"A-Anon.... why...?"
>Adagio's eyes stop glittering, and she takes one last, slow sigh.
>You take your hands out from under her, not even bothering to close her eyes, and pick up your .357mag revolver.
>opening the cylinder and counting the five rounds left, you go down the list in your head.
>Adagio? Check.
>Aria
>Sonata
>Sunset
>Rarity
>Yourself
 
>The rest aren't even worth a round.
 
>You stand back up, clicking back the hammer to chamber the next round.
>Just as you hear the click, the classroom door flies open.
>Ah.
>Hello, Sonata.
>"Anon, what ha----"
>Her eyes widen as she lets out a blood curdling shriek.
BANG
>You see a spray of fling up against the door behind her as she collapses.
>The screaming students in the hallway provide a macabre soundtrack as you approach the classroom door.
>Stepping over Sonata, you reenter the hallway, and look around at the masses of screaming and running students.
 
>It makes you chuckle.
>Why would they be scared of you?
>You have no quarrel with any of them.
>Looking down to notice your ex's blood pooling around her head, you remove your shoe from next to her.
>These are brand new shoes!
>It would be such a shame to stain them with blood before you've even finished breaking them in.
>You stroll slowly into the middle of the hallway.
>The echo of a particular set of boots rattles your ears, and you look to your left to see a shadow disappear around a corner.
>Black leather jacket.
>Bright skirt.
>You sprint down the hallway after her, and as you round the corner, see the women's bathroom door swinging back and forth.
>Hello.
>You head into the bathroom, in which you find four closed stalls and one running sink.
>And gentle whimpering.
"C'mooooon, babe, don't be like that."
>You kick in the first stall.
>Nothing.
"Sunny... ya had to know this was coming."
>Boot to the second door.
>No one.
>You look down.
"Ahh..."
>She freezes.
>"Anon.... Anon, please... p-please..."
"What?"
>"I... I-I don't wanna die, A-Anon..."
"Well, there's nothing I can do about that."
>Your boot hits the door.
>There she is, huddled up in front of the toilet.
BANG BANG
 
>Damn it.
>Two rounds on her?
>You fucking moron.
>Oh well.
 
>As you exit the bathroom, you have a choice to make.
 
>Aria, or Rarity?
>Rarity, or Aria?
>Decisions, decisions.
 
>Eh...
>...Rarity.
>Aria is only guilty by association.
>She didn't talk to you enough to get a bullet.
>But where to find...?
>"A--... Anon...?"
>Well.
>You turn around slowly.
 
>There she stands, her makeup running thick down her cheeks.
 
>"Anon....darling... please, let's talk about this."
>Oh great.
>Here we go.
>You lower your .357.
>"Anon... I... I-I don't know... w-why... you're doing this, b-but... if you were to just... p-put down the gun a-and let me /talk/ to you..."
>Naw.
>You put the revolver up to your chin.
>"Anon, WAI--"
BANG
 
 
And thus, Anon died prematurely...
...jut like this thread inevitably will.
 
As will every one after this.
 
 
Jesus wept.