Their voices were simply beyond amazing, beyond comprehension. They only ever did music in person, never made any that were recorded, yet, he was the only one who had successfully recorded their voices. They didn’t trust the way their voices and music could be altered with machines. They were traditionalist in this sense only.

He could never get enough of listening to them, again and again, everyday. He had moved beyond being a mere fan, and beyond being obsessed. They were everything to him, so much that just listening to their left him feeling euphoric.

One such night he had just roused himself from one of his euphoric moments from listening to another of the discs he had burned from the recording her had saved to his computer. He always wanted to have a piece of them, and now, he had just that. He looked at the time and realized he was already late. In a near panic, he grabbed his stuff and ran as fast as he could to get to the amphitheater to see their newest performance.

It was said online they had gotten tired of tutors and wanted to experience the life of normal teenage girls in a town who didn’t who they were. Most of all it was his home town. To him, he was the only fan in town, and knew he would no longer be alone.

He neared the small hill that feed to the amphitheater and stopped, ear plugs still in, the voices of the Dazzlings berating his mind with their voices and music. The reason he halted was the sight of a group of singers near a weird surround sound system, ‘Are those wheels?’

To this, he watched as the Dazzlings, floating several feet in the air, with strange creatures flying around over the audience. The group of girls on the top of the hill began to glow, as another girl with red and yellow hair stepped forward and began to sing. Together, they rose into the air, before a brilliant light of rainbow colors rose up, before silver wings flared out from the sides, and what looked to be a winged unicorn emerged and blasted a similar light at the Dazzlings.

They fell to their knees, the red jewelry that had adorned their throats for as long as he could remember shattered and fell to the stage floor below them. He watched, in shock, as they stood, the shattered pieces in their hands and attempt to sing.

He removed the ear buds just in time to hear an almost ear splitting sound like nails on a chalk board. Whatever was happening, he didn’t know, but these girls were the reason for it as he watched the three girls he loved more than anything else in the world runaway.

Shaking his head, he replaced the earbuds and stalked off back in the direction he came from, only to stop and begin to make his way around. They had to be somewhere nearby. He wanted to talk to them, to convince them to try and sing again. He didn’t know who the seven girls were, or what the strange light show overhead was all about, but he would make sure they paid.

After some time of failing in finding them, he had to give up. He had remained hopeful for some time after that. He occasionally would see women, that looked similar to the Dazzlings, yet upon closer inspection, he was disappointed to find they were not.

Months went by, and he eventually had to give up and find a way to take care of himself, yet his thoughts never left them, and always he would find inspiration in their music. After time, he began to play with things on his computer, finding programs that allowed him to take songs and alter them, and he began to find ways to play with their music. They had fallen, and so, he did all he could to try and get their voices back out.

This led to failure, as he had not properly learned how to use the programs so, the content he put out was met with anger, and so much hatred. He did not want to give up, so he continued on and on, continuing to work to learn the program. Eventually, he worked on other forms of music, finding his skills slowly improving, and using the ViewTube to help him put out these music alterations of their original. This in turn helped him to establish a side business while working part time at jobs here and there.

Then, one day, after several years, as he was listening to one of the newest forms of their old songs he had worked up and needed to edit, he looked up and stopped. There not far from him were all three of the former Dazzlings and they seemed to be happy.

What surprised him more, and set his anger, and jealousy ablaze, was the man with them. Sonata, the youngest and definitely the most innocent of the three leaned up and kissed the man. He gritted his teeth as his eyes narrowed on the man, it wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair. It should be him there with the Dazzlings. Were they not aware of all he had done for them to keep them remembered.

“Rush? Hey, Rush, you awake?” Rush shook his head, and glanced up to the man standing before him.

“What?”

“Okay... So, spacing a lot today. Is everything alright?”

“Everything is peachy, Blast.”

“If you say so, though I don’t ever remembering you being this pissed off.” Blast commented. He let out a sigh and leaned back in his chair, hands brushing through his silver dyed hair. Sound Blast looked at Rush Waver as they sat at a table of a diner. This was their second time getting together to try and work out a few songs between them. So far, Rush had spent the entire time scowling and spacing out.

Blast sighed and picked up his drink and began to sip at it until he was slurping the bottom drops in an annoying way.

“Do you mind? I’m trying to think?”

“Oh? Well, if you’re trying this hard, mind tossing some ideas my way so i know I’m not the only one working things through?”

“You’re the one who wanted to work a few songs together. I don’t really care.”

Blast clucked his tongue, “Fine. If you’re so great, then I’ll leave you to it,” He commented as he began to stand up.

“Wait, before you go, I want you to hear something and give me some feedback.”

“Would an apology first be too much to ask for?”

“Fine, look I’m sorry for being an ass, its just... With everything going on, and trying to work this music just right, I don’t know, I guess it’s just got me on edge, you know?”

Blast nodded as he sat back down. Rush pulled out his phone and pulled up the song remix he had before passing it over. Blast pulled out his buds and connected them before hitting play and popping them into his ears. As the music started, it sounded no different than anything Rush had done before, until the voices began. They sounded twisted and altered, laughter echoed in the background, making it sound dark and menacing.

Blast looked around as everything began to twist slightly, before the light of day went dark. “What the hell is this?” He asked, his voice shaking slightly as he looked around. The buds he had were gone, all the other patrons likewise gone, all that was left was the voices, singing, if that was what they were even doing. The laughter grew louder, and louder until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked down to see a strange large cartoonish white glove with four fingers on his shoulders. As he turned his attention, he could see the arm, strangely thin and long with stripes of red and black. His eyes widened as his heart began to beat in his chest, his mind screamed for him not to look. Yet for him it felt as if it were too late, he couldn’t stop himself from looking.

That laughter, that damn laughter seemed so much more twisted as he could now see the distorted painted face of the thing before him now, looking over his shoulder. It’s mouth already strangely large due to it’s painted smile, but he could see the cheeks making it wider, teeth sharp as blades, and dripping red. The smell of it’s breath made him want to gag.

As the laughter echoed along with a new tune of an old carnival music, the laughter of a clown out of a nightmare.

Blast let out a scream as the killer clown closed in on him, its large hand turning him around before sinking its sharp teeth into his chest and tearing out his heart. His voice trailed off into a strange gurgling sound as he felt the emptiness there in his chest.

“Oh my God, is that kid okay? What happened?”

“I don’t know, he just screamed and collapsed clutching his chest.”

“Hey, someone call 911!” Rang out the voices of other patrons. The only one who wasn’t panicking was the young man already leaving the diner. In fact, the only emotion he showed was a small dark smile before the door closed behind him.

It was a bit more of a delay than he thought, yet, he realized after he stood and paid for his bill when Sound Blast fell backwards, it was better this way since he didn’t want to be tied into anything. Besides, a kid with a heart condition having a sudden seizure before the onset of a major heart attack, should prove his own innocence.

He wanted to test this out more, but finding those suitable for this, would prove difficult. He spent weeks working through the right kind of mix to get someone to follow instructions. Simple, yet possible.

This was proved when he waited with a man listening to his latest mix just down the road from an old Opera house, before removing the buds from his ears and passing a gun wrapped in a black cloth. The man stood there, a long lost look in his eyes, clothes old and filthy.

“Now listen, what are your orders?” He asked, calmly and simply.

“Rob the girls,” came the simple reply.

“Good, and?”

“If a man tries to stop me, use the gun,” A strange look came over his face then as if he were suddenly filled with bloodlust.

Rush watched smiled as he watched his newest tool stalk across the street after the crowd in front of the Opera house dispersed and two women were wandering around outside. The man waited till they were far enough away before pushing the two women into the alley and demanding money from them. Rush felt a little pang as he watched the beautiful Sonata and Adagio at the end of that monsters blade. It wasn’t until he watched the scene unfold as another man confronted him, the gun was pulled and a shot sounded out. Rush smiled, feeling pleased as he turned and left the place he had been watching from.

He felt satisfied, his plan was coming together, and soon, he would have the Dazzlings all to himself. First, get rid of the man that was keeping them all to himself, even sweet and innocent Sonata. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t right, but Rush would have his way soon enough. Next were those girls from that High School, the Rainbooms, he had learned. They had, since their graduation at the high school, dispersed the group, but still. He wanted the ones who destroyed his favorite group of female singers to pay for their transgressions.

Rush inserted the buds into his ears and played the next song from his list, slowly becoming lost in their now altered songs and music.

What he didn’t realize, was that the music of the Dazzlings, were magical in their use, and also did not realize that peoples minds varied. Some were stronger, some were weaker, or more susceptible, while even fewer, became altered in small ways by listening to their music. The Sirens did find out the hard way, though, that technology could end up altering the magic of their songs and spells and had varied unpredictable effects. To which, one was now, unbeknownst to them, being used in the worst possible ways.

Max grunted as he continued to force his situps. He had fully recovered some time ago from the wound of being shot in his abdomen, yet occasionally he would still encounter a phantom pain there. He had been working out a bit more trying to manage his body to the best of his ability. Once again, making sure he was in good health had saved his life. The last time he had encountered this, he had been working out at a gym with a friend, weightlifting trying ti build his muscles. Literally the day he was to meet his friend for a weekend at a bar to celebrate Saint Patrick’s Day, he had been riding a bike from his job when someone ran a red light to an on ramp. This in turn had forced Max to hit the brakes hard sending him flying head over handlebars of his bike. He had been moving at close to twenty miles an hour when he had to do this, and suddenly the force of stopping himself before smashing his face into the concrete had left him with both arms fractured at the elbow.

He had spoken to the doctor at the time and found that if he had not been working out and keeping to a healthy regiment to improve his health, he would not have been able to stop himself and only walk away with multiple small fractures in his arms.

Max grunted again as he rose his upper body up from the mat, a lot had happened since then. Years had gone by, and only occasionally all he had to deal with was his right arm occasionally locking up, or popping.

He heaved a sigh on his final rise and rested his arms on his knees as he worked to ease his breathing. After catching his breathe he stood and grabbed a pair of shorts to throw on. He looked back to the bed to find the three girls he had come to love in such a short time, and who came to love him in return.

Adagio, Aria, and Sonata were altogether on his and Sonata’s bed, asleep. HE smiled as his eyes wandered over their exposed bodies, the sheets and blankets having been lost at some point during the night of their sexual activities. So now, all three were huddled together in the middle of the bed, practically taking all the space. Their arms wrapped around each other, their legs intertwined. Adagio was holding Sonata, their breasts pressed together in a soft mound pf flesh that made Max’s body ache to be a part of, while Aria had her chest pressed against Sonata’s back, one of her arms hanging over her side.

As he watched, he became aware of the natural light in the room filling it, sending the shadows of the night away. It started as a dull gray, before growing brighter by the minute as the sun rose above the horizon and trees.

Max smiled to himself before forcing himself to turn away from the alluring mass on the bed and making his way out the door and across the living room. In hand he had a pair of briefs, having found them more comfortable when Sonata accidentally bought a pack for him a few days before. Once across the living room he entered Adagio’s room, before heading to her bathroom to shower. He wanted to let the girls sleep a bit longer, understanding they would be hard to get along with so early if he were to wake them, especially Adagio.

It didn’t take long to get the water just the right temperature before he pushed his body under the shower head and closed the curtains. He moaned out as the hot water began to ease the tension in his muscles allowing him to begin to relax. As always, with his eyes closed, he stood there allowing his mind to go blank as he relished the feel of the water running down over his shoulders and the rest of his body.

Minutes passed before Max left the shower, cleaner, more relaxed, and actually ready for the day. He emerged from Adagio’s bedroom and went to the kitchen, making his way around it gathering what he needed.

Aria let out a small groan as she moved onto her back stretching before beginning to roll over and falling out of the bed with a startled shriek.

“Aria? You okay?” Came a sleepy voice from above her. Aria found herself nudged between the bed and the dresser.

“Yea, Sonata, I’m good. I didn’t like the bed anymore, so I purposely shoved myself down here.” She said sarcastically. She would have had a better come back, but she just had a rude wake up.

“Whatever you say,” Sonata responded with a yawn before she laid her head down on her hand and began to close her eyes.

Aria rolled her eyes and grumbled as she worked to remove herself from her predicament. She stood and began to stretch when she stopped and began to smell something. She looked over and smirked when she realized thew three girls were once again left without a warm body of delicious muscle and a teasing mind.

Just as she was about to say something, the door opened, and in walked Max, the man she had just been thinking of. Her eyes widened as she saw the large circular tray with three plates of food still steaming on them.

“Hope you three don’t mind breakfast in bed. I made omelets, with bacon.”

“I’d rather have sausage.” Aria said smirking as she watched Max place the platter of food down on a table on the other side of the bed than she had found herself on.

“Still looking to milk me dry? Alright, your call if you want to end up in bed all day.” Max said as he made his way over to her and planted a soft sensual kiss on her lips, one of his hands grabbing her ass and yanking her forward, pressing their lower bodies together.

“Hey, don’t forget me!” Sonata said as she jumped from the bed and tackled the two to the floor. With the loud thump, Sonata giggled as the three began to wrestle on the floor, a few moans eliciting from the girls as Max used his fingers and lips to respond.

“Hey, do we really want to have another noise complaint from our neighbors?” Came an irritated voice from the bed.

The mass of wriggling bodies halted as they turned to Adagio on the bed, a plate of food in her hand.

“Aw, Dagi, are you upset cause we left you out?” Sonatas asked.

“Wha-? No, just, shut up.” She said, a blush on her face before stuffing several pieces of omelet into her mouth. As she slowed her chewing she moaned as she enjoyed the taste of the seasoning Max had added this time to the breakfast mixing well with the melted cheese. The other two former sirens laughed and stood before grabbing their own plates and settling on the bed to enjoy the meal as well.

“So, what’s the plan, girls?” Max asked, getting the others to stop and look at him.

“Don’t know, I have to work, for sure. I’m getting a chance to grab some overtime at the office since Christmas is coming up in a couple of weeks.”

“I was offered to do a play during the holiday, but I’m thinking of turning it down. I want to spend some time with all of you.” Max raised his eyebrows at Aria. It seemed out of character for her to say something like that so seriously, but he shrugged it off as just being awake at such an early hour. The girls were still finding ways to surprise him, yet, Max was still surprising them as well with some of his teasing. Especially when out in public. He had never gave much thought to exhibitionism, but an ex-girlfriend had shown him his most perverted side.

“Yeah, and I just finished all my tests early for this semester, so the college is being lenient to me and letting me out earlier than normal.” Sonata added in.

“I don’t think three days is really all that impressive, Sonata, love.” Max pointed out.

“Hey I’ll take it, it has been uber stressful lately, and I need some time to, relax.” She said with a blatant wink at Max.

“Oh come on, Sonata, if the three of us keep in in the apartment any longer he won’t be able to really put in an effort to go out and get a job.” Adagio said.

“Hey, I have a job.” Max protested.

“Yeah, one text based chatroom game rpj or whatever isn’t the same as having a job.” Adagio argued.

Max shrugged, “Well, with the way things have been, I still make more than you. I’m just glad the lawsuit finally got settled with less loss than I thought.”

“Isn’t that because that up and coming game developer wanted to hire you and settle the lawsuit to get you in the door sooner?” Aria asked.

“Yeah, I still can’t believe she was that impressed with my game. Oh, speaking of which, Nina wants to send a few games and some new gear to me for some trial and error stuff. She wants me to test it and give her some feed back. All the people she has employed are being asked to do this all throughout this month and the next to help work out the bugs of their new horror game.” Max paused as a thought struck him, “Actually, Sonata, could I get your help on that? I mean, since you’re out of school and all.”

“Sure thing, what kind of game is it?” She asked with genuine interest.

“Well, it’s a new fps, first person shooters, for you non-gamer girls,” Max said teasingly at Adagio and Aria. The two rolled their eyes and groaned as Max continued, “It’s a shooter where players play as mages from a fantasy world who have been sent to part of the world and are commissioned to find some ancient artifacts. You’re allowed to wield a staff, or a scepter as a way to channel your magic and fight off monsters in jungles, pyramids, and dungeons.” He finished.

“That, actually sounds kind of bad-ass,” Adagio admitted as she thought about it. “Oh, hey, Max, has Nina offered you a legit job yet? Or is she still paying you under the table for game ideas and as a game tester?”

“Oh come on, Adagio, you make it sound like we’re doing something illegal?” Max said crossing his arms.

Adagio gave Max a deadpanned look, “Okay, okay. Yes she is still paying me under the table, but it’s only as a way to return for the help with the lawsuit.”

Adagio shook her head as she put her empty plate to the side, “Honestly Max, I think she is just using you now to push her business forward.”

Max let out a sigh and shrugged, “Yeah, she may be, and holding the whole ‘I helped you out of that lawsuit’ over my head to get away with it.”

“Max, I don’t like this woman, when are we going to get to meet her?” Aria asked.

“Enough, enough, please? I would rather have a great day than us sitting here arguing whether I’m being used by a woman or not.” He paused thinking over in his mind of what he just said. To his embarrassment, the three started laughing at his expense.

“Wow, Max. You really suck when it comes to dealing with women, don’t you?” Adagio asked.

“Oh? Does that include you three?” He asked.

“Well, you’re kind of like our pet, Max. We tossed you a bone and you followed us home and have been humping our legs ever since.” Aria said, before erupting in laughter once again.

“Alright, alright. I get it. Come on, Aria, cut me some slack,” He almost begged. The girls began to laugh again, to which Max let loose a grin, “Or, I could just chain you all to the bed again and tease you till I have you cumming and beginning for me.” He threatened.

They stopped at that and saw the look on his face.

“Whoa, hey now, Max, let’s not get carried away.” Aria said, flinching as Max took a step forward. They knew they would have to move fast since he had rigged the bottom of the bed with all the chains for their special play times. At that moment, all three were in enemy territory.

“Break on three?” Adagio whispered.

“Fuck three, if we bounce now before he reaches the bed, I think we can leave.” Aria countered.

“Wait, what about bait?”

The two stopped their slow movements to the edge of the bed and glanced at one to Sonata.

“No, no, nonononono. AHHHH!” Sonata screamed as two pairs of hands grabbed her and literally threw her at Max, “Traitors!” She screamed as Max let out a dark laugh, having caught her and pinned her to the bed.

“Better that you suffer, and not us, Sonata. Remember, you love him.” Adagio called over her shoulders as they slammed the door shut.

Seconds later, the screams of fear and protests turned to moans and squeals of pleasure.

“You know, maybe it wasn’t fair?” Aria pointed out as she bit her lip listening to the sounds coming from the bedroom.

“Yeah, but we do have to get ready for the day, and those two need a little alone time anyways. All four of us have been spending a lot of time together lately.” Adagio pointed out.

“Well, considering what happened to Max, is it really so bad?” The two shared a look, the silence seeming to make things feel uneasy before Sonata’s voice broke through, moaning Max’s name.

“Sick day?” They said together before grinning and opening the door and pouncing on the two already embraced on the bed.

Author's Note

Yeah, I know I said I wasn't going to do a sequel.
Hope I don't disappoint you guys. I feel like I may have a bit, so, I apologize.

Anyways, let me know what you think of the story thus far, I'd like to hear from you all.