Life imitating art.

Fine Evening

He sat in a red velvet lined chair; his hands gripping the sides of them as the jumbo television in front of him channel hopped, he'd mostly browse the news channels listening to the anchors going on and on about the daily drivel of the suffering in the world followed by brief coverage of celebrity gossip a man his age had no business in. When he tired of listening to the plastic faces of politicians yakking; fighting and arguing over manners that only sickened him, he pressed a buzzer under the little table beside him for service. In time the large brass and oak doors opened with a creak at the far end of his study and across the velvet carpet a hulking beast like shape crossed the threshold. The body was like solid stone carved in the shape of a man, and like stone he moved as stiff and disjointed as if he was solid stone. The Goliath of stature and size finally stopped before the scientist in his comfy chair before him; took a cigar from a wooden box before offering one to the other, and lighting them both with a flick of jumbo silver lighter so big the flame alone cast an eerie light on them both.

"You rang Professor?" The giant asked between smoky breaths of the Italian Toscano cigars.

"Have Kenchio prepare my dinner and have it brought up to me." The other replied before taking a drag of the Kentucky tobacco.

"And...he inhales and blows smoke to the ceiling. What pray tell do you hunger for this evening sir?"

"Maine Lobster would be nice, with a porter...No rib-eye steak, a seaweed salad with salmon, blow-fish and catfish roe, some fugu sashimi, with water chestnuts and bamboo shoots...Oh and I think a bottle of Dom Pérignon 1973 would sit well with that, don't you think?"

"You have such fine tastes sir. I'll have the kitchen get right on it." He gave his boss a respectable bow and swaggered out with his cigar still blowing fumes about the air.

What's for dinner?

"Please?" Starlight Glimmer said with big soft pleading eyes to the chef on duty. it was so unlike the girl her peers knew her as just a few hours ago. She was trying to sweet talk her father's chef into cooking a meal on par with the one he was currently preparing for her father, and serving it to her. She cutely tried everything from big cutesy eyes to her softest tiniest voice. The chef, in his white jacket and long tall hat looked up from the lobster turning red on the hibachi grill.

"Sorry Ms. Glimmer, but ever since hearing, family coffers have been...light. Father said once you earn it, you may eat as you did when he was ivy league man. Now be silent child, fugu blow fish most intricate and volatile dish in my homeland. Need absolute concentration to prepare. " he said taking the imported knife in hand and the green bloating fish from the tank of water. Kenchio had been hired directly from a five star fugu restaurant in Tokyo, and was still in the process of learning English. Being a native son of the land of the rising sun, it explained his very...broken Engrish. Nerveless the chef's skill as he sliced; carved and prepared the highly deadly dish was awe inspiring.

"Daddy's still got lottsa dinero from all his other non medical assets, why in the high hell CAN'T he afford to let me enjoy the finer things the way he does?" She asked the chef once he had the toxic non eatable parts safety sealed in a bag. He turned to her and only shrugged his shoulders. Starlight sighed, placated but unsatisfied and took a blue can of E-Z mac from a shelf, opened it unhappily and filled it with Evian water. Thankful that she could at least have that she watched the microwave cook her pitiful (in comparison) meal as her father's chef put the finishing touches on the surf and turf platter. and placed the vintage champagne on the wheeled cart to bring it all to him.

"Wait!'' She said to him before he could wheel the meal away. "Let me take it too him."

Final Preparations

Peter Placed his hands on the handles to the rear door of the van they all had driven up to the manor in. He was all decked out in his graphine body armor and jacket; his gadgets Twilight had made for him, and the other two "power gals" beside him. Gilda; Rainbow dash, Trixie, John, Twilight and Rarity. They had all gone up here but only the first three of the "Lucky Seven" of them would be going in...hopefully.

The van they drove up in was disguised on the exterior as a shop-rite delivery van; the decals and paints the seven of them touched it up in, where almost indistinguishable from the real thing. Inside; the floor had been touched up with some boards and a proper carpeted floor, Twilight had set up a computer, her end of the radio, a microwave, a hot plate, a mini fridge, and a TV back there as well. The setup was powered by special rechargeable batteries that ran independently of the car battery in the van's engine compartment. Twilight sat at the computer and checked the equipment one last time.

"How are the radios working?" She asked the three of them as the computer showed the feed from a mini camera in Peter's suit, he tapped the headset and said a simple,

''Hi Twilight, work's well on me. I'm on channel 2 if you need me.'' As he said this, Gilda adjusted her own headset as did Rainbow.

"I'm on three and Dash is on five, we're all linked in to you if you need us egghead.'' She said checking to be sure she had all "her gear." "Switchblade;" she said flicking it out and tucking it back in her inner jacket pocket, "Check, one butterfly knife, two fighting tonfas, my numchucks, right where I always keep them, That razor I swiped from my dad's kit, and most importantly, my hand carved Bokken, carved from cebil wood, strong enough to crack a human cranium open without even piercing flesh. Yep all here and accounted for." She said smiling as she got beside Peter ready to head out.

"I kinda wish you hadn't brought those Gilds, especially the deadly ones." Rainbow said as she checked the canisters of mace for her pistol and the battery level in her cattle prod. The cans of mace weren't the cheap weak stuff that was sold in spray canisters that had little cartoonish "bad guys" in domino masks and "Beagle boy" hats getting sprayed by clip art women from the 1950's. No this was the real stuff, grade A animal control mace used by park rangers to stop even berserk wolverines.

"Like you're gear is any less pain inducing, besides you know we Dash, I may not look it but I know where you're NOT supposed to shove a pig-sticker if you DON'T want someone bleeding out on you." She said as the doors opened and they stepped out into the chilly Autumn night.

"Let's just hope you'll remember that when you're in there," Twilight said as she pulled up a scale model of the manor on her desk. "Now please excuse the crudity of this model."

"You didn't have time to build it to scale or paint it...right?" Peter said with a chuckle.

"I was going to say I built from what limited memory of the few times I've actually been inside the manor, but that works too I suppose." Twilight said slightly annoyed. "Now, the office where the papers are being kept...is on the third floor at the very rear of the manor, there are no cameras, motion trackers or none of that stuff on the premises...do you wanna know what Freud has installed in lieu of that?" Twilight held up a tiny object from a desk drawer; the object looked like a pair of helicopter blades, they sprung open with a a sharp metal chink! and rotated like helicopter blades in her hand. "Scale model, the real ones he keeps hidden under the floorboards and inside the walls? They're several times bigger and I'm sure you can only imagine what they can do it you." She said shutting the blades off.

"We going after a university professor or frigging Jigsaw Twi?" Rainbow Dash said gulping hard.

"If you wanna back out...I won't blame any of you...last chance." Was all she said.

"No." Dash replied.

"Never" Gilda added.

"There's one more thing." Twilight said taking a file from another drawer, "Freud has hired a bodyguard. his name's Frank "Lock-jaws" Bishop." She said flipping the file open to a photo and an old army record of a man built like a tank. The descriptions in his army dossier described him as discharged green beret with all sorts of training. "Discharged because when he became a drill sergeant he torn a recruit's arms out his sockets...claimed it was an accident and he didn't know his own strength"

"Why do they call him "Lock-jaws?" Peter asked reading the file.

"Because he lost his lower jawbone to lockjaw, but had it replaced with a titanium replacement...and razor sharp metal teeth." Twilight said her blood freezing at the thought of a man like that working for a man like Freud.

Freud's study.

The Door to his study flew open hard as she wheeled the cart with his diner across the long red rug over his cherry hardwood floor. He tilted his head up to see who had brought his meal, he wasn't expecting it to be. "Starlight? I didn't say I wanted you to bring me my food...You know you're forbidden from entering my study." He said lowering his glasses at her.

"I was only bringing you you're dinner, daddy." She said wheeling the cart over to him and lifting the silver covers to the steaming hot plates of food. "And I just wanted to tell you how the first day went, the researchers are already compiling notes on the decline of infractions against authority you're protocol has lead too." She said in a tone that said 'I want you to say I've been a good girl and done well, and want you too say you love me as a daughter.' Freud Picked up a silver fork and took a scalpel from his lab coat, the precision cutting stainless steel sliced a sliver of steak for him to savor.

"I suppose I can forgive you for coming in here if that is why you have...You're a good girl starlight." he said gently patting his daughter's head making her purr like a kitten as it felt like she was finally getting the one thing from the man she knew as her father that she wanted the most. "Here take this bit of my steak as a reward." He said as he placed a bit of the steak in Star's blue cup of macaroni and cheese. She looked into the cup and said with a slight unhappiness.

"Thank you father.'' She took her cup of steak and E-Z mac as her father began cracking the grilled lobster shell and dipping the succulent meat into lemon butter sauce.

Break in

He took the flashlight laser in his hand and aimed the beam over the metal bars of the window. The focused laser beam sizzled and steamed as the he cut the main four bars holding them in place. Peter could hardly believe what he was doing, he and his girlfriends where seriously breaking into the house of a schizophrenic Yale Professor to steal his court papers. Why? because he had no right to do what he did to him and his fellow students? Then why didn't they just go to the adults and tell them what happened?...because there comes a time in our lives when we can't go the grown ups to help us, either they can't; they don't know how, or they won't believe what you try and tell them what your problem is. What adults would believe that a word of this story especially when it came from someone younger than them? That's why they where doing this.

"Come on Peter, you can do this, channel V from V for Vendetta." He said as he pulled them away and opened the window up.

"Just so long as it's not that crappy version by the makers of Jupiter ascending." Gilda retorted with a snicker.

"Hey I like the The Wachowski brothers!" Dash said slightly angered at Gilda's remark.

"It's siblings now Dash...long story." Peter said as he lowered himself through the window. He looked around finding himself in the kitchen; it was as big as one meant to service a restaurant or hotel, complete with all the fancy gadgets and implements one could ask for. "Girls, It's clear." He said as Gilda then Rainbow slipped through the window and into the room with him. The three of them looked around, eyes adjusting to the dim lights of their surroundings.

"Pretty fancy digs...check out the fish." Gilda said putting her hands in a tank of live green swimming fish.

"Gilda no!" Those are Japanese Puffer fish! Their toxin is a highly potent paralysis poison! Peter screamed prompting Gilda to draw her hand from the water. As soon as he calmed himself down, Peter tapped the mic on his head set and sent a call out. "Twilight, we're in but the place seems deserted, I know this may sound cliche, but it feels like...we're walking into a trap."

"Let me just check," She said over the radio as back in the van Twilight connected to the manor's security system, as an outsider she couldn't disable it from the van (yet) but could let them know if something had gone off and was actively looking for them. "The threat levels are at zero, I think you're just being the paranoid one Peter...not that I don't understand your concern."

"Hmmph. Yeah I guess. I guess there are are more important things than paranoia right now."

"Right there with you on that, I'll watch the systems to make sure nothing sneaks up on you guys."

"Gotcha..oh and any idea why Professor Freud keeps deadly blow-fish in his kitchen?" There was a pause as on her end of the line, Twilight was at a loss for words.

"Don't say I didn't warn you he's a dangerous man." And she clicked the radio on her end out.

"Alright, lets move out."

Second thoughts

"She buried her face in her velvet violet pillow and sobbed softly; her bedroom a monument to everything she is." From the photo of Supreme court chief justice John G. Roberts, Jr. to the one that arguably could have been the forerunner to her own stance on bringing conservative thoughts and policies to education, a Framed photo of Oral Roberts. She tried to show something of a personality beyond a control freak, by putting up pictures of kittens; and a few of old epic films like Ben-Hur, but it in many ways...just wasn't her. She looked the late Oral Roberts dead in the eyes of the ancient black and white photo taken of him, She looked around at the dull white walls and tacky decor.

"This isn't who I am." She said to herself..."But..just who am i am a person? Am I just an extension of the man I call my father? AM I?!" She said tearing the photos off the walls before crushing them under her black shoes, not concerned over the glass cutting through the soles to her feet. She picked up a pink Barbie dollhouse (the cheapest one you can get off the shelf at the store) and proceeded to chuck it out her own bedroom window, she watched it tumble down crashing into the sides of the house before shattered in a heap of plastic on the cement walkway. "DO YOU LOVE ME NOW!?" She screamed out her window.

Dark Passage

They opted to tread softly down the red carpet of the dim and darkly lit hallway; to their left and right, ancient suits of armor stood silently on little pedestals, the walls where charcoal and slate black, it was not comforting in the slightest to be traversing the hallway. Peter gave his radio a little tap to make a call, "Twilight?" He said as the girl in the van clicjed her radio handset to awnser.

"How you holding up Pete?" She said back softly.

"Fine i guess, Twilight I gotta ask; in the time you knew her...what would you say Starlight's relationship with her dad was like?"

Regrets

"I've made a horrible mistake." Starlight said looking around her room, her posters and pictures had all been torn to shreds; some old barbies from her little girl hood days had been ripped apart at the clicky ball joints, and her grey dresses and shorts had been thrown around all over her. "Not just ripping my room up like this but..." She couldn't finish she could only bury her face in her hands, and cry.

Traps

"I always saw them both as being in a mostly normal father daughter bond, but I could never see past the smoke and mirrors. Starlight wants nothing more than her father's approval and by definition his love. Even if it meant she'd lose all her chances of making friends by cutting herself off from being social and instead becoming a splitting image of his own control freak nature. I guess being so busy with school given strict a school Crystal Prep...was back before the games, I never had the time to be the friend she needed to be shown she doesn't need the love of mad scientist to fell like someone wanted to love her...I'm sorry." Twilight said on her end her eyes swelling with tears.

"Don't be Twilight it wasn't you're..." But he was cut short when two pairs of hands grabbed the back of his jacket and pulled him back, he was about to ask them what they where doing when a large metal halberd ax from one of the suits of armor came crashing down where he'd just been standing. There where more sounds of clunky suits of armor as they came to life. The arms raising swords; halberds and battleaxes and slashing at the air all along the hallway. It was dangerous to press on, but because armor suits where behind them it was no better turning back. "Thanks girls, I owe you one." Peter said before placing a call to Twilight.

"Twilight; it's Peter, the suits of armor just came to life and they're trying to cleave us in two!" He said before drawing his flashlight laser and aiming it at one of the mechanized arms, he used it to sever the metal and render the suit useless, it'd work to disable a few of them, but he had no idea how much battery life the laser had.

"Let me just check..." Twilight said before adjusting her glasses and checking the monitor of her computer to see what was up, "You guys didn't trip security, someone else did." In spite of what Twilight had said she didn't intend to imply there weren't any means of tracking intrusions, just no cameras or modern systems, just good old fashioned radars and silent alarms, these where some setups in Freud's network to track intruders, though not their visual movement, in the event of a break in. Clicking an icon for the manor's "intruder detected" status, it brought up two unauthorized persons inside, both of which she quickly marked as blips on her radar of the place she had in the van.

"Could be burglars...though I wonder who'd be dumb enough...aside us of course, to break into Freud manor. It's well know the guy knows we're a castle doctrine, stand your ground state, and how far he'll use and abuse that privilege."

No Guts, no glory

He turned to the fire in his fireplace as the red light indicating the manor defense system had been tripped, a smile came to his lips. "Looks like the monotony of the evening has been broken." He didn't bother with cameras, and wired in security systems, because they where in his eyes, symbols of the nanny state society too dependent on others for help. He was a man that longed for the days of prisons that starved and broke the wills of its inmates; not ones that molly coddled them into being better criminals. Of days of strong men and loyal wives taming the frontiers and self making themselves in the world. where home arsenals could start small wars and big game hunters traveled the world. To him, the world he wanted was replaced by one where everything had to be safe and pitifully watered down from what it had been in the ages of ambition and gumption.

Uninvited.

Trixie Lulamoon adjusted the black domino mask she tied around her eyes, it was going to take some getting used too. She had her sturdiest most reliable boots on; her skirt traded in for tight skinny jeans and a jean jacket. The blue denim matching her light blue short cape and witches hat, the cape rustled softly around as she looked around the room she had sneaked into. It was the master bedroom; she took note of the fact that everything from the bed itself to the dressers and furniture had all been beefed up, the dresser drawers where roughly the size of coffins, the bed alone could have able to fit at least five people comfortably. "Heh, Trixie wonders if the good Dr. is secretly compensating for something, Rarity it's clear come in." she said to the window as a face in a Purple mask looked in the window at her.

"Are you quite sure this was a good idea Trixie dear? It's quite dangerous to be undertaking something like this." Rarity said as she joined her friend inside.

"Let's just say some things that happened recently made me really think about things, surely you can say the same?" She said waving her hands and making a few auras of magic appear. Trixie used these auras to blanket the two girls and then vanish, completely invisible. It was a good thing she did that too.

"Alright, who's in here?" A harsh growling voice said as the bedroom, making the two girls freeze almost forgetting the active cameo spell that had been cast on them. The large hulking man they had read about in the van entered the room. He looked them dead in the eyes, had they been visible they'd be dead right then and there. Lockjaws held a twelve gauge shotgun barrel at them both, he looked around the room his finger itching to pump someone's guts full of buckshot, even if they happened to be a couple of teenage girls.

He thought he had us.

"Come on Pete, it's not that hard." Gilda said from down the hall she had traversed with finesse and a gymnastic dexterity past the killer suits of armor. Gilda and Dash being star athletes had crossed the swinging and spinning blades of the broadswords, axes and other medieval weapons of the armor by ducking; diving and a few quite literally split hairs later, they where coaxing him to do the same from across the hall. Which for Peter probably wouldn't work out as well...mostly because.

"Gals...I'm not exactly a world class track meet star...hell the A.I constantly won when i DID play world class track meet on the NES." He said as a broadsword swung down in front of him. Peter reached into a pouch and took out the grapple and line Twilight had given him, as he did so. The floor gave away under him!

The girls held back screams as they watched him disappear through the hole. He felt the rush of air and his organs shifting as he took the plunge, It was the day he saved the Cakes boy all over again, training he never knew he had kicking in as reflexes made him clip the cable to his belt and toss the hook hoping to whatever deities there where to save him in having the hook catch something. It just barley managed to snag the edge of the hole he fell through and again the training he never thought he had kicked in in again, this time giving him the strength to place foot over foot to climb the walls back up.

The suits of armor stopped their swings and settled back into their pedestals. Allowing them both a chance to cross the hall to him, they looked down into the hole and saw him climbing back up, looking down it past him they could see that had he not pulled the hook shot off, he'd have landed on a crash pad designed to capture him alive, for what none of them wanted to wonder why.

"Peter; Thank heavens," Rainbow said taking his hand and helping him climb over the top back up to them. "A second sooner, and you would have been a caged rat." She said brushing his jacket off.

"Thanks for that...hey look the traps!" the manor had gone silent.

"He thinks you're in the trap..." Gilda said looking down to see a cage top lock over the crash pad thus indicating the trap did indeed drop down into one. "Professor Strange here thinks he's got us, he's dead wrong." She said smirking smugly.

Sneaking around.

"I'll find whoever is around here and when I do, I will make you know the true meaning of pain." Lockjaws said as he pointed the barrel of his shot gun under the bed as the two girls in the room, made their way right past him under his nose. Unfortunately the spell didn't muffle their footsteps, making Lockjaws turn his head to the noise and follow it. "You're only making it worse, I was going to blow you're heads clean off but now you're making me consider using...these!" He said sneering and showing a mouthful of ugly teeth. His teeth where like the jagged snapping jaws of amazonian piranha, small looking in such a large man's mouth, but the way they where snagged and sharpened to wicked ends, and looked like they could tear someone to pieces with ease, it made the already frightening giant look even deadlier than normal. With his teeth showing his voice seemed slightly altered to match it, the teeth seemed to make his words sound more feral and like he was snarling between every word as he spoke.

"Chew you're ears off first, then maybe nibble my way to your liver before I bite into your armpit like in the novel IT." He said as the girls made an effort to get as far away from him as possible. "There you are!" He said before charging and slipping his gun into a shoulder rig and taking off in a rampaging charge. At first Trixie and Rarity thought their spell had worn off, but he ran right past them both. Rarity turned to what she presumed was where the break in the active cameo gave way to where Trixie was and said. "Peter."

Against the giants.

"chomp chomp kids!" He shouted as he bared his deadly maw and charged the hallway, the three young adults looked as they opened the door to Freud's study only to feel like a truck ran into them and sent them flying through the door into the room. When the stars cleared from their heads they found themselves looking into the faces of the man from Twilight's little show, and the one she warned them about before they came in here. "Well; well, well, what is this?" The mad Dr. said as he sipped his glass of vintage. "It seems the would be thieves are a couple of teenage punks I so loathe dealing with. Mr. Lockjaws, where are you're manners?" He asked his lackey sarcasm dripping like venom from his lips. He strode over to Gilda first; his eyes looking over her features and head as he reached out and held it. He felt and tapped her skull and took in every detail of her head and face.

"Tsk Tsk Tsk, You have all the makings of a flawed female Ms. Griffin. Your face is misshapen and lacks the soft outlines a normal woman is born with, and these lobes, Shameful. They are definitive shapes that indicate aggression, an ego complexity, and possibly even an insatiable lesbian sex drive...strange given how you accompanied a male, so perhaps you're not a total lost cause, no Misandry to the point where you cannot be repaired. Diagnosis? Misandry, aggression, and unstable female hysteria. I recommend electroshock therapy..followed by a follow up lobotomy if it fails to cure you." He said smiling and releasing her head.

"You should know Dr. that Physiognomy was debunked in the 20's...as was the idea of alternative sexuality being a mental illness in the 70's." Peter said getting to his feet. "But in all honestly I can testify and say Gilda's not as depraved as you think she is." He said smiling as he stared him down. Trying to play it cool as the others got up with him.

"I see you all shook of Mr. Lockjaws' attack quickly, either he held back or you show a symptom of psychopathy, an inability to feel physical pain." He said as his lackey Lockjaws approached them all.

"Frued, YOU'RE a psychopath." Gilda said drawing her bokken from he sheath. as Dash drew her mace pistol. Gilda swiped at LockJaws' jaw, as Dash Pulled the trigger of her pistol sending a mist of brown spray at them both. Frued tuned his head and ran away just barley able to avoid getting a blast of the mist. Lockjaws however only sneered as the mist sprayed him dead center, and the wooden tip of Gilda's sword snappped off!

"My...My sword!..He...broke my sword!" Gilda said looking at the snapped blade. Rainbow continued to spray the brown liquid, he only stood there smiling. Albeit with his eyes turning red and his puffing a bit.

"Foolish girl, I was forced to crawl through pig's blood and entrails in boot camp; I had to be tear gassed and maced until it left me blind for days, your water squirter can't hurt me! and you, That stick against my titanium mandible?" As he said this he grabbed the side of his cheek and dug into the flesh hard with his fingers. He bled only a little bit as he tore into the rubbery molded skin graft, then ripped the skin of his chin and cheeks clean off! exposing the metal lower jaw that even the under side where there is only soft tissue was solid metal! He opened his maw wide and clamped it down causing the room to echo with a metallic clunking and crunching sound.

"Okay tin grin, you wanna play?" Peter said as he began to wind up a punch and aimed right for his diaphragm, 'he may not have a glass jaw, but no man can take getting winded.' He struck him only to have his hand grabbed and squeezed painfully hard! The hulking Giant then grabbed him slightly less hard by the neck and lifted him up. He smiled as he looked him in the eyes, fear locking with triumph. "Girlssss...help meee." He said feebly as he felt his hand bones about to crack and his breath leaving him. Rainbow did just that, her pistol had no effect but maybe having a metal jaw wasn't a good thing.

She extended the cattle prod and shoved the prongs out, jamming them into the metal jaw of the giant, and held the button to shock down with no intent on letting go. Titanium may not conduct electricity well, but 10,000 volts of the stuff surging through a metal connection to the brain, which is full of neurological electric pulses? she didn't need much to send jolts through the giant man's skull. He instantly dropped the teenager in his grip and convulsed at the pain buzzing in his head. In her desperation, Rainbow had forgotten the warning about Peter's graphine armor. He too had received a quick shock of the prod through his armor, thankfully it was only like taking...a 10,000 volt joy buzzer.

Lockjaws was down for the count, his body spasming and twitching as he lay comatose on the floor, just barley alive from having taking that kind of jolt directly to his brain. Peter got to his feet and coughed hard for breath, he finally regained his compsure enough to speak. "alright Frued...all we want are the court papers, you hand those over, and we walk away, or we can take them from you the hard way." He said as Gilda handed Rainbow her switchblade and butterfly knife, before handing him her batons, she herself for drew a pair of wickedly sharp double pronged sai.

"You young people, playing with deadly weapons, for shame." Was all he said as he began undoing his lab coat.

"Give it up old man, your lap dog is toast, and you'll be next if you don't give us what we came here for." Gilda said as she rubbed the sais together. "And F.Y.I. I'm a master of these things.'' She said smirking at him.

"You underestimate me, like the children you all deep down really still are." as he said this, he threw his coat off. Revealing that under his small stature, he'd been concealing a wall of sculpted muscle, the way he rose and flexed making his muscles pop and pulse with the veins under the them, mad the three of them stop and gape their mouths at him. "You thought I was all brain with only intellect? Oh you foolish children, I am The apex of a perfect man!" HE said punching poor Peter in face, then a kick to the ribs, and topping it off with two fists to lungs which ended up sending him flying!

Again with the pain, the way his skull practically went a buzz and his vision almost blackened as he saw stars, and just barley heard one of them shout, "You bastard!" Yet again he was reminded; he wasn't bitten by a radioactive spider, or blinded by chemicals that give him hyper-senses, no Gamma rays to make him morph into a Colossus, and no adamantium skeleton by a secret government weapons program, just puny Peter the comic book geek.

"Eat blade you son of a!..." Rainbow shouted as she drove the switchblade into Freud's patella, as Gilda drove her sai on home into his shoulder blade bones, the anger driving them shaking off all notions of not striking major blood vessels and making him bleed out. He only smiled as blood slowly formed at the cuts. They dodged away from him as he retreated back by the fireplace, he smiled as he picked up the fire poker, glowing red with the heat. HE smiled as he pressed the hot tip without flinching or recoiling as his blood sizzled as he cauterized the wound up, the room smelled of burned flesh.

He charged them both and took a swing at them and hit the girls in their stomachs knocking the wind from them; he raised the poker over his head intent on driving the tip into Gilda's skull.

"DADDY! STOP IT! YOU'RE KILLING THEM!" A girl cried out making him turn his head in anger to see his Daughter running over to them all.

"This doesn't concern you Starlight, Go to you're room and leave me to express my right as a man to punish vandal intruders." as he readied the poker to bring the killing blow.

"Daddy, is this the answer? Killing these people because they only wanted to NOT suffer under you dictatorship of their school?"

"Starlight...I'm warning you, stay out of this and be silent or I will have to punish you." He said as he raised his hand up, more restrained then when he was fighting.

"I'm not afraid of you." She said glaring at him as she gently touched Peter's head lovingly. As the powerful man swiped at her cheek and slapped her. Her eyes teared a bit at the pain but it wasn't the stinging from his slap, it was from the way she could feel for the first time before in her life, Starlight Glimmer felt empathy for another one in pain.

"Stupid girl, told you to obey you're father, thought I raised you better tha...." He stopped as pink and purple auras wrapped around him, he looked at the auras holding him before they lifted him in the air and tossed him into the wall, he briefly blacked out from the impact.

"Beaten by girls." Trixie said as she and Rarity stepped across the room to them.

"Darlings, are you alright?" Rarity asked as she lit the room up with a few light bulbs she conjured up with her ring.

"Fine Rare, just peachy." Rainbow dash said as she regained consciousness.

"A little ruffled, but I'll live." Gilda said getting to her feet. "Oh dear lord...Peter" She said as the five girls looked down at him; he was bruised and beaten, his nose bleeding a bit, his chest just barley rising and falling as his eyes looked around half open. "I'd bet money his lungs are collapsed and he's bleeding internally." The looked at him tears in thier eyes at the thought of him dying. Two of them knew him romantically, the two as a good friend, and Starlight...She never got to say.

"I'm sorry.'' She said as softly placed her hands on his chest and she broke down crying. "I'm sorry Peter, I'm sorry all of you...I never wanted this." As she begged for them to forgive her, the two girls, who in another end of the universe where unicorns, concentrated their auras to glow orange as they cast a warm glow at Peter. Starlight a magic user herself focused all she could into doing the same, but a healer needs to know compassion and empathy to cast healing magic, would she be able to?

"Focus." Trixie told her. Starlight placed her hands around his head and inched her lips to his, it was an inverse of the prince's kiss of life to a sleeping princess...only she didn't do it believing it would help, she did it to hope that if this was Peter's time, she wanted to make his passage as comfortable as possible. He glowed with a bright orange and his eyes opened slowly.

"Starlight?" He asked her as he regained consciousness.

"Yes?" She asked hugging him tight.

"You're mother says hi." He said hugging her back. He got up and walked over to the still unconscious Dr. his eyes slowly opened, he still was weak from the attack but he found the strenght to say.

"Goodbye boy." Peter didn't see the arm reaching for a button under a rug. There was a loud noise of a painting hitting the floor on the other end of the room, and then something clicking into place. She knew just what he was doing; her reflexes kicked in, time slowing down. She lunged into the air and tackled peter to the floor, while nowhere near as bad as the fight with her father it still hurt to hit the floor. There was a wosh of air and the madman gave one last word.

"Oh Fu..." Before Twenty darts that had been launched from across the room missed the intended targets and plunged into his flesh.

"FATHER!" Starlight screamed as she ran over to him. Frued had been stuck with twenty darts; their vials filled with a clear liquid.

"Uhhhh, It's...it's liquid tetrodotoxin, from my inedible blow fish offal. I'm dying...and there's no antidote." he said gasping for air. "Starlight...There's something I have to say to you..." He said as his muscles clenched and locked up.

"Yes...daddy?" She said as she patted his head the only spot that the darts didn't hit him.

"Starlight...You're no daughter of mine!" And his breath let out a raspy and wheezy gasps as the deranged, disgraced Yale University professor finally died. To this day, The only witness's to his death claim that the fireplace in the back wall, had its flames leap and flare in the air and burst into an inferno, as they could hear a man screaming a scream unlike any they had ever heard before, the scream of Professor Hugo Freud as he was spirited away to pay for his crimes.