Vinyl Scratch - Napalm Nanokiller

Chapter 2.

Faith is for the Transient People

Vinyl walked down the large, but narrow street. Save for a few drug-addled, homeless bums, it was completely empty. Vinyl admired the one clean house in the entire neighborhood as she started to get used to walking again. She wondered how long she had been out for.

"Heh...This morning I was running from the police...and now...it's snowing?" Vinyl said to herself. watching the snow descend, trying to remember the events that took place in the gold factory.

"Oh I forgot to mention-" a mare's voice said, causing Vinyl to literally jump out of her skin. Before any vicious, nasty pathogens could cause damage, however, she re-attached herself to her skin using nanomagic or something.

"You scared the shit outta me, Doc!" Vinyl screeched. "Where are you?"

"I'm in the house. Or am I inside your mind?" the doctor said, in an clear attempt to mess with Vinyl.

"Don't piss around, Doc..." Vinyl said, her blood starting to boil. The doctor annoyed her enough by scaring her.

"I have some dials and gauges here...looks like you're getting...angry..." the doctor's voice said, starting to slow up and become more feminine. "Tell me how you feeeel?" she continued, condescendingly.

"I'm warning you, bitch..." Vinyl said. She could almost feel something unlocking inside her.

"How does it feel, Vinnie? Please..." the doctor moaned. "Tell me how angry you are..."

"Shut up!" Vinyl shouted at herself, causing a passing pony to look at her strangely. Vinyl stared at the pony in question. "What the fuck are you looking at!?"

"Nothing!" the unfortunate soul said, running away from the nano-enhanced DJ.

Vinyl heard lighter and lighter moaning from the doctor. "Are you fucking getting off to this!?"

"Yes!" the doctor said. Vinyl grimaced as she heard the doctor finish herself off from down the line.

"That's just weird." Vinyl said, disgusted.

"I like making ponies angry." the doctor said, panting. "I really like it."

"You're real fucked up, you know that?!"

"Eh, try it if you want." the doctor said. "It can't hurt. We're open."

"Uh..." Vinyl said, creeped out. "Whatever, Medick."

Wait. Medick. Medick.

Vinyl mentally gave herself a high-hoof for making it up.

"Okay, Vinnie." Medick said.

"Don't call me that!"

"Please, Vinnie. I need to recharge." Medick said, still breathing deeply. "Unless you find time to...come back here for a while?"

"I'll pass, Medick." Vinyl said. "I made my vows to Doomlift."

"Doomlift most likely died in the gold factory." Medick said. "You have to get over him, Vinnie. And you can get over me any time..."

"Really." Vinyl said, unimpressed with Medick's flirting.

"No. Like fuck we'd let you be on top." Medick said.

"So what do you want?"

"You need to deal with some government agents heading to your position." Medick said. "They're armed, but they'll make good practise with your new enhancements."

"That's it?" Vinyl said flatly. "Just some G-Colts?"

"We'd find cover if we were you." Medick said. "I'd hate to see my Vinnie become Swiss cheese." Medick said, now with a malicious tone in her voice.

"Shut up!" Vinyl said. "I'm not 'yours' and I never will be, you psycho!"

"Vinnie. Please. Still recharging." Medick said. "You're missing out, though, you know. We haven't had sex in a long time...we'd quiver at your very touch!" Medick said, trying to sound seductive. To a normal heterosexual stallion, it would've worked. Vinyl was in no mood for such bullshit.

"Look dammit, just because I'll sleep with anypony...or well, anything, doesn't mean I'll sleep with you." Vinyl said, extremely annoyed now.

"One thing." Medick stated. "You called me a psycho. I'm not a psychopath. I'm a high-functioning sociopath. Do your research, Vinnie."

"You say that as if I fucking care about the difference." Vinyl replied coldly.

"Watching your dials, Vinnie. Good luck." Medick said. "And try not to die. It reflects badly on us."

Medick went silent. Vinyl shuddered as she imagined that she was probably masturbating furiously after making her angry again. Vinyl walked down the street, searching for cover before the G-colts arrived.

Vinyl noticed a small hedgerow near another house. Ducking down behind it, she noticed the government agents.

There were three of them. All sharp-suited stallions, wearing sunglasses.

"Medick, I see them." Vinyl whispered. No reply, aside from a very quiet buzzing sound and some breathing. "...How does she have the stamina..?" Vinyl asked herself, before looking at the agents again.

"Looks like I have go in blasting." she said to herself, warming up her horn.