//------------------------------// // WEE - Part 8 // Story: Colgate Takes Acid // by Scott Grimm //------------------------------// Chapter 8 "Well? What are you waiting for?" Quake asked from his slouched position within his leather reclining chair. The two sat in Quake's living room. His wife could be seen from where Octavia sat, across the house finishing up her chores within the kitchen. The living room was wide and welcoming. A giant fur rug laid underneath multiple pieces of furniture almost engulfing the entire floor. White drapes, laced at their ends like doilies, covered the main window from prying eyes. A bookshelf stood tall behind Quake who was a mere arms length away from Octavia, placing his beverage upon an old end table that sat beside his chair. Octavia, was pale. Quake's idea had left her fear stricken for what the rest of the night, and the days to follow had in store for her. Her hoof just hovering over his telephone. A bead of sweat running down the side of her face as she remained motionless. "I don't know." She replied as she dropped the suspended hoof to her side. "Maybe for you to talk me out of this?" She looked over at the stallion and gave him a forced smile. Her only response was a furrowed brow. "I know, I know. Get it over with." She waved her hoof at him. "It's not as easy as it sounds ya know..." Octavia raised her hoof back up from her side, picking up the phone this time. She held the phone in hoof a moment. Biting her lip she reluctantly pressed the numbers into the pad. The ringing could barely be made out throughout the room. A brief crackling noise was heard before a voice spoke on the other side of the line. "Ponyville Police Department, please state your emergency." A female voice stated. "Hi, um. I'd like to report a tip about the incident that took place tonight at the Apple Bobber night club." "Yes, what would you like to report?" "Well. I guess it's not really a tip..." Octavia said as she looked at Quake. He shook his hooves at her, urging her to continue. "I mean yes, I uh, well-" "Ma'am this line needs to be kept as open as possible, please state the information you wish to relate." "Right! Sorry!" Octavia's posture shot straight up, as if someone replaced her spine with a broom handle. "Ya see, I'm kind of, well I'm one of the mares the police are looking for right now." There was silence on the other line of the phone. "I-I'd like to turn myself in, if that's alright." The mare's voice on the other side of the line became faint, Octavia could tell she was conversing with someone else at the station. A bit of muffled noises came through the phone before a new voice echoed into Octavia's ears. "This is Police Chief Raindrops, I've just been informed you're one of the fugitives that more forces have been trying to apprehend for the evening. State your name." "My name?" Octavia had forgotten who she was for but a brief moment. "Right, sorry yes. My name is Octavia." "So you're one of the mares that caused the incident at the club this evening?" "Yes." "Are you also one of the mares that escaped from the back of a police cruiser?" With a reluctant sigh she replied with a groaned, "Yes..." Scribbling on paper could be heard across the line. "Is the rest of your party turning themselves in as well?" The chief questioned. "No, not at the moment. I mean, we were but then we had this fight words were exchanged and long story short my marefrie- err, the other mare went her separate way." "Uh huh, and this would be the white unicorn that you're referring to, yes?" "Yeah that's right. Her name is Vinyl. She's actually a regular at the Apple Bobber. She's their go to DJ on any given night." "Right, and do you know where she is? Or the blue mare per chance?" "Colgate? I mean that's her, the blue mare. No I don't know where either one of them are ma'am. That's actually partially why I'm calling you myself." There was silence on the other side of the line. "I want to strike a deal." "A deal?" The Police chief responded with extreme hesitance. "Yes." Yes Octavia replied with the best stern tone she could give. Albeit failing to accomplish the tone she set out for as she could no longer control it, cracking a bit at the end of her response. "Ms. as it currently stands, you're in no position to be making demands of a deal. Need I remind yourself of just exactly what you're confessing to? Evading arrest, police harassment, private property destruction, carrying paraphernalia, destruction of evidence, disturbing the peace. The list here is extensive, even for a couple of hours I gotta say I'm impressed, albeit pissed at the fact that you've evaded me for this long." "Right I know, and believe me half of what I did tonight I wouldn't have done if it were with any other pony. I'm usually very law abiding and never dreamed that I would have a night like tonight. But it's not the kind of deal that you might be thinking of." Octavia withdrew the phone from her cheek and covered the mouth piece with her hoof. She drew in a sharp breath and released it with a slow steady flow before placing the phone back to her mouth." I'll gladly accept any and all punishment that'll be brought down upon me. Or the other two of my friends. But you see, one of them isn't well. She's intoxicated and well out of her mind. She's not only a danger to herself but those around her as well. I wanna help capture them, before anyone gets seriously hurt. Please, understand I just want to help and put an end to this." "Where are you?" Was the Policemares only response. "Is that a yes then?" Octavia questioned, a bit hopeful. She was met with the exact same response, a bit harsher in tone this time. "Where are you..." She lowered the phone from her face and looked on at Quake with the saddened eyes. He shrugged at her trying to comprehend what was said. She closed her eyes and shook her head as a response. Lifting the phone back to her face she whimpered out the address of Quake's home before limply placing the phone back on it's base. **** She cries out for us... Hark! Hear my name and engrave it upon the inside of your skulls. I am the one that strikes fear within my foes. I am the one who's name is hushed under the breath of scum that scurry the streets. I am the one who lays waiting within their own shadow, ready to pounce and strike a mighty force of justice upon the lower jaw of my enemies. I am both night and day, life and death. But not good nor evil. I am, the bat mare! "Hey, get down here you little shit!" Vinyl cried out at Colgate. Colgate's ears drooped a bit, annoyed that her rant was ended. She peered down below and saw Vinyl. Vinyl's hair was completely frazzled. Her breathing erratic. Her lower eyelid of her right eye was twitching with fury, accented with her grinding teeth. Colgate sneered at first before a large grin overtook her face. Colgate had somehow managed to perch herself upon a old diner in the middle of town and begun ranting off a monologue of a recent movie she Vinyl and Octavia went to see the week before. "You dare to challenge the likes of me?!" Colgate shrieked at Vinyl, pouting her chest out in confidence to her foe. "When I get my hands on you, I'm gonna give you the beating of a lifetime for making me go through all this crap." "Ha! I like your spunk evildoer. But one must have more than spunk if you wish the face me. One must also have, speed!" With the completion of her sentence Colgate jumped off the ledge of the diner's roof. "Shit no!" Vinyl cried out as she dashed towards the now air born mare. Vinyl took only a couple of sprinted steps before Colgate crash landed into a pile of trash bags that laid aside the edge of the diner. Vinyl paused a moment looking at the bags, her friend had been completely engulfed within the garbage. "Are you okay Colgate?!" She cried out, fear and worry washing over her entire being as she steadily walked towards the rubbage. Standing but a foot away from the bags Vinyl lifted one of her hooves, leaning in to see the status of her friend. Before her hoof touched the bags Colgates blue and white tail popped right up and begun swerving around like a spyglass on a submarine before turning it's attention to Vinyl. "mmmhmmm-mmhmm" The blue mare exclaimed, muffled. "Wh-what?" A confused Vinyl responded. Colgate's head popped up this time. "Not quick enough evildoer!" She exclaimed before jumping out of the garbage, sprinting away from the now enraged mare. "Hey! Celestia damnit not this again! Get back here right now!" Vinyl cried as she chased the insane mare down the alleyway of the diner.