PART(ie) Hard

Chrysalis stares at herself in a mirror while putting on a frilly blouse. It is a nice mirror. Very clean, and the dresser it is attached to is also well organized with all the makeup and jewelry displayed in organized cubbies and a wallet, ID badge, watch and cellphone sitting on a foam bed inside a box. In front of Chrysalis is a small rectangular device with a speaker playing a message.

“The pleasure of Frisbee's company is what I most enjoy,” says a female from the recorder, her voice strained. “He put a snack on Miss Prancy's chair, but he was still called a horrible boy. At the end of the month, he was throwing two mittens across the width of the room. I counted on his schemes to reveal the way to escape my doom.”

“Thank you, Nolo,” says Chrysalis on the recorder.

There is a crack and then the recorder stops, rewinds and replays. There is heavy breathing, sniffles and whimpers of the female voice, and Chrysalis's voice eases in, gently shushing the girl.

“It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. What is your name, pretty thing?” says Recorder Chrysalis.

“Nolo Contendre,” sniffles the female.

"Hello, my name is Nolo Contendre,” says Chyrsalis, her voice changing slightly towards Nolo's pattern.

“A pretty name for a pretty girl,” says Recorder Chrysalis.

“Please, tell me what you want. What do you want? Is it money?” whimpers Nolo.

Chrysalis clears her throat and buttons up her blouse as she stares at herself in the mirror, speaking with more of Nolo's voice. “Hello, my name is Nolo Contendre.”

“I want you to read the words on this card,” says Recorder Chrysalis.

“Why? Why are you doing this? What have I done to you!?” sobs Nolo.

“Read the words or your parents will have an unfortunate accident.”

“No, please don't hurt them!”

“Then read it.”

Chrysalis grabs a blue blazer that is hanging on the back of a chair and slips it on, rolling her shoulders and neck and taking a long, deep breath.

“The pleasure of Frisbee's company is what I most enjoy,” says Nolo.

There is a flash of green fire and Chrysalis's form is replaced with a pale skinned, freckled face girl with long, braided hair that is bright red. She looks exactly like the girl who is laying on the floor behind her with a snapped neck.

“I counted on his schemes to reveal the way to escape my doom,” says Nolo.

Chrysalis smirks, and with a perfectly matching voice she says. “Hello, I'm Nolo Contendre. I'm here to represent Flim Sham. “

~~~~~~~~~~

“You're who, now?” asks the pudgy guard at the front counter of the station.

Chrysalis, still in her Nolo Contendre disguise, huffs impatiently, slamming her hands on the polished counter top and glaring daggers into the incompetent nincompoop's eyes.

“Nolo Contendre. I'm Flim Sham's lawyer,” says Chrysalis.

She can see her eye twitching from the reflection of the guard's glasses, and the stench of rotten onions boiled in vinegar is not helping her mood any. How a member of the Canterlot Guard can come to work smelling like that is beyond her, but at least her temper is enough to make the said guard retreat into his chair.

“I'm sorry, you're kind of hard to understand. You sound weird,” says the guard.

Chrysalis slams her hands on the counter. “Your face sounds weird!”

The guard blinks blankly. “What?”

Chrysalis pulls away from the counter, clearing her throat and adjusting her collar. “Never mind. Just Bring me to my client.”

=====OOO=====

An elevator dings and its door part open smoothly to reveal Sombra standing firm with his hands clamped in front of him and his eyes locked straight ahead at the polished tiles of the clean hallway. The light bulbs reflect off the floor and none of the doctors and nurses milling about seem to notice or care about him. Though, who can blame them when he is dressed as a Canterlot Guard?

He has on his sunglasses, blue slacks with the purple stripe running down the length of his legs, a solid blue long sleeve shirt and an armored vest over it with a radio on his shoulder. His belt also has the standard pistol, flashlight, cuffs, baton, and stun-gun, as well. His suit fits him perfectly and a smile smile tugs on his lips as a cloud of pride floats around inside him.

When he exits the elevator, his polished black shoes clap against the tile and he smiles and nods politely to a pair of passing nurses who greet him with warm smiles and voices. Though, once they are out of sight, his smile fades and his eyes lock on to a pair of guards at the far end of the hall.

He breathes deeply through his nose forces himself to keep steady, but his fingers still twitch, thus forcing him to ball them into fists. However, the two guards already spotted this and are staring at him cautiously. Sombra pushes for his smile's return and keeps walking.

=====OOO=====

With the fat guard escorting her, Chrysalis enters a good sized room with bright lights and a camera in each of the four corners. Sitting at the only table in the room, wearing an orange jumpsuit with his hands cuffed to the said table is Flim Sham. He is not as good looking as he used to be, for his hair is now grimy and tangled in knots, his eyes are baggy and worn, and a large bruise on his face has yet to fully heal.

Once Flim looks at her, Chrysalis smiles, politely dismisses the guard, and eases herself in the chair across from the prisoner, placing her suitcase on the table.

“Hello, Flim,” says Chrysalis. “How are you feeling?”

Flim's lips pucker and he bobs his head side to side, raising his brows. “Well, considering that my brother and I aren't dead, all right. But you sound different, Nolo. Are you sick?”

Chrysalis forces a cough into her fist. “Yes, I caught a bug, but it won't be around much longer.”

=====OOO=====

Sombra's eyes focus on the two guards, who have now pulled away from the door and have taken a couple of steps closer towards him.

“Hey, buddy, can we help you?” asks one of the guards.

Sombra nods, and when he is close enough his fist becomes a blur as he punches the nearest guard in the nose. The guard stumbles back, clutching his nose as blood flows through his fingers, and the second guard swears and reaches for his baton, but Sombra jabs him in the neck with his stun-gun before he can use it. The guard convulses and crumbles to the floor, spazzing and jerking, and the other guard yanks out his pistol and aims it at Sombra.

In quick, fluid moves, Sombra pushes pistol down and presses his stun-gun into the guard's throat. Just like the one before him, his body jerks and he crumbles to the ground, but his finger does squeeze the trigger and a round blows apart the tile right next to Sombra's foot. This gives his heart a jumpstart, but after a quick peek, all he sees is a hole in the floor and hears screaming and running from the nearby nurses and doctors. He does not pay much mind to that, though, for he has a job to finish.

Sombra pushes open the door and sees Flam sitting on his cot, cuffed, hooked to machinery and covered in bandages and healing bruises. His tired eyes are wide and in his hand is a measly plastic fork, and when Sombra grins and his hand becomes covered in an shimmering black crystal that turns his fingers into jagged claws, the wounded criminal stiffens and holds the fork out in front of him like a knife.

“You don't want to do this, lad. I got friends in a lot of places,” says Flam shakily.

Sombra taps his claw thoughtfully against his lips a couple of times, and then shakes his head and lunges forward.

=====OOO=====

“Not much longer, huh?” says Flim.

Chrysalis nods and pulls out a pen and folder. “That's right. I got some cold medicine. But I also got some paperwork here that will affirm your immunity in exchange for your full cooperation.”

Flim stares at Chrysalis skeptically, but when she holds the pen out to him, smiling nonetheless, he sighs and reluctantly grabs the item from her. He then turns the paperwork towards him and starts reading through it. Once he finishes reading he signs the paper with fluid strokes and slides it back to Chrysalis.

“And what will happen to our partners?” asks Flim.

He looks at his hand and scrunches his brow when he sees an ink blotch staining his palm.

“Don't worry, they'll be getting the same treatment,” says Chrysalis as she puts the paperwork away and uses a tissue to grab her leaking pen. After everything is in the briefcase, she snaps it shut and stands up, looking down at Flim as his eyes droop and his body sways. She then knocks on the door and glances at him from over her shoulder. “By the way, Abbadon gives you his best wishes.”

Flim's eyes expand and when the door opens, Chrysalis blows a kiss, slips out the door and gives the leaking pen to the fat guard, being careful not to let the ink touch her.

“Be a dear and toss this in the trash for me,” says Chrysalis.

The fat guard looks at Chrysalis for a few seconds before staring at the pen, and when she casually makes her way to a nearby stairwell, she hears the unmistakable thud of a falling body. It brings a smile to her face.

=====OOO=====

The blaring of the alarm coupled with the shrieking of the nurse behind Sombra brings a painful scowl to his face. He whirls around, growling and holding the heart of Flam Sham, and sees a nurse staring at him. Her pale face is bathed in fast swipes of red light, her legs buckle, tears soak her face and her mouth hangs open as she tries to swallow air.

Sombra carelessly throws the heart on Flam's ripped open body and marches towards her, using his clean pinkie finger to dig out the pain in his ear. As he approaches, the nurse shakes her head, whimpering and backing up into a wall, and when he grabs her collar she shrieks again, bring another cringe to him, and she begs through her sobs for him not to hurt her. As tempted as Sombra is to cut out her tongue for her ruckus, he merely puts his bloody claw to his lips and quietly shushes her.

Then he slams her head into the wall and throws her unconscious next to the fallen guards and strolls towards the nearest stairwell, satisfied with another job well done.