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January 13, 2015/8:31pm

Hello! ^^

My mind couldn't resist writing this MLP-based tale.

To my new readers: Welcome! ^^ To my old readers: Hey, my Rainbows! X3

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This story is dedicated to @RainbowDashPower, whose OC's will have their proper place in this fanfic. XD

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Onward! :3

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[Flashback]

||Rainbow Dash's POV: Worst Day Ever||

{Tuesday, July 12, 2012/12:12pm, An Isolated Location, Equestria}

      July 12, 2012 was not only my 12th birthday, but also the worst day of my life. It was my Golden Birthday. The crazy part? It was also 12 minutes after noon. The sun was hot, but that didn't break my concentration as I practiced a special trick my dad taught me: standing on my brand-new katana, on one leg (my left one), whilst floating on the water in the lake near our Japanese-inspired mansion called "Rainbow Manor". Sounds awesome, right? Try doing it whilst wearing a cyan kimono with silver lightening bolts on it, which I was wearing at the time (minus the extra crap - I wasn't a fucking Geisha), and black leggings. I had already mastered walking, standing, and running on water, but my parents insisted that I meditate, saying that I was "too hot-headed". Pffft. They'rehot-headed, I had thought to myself when they told me that. I heard a small gasp.

"Dashie, how're you doing that?!," the voice of my little sister, Rainbow Flash, asked happily.

      I opened my left eye to see Rainbow Flash staring at me, a huge grin on her face. I closed my eye, trying to meditate. I heard the mature, raspy voice of my mother say,

"Now Flashie, don't interrupt your sister's meditation. She needs to clear that hot head of hers. Come help me with Scootaloo."

"Okay," I heard Rainbow Flash say as I mentally growled at my mother for telling her that I had a "hot head".

      You're probably wondering: "Da fuck is a 'katana'?". It's a big, Japanese sword with a huge, sharp, curved blade. Used by samurai. Will slice through anything (almost). Mine was and still is magical, so it literally can go through anything. Mine is a cyan color, with a long, silver blade. Its holder is cyan too, but has my Cutie Mark on it. Cutie Mark = tattoo-like mark you get when you've found your talent. My talent? Mind-blowing, super awesome SPEED! My Cutie Mark is a cloud with a primary color-striped lightening bolt shooting out of it. You're probably wondering why a 12-year-old would need a sword. I got the sword that day, my 12th birthday, because it was a tradition in my family to give the eldest child a katana on their 12th b-day. Tada! I'm the oldest! Was the oldest. You're probably asking, "Why the past tense, Dashie?". Well that's what I'm about to tell you. After meditating for an hour (didn't even hurt), I walked into the house to see my 6-year-old sister, Scootaloo, whose nickname was "Scoots", and whom was confined to her room most of the time because she was sickly. Even though she was sickly, she was the sweetest kid you could ever meet. And what happened to her and my family that day... I'll never forget. The sun was about to set. Scoots was drifting off to sleep in her bed and I was about to go watch TV (we had a mix of new and old in our house). However, I never made it to our living room. A large, strange, figure in black suddenly entered Scoots' room, wearing a black mask.

"Hello, small girl," the figure said with an evil chuckle, his voice deep and creepy, "I guess to get to your father, we'll have to attack his heart."

"What is this?," I asked with a devious smirk, "Spiderman Three?"

"Insolent brat!," he said angrily, making me smirk more (wow this guy was a fucking giant cliche :3), "How dare you sass someone of my rank?!"

"Your rank?," I asked, still smirking, "Have you seen the house I live in? My rank makes your rank look like shit, bro."

      In anger, he runs at me. My katana never left its holder, which was strapped to my back. I jumped into the air, took out my katana, twirled it in my hands like a 12-year-old bad-ass (I watched a lot of TV and movies), and swung the blade toward him, slicing his head off. My long, rainbow hair must have come out of its bun because my hair was now in my face.

"D-Dashie?," Scootaloo's voice asked shakily, making me turn to her.

      I watched in horror as another figure, in the same costume as the first, quickly slit my baby sister's thin throat. What just... did it just..., I thought. Then I ran at the figure in anger, my blade ready to kill my sister's murderer.

"YOU BASTARD!," I yelled, trying not to cry, "YOU KILLED AN INNOCENT KID!"

"You killed him," said the figure, also male, pointing to the dude I killed, "Payback's a bitch, isn't she?"

"Yeah," I said with a smirk, "And her name's Rainbow Dash, mother fucker."

      I charged at the figure, but not wildly; I was trained very well. I leaped into the air, did a backflip, landed behind my attacker, and attempted to behead him, but he turned at the last second.

"Little brat," he said, smiling evilly, "I'm too fast for you."

"I bet you ten bucks I'm faster," I said, my confidence sky-high.

      He growled and swung his katana blade, but I quickly went all Matrix on his ass, sliding between his legs and standing behind him. I quickly stabbed him in the back.

"Ha!," I said in victory, "All that talk only to be beheaded by a twelve-year-old chick! That's just -"

      I beheaded him, and then continued,

"Sad."

      Since he was dead and no one else seemed to be attacking (for who knows what reason), I walked over to Scootaloo, covered in blood. She was covered in blood too, but it was her own! God, I'm glad I got him for what he did to her. I silently cried as I walked out to find my parents and 9-year-old sister, Rainbow Flash. However, I didn't have to look far; Rainbow Flash and my mother were dead on the hallway floor. I cried harder.

"DADDY?!," I yelled out, longing to see the dark-skinned, tall, buff-ish man I called "daddy", "WHERE ARE YOU?!"

"D-Dashie?," I heard a voice croak.

      It was my dad's! I ran to the voice. It was coming from my parents' room. I held my katana like a boss, just in case it was a trick. I wasn't gonna die like those dumb-ass girls in horror films. If there was one thing I learned from horror movies, it was that you NEVER drop your weapon. I approached my parents' room with caution. I saw my dad laying on the floor, his hand covering a bloody wound. He looked like he was done for. No!, I thought sadly, I can't be an orphan!

"Dashie," he said weakly, smiling up at me.

"Hi, daddy," I say with a sad smile, kneeling next to him, "Are you okay?"

"N-no, my angel," he said, making me wanna cry, "That's why I want you to take the bag I sat on your bed and get away from here."

"Bag?," I asked, my eyebrows raised, "What bag?"

"The bag I sat on your bed while you were meditating," daddy said, making me angry (did he know this would happen?).

"What?," I asked angrily.

"It's a magical bag," daddy said, "It has everything you need to survive in it."

"You, mom, Scoots, and Flashie, aren't in the bag," I say defiantly, looking at the pattern on my kimono.

"I know," dad said, chuckling a bit (can't he see my pain?), "But you need to get out of here. Now."

      I nodded, knowing he was gonna die soon. I was trained to be as tough as a diamond. I stood up and told him,

"I love you, daddy."

      I did that, holding in my tears. I'll cry later, I thought.

"I love you, my a-angel," dad said, but that was it.

      The strong and courageous Thunder Brawn was dead. His wife, Rainbow Strike, and his daughters, Rainbow Flash and Scootaloo, were gone too. Now his last remaining daughter, Rainbow Dash, would have to try to survive on her own. I walked to my room sadly, mourning my immediate family. I looked at the small backpack on my bed. It was cyan and shaped like a Pegasus. It had a rainbow mane and tail made of yarn. I smiled because my symbol was a Pegasus. There was a silver necklace with a Pegasus charm dangling from it. I ran to my bathroom, took a quick shower to get the blood off, and just forgot about the kimono as I changed into new underwear and something a little more urban: a blue/white plaid, long-sleeved flannel over a simple, white, long-sleeved T-shirt, black skinny jeans, and blue, winged Converse. I put my hair in a simple ponytail. I placed the necklace around my neck and fastened it. I went to grab my katana, surprised when the blade was blood-free, as well as the holder. I grabbed the backpack, placed the katana in its holder, strapped it to me, and left Rainbow Manor forever. Wanna hear something crazy? I swear this was the only outfit in my drawers. Also: My kimono wasn't on the floor anymore.

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January 14, 2015/1:19am

Hey, guys! :3

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Was that enough action? I hope that was enough action. XD

Stay tuned for chappy #2! Good night! ^^

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Edited: 1-24-15/9:32pm

Edited: 7:**-49pm, 8:01-13pm, 8:15pm (I edited the tenses of the words; her memory was supposed to be in past tense. :/)