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Jun
1st
2017

PREVIEW// "The Devil of Hillrock Heights" · 8:43pm Jun 1st, 2017

PREVIEW FOR FOREVER INFERNO CHAPTER ONE


BODY DUMPED AT GINGER ALE’S

Behind the anchorstallion was the live-footage of a crime scene. It was a montage of panic-stricken civilians, nosy reporters, frustrated police detectives, and yellow police tape.

“Big Sis, what’s wrong?” Having noticed their sister’s sudden interest in the television, the two younger siblings came to Jazzmania’s side and turned their attention to the TV as well. In the middle of it all was a dead corpse. It lay on the ground covered in a white sheet, red splotches tainting its surface. Whoever this pony was, he hadn’t died peacefully.

“Sweet Celestia…” Terra gasped softly as Jaxlynn cursed, slipping off her headphones once more. Jazzmania said nothing, her mug held close to her lips and golden eyes unwavering.

“An Earth pony stallion was found dead in front of Ginger Ale’s Liquor House early this morning,” the anchorstallion stated. “Witnesses have reported to seeing a car speeding off just moments after the body was dumped at the site.”

An image popped up on the screen beside him. It was the gritty still-footage from a security camera of one of the businesses across from Ginger Ale’s. It showed a rapidly moving black car; it was a little hard to see since the footage was in black-and-white.

“Due to the nature of the situation and the witnesses’ statements, police suspect it’s the workings of the notorious vigilante, known as The Devil of Hillrock Heights.”

The still-footage was then replaced with another image. It was a snapshot of graffiti art. It showed a black car bursting out of a wall of glass. Its wheels and BDS blower was engulfed in flames, and a man was standing on its hood. He wore black leathers and in his hands were two sharp knives, a long, fiery chain connecting them. The most dominating aspect of him was his face. It was a slightly charred, flaming white skull. He had glowing red eyes and an evil skeletal grin. It was a rather grotesque sight.

Grotesque, indeed, Jazzmania thought to herself, a cold expression befalling her features...

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