My Little Pony Friendship is Magic

The Six Lost Souls

Chapter 2. Fluttershy.

Martie clicked on the 1st portrait to the left of the screen. It took us to a memorial page, which was on the popular website, . Once the page loaded, I was able to see his face more clearly in the picture. He was a handsome, but a weather-beaten young boy. He had light, apricot colored skin, bright blue eyes, and dark red, shiny hair, but numerous small scars were on his face.

"Wow, he's handsome," I said, "but I wonder what happened to him."

Martie stared up at me, with a sad expression on his face, "It's really sad…" he spoke in a calm, heart broken voice, "But here's his story…"

Brandon Blake was the first boy we read about. He was obviously the inspiration of Fluttershy due to his personality, and his love for animals. Brandon was also a quiet and shy young man, but what his classmates didn't know is that he was being abused by his mother and stepfather at home. His mother conceived him when she was 15 and blamed him for ruining her life. When his step father moved in, this made the neglect much worse.

Brandon was sitting by the tree at the school yard that morning, alone, like always. He was waiting for school to start. He was dressed in his typical outfit, an old, torn up pink hoodie that was way to big for him, and bright yellow sweatpants. He loathed waiting outside for school to start. He had to do it everyday because his stepfather would always drop him off early. What he hated most was the infamous school bully, Matt Russell, who was a tall, bulky football player who's main goal was to make every unpopular boy's life miserable. Little did Brandon know, Matt was coming his way…

"Hey squirt!" Matt snared, "Are you hiding from us?"

Brandon turned around and saw Matt standing over him, with the rest of the football clan behind him.

"Just leave me alone," Brandon replied in a calm, gentle voice, "I really don't want to go through this again."

Matt's face was then consumed by an intense anger, "How dare you talk to me!" he shouted.

Brandon's body flourished with fear. He never wanted to make Matt angry at all. Matt was 6'4 and appeared to be a master at combat, while Brandon was only 4"9, and was twenty pounds underweight due to his parents starving him. Brandon turned around and tried crawling away from Matt, but he wasn't quick enough.

Brandon felt an intense, sharp pain plow into his stomach as Matt kicked him. "Fight! Fight!" Brandon heard the other footballers yell. Brandon fell on the ground in intense pain. He then felt a horrible amount of pressure on his back. It was Matt's foot, crushing him. Matt then swung his fist and it slammed into Brandon's face. Tears started streaming down Brandon's face. He then tasted his own blood dripping from his nose.
"Awww look," Matt snared in an evil voice, "Our little baby is crying!"

The whole football clan laughed and pointed while each of them took turns high-fiving Matt. Brandon lied there with his arms curled over his face, scared Matt would strike again. Luckily, they all walked away laughing. Tears continued to stream down Brandon's bruised up face. He thought about how lonely he was, and how he never had any friends. He wiped the tears away with the sleeves of his pink sweater, but then he saw something emerge from the bushes.

Two black eyes were staring at him from the bushes. Out of curiosity, Brandon slowly crept towards the bush. Whatever it was, it was well aware of Brandon and it didn't attack him or run away at all. Once Brandon got close enough to the bush, he sat back down on the ground next too it and held out his hand.

"Come on," Brandon spoke in a calm, gentle voice, "I won't hurt you… I just want to be your friend…"

The small creature then emerged from the bushes. It was rabbit, but it was different from all the other rabbits Brandon saw. This one was a pure white color. The rabbit showed no fear as it climbed onto Brandon's lap. It sprawled itself out and relaxed. Brandon slowly and gently rubbed his finger tips between the rabbit's ears. Surprisingly, the small creature didn't bite or run away at all. For once, Brandon felt like he wasn't alone. The school bell soon echoed through out the school yard. Gently, Brandon picked up the creature and set it next to the tree. The creature stared at him as he patted it on the head.

He then spoke to the rabbit in a soft toned voice, "I'll be back later today, but if you want me to come back, just wait here. I'll promise I'll come back for you."

Brandon then got up and walked towards the school doors. He looked back and saw the rabbit stare at him with his small, black eyes as he walked away. Later that day, Brandon came back after school was over and was shocked to see that the rabbit was still there waiting for him. He walked over to the rabbit and kneeled down in front of it.

"Your so cute," Brandon giggled, as he stroked the rabbit's fur, "I'm going to call you Angel because of your white fur, and your so adorable. We're going to be best friends."

Angel became the only friend Brandon ever had in his whole entire life. Whenever Brandon was bored, he'd just come by the school yard and Angel would be there, waiting for him. Whenever Brandon felt lonely, he'd go by the school yard and tell Angel everything, and he'd listen too. Sadly, this wouldn't last forever, because Brandon's life was soon going to end.

Brandon finally arrived home that cold, March afternoon. He felt lonely and heartbroken because he never found Angel waiting for him at the school yard that day. When he walked inside his home, he saw his mother and stepfather cuddling on the couch, not paying him any attention. Brandon walked inside his room and flopped down on his bed. Tears where streaming down his face.

"Am I ever going to see him again?" Brandon thought, "He was so sweet, so kind. I'll never meet anyone else like him…"

Something then caught Brandon's eye. Peering through the window at him, were two black eyes. Brandon recognized the eyes, it was Angel. Angel was knocking on the window with his paw. Brandon got up and sprinted to the window. He unlatched the window and opened it slightly. Angel hopped inside and Brandon held him close.

"Angel," Brandon sighed with relief, "I thought you didn't want to see me again. I missed you so much."

Angel relaxed in Brandon's arms with his nose twitching rapidly. Brandon carried the small creature back to his bed, and they both sprawled down next to each other. The small creature twitched it nose as Brandon gently stroked its fur.

"You're the best friend ever Angel," Brandon whispered, as he gently stroked the creature's fur, "We'll be best friends forever."

"Get that filthy beast out of my house!" A loud voice shouted, startling Brandon and Angel.

Brandon was shocked to see his stepfather, Bruce, walk in. Unlike Brandon, Bruce hated animals and thought all of them were disgusting. His face was filled with an intense anger and his hands were arched. He then lunged at the bed, and Brandon rolled away while Angel hoped off. Angel landed on the wooden floor and sprinted away.

"Run Angel! Run!" Brandon shouted.

Bruce chased after him, "Get back here!" he shouted, "I'll kill you! You little pest!"

Brandon then went into defensive mode. He jumped up and ran after Bruce. "Don't touch him," he cried, "He's my friend! Leave him alone!"

Bruce ignored Brandon as he barbarically stomped on the ground, trying to find and kill the poor creature. Angel was just too quick for him though. He dodged all of Bruce's attacks and tried to find a way out. Brandon then realized that he had to save his only friend. In an instant, Brandon sprinted to the door and pushed it open.

"Through here Angel!" He screamed, "Run!"

In less than a second, Angel sprinted out of the house as fast a firecracker. By the time Brandon looked out the window to see where he was going, Angel was already long gone. A hand then coiled around Brandon's neck, snatching him off his feet. It was Bruce, with his eyes engulfed with rage. With all his might, Brandon kicked and clawed at Bruce's hands. It did no good, as Bruce's grip became even tighter. Brandon his airway close up. With one swing, Brandon desperately kicked Bruce in the lower abdomen. Bruce moaned in intense pain as he dropped Brandon to the ground.

"You little prick!" Bruce shouted, "I'll get you for this!"

Brandon quickly crawled away, and darted out the front door. He took off running at the speed of light. Chasing after him was Bruce, who was armed with a hunting knife.

"I'll kill you! You little prick! You're going to die!" Bruce shouted with his voice full or rage.

Adrenaline pumped through Brandon's temples as he kept running. Soon he spotted a squad car right in front of him. Two police officers quickly emerged from the car and aimed there guns at Bruce.

One police officer shouted, with his voice full of fury, "Freeze! Drop the weapon! Now!"

Brandon spun around and saw Bruce drop his hunting knife to the ground. He slowly got on his knees as the police ran over to him, and clipped the handcuffs around his wrist.

Bruce was arrested for attempted murder that day. He was facing a trial date that was scheduled for summer of 2005. Brandon told the police the whole story about how his stepfather was abusing him, but he left out the part that his mother was abusing him too, due to the fact that he didn't want to end up in foster care. When he returned home from the police station that night, his mother was furious at him.

Brandon was laying on his bed with tears streaming down his eyes. His mother kepyt yelling at him over and over again.

"You little bastard!" She shouted angrily, "You ruined my life! And now you've sent my husband to jail! I hope you burn in hell for this! I hate you! I want you dead!" She screamed.

She then stormed out of the room, and slammed the door behind her. Brandon field heartbroken. Tears continually streamed down his face, and his pillow was drenched with his own tears. He was all alone now, no friends, no family, no one… Even Angel was never going to come back.

Meanwhile, Brandon's mother was laying in bed. She was furious with her son and hated him deeply. Many thoughts and memories of how he ruined her life flooded her mind. All of the sudden, her thoughts were interrupted by a loud noise of glass shattering. Angrily, she stormed out of her room and marched over to Brandon's bedroom.

"Brandon!" She screamed, "You better not have done anything else!"

She knocked the door open and saw that his bedroom window was broken. The curtains fluttered with the cold winter winds that were blowing into the room. Eventually, she noticed something on the floor. It was blood, a huge puddle of blood. Laying in it was Brandon, whose skin was faded to a pale, ghostly white color. He was silent and still. In his left hand was a shard from the broken window. His wrist were mutilated, and a huge gash marked stretched across his throat.

After a brief moment of shock, Brandon's mother just casually rolled her eyes. She then pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, and called the undertakers to dispose of her son's body.

Brandon died on March 15th 2005, at 1am. Many people believed that his mother killed him. In way she really did, but the real truth was that Brandon took his own life.

I stood in front of the computer with my mouth wide open with shock. "How could someone do such a thing?" I asked as Martie stared at the screen, "Brandon didn't seem like he'd do anything bad. He didn't deserve this."

Martie turned around and looked at me, "None of these boys deserved this," he replied, "But there's more…"

Marty then faced the computer again and clicked the back button which bought us back to the blog post. We saw the aligned portraits of the six boys on the computer screen. Six sets of haunting eyes that stared directly back at us.