//------------------------------// // What a beautiful morning... // Story: CSI Manehattan // by Alamut //------------------------------// Good morning Manehattan! “Mmm...”A moan left my muzzle. ”Night... Why don't you last forever...” I muttered under my breath still half asleep. Here’s Rainbow Swirl with the news. Princess Celestia has announced that she and Princess Luna will both attend this year’s running of the leaves in Ponyville on Friday. This is surely a great honor for the little community and some of the bearers of the Elements of Harmony should also be expected. The Mayor announced... The voice in the radio didn’t stop blabbing. I clenched my eyes in hope the sound would finally stop and I could get back to sleep. ... what a happy donkey isn’t he folks? Nevertheless the champs and gals from the weather patrol say that today’s gonna be sunny but a little bit windy. Don’t forget your scarves! And here, for all of you cute fillies comes Justin Beaver with his newest hit BABY! “Oh no you don’t!” I jerked up and slammed my hoof on the radio clock. The horrible sound stopped. I fell back on my pillow and let a sigh leave my breast. I rubbed my eyes with my hooves and after another pained sigh left the warmth and cosiness of my bed. I couldn’t risk falling asleep again. I stood before a full length mirror and frowned as I saw my puffy bed mane. I took a hairbrush and started to comb my mane while holding it in my fetlock. I sighed. Morning toilet was surely way easier when being a unicorn. I smiled while looking at my healthy greyish pink coat – not that I was vain or anything, you need to be healthy as a cop – and the three question marks of my cutie mark. Two blue ones on the sides and a yellow one in the middle. Seeing that my mane was straight as it always was I laid down the brush, grabbed my black hoodie, hung my badge around my neck, bonded my mane into a ponytail and trotted out of my apartment. Three stories lower I turned left and started my morning canter. 10 miles every morning. From my flat to Canterlot Park and back. It was a good way to keep my body in shape. The hardest part was always waking up before dawn... It was still dark outside yet the faint glow in the east indicated that Celestias day was going to start any moment now. The streets were almost empty. Three bucks with a garbage cart were emptying the dumpsters along the road. As I cantered beside them I noticed the look one of them was giving me – he was checking out my flanks. Perverted gelding... It was fairly normal run. Shopkeepers cleaning and opening their little stores for early customers. Dailies getting delivered to the newspaper stands. Two stallions, merely colts mugging an elderly gentlepony in a sight alley... Fuck. I stopped in my tracks. The morning canter wouldn’t be as peaceful as I hoped. I trotted into the narrow alley, some old papers rustling under my hooves. “MCG! Don’t move!” I shouted while pulling out and showing them my badge. The two bucks looked my way. One was a skinny, lime colored unicorn with a purple mane, wearing a grey hoodie showing the logo of the Manehattan Maulers on its back. He had a cannabis leaf for a cutie mark. Way of a special talent... The nervous way he smiled seemed pretty high for my taste. The other one was a brutish earth pony with a copper coat, a yellow mane and stubby beard. There was a baseball bat on his flank. Unlike the unicorn he was very muscled and at least a head taller than me. “Fuck da gard!” Screamed the hornhead, pulling out a switch blade with his magic. “We sure will bro. Look what a fine piece of flank we got here.” Laughed the other fucker, walking at me with a wicked grin. I eyed to the stallion on the ground. He seemed unconscious but I couldn’t see any traces of blood. At least they didn’t stab him. I gazed back to the red buck and grinned myself, as he came in my range. “I’m sure you would like to you lunkhead.” I said and spun around. Both my hind legs shot out as I bucked his muzzle with all my strength. The stallion fell back with a yelp, blood streaming from his nose. I hoped it was broken. “Fugh hou bikh!” He roared while holding his muzzle with both of his fore hooves. I jumped ahead and slammed my right hoof into his temple. The goon fell to the ground. “Bitch!” I turned my head and felt a waft of air by my face. If it weren’t for that movement the other buck would have slashed my throat open with his switch blade. I dodged another wild swing and rolled under the second one. The third sliced through my hoodie. I snarled and used an opening to shorten the distance between us. The magic field imploded around the knife as I slammed my left hoof into his horn. I heard a satisfying crack and the unicorn screamed in pain. I slammed my right hoof into his face and he hit the ground, still whimpering and holding the cracked horn in his hooves. I stood above him for a few seconds, but he wasn’t in any shape to fight further on. I was breathing heavily and I had to force myself to not to pummel his head any further. I took a deep breath and took a few steps to the stallion the two had mugged. He was an older buck with a grey coat and a bluish mane. He had a pocket watch for a cutie mark. Surely a shop owner, who took a shortcut through the alley. Bruised as he was he was still alive. I took out my phone and called 911. I brushed away some lose pink strands from my face and saw blood on my hoof. The swing that sliced through my hoodie had also cut my cheek. I growled under my breath eying the whimpering unicorn. “911 emergency. How can we help you?” Asked a voice on the other end of the line. “Detective Pie speaking. There was a mugging in an alley near Grain Avenue and Fetlock Square. The victim is injured and unconscious. There are also two suspects. I need a guard patrol and an ambulance.” I said with a calm voice. “Understood. A patrol and an ambulance are on their way.” “Take your time” I sighed and looked up into the now lead coloured sky. A few raindrops fell on my muzzle. “So much for a sunny day I guess...”