his fist. The bully had not moved fast enough to block the blow and fell backwards a little, in shock at the power of the hit. He removed the hand from his throat and swung at the orphan. The orphan side-stepped the blow and grabbed his arm by the wrist and just below his shoulder, using his momentum to throw thim to the ground. The teen placed his foot on the elbow of the bully and pushed down on it as he lifted the arm. The larger teen yelled in pain as he began to feel the pain of the bone slowly cracking. He pulled it so slowly, as if gaining some sort of pleasure in hearing him scream and watching the rest of his body squirm. Then he suddenly yanked the arm and he heard it. The loud, disturbing crack as he felt the bones that met at his elbow snap and pierce through the muscle and flesh of the arm, breaking through the skin with tendons and bits of muscle attached to them. His screaming stopped as the pain siezed his body and stole the air from his very lungs, leaving him gasping for breath as he cried. The warm feel of blood began to cover his arm and touch against his side as he noticed a pool of it coming from his now broken arm. He looked up at the orphan who had just put him in his place. The teen only stared into his eyes and yelled, "Apologize to her! RIGHT NOW! Or else I'll break your fingers, then your other arm!". The thought of that happening flashed in the bully's mind and he inhaled air. He spoke faintly to the girl, apologizing to her before passing out. The orphan turned around and looked at the girl. She turned around and took off into a nearby forest. He followed after her.

"Get away from me you monster! Get the hell away from me and never talk to me again! I don't want to see your face anymore!" said the girl as she ran. The orphan stopped in his tracks after hearing the words. He felt tears begin to well up in his eyes as sadness began to fill up his heart, as well as another emotion, pleasure. He did not know why, but for some reason the feeling of abusing the bully had brought an sickening happiness to him. The feeling of finally having power for once in his life. He turned around and took off to the orphanage, locking himself in his room and diving straight onto his bed. The tears escaped the dam that had been placed in front of them as the poured out of his eyes. He had lost the only friend that he had.