//------------------------------// // 3. // Story: The most perfect eyes // by StormShadow //------------------------------// "Ouch, watch it!" "YOU watch it!" "You're the one getting your horn in the way." "Babe, that's not my horn." If Octavia's eyes had been any larger, they'd have covered up her mouth. I busted into laughter, attempting to silence myself. We WERE in hiding, anyways. "Vinyl Scratch! That joke was in HORRID taste. Besides, it's not anatomically possible for that to happen." "You don't know that! I mean, look at Mare Gaga. She's pretty sketchy, don'tchya think?" Our whispered argument was turning into a laughing fest, and she finally had to lay a hoof across my face. I gotta say, it felt like someone had turned the temperature on my face up to 100 degrees. The way she touched me was...incredible. Her coat was so soft, so incredibly silky...and she was so graceful. Every limb moved in one fluid motion, and her hair always went with it... ----------------------- Why the Hell is she staring at me like that? I wish I could see her damned eyes. I mean, right now, she looks so...so...mysterious. It's downright attractive, and unfair. Her mane is a disheveled mess, and her smile just seems to be the source of light for all of Equestria. She's so...magnificent...the way that she moves, it's like a wild animal. Each limb moving on its own accord, as if she's got nothing to do with it! She's so primitive, and yet modern. She's...incredible... ----------------------- Damn, she's hot. No, she's not even hot. She's...wow. Vinyl, what's HAPPENING to you? You would've already tried to get her back to your apartment. You would've already woken up, and she'd be gone, having that instinct that all the mares you sleep with do. What's up with you? You've had a total of 2 hours with this bitch, and she's already fucked you up. I mean, you're thinking all corny and shit, and you're talking like you're a whole new person! What's UP with you? Shut up, brain. I like her. I like her a LOT. She's...different than those other mares. She's...incredible. Yeah, well...just...fuck. She's staring at me. What do I do? She's looking at me like I'm supposed to do something. There's not much TO do. You two are stuck in an alley way, hiding from some zombie-copy cat ponies. Should I kiss her? No. You SHOULD get your ass home so you don't get anymore hurt than you already are. Right. I should get us home so she doesn't get hurt. That is not what I said. You're right. I should make sure that she gets safe, then I'll start fighting so that they don't come in the apartment. Gotchya. Fuck you. I leaned in, though. I wanted to kiss her just once. Just feel those lips around mine, feel her bangs against my forehead, feel her... BANG. Damn it! Alright, we gotta run. That scared the Hell out of 'Tavi, and I don't want her being scared anymore. "C'mon, 'Tavi. Let's get outta her." She nodded, and wrapped her hoof in mine. I gotta say, I haven't smiled like that big of an ass wipe since 3rd grade. We trotted carefully out of our secluded alleyway, and I looked around for what had crashed. A huge ass pile of rubble was where a doughnut shop HAD been. "No!" 'Tavi whispered. "What's wrong?" "That was Abraham's. He can't be in there! He can't be!" She took off into the pile of dirt and rock. "Ah, shit..." I run over towards her, immediately using my magic to move chunks of wall. She's using her hooves to do her best, and I gotta say, she's a lot stronger than I would've imagined. After about 5 minutes of digging, I start to smell something. I know immediately what it is, but something in my head was telling me not to acknowledge it. I knew it'd make 'Tavi upset, and I needed to keep trying. Another five minutes has passed. She's now screaming out "Abe!" Her hooves are tattered and filthy, and so are mine. I was digging with both my magic and my hooves. I knew he had to be here somewhere. I knew the condition I'd find him in wouldn't be something she needed to see, though. This guy obviously meant something to her, and if she was hurt, then I might as well be, too. A few moments of silence from her scared me. I turned, expecting her to have uncovered his mangled body, but she was just staring at the ground, eyes closed. I watched as the smallest of tears fell onto one of the stones. Oh fuck no. "'Tavi....'Tavi, come here." I said. She didn't move, so I jumped over towards her, nuzzling her neck, attempting to make her feel better. "C'mon, we'll keep searching. But for all we know, he might have run away as soon as he heard the attack starting!" "I don't think so, Vinyl Scratch. I can smell, too, y'know." How the hay had she noticed that I had smelled something? "Well, then....you sit down. Tell me who he is. I'll keep searching." "No, Vinyl, I'll hel-" "No, you sit your ass down, and tell me who Abe is, alright?" She sighed, but plopped down on a large slab that had a neon light broken on it. I turned around, moving further and further through the rubbish. I realized the smell was getting stronger. "You see, Abraham was a very...very close friend of mine." "IS. He IS a very close friend of yours." I turned and stared at her, but the look she returned was one of acknowledgement. She knew very well the possibility that he was under here, buried under his own shop. "Very well, then. Abraham and I have been very close since I was just a filly. He, for all intents and purposes, showed me my true talent: The cello." As I searched, she went on to say how Abe had first hoped she'd be into pastries, like him. She explained that that he got his cutie mark first in his class, and she had followed shortly after. The story revealed that they had grown up together, her helping him study, and him helping her through the horrific social situation of a high class pony. I understood that, kinda. See, I grew up upper-middle class. I had known early on, too, what I was meant to be. Music spoke to me before I could even neigh. "And, there was this one time," she said with a chuckle that made my horn flare up. "That poor Abe got his hoof stuck inside of a-" "Octavia...I'm...I'm so sorry." I had just made it to the very last part of the store. On the verge of giving up, and getting our asses to safety (not that we were really in any danger now, the attacks all seemed to be around the castle), I had moved one last giant slab. A door had been leaning against something, and the smell had become so sickening I could taste my booze from last night coming up again. The body of an orange Unicorn pony lay underneath the door that had obviously fallen in on him. The bodies of 4 of the little copy cats lay next to him. He had obviously tried to fight for his store after these things had come in, but they must've been to strong. I lowered my head, and removed my glasses. Anyone that was willing to fight for their dream, even making the ultimate sacrifice, was someone that deserved everyone's respect. "No..." Octavia mumbled. I hadn't felt her come up behind me, but the waves of depression that hit me was harder than anything I've ever felt. Shit, Vinyl. You are NOT good with crying mares. Ditch her before she gets to bad. No, fuck you. I'll be there for her. Love is adaptation. Love is learning. LOVE? "Octavia..." I turned to face her, expecting waterfalls, but there wasn't a tear in sight. Her eyes watered, but she was calmer on the outside than I can say I would've been. ---------------------- "Octavia..." I continued to stare at the body of Abraham the shop owner. My friend, my person to talk to, my...my escape. Here he was, though. No longer smiling like there was a care in the world, more like...he was happy it was over. He was happy that he had died fighting for something he cared so much about...Abraham was in peace, and for that, I was, too. I know that he'd never want me to cry. As a school filly, he would always mock me (in the most joking way, I assure you) for tearing up whenever I would be picked on by the snobby mares. His words still rang true: "Octavia, listen to me. There are going to be bitches in every age group. There are those that will hurt you, that will make fun of you, that will abuse you simply because they can. And there are those that take it, that cry, that hide the hurt. You can't be one of those. You need to be proud, you need to hold your head high. Because there are a million of those types of girls, the snobs. There is only one you." He taught me lessons I would have never expected to come from a doughnut shop owner. He was so wise, and barely older than I was. It was one of the most inspiring things I've ever heard, and I'll never forget him. "Good bye, Abraham." I said, kneeling down on my forehooves to kiss his head. I felt Vinyl Scratch's hoof surround my neck, and I felt complete. In that horrible moment of loss, just by her being there, I felt...happy. Abraham was...dead, yes. And there was an apparent war, yes. But I had this amazing mare next to me. This amazing mare whose simplest gesture changed my mood in an instant...This mare who I know my friends would never approve of, this mare who... Who... Who had taken her glasses off to reveal some of the most striking, and perfect eyes I had ever seen in my existence.