Vinyl Scratch - Napalm Nanokiller

Chapter 5

Phantom Ensemble

Vinyl slowly opened her eyes, to the view of the dark basement. Shaking herself awake, she recalled the events of last night...the agents, the rocket launcher, the heart attack...the penis...

"You're finally fucking awake." Strike said, standing in the corner.

"Did you make the dick go away?" Vinyl asked.

"Yes. It was hard to sleep without getting the urge to suck myself off. After the fourth time I dismissed it." Strike said, without a single care.

"You're really fucked up, you know that right?"

"Whatever." Strike dismissed. "The soldiers are gone, and it's time for your first assignment."

Strike walked over to Vinyl and lit her horn up. There was a flash, before a document appeared in front of Vinyl.

"Octavia Melody." Strike said, levitating a picture of a grey Earth Pony. "Cello player for the Canterlot Imperial Band. Ex-Royal Marine-"

"-Was stationed in the Griffonia Union during the Felis Question and is an advertising spokespony for Non-Unicorn Spell Cards and various PTSD charities. I have a history with her." Vinyl interrupted.

"Right." Strike said. "Recently, she came out in saying that military nanotechnology is not needed and research pertaining to it should be halted."

"That sounds like Octy." Vinyl said, fondly remembering the fun times she shared with Octavia. The music, the laughter, the high sex drive she had...

"I want her eliminated for these remarks." Strike said, tapping the folder. "She's in the Manehattan Empire Hotel. I want to see her get destroyed, Vinnie."

Vinyl's expression fell. Did Strike just ask her to kill her ex-marefriend?

"Are you asking me...to kill my ex-marefriend?" Vinyl asked.

"Yes, I am. And I'm in a rectal haemorrhage mood so if you don't do it, the world will fall from your ass."

Vinyl looked Strike in the eye and smirked. "You know how long I was waiting for this chance?"

"Remarkable. I thought you would be hesitant." Strike said. "You remind me of myself. I have never been so proud."

Vinyl silently snarled at that remark. "If she wanted me to be hesitant in killing her, then she should've been more careful not to leave her bandmate's panties in my fucking carriage!" Vinyl shouted, the feeling of betrayal and rage welling up in her.

"That's some good anger, Vinnie, but I am spent after last night. Save it for when you see her again." Surgical Strike replied, heading out the door. "One last thing, Vinnie: Don't let your rage get in the way of your job. I'm trying to cut down on masturbation."

With that, Strike left Vinyl alone on the bed. She looked through the information about Octavia. It mentioned her spell cards and military training, and various other information about her. Vinyl knew most of it anyway, but she read to ensure that she was ready.

Vinyl stood in the subway station and watched her train depart. As busy commuters swanned past her, she began walking against the flow of the crowd, pushing ponies out of the way recklessly.

She saw the station exit. As she ascended, she checked that her systems were working, and she remembered her spells.

"Taxi!" Vinyl shouted.

A yellow carriage pulled up next to Vinyl. "Where to?" the driver, an overweight zebra asked.

"The Manehattan Empire Hotel." Vinyl answered.

After what seemed like hours, the taxi pulled up to the hotel. Vinyl paid the driver and waved him off. As she looked up at the tower, she remembered Octavia's room number. Room 213, May as well take the stairs.

Vinyl approached the hotel doors and pushed them open. Ignoring the beautiful decoration of the lobby, she walked past the reception area.

"Um. Excuse me! Ma'am!" a bespectacled young mare said. "Can I help you?"

Crap, they've got me...make something up Vinyl...

"Ma'am?" the receptionist asked again.

"Oh. Sorry." Vinyl said. "I think I walked into the wrong hotel."

"Oh. Which hotel are you staying at right now?" the receptionist asked. "We have the numbers of all major Manehattan hotels."

Vinyl looked around. "Uhh...where am I?"

"The Manehattan Empire, Ma'am."

"Oh!" Vinyl vocalized, putting effort into the act. "I must have stroked off again. I haven't had much sleep, you know? Anyway, I'll leave now. Sorry to disturb you."

"It's quite alright, Ma'am." the receptionist said. "Have a good day."

As Vinyl left, the receptionist dropped her smile. "Fuckin' retard."

Vinyl looked around the hotel exterior. She had to find a way in...somehow. Vinyl looked down an alleyway, and saw a mare smoking. She looked middle-aged, and she was a beige pegasus.

Vinyl then noticed her clothing.

She was a hotel maid. Vinyl looked up at the hotel again, then at the floor.

"The things I do for vengeance..." Vinyl muttered, before approaching the maid. The maid gave her a quick glance, before turning her head. Vinyl took her chance, and warmed up her horn.

"Early Morning: Lights Out!" Vinyl declared. Her horn fired a bolt of yellow energy at the maid. The maid's eyes widened as she spat the cigarette out of her mouth and produced a red card from her pocket.

"Defensive Strike: Electric Worry!" the maid shouted, before five tendrils burst from the card. Vinyl jumped in the air as all five tendrils landed in the ground, before a massive electric current destroyed the areas they hit. Vinyl looked as five more tendrils fired at her. Vinyl manoeuvred herself in the air, before channelling her magic again.

"Party Time: Ballroom Blitz!" Vinyl shouted, as thousands of magical bullets zoomed towards the maid. She had barely time to react before a significant amount of bullets struck her. The nervous shock caused by the magic bolts sapped her of energy, and impaired her brain activities. She wobbled, and fell to the ground, unconscious.

Vinyl looked around to see if the battle had attracted attention. Surprisingly, nopony in the area had even noticed the confrontation.

Vinyl undid the maid's clothing and dressed herself as the stricken maid. She looked down at the stranger's body, and sighed. Vinyl placed her forelegs under the fallen maid and carried her body inside. Vinyl looked around and noticed a janitor's closet.

"You better thank me for this..." Vinyl whispered into the maid's ear, before unceremoniously shoving her body inside the cramped closet and throwing a spell card in after her.

Now with no pesky maids in her way, Vinyl walked the corridor to the stairs. As Vinyl ascended the cold, concrete staircase, she whispered Octavia's room number repeatedly to herself.

Finally, she arrived. Room 213. Inside was her adulterous ex-fiancée, the mare who held Vinyl's heart in her hooves and then spat in it then had twenty three deformed bastard foals stamp on it before she sodomized it with a claw hammer, and then laughed at Vinyl.

"After this, you bitch. I'll be a free mare..." Vinyl whispered to herself. "I'm going to do what I should've done two years ago."

Vinyl kicked the door down with her rear legs.

"Fury Sign: Timely Hellish Vengeance!" Vinyl furiously yelled, surprising the cello player.

"What the fuck!?" Octavia shouted. She scrambled to the ground as a wave of bullets flew over her.

"Octavia! Stand up so I can fucking end you!" Vinyl screamed.

"Vinyl!?" Octavia replied. She scrambled on the floor for her spell cards. "Vinyl, what are you doing?!"

"I'm doing what I should have done two years ago, you cheating bitch!"

"Is that how it's gonna be?!" Octavia replied. She stood upright, holding a card in her right hoof. "Marine Skill: Per Mare, Per Terram!"

The card fired thousands of bullets at Vinyl. Sensing the danger, Vinyl levitated the broken door in front of herself as a shield. The bullets impacted harmlessly on the wood, and dissipated.

"Vinyl, what the fuck are you trying to pull?" Octavia said, returning to her calm accent.

"Shut up!" Vinyl spat. "Just shut up! Destroy Sign: Life Fusion!"

Vinyl's horn fired a very large beam of light, enough to completely destroy the back wall of the hotel suite. Octavia's ducked out of the way, inhaling the burning scent of where her mane failed to avoid the magic rage beam.

"Do you see now, Melody?!" Vinyl screamed, so loud her throat hurt. "Do you see now the motherfucking Reckoning?!"

"You're out of your mind, Vinyl!" Octavia replied. She grabbed her most powerful spell card. "Illusion Nature: Ghost Ou-"

Vinyl interrupted Octavia by charging her and delivering a weak strike to her face. Several capillaries burst in her cheek, causing blood to pool beneath her skin. This caused a severe contusion. Before Octavia could react act, Vinyl grabbed her by the throat and suplexed Octavia onto the queen-sized bed. Pinning her down, Vinyl bellowed pure fury at Octavia.

Octavia dropped any act of elegance. "You've fucked with the wrong Marine!" Octavia shouted, before she spat straight into Vinyl's mouth. The act surprised Vinyl, which gave Octavia the chance to deliver a powerful backhoof to Vinyl.

Vinyl grunted in pain, before focusing once more on the now upright Octavia.

"No spell cards." Octavia growled. "I'm gonna beat you like a red-maned stepfoal."

"You're gonna fucking die, Octy." Vinyl grunted.

"Is that so?" Octavia said. "Come on then, meido."

Vinyl remembered her outfit. "Oh I am going to enjoy killing you."

"Really? After all we- Shit!"

Octavia didn't react in time to Vinyl's horn glowing.

"Hellbound: Ten Thousand Years!" Vinyl declared, the multicolored magic beams flying in all directions, but all of them curved towards Octavia.

Octavia's screams were cut short by the beams striking her. The magic burnt sections of her flesh, causing severe shock to Octavia. A central green and blue beam struck Octavia in the chest, reversing her injuries, only for the other beams to inflict them again.

"Your performance is cancelled." Vinyl said, calmly for once, before the healing beam was replaced by a deep scarlet beam. This final beam carved its way through Octavia, burning away most of her organs. Her death was instantaneous, as the beam very much destroyed her torso.

The magic disappeared, and four smoking stumps and Octavia's head fell to the floor. Vinyl stared into the pained eyes of Octavia's death gaze, before turning around and leaving. Heading to the stairs, she noticed several MHPD officers charging up the stairs.

Gasping, Vinyl warmed up her horn to engage the officers.

"Hey, lady! Are you-" the lead officer asked Vinyl, before he noticed her horn.

"Flame Sign: Trogdor's Mercy." Vinyl whispered, before a trail of flame wiped out the officers. The stench of burning flesh haunted the air as Vinyl began running. She reached a crowd in the lobby, and blending in with the other maids, she made her escape through the front door, as more police officers and fireponies arrived.

Vinyl chuckled to herself as she ran to the nearest taxi.

Vinyl watched the train depart from the station. Now changed out of her maid uniform, she shuddered and promised herself to never wear such a thing again.

"I better report to Surge..." Vinyl sighed.