Grounds For The Dead: Chapter Fourteen
Smoker couldn't hardly believe what he and the other infected had gotten into. First Tank goes on a rampage, and now they have to find a way to respond to Twilight without her freaking out.
The latter being filled in by Charger --thank god-- and he quickly pulled her over to have a nice, little chat. He sighed to himself and felt a hoof on his back. He turned to see Hunter giving him a somewhat withered smiled, even though despite the fact that Hunter was at least four or five younger then the others he most certainly acted older than them all. He had an idea just then, seeing Hunter's pointy teeth stare at him.
As Twilight and Charger sipped their tea, Smoker came in with a smile on his face. "Twilight," he asked, "you wouldn't happen to know any... musicians would you?" He asked with a expecting smile on his face. Twilight thought a little and replied that she knew two of them: Octavia Philharmonica and Vinyl Scratch. "Oh, really? Where can I find them, I wish to hear my old theme again." He said his eyes practically starry and filled with nostalgia.
Twilight cocked her head a little to the right and then to the left. "Ummm... Theme?" She asked as he began to gush.
"Oh, well you see back on Earth where we came from, we all had different themes to go with what we did. My theme had heavy bass drums, with piano, violin, and female vocalist, Boomer had no music but a female and male singer it was quiet mesmerizing thinking back on it. Hunters' theme was intimidating and fast pace with a female singer, drums, and string instruments like a viola or violin. Charger had a theme with female vocals, violin, and and trumpets."
Smoker kept going on about how the themes made them sound more frighting to the uninfected. Jockeys' was similar to Chargers, but the trumpet was more fast paced. Spitters' theme was more violin and string then anything else. Twilight listened carefully, and nodded every time he took a breath.
When he reached the conclusion of the story, she asked him a simple question. "What were the names of your 'themes'?" She asked with a general curiousness. Smoker stopped dead in his tracks and turned on a heel. "Huh?" He asked making sure he didn't hear her wrong.
When she repeated the question, he replied with only one word. "Asphyxiation." He said with a straight face, meaning that he was serious. When he had said his theme 'name', the others joined as well.
"Pukricide/Enzymicide." Boomer responded.
"Contusion." Charger said with a somewhat chipper voice.
"Mortification." Spitter replied.
"Vassalation." Jockey giggled as he saw her face turn from one to shock to confusion.
"Exenteration" Hunter said.
Twilight face and inner mind had never been so... disgusted. These are all ways to die... Except for Spitters' and Jockeys' themes... Smoker coughed again to get the rational thought from her head. His smile never left his face, Jockey eventually came from behind and jumped on his back riding like a, well, horse.
'JOCKEY! Get off! Now!" Smoker yelled, but for Jockey he didn't hear anything. Charger came rushing towards the two and tried to pull him off of Smoker's back. Jockey manipulated Smoker's legs and ran him walls and spun him in circles, all the while Jockey giggled like a made mare.
"HHEEHEEEEEYRRRAAA! RIDE 'EM COWBOY!!!" He screamed up in the air as they both flew outside. The neon white colt, who was now straddling the back of the sickly green unicorn, laughed as loud as he could, in the process waking up the entire town.
"Huh? What's going on?"
"Ugh... What the hay?!"
"Can't a mare get her beauty rest!"
The last voice sounded familiar. Out of the building that said the words "Carousel Boutique" a white unicorn mare with purple locks and a triple diamond cutie mark walked outside the see...
...A neon white Earth Pony doing a rodeo show in her front lawn on top of a sickly green Unicorn Pony. The white pony all but screamed with unbridled rage and shock which shocked the two ponies out of their squabble.
And to have Charger howl and smash into both of them.
"You giggling sadistic moron! THINK with your BRAIN! Not your actions! God damn it, I was this close of getting you offa Smoker, and look what ya DID!!" Charger screamed at Jockey with everything but mercy. "And, and that's not all! What you do with the pink one huh? Have a nice screw did ya?!" He grabbed Jockey and rose to his hind legs. With Jockey in place with his hoof and the stubs that where once fingers, he slammed him down so hard the ground cracked under him.
Jockey let out a pained yelp, and was raised again and slammed down with the same, if not more force then last time. Charger, with a snarl on his face, threw Jockey through the window of the boutique and snorted in anger and disgust. He slowly limped away, his left being more larger than half his body, and walked away into a nearby forest not even bothering to see if Smoker was okay or not.
Jockey was torn... He couldn't believe what had happened between him and Charger...
Glass was buried in his hide and probably all his bones broken, but still Jockey stood up and looked at where Charger had limped off to. With a sigh and a frown he wandered back to the library in tow of Smoker, who was now looking more concerned then angry.
"I-it's all my fault..." Jockey said as he looked again towards the forest, hoping Charger would be alright on his own.