Hello once again. I once more have about nothing to say. Oh, wait. Yea, you probably don't give any shits, but I saw the new batman movie. I love when the cops are the ones revolting. Great movie. I recommend to all!

Traintrax: it is ok to leave an opinion if it's good. I like good. But I don't wanna here bad opinions. I guess I do need to check the spelling and grammar. I'll work on it. You are not required to leave reviews. It's just something I like. It urges my writing.

Anywho, let's us get on with le chapter.

I sat under a tree. I had ran for what felt like half an hour. I didn't know how far I ran, just that I ran. The rain still poured down as I thought about the life I had. Why was I cursed with the infinite anger? I don't belong anywhere. I just need to. . . I don't know! What do I need to do?

"Maybe it's best if I weren't even in this world anymore. Maybe the life after this will hold great things for me," I spoke.

"Well, that's no way to think, now is it?" I heard a voice from my side. I looked up to see a pony who was coloured bright green. He had crimson mane and tale, and brown eyes. He had a trumpet for a cutie mark.

"What?" I asked.

"I said: That's no way to think, no is it?" he answered.

"You would know better if you were me," I said.

"How so?"

"Lets just say a pony robbed my house today, and I ended up breaking his leg,"

"And?"

I stared at him.

"I broke his leg! The bone stuck out of the back of his leg, and blood went everywhere!" I exclaimed.

"So? He tried to rob you. You brought justice to yourself," he said.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Hellion. You?"

"Night Waves. Why is Hellion your name?" I asked.

"Now that sir, is none of your business. Now, what do you say I take you back from whence you came?" he asked.

"I'm a freak! Nopony wants me back in ponyville! Nopony wants me anywhere," I said bluntly.

"How are you a freak?" he sat down by me. I then noticed that he was equally as soaked in the down pour as I am.

"I've got this anger issue, and it always gets the worst of me out in the worst possible time. Social gatherings, or just a nice visit of friends. It's always a disaster. I here these great things of ponies having good times when i'm not there, but when I am. Well, I think you get it," I answered.

"I find it hard to believe. You seem like a fellow ol' chap to me. Don't be so hard on yourself. Now, i've been to ponyville before. I know how they are. Understanding. You need to understand that they won't hate you unless you're a blatant jerk. Now, i'm going to ponyville now. I hope you'd come with me. I'm sure it's better than freezing to death in this rain. What do you say? Friends?" he asked. I stared at him. I then smiled.

"Friends. Thanks," I said. He nodded.

"Well, I say we get going. I here the storm is supposed pass soon. The weather ponies told me it would clear up around five. Now, I think it's about. . . three. Come on then, we don't have all day!" he told me. He got up, and so did I.

. . .

"Oh, man. I hope Night is ok. He's been gone for a while now!" Twilight gave a worried expression to Pinkie Pie and the rest of the mane six. They were all gathered in Twilight's library in the upstairs room.

"Don't worry. I'm sure he's just upset," Applejack said.

"He might just need some time to think everything out. He had those anger issues, you know. He probably feels really guilty about that stuff after wards. I've read about it in a magazine. Those with anger issues usually feel a large amount of quilt," rarity explained. "It also said that ponies have this when they've had a hard past. Usually some family trauma,"

"What could his family have to do with this. Did something happen to them?" Rainbow asked.

"We don't know. But, I think we need to ask him about it," Twilight suggested.

"Oh no! Twilight, no offense, but that's a not so good idea. If there's mental trauma, it takes time, trust, and above all, a good friend, for someone to confess something about their trauma. It brings up bad memories, where they need somepony they can trust with anything," fluttershy explained.

"Well, who here is his best friend so far? We need to get this done as quickly as possible," Twilight said.

"That would be me!" pinkie jumped up. "He even said: oh, Pinkie, you're my best friend! Then we went into the tree house for the party to start! That was yesterday!" she said. "He even offered me to tell me why!" she kept smiling.

"What? I didn't you accept?" Twilight asked.

"Because, it probably wasn't the right time to," Rainbow said. "And it is hard to confess anything about trauma. Trust me,"

"Well, you need to get it out of him, Pinkie. It's for the best," rarity said.

"Okee dokee lokee!" Pinkie said. "Wait! What if he doesn't want to tell?" she asked. She answered herself before the others could. "Oh well! I'll think of something!"

. . .

Hellion and I stood outside the door to the tree house. It was about four thirty. "Ready, Night?" he asked. I kept staring at the door. I finally spoke.

"Yeah. I'm ready,"

I opened the door. I walked in with Hellion doing the same behind me. I took a deep breath.

"Is anyone here?" I yell. Pinkie pops her head into the room from above the stair case.

"Hi, Night. Hi, Hellion!" she said.

"Hellion, Pinkie, You two know each other?" I asked.

"Of course! I live here in ponyville!" Hellion said.

"oh. Well, that's cool! So, Pinkie, about earlier," I rubbed the back of my head. She immediately came up to me and hugged me. When she backed away, I was left stunned.

"You saved me! That burglar never saw you coming. Don't worry, I already turned him in," she reassured. Then, Hellion exclaimed that he had to go home at this point in time. He left so that I was alone with Pinkie.

"So, you think I did a good thing?" I asked.

"Of course, silly! Why would it be bad? You were justified," she said.

I gave her sad look. "I can't believe it. I still haven't told you why I left my home when I was six," I told her.

"You know you don't need to tell me. Just do what's comfortable," she said rainbow dash who was upstairs along with the rest of the mane six facehoofed. Nopony noticed, and kept listening in on the conversation.

"No. I need to tell somepony, and it might as well be you. You're the only pony I trust with this information.

. . .

Twilight heard the last sentence Night said. She frowned. She used her magic to create bubbles around everyponies heads upstairs. No sound got in or out. She needed to leave this between the two ponies downstairs.

. . .

"You have to Pinkie promise not to tell anypony unless I say you can. Alright?" I asked.

She sighed mentally. "Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye," she said.

I opened my mouth to speak.

Le art of le cliff hang! That is all!