"Ouch!" cried the blonde Rowdyruff, budding a wicked chorus of chuckling from his brothers.
Brick and Butch had their sibling suspended from a railway semaphore signal, having used rusted chains to keep him in place and were spending their lunch hour throwing old cola cans and rocks at him. He swung awkwardly, like a black and blue pinata. A ringing and a distant blare of a horn confirmed the approach of a train.
"Guys, this isn't funny anymore..." whined Boomer. "Lemme down!"
The brothers ignored his pleas and dashed off the railway tracks, standing idly by as the colossal heap of metal charged into their brother at full speed. His face let out a screech, like nails on a chalk board, as his frame dragged on the shining tonnes that sped past. Brick and Butch roared with laughter, striking off on the wall with a stone a number, as the sixth train passed.
Free from the metallic contraption, Boomer groaned, half of his precious face a harsh pink and smoking from the friction. He was lucky to not have caught fire.
"Oh, geez! This just doesn't get old" panted the raven haired delinquent, wiping a tear from his eye.
"Heads up!" warned the leader, pointing up at the streaks of green, blue and pink in the sky. "Power-wussies at 12 o'clock"
"Aw man!"
"Let's get outta here. I ain't in the mood to take out Townsville's parole officers"
"Wait!" called the blonde, wriggling in his spot. "You can't just leave me here!"
"Maybe we can" grinned Brick. "I'd love to see how long you last out here. Check ya later, buttmuncher! Cya tomorrow!"
"You're kidding, right?! Please tell me you're joking!"
Butch snapped "Shut your trap, bro! We'll let you down later. C'mon, Brick. Let's go beat up the guy with the hotdog cart and throw him in the dog pound"
"Ha ha ha! Yeah, his smell alone will make the stupid mutts rip him to pieces!"
Boomer whimpered "C-C-Can I have one?"
"Sure a foot long. Better yet, a mile long!" shrugged the long haired ruff with a smug smile.
The blonde beamed, his voice carrying hope "Really? They do that?". His naivety was as clear as day.
"Sure, here's a mile long right now!" proclaimed Butch excitedly, causing Boomer to face another impending train, honking and blaring as it raced along the tracks.
The boy's frame bounced on the roof of the transportation, smacking his forehead repeatedly and once again, hung in agony in his spot. His brothers had gone and left him. He arched in his position to spit out some loosened teeth, baby ones, at the stand of the signal, trying to free himself. However, the teeth would deflect and shoot off somewhere else. A car off in the distance crashed, and the boy flinched then giggled stupidly to himself.
"Man, I'm starving. Why do Brick and Butch have to be such jerks?"
"Need some help?"
He blinked and looked down near the frame of the signal to see a shy looking girl with long hazel hair and bright blue eyes. He grumbled in annoyance, sick of seeing things upside down for the last hour.
"Uh... I think I'll be okay" insisted the Rowdyruff blandly, rather not having on his conscience the fact he'd been saved by a girl.
"Are you sure?" the girl peeped, fiddling with a strand of hair. "You look stuck"
"W-well, of course I do! I'm a Houdini!" exclaimed the boy, liking where his imagination was taking him. This was certainly better than being alone.
The girl chuckled "I love magic!"
"Of course you do and I'm a one of a kind! I-" he bragged, before he got pummeled again by an invading heap of metal. The girl covered her ears and watched the boy get beaten by the train, like a speed bag. As it vanished off into the distance, the girl eyed the fellow sympathetically.
"H-how long have you been there?"
"An eternity" exaggerated the black and blue lad, both his eyes black, his cheek swollen and his lip split. He twitched painfully in the wrap of chains. He was an iron burrito.
"I'll get you down"
"N-no. I'm fine. This is intentional. I'm practicing for a show I'll be p-performing in Las Vegas" he prattled on, starting to feel the impending damage in his head. He felt any more trains would render him unconscious. The girl climbed up on the signal and went to try to fiddle with the chains, attempting to free him. "Las Vegas has really hot chicks in outfits with these big feathers and they dance... and there's lots of lights... I think... I've never been there, but I see it in movies and magazines" the poor beaten boy droned on, his pitch escalating in random moments, as if he were drunk. Drunk on pain.
"I think I got it" confirmed the girl and the boy dropped onto the tracks with the heavy rusted iron that once bound him.
Boomer stumbled out with a goofy smile, disorientated, just narrowly missing another train. It must've been a busy schedule for that day.
"Hey, how about we got to Las Vegas?" continued the agonized, beaten pulp. "We can look at the lights and gamble our life savings on a jet and... and a tube of toothpaste... and... and..."
"I think I need to take you home" said the girl. "The idea of leaving you alone when you're in this state... What's your name?"
The blue hued lad mumbled and leaned on her for balance "Boomer, but my brothers call me dumb, stupid, worthless and..."
"I'm Robin" interupted the girl. "C'mon, I'm taking you home".
END OF PART 1
(So this story is for mlpgirl1998. I hope you enjoy it. This is kinda what I'm working with at the moment, but if you'd like for certain things to happen or have ideas, let me know. This is made specially for you after all)