"AddictAnon - Part 3 (Fuck)"
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AddictAnon - Part 3 (Fuck)

>Looking over your shoulder, what greets your eyes is the purest embodiment of misplaced testosterone and involuntary celibacy.
>Flash Sentry.
>You've gotten him a couple things before, on Vinyl's behalf.
>But holy fuck he is a sad, sad man.
>He acts all cocky off the xans, but breaks down and cries about his favorite music artist dying when he's all fucked up.
>Or he cries about his ex, but you don't stick around long enough for that.
>Hands still in your pockets, you slightly turn in his direction.
>Not directly facing him, because you really don't care enough to give him that respect, but turned enough to humor him.
"You here to cry on my shoulder again, Flash?"
>Anger in his eyes, he steps closer to you with an accusatory finger pointing your way.
>"Hey, fuck you! That was once, and only once!"
>You lean on the lockers behind you, stifling a chuckle.
>Heh. It's so easy to fuck with him.
>Evidently he notices the smirk crossing your face, his angry sigh almost echoing through the hall.
>Between classes here, it gets eerily empty. 
>The patter of rain on the roof of the school is the only thing breaking the silence.
>No teacher keeps their doors open, for whatever reason, and most students are too scared of Luna and Celestia to skip classes.
>Mostly Luna.
>Flash isn't a perfect student, but he is a bitch; he must want to talk about something important, if he's risking facing Luna's wrath.
>"I'm here to tell you to back off."
>Well, that almost intimidated you.
>His tone sounds serious, but he's shaking like a hypothermic Hayden Christensen trapped under a frozen riverbed.
>Outdated reference out of the way, you turn towards him and stare him down.
>He looks like he's actively trying not to shrink under your gaze.
>Wow, either he's short or you're tall. You easily have 3 or 4 inches on him, and he's standing straight in his attempt to confront you.
"Why?"
>He glances around, the halls still empty.
>"You'd better back off of her, or else!"
>Her?
"Literally who?"
>"I saw you with her at lunch! You can't try to sweep in and...cuck me like that!"
>He starts talking louder.
>"You fucker! I won't let you do this to me! Or Sunset!"
>Really? Her?
>He's sweating, and his eyes are dilated to the point of abnormality.
>You're no detective, but you're familiar enough with drugs to know that he's on something.
"Flash, calm down. You aren't thinking straight."
>"No, I'm thinking more clear than ever. You're here to ruin my life, and..."
>He trails off, looking down at his shaking hands.
>That shivering from earlier, you don't think it was out of fear.
>"I won't let you do this, Anonymous."
>He starts reaching into his jacket pocket.
>The lights in the hallway flicker. The sound of rain on the roof gets louder; a storm's coming in.
>Flash looks up at the ceiling, the telltale glint of metal in his hand revealing itself in the light.
>You take this opportunity to start backing away, eyes looking for a way out.
>Fuck, fuck, fuck. 
>Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
>This agitates Flash even more, as he retrieves a craft knife from his pocket.
>"Fuck you! Fuck you, fuck you! I'll fuck you up, fucker!"
>You're still backing up, trying to find some sort of exit.
>Flash starts approaching you, knife in hand.
>The rain on the roof starts getting louder in your ears.
>Your heart pounds in your chest.
>Why the fuck are you in this situation?
>Your mind races.
>Why?
>The patter of rain just keeps getting louder and louder.
>Fucking why?
>You're jolted out of your thoughts, back hitting a wall of lockers.
>Flash's eyes lock with yours.
>There's no way out, is there?
>The rain has turned cacophonous, ringing in your ears to the point of breaking your panic.
>Fuck this.
>You raise your fists up.
>Fuck him.
>You barely feel the slash of the knife against your arm, throwing a punch.
>Fuck him.

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>The silence in your classroom is unbearable.
>It's been 52 minutes since Vice-Principal Luna declared a lockdown.
>Your eyes have been on the clock the entire time.
>Class started like normal. Everyone was tired and full after lunch, so the only noise interrupting the ambient sound of rain on the roof was your teacher's voice.
>You heard what you thought was the sound of kids running to class outside, and then the intercom came on.
>Apparently the sound wasn't kids running to class, but security on their way to the second floor.
>You didn't even know there was security at this school.
>Probably because you've never had an actual lockdown before. You've always had drills, yes, but never the real thing.
>...
>53 minutes.
>Everybody just keeps waiting.
>The faint sirens outside don't make you feel any better.
>They arrived about 5 minutes after the lockdown started, and they haven't left since then.
>Your teeth grind against eachother.
>The nagging feeling that Anon is somehow involved in this doesn't make you feel any better.
>A crackle of static from the intercom brings everyone's eyes to the front of the class.
>"Alright everyone, lockdown is over. We have the situation under control, please remain in your class until someone from security comes by."
>The collective sigh of relief from the class does nothing to fix your racing mind.
>What if he got hurt?
>What if he was the one hurting someone else? 
>Did you already fail him? Not even a day into this?
>"Sunset?"
>What kind of a friend are you?
>"Uh, Sunset?"
>A tap on your shoulder grabs your attention, pulling you out of your thoughts.
>You jerk your head around to look a frightened Fluttershy in the eyes. 
>"You can...stop looking at the clock now..."
>Oh lord, she looks worse for wear.
>Her eyes are red and puffy, obviously from crying, and her hands are shaking as she takes her hand off of your shoulder.
>She's never been someone who can handle stress well.
"Fluttershy..."
>You both reach in to hug eachother, as she starts sniffling.
"It's okay, it's over now. It's gonna be okay, Flutters."
>You hope that you aren't lying to her.

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>You take a drag on your last cigar, exhaling the smoke into the air.
>Twilight always wanted you to stop smoking these.
>Something about being bad for your health.
>You sigh, flicking the rest of it into the bushes by your patrol car.
>It'll break down at some point, it's just tobacco.
>"Shining, come on. We have to take care of this."
>You look to your partner, sighing again.
>Spearhead passes you an umbrella, and you reluctantly accept it.
"Yeah, yeah. I know. Just...don't like seeing kids hurt."
>You shiver, thinking about your daughter.
>"Nobody does. Let's go."
>You follow behind the other detective, hands in the pockets of your trench coat.
"What exactly happened? How many got hurt?"
>The walk across the parking lot is brief but silent, the ambulance having shut off its siren a while ago.
>"One kid and two teachers. The kid got the worst of it, tried to fight back. Seems like he won the fight though, the kid with the knife looked beat to hell when I saw him."
>You both stop, standing in front of an ambulance. 
>The cloud of smoke around the ambulance is concerning, at least until you see the kid leaning against the outside with a cigarette in his mouth.
>"Uh...hey, kid."
>The kid just looks at the both of you with a raised eyebrow.
>"Hey. What's up, officers?"
>He seems entirely too calm.
>Breaking the silence with a cough, you motion towards the cigarette.
"You old enough to have that?"
>He takes the cigarette out of his mouth and drops it on to the ground, crushing it up with his heel.
>"I suppose not. You here to ask me about what happened?"
>You and Spearhead exchange a confused look. 
>"You got...attacked by another student, correct?"
>"Yep. Flash Sentry, kind of an asshole. Tried to stab me, but..."
>The kid shrugs, raising up his arms. They're bandaged up, but the telltale stain of blood seeping through is evidence enough that he was attacked.
>"Didn't really work out."
"Did you provoke this attack, in any way?"
>"He was mad that I befriended his ex."
>You raise your eyebrow at him.
"Befriended as in..."
>The kid looks at you for a couple seconds, confused.
>Eyes widening, he lets out a short laugh.
>"No, nothing like that. She just invited me to sit with her and her friends at lunch."
>A smile crossing his face, he looks at the both of you.
>"He looked like he was on some form of drug, most likely something new. Seemed like spice, I don't know for sure though."
>Now you and Spearhead are both interested.
>"And, do you have any basis for that accusation?"
>"Oh yeah, of course. His eyes were dilated, he was sweating and shaking, and he was delirious and paranoid about everything."
>"Hm."
>Spearhead takes out his notepad, and starts jotting things down.
"May I ask why you're so familiar with this topic?"
>A grin from the student.
>"Sorry detective, gotta plead the fifth here."
>You chuckle. This kid's been through enough today, you aren't gonna grill him about this.
>"Anonymous, please follow me."
>The sudden appearance of a school nurse from behind the ambulance gives you a bit of a scare, and you turn your head to look at her.
>"Oh. Hello, detectives. Do you mind if I take Anonymous from you? The ambulance is about to leave."
>The engine on the ambulance starts up, seemingly on cue.
"We don't mind. The other detectives who came by earlier took the suspect, so he's all yours."
>You turn to Anonymous.
"Thanks for your time. Do you have a way for us to contact you, Anonymous?"
>He takes out his phone, looking at it and doing something before showing it to Spearhead.
>Something about that number seems familiar, but you ignore the feeling.
>"Hope I helped, detectives."
>Spearhead, satisfied with the number he has on his notepad, puts it away and gives a smile to the kid.
>"Have a nice day, Anonymous."
>You both turn to leave, hearing faint conversation from Anonymous and the nurse.
>"Please, Redheart. I don't need my dad to know about this."
>"What are you saying? What kind of father wouldn't want to know that their son was attacked?"
>"Mine, so please, don't call him."
>Getting to your patrol car, you look to Spearhead with a frown.
"Something's wrong with that kid, Spearhead."
>He lets out a bitter chuckle, looking up to the cloudy sky.
>"Nothing we can do about it, Shining."
>You shake your head, getting into the passenger seat.
>Nothing good was to some out of this.

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>God fucking damn it fuck shit bitch ass fuck.
>Your arms were sore, the painkillers dulling most of the searing pain from the cuts.
>Key word, most. It still hurts like a motherfucker.
>You insisted on staying at the school, despite the warnings and disagreement from the medical staff that were called.
>They really wanted you to go to the hospital, so when you refused they tried to do all they could in the moment.
>Getting quickly stitched up hurt like hell, but you'd rather not be thousands in debt because of hospital bills.
>The paramedic that stitched you up was pretty nice, though. He said something about understanding, and then warned you not to do too much movement of your wrists for the next couple days.
>Of course, he said you had to go in to get the stitches removed. 
>You gave him the same number you gave to the detectives, which obviously wasn't yours. Fuck the hospital.
>Looking down at your coat, you sigh. 
>Fuck, you ruined his jacket. He would be pissed.
>The bloodstains line the entire length of the sleeves, turning certain spots on the sleeves from a dark green to an almost completely black color,
>You're actually really upset about this, fuck. You don't have a style or anything, but this jacket was so goddamn loyal to you.
>Nurse Redheart walks back in through the door, a clipboard in her hands.
>"Now, Anonymous, are you sure you'll be fine? Your arms still don't look good, and not going to the hospital..."
"Redheart, it's fine. Thank you for helping, but I'm going to be fine."
>You flash your most awardwinning style.
>Critical success, you are one sly motherfucker.
>Redheart gives you a look, but lets out a sigh and sits down in her office chair.
>"If you say so. School's about to end, so I'd advise going to see the Principals now. You still need to talk to them about the incident."
>She mutters something under her breath about Flash and how "nice a boy" he was.
"Alright. Again, thank you."
>Redheart looks at you, and sadly smiles.
>"You're welcome. I hope I won't be seeing you in here any time soon."
>The bell rings, attracting both of your eyes to the clock on the wall.
>"Good luck with Luna."
>You chuckle. Even Redheart knows your pain.
>You've always liked her most out of all the teachers. 
>Based and Redheartpilled.
>Exiting the room, and that train of thought, you decide to roll your sleeves up in an attempt to hide the bloodstains.
>Then you roll them back down, remembering the bandages on your arms. 
>They completely cover your biceps, reaching down (or up) to cover everything from your forearms to your hands.
>With how they're applied they almost resemble fist-wraps, which makes you feel a bit better about the pain. 
>As long as you look cool, the pain means nothing.
>You reach up to your backpack strap, adjusting it, and wince.
>Nevermind.
>Everyone around you in the halls starts whispering and throwing glances your way, which you barely notice.
>Hm.
>You wonder what the situation is with the upstairs area.
>Only after being pulled off of Flash did you notice the amount of blood in the hall, all of which was yours.
>Somehow, it ended up on the walls along with spilling on to the floor. 
>You let out a chuckle, looking down at the ground. The janitor's probably having fun cleaning that up.
>"Anonymous?"
>That voice sounds familiar.
>"Anon."
>You turn around, looking a shocked Sunset Shimmer in the eyes.
>She looks down to your sleeves, which are still stained with your blood.
>"What..."
>You look around, the other students near you quickly walking past.
>"What happened to you? Are you okay? Where were you in the lockdown? Were-"
>God damn it.
>You let out another sigh.
"Sunset, I understand your concern. But I have a party with my name on it, and the Principals are the only thing between me and that. If you'd like to come with me, I can explain everything on our way there."
>Sunset gives you a concerned look, but walks up to your side anyways.
>"Please tell me that you didn't commit another crime."
>You stay silent for a moment, looking at the girl before continuing your walk to the Principal's office.
"There's a difference between committing a crime and being involved in one."