Yea kinda short compared to my other chapters. Sorry 'bout that.
Octavia trudged back to her hotel room and slammed the door. She didn't want to kill an innocent pony. But she needed to, her will to succeed was the most important thing for now. Octavia opened her cello case and took out the huge instrument. She laid it aside and lifted the red cushioning up to reveal an assortment of deadly toys.
Octavia picked the most discreet one there was. It looked like a bracelet, but with a single tap of the hoof, a blade would sprout out almost instantly. Octavia put on the deadly tool and headed out to the city. She needed someplace quiet, someplace that would offer some privacy.
And to do that, she would have to disobey everything she knew about class. She had put on some fishnet stockings along side the blade to give her a more, erm...... slutty look.
Octavia waited by a dark shady alley. It didn't take long for her to find customers. A white stallion with spiky blue hair. She felt like she have should know this pony.
"Hey there. *hic* how much?"
"50 bits should do."
The stallion handed him the 50 bits and led her to his home. He was staying in a hotel, much more classier than Octavia's. Octavia entered the home and made her way towards the bedroom. She waited behind the door and equipped her blade. She waited for her victim, as soon as he stepped in Octavia lunged forward and stabbed the blade in his throat, he bucked and stomped, trying to get Octavia off his back.
The blade was quite deep in his throat, Octavia pulled the blade out and began stabbing on other parts, he didn't seem to stop thrashing at all. Octavia noticed his wings, she pulled them open and began mutilating them with her knife, the colt seemed to slow down for a while but quickly regained speed.
Octavia found his chest and plunged the blade deep into his heart. He stopped and fell to the floor. His eyes in a state of shock, Octavia sheathed her blade and looked around. She saw a closet that was half open. She could see what looked like a uniform, but she didn't care.
Octavia unsheathed her blade once more and stabbed it into his chest, then she pulled downwards, causing his whole torso to be opened up. Octavia went to work and rummaged through the intestines. She cut out all the tendons there were to cut out. By the time she was done, she was covered in blood. She went in to the bathroom and showered.
She finished up and put the tendons and guts into a plastic bag she had brought along. She stuffed them in and leaped out the window, making a beeline for her own hotel. She opened the door and steeped in her luxurious room. the bag was plopped on the table as Octavia stared out the window and wondered what in the world had she done.
Octavia stared at the bag of intestines, there was enough to last her her whole career. But was it worth it? Her training had come in handy, she had nerves of steel so she didn't have to worry about guilt or any other emotion.
She had to go back for the try-outs next week. Plenty of time. She thought back to the dashing stallion she had met earlier that day. what was his name again? Doctor Hooves?
Octavia stared out into the night sky. She remembered the Doctor's words quite clearly. She felt something in her, a kind of emotion she had never felt before. She looked out the window and let out a small smile. She just might take up his offer.
Octavia. Best cello player in Equestria, ice cold killer, had a crush on the Doctor.