Author's Note

This story needs some kind of an introduction.
At least, for the FiM community; it seems to be in order.
I hope you enjoy a little bit of squabbles, between the Dazzlings.

Into the Storm: 1 Part 1

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It is late, and the shadows are starting to be longer. It had been a frisky breeze, playing in their hair for a good long while, and a light rain teasing them with somewhat uncomfortable chills.

“The sun is setting, this is definitely not good!” Adagio Dazzle points out.

“Why don’t you just pull out a tent, and we could have a camp right here?” Aria Blaze sneers.

“Because we do not have a tent!” Adagio returns.

Just as she had finished the retort, the rain is starting to pick up, and the breeze is chilling.

“This is just wonder-full!” Sonata dusk points out, in her more ironical voice.

“Is it, I am getting cold!” Aria responds, glaring at her companion.

“You are always cold, you are simply too dumb to put on decent clothes and be warm and comfortable!” Adagio taunts.

“Am not!” Aria retorts, in obvious agitation.

“Is to!” Sonata fills in.

“I am sick and tired, of this treatment; as if I was the one who always makes the bad decisions, and gets us into trouble!” Aria ponders, as she is making a sour face, intentionally looking away from her two companions.

Of course the trio had never been able to pull it together and play evenly. Not outside of the act of feeding on the negative emotions of others. Without the common goal; they tend to fall prey to the petty, pointless squabbles almost tearing the group apart. When challenged, these forces only make it even harder, for the trio to hold on and keep it together.

“Since I am such a worthless loser, to you; maybe I should just make it alone, without you!” she points out; “Then, we can see who is the weekling among us?” she pushes forth.

“Sure, why not?” Adagio laughs; “Let’s see how long you can make it; before you come back, whining?” she offers.

“Just do not come after me, as if you actually need me!” Aria sneers back.

“Why, in Tartarus would we ever do that?” Sonata quips back.

“Why would I care? Because you will need me, later!” Aria returns, scanning the roadside for somewhere to slink off to.

“We never did need you, Aria Blaze!” Adagio retorts.

This, is when the thunder strikes; with a luminous flash and a roaring crack, a moment later. The air is continuously growing colder; as the wind keeps picking up and the rain is intensifying.

“Maybe that house, is my shelter?” Aria ponders, as she sees a house by the side of the road.

Aria tentatively slips away, into the night; before she is continuing on her way, towards the promising shelter of the house she had just spotted.

“I really hope; they do not find me, or follow me now!” Aria ponders, as she continues quietly towards her new goal.

“Where did that little runt sneak off to?” Adagio exclaims, as she finally realizes that the third girl of her trio is no longer in sight.

“I don’t know!” Sonata retorts; “As if we ever needed her?” she continues.

“In this weather, how long do you think she could possibly make it?” Adagio points out.

“How do I know? What do I care, for that matter?” Sonata retorts.

“You still do need her; if for nothing more, than to paint your frustration upon!” Adagio points out, in glee.

“You would need her, just as much!” Sonata responds.

“How typically them?”Aria considers, as she continues to sneak off towards the building.

“With my pendant destroyed, I can’t even feed properly!” Aria ponders, as she is drawing close to the building before her.

“Maybe I could finally get away, from these to; so that I can do something right, for once!” she mumbles, quietly to herself.

Aria had managed to reach the porch, just as the rain starts to pour down like nails. She stops for a moment, trying to shake the cold water off of her; before she is turning her attention towards the door before her, only to find it unlocked.

“Is this building abandoned?” Aria considered, for a moment before she is stepping into the dark cloak-room.

She quickly closes the door behind herself, quietly; as to not direct any attention towards her lonely and exposed self.

“Basement, or attic?” she ponders; as she tries to make up her mind, about where she would be hiding herself best from everything.

“The basement does not have any windows, through which I could escape; considering the pouring rain, if the basement is flooded!” Aria considers.

“It is easier for them to find me, and I could be seen through the windows of the attic; if anyone is watching this building!” Aria considers.

“At least, I could escape through a window; if there is one, and I do need to escape!” Aria ponders, finally making up her mind.

“Just because the front-door was not locked; does not mean, I can’t lock it, for my own protection now?” Aria considers, as she gets to securing the door against anyone passing by.

“Click!” is heard, from the lock-mechanism, as it spins into play.

The door is locked; stopping anyone, who does not have a key. Some measure of safety, at least. Though if the front-door was not locked; how many other unlocked doors and windows, may there be on this building. Abandoned as it may be.

“Too late, to be searching for that little runt; considering the weather, we need to find a shelter and fast!” Adagio point out, as the rain is washing her over.

“Yeah, she will have to fend for herself; I am feeling like a drenched kitten, right now!” Sonata admits.

“So, where can we hide; in order to wait out this pissy weather, we just found ourselves in?” Adagio inquires, as she is scanning the roadside for anything akin to a shelter.

“We have not passed anything, qualifying as a shelter for miles; we could as well keep going forwards, in the hopes we come across something soon!” Sonata puts forward.

“Yeah; if we go forwards as we search, it is more likely we find something we can hide under!” Adagio concedes.

“Wait, wait!” Sonata suddenly exclaims; “There is a house; maybe we could hide in there, and wait out the worst of this front?” she suggests.

“Yeah, it is the first building we could find!” Adagio agrees.

With the weather-front on top of the situation; the hostilities are slowly washing away, permitting the two remaining girls easier communication and cooperation for the time being.

Distracted, by the initial squabble, they had given Aria a good head-start of several minutes; now they are searching for the same house, finding the front-door locked as they arrive. For a moment, they stand quiet, just enjoying the temporary reprieve from the rain.

Since it is still blowing up a fairly brisk wind; they soon choose to try to find something more. As the door is locked; maybe they could find an unlocked door or window on the back. Even if it is nothing more than a children’s play-house or an entrance to a separate basement. Even a garage would be a decisive victory; considering the current weather, and where it seems to be heading right now.

Naturally, as luck had it; the wind and rain is not letting them have anything, as it is growing even more chilly than it had been before.

As luck had it, the rain keeps pouring down; but the wind is not such a big issue, behind the building. There is no outhouse of any kind; not even a shed or a children’s play-house.

Each window; barred and locked, impossible to open, short of breaking the glass prior to entry. If there is an alarm, this would go off, and alert the local authorities. The cops would be swarming the place in minutes. Maybe that would not have been so bad; considering the chance of the cover in the vehicle and then the cell over the night.

While the back of the yard is fairly open, there is a terrace with a hedge around and a glazed room. It is almost; as if someone had been begging for the entry, or intentionally left it open as a trap.

“The door is open!” Adagio is whispering, as she tries to open the door, quietly.

“At least, we will be safe from the rain in there!” Sonata responds in kind.

Adagio enters the room, and sonata follows her in a mere step behind; carefully closing the door quietly behind herself.

“That was almost too easy, even if this building may be abandoned!” Adagio points out.

“Yes!” Sonata agrees; “Though beggars can’t be choosers!” Sonata then adds.

“We could hang tight, in here for a while; if nothing happens, we could enter the building proper, and see what we have to play around with!” Adagio suggests.

“If the wind is not letting up; I am considering, trying to enter the room behind that door!” Sonata whispers, pointing at the indicated door.

“While we are safe from the rain, for now; I guess we may be forced, into entering the house!” Adagio agrees.

There is a flash, from another lightning; before the roaring thunder hits. The sounds of the thunder roars for a good several minutes, before it is finally quieting down.

Adagio approaches the door, trying the handle; only to find the door opening up, effortlessly. It had been unlocked, all along. No alarm is heard, and no sign of an alarm going of anywhere.

“This room looks classy, maybe a little bit too much for my taste!” Adagio points out, as she had entered the large room.

Old oaken packette, is covering the floor. The walls had been laid with pink cherry-wood panel, as a picket fence about four foot tall.

There is a delicate wooden table on the right, with a matching set of six chairs. All made out of darkened oaken wood, oiled in and lacquered with care.

In the left corner, a large leather-sofa can be seen. Smooth, semi-glossy leather; almost untouched by all the years the solid, heavy sofa had been left abandoned.

“This is a bit too fancy, for my comfort; in the situation, we are currently in!” Adagio points out.

“Assuming we have not tripped the alarm, if there is indeed an alarm in this abandoned building; maybe we should find a less exposed place, where we can hang out, and bide our time?” Sonata suggests.

“I don’t hear any alarm, and I can’t see a sign of one being installed her from where we are now!” Adagio responds; “Though I would imagine; this is the last place, an alarm would be visible if one had indeed been installed!” she continues.

“What is up; with all these painted portraits, hanging on the walls?” Adagio ponders.

Aria had already walked up the stairs to the second floor. She had not taken the time to look at anything, before she continues to climb the next flight of stairs.

At the top of the stairs, aria finally takes the time to look around. The floor is laid with fairly dark oaken wood tiles. The walls are still laid with pink cherry-wood, like a four foot tall picket fence. Strangely enough; the ceiling had not been painted white up here, but coated with a mate black silicone. The light-fixture is a serious of LED lights, in the form of a night-sky.

The flight of stairs had ended, with the hall continuing to the right and left; a room on each side, both to the right and left. A total of four individual bed-rooms. There is a shower, at the end of the hall, on the right side. The room on the other side of the hall would be the girl’s room.

“For what appears to be an abandoned house; this does look as if it had been occupied just a few days ago, and they only left on a vacation trip!” Aria ponders.

On her own, Aria enjoys a moment to herself; as she is exploring what she has, to herself. There is indeed a freshly made bed in each room, with freshly washed bed-linen. None of the beds, had been slept in; since whoever owns the place, left.

Every room, neat and clean; safe for the dust, built up since the room had been abandoned. Soap and shampoo stacked and ready for use, as if it had been expected that someone would be using the facilities.

“A bit odd style; but I guess, I can manage!” Aria mumbles, quietly to herself.

“For now, maybe we should lie low; we could hide out in the basement, while the weather is blowing over, and give us some time to see what is coming down?” Sonata suggests.

“For now, nice and quiet should be just right; then we can start over, by tomorrow?” Adagio adds.

The door to the hall is unlocked; just as the two previously encountered door, the two girls had tried their hands at. The hall is empty, short of the decorations in the same style as previously encountered.

Behind the light oaken door, the flight of stairs is leading down to the basement. Adagio and sonata walks down, in the hopes of a secure hide-out for the night.

Sonata is closing the door behind herself, as she follows her friend a step behind. Leaving the interior as untouched, as possible; leaving little to no trace of their presence, to whomever comes next.

The first door leads to the food storage. There is another door to the girls’ room and the shower. Next is the boiler room. There is also a utility-room. Why not? It is expected, from a building of this style and class.

The last two doors, to the right and left is hiding a pair of guestrooms. One fair sized bed in each. The wardrobe on the foot end of the room, and a night-stand by the side of the pillow.

“Silken bed-linen?” Sonata prompts, as she is looking into one of the guest-rooms.

“Why did you have to say that, Sonata?” Adagio inquires; “Now you made me feel dirty; I have to take a shower, before I can sleep in the bed if it has silken night-linen!” she points out.

“Not my fault; they had to make the bed, with what appears to be silken bed-linen?” Sonata points out.

“No, but you did not have to say it!” Adagio explains.

“It is too late, to take back what I just said; you have heard what I said, and that is the end of it!” Sonata points out.

“Yes, and now I am going to take a shower; I expect you, to take one too!” Adagio points out.

“Since we have a shower, down here; maybe we could as well enjoy it, while we are here?” Sonata responds, as she is following her friend to the shower.

“Well, it was ages since I had a decent shower; maybe it is for the better, you made me take it now!” Adagio concedes.

“Life is not the same; since we lost to the Rainbooms; and they just had to crush us, beyond any hope of recovery!” Sonata points out.

“Yes!” Adagio agrees; “What is a group of devoiced Sirens?” she continues.

“A joke!” Sonata suggests; “And a bad one, at that!” she concludes.

“Now you are making me miserable!” Adagio complains.

“Maybe a hot shower, will cheer you up!” Sonata offers; “I am sure I could use some cheering up, right now!” she continues.

Adagio opens the door, to the room she had expected to be the shower. The shower is indeed there. The floor and walls had been laid with silicon-white ceramic tiles, looking as if they had been brand new.

“High-quality, pricey tiles; or have they been maintaining the place that vigorously?” Sonata points out.

“Probably both, going by what we have seen this far!” Adagio responds.

All of a sudden, there is a noise from up-stairs. As if someone had been walking over the floor directly above the shower.

“Someone!” Adagio exclaims.

“Is in the house!” Sonata fills in.

“Unless it is Aria, we could be in serious trouble!” Adagio points out.

“Or, in danger?” Sonata adds.

The sound stops, for but a moment; then the person turns on the heel and walks towards the stairs. She opens the door, and walks down to the basement. She only stops, by the door to the shower.

Everything is dead silent, in waiting for what is about to happen.

Adagio, and Sonata are holding their breath; in futile hope, the person will just continue and walk by. Without watching, the two girls know it is not Aria behind the still closed door.

In breathless anticipation, the girls await what is about to happen.