hello Bronies. Man this chapter was late BONUS CHAPTER! I can't belive it half 1k and counting how great is that! Man some girls at my school are going to kill me for the lateness. Anywho I have had the longest most difficult time starting it and continueing the story. I know he here I want to go but I'm haveing trouble getting there... Raah!
School... School... Dusk sat up. The clock read 7:45. "Oh no" he thought aloud. "idiot, idiot idiot idiot.." He called himself. He was on thin ice now. Breaking that ice drops you in to a chilled pool of stress. He got his clothes on after a quick shower. It was a challenge considering the fact that he'd gotten soap in his eyes. After a literal trip down the stairs he went to pack his stuff. After fitting 12lbs of books and papers into his pack. The bus arrived. Dusk sprinted out closing the door behind him. He was the last on the bus. There were 12 kids at that stop and he was last. He got greyer. After walking back to his normal seat "21" he found that an annoying prat filled the seat. "OI buddy this is my seat" Dusk informed the victim. "I don't see your name on it" the victim replied like a 2nd grader would to a 1st grader. The ice broke. "SIT DOWN" the bus driver called. Dusk got greyer. "Get out of my seat or I will write my name on it, WITH YOUR BLOOD. Understand?" He whispered. The victim whimpered and switched seats... To the front of the bus. Dusk's eyes, normally a kaleidoscope colourwheel turned a smudge redder. The rest of the way there Dusk had a slight smile hinting at thoughts going on about the others. When he got to school he hid into the shadows. He'd always wanted to try this... Telekinesis. It had taken him months to perfect but now he could use telekinesis on multiple things at once. Another thing he'd always wanted to try at school. Teleportation. His horn glowed a deep red, not unlike his eyes was turning redder by the minute. All the rage bottled up and now overflowing, about to burst... But when will be the full flood? A flash of light and he disappeared. Materializing at his locker, he pulled out his stuff required for first period. Luckily there was no one near his locker. He didn't need that attention, not then at least. After stacking his pencil bag, compiled his binders, and closed his locker door he continued down the hall. Little did he know that there was the local jerk around the corner. He stuck his leg out. Dusk tripped but instead of falling face first, he opened his eyes to find he was still levitating his books and amazingly enough himself. After recovering from the one-second shock period. He turned around and glared at the jerk. This was no ordinary glare. Dusk's grayness turned into a full out shadow form. He out stretched his wings and flapped up. The jerk ran. Not fast enough. Dusk in this transformed form flew 30 mph right off the bat. In ten seconds flat he reached and barreled down the jerk. Dusk landed. The 3 give or take a couple witnesses, mouths wide open stared while slowly walking away. Dusk reverted to a mostly normal form. The only difference was he was a dark grey and had eyes that blazed like molten steel, wielding a smile that would scare psychologically insane people back into there asylum, he cantered on to his class. 2 hours later third period ends and he is on his way to his next class when he saw someone who entranced him... He never did get her name. Based on what you hear next you can tell why. Dusk couldn't stop staring, then she made eye contact with him. The 'electricity' jolted his conscience out of synch with the rest of him. He reverted some more, changing back to his original color, eyes returning. He dropped his book out of his telekinetic field and his wings shot up. She giggled to herself and walked off. Breaking contact he now got a new sensation, his toe breaking due to some dropped books. He sat down, unable to comprehend this pain. A spell wafted to his mind, a healing spell. He tried it.. This extra effort broke his resolve to stay 'cured' . His foot was fixed and back to his morbid state of grey and red. this day hasn't gotten to its worst yet. At the end of his day he went to his locker, retrieved his stuff, and walked on. Plonk. He dropped a pencil. The biggest baddest bully had decided to get vengeance for his friend, the jerk earlier that day, and approached Dusk. Bad day, bad choice, bad ending. The bully stomped down on Dusk's hand as he picked up his pencil. Broken bones count that day: 8. He then proceeded to pick up Dusk's pencil and snapped it. He had literally broken the last straw, and five fingers. Dusk looked up, unphased by the injury, and absolutely livid. He stood up, held up the sharp end of the pencil and levitated it. The bully never screamed so loud. Dusk had stabbed him in between his middle and ring finger knuckles. Dusk walked away in a shadowy figure, blazing eyes, and a lividly insane smile. Flames surrounded him and he teleported home. That was the least thing the bully saw before passing out. The bully survived, Dusk wasn't caught and repaired his hand. After this act of violence the entire day he was flushed out of all his anger. He later moved to Colorado...
0_0 what the heck did I just write... Oh well. ._. Remember, Dusk always watches. Just kidding. Review, Rate, Follow, Favorite, Brohoof (\
Dusk out...