Vinyl Scratch - Napalm Nanokiller

Chapter 3

The Young Descendant of Tepes.

"Delta Team, check in." one agent said, checking his equipment. "No sign of the changeling."

"Alpha Team, zero sightings, over." the radio crackled back.

"I bet it was some stupid fucking teenagers again." a second agent said to an older stallion. "We haven't had an actual incident for about two months. This sucks!"

"They should rename this department the Taxpayer's Nightmare." the squad leader joked, chuckling to himself.

"Fuckin' A." the third said. He used his magic to remove a cigarette from his lips. "Seriously, fuck this job. Going all over the country on the whims of some drunk teenager."

"Yep." the first agent replied, looking around. "You know what, we should just go home."

"And do the metric fuckton of paperwork that comes with every single callout?" the leader said. "I'm content to stay here and fuck around for a while. Anything to delay the damn paperwork."

Vinyl listened in on them, still warming up her horn for its first use since her coma. They weren't looking for the stolen nanotech. Medick was just being paranoid.

"Medick, these guys are just looking for a changeling." Vinyl said.

"I know. The fuck you think called them?" Medick said, still panting.

"You're shitting me." Vinyl replied. "You called out the Changeling Agency just so I could kill 'em?"

"Yes." Medick said, flatly. "Well, it's not like they're useful any more."

"But-"

"But fucking nothing, Vinnie. I want to see you drinking their blood, is that clear?!"

"You fucking what!?" Vinyl shouted. She looked quickly at the agents, who were too busy trying to buy drugs to hear her outburst.

"I'm half-joking." Medick replied, still in her calm, clinical tone of voice. "Your hooves were completely destroyed in the factory, so they have been replaced with...let's call them sponges."

"So I'm walking on sponges." Vinyl deadpanned, still checking out the drug deal.

"Yes. Now, magic is what powers your nano-enhancements. If you run out of magic, you will die."

"You didn't tell me this back in the house!" Vinyl yelled, absolutely furious.

"Heh. Whatever." Medick said, dismissive of the now-completely enraged Vinyl. "Anyway, you're good for about twenty three hours. Of course, you're going to have to replenish your magic before you explode."

"Fuck you, Medick! Fuck you!"

"I saved your fucking life, you ungrateful bitch." Medick snarled. Vinyl felt herself smile a bit at finally managing to get at her. "If you don't listen to me, I will fucking eat you. I will eat your parents, and I will eat your fucking soul, is that fucking clear, Vinnie?!"

"I dare you."

Vinyl laughed as Medick growled and shouted down the line before hanging up. She looked at the agents, now sitting on the kerb, smoking blunts. Vinyl thought one thing as she approached them.

Vinyl Scratch was very pissed off at being given a time limit, and luckily for her, some guys just volunteered as punching bags.

"Hey, lady!" one of the agents said, obviously starting to fall under the influence. "You seen any changelings around here?"

"No." Vinyl said flatly.

"Damn." he replied, taking another puff from the blunt. "So, you got a husband at home or somethin'?"

"For a certain definition." Vinyl replied, thinking of her forklift. She started to concentrate her magic.

"Shit guys, she's taken." the stoned agent said to his comrades.

Vinyl closed her eyes and focused her magic through her form, the electrical impulses of her nerves becoming super-charged, and the inherent magic within her becoming manifest through the electrical energy provided by the nervous system. Vinyl felt the bolts coursing through her, as she began to smile wickedly in the magic-induced battle trance.

"Melody Sign!" she shouted, her horn emitting blinding blue light. "All Your Bass Are Belong To Me!"

"What the fuc-" the agent said, before being blasted by a face full of magic and killed instantly due to magic overload and the nature of the spell causing nervous and burn injuries, in addition to life energies being stolen by the nature of the Spell Card.

Vinyl jumped back from the two living agents, who were currently freaking out over the spell and their dead friend.

"You maniac!" the leader shouted. "Verity Sign: True Nature!"

The leader's horn glowed and sent out a white beam, which scanned Vinyl, before turning green.

"You're no changeling..." the leader agent whispered, before Vinyl's hoof struck him with enough force to break his neck, the act severing his skull from his spinal column. Due to the extensive nervous damage caused by a sudden internal decapitation, his death was inevitable and was in a median time for such incredible injuries.

The last agent started to run away. Vinyl began to chase him down.

"Alpha Team, requesting immediate backup!" he shouted into his radio. "We're under attack! Send in the fucking Guard! The Marines! Anyp-"

Vinyl cut off the agent by using her new augments to catch up to him easily, before sweeping his legs, the force of which severing them via massive blunt force. Such injuries are most often fatal, and it was the case here. The agent crashed to the ground, dead on impact.

"Vinnie. I just picked up on the scanner that they're deploying counter-changeling Guard forces. You've managed to trick them into thinking there's an attack force!"

"It's not my fault one ran off!" Vinyl argued, her hooves glowing as the magic from the three slain unicorns coursed through her body.

"I wasn't criticizing you. You fight like an army!" Medick said, cheerfully. "And you recorded it all! I mean, using a Spell Card like that? We're gonna be fucking rich, Vinnie!"

"How much is my cut?" Vinyl asked, walking down the street away from the three dead agents.If I'm the henchmare of a sexually perverted sociopathic doctor, I want to at least get a good pay.

"You get fourty percent." Medick stated, matter-of-factly.

"Bullfuck!" Vinyl shouted, kicking a junkie's head off in rage. "How come you get more money than me!?"

"Simple. I have the big dick in our relationship, Vinnie. Big dick wants big profit. And if you mess with me, big dick is gonna fuck you hard."

"...Where the fuck were you going with that metaphor?" Vinyl questioned, half-curious and half-terrified that Medick actually had a penis.

"Not important." Medick said, trying to hoofwave the question.

"Right..." Vinyl replied, looking around for any soldiers. "Now what am I going to do about these fucking soldiers?"

"Counter-changeling troops are basically weekend soldiers." Medick said. "Come back to the house...I have something that will rake the money in."

With that, Medick dropped the line. Vinyl looked up into the sky, wondering how her life got so messed up.

"Shit, I wish I stuck with that cute cello player now..." Vinyl said to herself, before trying to remember where Medick's base was...