Terminating Chaos

(Author's Note: If you want some character introductions, backstory and some charater developments, please read the prologue before this chapter. Thank you.)

Marcelo and Juan were admiring the view of this new and amazing city, right beneath the Big Ben, while Duncan was getting ready to do his jump, he signed autographs for some of his fans, who just happen to be at the right place, at the right time. Hillary was looking at the London Eye from the opposite side of the river, while Linda was waiting in line to the giant spinning wheel. Vinyl and Aaron were on the bridge separating both sides of the Thames.

Aaron was thinking of how the brony community had ceased to exist, how he was the one of the few couple hundred that still liked and watched the show on YouTube or the occasional times it passed on the Hub. He thought of how the show had influenced his life so much and how it changed Aaron into a more caring, loving and understandable person. But he doubts that anyone really knows any of that.

Vinyl was thinking of how she hated herself so much. This hate wasn’t because she did something, it's because other people hate her, so she starts hating herself even more. She doesn't like to think she's that emo kid that no one cares about, but that image of her has been pushed down her throat so many times before, it ended up making her believe it.

For some people, London would be the best trip in the world, going to one of the greatest cities in human history. But for Linda it was all the same, she had already been in this city over 100 times. She usually bought clothes during the day and at night, she'd wear a hood and roam around the streets for open game stores. But she needs to hide that side of her from the world, because none of her friends would understand.

Duncan was…he was being Duncan. Signing autographs, like he does every time he leaves his mansion. This is so pathetic! That is what he thought inside, outside he was just toughness and courage itself. Duncan didn't like the fame, he hated it, being in the spotlight always made him uncomfortable. But you may be asking Then why does he do these things that bring fame? The answer to that is simple, he's just confronting an old enemy.

Hillary was looking over at the London Eye with thoughts on her head, about life, family, relationships, sex. Yes, sex. She thinks occasionally of how it would be to be with the perfect guy, someone caring and kind and nice, etc… But she didn't even know that guys saw her that way too. All they could see was a nerdy girl with nerdy glasses and nerdy shoes, and … a very nice heart.

Marcelo was probably the only one that wasn’t sad or was conflicted about something. He learned by living in the favelas, that you have to live in the present, not in the shadow of the past or trying to catch up with the future. Always in the present, because that's what really matters. His scar started to hurt, a lot. It burned from inside out.

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A very large boom was heard by our characters, so did all of London. A huge fiery ball came from the center of the clock tower, and it slowly rose up, making the shape of a skull. There were debris falling and people on the floor wounded or dead. Marcelo got knocked out by the explosion. Hillary wasn’t able to move, she saw a huge piece of the parliament go up in the sky and go in her direction, but she wasn’t able to move. Suddenly, someone leaped at her and got her by the waist, away from the danger. Then everything went dark.

Linda and the others in the line to the Eye just heard the explosion and saw the cloud. She shoved people away and ran to the direction of the Big Ben. With her athletic skills and agility, she was able to get to the crumbling tower in a matter of seconds. She shoved someone out of the way, but lost her balance and fell to the ground. "Sorry." She said while standing up.

"It's okay." Linda saw who she bumped into. He was a tall figure, with blond hair and bright yellow eyes. "Just watch it next time." When she heard him speak, a cold breeze ran through her spine.

Linda got scared of the man, for no particular reason. She just got scared, very scared actually. She wasn’t even able to move. He just looked so cold and frightening. The man was calm, there was no expression in his eyes. Then, a very large sound came from behind her. A cloud of dust soon covered everything, blocking her view. She was happy that she didn’t have to look at the man for any longer. When the cloud passed, he was gone.

Aaron and Vinyl were standing side by side looking at the tower, they saw it slowly go to the ground and make a huge blast, as well as a thick cloud of dust. The cloud started to get closer and closer. Vinyl turned around and covered her face, Aaron saw the girl and shielded her with an embrace. The cloud passed after a couple of seconds, and Aaron was still hugging the girl. They separated and looked at each other, none of them said a word. Wow. They thought in unison. They kept staring for a couple more minutes and Vinyl broke the silence.

"Thanks." She said holding one of her arms and rocking from side to side.

"Oh. No problem. Hey, umm… what's your name?" He said trying to avoid looking straight at the girl, he could feel his face blushing.

"Vinyl." She said trying to do the same thing.

Aaron couldn’t get the words out of his mouth. He couldn’t think straight. "Wow. That’s a really nice name. My name's Aaron. Aaron Braddock." He said looking at her hair, which was black with some blue strips. Then he realized, she is the human version of Vinyl Scratch, his second favorite pony! He quickly blew away that thought. No Aaron! This is real life, no ponies today… or ever! He cussed at himself.

"Thank you. No one has ever said that to me before." Vinyl said blushing a little.

"Really? It seem very nice to me."

"Thank you."

"No problem." Aaron said awkwardly. There was an awkward silence between them.

"I should go." She said hiding he face on her hair.

"Wait!" Aaron said extending his arms. "Can I get your cell phone number?"

"S-Sure." Vinyl hesitated for a second. Then reached in her pocket and gave him the number. Who knew keeping my cell phone number written down would be useful. Vinyl thought to herself. Then she walked away. There was this strange feeling in Vinyl's chest, she never felt this before.

"Nice." Cantus was leaning backwards on the bridge.

"Not right now Cantus, did you see what happened?"

"I did. So did all of them." He pointed to all of the people on the bridge. "But I see that you seem very calm. Considering."

"It's just that…I…felt safe when I was with Aaron. Like how I feel safe when I'm with you."

"I think you're in love Vinyl." Cantus chuckled.

"Am not!" She shouted. Receiving looks from the people around her. Vinyl just moved forward, completely ignoring Cantus.

Aaron walked over to the other side of the bridge. He looked at the cell phone number. Well, this terrorist attack wasn’t as bad as I thought. Well… for me that is. Aaron though as he saw several people on the floor crying and whimpering. Some of them were dead, cut in half, or missing a limb or two. Sirens could be heard off in the distance. This is why I alienate myself.

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Duncan was woke with his head and right hand on something very soft and warm, then when he realized, Duncan was with his hand and head on some unconscious girl's breasts. He stood up seconds before she woke up.

"Hey…You okay?" Duncan said putting one hand on her shoulder to help her stand up.

"I don’t know. Who are you?" She said and coughed a little.

"Name is Duncan Price, I just want to help you, I'm not going to hurt you or anything, I promise." He said helping her up.

"Thank you, for saving me that is. If there is any way I can reattribute this, please, call me." She said and gave him a little card. It said: Hillary Hyde, Cell phone .... He just read it and looked at the girl, un amused.

"You know you can just kiss me and get this over with right?" He said laughing. She just blushed and took a step back. "I'm kidding."

"Oh. Okay." She giggled and that made Duncan's stomach into butterflies, he had been with countless women before, but he never felt this before. Why her? She didn’t have any beautiful qualities. Then Hillary then took off her broken glasses. Duncan discovered why, she was indeed beautiful, proving his first impression wrong, her perfect eyes, nose, hair, and that voice. He felt dizzy and started to move back and forth. This sharp pain ran though his body. "Hey… Duncan… are you alright? Oh my god, you're bleeding!" She put her hand on his head, and it quickly began to start getting wet by the blood. It ran across her arm and dripped. Her He lost his balance and fell forward, she was able to hold him. But her white shirt had several red marks.

"I'm not scared… I'm not." Duncan kept repeating that to himself. He started to hear a mocking laughter, the type of laughter that only a bully can conjure up. His dizziness grew.

Hillary needed to stop the bleeding, she took off his shirt and used it to drain some of the blood. My god… she thought to herself when she saw his body. Hhow many steroids does this guy take? Her thought was quickly silenced when she remembered what situation she was in. Duncan fell to the ground and blacked out.

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A woman running, through a narrow, dirty road. A scream. Eyes, very bright, pale, blue eyes.

Marcelo woke up from his dream with someone shaking him. His ears were ringing, when the sense of hearing came back to him, he heard a woman say:

"Are you okay? Hey! Are you okay?" She said shaking his left shoulder, he just looked at her and saw a blond girl, with light green eyes. Marcelo tried to stand up, but his legs failed him. There was pain all over. Then, Juan came into his mind.

"Juan." He said trying to waste as little energy as possible.

"Who?"

"Juan. Where is he?" Marcelo pushed the girl aside and stood up, even if his body said no. He limbed his way into the dust fog that covered the whole street. There were people running and bumping into him, many crying or hurt. The fog started to clear and what he saw will haunt him forever. The Big Ben, had been cut in half and fell on the street, half of the tower had fallen down on the street. Then, Marcelo saw something terrible. He saw corpses scattered around. He nearly threw up.

"uhh.. ajuda, por favor." He heard someone say quietly. He looked at the where the sound had come from. A man, wearing a tuxedo with half his body under the tower was raising his hand and calling for help. It was Juan.

"Juan, oh my god! JUAN!" Marcelo ran to his friend.

"Get…me..out of here, Marcelo." Juan said as his friend got both his arms and pushed his friend from the crumbled tower, with no avail. All Juan did was scream. "It's no use. " Marcelo tried pulling him again. "No…Don’t….If I must die here, then I will die here." Juan said letting a couple of tears escape his eyes.

"No, no. NO! You can't go, please, no!" Marcelo got one of his friend's hands and held it for dear life.

"Please, don’t cry Marcelo. I'll see you again sometime, maybe in heaven or a next life. Just don’t…cry." Marcelo wasn’t following the orders, he was crying his heart out. "Te vejo…depois…irmão." Juan closed his eyes and died, right there, in front of his brother. Marcelo started to cry even harder, he felt someone push him away from Juan. When he looked at who it was, he saw the same women that woke him up. Then he noticed that everything was getting darker and the sun began to get dimmer, and dimmer. Until all there was, was darkness.