Unlisted Procedure.

     "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.