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// Silent 
// Story: Monsters in the Light 
// by PhoenixDragon44 
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It was a solemn day in the Manehatten Detectives Bureau. Everyone had read the paper the depressed mailmare posted.





BREAKING NEWS


In the small settlement known as Ponyville, two consecutive murders took place. The two victims of this horrendous act were two school fillies of the ages eleven and twelve. Their names being Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. The two's relation being that they were friends with each other. After speaking with the victims parents, it was reported by Diamond Tiara's mother, Spoiled Rich, that, "I had awoken by the sounds of my daughter screaming. Frantic, I ran up the steps and to her room where she was still screaming in torture and agony. I tried to open the door, but it was locked and barricaded! It was utter torture to hear her screams and broken sobs only a door away from me, yet not being able to do anything about it..." when one off the local guard detachments arrived on scene, they were able to knock the door down to reveal a disheveled room in which Diamond Tiara was brutally and viciously torn apart. Leaning up against the wall was the upper torso and head of Diamond Tiara. Above it, written on the wall in her blood was the text, DoN't hURt PoNIes FeelInGs, OThErs mIgHt TAkE SyMpAthY oN ThEM.
It was also reported by Silver Spoon's parents, who wish that their names not be disclosed that, "We woke in the morning and got ready for work at 6:25 and eventually noticed that Silver Spoon was not out of her room yet, it was strange because, she usually gets up around the same time we do. We went to her room and walked in only to see... I can't even describe the heartbreak and horrors that were in that room. And the worst thing is that... we didn't hear a thing..."
Silver Spoon lay in bed as if she were asleep but the blankets and mattress were soaked with blood and her head was disconnected from the rest of her body. On the wall above her head was another message written in her blood that read,
Do nOt INvOlvE YoUrSElf iN ActIviTiES wItH ThOSe wHo WisH To hArm OtHeRs. 


One in particular who read it was Private Detective Clue Finder. The top detective at the MDB. He was a unicorn with yellow for and a purple mane and tail. He had blue eyes that were light and crisp in color. He had seen this and while no-one was looking, smiled. Much more at the prospect of business than the excitement the event portrayed of the future. He awaited the call he knew would come. The call that informed him to head out.
It took a while, but eventually, a knock came to his door and the "chief" came in.

"Mr. Clue." The aged mare known only as "chief," said, "a message came in for you. It's from Princess Celestia herself asking for you specifically to solve this case." She held up a manila folder which he took. "I assume you read the paper?" She asked. He nodded,

"Yes, it's kind of hard not to when everypony's talking about it." His voice was a bit higher than those of his age, it gave him some hassle with jeers from others, but Clue managed through it at those times. Chief made to leave the room,
"This might be a bit more than usual, but you can handle this, can't you?" She asked. He nodded with a small smile that masked the wolvish grin that wanted to take over his face.

"Piece of cake." She nodded and left the room. He was sitting at a desk and was in a swivel chair. Knowing the walls were thick enough, he spun around in the chair while giggling in excitement. 'this is going to be fun!' He thought before looking at a clock that hung above his door. It was five forty seven, 'almost time for me to go home.' he began going through all the current information in the manila folder for the new case.



It was eight thirty one at night and Clue Finder was walking the slums of Manehatten on a detoured path home. He whistled a tune as he happily walked. The fact that the is area had a higher crime rate did not put him on edge. In fact, it made him expectant and giddy. His heart stopped when five burly ponies stepped out from hiding spots in the streets. They wielded big pieces of wood, pipes, bats, and other things that could make a weapon.

"Give us all of your bits and you won't get any trouble." One of the buffer stallions said. He was obviously the leader of their little group. Clue reached inside the coat he was wearing, and pulled out a previously concealed cleaver before giving them an insane smile.

He began to stagger toward them...