//------------------------------// // Narrow // Story: Conclusion // by FicFacFlac //------------------------------// They all squeaked in unison when the princess arrived. RD and AJ had just picked her up from the podium, right at the front of Canterlot High School. The greeted her with the upmost welcome, but they had to act fast. It was already nighttime, and they have to leave sooner or later. Twilight checks her watch, hoping that they weren’t that far off into the night. 9 PM. Fuck. They were late. Sure, picking up Princess Twilight was one thing, but the amount of time they took, casually walking up to scene, with no intent on rushing in order to save time, was stupid to begin with. And now, it had it’s visible toll. 2 hours. They had 2 hours left. 2 hours to at least get a lead on something, becuase right now, they got nothing. All except their broken friend and the weapon of choice, ready to go for full autopsy tommorow. Twilight rushes over to the 6, before exclaiming them the news. “All right girls, I know that we haven’t met up in a long time, but we have to hurry. It’s already 9.” The others didn’t say anything, but instead, just nod. The princess walks up to her counterpart, asking her the fable question she was hoping for. “Where’s the writing?” “It’s upstairs. But it made quite the mess.” RD casually interupted their speech, since they don’t want the princess to go any closer to Sunset’s body. Besides, it would be a waste of time if she passes out, too. “Y-You don’t need to go there! I have a photo of it right here!” She says, all while lifting up her phone from the left pocket, swiping it to the picture of the Old Ponish symbols. She zoomed the picture, making sure not to let her see any part of Sunset. Twilight gives RD a small ‘Thanks’ wink and walked off. Princess Twilight squints her eye, as she tried to read of the symbols. It did take quite the while, since it was all covered in splattered blood. After a full solid 5 minutes of waiting, and anticipation, she got it. “Girls, I think I can read this.” Instantly, all the other girls jumped up and rushed over to the princess, obviously waiting to know the sentence. “What is it? What is it?” Pinkie Pie asks, as she jumps around, like somebody on a full on sugar rush. “Well, her it goes.” They wait. And Princess Twilight announces the word. “C.” “H.” “S.” She makes a questioned face for a moment, before looking over at the girls, who’s faces are slightly shocked, and dazed. “What does that mean? And, are you guys okay?” Applejack was the first to respond. “CHS.” Immediately, the princess looks down, now knowing the full meaning behind those three letters. Guilt rushes over her system, as she blames herself for telling them the sad truth. “I-I can’t believe it. Somebody, at our school, for fuck’s sake, did this jackshit. I just- ARRGH!” RD shouts, and as soon as her sentence was finished, she punched the nearest thing to her, albeit a valuable object or not. Her hand smashes through the glass countertop, as it cracks, and luckily, stays that way. Fluttershy goes over to the mad RD, trying to calm her down. Even though deep inside, Fluttershy is at the same level of anger right now. “There, there, RD. Calm down.” She took a few deep breaths, and soon, her temper was back to normal. “Well, this narrows it down.” Applejack exclaims. Even though the thought was infuriating, it was the truth. They had nothing to do now. Sure, they found the body, got the knife, found some evidence here and there, but that was it for today. Or maybe so. There was one thing left to do. The autopsy. “Wait a second, the knife!” she squeaked. Instantly, she goes over to the counter, where the knife was placed. She grabs it, and the Ziplock bag covering the knife, and yelped to her friends. “I can probably find some fingerprints here! Sure, it might not be a full autopsy, but it still gets the job done!” At this point, they were baffled. Surely an autopsy would be done to recover something else than just fingerprints, right? But at that point, they didn’t give a damn. The most important thing is to find the fingerprints, and that was about it. “How about we do it like this. Rarity and Twilight will go ahead and do the fingerprint- whatever, and the rest of us can do some things on our own.” They all agree. And with that, off they go. Twilight was quick to get the fingerprint session going. She kept constantly asking Rarity for materials that she would need, like a doctor and the nurse. The list of things goes on and on and on. Some of the things that she remembered were flour, brush, talcum powder, and some water, since she was thirsty. The princess, however, had some other plans. She went ahead and grabbed some red markers from a drawer, which took her quite the time, and she ordered the rest of the girls to write down any possible names that they remembered, which those people are in CHS. And immediately, the cracked tabletop, from now empty, to now filled with names and red smudges. Once they were sure they had written down every name, they began the process of elimination. They crossed out the people who in no way had no relationship with the murder. This includes their life with Sunset, their alibi, their personal life (as far as the girls know of couse) and some other determined factors. This process was painstakingly long, but it was worth it in the end. They had crossed off quiet a lot of people. The remaining few were only roughly about 20 or so people. Sure, it might seem like a waste of time, since they can have the fingerprint soon, but this is just for information. They don’t know if it’s a single man plan or a group. If it is conducted by a group, they have a general field on who to target. Finally, after a brutalising 30 minutes of fingerprint finding, and name eliminations, both of them had done it. All of them were seemingly happy, until Fluttershy asked them a question. “Uhm, that’s good and all, but what do we do with the fingerprint?” “We can always check the school data for it.” Pinkie Pie says. “But the school would never let us do that.” In a way, she has a point. But nevertheless, her point was easily knocked off the board. “That doesn’t mean we can’t do it.” RD argues. “What do you mean, RD?” “We can always sneak in.” “And seeing that this fingerprint will get bad the longer it’s in the open, the more it dilutes. I suggest we go tonight.” Twilight briefly mentions. “All right then.” Fluttershy agrees. So does the rest of them. They finally have a lead. They found a fingerprint, limited the suspect count, and has the princess on their side. Now, it’s about to begin. The endgame.