Chapters Chapter One: The Fight(Edited)
Octavia was hit badly by that blow. But though she hurt, she responded, "If that's what you would like to make it, then I guess it's a battle!"
As she then dodged a hoof thrown by Vinyl, the crowd stood in confusion. Their jaws hung loose, their eyes wide.
"Really Vinyl, if that's all you have then you're not even worth my time!"
"Oh no! This is just the beginning!" she yelled, running full speed at Octavia. Curses and hate flew from her mouth. "I'm so sick of your shit Octavia! Your uptight ways, and how you always think you better than everypony else!"
"You bitch!" Octavia screamed.
In the distraction, Vinyl threw two hooves straight into Octavia's stomach. She was unfortunately hit by Octavia's knee, knocking her in the chin as they both went backward towards the edge of the stage. Octavia got up and picked up her bow. Vinyl, who by now had gotten up, put her turntables on her back (cue music ). Octavia stood on her hind legs, holding her bow in her teeth. Vinyl stood on all fours with her DJ set on her back, the turntables spinning away.
Octavia rushed forward, swinging her bow as a sword. Vinyl leapt to the side, slamming her feet into the ground. She sent two records flying towards her in a whirling fury. Octavia spun in the air, slashing through the records and leaping toward her enemy once more. She glared at Vinyl, jumping in the air, attempting to bring her bow down over Vinyl's head. The unicorn dodged the strike, and sent back a buck from her hind legs, hitting Octavia right in her stomach.
Edited :yay
"Oomph" She was winded from the kick
"There's more where that came from!" Vinyl announced. She took the offensive on Octavia, ripping the needle of the turntables and clenching it in between her teeth. She darted toward Octavia at full blast.
Octavia realized this, taking the violin dropped by the butler and using that to ward off the attack from the incoming unicorn. Their 'swords' met, clashing and making the violin create a horrid screeching noise. Everypony in the audience groaned and wailed.
"How dare you call me a bitch! You arrogant piece of shit!" Vinyl screamed.
"Shit? How dare you, you ugly little whore, parading around the place like you're hard to get! Please!" she responded.
"Why you!" Vinyl screamed. She tried another attack, using her needle, swinging it at Octavia's leg. Smack. The needle hit her leg, a slapping sound echoing around them. Blood started spurting out of her leg.
On instinct she leaned over on the leg, cringing from the pain. But she was still in a fight, and this was no time to lay down. Quickly she stood on two legs, completely smashing the violin against Vinyl's head and sending her across the stage. The cellist took a good look at her leg - she was losing a lot of blood. Vinyl must have hit an artery. The DJ, on the other hoof, was having trouble standing up herself; Octavia had done some serious damage. Upon realizing this, Octavia picked up her cello once again and limped over to Vinyl, scraping the stage with a horrible, ominous screech.
(once again a massive thanks to Lynked and Mcyav )!! :twilightsmile:
Chapter Two: Emotions Fly[Editied]
Spurts of blood gushed from Octavia's leg, splattering on the multiple bruises her stomach and back. Limping in pain, she slowly made her way to the seemingly unconscious Vinyl Scratch.
"Y-You think this is over? Just like that?" Vinyl asked, getting up from her defeated state.
"Yes I do! look at you - you're on the ground, right where you should be, and always will be, whilst I'm up here in the spotlight about to finish of the loser," Octavia said, a grin on her face.
"Well you forget something! While you have strength, I have magic!" replied the unicorn with a wicked grin. She lifted herself up with her light blue magic, bringing her back into the fight once more. Neglecting the fact she was losing blood quickly, Octavia jumped back, picking up her bow and cello. Vinyl stood behind her own broken turntables, magically floating several records into the air. And so the fight continued on, Octavia putting her bow on the cello's strings and aiming her weapon, firing a high velocity 'arrow' at Vinyl. The DJ responded by sending multiple records flying at Octavia like razor blades. The 'arrow' impaled Vinyl's shoulder, causing her to shriek out, while Octavia only took one record straight in her good leg. Now, she could hardly walk. It was a bloody mess; this was a fight to the death.
"Stop! You're going to kill each other!" Mr. Shine yelled. Octavia and Vinyl completely ignored him and gave each other death stares.
"But I am going to kill her!" said Octavia.
"Yeah right, piss off rich bitch!" Vinyl spat as she sent her turntables flying at Octavia. Slam! Octavia blocked the oncoming attack with her cello.
"Please stop...your hurting each other. Why don't you just be friends?"asked a familiar voice. And to their realization, they were killing each other in front of a little filly - none other than Sweetie Belle. She had come here with Rarity in an attempt to find her cutie mark.
Her eyes teared up. Small trickles began slowly rolling down the side of her cheek, pitter-pattering as they fell to the ground. "Please... stop... please stop! Ponies shouldn't be doing this to each other, this is horrible!" Sweetie said before finally breaking down.
"You're going to kill each other... stop it, please stop it!" Rarity added. She also had tears in her eyes after seeing all the blood spilled. It was staining the ponies coats, dribbling down to the stage; both ponies were far from their finest. Vinyl's face was swollen to the size of a grapefruit, and Octavia hada record buried so deep in her leg it had struck the bone.
Both ponies looked at each other and started to cry.
"Listen to her, you two ponies just can't kill each other over the stage competition," Rarity said. The tears that the little filly had spilled made both Octavia and Vinyl's heart sink. They both dropped their 'weapons' and fell over on the stage.
Panting heavily, the sweat pitter-pattering on the stage as it started to fall, then they both weakly spoke.
"What...happened to us Tavi?" the DJ panted.
"I...I...I don't remember. I think jealousy took over us both." replied the grey mare. She looked down to her blood stained coat; it now seemed pointless having it cleaned today.
"I don't believe it... look at what we have become, trying to kill each other. This...is...disgraceful," said Vinyl.
Tears formed in their eyes as stallion medics rushed onto to the scene. Their tears started rolling off their faces and on to the floor, pooling out. The tears then mixing up with the spilt blood already there, making a messy substance to serve as a reminder of their hate. The large medics picked up the two mares and gently placed them in the beds, hooking them onto life support for fear of serious damage. The ambulance was a bright white, with a large stallion sitting in the corner to watch over them, making sure they the remained in a somewhat stable condition.
It was Octavia broke the silence. "Vinyl... you there?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'm here," replied the bruised DJ hoarsely. Her cracked glasses fell to the floor.
"Look at the mess we've made...and we've probably scarred a poor little filly for life," Octavia said sadly.
"Yeah I know right? What happened to us Tavi? You know, years ago?" This sentence was familiar from their past.
"As I said before, I'm not quite sure, but I think it had something to do with a stallion back in music school," Octavia said.
"Wait, do you mean that time we both liked the same guy and both went for him?" asked Vinyl with a weak grin on her face
"Yes that's the one...I don't believe this, something as immature as that had split up our perfectly good friendship...and we nearly fought to the death over it," said Octavia grimly.
"Yeah... Octavia?” asked Vinyl. Her voice was weaker now.
"Yes?"
"You know, I did miss you," she said.
"I missed you too Vinyl." Then, they both fell into a hard sleep, together.
A large thanks to Mcyav . And Lynked
Chapter Three: The End[how cliché]
Three days had passed since the incident at the party, and Vinyl and Octavia were in the hospital recovering from the devastating damage they had both inflicted. The DJ needed stitches and surgery on her face, leaving scars up and down her face. Octavia needed a cast on her leg, covering her shattered bone. They both looked worse for the wear, but they both had small grins on their faces.
"I hate the hospital - this is boring. How did Rainbow Dash put up with it here after that gnarly crash?" the pony with a blue streaked mane asked. It was boring in the hospital and this drove Vinyl mad.
"Oh it's not that bad. I'll tell you a little secret, if you would like; you have to promise not to tell anyone else, okay?"asked the giggling nurse.
"Oh yes, that might lighten the mood, and this is the best thing I've had to look forward to in three days," said Vinyl.
"Well, guess what? You know Rainbow Dash?" chuckled the nurse. "She was in here not too long ago actually, with a broken wing."
"And? That happens to ponies all the time," Vinyl said, rolling her eyes.
"Oh that's not all! She took up...reading!" She laughed.
"Wait Rainbow Dash is...reading? Pfft! Ouch, my face!" Vinyl said as she bellowed out laughing, trying not to contort her face and mess with her painful stitches. As it just so happened, Rainbow Dash was just outside the window practicing her tricks when she heard the news about Vinyl and Octavia. So, she stopped at the hospital to see them.
When Rainbow had heard the conversation, she blushed a crimson red and blurted out,
"Nurse! You said you wouldn't tell anypony!"
"Oh Rainbow, I would have thought half of Ponyville heard the commotion you caused, so why not tell two more ponies?" the cheerful nurse giggled as she left the room.
"You know, reading's not that bad Vinyl," said a familiar voice that lay behind the curtain.
"Wait, is that Octavia? You and Octavia are in the same room?" squealed Rainbow Dash. "I thought they would separate you two! You tried to kill each other!" she continued.
"Well I suppose you naturally would think that, but you see, umm, this is sort of embarrassing Miss Dash, but we were actually fighting over a stallion back from music school," Octavia said, chuckling nervously.
"And back in music school our hate kinda grew for over this stallion, and the sad part is later, we found out he was, um, gay," said Vinyl, laughing slightly.
"Are you serious? You tried to kill each other over a stallion. And on top of that, one that's gay?" Rainbow asked, shocked in disbelief.
Trying to change the subject Octavia asked, "Hey Vinyl, remember that one time at band camp, when we first met each other?"
"I-I don't believe this, wait till the girls hear about this," said Rainbow, flying out of the room.
"Yes I do actually, you were just like me and I was just like you," she said with a smile.
"It's weird how things turn out. You know there's something to be learned from this," replied the DJ.
"I agree, but what should we do about it?" Octavia asked.
"How about a letter to the princess?" A purple pony was slowly approaching them.
"Oh, I know you, you're that mare who was with the princess at the gala! That must make you...Twilight Sparkle," Octavia noted with a smile.
"Wait, how did you know we were here?" asked Vinyl with a confused look.
"Rainbow Dash, duh," replied Twilight.
"But she's not even awake! She's asleep on that cloud!" said Vinyl, pointing out the window.
"Never mind that right now - you have a letter to make, don't you?" Twilight offered a polite smile.
"Oh yes, you're right. Shall we get started?"asked Octavia. And so they did.
Dear Princess Celestia,
As you may have heard, there was a brawl yesterday between myself and Vinyl Scratch. We're two old friends, and we almost...killed each other. Anyway, we learned that no matter what happens, never let a stallion - or anypony for that matter - stand in the way of two great friends.
From your loyal musicians,
Vinyl Scratch and Octavia.
The End
P.S : I put two movie references in here, can you find them? :trollestia:
The Begining: A problem stirring(Fixed)
(Octavia)
It was a lovely day - it had ought to have been, for the events that were going to unfold that night were incredible. Octavia was simply enjoying a light breakfast before casually taking a stroll outside to see if the mail ponies had delivered her mail. She then casually laid her bowl down on the table, got up and took a stroll towards the door. She slowly walked outside and took in the fresh air; it was truly a nice day. She felt the wind caress through her mane as she walked outside onto the beautiful green grass, which always looks as though it had been freshly mowed. Taking her time, she finally arrived at her mailbox, opening it to find one letter. The envelope was that of a bill, to her annoyance. However, upon inspection, she found it was not actually a bill, but an invite.
Ripping it's seal off, she yanked the note free and read:
Dear Miss Octavia.
This evening we are holding a party, in which we hope you are able to attend, We always enjoy your music and were hoping if you would be able to attend for us. We would be incredibly honored. There will be drinks and refreshments, and I will also provide the technical services: a microphone and stage.
We hope you will be able to make it
Yours truly, Mr and Mrs Shine
Address: 422 Pennyfilly way
Time :10pm - 3am
Contact: Air Mail
" An invite from both the famous Mr and Mrs Shine? That sounds lovely! This shall be great!" Octavia exclaimed. She strolled back towards her mansion, and requested to one of her butlers to get her cello stringed up, packed, and ready to go, while she spent the next four hours getting groomed and ready for the night ahead.
First she took a long bath in a jacuzzi tub, then had her mane made up into that special way that she only has when she is performing: straight after she has her coat groomed and scrubbed - a rather long process, but she enjoyed it. When her coat was fully groomed and ready, she slowly entered her Limousine and sat back her cello right next to her. She ordered the driver to the appropriate address. No stops - she wanted to get there early for a small practice.
(Vinyl Scratch)
It was a hard day, and Vinyl's eyes hurt from all the partying she had done the night before. She groaned as she got up and opened her blinds, only making her eyes hurt more. Growling, she continued on with the morning processes. She then slowly trotted down the long hallway in her house to her kitchen, got some bread and put it in the toaster. Afterwards, she picked some daisies and a small amount of grass and put it in between the two dry slices of toast. Once she had coffee made, she sat in her chair, lazy for the next hour, doing no more than watching television.
After she had finished her favorite show, she walked outside onto the sand the stretched down the huge beach by her house. On either side of her, she let the salty wind brush past her as she trotted along through the sand. It was hot - luckily, she had new hoofshoes. Her old ones had been destroyed by years of usage, and they would be burning by now. She got to the mailbox, skimming through the junk when her attention was caught by a crisp, eloquent envelope. Quickly, surrounded by curiosity, she cracked it open.
Dear Miss Vinyl Scratch
Tonight, we will be holding a party in which would be love your attendance. We had hoped you would be able to come and DJ for us. Of course, there will be a payment, food and drink will be available, and I will be providing a microphone and stage.
We hope you can make it.
Sincerely, Mr and Mrs Shine
Place: 422 Pennyfilly way
When: 10pm - 3am
Contact : Air Mail
"This sounds like fun... I can't believe I've been invited by the Shines, aw this is gonna be so rad!" She exclaimed as she took out a bite from her daisy and grass sandwich. She then trotted back to her home, looking at the beach and it's never ending beauty. As she finished her sandwich, she ran around the house - looking for her purse, no less - and then dashed outside, calling a taxi to take her to the Ponyville plaza.
When she arrived, the first thing she did was go to Ponyville Express Haircuts and got her hair coloured and streaked. Finished with that, she went to Ponyville Special and got her coat groomed; she certainly took her time there. Later, she got distracted by the DJ equipment store and picked up a whole stack of new records. By the time she got back it, was time to go. She ran inside, grabbed her gear, and left.
Octavia was the first to arrive. Nopony was there, with the exception of Mr. and Mrs. Shine. It was a nice place; it wasn't entirely formal, but it was still an honour to be invited to a party of such a high demeanor.
"It's a lovely place you have here. Would you mind if I practiced a bit?" asked Octavia
"Oh, Octavia, we're so glad you could make it! Of course you may use the stage as you please," said Mrs. Shine. Mr. Shine simply nodded his head as a kind gesture.
"Why thank you; how long do you assume it will take the other ponies to arrive?" Octavia asked
"Oh well V-murphghgh." Mr. Shine was cut off with his wife's hoof in his mouth. Octavia simply gave a confused eye at this action.
"They should be here in an hour or two," Mrs. Shine said, removing her hoof from the colt's mouth. All Octavia did was simply smile and she went up to the large wooden stage, sat on a stool and called her butler to send up her cello. She pulled out the large instrument and started playing a simple line of cords.
Around 2 to 3 hours later, all off the ponies were there, all walking around and enjoying idle conversation and refreshments. At the time Octavia was not playing, she was making some small talk with the more classier ponies. Mrs. Shine came from behind, looking a little flustered, as though she had been busy. It made sense; this was a huge party.
"Ahem, excuse me Octavia, would you mind playing some more...fast-paced music on your cello? Haven't heard that in a while. It's a party, so we need some lively music," She said.
"Of course, it would be my pleasure. Shall I get started now?" Octavia asked.
"Yes, please, that would be perfect," she responded.
Octavia walked up to the stage at with a quickened pace. She walked up to her case, picked out the cello and bow and stared pulling at the strings. She had one of the more talented butlers come up and play the violin as a duet, along with yet another butler on a drum. Everypony just looked in Octavia's direction, amazed and astounded. There was a fire of awe coming from the bow. She wasn't even playing at her full capabilities, and yet she still managed to impress ponies on a large scale. However, in the midst of her song, there was a large thump next to her. On instinct she looked, bringing her song to a halt.
She, as well as everypony else, turned to see that it was Vinyl Scratch. She had slammed down her DJ set and had begun mixing immediately to compete with the cellist. Octavia threw her bow at Vinyl's heard in pure, unrefined anger. The DJ had quick reflexes, and managed dodged it, but stopped playing as well.
"What are you doing here?" Octavia asked, pointing a hoof accusingly.
"I was gonna ask you the exact same thing!" Vinyl replied.
"I was here first! Now why in the name of Celestia are you here!"
"I was invited, whereas you just waltzed on in," the unicorn sneered.
"This is my job! Get out of here!" Octavia yelled.
"What?! I was invited to this gig! You just set up here and played your stupid cello," the DJ retorted.
"Then why weren't you here earlier?!" She responded
"Because I'm not perfect, like you apparently are Octavia!" Vinyl replied. This provoked her; Vinyl knew she didn't take insults well.
"Perfect? why.....why, look at you; up all night spinning those damn records, beating your music at ridiculously high levels," Octavia spat back.
"You're a filthy little filly, you know that?"Vinyl jibed.
Engulfed in rage that she could no longer contain, Octavia picked up her cello and swung it full speed at Vinyl's face. It was a direct hit.
She screamed from the pain, a long, high wail echoing around the room.
The blow sent Vinyl flying across the stage like a home run in baseball. The audience shrieked; Octavia could have killed Vinyl for all anypony knew. But that mare was strong, simply standing up, a large swollen bruise engorging her face. She also bled on the side of her face, long strands of warm crimson flowing down her cheek. She turned around, and full on bucked her turntables at Octavia. It was yet another direct hit.
"So, it's a fight you want, it's a fight you'll get!" the agonized Vinyl Scratch screeched.
And A ridiculously large thanks to Lynked did a really good job on editing
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