"Slice, slice, cut and tear. Give them all something to fear!" The music droned on and on while Dustin mindlessly flipped through his copy of sports illustrated. Why he even kept buying them, he would never know. He had different interests, of the dark and sadistic kind. Something not many people really understand.

Dusting had always been really dark. In 7th grade, when his science class dissected frogs, he had a smile on his face the entire time. But, I guess that's what happens when your mother is an abusive drunk and you have no father.

The cell phone in his pocket rang,and as he opened it, he could hear Twilight Sparkle ruffling through some of the pages of the books that were stacked cieling high in her room.

"Dustin? Are you there?"

"Yeah, Twi, I'm here. What's up?"

"Did you get that copy of Black Damascus and it Properties I asked you to pick up for me? I kinda really need it."

"Yeah it's right here."

"Thanks. Just bring it to school tomorrow."

"Sure thing." Dustin pressed end on his phone and threw it on his bed. He gave a sigh and threw his magazine in the trash bin. "No more of that shit."

Dusting showed up to school the next day with an outwardly joyful appearance. But he could still feel all the eyes boring into the back of his skull as he searched for Twilight Sparkle. He almost immediately spotted her dark purple clothes against the red wall by the gymnasium. He walked over and pulled her book from his backpack.

"Here," he said. "I don't know why you need to know the properties of damascus, and I don't want to. Just give me the money you promised, and I'll get outta your hair." Twilight gave a sour face and pulled five dollar bill from her purse.

"Fine. Here ya go." They traded off and Dustin made his way top the student council office for the vending machine.

As he rounded the hallway leading to the student council room, he suddenly ran smack into something that made him falll back. He looked up after recovering, and it was the cutest girl he had ever seen! She had wavy pink hair, and a nervous look on her face. She was wearing a super short mini skirt with a slightly revealling short sleeved shirt. Dustin was awestruck at the definite beauty of this girl, and reached out without thinking to see if she was okay. As soon as she saw him move, though, she got up and bolted away. He was dumbfounded at what he had done to scare her. Nobody had ever RUN AWAY from him before. Especially when they had never met before.

"Oh well." he said to himself and shrugged the situation off, and went to get himself a Pepsin from the vending maching.

The bell was ringing as Dustin stepped into the classroom. He slunk back to his seat next to Rarity before the teacher noticed him and started complaining about him being late. She was lucky he even showed up.

The door opened and the principal stepped in, followed by...that super cute girl from before! Dustin couldn't believe it! She was in his class and the only empty seat was to his right. This was a dreamk come true!

"Hello, class. this is your new classmate!" he turned to the girl."Would you like to introduce yourself, miss?" She mumbled something inaudible.

"What?" A kid asked.

"F-f-fluttershy" she said, barely able to be heard.

"Well Fluttershy," said the teacher. "Why don't you take that empty seat next to Dustin. It seems it's the only empty one."

"O-okay."

As she was getting her stuff set down next to her seat, Dusting leaned over and said, "Hi, I'm Dustin. I don't think you got my name earlier. Nice to meet you Fluttershy."

She hid herself.

'Hmm. I guees she's just shy.' thought Dustin. 'Better give her some time.' So he went abbout his day.

It was eleven o'clock at night, and Dustin was walking home from the rave that night. It had been three weeks since Fluttershy moved there. And she still hadn't even spoken a word to him.

He had decided to take the back alleys home, so he could have some more time alone. But then, all of a sudden, he heard some grunting. He thought maybe it was just one of the local vagabonds sleeping in a box. Or somebody trying to throw up. But as he got closer to the sound, he heard smacking, like someone was being punched. He peered around the corner and his eyes grew wide at what he saw.

Fluttershy was holding a man up off the ground by his throat with one hand, and was grasping a butcher's knife in the other. She had a cold, almost insane smile on her face and the look in her eyes that an otaku gets when he gets a box set of his favorite anime.

"Now now," she said loudly, in a teasing yet hate-filled tone. "You aren't gonna try running again are you? No, I don't think so. After all, I'm the one with the knife."

The man gave a garbled response, and her smile widened.

And then she brought her hand up, and swung it down right on his shoulder, over and over again, until it fell off. The man's screaming stopped immediately when she held the knife to his throat.

"You're no fun," she said with a dissapointed look on her face, as she readied herself to slit his throat. Just then, Dustin came out of hiding.

"Wait!" She looked back at him with fear in her eyes.

"D-dustin?" She dropped the guy and he lay there gasping for breath.

Dustin reached into his jacket pocket as he walked over to her, and pulled out a scalpel.

"here, use this. It's a much better feel." He handed her the scalpel, and the joyous look returned to her face. She turned back to the man and knelt down next to the man writhing in agony on the ground. She took the scalpel and started under his eye, cutting down, down, to his neck, and slit his throat slowly. Dustin smiled as the blood ran down the man's neck, and spurted from the fatal wound. The blood pooling under the man's head ran toward the side of the alley, and towards Dustin. Once again, happiness rushed through him, and he had pleasure from every breath.

Fluttershy stared at him as he tilted his head back and welcomed the feeling. Was this another person who understood the things she liked? After all, you don't see many people carrying around a scalpel in their jacket pockets. Maye she could give him a chance. It would be nice to have someone she could actually talk to.