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// Chapter 1 
// Story: Hit The High Note 
// by coppertoe1215 
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    HIT THE HIGH NOTE




“Beethoven is clearly better.”
“Na-uh, Deadmau5 is the best.”
“Beethoven.”
“Deadmau5.”
This argument again. Why doesn’t Vinyl see the superiority of classical over dubstep. Octavia thought to herself.
“Beethoven!” she was shouting now.
“DEADMAU5!!!” Vinyl shouted even louder.
“If we are going to have this argument again, I suggest you just leave.” Octavia said calming herself.
“FINE, I’ll go find a pony with a good taste in music!” Vinyl said walking towards the door. On her way out she grabbed her oval sunglasses to shield her beautiful red eyes. She slammed the door behind her. Octavia walked over to a couch and grabbed a magazine to read. She opened the front page and looked at the picture. It was of her and Vinyl. Vinyl had her arm around Octavia and was sticking her tongue out. Octavia was shielding her face with her hair because she was blushing. The article underneath was titled, “Inseparable.” Tears formed in Octavia’s eyes.



Vinyl decided to go for a walk in the park to let of some steam. Their was an clearing in the middle of the park where she always went. But when she got there their was another pony. This pony was a unicorn. He had a very light grey coat. His mane was a darker gray with red streaks that parted at his horn. His cutie mark was a sky blue pair of headphones hanging over a mike of the same color. He was laying on his back and  listening to a pair of headphone that seemed not to be attached to anything but were still producing music. Vinyl looked at him curiously. He returned the glance and Vinyl turned away, embarrassed.
“Can I help you?” the pony asked. He voice was chocolate to Vinyl’s ears.
“Wah, oh, um no, sorry, its just…. What are you listening to?” she asked shyly.
“it’s a song my friend Tomb made, wanna hear it?”
He lifted the headphones off his head using his magic and placed them around Vinyl’s ears. The music was a dirty dubstep, heavy on the bass drops. Vinyl swayed her head to the beat, enjoying every second of it. 
“Wow, that was amazing. You said you actual know the person who made that?” Vinyl asked as the song finished.
“Yes, he’s one of my best friends. I’m Michael D. by the they way, but you can call me Mic.” he said holding out a hoof.
“My names Vinyl Scratch, pleased to meet you.” Vinyl replied with a smile, shaking his hoof. Mic returned it. 
“Hey, um, are you doing anything late?” Mic asked shyly.
“No.” Vinyl replied.
“Do you maybe want to go out to dinner or something?”
“I’d love to.”
“Okay, say Sugercube Corner at seven?”
“Sounds great to me, see you their.” Vinyl trotted off in the other direction from Mic, a big smile on her face.



Octavia was now curled up on the couch, eyes red from crying. The magazine laid open next to her, tear stains on every page. The door opened, it was Vinyl. Octavia jumped off the couch and ran up to Vinyl, giving her a hug.
“I’m so sorry, I…” she started
“actually Octavia… I think we should see other ponies.” Vinyl said cutting Octavia off.
“W-what?” 
“I met a really nice guy in the park. We’re supposed to be having dinner tonight.”
“B-but…” Tears were forming in Octavia’s eyes again.
“I’m just her to grab some stuff and then I’ll leave, ok?”
Octavia couldn’t think of anything else to say but a simple, “Ok.”
By the time she finally said “Please, don’t go.” it was to late. Vinyl was already out the door and down the street. All she did was crawl back into her spot on the couch and resumed crying. 




“That was delicious.” Vinyl stated.
“Indeed it was.” Mic agrees, “Now what do you want to do?”
“I should really be getting home… oh wait.” she paused remembering that she didn’t really have a home.
“What is it.” Mic asked.
“Its just… my ‘friend’ kicked me out.” making it sound like she hadn’t just gotten out of a relationship. “I’ll have to crash with my friends Lyra and Bon-Bon.”
“I know where they live. My house is on the way.”



“Well we’re here.” Mic said, stopping in front of his house. Mic and Vinyl locked eyes for a few awkward seconds. Then Vinyl leaned in and kissed him. Mic eyes widened in surprise, then shut in enjoyment. Then kiss was long and drawn out, lasting several minutes. Finally, Vinyl pulled away.
“Wanna stay hear for the night.” Mic asked with a smug smile. Vinyl shock her head yes, reflecting the same smile. It had been a while since she had been with a colt.


3 months later


Dear Vinyl Scratch,
I have moved to Canterlot. I can’t stand beening in the same town as you. I still love you. Please, if you ever change your mind about this colt, I’m still here for you.
Love,
Octavia 
“thank you Derpy.” Vinyl said to the cross eyed Pegasus. She beamed a wide smile and flew away, nearly bumping into another Pegasus. 
“FUCK YO COUCH NIGGA!” Mic shouted from the living room. He was sitting next to his two friends, The Living Tombstone and Glaze, and was playing Fallout: New Vegas. His friends cheered him on as he slaughtered a town of innocent people. Vinyl just rolled her eyes. She had moved in with him, and had learned to deal with craziness like this. She went to the bedroom and started to write a reply to Octavia’s letter.


Dear Octavia,
I miss you but, I love Mic. He’s kind and sweet. He can get kinda angry some times but He…


She stopped writing when she heard the door creak open.
“Who’s that to?” Mic asked stepping into the room.
“Just and old friend.” Vinyl replied putting the letter away.
“Is it to Octavian?”
“Yes.”
“What have I told you about keeping in contact with your ex.” Mic said, a hint of anger in his tone.
“Well, I didn’t want to be rude and not reply.”
“What did I say.” Mic said, grabbing Vinyl’s arm.
“Mic, your hurting me.” Vinyl said trying to pull her arm away.
“OH I’ll hurt you!” Mic eye was twitching as he raised his hoof. He brought it down across Vinyl’s face, knocking her to the ground. With his magic he lifted her and threw her onto the bed. 
“Now… spread’em.” Mic said with a sadistic grin on his face. Vinyl started crying as she spread her legs, reveling herself to Mic. Mic licked his lips. He forced himself onto the weeping filly. Her crying just made him more… excited. 




This repeated several times over the course of two months. Now Vinyl was scared to even leave the house. She decided it was time to stand up for herself. She had he coat and was hovering a suitcase next to her.
“Mic… I’m leaving.” Vinyl said. Mic levitated a knife out from it place and held it up.
“No… your not.” Mic replied calmly.
“Y-yes I am Mic, and if you don’t like it y-you can go f-fuck yourself. Its my life and if you cant except that you can stab me right now.” So he did. Vinyl let out a scream of pain as the knife entered her rib cage. Little did Mic know the police were just outside listening to everything. The police kicked down the door. Mic grabbed Vinyl and pulled the knife out of her side and held it to her throat.
“STAND BACK OR I’LL CUT THIS PRETTY LITTLE CUNT’S HEAD OFF!” he shouted. The police backed off.


The stand off lasted for 3 hours. The police sent in a negotiator , which was a waste of time. Vinyl had passed out from blood loss but Mic still had her. The police decided to call in a sharpshooter to end the stand-off. The Pegasus had a dark green coat and a mane similar to Vinyl’s, except instead of alternating shades of blue it was alternating shades of green. His cutie mark was a skull with a bullet hole in the dead center of the forehead. He had a black vest and a pair of aviators. A cigar hung out of the corner of his mouth. He had a sniper strapped to his back. He took his position on the roof of the house opposite of Mic’s.
“You in position, Deadshot?” a voice cracked through the radio.
“Eeeyup.” Deadshot replied.
“You got eyes on the target?” the voice cracked again. Deadshot took the sniper off his back. He flipped out the bipod legs with his hoof and laid down, looking through the scope.
“I got eye’s on, got the bastard’s head in my cross-hairs.” he replied casually. 
“Take the shot when your ready.”
“Okie dokie lokie.” he took a deep breath and wrapped his wing around the rifle. He put the top wing on the trigger. He spat the cigar out off his mouth and lined up the shot. He breathed softly as he put pressure on the trigger. BLAM. The shot rang out over the crowd. It shattered through the glass of the window and through Mic’s skull, leaving a splatter of blood and brains on the wall behind him. Mic and Vinyl’s bodies both fell to the floor.
“Dead on target.” Deadshot said, placing the sniper on his back.



Vinyl survived the hostage situation. She and Octavia got back together and lived happily ever after. 

To much of a story book ending for you, FUCK YOU!
THE END