One Gloomy Night
It was a dark, smoggy night as a familiar white pony stood on the corner of a street dressed in her finest fur scarf and dress, waiting for any of the local men to rent her services for the night.
The lights around the streets light up the smog, causing all sorts of shadows to dance on the brick walls. A whistling noise could be heard in the distance by the white pony, a slow walk could be heard as hooves clopped along the cold stone pathway.
The whistling became louder, which was enough to get Rarity concerned, “Hello?” the frightened pony called out. The whistling and clopping stopped momentarily. Rarity got comfortable again, only to hear the whistling and slow clopping pick up again, making her very uneasy yet again.
Rarity eventually decided to move away from the whistling, after walking away from what she thought was the source, the whistling became louder, almost like it was getting closer. Rarity started to trot in a hurried pace. She tried to keep herself composed, but her face was plagued with worry. As she trotted on some more, the whistling seemed to come from somewhere else, Rarity instinctively went the opposite direction and down a dark alleyway.
Rarity looked behind herself as she walked through the deserted alleyway. She bumped into a dead end in the alleyway. Rarity turned around as a large, black shadow was cast on the inside wall of the alleyway. The shadow had a top hat, with a jacket the covered the mystery pony’s body. The shadow moved slowly, getting closer to Rarity.
A small, white pony with a brown patch covering one eye. He was sporting a black top hat that had a red material across the bottom of the cylinder, along with a black overcoat with a white under shirt, he sported shoes of the finest style. He wore bag that hid the contents within very well. “Oh Pipsqueak, it’s only you!” Rarity said, letting out a sigh of relief. “You scared me witless.”
Pipsqueak didn’t respond, but approached the white mare. “What do you want kid?” Rarity asked, getting a little bit suspicious about the pony facing her. As he approached her, he reached into his bag and pulled out a pair of socks scrunched up in a ball and a knife. “What are you doing with those, where did you even get them?” Asked Rarity, now starting to become afraid of Pipsqueek.
“Oh, you’ll see.” He said as he stopped in front of Rarity, “How much does it cost for the night?” He asked, a look of confusion riddled he face.
“Well it’s ab...” Rarity was interrupted mid sentence as Pipsqueak forced the rolled up socks in her mouth, chocking her. He then forced his blade into the chest of the stunning mare, “Stab, stab, stab!” He repeated each time he created a new wound, Rarity’s dress became doused in her own blood.
Rarity was stretched on her back as her eyes rolled back, after a gruelling few minutes she was finally put to peace with a swift cut of the throat. Pipsqueak then removed a small decorated box with a small scalpel in it. Pipsqueak then removed Rarity’s cutie mark with a surgeon’s precision in a neat square that fit into the box perfectly. He took the rolled up socks out of the dead pony’s mouth, they soaked up all the blood that tried escaping from the mouth as the knife penetrated her lungs, allowing blood to gush through..
He calmly and coolly put his instruments back into his bag and walked to the end of the alleyway. He looked left, then right. He walked out of the alleyway just as he had entered, strolling and whistling.
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“Local whore stabbed in back alley!” The Trottingham newspaper read as detective Twilight made her way to the crime scene, she read the rest of the article that accounted what happened.
“At 3:40am this morning, local working girl Rarity was found dead in an alley next to the Board School. Teacher Miss Cherilee came across the corpse whilst sorting arriving to the school, the sight that greeted her was a horrid mutilation of a once stunningly beautiful unicorn. “There was blood everywhere, I just ran to the police station as fast as I could.” Says Miss Cherilee, reluctant to spare any details.”
Twilight put the newspaper down as she turned the corner, only to be greeted to the sight of the local fish rapper being held back by a thin blue police line. She made her way up to the line, lifted it, ducked underneath and made her way to the crime scene.
Twilight walked up to the body, a coroner was leaning over the body. Twilight whistled when she got a full sight of the body, “Looks like someone went a little berserk with a knife.” Twilight said, not even a hint of sympathy on her face.
“Yup,” said the coroner who got up from the body slowly, still looking at them, “Someone really went mental with the knife on her, damned shame too.” He said, completely unaware of who he was talking to. Twilight looked into the coroner as he turned to face her, “Oh, Twilight, I had no idea it was you.”
“So what happened here?” Asked Twilight, wanting to cut straight to the chase, “And cut the chatter, I had a rough morning.” Twilight was in no mood to fool about, she had to get up earlier than she was use to due to the murder of Rarity, which didn’t mix well with the late night of paperwork the previous night.
“Well, it looks like she was in this alley and was stabbed about 13 times in her chest, then her throat was slit from the left side to the right,” The Coroner recited everything he knew, “It looks like something was used to stop blood from passing up out of the mouth, there’s a clogging of blood around the back of the throat. Her cutie marks on each hind leg have both been cut off, very neatly too, whoever this is clearly knew what they were doing. There also appears to have been no struggle marks, suggesting the victim knew the attacker, allowing them to get close. I can’t get a proper look until I take her back.” The Coroner said all that needed to be said.
Twilight took all the information in, memorising it all perfectly. “How come the news heard about this before I did?” Twilight asked, the newspaper would rarely ever get to a crime scene or even have any knowledge about such an atrocity.
“Someone must have tipped them off, and once the fish rapper caught wind, there was no stopping them.” Murders like these rarely happened in Trottingham, even if there was a murder they were never as bloody or as gruesome as this.
“Well keep a lid on the details, we don’t want anything like this going viral.” Twilight told the Coroner, “That goes for all of you.” She said as she turned to the rest of the police that were on sight.
After examining the scene for an hour, she realised the murder was clean, no hoofmarks on the body, nothing. Whoever did this was more intelligent than any other criminal they had ever dealt with before. Twilight turned to make her way away from the crime scene, towards the press that were ready to pounce.
As Twilight approached to line to make her way back to the station to compile a report, she was verbally attacked by a wave of questions, she took a deep breath and announced “We have things under control and we will do what we can to catch the perpetrator, now if you don’t mind me I have a job to do.” Twilight walked under the line in as the press parted.
Her escape was cut off as one journalist cut in front of her wielding a note pad and a pen, “Come on inspecta’, spill the beans we’re just tryin’ to do our jobs jus’ like you.” Twilight looked at the journalist like she was about to snap his neck.
“At least my job is worth something; now if you haven’t slung your hook in 5 seconds I’ll shove that note pad so far up your harris you’ll need to stick your pen up your nose to write on it! 5. 4. 3.” The journalist fought against the crowd to get as far away from the inspector as she could.
Twilight finally got out of the crowd and started in the direction of the station. A lone figure caught her eye, it was a lone figure with a top hat and a black jacket, he was whistling an easily recognisable tune to anyone who heard it before. He just watched the scene, almost as though he was waiting for something to happen. “Creep.” Twilight muttered under her breath, thinking nothing of the lonesome man and continued on her way.