Torture Ten – Snowanna

Snowanna tried to be the most mature of the racing bunch but even as she was lead down the halls, her hands bound and her glasses taken away from her, she was finding it to be a difficult challenge to stay on top.

It was bad enough that she was being severally punished for her past crimes but without her glasses, she couldn't even SEE what she was about to come up against. Everything was a blur; the guards, the walls, EVERYTHING.

The only thing that remained with her was her beloved guitar, the instrument strapped on her back as it was the last thing she had grabbed before she was pulled from her home.

"Not so singy now are ya?" said a guard, musing about Snowanna's usually cheerful and bright singing voice. She didn't want to talk as she walked as she had nothing TO talk about.

Gloom, despair, anger, sadness?

They were all things that the racer usually tried to avoid and as she was feeling a combination of all four….

"Speak now, or forever hold your tongue!"

Vanellope.

Snowanna knew she was lavishing in all the tortures she had arranged, the sno-cone racer dreading what was to come to her next.

She would only feel a BIT better if she could actually SEE.

The guards lead the small girl into a room, pulling the guitar off her back.

"W-wait-!"

An unfriendly SHOVE sent the girl tumbling back, the door slamming her face.

So many cells, just like the others.

Snowanna sat on the floor, her knees drawn to her face as she awaited the punishment that was to come to her. She was usually to brave in situations that the others felt weary over but this time around she knew that she didn't stand a chance.

There was just something about the atmosphere that told the girl that things were only going to go downhill and FAST.

Vanellope was determined to see that each racer SUFFER for what they had done to her and from the way the princess had laughed and cackled at the other, nothing was to be spared.

But she knew she had to remain calm.

A bad fate was to come to her but in the last few moments before it came, she had that moment of solace. That moment of peace.

And whenever things were peaceful, there was always something Snowanna loved to do.

"La la la la le lo la….."

She loved to sing.

"S-U-G-A-R, jump into your racing kart. Sugar Rush. Sugar Rush…."

There was something ironic to how Snowanna sang the song. Whenever she sang the anthem of her home, there was always so much light and love in her words, in the melody. Everyone saw it, everyone noticed and everyone loved it.

That's what Snowanna was known for.

Music.

Beautiful music.

"Mmmm, keep singing…" a voice cackled over the intercom "It sounds so sweet…but I'm sure it will be even better once all the fun begins."

Snowanna stood up on her feet, looking about. She squinted her eyes, the entire place just a blur.

"I know you're there, princess…." She said in a calm voice "But I'm surprised ya didn't come in to view this yourself."

"I have too many of your 'activities' to view!" the princess responded playfully "I'd miss out if I chose just ONE of you guys to torment."

The rainbow racer scowled "Ya know, revenge just doesn't end one way, sweet-heart."

"I keep hearin' that, but I just don't care…."

"Ever think what's gonna happen when somethin' bigger comes inta play?"

"Ever think about what happens when ya don't shut your MOUTH, Snowy?" the girl spat angrily "Don't ya dare think about lecturin' me right now! I a much too busy!"

Snowanna shut her eyes tight; Vanellope wasn't going to listen to her so why even bother?

Snowanna had always prided herself in acting as the big sister to everyone in the game but as she thought about her past actions, what type of girl had she been? To be led on by such a monster as King Candy, such a terrible move.

And now she was paying for every bit of it.

"Yeah, keeps those lips of yours shut…." Vanellope growled "Or don't. Because otherwise I wouldn't be able to hear you!"

Hear her against what?

"STUPID RAINBOW HAIRED BRAT!"

The loud screeching of an unknown figure filled the room, making Snowanna fall to the ground and duck in fear.

Who in the arcade WAS that? The voice wasn't familiar but it sure was scary, and LOUD, enough to ring in the girl's ears. She shivered but got back to her feet.

"W-what in the-?!"

"YA THINK YA CAN SING?! YA THINK YA CAN DANCE!?"

More loud insults came crashing through, the force powerful enough to blow the hapless racer into the wall. She slid down, her hearing starting to get as terrible as her vision but it was only starting. The pain had only begun.

"HAHAHAHHA! YOU THINK YOU CAN DRIVE?! YOUR RACIN' SUCKS!"

"LAST PLACE AS USUAL?! MAKES SENSE FOR SNOWANNA!"

"HORRIBLE VOICE! HORRIBLE DRIVER!"

So many insults but where were they all coming from? The girl put her hands to her ears as she tried to block out the sounds but it was no use, they were everywhere.

"GAAAAH! WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?!"

The invisible choir continued to spray their hatred upon Snowanna, their voices becoming louder and louder the more she struggled to fight against it. It was if the girl was being dealt the same type of torture that had been given to Vanellope all those years before, years and years of insults being given to her in ten folds.

But it wasn't as if Snowanna herself was unfamiliar with the jeers. It wasn't as if Snowanna had never heard people talking behind her back about something she had.

Her hair.

Her glasses.

Her driving.

So many things to choose from, one could spend HOURS picking them.

There was always something but in the past, Snowanna was able to escape it. She was able to escape with her true passion, the freedom that music gave her.

But this time around, there was no music. Just hate; raw, unfiltered HATE.

She fell to her knees as the screaming continued, the chanting making her body feel numb and sore.

"S-STOP!" she bellowed, her mind making it seem as if the people were all around her "I'M-I'M NOT LIKE THAT!"

LIAR!

STUPID RAINBOW HAIRED BULLY

"SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!"

AW, DOES THE BABY WANT US TO STOP?

DOES THE BABY WANNA CRY?

LOOK AT HER HAIR! IT'S SO WEIRD!

IT'S SO STUPID!

AND THOSE GLASSES!

FOUR EYES!

NO WONDER SHE CAN'T DRIVE!

HAHAHAHAHAH!

Snowanna felt the ringing in her ears grow worse, feeling as if her ear-drums would BURST at any moment but maybe that was it. Maybe that was the point. If Vanellope surrounded the girl with enough insults, enough hate, she would be too numb to hear anything.

Her favorite music included.

The poor girl tried to fight on but it was a losing battle. The sound in the room had been pumped up to a level where no human body should have been able to stand the force. The area was quaking worse than a shaken bowl of Jell-O and inside, Snowanna felt as if she were being torn apart! Her screams were all but silenced in the room as it boomed and blasted sound after sound after sound into her.

But Snowanna knew she was stronger than this.

She knew she was better than this.

She was facing against a monster of a ruler and even with the punishment before her, who said she had to succumb to it? Who said she couldn't fight back?

Fight back? Snowanna was helpless in the room, her ears in horrific pain and her body feeling as if it were been torn apart from the loud vibrations of the sound waves.

What was her body going through? This couldn't result in anything good.

She sobbed as she floated above the floor, the blasting screams keeping her afloat. She looked out towards the corner of her eyes, seeing several guards outside the cell messing with something. She couldn't make it out but she soon say the familiar rainbow colors.

Her guitar.

Her prized guitar.

The guards were now handling it roughly, tossing it about as if it were some mere toy.

"N-N-N-N-N-NO!" Snowanna wailed, her tiny voice blended in with the sonic booms of the room, her hands stretched out towards the window. The guards continued to mess with the guitar, laughing and carrying on with it right outside the window.

They were taunting her. They were taunting her and they enjoyed it.

They knew she couldn't escape, they knew she couldn't reach out.

They wanted to see her suffer as much as she could.

But this was the final straw.

She had been nearly blinded without her glasses, had old wounds reopened by insults, her body battered and bruised by pulsing sound waves….

And NOW they were messing with her guitar.

Her face twisted in anger, her throat tightening as she could feel the rage building up from within. She could feel herself getting hotter and hotter, parts of her hair starting to glow.

"Put down that guitar! NOW!" she bellowed, parts of her voice starting to break through. Still, she was not heard by the others.

A guard picked the item off the ground and pretended to play it, a goofy look on his face in an attempt to impersonate the trapped racer.

Rage.

Nothing but RAGE.

The racer clenched her fist, not noticing the strange burst of light that were starting to form around her hands. Purple lights, pink lights, all sorts of lights. They seemed to resemble the waves that were being blasted towards her but the waves she started to produce seemed brighter, they seemed more energetic.

And they were all powered by HER.

"PUT IT DOWN!" Snowanna roared, her voice deeper this time "PUT THE GUITAR DOWN!"

The guards ignored her and then….

*Slip*

Out of the hands the stringed instrument fell….

And with a small crash.

"Whoops!"

It was now lying in a heap on the floor.

Everything came to a halt in Snowanna's mind. Her vision was still horribly blurry and her ears were still ringing but she could see it all.

And she was seeing RED.

A growl formed, soft at first but it started to grow.

It grew louder.

And louder.

AND LOUDER.

"Stupid…." The girl rumbled "MOTHER FLUBBIN' BUTT-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLES!"

Such power from such a tiny person!

A massive blast of sound BROKE from the room, Snowanna's scream CRASHING into the cell and breaking it apart. Her shout was so powerful that it even disrupted the sound system that had been used against her, her notes causing everything inside of it to shatter and break.

Now the only sounds that could be heard were that of Snowanna's angered roar but after a moment or two.

She stopped.

She stood on the ground, glaring daggers at her captors as she stomped towards them. They were in pain, the massive sound wave catching them off guard as their bodies stung and their ears rang but as Snowanna marched her way out of the cell she passed them by, ignoring them.

She couldn't see but she could make out the remains of her guitar on the floor.

She reached down and picked it up, inspecting the tangled mass of strings and the broken body.

She.

Was.

FURIOUS!

The first guard manage to crawl over to the girl and took a hold of her ankle "H-Hey! What do you think-?!"

Snowanna spun around, a horrid look of hate on her face as she glared at the guard. He gasped, seeing just how upset the racer was but before he could move she opened her mouth….

"Hands OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFF!"

With TWO words the guard was THROWN out of the cell through the brick walls, his screams fading the further he got.

Such power.

Such LOUD power.

Snowanna looked down at her guitar, the bits still hanging in her hands. She held onto it as if it were a person she loved, its managed pieces clutched tight. She felt her ears twitching as she looked to the side, seeing the other guards trying to escape.

"Oh…" she said, a sinister smile on her face and her voice surprisingly hushed this time "Ya guys goin' so soon? I thought ya enjoyed my music!"

The guards froze, cowering in terror at the girl before them. Darkness was in her eyes as she gazed down upon them, her smile spreading.

"Hold on, I think I have the perfect song for you."

She pointed a finger, her lips curled cutely.

"Boys! I have some real good things planned for you!"

The guards were met with bright waves of color that came from Snowanna's mouth, the waves hitting their bodies hard and lifting them up without control. Snowanna opened her eyes again, such playfulness showing through.

"You're gonna lead me to the princess an' soon!"

The guards began to dance uncontrollably, their limbs being twisted and turned painfully the more Snowanna sang and danced with them.

"She thought she could get me with my own game?"

The forced dancing continued, Snowanna only adding her own moves to strike more fear into those under her control. She waved her arms in the air, rainbow sound-waves floating at her fingertips.

"MMMM! She thought wrong, such a shame!"

Snowanna continued to move, her dancing graceful and sweet, only accented by the sound waves that followed her. Behind her, the guards were crying out in pain, unable to stop themselves but also the great damage that was being inflicted upon them.

But why should Snowanna care?

They had tried to break her spirit and they had broken her guitar.

What was a little DANCING going to do?

"C'mon BOYS! I know ya can do better than that!"

The guards sobbed, their limbs flopping about as Snowanna moved them like puppets to her will.

"NO?" the racer said, her brows raised. Her eyes once again darkened, her frown cutting deep "Then SIT YO BUTTS DOWN!"

Those last words BOOMED throughout the room, shooting at the guards with such force that they EXPLODED from the waves, cookie mush and crumbs going everywhere.

And in the midst of it stood a small racer.

She looked down at her guitar once more, frowning at the sight but as she gazed upon it, she knew what to do. She raised her hand into the air, closing her eyes.

"Snap, snap, snap….."

Waves of sound came forth, their color enveloping her guitar. Their swirled, their twirled and finally….

*FWIIISH!*

The guitar was fixed and better than ever. It rested in Snowanna's hands but another *SNAP* came from her hands.

The waves of sound began to twist and form, warping into yet another shape.

Her much beloved designer glasses.

And finally she could see.

"Ah, perfection…." The girl sang, the sound waves coming out as pink hearts "I wonder how many people I will see on my way to the princeeeeeess…."

A few notes were plucked on the strings of the guitar, their sounds so soft and graceful.

But the evil smile returned, the racer gripping the neck harder.

She hit the strings with more force, the sounds BLASTING from the instrument and in that BLAST the wall came tumbling down.

And like so many before her, the small racer began her trek to find the princess.