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// Chapter 2 - The First Night. 
// Story: Salem 
// by Lucy_Marigold 
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Chapter 2 - The First Night.


The thin mare slipped her head out of her doorway, glancing around slowly as she crept forward. She galloped across the courtyard, her hooves clapping against the dirt path. She entered another’s house, she shut the door behind herself with a pale gold glow of magic. She tore off her cloak, revealing her pale blonde hair as it cascaded down her neck. Mercy discarded the cloak on the floor, it landing in a heaped pile on the wooden floor. She walked down the hallway, entering another room. Gathered in the room were two other ponies, both sitting in chairs with their hooves placed on the wooden table. Lucy glanced up from the parchment on the table with a smile. “Ah, the Godfather finally arrives. What took you so long, cousin?” Lucy asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I was held up with supper. Who are we targeting tonight, cousin?” Mercy replied, taking her seat. She pulled the parchment forward, looking at it, intrigued. 

“Scarlet?” She muttered out loud. “Alright. Off you go Lucy, do your job. Telling me if you fail to kill her.” She ushered Lucy out of the room with a wave of her hoof, turning to the other pony at the table. “Feather Doe, I suggest you go frame Doe Spots.” With that, the mare known as Feather Doe vanished in a poof of magic, teleporting out of the house. Mercy rose slowly from her seat, pushing the wooden chair under the table before picking her cloak up and draping it over her back. She did up the clasps before pulling the hood over her head. She left the house, slipping back into the night. 

Elsewhile, a figure trotted towards a house, a black cloak covering their body. They slipped inside, the shinning knife in their hooves raised. The entered another room, a bedroom filled to the brim with books of many sizes and form. The pony bumped into a pile of books, catching the falling projectiles with their magic before it makes a noise. The cloaked unicorn piled them back up before finding a stallion asleep at a nearby desk. Mouse Pad lay on his hooves, his glasses falling off his muzzle as he let loose another snore. The figure plunged down the knife, the cool blade entering the stallion’s neck as he woke up in shock, he let loose a gurgle of screams, rapidly dying as he collapsed on the floor. The figure picked up the body, dragging it outside where they dumped it on the dirt road. They dropped a bloodied note and the stallion’s will besides the body. The Serial Killer turned their head, locking eyes with the pony behind them. Another cloaked figure stood there, gun raised. The Mafioso aimed the weapon, firing a single shot towards the pony before fleeing, turning back for a second to see if their target was dead. They weren’t.

“MERCY!” A loud voice could be heard, accompanied by banging on the back door of the mare’s home. Mercy rose from her bed, groaning in frustration. She opened the door to find Lucy standing there, panicked and fearful. She handed Mercy a slip of paper before running off, back towards her own home without an. Mercy rolled her eyes in frustration, glancing down at the note. 

‘Scarlet was immune.’ It was written in hastily scrawled hoof writing. Mercy smiled, taking the note and pulling out some parchment, a quill and a pot of ink. She lifted the quill after dipping it in ink, she wrote out her own will, knowing full well if she didn’t there was always the chance of failure. Once she was done, she lowered the quill, rolling up the scroll before placing in on her desk. She trotted into her bedroom, blowing out the candle that sat on the bedside table.