//------------------------------// // Freedom Only Leads to Chains // Story: Tagged // by Alien Bronco //------------------------------// Hey Guys! Just a quick word! Don't get turned off by this first chapter. My writing improves dramatically from this chapter to the next! I'd appreciate it if you gave it a chance as I have already put in quite a few hours to this fic! Ok get to reading you silly fillies! <('.')> As the smell of paint entered her nose a wonderful sense of euphoria hit her once again. She loved this feeling, she dreamed about when she entered the world of sleep, and lived that dream when she re-entered reality. Other than the sweet sound of the scratch of vinyl, this was the only thing that truly made her feel alive. It’s as if she’s been trapped her whole life with no way to express herself, no way to leave her mark. But she finally found it. The snow white unicorn was in her element, a mid-toned teal aura, matching one of the two blue streaks that made up the artists short hair that hung just below her head, covered her horn with a can of spray paint on the receiving end, looping in all directions. It slowly covered the large brick wall she decided to tag tonight. This one was different from all of her other works. Not only was it momentous in scale but it wasn’t placed on some abandoned building in downtown Canterlot. No, this one was daring, this was her most risky tag to date. She was leaving her mark one of the biggest mansions in equestria. The large brick house that sat atop a hill separating the city and the suburbs where all the rich ponies resided. It faced away from the city and was visible by most that went into the shopping district. Normally this area would be crowded by ponies but after several stakeouts the white mare determined that between 3:30 and 5:00 AM all the shops had been closed and activity within the house tended to come to a standstill. Still she had to work fast in order to cover the entire back of the house with her trademark creation. As she added her watermark to the bottom left corner of the art, she stepped back to take one final look over her creation. A giant rectangular prism standing tall with a curve about midway down causing the rectangle to form a backwards lowercase r shape. the side was a dark black, almost invisible as it sat against the night sky. The front, being a bit brighter, had two circles carved into the rectangle. It had a small circle at the top center of the rectangle and another larger carved circle at the bottom center. The Both circles had circles within them leading to a solid colored red circle in the middle. The circles appeared to be vibrating and a trail of music notes trailed across the building. A trademark pair of purple sunglasses sat at the bottom left of the wall, distinguishing this as her work. It was done, her giant amp spreading the sweet sound of bass was done. Great, now all thats left is to run! The artist picked up her cans of paint and began to gallop back down into the shopping center. Taking one last look at her creation she noticed something weird in the corner. It was a dull red light, weird, there's no windows on the back of the house. Just as she went to turn around she felt the weight in her body leave her. Ohhh no she thought as the realized that she was trapped in somepony's telekinetic grasp. Not again. This would be the third time this month the mare has been caught. She was able to bribe her way out of any harsh penalties with the little money she had and promises of never committing the “devious” act of graffiti art ever again. If she’s brought in again this could be it for her. “Well thats an interestin’ piece of art you drew there little lady.” A muscular middle aged blue stallion with short fire red hair covered mostly by a ten gallon hat and a badge hung around his neck stood with a red aura engulfing his horn speaking in a light country accent, the same red aura that engulfed her. “I'm gonna’ need you to accompany me for a while.” Unable to talk the mare just sat there, eyes closed and mouth emotionless, showing no sign of regret or worry. She was carried to an old rickety looking carriage with a small shed on the back, closed off to the public eye. As vinyl was placed in the small shed a cone made of some form of black crystal was placed on her horn, restricting her magic, and chains hung from rings in the four corners of the shed around her hooves. Sitting motionless the red aura disappeared. Still the face of the unicorn showed no emotion. “Say aren't you that DJ Pon3 that my sons’ been listening to lately? i jus’ bought him a pair of those glasses you got there.” The mare sat there and stared at the stallion. The corner of her mouth rose ever so slightly as a plan formed in her head. She then decided to speak “Ohh so you’re sons a fan huh?” A smirk came over the DJ as the cart began to slowly roll forward, being pulled by the stallion. “I guess so, i reckon yer the one that makes them headache inducing wubbidy sounds my son can’t stop listening to?” Wow what a giant sack of “Yea thats me, say you said you just got your son a pair of glasses right? Well… why don’t i just give you the pair i'm wearing now, signed of course, if you just remove this cone from my head and turn around for a few seconds?” The stallion was quiet for a moment before speaking in a deep voice once again. “Thats a very interestin’ offer yer maken... only one problem though. I don’t give a rats flank about my son. He may be the most annoying thing to ever walk the face of the equestria. So i will have to decline your little bribe Missy.” Well i guess this is it than, jail time and community service. All because I wanted to make ponies feel something. To brighten their boring every day lives with a bit of excitement and wonder, just like my dubtrot. Its made for one reason, to make ponies feel. Vinyl was now laying down with her legs stretched out. She had one last thing she could try. “You know being tied up like this is rather… kinky. Its giving me a warm feeling like...” “Shut your mouth young lady I’m married!” Drat, whelp jail time it is! “How long until were at the station?” vinyl deadpanned, obviously feeling defeated. “Bout’ another thirty minutes, better make yourself comfortable.” OK well I have been up all night; a little shut eye couldn't hurt… Trying to get comfortable was nearly impossible with her legs being held by the chains. The white mare sat down on top of the thin layer of hay covering the floor. I guess this is the price I pay to feel free. To feel like i'm actually doing something that matters. Vinyl closed her eyes still hidden behind her trademark lenses, and began to dream. This dream was different... normally she would dream a vivid dream of her spinning a record in front of a huge crowd or painting the brick canvases that would be seen by thousands. But no, this one felt void. Everything was still. The normally happy mare saw herself from the third person, laying in the middle of a grassy field. The grass stood tall, rising above the height of a normal pony, the grass that the DJ occupied was flattened. Peculiar enough, there appeared to be a spot next to the DJ that was flattened also, as if there was a pony there. Dream DJ looked up and her glasses were non-existent. Instead vinyls eyes were black, completely black, pupil and whites and all. But even more striking than that was the single tear leaking out of her left eye. Right before Vinyl forced herself awake the manifestation of herself spoke up. A high-pitched, raspy voice sounding all to familiar spoke in place of the dream jockeys voice. "Its time Vinyl, please stop hurting me." The real vinyl began to tremble "I... no you're gone, you can't be here GO AWAY" the voice projected again, this time much clearer than before. "I'm not gone Vee, i'm just a part of you now. Why did you do it? Why did you do this to me?" "I... I.. didn't mean to OK? I was young... JUST GO AWAY, I FINALLY FORGET ABOUT YOU AND YOU HAVE TO COME BACK. LEAVE!" Vinyl was now bawling, head lowered in her hooves. The same voice spoke, sounding much colder than before "You were never worthy, why i even looked at you was a mystery. It's time you paid for what you did you street trash." The voice than projected itself and deepened tremendously, thundering as if a tremendous bolt of lightning had struck and this was the thunder that followed shortly behind. "IT'S TIME YOU PAID FOR WHAT YOU DID" Just then the dream went black, and a flash of light crowded her vision. "Alright were here, get up so i don' have to carry you again." The sheriff stallion said as he opened the doors to the mobile jail cell. Vinyl rejoined the world of the living, glad her glasses were covering her eyes. She knew her eyes were glazed over from crying in her sleep, and didn't want to know show weakness to the stallion. To shaken up to say anything she got up and followed the stallion into the brick building, walked past the all to familiar front desk and made a left turn into a room containing a few holding cells. Slowly she waddled into the small cell in the corner, laid on the hard concrete bed, and stared at the ceiling tracing the lines naturally carved into the marble ceiling with her eyes. She wanted to think nothing of that dream, wanted to think nothing of the cell, nothing at all.