Post by Mixtap3 on Jun 26, 2012 4:02:21 GMT -5
It was one of those days. Those terrible, head was still pounding with the sounds of hot, over worked stereo equipment days. Days where the weekend wasn’t long enough and the nights were far too short. Days when Vinyl Scratch cracked a bleary eye open, and turned her gaze towards the entirely wrecked club. She’d fallen asleep (See: Passed out) Behind the bar, celebrating her 9th win at the annual International Mare’s Music competition. The party had gotten out of hoof. It always did. With a shakey arm, she drew her hooves up to grasp at the Bar’s countertop, hoping to pry herself up into something resembling a standing position. When she managed that far, she drew her gaze around the wrecked club and frowned. It wasn’t her club. It wasn’t her town. It wasn’t familiar at all, and for a moment, Scratch let her head swim around in abject confusion, twisting and twirling past the urges to expel last nights contents from her belly.
…The Velvet Rope…Her managers club. It was all coming back to her in a horrible twirling revelation. They had the competition in Canterlot; A swanky, ritzy little place called the “Velvet Rope.”
“…Dude…If this place was high class before, I think we just lowered the property value like, half a billion bits.” Scratch chuckled dully. Red was going to have a conniption, no doubt about that. This was the calm before the storm, and Scratch was determined to enjoy it as long as possible.
The club- which once was the pinnacle of pride, sophistication and wealth, now looked like the inside of a tornado tragedy. The party had gotten wild…too wild. …Way too wild. Vinyl Scratch frowned. This wasn’t right. She’d been to wild parties before- she’d THROWN wild parties before- but the disaster she was looking at wasn’t the work of ponies with too much cider swimming inside of them- or ponies that let the music wrap around their hearts, and their bodies did as they pleased. This was something more. This was something different….this was something wrong.
Slowly Scratch drew her body along broken chairs and shattered tables. Crushed chandeliers and puddles of booze. It looked as if an earthquake had taken the club’s existence as a personal offense and did away with it entirely!
“Hello!” A voice called out, a new voice- somewhere near what Vinyl Scratch assumed, used to be the door. There was a figure there… A Pegasus. From what Scratch could see, he had two saddle bags on, and looked well groomed. Far too nice to have been a part of the disaster that was the night previous.
“I, Is anypony hurt?! What happened here?!” The male squealed, and trotted past a large hunk of debris that made it’s home right in the walkway towards the door. Vinyl stared for a few moments, pondering past her swimming vision, if this pony had any idea what was going on.
“H, hey! What happened here?! Are…are you hurt? Do you need me to get you to a doctor? M, My name is Skyheart…things are gonna be ok.” The pegasus explained, his voice as soothing as he could make it for the startled mare.
“A, a doctor?” Scratch stammer quietly, not entirely sure she was keen on what was happening to her. This club was destroyed, but she’d been there JUST the other night…just the night before, celebrating with Red Velvet, and her friends- her fans, her…Rival….
For a moment, Vinyl’s eyes drew wide as dinner plates, bright white with shock and despair. She’d been upstairs in the private lounges- the ones Red kept for hosting only the best and brightest of her clients. There, she found herself sharing drinks with a pony Scratch thought she’d never, EVER speak to outside of grisly insults and vicious remarks. “Mixtape.”
Recently, however, not only did the two find a grueling, near begrudged respect for one and other, but Scratch discovered she actually liked Mixtape’s music, and Mixtape, to her ultimate surprise, wasn’t as terrible and hateful as she’d originally thought she’d been. Infact, if anypony didn’t know better, one might have imagined they were friends- which is why Scratch had stopped listening to Skyheart’s demands. He was saying something about a doctor- an earthquake. The royal guards and finding survivors- but all Scratch could hear was the sound coming from upstairs. A muffled little cry of alarm and horror. It was soft- almost tiny- almost invisible, but it was enough. Before she knew what was happening, Vinyl was racing up the stairs, doing her best to avoid broken glass and jutting bits of wood that stabbed into the air as she raced along the damage staircase. When she got to the top of the stairs, there was nothing in the world that could have prepared her for what she was watching unfold before her.
Her Rival turned friend; Mixtape, was laying on her side- her mane in long, inky red strands around her head, and her favored pair of sunglasses lay shattered about over her nose. She was bleeding profusely from her head, and lay motionless- her body sprawled forward, protecting the prone, sobbing frame of Red Velvet. Scratch’s manager had one arm trying in vain to apply pressure to Mixie’s forehead and stop the girl from bleeding- and the other was wrapped defensively around her belly, her life…her unborn baby foal.
“Do, don’t do this…PLEASE don’t do this…You win! YOU WIN!! You can have everything! EVERYTHING, Celestia, please, you can have it, just don’t do this! DON’T DO THIS!!” Red sobbed helplessly, her face caked with tears her body trembling- and in front of her, glaring viciously- was a third pony. One Vinyl Scratch had come to hear quite a bit about in the past few months. A pony whom had nothing but hatred, and time, and a decided thirst for torture. A pony, known to all as Glamour. And Glamour was grinning, gloriously.
“I don’t think you understand, Red.” Glamour whispered dryly- her voice crunching in her throat- as if the situation was thrilling her to no end- like the touch of some long forgotten lover. “I told you I was going to take everything from you…I MEANT everything…I have every brick…every inch of paint…every bit you’ve made. I’ll have your career…I’ll have your life…but what I’ll enjoy taking the most from you, Miss Velvet…is your happiness.” The unicorn snorted darkly, slowly lifting an arm to direct her hoof towards Red’s belly.
“I will leave you with only the grim reminder, that I am everything, that you can’t be, and I will punish you for the trespass, that you thought, for just an instant, that I would have even CONSIDERED allowing you to be happy. To feel safe. To think that I wasn’t going to pluck every last one of your thoughts from your head and turn them to a nightmare of despair.
“…Don’t…Don’t do this. Glamour…Glamour please…” Red heard herself sobbing. It was the only thing that came out of her mouth now. It was the only thing she cared for. But the sobs slowly drew to a sputtering gasp of horror, when she watched Glamor, draw a plank from the floor. One that had been freed from the rest of the walls and ceiling in the earthquake. The tornado. Whatever Twisted magic Glamour bargained for to bring chaos to Red Velvet’s club.
Red’s eyes got wider and wider still, as the plank was uncovered- and at the end of it- protruding like a glistening, silvery perfect demon, was the most terrifying thing Red had ever seen in her life:
A long, sharp, shiny nail.
“Glamour…Glamour….Glamour….” Red sobbed, shaking her head. It was all she could say- all she could do. It was the only thing that made sense now. To plead- to beg for whatever shred of mercy Glamour might have hung onto when she sold her soul.
“I’m not such a bad pony, Red. I just think sometimes, other ponys, such as yourself, need to be put in their place. The Status quo, as it were. You belong down there, below me, with the rest of the bugs. The fact, that you even TRIED to climb up to where I am, means you need to be punished.” Glamour whispered. Red’s eyes widened even further. She had no tears left to shed, but the sputtering gurgle of terror that leap from her throat was enough.
“Y, you…you can’t…can’t…please don’t do this. Glam…PLEASE…Not my foal…don’t hurt my baby…” Red sobbed. It was her last chance. It was her only chance.
“I’m not going to hurt anyone, other than you, Red. You know, some ponies argue, that life begins at conception. Me, I think it begins at birth…so I’m not actually guilty of a crime here. In fact, if anything I’m saving a life. Because you would make the most horrible excuse for a mother I’ve ever seen, dear. Absolutely pathetic. And I’ve seen horrible mothers. My own, could have competed for gold if they had it as an Olympic event… but I’m babbling. Where was I? Oh yes…I’m even going to give you a gift. I’m not going to kill you, Red. I’m going to leave that charming little adventure all, to, you.” Glamour whispered, slowly lowering the plank towards Red’s belly. Lowering the nail towards Red’s belly. Lowering her hate, towards the mare she despised more than anything in the world- and that’s when she stopped.
It wasn’t by some grand intervention by an unseen force. Nor was it by any means an ounce of mercy that flickered up in Glamour’s facsimile of a soul. It was the fact that the mare Red Velvet was hanging onto- the DJ named Mixtape- vanished right in front of her. In the blink of an eye- and Red vanished with her.
“Wha…?” Was the only word Glamour managed before the world screamed at her from every angle. CRACK!!!
“GOGOGOGOGOGOGO!” Vinyl screamed to her manager and the other DJ- after she cracked the banister of the staircase right across the back of Glamour’s skull. Much to Vinyl’s horror, Glamour only stumbled forward for a moment- the Unicorn’s body glowing quite unnaturally. Even the most novice magic users in the kingdom knew that glow. There were tales told, and stories to behold. It was something foals and colts and fillies were taught from the earliest of ages. There was some magic that was ok to use. There was some magic that was not. And then there was some magic that was evil. That was wrong. That was forbidden. That was sorcery.
“Oh…oh that is impossible…” Scratch stammered, her mouth dropping open as she watched Glamour’s body contort- change and shift and stretch and whine and creek and shriek. The back of her head melted, gushing and forming and mixing together until it resembled the front of her head. And that was wrong in so many ways Scratch couldn’t begin.
“I’m gonna be sick. “ The blue manned DJ squeaked, and squealed when Glamour’s face peeled open and a white hot burst of flame spat out.
By the glass of her goggles, Vinyl Scratch avoided death- and that was only because Skyheart had come up behind her, and wrenched her away in the nick of time.
“We’re ok, We’re ok! You gotta walk with me, ok Red? Come on, honey, put your legs into it!” Mixtape hissed. She was struggling to hold herself up along with Red Velvet, who had lost her grip on the situation, and now was babbling endlessly about babies, birthday showers, being a mommy and how she’d failed at all of it. All the things she wanted to do, and all the things she wanted to teach. All of it gone- she’d failed as a mother before she even got to see her child’s shining eyes.
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…The Velvet Rope…Her managers club. It was all coming back to her in a horrible twirling revelation. They had the competition in Canterlot; A swanky, ritzy little place called the “Velvet Rope.”
“…Dude…If this place was high class before, I think we just lowered the property value like, half a billion bits.” Scratch chuckled dully. Red was going to have a conniption, no doubt about that. This was the calm before the storm, and Scratch was determined to enjoy it as long as possible.
The club- which once was the pinnacle of pride, sophistication and wealth, now looked like the inside of a tornado tragedy. The party had gotten wild…too wild. …Way too wild. Vinyl Scratch frowned. This wasn’t right. She’d been to wild parties before- she’d THROWN wild parties before- but the disaster she was looking at wasn’t the work of ponies with too much cider swimming inside of them- or ponies that let the music wrap around their hearts, and their bodies did as they pleased. This was something more. This was something different….this was something wrong.
Slowly Scratch drew her body along broken chairs and shattered tables. Crushed chandeliers and puddles of booze. It looked as if an earthquake had taken the club’s existence as a personal offense and did away with it entirely!
“Hello!” A voice called out, a new voice- somewhere near what Vinyl Scratch assumed, used to be the door. There was a figure there… A Pegasus. From what Scratch could see, he had two saddle bags on, and looked well groomed. Far too nice to have been a part of the disaster that was the night previous.
“I, Is anypony hurt?! What happened here?!” The male squealed, and trotted past a large hunk of debris that made it’s home right in the walkway towards the door. Vinyl stared for a few moments, pondering past her swimming vision, if this pony had any idea what was going on.
“H, hey! What happened here?! Are…are you hurt? Do you need me to get you to a doctor? M, My name is Skyheart…things are gonna be ok.” The pegasus explained, his voice as soothing as he could make it for the startled mare.
“A, a doctor?” Scratch stammer quietly, not entirely sure she was keen on what was happening to her. This club was destroyed, but she’d been there JUST the other night…just the night before, celebrating with Red Velvet, and her friends- her fans, her…Rival….
For a moment, Vinyl’s eyes drew wide as dinner plates, bright white with shock and despair. She’d been upstairs in the private lounges- the ones Red kept for hosting only the best and brightest of her clients. There, she found herself sharing drinks with a pony Scratch thought she’d never, EVER speak to outside of grisly insults and vicious remarks. “Mixtape.”
Recently, however, not only did the two find a grueling, near begrudged respect for one and other, but Scratch discovered she actually liked Mixtape’s music, and Mixtape, to her ultimate surprise, wasn’t as terrible and hateful as she’d originally thought she’d been. Infact, if anypony didn’t know better, one might have imagined they were friends- which is why Scratch had stopped listening to Skyheart’s demands. He was saying something about a doctor- an earthquake. The royal guards and finding survivors- but all Scratch could hear was the sound coming from upstairs. A muffled little cry of alarm and horror. It was soft- almost tiny- almost invisible, but it was enough. Before she knew what was happening, Vinyl was racing up the stairs, doing her best to avoid broken glass and jutting bits of wood that stabbed into the air as she raced along the damage staircase. When she got to the top of the stairs, there was nothing in the world that could have prepared her for what she was watching unfold before her.
Her Rival turned friend; Mixtape, was laying on her side- her mane in long, inky red strands around her head, and her favored pair of sunglasses lay shattered about over her nose. She was bleeding profusely from her head, and lay motionless- her body sprawled forward, protecting the prone, sobbing frame of Red Velvet. Scratch’s manager had one arm trying in vain to apply pressure to Mixie’s forehead and stop the girl from bleeding- and the other was wrapped defensively around her belly, her life…her unborn baby foal.
“Do, don’t do this…PLEASE don’t do this…You win! YOU WIN!! You can have everything! EVERYTHING, Celestia, please, you can have it, just don’t do this! DON’T DO THIS!!” Red sobbed helplessly, her face caked with tears her body trembling- and in front of her, glaring viciously- was a third pony. One Vinyl Scratch had come to hear quite a bit about in the past few months. A pony whom had nothing but hatred, and time, and a decided thirst for torture. A pony, known to all as Glamour. And Glamour was grinning, gloriously.
“I don’t think you understand, Red.” Glamour whispered dryly- her voice crunching in her throat- as if the situation was thrilling her to no end- like the touch of some long forgotten lover. “I told you I was going to take everything from you…I MEANT everything…I have every brick…every inch of paint…every bit you’ve made. I’ll have your career…I’ll have your life…but what I’ll enjoy taking the most from you, Miss Velvet…is your happiness.” The unicorn snorted darkly, slowly lifting an arm to direct her hoof towards Red’s belly.
“I will leave you with only the grim reminder, that I am everything, that you can’t be, and I will punish you for the trespass, that you thought, for just an instant, that I would have even CONSIDERED allowing you to be happy. To feel safe. To think that I wasn’t going to pluck every last one of your thoughts from your head and turn them to a nightmare of despair.
“…Don’t…Don’t do this. Glamour…Glamour please…” Red heard herself sobbing. It was the only thing that came out of her mouth now. It was the only thing she cared for. But the sobs slowly drew to a sputtering gasp of horror, when she watched Glamor, draw a plank from the floor. One that had been freed from the rest of the walls and ceiling in the earthquake. The tornado. Whatever Twisted magic Glamour bargained for to bring chaos to Red Velvet’s club.
Red’s eyes got wider and wider still, as the plank was uncovered- and at the end of it- protruding like a glistening, silvery perfect demon, was the most terrifying thing Red had ever seen in her life:
A long, sharp, shiny nail.
“Glamour…Glamour….Glamour….” Red sobbed, shaking her head. It was all she could say- all she could do. It was the only thing that made sense now. To plead- to beg for whatever shred of mercy Glamour might have hung onto when she sold her soul.
“I’m not such a bad pony, Red. I just think sometimes, other ponys, such as yourself, need to be put in their place. The Status quo, as it were. You belong down there, below me, with the rest of the bugs. The fact, that you even TRIED to climb up to where I am, means you need to be punished.” Glamour whispered. Red’s eyes widened even further. She had no tears left to shed, but the sputtering gurgle of terror that leap from her throat was enough.
“Y, you…you can’t…can’t…please don’t do this. Glam…PLEASE…Not my foal…don’t hurt my baby…” Red sobbed. It was her last chance. It was her only chance.
“I’m not going to hurt anyone, other than you, Red. You know, some ponies argue, that life begins at conception. Me, I think it begins at birth…so I’m not actually guilty of a crime here. In fact, if anything I’m saving a life. Because you would make the most horrible excuse for a mother I’ve ever seen, dear. Absolutely pathetic. And I’ve seen horrible mothers. My own, could have competed for gold if they had it as an Olympic event… but I’m babbling. Where was I? Oh yes…I’m even going to give you a gift. I’m not going to kill you, Red. I’m going to leave that charming little adventure all, to, you.” Glamour whispered, slowly lowering the plank towards Red’s belly. Lowering the nail towards Red’s belly. Lowering her hate, towards the mare she despised more than anything in the world- and that’s when she stopped.
It wasn’t by some grand intervention by an unseen force. Nor was it by any means an ounce of mercy that flickered up in Glamour’s facsimile of a soul. It was the fact that the mare Red Velvet was hanging onto- the DJ named Mixtape- vanished right in front of her. In the blink of an eye- and Red vanished with her.
“Wha…?” Was the only word Glamour managed before the world screamed at her from every angle. CRACK!!!
“GOGOGOGOGOGOGO!” Vinyl screamed to her manager and the other DJ- after she cracked the banister of the staircase right across the back of Glamour’s skull. Much to Vinyl’s horror, Glamour only stumbled forward for a moment- the Unicorn’s body glowing quite unnaturally. Even the most novice magic users in the kingdom knew that glow. There were tales told, and stories to behold. It was something foals and colts and fillies were taught from the earliest of ages. There was some magic that was ok to use. There was some magic that was not. And then there was some magic that was evil. That was wrong. That was forbidden. That was sorcery.
“Oh…oh that is impossible…” Scratch stammered, her mouth dropping open as she watched Glamour’s body contort- change and shift and stretch and whine and creek and shriek. The back of her head melted, gushing and forming and mixing together until it resembled the front of her head. And that was wrong in so many ways Scratch couldn’t begin.
“I’m gonna be sick. “ The blue manned DJ squeaked, and squealed when Glamour’s face peeled open and a white hot burst of flame spat out.
By the glass of her goggles, Vinyl Scratch avoided death- and that was only because Skyheart had come up behind her, and wrenched her away in the nick of time.
“We’re ok, We’re ok! You gotta walk with me, ok Red? Come on, honey, put your legs into it!” Mixtape hissed. She was struggling to hold herself up along with Red Velvet, who had lost her grip on the situation, and now was babbling endlessly about babies, birthday showers, being a mommy and how she’d failed at all of it. All the things she wanted to do, and all the things she wanted to teach. All of it gone- she’d failed as a mother before she even got to see her child’s shining eyes.
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