//------------------------------// // Mz. Hyde // Story: Cut it Out // by Kickback //------------------------------// Better beware I go bump in the night, Devil-may-care with a lust for life, And I know you can’t resist this You know you are so addicted. Boy you better run for your life! Aria hated sugar. So when the sweet, fruity flavour of the confection swirling about in her mouth hit her tongue with a certain pleasantry, she didn't know whether to bite back the hum of satisfaction or the urge to spit it out. She decided to simply trap the white stem between her grinning teeth and saunter on without another thought. That managed to get a few more heads to snap her way. Cheesehead assured her the stupid lollipop would help, she would've stuck it to her but Hell, she had already gone along with everything in her plan so far, why rebel now, right? The black leather of her jacket sashayed smoothly against her body as she walked along the winding path of the halls. Her pastel bangs swung back and forth, bouncing in front of her vision. Cocking her head slightly to the side, she eyed Sonata walking alongside her- "I hope they like the fruit punch!" ...looking just as oblivious and care-free as ever and for once in her life, it didn't make her want to gouge out her own eyes with a rusty spork but instead, left a familiar pang of disdain in her heart. By Discord, did that feel good. Past her sister, one of the forsaken humans snapped in place, staring at her with her hand holding onto her locker door. Aria's gaze waved over the insides of the small alcove and she was immediately hit with a flash of movement. It was barely even a second but in that one microcosm of her looking into the small mirror, hanging there, suspended in the locker, Aria Blaze genuinely and maliciously grinned to herself. Much to the spur on the amused, satisfied smirk adorning Cheesehead's mug as she walked by her side. It was weird to Aria but not unwelcomed, for once, she made the head of the Sirens and she lead the way. It had taken hours, but not a single penny spent for obvious reasons *coughmagicalseahorsethroatmagic* ,of work and shopping. For every single time Aria felt as though they were wasting their time and should just do it her way, Adagio would always shoot her down with a smile and carry on with her plan and by the Sea, did it friggin' make an impact on her. Her hair hung free and straight down her back and shoulders, the familiar natural emerald green striping it was flooded in ebony, her parted bangs were brushed aside to cover over her left eye. Her old favourite top was replaced by a rather revealing plain white singlet. Wrapped around her legs were a pair of purposely ripped dark blue jeans, a thing chain clipped to the...the...whatever the Hell you call them, the things on the waistband, she didn't know but the metal bounced against her thigh with each stride just as her studded, heeled leather boots clacked along the floor. She almost cut herself on the spiked bracelets her sister had given to her, Sonata had a whole assortment of things just as Dagi' had a entire collection of spiked headbands. Weird. Even as much as she hated being told what to do or changing her style, never did Aria think she looked like she felt more than today. Maybe, just maybe, if this all worked out in the end, she'd actually thank Adagio. Well, would you listen to this bitch? She was a whole new Siren. No...no, she wasn't. This was how she always was. Hate still filled her heart and that made her smile. Finally, it had been far too long. She'd have to keep up this style, she could practically almost taste the bubbling adoration draining out from the humans. Hell, for a second, she thought she caught Adagio jealously scowling at her. That only spurred Aria into forcing a bit more sway into her hips, just to add insult to injury. Girls wanted to get with her and guys wanted to be her...wait... Whatever students that littered the hall gave way to her and her sisters up until she came up to the two steel doors. Her joints cocked and with one fell movement, Aria kicked in their entrance. She grinned, Sonata giggled and Adagio hummed. She could get used to this. The expanse of the gym was crowded by scurrying little groups of adolescent bipeds. The bitterness and competition was in the air but above all of that was anger and disharmony, her mouth watered a little at that. She knew her sisters could taste it aswell. Adagio walked ahead of her and out of instinct, she took to following her. When she stopped, Aria had a quick look about the gymnasium, seeing nothing of particular interest. Damn. He wasn't here. "Oh no! No one's mingling." At the sound of suddenly annoying fake squealing voice, Aria's attention was brought back to the cloud of orange in front of her. "It's like there's some underlying tension that could bubble to the surface at any minute..." "It's the fruit punch, isn't it?!" Shrieked the horrible choir of horrible, horrible screaming mimmies of The Worst's voice. Aria suddenly became aware that she could only care for her sisters...if they weren't talking. "I knew I used too much grape juice!" Aria crossed her arms and rolled her eyes as Adagio slapped her face. "It's not the fruit punch, it's us!" She barely paid attention to the conversation, still scouting her surroundings. "Yeah but the punch sucks too." She muttered, leaning her weight onto one leg. "You suck! What do you know about good fruit punch?!" Squealed the Smurf. "More than you." Aria didn't even look at her as Sonata mocked her stance, turning her back to her and folding her arms. "Do not." "Do too." "Do not." "Do too." "Do not." "Do too." "Do no-OW!" "Hahaha-Argh!" And that is when Sonata Dusk and Aria Blaze were left suddenly very painful foreheads due to the savage snapping of Adagio Dazzle's flicking fingers. "Both of you shut it." Cheesehead growled. Her mirthful grin came roaring back to her face as she took one more glance at the bickering student body. Aria had half a mind to cut her smiling lips off and feed them to her but bit back her murderous impulse, absentmindedly looking to the side. "This is just the kick-off party, girls." She said. "Imagine what a..." The lollipop in Aria's maw almost fell from the grip in her teeth. Whatever Adagio might have said was lost on Aria. The world seemed to fade away to black, such a familiar feeling...and she hated it. There he was, standing right next to the door they had come in from, leaning with one foot propped up on it with his hands deep in his pockets. His name registered in her mind and much to her embarrassment, she half-expected herself to cave in and run off, maybe lose the contents of her stomach again. She blinked. Nothing. Absolutely friggin' nothing. She felt nothing! Perfect. "...'ce the battle of the band st-Aria?" Without even a thought, her legs kicked into gear, driven by the sheer bitter determination coursing through her very being. Finally, she'd show that smug prick just what he was fucking with. It was if something had taken out her brain, bathed it in contempt before screwing it back into her head and her heart? Not even the darkest pit of Tartarus could measure up to absolute blackness of the demented thing in her chest that pumped her blood. She was ready and by all the fires of Hell, she was ready. Like water around rocks, they cleared the way for her, those who didn't were shown the error of their ways. Her fists tightened to the point where she could swear blood began to pool in her palms. Ara reached up to pull the white stem from her lips and flicked it away non-nonchalantly- "My eye!" ...the candy she gnawed between her teeth was decimated into tiny, glistening shards of sugar swirling around in her mouth. She stopped, standing directly in front of him. She barely paid attention to the few lingering, watchful gazes turned her way but she was aware. She couldn't even tell if he was looking at her through those stupid shades. All the better though, might as well make it a surprise when she busts his skull wide open, right? ...Wait... "Eveything's pointless, huh?" She grinned, never moving her eyes away from his stupid, stupid face as she cracked her knuckles. One after another. "Then you shouldn't worry 'bout this, then." Then it happened again. The music. The fucking beautiful music pumping out from his headphones, muffled static to all, rang clear in her ears. The world turned black to her and all the was left in the inky void was her and him. The toughest damn seahorse demon ever and the silent, emo bastard that had taken her heart and made his plaything without even trying. Aria could see it in the way his head tilted down at her that he felt it too and he saw the darkness...he heard the music. It was without melody, without harmony, it was distorted, edgy, just like her. A connection was made that day, something beyond the primal desires of the heart, something other than the sentimental qualities of any emotion. She didn't move and neither did he, both of them just stood there, staring, glaring at eachother, her knuckles shook with each second that stretched into eternity. It wasn't love., it was hate...mutual hate and Aria had no- "Excuse me?" Aria brought her clenched fist back but stopped at the sound of Cheesehead's voice. Her uncovered eye glanced back to where her sisters were standing and several things were already incredibly wrong to her about this picture. "That's what your band is called, right? Or do you prefer 'The Sirens'?" Purple. Just like her. There was a purple girl standing there in Adagio's face with six other girls at her back, including Bacon-Hair. The purple one. What the purple one just said. The purple one knows. How in the fuck does the PURPLE ONE KNOW?! Sonata slowly stepped quietly behind Cheesehead. Adagio scowled. "And just who are you, Dorky-bangs?" Heh, good one, Dagi'... "My name's Twilight Sparkle." Ugh, really? "And we are the ones who will stop you!" Is this bitch for real? "Ready girls?" At this point, everyone had snapped their attention to the seven girls standing resolutely in the middle of the gym. Nobody knew what to make of it as they joined hands like some kind of sectioned off team of hippies. "Friendship is magic!!" ... No words. No words could describe the sheer awkward stupidity of today's sudden turn of events. Aria has no idea what to do, part of her wanted to gawk, to really process the absolute idiocy of the sight. Another wanted to hit her face so hard, it would come flying off her skull and then her skull would light on fire and she'd burn them all to ash with her flaming cranium of contempt. The scene was so stupid, she didn't even want to know it existed and hence, we shall leave it to your imagination. She even spotted Sonata's gaze becoming lidded and bored as she looked on at the girls, snaking away from her hiding place behind Adagio's great mass of poofy locks. Before she could do anything else, a voice stopped her. "This is pointless." Aria's stare turned back to the very manifestation of her recent suffering as he kicked himself off the wall, a loose headphone swinging back and forth in front of his chest with each move he made. She watched him, barely moving as he approached the door and to her surprise, he stopped. Even more to it, he looked back at her through his sunglasses. "Wanna get outta here?" Such a simple question, such an over-used expression except she couldn't even associate the word 'expression' with the way he said it. Barely any emotion coated his tone but she didn't care about that. It was the music, quiet as it was flowing from his pair of speakers but she couldn't but feel attracted to it. At first, she wanted to spit at him, to turn her back, cross her arms and fold back into the surrounding safety of her sisters. After all, he was the very creature that had brought her so much misery, why would she ever even give into a request made by him? She got all dolled up to stick it to him, to teach him the lesson he dearly needed, nobody messed with the toughest Siren but... Aria took one more look at the display in the gym. "Whatever, let's go." She groaned. He held the door open for her as she stormed out the door. She'd kill him later, she just needed to get away from that.