//------------------------------// // Chapter 5: Grand Finale // Story: Strings // by Slingshot619 //------------------------------// Bezier was unsure about the decision. The contest sponsors could've just postponed the contest, but calling it off? That was too much. Bezier unlocked the door and walked into his mansion of a home. He flicked the switch but no source of light came on. He raised an eyebrow and tried again and again. Alas it was useless. "Mustang! I'm afraid the powers out!" Bezier waited but no response came. He sighed and trudged into the darkness, he went into the basement and tried to find the power box. He navigated through the maze of wires and cables. It was cold and dark. Bezier heard the sound of hooves on wood as he navigated his way through the basement. He stepped into something wet. He looked down to find out that he had stepped into a puddle of dark red liquid. Upon closer inspection he found out it was blood. He followed the dark red liquid to it's owner, it went verticle up a wall. Bezier looked up and found his trusty servant Mustang, impaled to the wall, dead with a look of shock on his face. Her stared in horror before feeling the impact of metal on his skull. The world seemed to spin around as he tried to gain his footing. He regained his bearings and stood firm. He opened a nearby trunk to reveal a broadsword. Bezier looked around for his attacker, the bow of cello struck out, Bezier dodge in time, he watched as the bow missed his face by less than an inch. He swung his broadsword and watched as the shadow of a pony crept back into the darkness. Bezier waited for another sudden strike. Bezier's ears twitched and he dropped to the floor as a flash of gray struck, Bezier arose again and engaged his attacker in combat, her blocked the punches, strikes, everything his attacker threw at him. He threw some decent offense himself. He blocked another round house kick and watched the mysterious mare creep back into the darkness. He was anticipating another attack, he waited for what seemed like forever, and all of a sudden he felt a hoof connect with the back of his head. He watched as his vision turned into a shade of jet black. Bezier woke up again, tied to a wooden chair, he looked around and realized that he was in the stadium, the place where the competition was supposed to be held. Alongside him was the two other judges, struggling to escape. Bezier however, stayed still and waited for what happened next. Octavia appeared on stage. Her trusty cello along side her. She played the same little ditty that she played at her first attempt. It was beautiful, and luckily this time the strings, or more accurately, tendons didn't snap. The beautiful sounds of her cello echoed throughout the almost empty arena. Bezier simply sat back, relaxed, and enjoyed the music (Like a sir) while the other two colts were trying to bite and break the ropes that held them ever so tightly. Octavia finished the song and awaited the scores. The other two judges stopped struggling and stared at the by now, insane, Octavia. The first judge was the first to speak. "LET ME OUT OF HERE YOU BLOODY MANIAC!" Octavia stared at him with those almost emotionless eyes. She walked over, knife in hand. "You haven't been a very good judge lately. I think for that, you need to be punished." Octavia started by kicking him in the forehead, she kicked and kicked. The second judge looked on in horror while Bezier still sat there as if nothing was wrong. Octavia finished her brutal onslaught of pain. She saw that his eyes were almost destroyed. His horn was dangling there, his head was covered with bruises and cuts. Octavia held the small blade high and brought it down with unrelenting force. Blood splattered as the knife was stuck into the flesh of the colt. His eyes went wide as Octavia pried the knife out and stabbed again and again and again. Blood splashed all over Octavia's beautiful gray sleek body as she continued stabbing. When Octavia was done, the colt was covered in holes from top to bottom with blood gushing out. Octavia took the blade and cut of the colt's snout, as a trophy. Octavia turned her attention to judge no. 2. She raised the red blade and struck down again. This time striking at the neck. She pulled down and a loud and very audible *Riiiiiiiiippp!" was heard. Octavia stared at the opening, she plunged her hooves in and pulled the intestines out. She threw them over her shoulder like confetti as blood sprayed everywhere. Octavia ripped the last of the intestines out and stared at the two lifeless shells. One was stabbed to death, the other had his intestines ripped out. Now all that was left was...... Octavia turned around and saw Bezier calm and collected. He looked at Octavia as if this was all normal. "Well, hurry up. We don't have all day you know." Octavia raised the blade high, and struck down. Bezier turned the chair at the last second, causing Octavia to cut his bonds free. Bezier got up and struck Octavia right in the eyes. He felt her eye splatter and burst like a water balloon. But he didn't have time to stop and check on her. Bezier ran backstage in search of an exit. He found none. All of them had been bolted up by Octavia. Bezier looked for a way out. He looked for the keys to the locks, maybe she dropped them somewhere here. Bezier knew he was running out of time, Octavia was wounded but it wouldn't keep her down for long. He heard the sound of hooves clopping on the cold stone floor. He turned to see Octavia slowly approach him. Where her left eye was supposed to be, was a hole that gushed out blood. Bezier looked at his options. He was up against a psychotic mare who was armed with a knife. His options were quite limited. Octavia slowly made her way towards the colt. She took him down and ripped out his hair. Bezier struggled to hold in the screams that filled his lungs. Octavia strung the newly acquired strings and played one last song for her victim. The tone was peaceful and quiet. Octavia finished up and stared at Bezier once more. Her left eye socket still had nerves dangling out of it and blood still poured out. She was almost completely red by now. Bezier watched as Octavia lifted the knife and down it came. It struck him in the chest. Octavia pulled the gash open and placed her hoof on his heart. She let out an evil grin and enclosed her hoof around it. She pulled and sent the heart flying off somewhere in the backstage area. Octavia stood up and wiped the blood off her face. She stared at the dead body of Bezier. His face was emotionless. Octavia stared at the other two dead judges. She dropped onto her knees and let out an insane laugh. Knowing that she was trapped here to slowly rot to death. If you guys want to write the sequel, make some fan art, (even if it is kinda pathetic compared to other stories) go ahead. I'm not stopping you. Just make sure to give me a link when you're done.