After she eventually wandered home, Sunset stripped off her clothes piece-by-piece on the way to her bathroom, and stepped into a hot shower, like the waters could wash away her sins. Steam rose in wisps about her tender curves. For a moment she was able to close her eyes and smile. Then her lip trembled and she broke out into choking sobs which wracked her to the very core. She was a terrible person. Beyond redemption.

Even if her friends decided to stay at her side she'd likely spend the rest of her life in prison. She could always run back to Equestria, but how could she possibly face Twilight now? Stumbling from the tub, she turned off the faucet, and wandered over a tiled floor. She looked in the mirror above the sink nearby and saw a murdered innocent stare back. She screamed and punched it full-force with a balled up fist, smashed it into bloody fragments, barely felt the tiny shards now embedded in her raw knuckles.

“It should've been me.” Glass chunks clouded over and dripped scarlet. She didn't even bother to towel off, wandered aimlessly back to her bedroom, and threw herself face-first into the bed sheets. She tried to bury herself there and shut out the world.

A couple hours passed before she cried herself so much the tears wouldn't come anymore. Nor could she sleep, the scene where her double took a baseball bat to her skull repeated each time she shut her eyes. She opened a drawer filled with a wide variety of bras and panties, fished around for a locked box hidden at the very bottom, and recovered the key from her discarded coat's pocket. She popped it open.

What she expected to find was her Geode. Instead she found a colorful powdery substance which shimmered under the muted light. “What the hell...?” Somehow her precious stone had been smashed. The Dazzlings? Aria certainly could've broken in sometime she was away. She sat there for a while and picked out the bits still trapped in her flesh. What the hell should she do now? Finish her work, she supposed.

Modeling with her friends and winning some stupid contest seemed unimportant now. Why had she pushed them so hard into it? Just to feel better? Was she truly the monster the sirens claimed? She sniffled. Maybe she would be better off with them...

She scooped up the glittery substance and to her surprise it seemed to resonate in response. It lit up and hummed and seemed to absorb into her skin and suffuse her with a supernatural warmth. Almost like she'd soaked up some form of magic. And somehow she sensed this wasn't the first time she'd done this. Like the memories were blocked off and hazy. More confusion set in after she considered all the possibilities.

Outside the nondescript house waited the sirens who intermittently peered inside. Under strict orders from Adagio, they had tampered with Sunset's food and water whenever possible, drugged her into compliance, routinely sneaking into her home. They'd started with small doses so she wouldn't notice then slowly escalated the amount. Pretty soon their prey had ended up lost in a perpetual sea of confusion. She was practically an empath by nature; able to read and manipulate emotions like them. The only difference was that she'd decided to use that perception to help others instead of herself.

They fed her a combination of half-truths, preyed on her vulnerabilities, determined to make them their fourth sister. Aria peeked in with one eye. “Whoa! Looks like she's really taken this to heart!” Their would-be sister had removed a particularly sharp knife from the kitchen, and vanished once she retreated into the bathroom.

Sonata chewed on her lower lip. “Should we intervene?”

“No. Think of this as one final test.” Adagio folded her arms while they took shelter under the porch from the rain. “She's stronger than that. You'll see.” She'd been a worthy rival. Perhaps the only woman she'd ever consider her equal.”

Aria tapped a foot impatiently. “Think she'll swipe her friend's Geodes?”

“We already directed her to smash her own stone,” their leader said. “Looks like my theory was spot-on. She's been able to absorb its potential and made it a part of her. She's become so persuasive it's hard for any of her friends to say no.”

“She'll be a perfect siren!” Sonata bounced from foot-to-foot. “Oh, I'm so happy! I always wanted another sister! Preferably one who isn't mean to me all the time!”

“Piss off. You need someone to whip that flabby ass into shape,” said Aria.

“The trouble is hypnosis is tricky. Typically you can't make someone do anything they wouldn't normally be willing to. However, we've worked Sunset over so much she's started to believe she's her old self. First, all we needed to do was convince her the Geode was a threat. Then that she needed to win that contest to help her friends.”

Sonata waved a pendant about she often practiced with. “I told you hypnosis wasn't a waste of time!” They often slipped into her bedroom, placed her under their control with sweet whispers and a pendant, then filled her ears with simple instructions.

With their combined talents they didn't even need their powers anymore. Of course they would come in handy once her plan came to fruition. Perhaps once they claimed the other Geodes they could absorb their powers and practically be back to their old selves. Their was a whole wide world ready to be crushed into submission under their heel.

Sunset filled her tub with hot water, laid back until she'd almost submerged herself entirely, and stared down at her beautiful curves. Only even now she couldn't see anything other than that other woman she'd replaced. With a trembling hand she clasped the kitchen knife, which gleamed in the light, and touched it to a visible vein on her wrist. All she had to do was trace the tip down the skin and open it up.

At the least she'd make for a beautiful corpse. She truly would be the ultimate suicidal girl then. The name was coined because it was supposed to be social suicide to dress and act that way; now that she knew the truth about herself that idea seemed quite trivial to her. She'd been a social pariah the moment she'd accidentally committed a murder.

What would her friends think when they found out? That she was a selfish coward? Maybe they'd simply pity her, and choose to remember her best moments, rather than her worst. Should she leave a confession for them in a suicide note?

She draped herself there so long her skin started to turn to mush. Her head swam. She watched the lazy rise-and-fall of heavy breasts, buoyant upon the calm surface.

“No...I can't do it.” She tossed the weapon aside with a clatter. She had to model with her friends first, at least. Maybe even talk them out of this. She owed them that much. After that she'd come clean and accept whatever punishment society deemed she deserved. This was her home. She was a human now and had to obey their laws.

More tears pitter-pattered into the bathwater. She started to doze off and hummed a familiar tune the sirens often whispered into her ears whenever she slumbered. “You didn't know that you fell. Oh-whoa-oh. Oh-whoa-oh. Now that your under our spell...”

Author's Notes:

Going more from Revenge of the Nerds to Heathers. Hopefully the next chapter will be somewhat lighter! Why does my mind always take a darker turn?!