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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4882687" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Evil Stars: Part 12 – The Show Must Go On</strong></p><p></p><p>“Okay, everybody out!” shouted a burly-looking biker. </p><p></p><p>Nina Juarez was strong-armed out by a weasely-looking thug, who shoved her roughly out of the Green Room. Then they came for Archive and Hammer.</p><p></p><p>Archive put up both hands and whispered something. Smoke billowed up around them, filling the hallway.</p><p></p><p>“Fire!” shouted one of the bikers. </p><p></p><p>The security detail, holding onto its morale by a thread, broke at the news of the fire spreading from the stage. Of course, there was no fire, only Archive’s invocations.</p><p></p><p>Hammer ducked out of sight and ran towards the Lighting & Sound room door. It was locked.</p><p></p><p>Hammer pounded on it. “Jimmy, open it!”</p><p></p><p>A second later Jim-Bean unlocked the door. “How did you know I was in here?”</p><p></p><p>“Because it’s where I would have gone. Did you just kill everyone in the theater?”</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean frowned. “No, that’s why I released the tear gas first.” On the monitors, the stage was a burning conflagration. Some of the crowd in the far back was still cheering, unaware that the entire band had been massacred.</p><p></p><p>“You just murdered three people in cold blood.”</p><p></p><p>“Four. And they were about to finish the chant,” said Jim-Bean. “And consecrate the mounds…”</p><p></p><p>“We don’t even know what Lochnar's ritual does! You caused a panic—people are going to hurt, even die, as a result of your actions.”</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean shushed him. “Hear that?”</p><p></p><p>The cameras were still rolling. The screen showed movement in the burning remains of the stage. Rising out of the wreckage, Brianne Lochnar stepped out of the debris, unharmed. </p><p></p><p>“Son of a bitch!” swore Hammer.</p><p></p><p>“I KNEW she was a sorcerer!” shouted Jim-Bean. </p><p></p><p>Brianne pulled forth from the wreckage a broken guitar. A severed wire trailed from it like a broken tail. She began to strum a chord…</p><p></p><p>“What’s she doing?” asked Hammer.</p><p></p><p>Brianne sang. Despite having a broken guitar, despite no working sound equipment, despite the death of her two band mates, the audio came through loud and clear, complete with guitar riff. The crowd stopped its panicked escape and turned as one to listen.</p><p></p><p>“<span style="font-family: 'Impact'"><span style="color: DarkOrchid">Violet flows from the wound in your chest</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Impact'"><span style="color: Black">Black is the hole in which you rest</span></span>”</p><p></p><p>Hammer and Jim-Bean screamed, clutching their ears. The sound pierced their skulls. </p><p></p><p>“The song!” shouted Jim-Bean, trying to focus through the pain. “Play it…backwards!”</p><p></p><p>“<span style="font-family: 'Impact'">Your heart of gold was ripped in two</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Impact'">Soaked in the sickness that is you.</span>”</p><p></p><p>Hammer nodded and hooked up his cistron to the sound system, wincing as his headache pounded in time with the music.</p><p></p><p>“<span style="font-family: 'Impact'"><span style="color: Silver">Grey is the box that holds my head</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Impact'"><span style="color: Yellow">Yellow's the wind when everyone's dead</span></span>”</p><p></p><p>The reverse song they had used against Billy in the Best Buy shrieked over what was left of the intercom and sound system. Brianne staggered from the audio counterassault. She strummed imaginary strings harder, and the guitar riff became a breathtaking wail. </p><p></p><p>“<span style="font-family: 'Impact'"><span style="color: Red">Red is the blood dried on the rope</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Impact'"><span style="color: Green">While green is your last hope.</span></span>”</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean flipped the gains on all of the audio equipment to the maximum.</p><p></p><p>On the monitors, Brianne’s flesh began to sizzle and pop. </p><p></p><p>“<span style="font-family: 'Impact'"><span style="color: YellowGreen">Color me green!</span></span>” she shouted, her head swelling, one eye larger than the other. Her warped lips blurted out “<span style="font-family: 'Impact'"><span style="color: YellowGreen">Green is the color of my god!</span></span>” and then she burst like a popped balloon.</p><p></p><p>The crowd cheered, screaming into hysterics. What they took to be an assault had transformed into the best damn pyrotechnics rock show the world had ever seen.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4882687, member: 3285"] [b]Evil Stars: Part 12 – The Show Must Go On[/b] “Okay, everybody out!” shouted a burly-looking biker. Nina Juarez was strong-armed out by a weasely-looking thug, who shoved her roughly out of the Green Room. Then they came for Archive and Hammer. Archive put up both hands and whispered something. Smoke billowed up around them, filling the hallway. “Fire!” shouted one of the bikers. The security detail, holding onto its morale by a thread, broke at the news of the fire spreading from the stage. Of course, there was no fire, only Archive’s invocations. Hammer ducked out of sight and ran towards the Lighting & Sound room door. It was locked. Hammer pounded on it. “Jimmy, open it!” A second later Jim-Bean unlocked the door. “How did you know I was in here?” “Because it’s where I would have gone. Did you just kill everyone in the theater?” Jim-Bean frowned. “No, that’s why I released the tear gas first.” On the monitors, the stage was a burning conflagration. Some of the crowd in the far back was still cheering, unaware that the entire band had been massacred. “You just murdered three people in cold blood.” “Four. And they were about to finish the chant,” said Jim-Bean. “And consecrate the mounds…” “We don’t even know what Lochnar's ritual does! You caused a panic—people are going to hurt, even die, as a result of your actions.” Jim-Bean shushed him. “Hear that?” The cameras were still rolling. The screen showed movement in the burning remains of the stage. Rising out of the wreckage, Brianne Lochnar stepped out of the debris, unharmed. “Son of a bitch!” swore Hammer. “I KNEW she was a sorcerer!” shouted Jim-Bean. Brianne pulled forth from the wreckage a broken guitar. A severed wire trailed from it like a broken tail. She began to strum a chord… “What’s she doing?” asked Hammer. Brianne sang. Despite having a broken guitar, despite no working sound equipment, despite the death of her two band mates, the audio came through loud and clear, complete with guitar riff. The crowd stopped its panicked escape and turned as one to listen. “[FONT="Impact"][COLOR="DarkOrchid"]Violet flows from the wound in your chest[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT="Impact"][COLOR="Black"]Black is the hole in which you rest[/COLOR][/FONT]” Hammer and Jim-Bean screamed, clutching their ears. The sound pierced their skulls. “The song!” shouted Jim-Bean, trying to focus through the pain. “Play it…backwards!” “[FONT="Impact"]Your heart of gold was ripped in two[/FONT] [FONT="Impact"]Soaked in the sickness that is you.[/FONT]” Hammer nodded and hooked up his cistron to the sound system, wincing as his headache pounded in time with the music. “[FONT="Impact"][COLOR="Silver"]Grey is the box that holds my head[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT="Impact"][COLOR="Yellow"]Yellow's the wind when everyone's dead[/COLOR][/FONT]” The reverse song they had used against Billy in the Best Buy shrieked over what was left of the intercom and sound system. Brianne staggered from the audio counterassault. She strummed imaginary strings harder, and the guitar riff became a breathtaking wail. “[FONT="Impact"][COLOR="Red"]Red is the blood dried on the rope[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT="Impact"][COLOR="Green"]While green is your last hope.[/COLOR][/FONT]” Jim-Bean flipped the gains on all of the audio equipment to the maximum. On the monitors, Brianne’s flesh began to sizzle and pop. “[FONT="Impact"][COLOR="YellowGreen"]Color me green![/COLOR][/FONT]” she shouted, her head swelling, one eye larger than the other. Her warped lips blurted out “[FONT="Impact"][COLOR="YellowGreen"]Green is the color of my god![/COLOR][/FONT]” and then she burst like a popped balloon. The crowd cheered, screaming into hysterics. What they took to be an assault had transformed into the best damn pyrotechnics rock show the world had ever seen. [/QUOTE]
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