I really want to shoot this teacher. All I had to do was pull out Yang and pull the trigger but no. That's illegal. In fact, I could shoot her with any of my guns. I had them all loaded just for this universe.

"Tran! Are you paying attention!?!" the AP Calculus teacher asked.

"What makes you think that I'm not paying attention?" I asked back.

"You're staring at the window!" the teacher replied.

I face palmed. "If you are fully cognizant, you would remember that I am blind! So why would I need to direct my eyes to the board if I can't see?!?" The other students started snickering as I made the teacher seem like a fool. "And if you were mad enough to think that I could see despite the fact that I have a cane and black tinted sunglasses AND that I told you I was blind not more than five minutes ago then you are mad and not fit to teach. IN FACT, just by listening to you, I can tell that you are a bloody idiot." I pointed to where the board was. "I remember hearing you say that the solution to four x to the fourth minus sixteen x squared is two x minus four parentheses squared and two plus four in parentheses squared but if you had any intelligence whatsoever, then you would have remembered that you have to reduce that answer meaning the real answer is x minus two in parentheses squared and x plus two in parentheses squared multiplied by a factor of four. Actually, if I wasn't paying attention, I would probably learn more than the rubbish you spout out of the hole you call a mouth." The teacher and everyone in the class didn't say or do did nothing. They were all looking at me with their mouths basically dropped to the floor.

I spat out of my gum into the old gum wrapper that once held it before I took out a banana muffin and started to eat it. "Now, I bet that the lot of you are awe-struck and staring at me with jaws dropped. Even a blind man can see that" I said smirking.

-X-X-X-

Well, getting a detention wasn't that bad. What made it even better was that I talked myself out of that detention.

Now, I was in the hallway with Fluttershy guiding me to my next class, AJROTC also known as Army Junior Reserve Officers Training Corps (Remember, corps is pronounced core not corpse. Pronounce it as corpse and see what happens. I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for safety, I can tell you there is none. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long life (not really, I'm only 16). Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you pronounce corps correctly, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you. Not really, your arse will meet the pretty end of a cacitus. You know, the spiny desert plant that is known for being spiky and being able to survive for long periods without water).

When I was walking to the ROTC room, the squad was in the middle of role call.

"Bell Toll" called the mustering petty officer.

"Here sir!" called Bell Toll.

"Calling card."

"Here sir!"

"Flash Sentry."

"Here sir!"

Upon entrance, role call stopped and everyone stared at me. Only in Army JROTC peoples will the cadets stop doing what they do for something as simple as this. Or maybe its because that this AJROTC is most likely this universe's version of the Royal Guard. This is also why I like Navy. Well, I did join in the middle of the first semester. I pulled out my schedule and asked "Is this the AJROTC class?"

"Yes. Are you the new guy?" the class leader asked.

"Yes" I replied.

"Put you're backpack against the-"

"I know what to do, I was in a previous JROTC." Still acting like I was blind, I hobbled over to closest wall and placed my backpack leaning against the wall. This is going to be a cinch.

AJROTC went by. I was immediately given a Master Sergeant rank due to my previous rank of Senior Chief Petty Officer. Nothing happened that was interesting. It was just a PT (Physical Training) day. Of course I beat everyone in physical capabilities with my demon powers but no one knew I had my powers.

My next class was AP Bio class. That went by pretty easily as I knew pretty much everything that was taught and my A.I. present in my glasses could have looked everyone up for me. This time, the teacher of this class seemed to have remembered that I was blind unlike the other teacher.

Now, I had to go to lunch. Lunch. What could possibly go wrong?

-X-X-X-

Apparently, a lot can go wrong when it comes to lunch.

One person in front of me was holding on to the my shirt with one fist raised. Around him were three others. One of them had a knife. All four of them had a large athletic build. The leader stopped me to rob me of my money.

"So you would rob a handicapped person?" I asked.

"Yes. Now give me those gold bits I saw you with or I will make you give them to me" said the bully.

Apparently, carrying a pouch of gold bits equaling twenty-five thousand bits was a bad idea. "So it will have to be like that." I still had the disguised Sparda and Yin and Yang but killing a few people would really mess up my reputation with this universe. Smiling, I head butted the bully in the face and sent him reeling back with a broken nose. Seeing this, one of his friends rushed at me. Before he could get within grabbing or punching distance, I jumped in the air and 540 degree jump kicked him in the face (a spinning jump kick for you readers out there that don't speak martial arts lingo) which sent him flying into a set of lockers, leaving an imprint of the person on the metal lockers. Another one of them ran forward and tried to attack me but was met with me sidestepping and judo leg sweep tossing him across the hallway. He stopped when he impacted a wall, making a large dent in the plaster. The last bully pointed his knife at me.

"What are you gonna do now huh Kung Fu ninja? I have a knife" said the bully with a knife. Oh god. He's one of those idiots who think that just having a weapon of some sort makes him a god. I face palmed. I held my cane into the air sideways. The idiot was still smiling. I smacked the blade out of his hands with my cane and looked back at him. His face blanched as he was now weaponless. I smacked him upside the head with the cane and knocked him onto his face. He tried to get up and run away but he stumbled around and fell to the ground. Looming over him, I took off my glasses, exposing my zalgo eyes. He knew he was doomed.

I was interrupted I heard footsteps coming from the next hallway so I donned my black tinted glasses. "Oh my god! What happened?" I heard a familiar voice say. Celestia. Of course. I turned to face her. "You're that Vietnamese transfer. Did you do this?!?"

"Yes. They attempted to mug me and I didn't want to get injured nor robbed" I replied.

She frowned at me. "We'll see about that" Celestia said while pointing to a camera that was directed at the two of us.

-X-X-X-

Long story short, I got away scot free and the four bullies were sent to the hospital. Not the nurse but the hospital. My actions were completely justified for the fact that they were attempting to mug me and that one of them had a knife.

Overall, that entire ordeal took only five minutes. I went back to what I was previously doing, going to lunch.

When I entered the lunch hall, everyone turned and started at me. Hmmm. I bet this had something to do with how I just beat up three people. My demon enhanced hearing picked up whispers. Gossip. Apparently, now I'm some form of blind fu grandmaster straight from Asia that doesn't speak English.

"Tran, over here!" I heard a familiar voice said. Fluttershy. I walked to where her voice came from and saw that she was sitting at a table. In front of her was a food tray with a salad, an apple, a glass of water, and a few eating utensils. I sat down in front of her and pulled an MRE and a water bottle out of my backpack. Mmm. MRE brisket. I spat out my gum into a napkin. I opened it up and started to eat it when Fluttershy asked "Tran, what happened? Everyone's talking about how you beat up Dumb Bell, Hoops, Score, and Caramel." I knew those four looked familiar. They were Rainbow Dash's bullies from the Equestria universe except for Caramel. They were the ones that were bullying Fluttershy at the party in chapter 2 (You know the procedures. Please take your complaints to Pinkie Pie)!

"They tried to mug me" I said in rebuttal.

"And you just beat them up!?!" Fluttershy asked back.

"One, you don't mug a handicapped no matter how much money they have. Two, I want to keep my money. Three, I didn't want to let them just win. Four, I'm Tran" I replied. Fluttershy just sighed. "Would it help if I said that the money they were trying to steal was going to be donated to the local animal shelter?" I offered. Thank goodness I knew Fluttershy's personality from Equestria.

"No amount of money can justify hurting four people and putting them in the hospital, even if they are bullies!" Fluttershy said. Ah Fluttershy. You will always be your kind self. I pulled out the bag that held the twenty-five thousands bits and plopped it on the table. The resounding clang emphasized how much money was in it. When Fluttershy looked into the bag, her mouth dropped. "This is for the animal shelter?!?" Fluttershy exclaimed. I nodded. I took a bite out of my MRE's brisket. "How did you even get this much money?!?"

"I have a job. Nothing special" I replied.

"Doing what?!? What job in the world will make this much money?!?" Fluttershy asked.

"Simple. I hunt down criminals. I get rid of bad people from the streets and get paid for it" I replied.

"Isn't that dangerous?!? Also, you're blind!!!"

"It helps if I'm a good shot or that I'm a good fighter" I replied. "And being blind doesn't really change anything."

"But you can still get killed!"

"I'm not saying its safe. I know I can get killed. I've had my fair share of injuries. A few bullet wounds here. A few stab wounds there. Some scars somewhere else." I took a sip from my water bottle. "You gonna eat that?" I pointed to Fluttershy's apple. She handed it to me. "Guess that's a no." I bit into the battle and chewed.

"You said you knew how to fight. What do you mean?" Fluttershy asked.

"A bit of martial arts. Nothing special." Magic helped. Demon powers too. Oh, and maybe having an entire arsenal available helps. "I know that you have a black belt. If I'm correct, you enjoy are a practitioner of the iron palm technique and you enjoy going on the offense."

Fluttershy's face was the only answer I needed. "H-H-How did you know?"

"Simple. I know everything."

"Please don't tell anyone. I can't have-"

"Don't worry. I have my secrets. You have your secrets. I won't tell anyone." Fluttershy still looked worried. "If it helps. I'll tell you one of my secrets." I took off my glasses and showed her my zalgo eyes. Using my demon powers, I switched them from their usual pitch black color to their pitch white form. Then I switched them back to their usual black form. "My eyes aren't exactly eyes." I placed my black tinted glass back on their usual spot on my face. "My eyes aren't exactly eyes. I can't see but my eyes can tell me a few things about someone."

"How does that work?" Fluttershy asked.

"They can tell me schtuff like where you are. Don't ask how because I can't explain it."

Then, another person came to our table. Just by what she looked like, I could tell who she was, the human version of Rainbow Dash.

"Hi Fluttershy" she said to Fluttershy. Her voice confirmed that she was indeed Rainbow Dash. When gaze rested on me, her eyes widened and she pulled Fluttershy away. She started to whisper to Fluttershy about me and using my demon enhanced hearing, I made out what she said.

"Fluttershy, you're my friend and we've been friends ever since camp but are you insane?!? He's that blind kung fu master from Vietnam. He's the one that hospitalized Dumb Bell, Hoops, Score, and Caramel!" Rainbow Dash whispered. Oh how she didn't know that I was able to hear her completely.

"Rainbow Dash, he's not that bad. Also, they were trying to rob Tran of his money" Fluttershy rebuted.

"Still, he was able to hospitalize Dumb Bell, Hoops, Score, and Caramel! Dumb Bell is the best heavy weight wrestler of the wrestling team, Score is the main quarterback, Hoops is the basketball team's best member and not to mention the one with the most penalties, and Caramel is the schools top athlete!" Rainbow Dash whispered back. Hmm. Didn't know that.

"Rainbow Dash, you haven't met him and you're making random assumptions of just one action."

"Fluttershy, he hospitalized four people who were all two or three times his size." Hey. I know I'm scrawny but I'm not that scrawny. She should meet Nick. "Name one good thing about him."

"He's nice and he just wants to help others. I know that he helps get bad people off the street and donates whatever money he gets. More importantly, he wants to help animals just like me!"

"Fluttershy, that doesn't change the fact that he was able to hospitalize Dumb Bell, Hoops, Score, and Caramel."

"Just take some time to get to know him first before you judge him Rainbow Dash" Fluttershy said.

"Uugh. Fine but if he tries anything, I'm socking him in the face" Rainbow Dash said back. Like she'd be able to land one on me. Her Equestrian counterpart proved that multiple times. The two of them walked back to me right when I finished the rest of my MRE. "Hi. I'm Rain-"

"Rainbow Dash. You're Fluttershy's friend from when the two of you attended the same camp" I said interrupting her.

"Oh. Did Fluttershy tell you about my awesomeness?" Rainbow Dash asked with a smug look on her face.

"No. I heard you say that to Fluttershy when you pulled her away. I know I'm blind but I'm not deaf. Actually, being blind would make my hearing much stronger than a normal person's and you only moved Fluttershy about thirty feet to talk to her" I explained.

"Eh heh heh" Rainbow Dash mumbled, obviously embarrassed.

"Want to try landing one on my face? Bet you can't" I taunted her. I stood up and smirked at her. "I'm just messing with you." I pulled out a piece of sugar free gum and popped it into my mouth. "And those four idiots tried to rob me. Hoops had a knife. That is wrong on so many levels. One, I'm a handicapped. Two, it was four against one. Three, they had the audacity to try to use a knife on me" I explained.

"Well..." Rainbow Dash paused. "Yeah, they deserved that but how were you able to hospitalize them?"

"Very effective martial arts. Try landing a shot on me" I said. "I'm serious. You won't be able to land a shot on me."

"Are you sure?" Rainbow Dash asked.

"Positive." Rainbow Dash paused for a second then threw a punch directed at my jaw. It didn't land as I caught her fist. "You can try anything and it won't work." I paused for a few seconds. "Even if you have guns, you won't land anything on me."

"That's awesome!" Rainbow Dash said.

"Eeyup. Martial arts is both fun and a good self defense weapon" I said back.

"Just one thing I gotta ask. Why are you wearing a large robe from the Assassin's Creed series, two jackets, and a polo in the middle of Spring?" Rainbow Dash asked. OY vey, not this explanation again. "Well, I wear the massive amount of clothing because I'm used to the Vietnam's environment. Right now in Vietnam, it should be about 100 degrees with a 90% humidity. I'm just not used to this country's cool weather."

"90% humidity! Holy hell! That's insane" Rainbow Dash said. "Wait a minute, if you're from Vietnam, then how come you can talk in English so good?"

"Its well. How come I can talk in English so well. The answer is I know everything." The bell rang. "Does anyone have Honor's English class?" I asked.

-X-X-X-

English class was boring. Very ungodly boring. What amazed me was I fell asleep in the middle of English glass. What amazed me even further was that nobdy noticed that I was asleep, including the teacher!

Next was AP US History. Again, boring.

My last class of the day, culinary, wasn't bad at all. Albeit a little slow, I got to eat in class. Only in culinary class, you get to eat your mistakes.

When school ended, I just went with Fluttershy who went to the local animal shelter for volunteer work. Once at her shelter, I gave the person in charge the donation and promptly left, heading towards nowhere as I just started a leisure walk... Not really. I was headed towards a nearby Air Force base. Hey! Stop looking at me like that. You know that  I would do something like this.

However, I passed a local firearms store. Me gusta. Inside the store, various pistols, rifles, and civilian derivitives of military weapons. Behind a counter was a single clerk. I checked around the store for an indoor range and found nothing of that sort. Strange, then where was that smell of gunpowder coming from? My glasses performed a scan of the store and found an enormous hidden room behind the clerk filled with military grade weapons ranging from automatics and explosives. Jackpot.

I walked up to the clerk and said "I'd like to browse your special inventory."

The clerk laughed in my face. "Kid, you're how old? 16? You have to be eighteen to purchase a firearm. Wait a few more-" The clerk stopped talking when I placed a bag of gold bits on the table. It must have been at least fourteen thousand bits in gold bits. He paused for a few seconds before he pressed something under the counter.

*CLICK*

The wall behind the clerk turned revealing a cache of weapons larger than the one showed on my glasses. Spread around the hidden room was other people "shopping." Every once in a while, gunshots sounded out from an indoor gun range. "None of the guns have serials so they can't be traced" the clerk said.

"Sir, if you have not noticed, I am blind" I said.

"What? Why and how-" the clerk stopped talking when I threw another sack of gold bits, this one containing a thousand bits in gold bits. He left the room immediately.

I immediately started rummaging through caches of weapons. Everyone needed new weapons. Ike needed a new shotgun as his double barrel was now a pistol and he needed a new general suppression weapon as his AK was not well versed in the art of machine gun. Logan needed a weapon for targets beyong his UMP's effective range but too close from his sniper rifle's range. Nick needed a new machine gun as his M60 was now a sniping weapon for him and that it no longer fit his capabilities. Andy wanted me to find him a replacement M9 and he needed something for targets beyond his submachine gun's range. Austin needed something better than his single shot twelve gauge shotgun. Alex needed a better shotgun and a decent ranged weapon. Me? I needed something for stealth. My M4a1 didn't count as the suppressor that I made for it was too long since the suppressor doubled the gun's weight and length. This large increased in length and weight made it annoying to use in short distanced combat stealth missions.

I started my search for guns.

-X-X-X-

I held a FN Five Seven pistol in each hand at an indoor range. Down the range was a large human shaped target held up by a pulley system so that the paper target can be brought back without having to walk. The clerk was standing next to me. "Careful where you aim those. I don't need to get shot by a blind idiot. Your target is direc-"

"I think its time for you to shut up" I said, interupting the clerk. "I can hold my own."

"Prove it. I bet you can't hit the paper once" the clerk said. "How do you even know where the targets are if you're blind?" He still believed I was blind and he is insulting me... And I'm holding two pistols. How stupid is he? I fire once. Then twice. Then again and again and again until the magazines were emptied. The clerk started to speak while pulling the target up. "Lets see if you still high and mighty-" He didn't finished his sentence as he saw how I performed. I had a quarter inch grouping on the target right where the target's head was.

I ejected the magazines to both Five Sevens, letting them drop to the ground. "Can I customize them or are you going to chastise me more?"

I now had two brand new FN Five Seven pistols. For you readers out there who don't know about guns, the FN Five Seven is a semi-automatic pistol made by FN Herstal in Belgium. The Five Seven fires a 5.7x28mm round, a special pistol round shaped like a rifle round. The unique rifle shape increases bullet velocity, power, and piercing capabilities and the pistol is fed from a twenty round box magazine. The only thing I didn't like about the FN Five Seven is the fact that the entire pistol is entirely encased in a polymer shell. After some customization, I had both pistols outfitted with a suppressor and tactical light. I also bought the clerk's entire inventory of thirty round box magazines and 5.7x28mm ammo which equated to about thirty thousand rounds of ammunition with nearly a hundred extended mags.

What next? I needed to finish shopping for my friend's new weapons.

-X-X-X-

I walked out of that store now with two brand new custom FN Five Seven pistols in one slot my inventory, along with sixty-four loaded extended magazines in another slot. In my backpack was an arsenal of firearms meant for my friends and additional ammunition to join our current stockpile. It may have made me two million bits lighter but it was definitely worth it.

I looked over to the nearby military base and scanned the general area. Let's see. Military personnel, aircraft, and enough ordnance to keep me happy. Lets see how this is going to be done. I should start with an invisibility spell. Then I'll-

"TRAN, I NEED YOUR HELP OVER HERE!!!"

Why was Logan contacting me through my glass's wireless communications system? I opened up a holographic communications interface of Logan. He appeared to be driving an SUV. Ford? No. Cadillac. Why? I'm going to have to ask him later, maybe now.

"Why are you driving a car and where did you get the Cadillac?" I asked. I am going to have to kill Logan later. This is going to mess with my plans with the military base.

"No time to explain! Just help me out here!" Logan replied. "I'm being chased by a hundred cops so I need your help here!"

"Then where are you?" I asked back.

"I'm on 43rd and Northern heading south!" Logan replied.

Wait a minute. I'm on 43rd and Northern. I'm looking  south so that means... I turned around and saw a large Cadillac SUV being chased by maybe fifty cop cars. Of course.

I snapped my fingers and teleported into the passenger seat next to Logan. "Okay. After this, I'm going to rape you with a cacitus." I took off my backpack and placed it on the floor mat of the car along with my cane. "Here, I'll drive." I snapped my fingers again and the two of us switched seats. I snapped my fingers again and the car started driving itself. Gotta love magic.

"We gotta lose these fucking cops!" Logan said.

I pulled my M4a1 from my inventory and looked back to Logan. "Aim for the engines of the cars. It'll disable the cars." Logan pulled out his UMP 45. "You gotta use something with more power Logan" I said to him.

"You want me to use my Tac fifty?!?"

"No. Logan, hand me my backpack." He did as so and I started rummaging through it. I quickly pulled out an assault rifle and several clips (just kidding, magazines). "Its an AR10. Enjoy." For the lot of you readers out there (please take your complaints to Pinkie Pie) who don't know about guns, the AR10 is a M16 chambered in .308/7.62x51. It fires at 700 rounds a minute from a twenty round box magazine. "I was going to give it to you later but I think this situation calls for this" I said handing the assault rifle to Logan.

"Don't know how I'm gonna thank you but I will!" Logan said back.

The two of us moved to the backseat and bashed out the side windows. Both of us looked at each other. We both nodded before the both of us leaned out the window to our sides and open fired on the cops' cars.

Logan did exceptionally with his new AR10. The hard hitting 7.62 Nato rounds easily had enough power to stop the engines of the cops' cars. However, the larger caliber bullet limited ammunition capacity meaning that he had to reload every four seconds or so. He would have depleted an entire magazine in two seconds but he let out small bursts instead of completely continuous fire so that he could somewhat aim.

I did slightly better as M4a1 let me stay firing longer as it held 150 rounds as opposed to Logan's new AR10 holding only twenty rounds at a time. However, the trademark was that I needed nearly twice as many rounds to take down a single cop cars because my M4a1 used a much smaller round, the 5.56x45 Nato, but it still let me take down more cars before I had to reload.

As I pressed the magazine release to reload my M4a1, I saw a road block ahead. 'Choyt.' I disabled the auto piloting spell on the car and grasped the steering wheel. "Hold on!" I did a hard left and drove the SUV into a nearby alley. When we exited the alley, there was another road block ahead." Damn it." I quickly grabbed my backpack and the cane from the front seats before I grabbed Logan's shoulder. "Hold on!" Logan had already grabbed his messenger bag. I snapped my fingers and the two of us teleported out of the SUV and fourty feet into the air above the school.

"SON OF A BIIIIITCH!!!!" Logan yelled out while falling. He stopped yelling that when he landed on his face. "Fuck you Tran. Just fuck you" Logan said when he saw that I landed on my feet.

"Well you're the one that was being chased by a bajillion cops" I said in retaliation.  I reloaded my M4a1 and placed it back into my inventory. "I'll delete the cops' memories and fix the damage." I opened up a digital interace on my glasses. "Digital record of it is now gone." I snapped my fingers. "And the polices' memories are now erased." Then I felt a wave of nausea and exhaustion wash over me. Damn it. Magical exhaustion. I really need to find a source of evil to regenerate my magical levels.

"Tran, are you okay? You're looking pale" Logan asked.

"Its fine. Just a bit of magical exhaustion" I replied. "I still need to fix the damage you caused." I took out a piece of gum and started to chew on it. "Exactly what did you do that caused all of that?" I placed my backpack and cane on the ground and used my backpack as a seat.

"Well..."

"Out with it" I said.

"Well..." I glared at Logan. "Sorry. I stayed after school..."

-X-X-X-

School had ended and I decided to stay afterschool to see what cliques remained afterschool. As I walked down the hallways of this school, I watched as students socialized with their respective cliques. Let's see. Twelve largely built guys in letterman jocks talked about sports. The jocks. Nine small teens with glasses, pocket protectors, button up shirts, and black dress pants were playing with... Calculators? The nerds. Fourteen students with scripts were acting out several parts of plays I didn't know about. The dramas. Several students with guitars practiced songs that were unfamiliar to me. The rockers. That reminds me, I need to get an acoustic guitar and an electric guitar that is actually meant for a human. Fucking pony guitars. Don't know how Ike can play one. Sixteen students... Is that Tran? With Fluttershy? Not going to ask. Walking away. Walking away.

Then I saw the fashionistas. You know, I miss that feeling. Seeing someone that actually has beauty. Over a year with several guys and no females. You see, everyone has that need. That one little itch that needs to be scratched. Not to say anything bad about ponies but they still seem like animals.

Not going to go for the fashionistas. Too uptight. You know, like Rarity. Tran, you know that. Instead, I went for wallflower.

Since you don't like anything that involves romance. I'm going to spare the details. I found a senior named Raindrops. She had light gold skin and light cyan hair. Again, since you're Tran. I seduced her. Went to her home and banged her. Sort of. Her father, who happened to be the chief of police, caught me right in the middle of us fuuuuuuu- sorry Tran. I mean. Screw it. You know what I mean. He tried to kick my ass. I broke his arm. Then he pulled out a gun. He tried to get off a shot but by the time he had his gun aimed, I had already jumped out of a window. Then I ran to his car, hotwired it and blah, blah, blah. You know the rest.

-X-X-X-

I glared at Logan. "..." I picked up my backpack and took out some gum from on its many pouches. "So let me get this straight. You slept with a random girl you didn't know until today, got caught by her father who happened to be the chief of police, then stole his Cadillac SUV to get away, got into a giant game of cat and mouse with the police, and then finally got away scot free when I helped you?" I asked. Logan nodded. "Okay." I walked up to Logan. "You're not getting away scot free." I smacked him upside the head like I would usually to Andy and sent him flying off the roof of the school. You know. The school that is FOUR STORIES TALL.

*SPLAT*

I looked down to where Logan had landed and found that he landed face first. I jumped down from the edge of the school and landed on Logan's back. "Thanks for the cushion" I said.

"Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiin" was the only thing Logan said.

"And you deserve every last bit of it" I said to him. "Wait a minute. Where's Twilight?"

"School library" Logan barely groaned out. She'll be fine for maybe forever. Wait. Now she has the internet... Oh dear. Oh well. I'll deal with it tomorrow.

*BEEP BEEP BEEP* My glasses again? A message popped up from my glasses  A text message... From Rainbow Dash... About a party... At her home...

I quickly read over the message. "Hey Logan, want to go to a party?" I asked him.

Logan got up, his suit had healed him by now, and faced me. "Sure. Where?" I smiled and told Logan the address. Logan pulled his Super Blackbird out of his messenger bag.

"You know I can easily run faster than you right?" I told Logan.

"I know" Logan said. He pulled out his SPAS 12 and shot me in the knee cap. To his surpise, the lead pellets he fired came bounced off of my black dress pants' sleeve.

I dusted off the lead dust that stuck to my pants. "Nice try. I already armored my pants last month." I snapped my fingers and my cane, then my backpack, fell from the roof of the school and onto Logan's head. The cane landing on his head didn't do mcuh as it barely fazed him. However, when my backpack landed on him, Logan was knocked onto his arse. My backpack may have contained a pocket universe to house everything in it but my backpack still had enough mass from the fact that it was a military grade backpack that I had armored up long ago and that it had the weight of a modified flamethrower that was integrated into the backpack.

Before he could react, I grabbed my backpack and cane before I ran off towards the location of the party. "I'll see you at the party and try not to get arrested again" I said before I ran beyond the Logan's hearing range.

The house the party was in was a large three story home that had several Roman details, such as pillars, and decoarted with several fountains and a WATERFALL that all flowed with a rainbow colored liquid. Rainbow Dash, even in this human universe, your house was overly decorated.

Upon the arrival at the party's location, I instantly knew how much of a party it was. Vinyl Scratch and Pinkie Pie would be proud. Lights of all types of colors flashed and radiated from the windows, I was able to hear the music from where I was standing, and a few people were vomiting on the front lawn. Hmm. Should I enter this obvious bout of chaos? I spat out my gum and started a new piece.

I went up to the door and entered. Mother of god it was loud. I use firearms without hearing protection and I didn't mind and my hearing was heightened by my demon powers. This? Even I could tell that it was loud. My glasses measured the music's loudness at around 145 decibels. Hmm. That isn't good. A .45 ACP measures at 157 decibels. When I looked at the source of the music, I saw what looked to be the human equivalent of Vinyl Scratch. Eventually, I got used to the loudness of the music and thank god for the dark tint of my glasses or my eyes would have been fried by the amount of strobe lights and lasers. Also, the amount of people present inside the home was insane. My glasses did a quick count and found that 372 people were present on the first floor. 372!

I attempted to explore the large home but was heavily stopped my the masses of people dancing. Large amounts of sports memorabilia decorated the walls and shelves that were present in the home. Oh Rainbow Dash, even in this universe, you are obsessed with athleticism.

Then I spotted an all too familiar face. The bully that had a knife. Then he spotted me. His lips moved but I wasn't able to make out any of his words over the music's drone. Then he rushed through the crowd of people towards me. So he holds a grudge and he's dumber than a rock. He's going to be fun fighting again. I could tell he was Dumb Bell by the picture of a dumbell on the letterman jacket he wore. Then the music stopped, everyone stopped dancing, and everyone formed a circle around the two of us.

Oh dear. This spells trouble.

"Sooooo. We meet again" he said. I stayed silent. "No talking? I'm gong to kick your ass for what you did at school." He is a really big idiot. "And that kung fu shit isn't going to help you this time." Wait, that means he has either a lot of help or a gun. I'm going to guess the latter. He pulled out a pistol and aimed it at my face. Everyone behind me moved to behind the bully in fear of getting shot. "Like I said, that kung fu shit isn't going to help you this time" he repeated, this time smiling. He was soon joined by the three other bullies I hospitalized. One of them, who I identified as Caramel, was in a neck brace from the 540 kick to the face. The second bully, who I identified as Hoops, had his nose bandaged up from the broken nose he got when I head butted him. The last, who I identified as Score, had an arm cast on his left arm from went I sent him flying in a locker.

"We found out that you were coming to this party so we decided to get our revenge" Caramel said. Him and the two other bullies that joined pulled out their own guns and like Dumb Bell, they aimed their guns at me. The only difference was that Caramel had a revolver.

A message popped up on my glasses.

Tran, do you need any help there? I'm in the crowd behind the four of them

~Logan

I replied with a quick no. I was going to handle this myself. I smiled at the four of them.

"What are you smiling about?" Caramel asked.

"Nothing much. Just four idiots in front of me who can't seem to take a hint that trying to fight me with the intent of winning is inevitable" I replied.

"Hey. We're the ones with the guns" Dumb Bell said. "Now we want that money you had."

"If you try to rob me, it might be a good idea to have loaded guns" I said. I held up my left hand open palmed. Lying on the palm of my hand was a small pile of bullets. "Or if you weren't facing me." I placed the small pile of bullets in my pocket. "Now, what are you going to try now?" Checking to see if I was bluffing, they pulled the triggers to their guns. Only loud clicking was heard. They paled, realizing that again, they were facing me without anything to keep them from being hospitalized again. "Now don't try to beg because I don't believe in mercy. It might be the fact that I'm a sadistic masochist but oh well. You're screwed." Then I placed both my hands in the pockets of my robes. "Also, now I have four new hand guns." I pulled my hands out of my pockets and in my left hand was the guns Caramel and Dumb Bell had aimed at my face a few seconds ago. Then I pulled my right hand out of my pockets and in my right hand were the pistols Score and Hoops had aimed at my face a few seconds ago. "This time they're loaded. To make this point across, I ejected the mag of Hoop's pistol and showed the loaded mag to the four of them. I reloaded the pistol and placed all four handguns in a pouch in my backpack.

I walked away from the four of them, leaving everyone stunned. Soon, the music restarted and it seemed as if that ordeal was forgotten. Let's look at the bright side, I now had four new pistols. Dumb Bell's pistols was a Sig P220 Sport, a German semiautomatic .45 ACP pistol fed from an eight round single stacked magazine with a compensator integrated into the barrel. Caramel's revolver was a S&W 686, an American .357 revolver with a six inch barrel. Hoop's pistol was a Beretta 92FS Inox, an Italian semiautomatic 9mm pistol fed from a fifteen round box magazine and the Inox meant that most of the pistol's parts are made of stainless steel. Score's pistol was a Walther P99, a German semiautomatic 9mm pistol fed from a seventeen round box magazine.

"HEY TRAN!!!" I heard someone call out. I at where it came from and saw Rainbow Dash. I walked over to her.

"Yeah?"

"That was awesome!!!"

"Okay?"

"Are you going to be fine?" Rainbow Dash asked.

"Eeyup."

"Okay. Tran, try to enjoy the party and please don't cause any trouble." I nodded and she walked away. Then I saw Logan drinking and talking to a girl with light cerise skin and hair. I swear Logan, if you cause something like with Raindrops, I'm going to rape you with a cacitus.