"It is something we can try and avoid, however."
Princess Luna walked throughout the room, horn aglow. As Octavia watched, the walls began to blur and darken, leaving a serene feeling. The corners and edges where the walls met the floors were smoothed out, the door and windows vanishing completely. Before long they weren't in a hospital room anymore, instead they were in a dark space full of stars. Octavia's breath caught at the sheer beauty of their surroundings, nudging the seemingly invisible floor with a hoof.
The princess' eyes were the only thing in the room brighter than the millions of stars, the color of her eyes standing out admist the calm backdrop; almost as if her eyes were lit with a blue fire.
"We will be able to do much, but not enough." Her voice drifted through the space like silk, soft and gentle.
"If Vinyl can find something in her night terrors that can bring her conciousness back to us, I may be able to pull her from this stupor. Fears and chaos are drifting through her mind, polluting her will to live. Something needs to remind her of the life she has here, if we are able to have any kind of chance in reviving her."
Octavia wiped at her eyes, letting her mane fall in front of her face before nodding in consent. Silently she prayed to whoever was willing to listen, that Vinyl will find whatever it is that will stop this.
"In the case that she can't come back," the grey mare began, "Will she be able to find peace?"
Luna gazed at Octavia in pity, before approaching her. Wrapping a hoof around her neck and resting her head on the black mane, she said, "Of course. Nightmares only stay for as long as you sleep."
Sobbing, Octavia fell to the floor beneath the princess, burying her face in her hoofs. Hushing her, Luna stroked her mane, whispering soothing words as her eyes began to dim.
"In order to help bring her back, I must be able to see what she sees. If she finds the piece of happiness, at all costs, that is the precise moment I will be able to reach her." Glancing at the bed where the white mare slept, she slowly stood up as her horn began to flare a purple fire. "I will open a veil to view Vinyl's mind. If you wish you see, I will let you watch alongside me. If not, I can help you go to sleep and you will be none the wiser."
Moving her hooves away from her face, Octavia choked on a sob before sitting up. Eyes red, fur matted with tears, she slowly nodded. It was hard even now for Octavia to find the will to live, so she couldn't understand how Vinyl could find that in her living Hell. All felt lost, and her special mare felt so very far away. Something she will never be able to hold ever again; never to see, never to hear, never to touch.
Before long, she found herself seated next to the princess on the floor, watching Vinyl in her troubled sleep. Above the white mare, the air was shimmering and stirring.
Crackling blues and purples flashed above Vinyl's form, ripping the air apart. Slowly the tear grew wider, spreading out all across her. Flashing colors and reflecting light eminated from both veil and from Luna's horn.
When the edges finally became dormant and the colors and lights subsided, the princess' horn returned to a slightly pulsing blue aura, enough magic to keep the veil open. Inside, there was only a darkness as looming and intimidating as how you would picture death. Cold, silent, and forever above your head. The wrong step or the wrong choice, and the darkness would swallow you whole, never to let you see the light ever again.
This is what Octavia pictured as she searched for Vinyl within the darkness, her eyes straining to find a speck of white or a flash of blue.
Finally, she could see her, sleeping on the floor in the middle of the night within her mind. Happiness overwhelmed her as she called for Vinyl, tears glistening in her eyes.
However, the unicorn slept soundly, not hearing and unbeknown to Octavia.
Walking in from of the cellist, Luna watched Octavia in pity, stopping her from trying to communicate with the veil.
"She cannot hear you because currently, you are not a part of her mind set. If you were magical, you could have possibly been able to join me when the opportunity arises. For now though, she cannot hear us or see us. Her perception is limited to what is happening to her now, in this dream-like world. I'm sorry, but I must ask that you be patient with me a while longer."
Octavia broke eye contact with Luna, glancing over at the rift in the air, heart broken that she has to wait more. She felt as if she has waited long enough, but sadly, it just had to be this way she supposed.
Sitting down, on the floor, she watched the rift with as much patience as she could muster.
The princess knelt beside her, and they sat there for a long time, beholding everything that was happening to Vinyl, waiting for the right time for the princess to go in and rescue her.
Thus, they waited.
***
A clinking sound broke through the silence.
Darkness seeped through the night, as Vinyl woke up on the floor, startled to find herself back into the plane of her nightmares.
Cursing under her breath, she looked around, once again look for some means of escape. When nothing seemed to prove useful and when no ideas came to her, she just slumped back to the floor in defeat. In front of her lay a little pink crystal, oddly familiar. Disgusted, she kicked the crystal far into the darkness, where it clinked as it bounced before dissapearing into the mist beyond.
There was no way to leave the horrors of the world, they will forever be there.
And you will know deep down, there is nothing you can do about it.
Vinyl waited patiently for something to happen, and when it did, she knew she was ready.
Giggling sounded through the darkness, getting closer and closer with each echo of a hoof coming nearer. Louder and shriller as Vinyl watched the albino copy stalk towards her, sneaking up through the thick darkness in front of her. This world was her domain, her realm. The copy was the queen, and Vinyl was merely a slave; a little play thing.
The thing about slaves though, as history tells, were great for one purpose.
Once you got bored of them, you could dispose of them.
Standing up, Vinyl waited until finally, they were face to face. The copy smiled and cocked it's head to the side, amused with what she saw.
"You are beautiful tonight," She hissed in pleasure. "So much beauty, it just has to be mine."
Vinyl stood there unmoving and defiant as the copy circled around her, feeling eyes scour every inch, drinking up everything. A predator ready to hunt its prey.
A hoof tentatively touched her cutie mark, which made her flinch away from the copy. Anger flared in the albino as a crimson aura encircled Vinyl, preventing her from moving at all.
"You can trust me." Purring, the copy felt all around Vinyl; under the stomach, around the face, and many other places that made Vinyl feel sick. Defiance roared through the DJ's mind, but nothing could help her now. If she fought back, she would just end up back where she started; lost in the dark, scared, and alone.
Locking her mind, Vinyl focused on something else. It was hard to find something to look at other than the darkness all around, so she closed her eyes and brought images to mind.
Octavia, smiling at a night club, walking on a beach to their hotel, playing melodies in grand parties or crazy raves. Lights and music filled her soul as she thought harder of her special mare. The things she has seen, the happy times, the funny times, even the private times. They all brought happiness back to her as she kept her mind on one thing and one thing only.
The love she felt for Octavia Philharmonica.
Pink bow ties, magenta glasses, a cello and a DJ board. Vintage discs and fine horse hair strings, everything and anything that brought a smile to her face. Silky black hair contrasting with an electric blue dyed mess, the beautifully dark eyes against the bright red of a DJ's eyes. Simple yet complex, the cutie marks with different symbols of music, yet all music is the same. No, music will never be the same. Always different, always harmonious.
Melodies and songs, ambience and sound, nothing more than that to make music, music.
Her thoughts were brought to a startling close as she was thrown into the air, only to be smashed against the ground.
The albino copy was breathing heavily, her nostrils steaming with breath as she glared at the DJ. A scream escaped the fanged mouth, piercing Vinyl's ear drums as pain filled her mind.
When the shrieking albino became quiet, she leaned down on top of Vinyl and leaned close to her ear.
"You will never see her, she is no where, she is nothing... because," she stopped mid sentence, getting even closer.
"We. Are. One." The pale vinyl whispered subtly, putting a hoarse emphasis on each word.
"I have resided here for so long... my Vinyl. Sweet, little Vinyl." Her tongue slid up Vinyl's neck, sending shivers down the DJ's spine. It felt as though if a snake were slithering up her skin, ready to strike.
Her body went rigid as the sharp fangs sank into her neck, only to dissapear as fast as they had appeared. Pain seeped into her neck, as she groaned and turned away.
Closing her eyes, the white mare wished for death to come, to take her away from these nightmares for good. She wished beyond anything that the pain would end and that she could finally have peace. Peace was all she wanted, why couldn't she have it? She waited for the cold hand to come and steal her away, to leave behind her body in the darkness of this hellish night.
She flinched as she heard ruffling noises from above her, heavy breathing blew hot into her face. Terrified, she could feel herself shaking as she anticipated what was happening. Panic came full force, and she began to breath in short gasps, waiting for what was to come.
A hoof grabbed at her face. Screaming, she jerked away from the touch and struggled to move. Another hoof grabbed at her head and held her in place; before she could fight back, she had to untangle her limbs.
"Vinyl!" Someone screamed in the darkness.
"No! No! Fuck you!" The DJ shrieked.
Someone began to hush her, cooing into her ear. It took a long while before she finally stopped fighting, but she didn't calm down. Never again would anything be right, this was just another trick.
"Vinyl, look at me." A voice murmured softly, a hoof caressing Vinyl's cheek.
Slowly, she opened her eyes.
Flashes of light seeped into her pupils, blinding her as flourescent light fixtures hummed above. Beeping rang around the room, nearly deafening her as her ears adjusted slowly. A strang sort of alarm was ringing at a low volume, mixing with the tranquil beeping from what sounded like machines. Dripping echoed in her head; drip, drip, drip.
All she could see was white as her eyes burned. She felt a fire inside her eyes that was very slowly creeping out, and she could see a blur above her. Slowly, but surely, the room came into focus.
White wash walls and cold looking tiles came into view, along with a dull counter with a polished sink. Cabinets hung overhead, with speckled ceilings and pure white curtains drifting down from the railings above. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a hoof. Feeling around herself for something, anything to defend herself, all she felt were rough sheets and bed railing.
Cursing under her breath, she slowly turned her head, fire in her eyes as she tried to think of something.
Poising herself, she put her hooves beneath the sheets and against the mattress. Stiffening her legs and getting ready to jump, Vinyl built up her adrenaline. When she saw the ears of the pony next to her, fury blinded her as she attacked.
Screaming and screaming, Vinyl latched onto their throat, tightening her grip to the point where she thought she was going to break her own arms.
Gagging broke through the pony's throat, a gargling scream struggled through their mouth. She was determined to kill them, to make all the nightmares end.
Do it.
DO IT.
She tightened her grip even more, a wicked grin spreading on her muzzle. It's going to end! It will finally all be over! Her arms choked with a purpose, tightening with every thought of the Hell she has been living through for the past three years.
"Vi-" They gagged as warm saliva pooled into the crook of her arm, sliding through the wrinkles and fur.
She felt herself laughing, hysterically laughing. It was too much of a relief, she had to be safe now. No more white copy cat, just her, and she can leave the dark forever.
Weight fell in her arms as she felt the warm body go limp. Dropping them to the floor, she laughed and wiped at her eyes, trying to bring back her sight.
Slowly the red from her rage seeped from her eyes and the room's glaring white color came back into view. Her smile melted from her face and turned to horror in what she saw at her feet.
Octavia lay sprawled on the floor, her throat bulging and a deep purple.
Sinking to her knees, Vinyl stared in shock.
Octy?...
Her beautiful wife was barely breathing, labored with every gasp she managed. Eye's half closed, she was unconcious as her grey hind legs twitched. The grey fur all over her slim form was wet with sweat from the panic and pain she must have experienced as Vinyl nearly choked the life out of her.
Staring down at her white hooves, she was shaking. She gazed at her hooves in horror, barely able to comprehend what has just transpired. Images flashed through her mind of Octavias smile and she could hear her voice calling out to her. Covering her ears, Vinyl screamed and rocked where she sat, wanting nothing but to take it all back.
"I'm sorry!" She shrieked, repeating it over and over.
Echoes rang from the hall as Vinyl wailed, weeping as her wife lay limp on the cold tile floor.
"Oh God!" Despair clinging tight to Vinyl's thoughts and memories. "What have I done?!"
Maybe she won't remember? Yes of course! It happened all so fast, and she didn't really choke her that much, it had to be okay. It WILL be okay.
Stumbling from the floor, Vinyl hurried over the the grey mare. Using both her magic and her strength, she place the mare over her back. Taking a final, hurried glance around the room, she opened the hospital door and rushed out.
The hall was dark and the air was dry. Hoof steps echoed down the hall, following after each step Vinyl took, breaking the still silence. Doors were lined up, clustered together on the walls. Posters flashed medical staff and inspirational quotes from Horndi, Neighpolean, and many more. Vinyl's eyes were attracted to one in particular, being the famous Marrie Trotuanette. The famous mare from many centries ago shows her in a crème lace dress, looking through a window at a green pegasus beating its wings to whisk away the clouds. The quote stated "Dreams are up high, not below your hooves."
Grimacing at the horrible quote, Vinyl sprinted down hallway E14. A sign directed patrons down this hall, with bold black letters on the beam above the set of double doors that read Surgical Clinic 2.
The doors slammed open and the white pony rushed in, trying her hardest to not drop Octavia. A red light began to blink, swirling round and round on the ceiling. Following the narrow hallway towards the light, she saw another room. The only difference this time is that Vinyl was sure the room would be much bigger, and maybe will have all the medical supplies she will need.
Slowing to a trot, she approached a gurney and looked around the room. Large cabinets were cememnted in the wall and steril trays full of tools sat on moving tables. The room smelled of alcohol and ammonia, a powerful odor that made the DJ gag. Windows sat precariously on the walls, white drapes brushing the tile floor as they hid the outside world.
Propping Octavia on the gurney, splaying out her legs and arms, Vinyl carefully examined her.
Deep purple welts rose from around her neck, puffing up as if to block her throat. Blood mixed with saliva trickled out of the corner of her mouth, pooling on the white paper that covered the gurney. Removing the pink bow tie and brushing hair away from the mare's face, Vinyl left Octavia to place the bow in the sink.
As water poured from the faucet, thoughts whirled around in Vinyl's mind. Regrets and Horror formed inside her, filling her with a dread as she stared at the soaking bow tie.
She watched the water come out in a steady stream for a long while, staring at the bow as if in a lucid dream. The liquid ran through her fur and around her hooves, dripping down the drain, rejoining the other drops of water as they swirled down into nothingness.
No one has ever had so many things to ask for, only Vinyl could say that she truly wanted too much. She wanted to go back, long before these dreams ever happened. Especially, before she attacked Octavia. Octavia's beautiful voice was the only thing she wanted to hear, the soft fur for her to touch, the lips she wants to kiss.
Waking up from a nightmare, back into the real world, shouldn't cause anyone harm.
You wake up and you're okay, but this time it all went to hell.
Vinyl's thoughts were halted as she felt arms slide around her waist, pushing their body up against her back. Her breath caught as she smelled a familiar smell, a smell of vanilla mixed with something else, something sharper. Something that brought back memories of a grandiose ball room full of flowers and crystals, of satin table cloths and long draperies; of a grey mare in white and musical ambience flowing through the air.
"Octavia." Vinyl breathed.
The arms tightened, pulling her closer. The DJ closed her eyes, silent tears running down her cheeks as relief filled her soul. Never before has she felt so much peace at once, so much love.
She felt a brush of hair across her back, only to feel soft lips brush against the corner of hers. Wrapping her own arms around her mare's, she held on tight.
"I love you so much..." the white mare murmured.
A hoof began to brush her shoulder, and before she knew it they were moving. Before long, she found herself lying on the gurney that she had left Octavia only moments before. Opening her eyes, she stared at Octavia's face, and she finally felt happiness surge through her.
"I have missed you so very much..." Vinyl whimpered, pulling her head up to kiss the mare gently on the lips.
Octavia hugged Vinyl, who had once again closed her eyes. Bliss was one of the many emotions that flooded her mind, as her mare rested on top of her. Her ears heard a peculiar clicking noise, but she thought nothing of it as hooves began to run up her body.
Lips found hers and it was a long kiss, a very sensual one as the hooves went higher, pushing Vinyl's arms above her head. She began to pant as her arms stretched up even more, and she began to question what Octavia was doing. Opening her eyes slightly, she saw those beautiful eyes staring back.
Vinyl has never seen such a wild side of Octavia before, because the DJ usually takes control in situations like this. It felt amazing, but yet...
Something was wrong.
Shivers ran down her spine as she looked closer into the Cellist's eyes, and she became confused. They weren't that deep black you would expect to find, instead, they were slowly turning red around the iris...
Red like Vinyl's.
More clicking noises broke the silence of the room, and she felt something tighten around her hooves at the rim of the gurney. The confusion flooded Vinyl's mind, her eyes pleading with Octavia to know what was going on. But instead of meeting Octavia's eyes, she met her neck. Deep purple was spreading from the jawline to the collarbone, patches of fur were ripped from the skin and it was worse than she originally thought.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry Octy... I-" Words were cut short as Octavia glared at her, before spitting into her face.
Shocked, Vinyl's confusion melted into remorse and sorrow as she begged for forgiveness, all the while trying to figure out what was happening. Then it came to her in a blur, and she became afraid.
Trying to move, she felt bonds holding down her torso and her hooves. Octavia slid off the mare and the gurney, only to trot to the bottom and tying down each fore hoof with a leather buckle. Tightening it to the point where circulation was cut off entirely, leaving her legs to slowly become numb and cold.
"Octavia," The DJ sniffed, fear in her eyes, "What are you doing?"
The grey mare left the gurney and went over to the cabinets, rumaging through them in search of something. The white mare closed her eyes, trying to wake up. But it didn't do anything, it didn't even help shut out the noise as she listened to her wife moving around, clinking bottles and utensils.
Opening her eyes, she watched as Octavia wheeled over a gleaming metal table. A tray glistening on top, holding all the tools and bottles that the Cellist decided to take.
Stopping next to the gurney, Vinyl watched in dread as Octavia opened one of the bottles with her hooves, only to pull out an eye dropper with a translucent liquid. Octavia got closer to the DJ before planting a long sloppy kiss on her lips, eyes closed as the DJ stared in panic at the dropper which hovered precariously above one of her open eyes.
A scream erupted through out the hospital, echoing through the many halls and rooms. The white mare lay strapped to the bed, pulling against the bonds as pain ravaged her body. Smoke rose from her eye, where a chemical reaction took place when Nictric acid dripped into her pupil. Instantly blinded, she watched Octavia through her other eye, grinding her teeth in pain.
The Cellist smiled a wicked grin as she kissed the blinded eye, before jabbing a hoof in the other. In the DJ's shock from the blow, Octavia inserted the eyedropper into the eyelid and fire seared through her head. Darkness impeded on Vinyl as her screams filled the room, as she could no longer see.
She heard a laughter emanate from her right, mocking her screams and her burning tears.
Panick and adrenaline mixed into her blood stream, tightening her body against the pain and recoiling from whatever felt like a threat. The bonds felt even tighter as Vinyl's heavy breathing was the only sound in the room.
Oblivious to what was happening, she felt a pressure in her groin as she felt Octavia sit there, putting her full weight down on her pelvis. Grimacing, a hoof began to circle her stomach and her chest, only to feel a sharp agony as something slit inside her, just above the belly button.
Octavia made a neat incision with a scalpel, parting the skin up the DJ's torso. The pain was so intense, the unicorn gagged and her breath caught, and it was a long time before a gasp escaped her mouth as breathing became impossible. Struggling for breath, blood ran down the sides of the white fur; turning what once was white as snow, to a deep crimson.
The world spun in the dark as Vinyl's eyes burned and her stomach turned cold, trails of warmth seeping out of her. She felt afraid and remorseful, begging for forgiveness from both her wife and whatever God might be watching. Never before had she been religious, never had she thought of a possible God, but she had never thought the end would be like this.
Celestia, Luna, and all the others, she begged and pleaded silently; urgently. She wanted to go home, back to wherever little fillies came from. Away from this god forsaken place, away from everything wrong and evil.
The DJ's thoughts were interupted as a whirring sound reached her ears. A high pitched, shrill whirring of what she guessed must have been a bone saw.
Feeling movement next to her, her body went rigid as she anticipated what was next, trying to imagine what could possibly be happening now. What more could this madness do to her?
Octavia grabbed onto Vinyl's head, before gripping her horn. Vinyl felt cold as blood drained from her face when she realized what was about to transpire. Begging Octavia to stop, trying to imagine what would happen if she decides to do what she was planning, it made her ache just thinking of it.
And it happened.
Something exploded inside the white unicorn as the grey pony slowly sawed the horn off. Blue sparks flew in every direction as Octavia dug the horn out of Vinyl's head, cutting in a U to completely severe the horn. Dark blood poured down from the crude incision, dribbling down her cheeks and jawline, as the blue aura flickered out from both the large hole and from the seperated horn.
There was no scream, there was no movement, there was only a gaping mouth and a body that was so stiff, some could have said that she had turned to stone. Blackened eyes open wide in pain and terror, Vinyl lay there in internal agony. Magic and blood seeped out of her, and she could barely feel any more widespread torture that Octavia might have inflicted while in her state of shock.
Numb to the world, she was frozen and unhearing.
The pain had nearly turned her to a corpse when the horn was taken, the ruthless pain that ran through her veins and through her mind. She couldn't think or feel anything but the rigid pain.
After a long while of lying there, feeling came slowly back and her hearing was renewed. However, the only feeling that came back was to her neck and to her chest. It became clear that the pain from being seperated from her magic so brutally has left her paralysed, and there was nothing she could do.
She felt her ears perk up as she heard an awful scraping noise, one that had a rhythm. Scrape, scrape, scrape.
What Vinyl couldn't see, is that it was actually Octavia sharpening the horn as someone would have for a branch. Using a large scalpel, she was scraping bit by bit until the tip was very sharp. The white birthmark of a unicorn lay in the pony's hands, becoming even more ugly as each piece of enamel broke off.
When the noise stopped, Vinyl prepared herself once more, her will power to live completely drained. All she could feel now was the rush of blood through her veins and the pulse in her neck as she swallowed her fear.
If this is it.
So be it.
Hoof steps rang loud as Octavia approached the other side of the gurney, where there was a pause and nothing seemed to be happening for a short time.
Vinyl licked her lips, panting. She waited in exasperation, wanted it to be over.
But before anything more could happen, Octavia cleared her throat, "No one should make vows." The pony was breathing heavily as she leaned down to the white mare's ear and whispered, "They are just promises, waiting to be broken."
Vinyl felt a hoof grab hold of the fur on her chest, and Octavia's voice became harsh as she breathed, "Become. Both."
That was when the sharpened horn was plunged into her chest, and the feeling was a sensation that bet all description. The pain and suffering she felt as her heart flutter like a small bird being crushed between the teeth of an animal, fluttering and panicking. Spasms shook inside her, but she didn't move. Instead, she felt as everything slowed and everything became numb. The world slowed and her own beathing became labored.
Gasping, she slammed her head against the gurney twice before her neck gave way. Still and alone, the world became quiet and the air became stagnant.
But something remarkable happened, she finally saw something.
A light, a silhouette glaringly bright in the darkness was bounding about in the darkness. What she saw, it was beautiful. Small and innocent, she saw the outline of a filly, and she never felt so much warmth or compassion after watching such a sight.
Softly a voice spoke out from the light, as gentle and soothing as an angel.
"And I will always be beside you, in times of good or bad or worse. You will forever be the love of my life and nothing will take you away from me. You have stolen your way into my heart, where you will stay until the end of time. I want you to live a fulfilling life, to be happy and free, but it has to be with me. Love me like you have, love me like you will, because I will never stop loving you."
A face faded into Vinyl's vision, her beautiful wife smiling at her with a veil covering her eyes.
Tears glimmered in the white mare's eyes as she watched the bright light dancing in the darkness, her breath was short and quiet, slowly the world began to blur as she stared, wishing to be a part of that light. She has wanted so much, but there was something more. She wanted that light in her life, her ever so short life.
Blurry, the world began to mix in color. Beyond the light, she saw a peculiar outline of a pony. Someone who embodied beauty, stars glittering around them as they walked closer. Silky blue swirled in the air around them, and sympathetic eyes stared back.
Vinyl's breath became shorter and sometimes stopped.
A hoof pressed against her cheek, wiping away the tears that were caused from happiness. A silver shoe gleamed through her squinted eyes, a beautiful shoe that covered a dark hoof. A voice called out to her, but she couldn't comprehend. Instead, her thoughts were on the light that was still frolicking in the night.
"Ambience..." Vinyl murmured, dreaming that the light would come and touch her, to make her happy.
"Octavia," She breathed, attempting to speak one last time. "Ambience..."
Darkness rushed in, and soon there was nothing.
The plane of darkness didn't change, and the dark figure sat next to the still unicorn. Watching, until giving a silent goodbye. Then, the princess dissapeared, leaving the DJ alone; to finally rest in peace.
* * *
A breeze floated through the air after Luna as the princess stepped out of the rift. The dark blue aura that emanated from her horn flicked out, and the veil closed slowly.
The grey pony stared as the image of the white unicorn, lying on the plane of nothingness, dissapeared. Her eyes stung as quiet tears dripped to the floor, in a state of denial as she grieved.
"Times like these are not for the faint of heart." The princess claimed, a sorrowful frown on her muzzle. "Vinyl will be missed for as long as she is loved, and I am sure that will be a very long time. However, you can get through this if you remember that she is now in a happier place, somewhere where the plague of nightmares can't touch her.
Darkness that clunge to the room dissapeared, and they were back in the hospital room on the second floor of Manehatten Medical Center. Limp and unknowing, Vinyl lay in the bed as she died. Beeping squealed from the machines, and a nurse came in. Surprised, the nurse was wary of the unexpected princess as she rushed to Vinyl's bed.
The nurse was about to use a defibrilator, but Octavia grabbed the nurse's hoof.
"No," The Cellist whimpered. "It's her time."
Blinking, the nurse bowed her head and walked to the corner of the room, taking a phone off the wall and talking to someone on the other line.
Luna acknowledged this, as she knew this was best for everyone. The DJ's organs were slowly stopping, completely becoming immobilized inside her body. First the liver and kidneys, until finally it spreads into the arteries. There, it will stop the heart, and quickly after it will cause her to be brain dead.
Dr. Hofen came through the door, with another nurse who had a clipboard and pen. Nodding to the princess, he went to Vinyl's IV bag.
"Give me the narcotic formula, please."
The nurse in the corner joined the doctor and her friend as they went through their cabinets, shifting through different organized sections of drugs and medications.
Finally, the first nurse found a syringe, which she handed to the doctor. Testing the needle with a tap of his hoof, he unscrewed the tube that connected to the IV bag. Inserting the needle, he injected the syrum and Octavia watched as a pink liquid hurried it's way down the clear tube, flowing into Vinyl's wrist.
They watched in silence as Vinyl's labored breathing came to a close with one last exhalation. Her eyelids fluttered as a twitch puckered from her neck, and then she was still.
It happened so fast, that it felt right in some way. She passed on so quickly and quietly, that both dread and a sick form of acceptance sank to the bottom of Octavia's stomach.
The nurse with the cliboard scribbled something down with her magic keeping the pen suspended. Clearing her throat, she stated, "Vinyl Record Scratch; Date of Birth: June 13, 96. Date of Death: January 27, 22. Time of Death: Hour 5 Minute 37 in the A.M. Cause of Death: Accidental Overdose and Comatose Life Support cut. Age at Death: Twenty-six."
Dr. Hofen nodded, and they left the room quietly. Following after them, he looked back at the princess and the Cellist, before closing the door softly behind him.
Octavia sat on the floor, where she wailed and cried out for Vinyl. Time seemed to stop, which felt as if the suffering was never-ending. The world felt cold as the winter sun broke through the white drapes from the window, illuminating the room with natural light.
Winter had felt so cold this year, as Vinyl was gone.
Never to see Octavia again.
"Being lost and alone in life is nothing that we can't fix. You only have to find the light of happiness to find you way out of that deep and depressing world. A loving person can bring you back to live with a few small breaths and a gift of generosity, sometimes even less. Be humble and be accepting, because you never know when you will need someone to pull you from your gloom." -Vinyl