Unlisted Procedure.by Lunasservant1985ChaptersI. Preperation.II. proceding to the procedure.Critical condition.I. Preperation. Aria blaze looked up at the towering skyscraper of the Bonnet (pronounced bow·neigh) plaza, the thing was solid steel and reflective non see through glass. The late sunset sky cast its light back across the terra cotta steps of the walkway. The plaza was almost empty, the rush hour long past, only a few late shift stragglers left behind. The plaza towering over her would have been imposing to anyone else, but not too her. She was more than ready for the task at hand, it was a snap to book that modeling agency interview with the head honcho himself, Scotch Bonnet. When you're a demi goddess that's been around the block in both the equestrian and human block more than enough times. However the agency was expecting a Ms. Marion Crane to be in for the interview, not Aria Blaze. She looked at the her reflection in the glass, at first glance you wouldn't think she'd be going in for a modeling interview. For starters, she had a big tan trench coat and tan bell hat on. Her black heeled boots the only remotely enticing thing about her outfit, she adjusted the large bag, way too big for a hand bad and started making her way across the plaza she almost didn't hear the voice calling her. "You don't have to do this you know." Aria turned to see Sunset Shimmer, having just gotten out of a black van that was parked beside a taco van. (damn it Sonata) "I have too, it's not just about Adagio anymore, the others...I have to." She said again her blood turning to ice at the thought of what she was planning, not sure which part sickened her more. "Does it have to be this way?" She asks as Aria starts walking to the glass door of the building. "Adagio was here last time and thought everything would be on the up and up, a bit racy sure but hey it sells...what she didn't think would happen was that the agency C.E.O would harass her and demand she suck him off to get the job...I thought this world was sick enough before...but it turns out this place was sick before we even got here." She turned again, the memory of what Adagio told her, how she had come here hoping to be a commercial for Shampoo or even just a snack food, but he did..."He also showed her the side of his business nobody else sees until it's too late." Aria said without looking at Sunset. "MY word...those girls...she thinks some of them are no older...POSSIBLY younger than YOU sunset. (but they weren't) Not too mention all those stories....getting them hooked on Taurus knows what so they can never leave, making them cut all ties to their families so they don't go missed, all to end up dead from being full of more meth than an episode of Breaking bad in a dirty roach infested alley chewed to bits by the rats. Like some fucked up lifetime movie of the week with the messed up dreck turned up too eleven." Just thinking about made her blood boil to the point where she almost wished she had a M-60 machine gun under that coat. Like a hurricane their'd be calm in her eye but beyond that a force of destruction to blow them all away, scour the scum and grim from the chrome and steel of Canterlot. "Aria, I know things like that are sad but true. But you have no right to do this to him, we could do like we did at the Freud manor with Peter, break in get evidence to put him away." "And then he'll be back, he'll freeze his accounts if he goes to prison so all that money will be waiting for him, or someone will swoop in and take over, the circle of blood and fear goes on and on." "Have you been reading Peter Page-turners Punisher and Frank Miller Comics again?!" Sunset asked suddenly realizing a possible source for Aria's behavior. "Maybe...and yeah maybe that's where this mindset is coming from, but I know what I have to do...Sometimes...It's the only way no matter the "grown ups" tell you...sometimes...the means." She said taking a surgical scalpel from her bag, "justify the ends, and some people deserve to suffer hell on earth, before they suffer for in hell." She swaggered through the door to the office; just before it swung shut, Sunset said to her. "Celestia forgive you Aria." Aria turned back to her her scowl becoming a sympathetic and understanding frown. "Celestia's gonna sit this one out." She said back to her, "She doesn't want to see this, but I bet Luna does." Meanwhile back in Equestria. "Damn Right I do!" Princess Luna said looking into a magic mirror that had been set up like a human world television in her bedroom, the princess surrounded herself with a bag of popcorn and a bottle of Black Cherry soda. "This is better than the late show." She said taking a big bite of popcorn watching the "Show" go on. The Office. Her boots tapped on the checkered tiles of the main hall, they where the black and white colors of a chess board, with the pieces of a game, the white king and the knights having captured the black king in a checkmate. the queen still in her starting pose having never moved from her place and the black queen captured by the bishops. A perfect metaphor for how a business like this was run. She approached the reception desk, the girl at the desk was the type who clearly showed that she at one time had come in here wanting to be a model, but unlike the other girls she actually had enough of a brain to say no when Mr. Bonnet told her the so called "dues" she had to pay. She could have been a decent model had this business not been more cutthroat than piracy. Her hair was a pretty almost anime like icy neon blue in a bun and braids, she had tacky pointed plastic glasses on her eyes, and the secretary look was topped off by a grey skirt and top. Once; long ago, Aria would have found her pathetic, Adagio would have wanted to show she'd be willing to do anything to not end up like her, and Sonata...well we love Sonata. "Afternoon ma'am.' She said tapping away on her computer terminal, "Do you have an appointment?" She asked as she looked at Aria clearly with an air of pity, she obviously though Aria was another bimbo broad on her way to the slaughter house for women and girls that is Scotch Bonnet Pepper's world. "I have an interview for a modelling position with Mr. Bonnet." Aria said with her usual air of being angry all the damn time and easily irritable, 'Oh Mr. Bonnet is going to eat you alive girl.' The secretary thought in her head as she took in the girl's angry, scowling and ice cold demeanor. 'That attitude may work on "Daddy" to get you a red Porsche for your sweet sixteen (DEAR GOD please don't actually be sixteen, though again she wasn't) but Mr. Bonnet is a different kind of daddy.' One the one hand, she hated seeing bright eyes hopefuls coming in here thinking this world is some Disney princess fantasy come true only to smacked down to reality once the smoke is blown away and the mirrors are shattered. on the other, the fate that awaited the girls who were foolish enough to enter this world, essentially selling their lives way to some horrible multi tentacled beast, was something she wouldn't wish on her worst enemies. "Splendid Ms. Crane, I'm sure he'll be happy to see you soon." Is what she said as she tapped the keys, but she stopped only to take a post it from her desk, to write a single word on it...run. "Ms. Crane...I need you to sign in for me." She said placing the post it on the sheet, Aria took it and saw the yellow sheet with that chilling word written on it. Aria looked at her and she looked right back, her expression was a pleading look that said it all. 'Run from this place child...(Child of Eighteen...hundred due to being an immortal demi-goddess) you don't want to be here...the things I saw when I was almost seduced by the promise of money and power for degrading myself here...Is not worth it. No one should have to do the things he showed me...please...go home or go to a woman's shelter or hell come home with me but for the love of GOD don't go into that wolf den of...THAT MAN's office.' Aria placed her lips to the other girls ear, and she whispered. At first, the word from her mouth only made the girl surprised, then shocked, and finally, disgusted beyond all belief at the mad and macabre tale destined to unfold up there in the penthouse office of this plaza. "My God...You're not human!" She shout whispered when it was over. The idea of this girl...this dangerous psycho of a girl doing that to him, even she felt what she had in mind for him was too much to bear. "I know what he does...I almost lost a dear friend to him last week, you saw her, wild untamed hair? orange complexion? Ruby red eyes?" She whispered back. "Adagio Dazzle, you have no idea how happy it made me to see her running past the desk clearly saying no to his proposition, he told me to have security take her out back and shoot her if she ever came back." "Fuck...he has that kinda power to get away with that?" Aria asked thinking about her dear almost sisterly friend Adagio lying in the harbor adjacent to the plaza with an untraceable bullet in her skull. "He's meeting some big shots from Sicily later this month, mafioso's I think, and...I think a few college girls just got sold to some Persian strip club owners...or traffickers just yesterday." "Do you know anything else? Like where those contacts are?" Aria asked as she made a photographic memory of the details. "Not a clue...I work in the facade of this dark and terrible place...that's all I know, Of course you realize, once your on that elevator. I'm going to warm Mr. Bonnet you're coming to him, then have the police here to have you arrested for all the sick things you're planning to do, don't you?" She said, almost longing to be able to take it back and let this mad girl...this Siren of a dangerous girl do her dark deed and set these lost girls, these just barley legal, jail-bait of poor little lost girls of the rip age of eighteen...free. Aria placed a hand on the other female's forehead and recited, "You will write a letter of resignation to Mr. Bonnet." "I shall write my letter of resignation to him." She said back her eye's glazed over as she said it in a monotone voice, the siren turned muse's powers that had been returned to her working the mind manipulating magic. "You will say it's because you have a sick close relative that needs you in someplace like Scottsdale or Buffalo." She said as the aura between both of the females glowed bright. "Equestrian magic is too be the light that will cut the darkness of this world, uh you don't have to say that part."She added. "I will say I have a relative in Scottsdale or Buffalo." The other female recited though there was almost no need for it giving what was to come. "You are to delete all records of Marion Crane being here today and Adagio Dazzle as well." She said as she wondered if her friend's record was still in this place. "No records of you two are to be left behind mistress." She said in a zombie or thrall like state. "Don't call me that, I'm no mistress, I don't take slaves girlfriend...I'm here to take the first step in freeing them." She said hugging her lovingly, a sisterly bond that made them only grow closer, if only it would all amount to something in the long run. "My real name...is Aria Blaze." With that she snapped her fingers and the receptionist was broken from her hypnosis. She began typing again, the other female was invisible to her now. Aria Blaze; Dazzling, Siren formerly, now a muse, Equestrian outcast, now...She has a dark purpose to fulfill, but from the darkness...there will be light. She hoped. Aria pressed the button for the elevator at the back of the office, and waited. When it finally come down to take her to her work, she smiled. II. proceding to the procedure. Scotch Bonnet was a man who belived in only two things, money and control. Unlike most men in a similar situation, Bonnet had been born and raised not in the lap of luxury the way the "Bush boys" or Trumpy had been, Bonnet was born in the crucible of Chelsea New York. The last of an Irish flat that belived in working double shifts at the docks, falling asleep in front of the TV with a bottle of whiskey that tasted like battery acid, and that "the kitchen" was going to the liberals and gays. Makes you wonder why red state America hated the Irish, they had so much in common. He sat now a black granite desk and genuine now extinct black rhino skin office chair. A glass of grey goose in his hand as he looked out the window from his office to the streets below. His clean and pressed Italian suit and crocodile skin loafers blending into the washed out black and grey color scheme of his office. "Another day Scotty boy, and your still above them all." He almost didn't hear his office door open as the girl for his afternoon interview had arrived. Aria was trying to look simultaneously confident and yet a bit scared, give him the impression of a helpless high schooler with just a bit of the sweet innocence left to lure him in, with confidence to land the bloated marlin. "Umm hello? I'm here for that interview." He turned to her, his blue eyes like cold steel. "Ahhh! You must be the new girl...Aroa Blades? Is it?" He never bothered learning their names...untill they showed potential. ''Aria Blaze, actually sir.'' She said correcting him, Her hands griping the bag tightly. Aria did wonder if what she was planning to do was worth the cost to her soul it would be, but the notion was shuffled away. She knew this man...had sent so many girls like her, promising them a life of fame and glamour, to a life too depraved and despicable to even talk about, and he'd almost sent the girl she loved like a dear sister, the only family she'd ever known, to a similar fate, he diserved the excruciating world of torment...well technically she planned on sending him too. Some people's souls are beyond mercy, beyond saving because the've been too far seduced by the lures of fame, money, power, that men like Scotch Bonnet was one of them. ''Oh...of course Ms. Blaze, my apologies to such a fine young woman such as yourself.'' he said with as much fakeness as his New York (or maybe Boston) accent. Aria knew the risks, men like him, she'd have to play it cool, get his trust. she did a little walk as if she was already on the catwalk to him, hips swaying like she was a starlet from the golden days of Hollywood mixed with modern flare that the boys go crazy over. Aria may have had attitude problems here and there, but she knew where and when to turn it off...to turn them on, if you got it flaunt it! as these little experiments of Celestia's so often said. ''I understand you're....looking for new...Talent, around here...correct?'' She asked rolling her tongue on her words like she maybe had a touch of Spanish in her, a soft purr in her voice, as she prepared to shed her tan trench coat and reveal what she had underneath, before her darker purpose. ''We are looking for models to pose for our burger commercials Ms. Blaze, Are you familiar with the one's Ms. Paris Hilton did For Carl Jr's.?'' he asked as images of sausages like oversized dicks sliding into gorgeous women's mouths. It briefly made him question his sexuallity, before he remembered to be professional on this. Villan and victim both realizing they'd need to dial it back a bit. ''I may have youtubed them now and again Mr. Bonnet, I must be honest with you, girl like myself doesn't watch TV much, I tend to spend my time making sure Ive got the looks and talent for a man such as yourself.'' She said her bell hat falling away. ''Ms. Blaze, While I appreciate the enthusiasm, please don't waste my time, I'm a very busy man.'' Bonnet said though he found her approach more than...enticing. ''Why Mr. Bonnet! I'm practically offended you'd think I'm doing such a thing.'' Said giving him a little pout as she stopped just a few feet from his desk.'' ''Modeling isn't all fun and games Ms. Blaze, It's a very cutthroat world full of long hours and demanding...propositions, a far cry from the world of Disney princesses and sickly sweetness you may be used too.'' ''I'm well away of what your world entiltes Mr. Bonnet, I wasn't raised to believe ''someday my prince will come.'' if you can believe it, I know that if a girl wants something...she has to work for it.'' She said letting her tan coat hit the floor. Aria had underneath it, a black catsuit made of tight, body hugging latex. The material hugged every curvaceous contor of her body as she sashayed her hips out and cocked them to the sides with her hands on her her head with a defiant pout. ''You like?'' she asked him. ''I only ask because of my current status as an amateur, not much beyond those headshots I sent. Girl like me only looking for something...entry level you know?'' She asked with her best double meanings as she watched his jaw practically hit the floor in awe at her performance, not aware of the dual purpose being vacuumed into skin tight latex could serve. ''I might be willing to say you more than made up for a lack of professional material Ms. Blaze, But I'm a difficult man to please.'' ''Don't tell me you're gay Mr. Bonnet.'' she said pressing her luck to the limits. ''I never said THAT Ms. Blaze, It's not a matter of preference, it's a matter of...loyalty.'' He said rubbing his rock hard erection under his desk. ''What do I have to do Mr. Bonnet? I've already been vacuum sealed in skin tight latex like Micheal Phiffer in Batman Returns, I'm willing to do so much more,'' she said giving her chest a side to side sway for him. ''I don't know for sure just yet Ms. Blaze, I'm a man that has...connections. to branches of fame, money, and power beyond you're dreams.'' He said as he began to profusely sweat, almost through his armor Aria old girl, just make him crack and you'll have him. ''Mr. Bonnet, you could have a stash of weed in this room, and I'd sonner be dead before I say anything about it.'' Aria said as she bent over Bonnet's desk and striking a pose she'd seen in countless adds, bent over nice and submissively for him, hips cocked out, the latex showing off her hard nipples and contouring to the shape of her ass nicley, hell the man could swear he could see her clit in the shape of her outfit as she practically blew him with her half lidded eyes and sealed body. ''That's what I want to hear,'' he said as he opened a browser page on his computer, barleylegalslutabuse.com, the kind of website you bury your computer underground under after you visit it, then scrub your skin raw in the shower with bleach until you're white as mashed potatoes, if you're even a shred of a decent human being that is. Even if your soul cannot be cleaned. Aria looked to see a site on Mr. Bonnet's computer of young girls no older than Sonata or herself even (by human standards at least), being beaten, spanked, gang banged, and all sorts of degrading positions, too sick and demented to talk about, the only way Bonnet's site could be worse was if he included some grade A pedophilla with little girls in white dresses or necrophiles on the things she saw. Thank Celestia he wasn't THAT Depraved, but it wasn't enough to save his sorry ass. Critical condition. "One of your little side business sir?" She asked. On the inside what she saw was sick, even if you were into these kinds of things, the looks of fear and loos in the eyes of every girl on the site preview page by page, it was just plain sick. Aria on the outside looked unmoved by it, trying to seem as soulless as him, her noose tightening. "And then some, how do you think I got to where I am now? You don't get the finer things in life by playing it safe or by the rules you know." He said leaning back in his chair and letting his legs spread, Aria knew what he was implying, the final step to seal the deal before she'd be hired...IF she actually wanted the job. "Wait, Mr. Bonnet...." she said opening her bag up careful to keep its contents hidden. "Don't tell me you're going back on me now." He said in frustration, all that teasing and she better not be, she practically asked him for this. "I just thought we'd share something special first." She said holding up a green metal canister with a face mask attached to a hose that ran to a pressurized valve. "Well that's new, never tried something that came in a can, what is it?" He asked intrigued at the canister she placed on his desk. Not knowing just what it was. "Friends of mine cooked it up, supposed to be like the pure for of the THC in weed in gas form, with a hint hint LSD and Angel dust for...stamina, makes a handsome stud like you a real stallion." She said her trap about to spring, the tension in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. "Well let me try some and I'll put in an order for the boys at...whoops almost said too much, but I know you'll never tell." He took the mask with a smug look on his face and she turned it on full blast, the gas hissed from the valve softly and he was hit with a sudden pleasant sensation. So...peaceful and relaxing, it just...made him want to sleep. "Breathe deeply Mr. Bonnet, just relax and let the gas do its job." Aria said in a soft voice, not unlike her old siren song. "I feel like Immmm wakin onnn sunshine! Woaah! Walkin on sunshine...hehehh." then he was out, completely. His body slowed to the bare minimum of alive, heart beating at just under a few BPM, lungs so slow to breathe the chest didn't rise or fall. Aria had been lying through her teeth, she just have a good dose of hospital grade anesthesia. ""Get this straight asshole, for your sake you better not wake up until its over...the only place you better wake up, is hell." Aria sat at his desk and looked at the laptop he'd opened the webpage to, the idiot had no passwords on anything save maybe his login page, everything she needed, contacts, time schedule, even his dietitian plan and gym membership. "I see you're a man who takes care of himself Mr. Bonnet, good. A history of family Alzheimer's and an appendix removal last year aside you're quite a picture of health. Just what i needed." She said as she began to lay out a plastic tarp out over the coffee table. She downloaded all the info on his computer, including what looked like pictures of of girls on their way to school at Canterlot High, into a USB drive and then closed the laptop. She took a can of Sterno from her bag and spread the flammable blue gunk on it, it had to be burned, everything had to burn. She laid the unconscious Scotch Bonnet out on the tarp, arms tied to the table legs with rubber surgical tubing another tube and elastic band at his upper arm to make the veins visible. Aria had another reason for wearing PVC latex that covered every inch of her body from her hands to her feet, you see it was like being wrapped up in an over sized condom or surgical glove, the human blood gets everywhere and you never know where its been, sure he was "clean" from most diseases that get you blacklisted from organ donation lists, but anything could be passed from coming in contact with it. So Aria wasn't taking chances, sure she was by no means a surgeon, no Hippocratic oath to betray in the mad scientist experiment she had planned for him, but that didn't matter, he was destined to die by the time she was done, nothing more to it. "Let's start shall we?" She said in a faux nurse's voice as her black gloved hand placed tool after tool on the desk, scalpels of various lengths and blade shapes, an electric circular saw, clamps, scissors, a cornucopia of cutting and cleaving implements. Aria had stripped him of his suit jacket and shirt, as she plunged two syringes with tubes in them into his wrist veins. The blood flowing at a slowed pace into medical grade donation bags like the professionals use. Not the recommended place to ever do that, had she been a real phlebotomist drawing his blood, but he couldn't feel it, and again it mattered not. "Oh cripes! I can't watch!" Sonata Dusk said as she gagged about to be sick. She, Adagio and Twilight, who had hacked into the security cameras and was planning to wipe them blank when all was said and done, the footage of Aria walking into the building already erased. Where in the back of a black van that had been parked outside, Sonata had just gotten back from a taco van when the others were gathered around a computer monitor, it showed Aria in the office twenty-five stories up as she stabbed the needles into him. "I don't think I can either Sonata, but for different reasons." Twilight said as Aria continued on the screen. "Oh.. This is unexpected." Aria said as Bonnet's eyes flew open and began to look around, the were the only part of his body he could move. His arms and legs felt almost nonexistent, even his mouth couldn't move to convey just how pissed off he was at that moment. Only for fear to grip him when he saw how his arms were being drained of blood as it flowed slowly from the tubes into collection bags, his veins artificially circulating with the aide of a compressor pump. "It's not just your blood i'm stealing you know...no Mr. Bonnet, I tend for this to be...a full donation from you." She said as she snapped a hygiene mask on her face and turned to face him, a sharp curved incision scalpel in her hand. If he was fully conscious then and there...he'd have been screaming. "Why does Aria feel like she needs to do this?" Sunset asked back in the van as she could barely even watch. "She's drugged a man an, is siphoning his blood from his body, and is about to cut him open and remove his organs, yeah I'm sure that what he's done truly justifies torture and mutilation on another human right?" She asked with sarcasm. Sonata said nothing as she was still trying not to lurch at having seen what had been done already, twilight was equally silent having never faced a moral issue of this caliber before,the ones who did speak? "Three days ago, I went up to that man's modeling agency hoping to get a few jobs, nothing permanent, just an easy couple thousand because...I was hoping to buy some things for my friends, a new jacket for Aria, a few new push dolphins and teddy bears for Sonata, and yes a Kay diamond necklace for myself but i thought of my girls too. Anyway, i go through getting my body waxed, a spray on tan, and all the things i can to make sure I'd get a few gigs, I go all the way to his office, strut around half naked, pretending to like doing that all the time for him...and then...he..." She got too choked up to go on, memories of those faces he showed her, then his sexual demands with the promise of fifty thousand dollars and a contract with his agency. She couldn't do it. She cried in sadness, before anger made her look to Aria on the monitor and say, "rip him open Ari, make that sick prick pay." "Do you think I'm sadistic Mr. Bonnet? Do you think I like having to do this to you? That I'm a psychopath that does this often? No Mr.Bonnet, I'm actually quite sickened by having to do this." She said her face inches from his as his eyes rolled around from her to the few things he was able to see on his back. "You're probably wondering why your eyes are open and you are awake, even with your heart slowed to a stop and your breathing almost nonexistent, well you see, you've entered a rare state known as anesthesia awareness. You can't move or feel anything, but you will know what it means to be helpless as I do this!" She jammed a scalpel into his chest and ran it along the skin to the navel. "No Mr. Bonnet, right now I feel only...regrets and disgust at what I must do." She then proceeded to run the scalpel along his sides to for the skin flaps in the dissection. Blood flowed thick and slowly from the cuts, semi congealed from hardly flowing through the circulatory system. Bonnet couldn't feel any pain, but he was scared shitless seeing his skin cut and then peeled back, revealing the red sinew of muscle under the skin. "I still don't think this is something I could ever endorse this." Twilight said as she watched. "Nor can I...I mean we took down or tried to take down Freud with evidence." "Peter?" Sonata asked the person up front driving, Peter Page-Turner. Peter said nothing nothing as he tapped his fingers on the wheel before deciding to bring up the one thing he knew better than anything. "As you know, I'm quite keen on comic books, especially the ones about superheroes. The are in a sense the twenty-first century equivalent of legends and mythology. I find the whole thing fascinating, and for so many years, superheroes had to be boy and girl scouts, role models for the wide eyed and hopeful children who read them." "What's your point of this story Peter?" Sunset asked getting a little irked at him. It felt like he was wasting time. "I'm getting to that kiddo...just be patient, now the classic superheros, they have their code of morality, they refuse to kill even the worst of their villains for various deep rooted reasons, Superman doesn't kill because he's a symbol of hope in the world, he wants to good in the world and believes there's always hope for good in the world, Batman refuses to kill because he sees himself as the best at everything and a symbol of justice, he refuses to be the very thing he can't stand, a criminal. Do you know why the same cannot be said for other heroes?" If Scotch Bonnet could have been able to do anything as he lay there helpless, life slowly ebbing away from him, it would be screaming. Aria was running a mini saw with its circular blade over his rib cage, cutting each segment of bone free on either side until she could lift the ribs away from his body and toss them away, they made a hollow clattering as they hit the office floor. "Oh don't be such a baby, ribs grow back." Aria said in a sing song voice. "No they don't, not that it'll matter to you." She said as the only indication that he was starting to feel pain showed, Bonnet began to cry. "The anti-heroes, like Wolverine, The Punisher and Rorschach, and V, they have no qualms about killing people, because they've seen things." Peter said as the girls in the back listened intently. "They've seen sides of the world that are beyond saving, the only choice they have is be as dark and twisted as what it is they fight. They have seen loss, they have been abused and exploited like less than human, and they are sick of it. You girls...Aria and Adagio, what you saw here needs to be dealt with the way she is now, the means justifying the ends." "So it comes to this?" Aria said as she pulled on his. Intestines like streamers and draping them over the table and floor. She took four red cooler like containers out and opened them with a soft hiss of icy cold air. They where subzero cold storage cases used by hospitals to transport organs for transplants. "I'm not saying that saving your organs for someone who deserves them more than you did will make what I've done right, but maybe...it'll show that there's still a good side to me, a very dark good side carrying a weight on my soul, but....oh who am I kidding." She took a scalpel and cut the exposed organs from his body, the lungs where severed at the bronchial tubes and she tossed them both away, disinterested. Surprisingly even after all this, Bonnet's eyes still rolled around in shock, though his vision was starting to fade as she was delicate in cutting the aorta and ventricle to free the heart from the chest cavity. This she did place in a plastic Ziploc bag, (so it wouldn't stick to the metal) and then the first container. "I can feel the life leaving you, you know. Your brain is not starting to shut down with the vial organs gone, but I'm still not done." Aria said as she took a few scalpels, a few in her hands, and shoved them into his eyeballs. They sprayed a few spurts of blood as Bonnet lost his sight, at long last he felt everything fade away...the next time he was awake, it would be in a very unpleasant place. Aria then wrenched his mouth open and grabbed his limp tongue from the mouth in one hand and a pair of surgical scissors she used them to cut the muscles holding the tongue into the inside of the mouth, before yanking the bloody slippery muscle from his mouth. The blood ran cold as ice down his chin to his neck as she took his tongue and wrapped it around his mouth like a gag. She then proceeded to cut the liver from his body, before putting it in a Ziploc and the icy container, then his left and right kidneys. Satisfied with what she had taken and the state his body was left in, she looked around. The carpet below the table was soaked with blood, his intestines were strewn about from the body cavity, his ribs lay abandoned in a corner, and the whole thing in general looked like a scene from Clive Barker's Hellraiser. Her conscious forever stained by the carnage, Aria took her phone out. Walking over to the window as the night began to fall, she placed a call. "I've done the dark deed you requested." She said into her phone. "I only asked you to get the information I need to trace this disease his kind is infecting Canterlot City with back to its source, the organ theft was all you my dear." A soft soothing voice said on the other end. "He it got personal when he almost took Adagio away from me it was personal....hey....how'd you know I dissected his organs to give to the Canterlot City hospital?" "I have my ways my dear, as you have yours. Do not worry, I actually found it quite...intense you show potential, maybe down the line we can work more directly with each other...what do you say my dear?" "Never, I've stained my hands, and soul with a man's blood. I want to put this whole thing behind me and never look back. Once you have the info you want, I never want to see you again." "You act as if I'm the bad guy here Aria, there are no good or bad guys, just what we do in life either impacts others in positive or negative ways, you tell me how your actions there will impact others." "Where do you want me to give you the drive of info?" She said not answering the voice on the other end. "You're on your way to the hospital with a generous organ donation, the roof. After you drop THE LATE...Mr. Scotch Bonnet's generous contribution off at the children's ward those kidneys need to go too." He said chuckling smugly on the phone. "Who are you? Like really who are you and how do you know all this?" Aria was replied to with only static. She packed everything up, but before leaving, she scooped more flammable blue gel from Sterno cans and smeared the stuff on Bonnet's body. Then she took a red canister of gasoline and splashed his body with it making a trail to his office door. As she opened it and stepped out into the halls, there was a click of lighter, before a trail of fire went to his body and ignited, he looked like a fallen angel as his flesh went up in flames, even his gums would be charred to ash by the time the flames where put out.
I. Preperation. Aria blaze looked up at the towering skyscraper of the Bonnet (pronounced bow·neigh) plaza, the thing was solid steel and reflective non see through glass. The late sunset sky cast its light back across the terra cotta steps of the walkway. The plaza was almost empty, the rush hour long past, only a few late shift stragglers left behind. The plaza towering over her would have been imposing to anyone else, but not too her. She was more than ready for the task at hand, it was a snap to book that modeling agency interview with the head honcho himself, Scotch Bonnet. When you're a demi goddess that's been around the block in both the equestrian and human block more than enough times. However the agency was expecting a Ms. Marion Crane to be in for the interview, not Aria Blaze. She looked at the her reflection in the glass, at first glance you wouldn't think she'd be going in for a modeling interview. For starters, she had a big tan trench coat and tan bell hat on. Her black heeled boots the only remotely enticing thing about her outfit, she adjusted the large bag, way too big for a hand bad and started making her way across the plaza she almost didn't hear the voice calling her. "You don't have to do this you know." Aria turned to see Sunset Shimmer, having just gotten out of a black van that was parked beside a taco van. (damn it Sonata) "I have too, it's not just about Adagio anymore, the others...I have to." She said again her blood turning to ice at the thought of what she was planning, not sure which part sickened her more. "Does it have to be this way?" She asks as Aria starts walking to the glass door of the building. "Adagio was here last time and thought everything would be on the up and up, a bit racy sure but hey it sells...what she didn't think would happen was that the agency C.E.O would harass her and demand she suck him off to get the job...I thought this world was sick enough before...but it turns out this place was sick before we even got here." She turned again, the memory of what Adagio told her, how she had come here hoping to be a commercial for Shampoo or even just a snack food, but he did..."He also showed her the side of his business nobody else sees until it's too late." Aria said without looking at Sunset. "MY word...those girls...she thinks some of them are no older...POSSIBLY younger than YOU sunset. (but they weren't) Not too mention all those stories....getting them hooked on Taurus knows what so they can never leave, making them cut all ties to their families so they don't go missed, all to end up dead from being full of more meth than an episode of Breaking bad in a dirty roach infested alley chewed to bits by the rats. Like some fucked up lifetime movie of the week with the messed up dreck turned up too eleven." Just thinking about made her blood boil to the point where she almost wished she had a M-60 machine gun under that coat. Like a hurricane their'd be calm in her eye but beyond that a force of destruction to blow them all away, scour the scum and grim from the chrome and steel of Canterlot. "Aria, I know things like that are sad but true. But you have no right to do this to him, we could do like we did at the Freud manor with Peter, break in get evidence to put him away." "And then he'll be back, he'll freeze his accounts if he goes to prison so all that money will be waiting for him, or someone will swoop in and take over, the circle of blood and fear goes on and on." "Have you been reading Peter Page-turners Punisher and Frank Miller Comics again?!" Sunset asked suddenly realizing a possible source for Aria's behavior. "Maybe...and yeah maybe that's where this mindset is coming from, but I know what I have to do...Sometimes...It's the only way no matter the "grown ups" tell you...sometimes...the means." She said taking a surgical scalpel from her bag, "justify the ends, and some people deserve to suffer hell on earth, before they suffer for in hell." She swaggered through the door to the office; just before it swung shut, Sunset said to her. "Celestia forgive you Aria." Aria turned back to her her scowl becoming a sympathetic and understanding frown. "Celestia's gonna sit this one out." She said back to her, "She doesn't want to see this, but I bet Luna does." Meanwhile back in Equestria. "Damn Right I do!" Princess Luna said looking into a magic mirror that had been set up like a human world television in her bedroom, the princess surrounded herself with a bag of popcorn and a bottle of Black Cherry soda. "This is better than the late show." She said taking a big bite of popcorn watching the "Show" go on. The Office. Her boots tapped on the checkered tiles of the main hall, they where the black and white colors of a chess board, with the pieces of a game, the white king and the knights having captured the black king in a checkmate. the queen still in her starting pose having never moved from her place and the black queen captured by the bishops. A perfect metaphor for how a business like this was run. She approached the reception desk, the girl at the desk was the type who clearly showed that she at one time had come in here wanting to be a model, but unlike the other girls she actually had enough of a brain to say no when Mr. Bonnet told her the so called "dues" she had to pay. She could have been a decent model had this business not been more cutthroat than piracy. Her hair was a pretty almost anime like icy neon blue in a bun and braids, she had tacky pointed plastic glasses on her eyes, and the secretary look was topped off by a grey skirt and top. Once; long ago, Aria would have found her pathetic, Adagio would have wanted to show she'd be willing to do anything to not end up like her, and Sonata...well we love Sonata. "Afternoon ma'am.' She said tapping away on her computer terminal, "Do you have an appointment?" She asked as she looked at Aria clearly with an air of pity, she obviously though Aria was another bimbo broad on her way to the slaughter house for women and girls that is Scotch Bonnet Pepper's world. "I have an interview for a modelling position with Mr. Bonnet." Aria said with her usual air of being angry all the damn time and easily irritable, 'Oh Mr. Bonnet is going to eat you alive girl.' The secretary thought in her head as she took in the girl's angry, scowling and ice cold demeanor. 'That attitude may work on "Daddy" to get you a red Porsche for your sweet sixteen (DEAR GOD please don't actually be sixteen, though again she wasn't) but Mr. Bonnet is a different kind of daddy.' One the one hand, she hated seeing bright eyes hopefuls coming in here thinking this world is some Disney princess fantasy come true only to smacked down to reality once the smoke is blown away and the mirrors are shattered. on the other, the fate that awaited the girls who were foolish enough to enter this world, essentially selling their lives way to some horrible multi tentacled beast, was something she wouldn't wish on her worst enemies. "Splendid Ms. Crane, I'm sure he'll be happy to see you soon." Is what she said as she tapped the keys, but she stopped only to take a post it from her desk, to write a single word on it...run. "Ms. Crane...I need you to sign in for me." She said placing the post it on the sheet, Aria took it and saw the yellow sheet with that chilling word written on it. Aria looked at her and she looked right back, her expression was a pleading look that said it all. 'Run from this place child...(Child of Eighteen...hundred due to being an immortal demi-goddess) you don't want to be here...the things I saw when I was almost seduced by the promise of money and power for degrading myself here...Is not worth it. No one should have to do the things he showed me...please...go home or go to a woman's shelter or hell come home with me but for the love of GOD don't go into that wolf den of...THAT MAN's office.' Aria placed her lips to the other girls ear, and she whispered. At first, the word from her mouth only made the girl surprised, then shocked, and finally, disgusted beyond all belief at the mad and macabre tale destined to unfold up there in the penthouse office of this plaza. "My God...You're not human!" She shout whispered when it was over. The idea of this girl...this dangerous psycho of a girl doing that to him, even she felt what she had in mind for him was too much to bear. "I know what he does...I almost lost a dear friend to him last week, you saw her, wild untamed hair? orange complexion? Ruby red eyes?" She whispered back. "Adagio Dazzle, you have no idea how happy it made me to see her running past the desk clearly saying no to his proposition, he told me to have security take her out back and shoot her if she ever came back." "Fuck...he has that kinda power to get away with that?" Aria asked thinking about her dear almost sisterly friend Adagio lying in the harbor adjacent to the plaza with an untraceable bullet in her skull. "He's meeting some big shots from Sicily later this month, mafioso's I think, and...I think a few college girls just got sold to some Persian strip club owners...or traffickers just yesterday." "Do you know anything else? Like where those contacts are?" Aria asked as she made a photographic memory of the details. "Not a clue...I work in the facade of this dark and terrible place...that's all I know, Of course you realize, once your on that elevator. I'm going to warm Mr. Bonnet you're coming to him, then have the police here to have you arrested for all the sick things you're planning to do, don't you?" She said, almost longing to be able to take it back and let this mad girl...this Siren of a dangerous girl do her dark deed and set these lost girls, these just barley legal, jail-bait of poor little lost girls of the rip age of eighteen...free. Aria placed a hand on the other female's forehead and recited, "You will write a letter of resignation to Mr. Bonnet." "I shall write my letter of resignation to him." She said back her eye's glazed over as she said it in a monotone voice, the siren turned muse's powers that had been returned to her working the mind manipulating magic. "You will say it's because you have a sick close relative that needs you in someplace like Scottsdale or Buffalo." She said as the aura between both of the females glowed bright. "Equestrian magic is too be the light that will cut the darkness of this world, uh you don't have to say that part."She added. "I will say I have a relative in Scottsdale or Buffalo." The other female recited though there was almost no need for it giving what was to come. "You are to delete all records of Marion Crane being here today and Adagio Dazzle as well." She said as she wondered if her friend's record was still in this place. "No records of you two are to be left behind mistress." She said in a zombie or thrall like state. "Don't call me that, I'm no mistress, I don't take slaves girlfriend...I'm here to take the first step in freeing them." She said hugging her lovingly, a sisterly bond that made them only grow closer, if only it would all amount to something in the long run. "My real name...is Aria Blaze." With that she snapped her fingers and the receptionist was broken from her hypnosis. She began typing again, the other female was invisible to her now. Aria Blaze; Dazzling, Siren formerly, now a muse, Equestrian outcast, now...She has a dark purpose to fulfill, but from the darkness...there will be light. She hoped. Aria pressed the button for the elevator at the back of the office, and waited. When it finally come down to take her to her work, she smiled.
II. proceding to the procedure. Scotch Bonnet was a man who belived in only two things, money and control. Unlike most men in a similar situation, Bonnet had been born and raised not in the lap of luxury the way the "Bush boys" or Trumpy had been, Bonnet was born in the crucible of Chelsea New York. The last of an Irish flat that belived in working double shifts at the docks, falling asleep in front of the TV with a bottle of whiskey that tasted like battery acid, and that "the kitchen" was going to the liberals and gays. Makes you wonder why red state America hated the Irish, they had so much in common. He sat now a black granite desk and genuine now extinct black rhino skin office chair. A glass of grey goose in his hand as he looked out the window from his office to the streets below. His clean and pressed Italian suit and crocodile skin loafers blending into the washed out black and grey color scheme of his office. "Another day Scotty boy, and your still above them all." He almost didn't hear his office door open as the girl for his afternoon interview had arrived. Aria was trying to look simultaneously confident and yet a bit scared, give him the impression of a helpless high schooler with just a bit of the sweet innocence left to lure him in, with confidence to land the bloated marlin. "Umm hello? I'm here for that interview." He turned to her, his blue eyes like cold steel. "Ahhh! You must be the new girl...Aroa Blades? Is it?" He never bothered learning their names...untill they showed potential. ''Aria Blaze, actually sir.'' She said correcting him, Her hands griping the bag tightly. Aria did wonder if what she was planning to do was worth the cost to her soul it would be, but the notion was shuffled away. She knew this man...had sent so many girls like her, promising them a life of fame and glamour, to a life too depraved and despicable to even talk about, and he'd almost sent the girl she loved like a dear sister, the only family she'd ever known, to a similar fate, he diserved the excruciating world of torment...well technically she planned on sending him too. Some people's souls are beyond mercy, beyond saving because the've been too far seduced by the lures of fame, money, power, that men like Scotch Bonnet was one of them. ''Oh...of course Ms. Blaze, my apologies to such a fine young woman such as yourself.'' he said with as much fakeness as his New York (or maybe Boston) accent. Aria knew the risks, men like him, she'd have to play it cool, get his trust. she did a little walk as if she was already on the catwalk to him, hips swaying like she was a starlet from the golden days of Hollywood mixed with modern flare that the boys go crazy over. Aria may have had attitude problems here and there, but she knew where and when to turn it off...to turn them on, if you got it flaunt it! as these little experiments of Celestia's so often said. ''I understand you're....looking for new...Talent, around here...correct?'' She asked rolling her tongue on her words like she maybe had a touch of Spanish in her, a soft purr in her voice, as she prepared to shed her tan trench coat and reveal what she had underneath, before her darker purpose. ''We are looking for models to pose for our burger commercials Ms. Blaze, Are you familiar with the one's Ms. Paris Hilton did For Carl Jr's.?'' he asked as images of sausages like oversized dicks sliding into gorgeous women's mouths. It briefly made him question his sexuallity, before he remembered to be professional on this. Villan and victim both realizing they'd need to dial it back a bit. ''I may have youtubed them now and again Mr. Bonnet, I must be honest with you, girl like myself doesn't watch TV much, I tend to spend my time making sure Ive got the looks and talent for a man such as yourself.'' She said her bell hat falling away. ''Ms. Blaze, While I appreciate the enthusiasm, please don't waste my time, I'm a very busy man.'' Bonnet said though he found her approach more than...enticing. ''Why Mr. Bonnet! I'm practically offended you'd think I'm doing such a thing.'' Said giving him a little pout as she stopped just a few feet from his desk.'' ''Modeling isn't all fun and games Ms. Blaze, It's a very cutthroat world full of long hours and demanding...propositions, a far cry from the world of Disney princesses and sickly sweetness you may be used too.'' ''I'm well away of what your world entiltes Mr. Bonnet, I wasn't raised to believe ''someday my prince will come.'' if you can believe it, I know that if a girl wants something...she has to work for it.'' She said letting her tan coat hit the floor. Aria had underneath it, a black catsuit made of tight, body hugging latex. The material hugged every curvaceous contor of her body as she sashayed her hips out and cocked them to the sides with her hands on her her head with a defiant pout. ''You like?'' she asked him. ''I only ask because of my current status as an amateur, not much beyond those headshots I sent. Girl like me only looking for something...entry level you know?'' She asked with her best double meanings as she watched his jaw practically hit the floor in awe at her performance, not aware of the dual purpose being vacuumed into skin tight latex could serve. ''I might be willing to say you more than made up for a lack of professional material Ms. Blaze, But I'm a difficult man to please.'' ''Don't tell me you're gay Mr. Bonnet.'' she said pressing her luck to the limits. ''I never said THAT Ms. Blaze, It's not a matter of preference, it's a matter of...loyalty.'' He said rubbing his rock hard erection under his desk. ''What do I have to do Mr. Bonnet? I've already been vacuum sealed in skin tight latex like Micheal Phiffer in Batman Returns, I'm willing to do so much more,'' she said giving her chest a side to side sway for him. ''I don't know for sure just yet Ms. Blaze, I'm a man that has...connections. to branches of fame, money, and power beyond you're dreams.'' He said as he began to profusely sweat, almost through his armor Aria old girl, just make him crack and you'll have him. ''Mr. Bonnet, you could have a stash of weed in this room, and I'd sonner be dead before I say anything about it.'' Aria said as she bent over Bonnet's desk and striking a pose she'd seen in countless adds, bent over nice and submissively for him, hips cocked out, the latex showing off her hard nipples and contouring to the shape of her ass nicley, hell the man could swear he could see her clit in the shape of her outfit as she practically blew him with her half lidded eyes and sealed body. ''That's what I want to hear,'' he said as he opened a browser page on his computer, barleylegalslutabuse.com, the kind of website you bury your computer underground under after you visit it, then scrub your skin raw in the shower with bleach until you're white as mashed potatoes, if you're even a shred of a decent human being that is. Even if your soul cannot be cleaned. Aria looked to see a site on Mr. Bonnet's computer of young girls no older than Sonata or herself even (by human standards at least), being beaten, spanked, gang banged, and all sorts of degrading positions, too sick and demented to talk about, the only way Bonnet's site could be worse was if he included some grade A pedophilla with little girls in white dresses or necrophiles on the things she saw. Thank Celestia he wasn't THAT Depraved, but it wasn't enough to save his sorry ass.
Critical condition. "One of your little side business sir?" She asked. On the inside what she saw was sick, even if you were into these kinds of things, the looks of fear and loos in the eyes of every girl on the site preview page by page, it was just plain sick. Aria on the outside looked unmoved by it, trying to seem as soulless as him, her noose tightening. "And then some, how do you think I got to where I am now? You don't get the finer things in life by playing it safe or by the rules you know." He said leaning back in his chair and letting his legs spread, Aria knew what he was implying, the final step to seal the deal before she'd be hired...IF she actually wanted the job. "Wait, Mr. Bonnet...." she said opening her bag up careful to keep its contents hidden. "Don't tell me you're going back on me now." He said in frustration, all that teasing and she better not be, she practically asked him for this. "I just thought we'd share something special first." She said holding up a green metal canister with a face mask attached to a hose that ran to a pressurized valve. "Well that's new, never tried something that came in a can, what is it?" He asked intrigued at the canister she placed on his desk. Not knowing just what it was. "Friends of mine cooked it up, supposed to be like the pure for of the THC in weed in gas form, with a hint hint LSD and Angel dust for...stamina, makes a handsome stud like you a real stallion." She said her trap about to spring, the tension in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. "Well let me try some and I'll put in an order for the boys at...whoops almost said too much, but I know you'll never tell." He took the mask with a smug look on his face and she turned it on full blast, the gas hissed from the valve softly and he was hit with a sudden pleasant sensation. So...peaceful and relaxing, it just...made him want to sleep. "Breathe deeply Mr. Bonnet, just relax and let the gas do its job." Aria said in a soft voice, not unlike her old siren song. "I feel like Immmm wakin onnn sunshine! Woaah! Walkin on sunshine...hehehh." then he was out, completely. His body slowed to the bare minimum of alive, heart beating at just under a few BPM, lungs so slow to breathe the chest didn't rise or fall. Aria had been lying through her teeth, she just have a good dose of hospital grade anesthesia. ""Get this straight asshole, for your sake you better not wake up until its over...the only place you better wake up, is hell." Aria sat at his desk and looked at the laptop he'd opened the webpage to, the idiot had no passwords on anything save maybe his login page, everything she needed, contacts, time schedule, even his dietitian plan and gym membership. "I see you're a man who takes care of himself Mr. Bonnet, good. A history of family Alzheimer's and an appendix removal last year aside you're quite a picture of health. Just what i needed." She said as she began to lay out a plastic tarp out over the coffee table. She downloaded all the info on his computer, including what looked like pictures of of girls on their way to school at Canterlot High, into a USB drive and then closed the laptop. She took a can of Sterno from her bag and spread the flammable blue gunk on it, it had to be burned, everything had to burn. She laid the unconscious Scotch Bonnet out on the tarp, arms tied to the table legs with rubber surgical tubing another tube and elastic band at his upper arm to make the veins visible. Aria had another reason for wearing PVC latex that covered every inch of her body from her hands to her feet, you see it was like being wrapped up in an over sized condom or surgical glove, the human blood gets everywhere and you never know where its been, sure he was "clean" from most diseases that get you blacklisted from organ donation lists, but anything could be passed from coming in contact with it. So Aria wasn't taking chances, sure she was by no means a surgeon, no Hippocratic oath to betray in the mad scientist experiment she had planned for him, but that didn't matter, he was destined to die by the time she was done, nothing more to it. "Let's start shall we?" She said in a faux nurse's voice as her black gloved hand placed tool after tool on the desk, scalpels of various lengths and blade shapes, an electric circular saw, clamps, scissors, a cornucopia of cutting and cleaving implements. Aria had stripped him of his suit jacket and shirt, as she plunged two syringes with tubes in them into his wrist veins. The blood flowing at a slowed pace into medical grade donation bags like the professionals use. Not the recommended place to ever do that, had she been a real phlebotomist drawing his blood, but he couldn't feel it, and again it mattered not. "Oh cripes! I can't watch!" Sonata Dusk said as she gagged about to be sick. She, Adagio and Twilight, who had hacked into the security cameras and was planning to wipe them blank when all was said and done, the footage of Aria walking into the building already erased. Where in the back of a black van that had been parked outside, Sonata had just gotten back from a taco van when the others were gathered around a computer monitor, it showed Aria in the office twenty-five stories up as she stabbed the needles into him. "I don't think I can either Sonata, but for different reasons." Twilight said as Aria continued on the screen. "Oh.. This is unexpected." Aria said as Bonnet's eyes flew open and began to look around, the were the only part of his body he could move. His arms and legs felt almost nonexistent, even his mouth couldn't move to convey just how pissed off he was at that moment. Only for fear to grip him when he saw how his arms were being drained of blood as it flowed slowly from the tubes into collection bags, his veins artificially circulating with the aide of a compressor pump. "It's not just your blood i'm stealing you know...no Mr. Bonnet, I tend for this to be...a full donation from you." She said as she snapped a hygiene mask on her face and turned to face him, a sharp curved incision scalpel in her hand. If he was fully conscious then and there...he'd have been screaming. "Why does Aria feel like she needs to do this?" Sunset asked back in the van as she could barely even watch. "She's drugged a man an, is siphoning his blood from his body, and is about to cut him open and remove his organs, yeah I'm sure that what he's done truly justifies torture and mutilation on another human right?" She asked with sarcasm. Sonata said nothing as she was still trying not to lurch at having seen what had been done already, twilight was equally silent having never faced a moral issue of this caliber before,the ones who did speak? "Three days ago, I went up to that man's modeling agency hoping to get a few jobs, nothing permanent, just an easy couple thousand because...I was hoping to buy some things for my friends, a new jacket for Aria, a few new push dolphins and teddy bears for Sonata, and yes a Kay diamond necklace for myself but i thought of my girls too. Anyway, i go through getting my body waxed, a spray on tan, and all the things i can to make sure I'd get a few gigs, I go all the way to his office, strut around half naked, pretending to like doing that all the time for him...and then...he..." She got too choked up to go on, memories of those faces he showed her, then his sexual demands with the promise of fifty thousand dollars and a contract with his agency. She couldn't do it. She cried in sadness, before anger made her look to Aria on the monitor and say, "rip him open Ari, make that sick prick pay." "Do you think I'm sadistic Mr. Bonnet? Do you think I like having to do this to you? That I'm a psychopath that does this often? No Mr.Bonnet, I'm actually quite sickened by having to do this." She said her face inches from his as his eyes rolled around from her to the few things he was able to see on his back. "You're probably wondering why your eyes are open and you are awake, even with your heart slowed to a stop and your breathing almost nonexistent, well you see, you've entered a rare state known as anesthesia awareness. You can't move or feel anything, but you will know what it means to be helpless as I do this!" She jammed a scalpel into his chest and ran it along the skin to the navel. "No Mr. Bonnet, right now I feel only...regrets and disgust at what I must do." She then proceeded to run the scalpel along his sides to for the skin flaps in the dissection. Blood flowed thick and slowly from the cuts, semi congealed from hardly flowing through the circulatory system. Bonnet couldn't feel any pain, but he was scared shitless seeing his skin cut and then peeled back, revealing the red sinew of muscle under the skin. "I still don't think this is something I could ever endorse this." Twilight said as she watched. "Nor can I...I mean we took down or tried to take down Freud with evidence." "Peter?" Sonata asked the person up front driving, Peter Page-Turner. Peter said nothing nothing as he tapped his fingers on the wheel before deciding to bring up the one thing he knew better than anything. "As you know, I'm quite keen on comic books, especially the ones about superheroes. The are in a sense the twenty-first century equivalent of legends and mythology. I find the whole thing fascinating, and for so many years, superheroes had to be boy and girl scouts, role models for the wide eyed and hopeful children who read them." "What's your point of this story Peter?" Sunset asked getting a little irked at him. It felt like he was wasting time. "I'm getting to that kiddo...just be patient, now the classic superheros, they have their code of morality, they refuse to kill even the worst of their villains for various deep rooted reasons, Superman doesn't kill because he's a symbol of hope in the world, he wants to good in the world and believes there's always hope for good in the world, Batman refuses to kill because he sees himself as the best at everything and a symbol of justice, he refuses to be the very thing he can't stand, a criminal. Do you know why the same cannot be said for other heroes?" If Scotch Bonnet could have been able to do anything as he lay there helpless, life slowly ebbing away from him, it would be screaming. Aria was running a mini saw with its circular blade over his rib cage, cutting each segment of bone free on either side until she could lift the ribs away from his body and toss them away, they made a hollow clattering as they hit the office floor. "Oh don't be such a baby, ribs grow back." Aria said in a sing song voice. "No they don't, not that it'll matter to you." She said as the only indication that he was starting to feel pain showed, Bonnet began to cry. "The anti-heroes, like Wolverine, The Punisher and Rorschach, and V, they have no qualms about killing people, because they've seen things." Peter said as the girls in the back listened intently. "They've seen sides of the world that are beyond saving, the only choice they have is be as dark and twisted as what it is they fight. They have seen loss, they have been abused and exploited like less than human, and they are sick of it. You girls...Aria and Adagio, what you saw here needs to be dealt with the way she is now, the means justifying the ends." "So it comes to this?" Aria said as she pulled on his. Intestines like streamers and draping them over the table and floor. She took four red cooler like containers out and opened them with a soft hiss of icy cold air. They where subzero cold storage cases used by hospitals to transport organs for transplants. "I'm not saying that saving your organs for someone who deserves them more than you did will make what I've done right, but maybe...it'll show that there's still a good side to me, a very dark good side carrying a weight on my soul, but....oh who am I kidding." She took a scalpel and cut the exposed organs from his body, the lungs where severed at the bronchial tubes and she tossed them both away, disinterested. Surprisingly even after all this, Bonnet's eyes still rolled around in shock, though his vision was starting to fade as she was delicate in cutting the aorta and ventricle to free the heart from the chest cavity. This she did place in a plastic Ziploc bag, (so it wouldn't stick to the metal) and then the first container. "I can feel the life leaving you, you know. Your brain is not starting to shut down with the vial organs gone, but I'm still not done." Aria said as she took a few scalpels, a few in her hands, and shoved them into his eyeballs. They sprayed a few spurts of blood as Bonnet lost his sight, at long last he felt everything fade away...the next time he was awake, it would be in a very unpleasant place. Aria then wrenched his mouth open and grabbed his limp tongue from the mouth in one hand and a pair of surgical scissors she used them to cut the muscles holding the tongue into the inside of the mouth, before yanking the bloody slippery muscle from his mouth. The blood ran cold as ice down his chin to his neck as she took his tongue and wrapped it around his mouth like a gag. She then proceeded to cut the liver from his body, before putting it in a Ziploc and the icy container, then his left and right kidneys. Satisfied with what she had taken and the state his body was left in, she looked around. The carpet below the table was soaked with blood, his intestines were strewn about from the body cavity, his ribs lay abandoned in a corner, and the whole thing in general looked like a scene from Clive Barker's Hellraiser. Her conscious forever stained by the carnage, Aria took her phone out. Walking over to the window as the night began to fall, she placed a call. "I've done the dark deed you requested." She said into her phone. "I only asked you to get the information I need to trace this disease his kind is infecting Canterlot City with back to its source, the organ theft was all you my dear." A soft soothing voice said on the other end. "He it got personal when he almost took Adagio away from me it was personal....hey....how'd you know I dissected his organs to give to the Canterlot City hospital?" "I have my ways my dear, as you have yours. Do not worry, I actually found it quite...intense you show potential, maybe down the line we can work more directly with each other...what do you say my dear?" "Never, I've stained my hands, and soul with a man's blood. I want to put this whole thing behind me and never look back. Once you have the info you want, I never want to see you again." "You act as if I'm the bad guy here Aria, there are no good or bad guys, just what we do in life either impacts others in positive or negative ways, you tell me how your actions there will impact others." "Where do you want me to give you the drive of info?" She said not answering the voice on the other end. "You're on your way to the hospital with a generous organ donation, the roof. After you drop THE LATE...Mr. Scotch Bonnet's generous contribution off at the children's ward those kidneys need to go too." He said chuckling smugly on the phone. "Who are you? Like really who are you and how do you know all this?" Aria was replied to with only static. She packed everything up, but before leaving, she scooped more flammable blue gel from Sterno cans and smeared the stuff on Bonnet's body. Then she took a red canister of gasoline and splashed his body with it making a trail to his office door. As she opened it and stepped out into the halls, there was a click of lighter, before a trail of fire went to his body and ignited, he looked like a fallen angel as his flesh went up in flames, even his gums would be charred to ash by the time the flames where put out.
