Dazzling A Broken Heart

Failure...
It is the greatest lesson and the greatest tool to learn to change one's fate and to change one's self. Though many are not aware of it until the choice to change is made. This is where one's fate, one's destiny, can change to a way of non-believe or of nonexistence. Thus, four shall learn of such and learn that walking the path not alone is the key to experience greatness. But I digress, for the time of moral and advice can come at a different point. For the story is best to give that said advice and moral, not of simple narration from an author. So, without further do, I give you the story... Dazzling A Broken Heart.

{...}

It has been several weeks...
To think that after they had lost their powers, their gems, to the power of friendship displayed by the Rainbooms that they would still be able to do something about the situation they were in. But alas, they had nothing. With their power, they have used it to get what they want, when they want. But also taken for granted of that same said power provided them food, water, money, clothes, and a warm place to sleep and rest.

No more.
For weeks they hungered. Spent the rest of the money they had for a few days in a shelter, food, and clean water. Now, weeks of hunger. They, who were rulers of influential song and wicked pride, in a week have resorted to begging in the streets, drinking unclean water and rain water. Sleeping in boxes, dumpsters, and under store fronts to stay out of the rainy days and nights. They who eat what they can from fresh garbage, only to still remain hungry. News of their deeds did not spread out from Cantorlot High thankfully. But they have not made any money, nor had a roof over their heads. So now, several weeks later, they are here at this point.

At the edge of an alley to the dumpsters, here they lay. Adagio Dazzle, sick with a powerful fever from the malnutrition and recently drench from the previous rain storm. Aria Blaze, the most malnourished of the three, has lost most of her mass and is starving. Sanata Dusk, who is loosing a mental struggle to keep on going, holding a rusty razor blade in her hand. Each of them at an end. Each of them preparing to face death.

{...}

Cody was what one would call strange if you met him. There seemed something off about him that none could quite place. He didn't care, he just went on his business and that was that. Things were normal until a few months ago with that rainbow in the sky thingy. His eyes couldn't stop looking in curiosity and attractiveness but his body shivered and wanted to back away from it on instinct. Whatever it was all that time ago, it wasn't good. Ever since then, he had this feeling of drawn to him. Like something was telling him to go somewhere, but it was never pointing out to anywhere. But tonight, that was different.

After a long day of work, cleaning three buildings in twelve hours, he was exhausted. He just wanted to go home and relax for the night. He had gotten on his motorcycle to head home. He worked in the big city today, so the trip was going to be long since he lived in the suburbs. Its not like the little town he used to live in, they were always social. Here, it was very quite and peaceful. At least on his block.

Riding home, the feeling in him did not stop. Usually, it would pop up here or there everyday, but this was different. The feeling kept going on and on, telling him to search. Search for what? He didn't know. As he was getting near the outskirts of the big city, he hit a road block. Apparently a hole had caved in the middle of an intersection and had blocked off traffic. He then noticed cars turning around and back the other way.

'So that's why there were a lot of cars going back that way.'

Cody thought to himself. He then thought further into a different way home. Usually, he went from wherever work took him as a destination on a way home. But tonight was fated differently. There was two other roots he knew he could take. One on each side of him. Going right seemed like the logical option, when it came to direction to pick, he always went right. But before he could turn the bike right, that feeling stroke him hard.

"Left."

A soft, almost whispered voice fell on his left ear. Cody looked left, wondering what to do. For the first time in the past few months, he finally had a direction to search in. But this feeling was not that pleasant. It was an uncomfortable feeling that one gets from the top of their pelvis to the pit of their stomach. He pondered for a moment. Was this worth his time? He didn't have an answer, not that he expected one. Unknowing what he was fully doing, he lit his turn signal and made a left. Where he is going, he knows it will be nothing but trouble. Continuing the root home, he went down a smaller street to avoid traffic. That was when his bike decided to pop and sputter, before powering off and stopping.

"Shingles."

He said under his breath. As he was about to try and start the bike, he got the feeling again. Only this time it was not the only feeling. Oh no. This feeling he recognized all too well. The ice cold chills and numbness, the slight bang of his heart hitting his rib cage, the tense stone rock hardened bodily muscle cramps, and the sway of his head and his vision blurring for a moment. Yes, this feeling is unmistakable. Someone is at Death's door... someone is dying. Getting off his bike, he felt his knee give out three times before standing up straight again.

'There are three who are dying.'

He thought to himself, his body and instincts kicking in. He continued to heed those instincts by walking forward and looking down the first alleyway to his right, nothing there. Then his left hand twitched.

'No. To the left.'

His instincts guiding him to his mysterious wonder of a prize. Going further down to the next alleyway, this time the left, he found a sight that would bring tears and dread to those who witnessed the state of the bodies that lay upon the ground. Each of them were thin beyond reasonable, their clothes tattered and dirtied to the point of rags, and the smell that came from the alleyway alone would make one instantly vomit. Cody would not say he was shocked, but he was disturbed by what he sees. Entering the small trash filled alleyway, he went to check the bodies. The first one had light hair and paler skin then the others, this one was still breathing and alive. Cody's head began to pound and his wrists hurt.

'Suicide.'

His instincts told him. Going to the one on the right, the second one seemed to have pigtails.

'A girl?'

He thought. He checked the body, still breathing. But she was bone skinny, even more than the others. For a second, his stomach began to burn and his throat got a little dry and sore.

'Starvation.'

He heard his instincts tell him. Then he goes to the body above the other two. The hair seemed brightly colored in a reddish tinge, but he wasn't sure. He checked the body, and for a second he thought that it was too late, until he felt warmth from the body. Putting his hand on the head, he felt a burning heat come off of it instantly.

'They're sick.'

He thought, before he was hit by a wave of wooziness and nausea for a few moments.

'Sickness'

His instincts tell him on how this one will die. Getting up he grabbed his phone from his pocket. He then got that earlier feeling during the ride over here. Telling him something is off.

'No. No hospital. Whoever they are, they will not be save there.'

His thoughts continued,

'Then where do they go?! I can't leave them here to get help. They're dying.'

There was only one option.

'I have to take them home with me and see what I can do.'

Nodding his head once to confirm his thoughts, Cody leaned down and picked them up one by one over to his bike. Unsurprisingly, each of them were light. None of them awoke, they seemed to be very unstable and on the brink. Lifting his seat, Cody took out some bungee cord and some small woven fabric rope. If he was going to get them to his house, they needed to be secured and safe. After a few quick minutes of problem solving, he had them secured.

Secured in front of him was the one with pigtails. She, supposedly, was facing him with arms around his neck and legs tied to the main body of the bike, while the head rested upon his chest. The light hair one was behind him, having arms tied around his waist and legs to the lower part of the bike, while the head rested on his back. The sick one had legs splayed and tied around the three of them. The arms tied to the exhaust pipes and head resting on the edge of the bike. Plus, extra rope across the body to make sure they didn't slip or moved when he turned. Not that he would turn fast or travel speeds above 25 mph. But a precaution neither the less. With all of them secured, he started up the bike and began the slow trip home.

{...}

After several minutes, they had arrived, and without wasting anymore time, he untied them and brought them inside his house. He took them into the bedroom and laid each of them on the bed diagonally. With a big bed and them being smaller then him, it aloud them to fit. After that, he put his bike away and came back in the house and locked the front door for the night. Taking a deep breath, he went to the kitchen to see what he had for food. Opening the fridge... nothing. Absolutely Jack.

'Shoot! Out of all times to go grocery shopping this week, I picked Friday!'

That was three days from now. Huffing, he closed the fridge and opened the freezer. The only thing left was pizza.

'Better than getting butter.'

He thought, as butter was the only food he had left besides the frozen pizza. Taken it out, he immediately put it in the oven to cook. He prepared glasses of water and got three towels from his clothing storage for the bathroom. After preparation, he returned to the bedroom to see what to do now. As he stood over the three, his feeling of illness died down. Thinking it over about it in his head, he wondered what the situation was. Then his index finger on his right hand twitched once.

'One more day...'

His instincts told him,

'...One more day before they encounter death.'

Realizing he had at least another 24 hours before it would be too late to help them, he took an extra bed cover and covered up the three on the bed. Afterwards, he pulled up a rocking chair, more like his reading chair, and sat down with a relaxed sigh. He decided he was going to wait until they woke up before he started aiding them physically. As he leaned forward to look at the three. One by one, and then all at once. He thought to himself,

'What have I gotten myself into?'