[center][h1]Overcity Rock Night[/h1] [@Card Captor][@Ariamis][/center] [hider= Flashback] “Everyone, let’s welcome our new sister… Zophia.” Were the words that woman in gray pronounced. But Soulburner could not hear them. Yet. She had never been able to hear from birth. That’s why she had been abandoned and neglected. She could not even cry, for how she would talk if sound was an alien concept for her in first place. It had been so long ago, and yet it felt so close. [color=ed1c24]“Hi… I’m Amy.”[/color] Said one girl with beautiful long black hair, as she wrote in a notepad, unaware of whether Zophia could even read. Yet, her smile, as crooked as it was, half of her face disfigured with scars and a crooked nose, seemed genuine. Her wheelchair creaked to life as she came closer to Zophia, touching her face and smiling, before pulling her into a sorely needed hug. “F..fi…frien?” said a third voice. A shaky, thin girl, with a vacant stare. Not that Zophia could ever hear, Amy would tell her later. She was born… wrong. Like Zophia herself. Something about her mother’s lifestyle had poisoned her brain, Amy told her that too. Zophia smiled at her. This girl’s name was Therese. In that institution, they became thick as thieves. Crooked branches supporting crooked branches. Dregs, abandoned by neglectful parents. Daughters and sons of drug addicts, prostitutes and crooks. Merely living another day was a meager bliss to them. Until they met it. It called. It offered them a deal they could not refuse. Zophia always wanted to be a musician. Therese… Theresa just wanted to lift the ailment off her mind. To be able to live without seizures. Amy had little choice in that regard, having distracted a magical girl enough to get her killed. But a healthy body was something desirable. Under the auspice of the Star Eater… the three became Soulburner, Amy and Tenebra. Dregs of magical girls. Plucky rogues, who scrapped the barrel to get by. They were shunned by everyone. And never had the luck of one of the more palatable options. [/hider] Seeing both of her comrades fall before her eyes, Soulburner… once known as Zophia, knew that their defeat was at hand. Her knees fell limp for a second, and it seemed as if she had lost all will to fight. [color=f26522]“Cruel and evil? What…do you fucking know.”[/color] She said, her voice shaky. [color=f26522]“WHAT DO YOU EVEN KNOW!?”[/color] She said as she lifted herself to her feet. [color=f26522]“YOU ARE THE ONES KILLING MY FANS, AND USING LETHAL FORCE!”[/color] Soulburner was crying, her eyes moist. With tears of blood. Amy for her part, had decided to play limp for the briefest moment. Despite Alexander’s assessment of her skills, she was far sturdier than he himself believed, physically on par with the beast boy, but he seemed fairly naïve. Surely if he saw her play dead, he’d give her an opening… and god damnit. He had put a barrier on top of her, didn’t he? It was then when she noticed the state of her friend, and the normally playful and collected Amy went rightfully ballistic, starting to try and break the barrier with everything she had got. [color=ed1c24]“Zophia, NO!”[/color] She pleaded, Soulburner’s real name slipping from her lips. [color=ed1c24]“DON’T DO IT!”[/color] But her words never reached Soulburner, as the barrier was still in place. She had started her guitar solo once more. Even though the scenario was imploding. That her clones were gone. That both her allies were downed. She stood there, proud, shrugging off the tears, her own life being consumed as she kept going on with her blood magic, spirit energies around her. [center][hider] [youtube=3dZBzDUXiN4] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3dZBzDUXiN4 [/youtube] [/hider][/center] It was a veritable storm. Of sorrow. Of anger, of regret. The wind and sound cut like knifes, not of cold and flesh, but soul. Indeed, a myriad of spectral shockwaves assaulted both lily and Alexander, the latter being just barely magically sturdy to not reel from the onslaught. However, Lily, as speedy and as electrically charged as she was, the attack would cut through her defenses like butter. [right][i][color=f26522] Why. Why can’t we have good things? Why our mothers abandoned us? Why I was born like this? Why only a horror heard our plights? Why can’t Beacon leave us alone? Why did you kill my fans and brought my friends to heel? I hate you I loathe you. I despise YOU. DIE WITH ME. [/color][/i][/right] Eventually, sooner or later, the onslaught ceased, as Soulburner’s guitar exploded in a hundred of pieces, her magical suit vanishing alongside her now, normal limp body. It was then when Amy’s desperate attack paid off, as she slipped from the barrier, and jumped to grab her friend’s body. [color=ed1c24]“No…nononono…Zophia, hey, wake up…”[/color] She said, all aggression and smugness abandoning her. [color=ed1c24]“Don’t leave me. Don’t…”[/color] She cradled the now inert body against her, not making a move, before standing against the survivors. [color=ed1c24]“Well…I guess you win. Heh. I hope you choke on the reward or whatever.”[/color] Amy said, pulling her own blade. “[color=ed1c24]I gotta care of this dummy on the next life…”[/color] She said, eyeing Tenebra. [color=ed1c24]“I’m sorry Therese… you’ll have to go on without me. Unlike me and Zophia… you have talent…”[/color] She eyed Alexander. [color=ed1c24]“A pity we can’t dance again, handsome…”[/color] The blade pierced the heart. And a second foe fell, never to rise again. The fairies wept. The stage vanished. Mother and child looked at the scene from their hideout, and hesitantly asked themselves if it was safe now.