The filly froze petrified on the spot, looking at the pony in front of her in fright. She stuttered and tripped backwards over a small stone.
"You shouldn't have done this," the adult voice said, "You shouldn't have taken it."
The filly pushed the paper she was holding behind her flank. "I-I-I d-don't know what you mean," she stuttered. The pony in front of her snorted and stepped closer towards her.
"Just like your idiot Father," they scoffed, "a terrible liar. And just like him I'm afraid it's time you were punished."
They stepped further into the shadows of the alley, a large gun-like weapon glistening in their hoof; a silencer clinging onto the end so as to not disturb the quiet ambience of the nervous town. The filly fell to the floor in tears.
"Please," she begged, "I didn't mean to. Please. No-No-N--" And with one shot she fell to the floor, silenced forever. The adult grimaced as a large pool of blood washed over their hooves. If only murder wasn't such a messy business, it would be far easier to go about one's duties. Speaking of which, there was one thing they needed before they left. That sheet of paper-- the incriminating evidence.
They stepped carefully over the corpse and tugged at the hoof of the fool. Nothing. It wasn't there? Well then where was it? Desperation crept over the pony as they pulled apart boxes and barrels, dug through mud and stones hastily searching for their prize.
"No," they muttered angrily, "this can't be happening. This can't happen again."
A whistling could be heard coming down the path nearby. The killer panicked. They had to get out of here-- and quick. Thinking fast they pulled off their mask and coat and threw them behind a crate. They'd come and get them later. There was no time for them now.
With a last grimace at the body they walked casually from the shadows and down the street, humming merrily to themselves as they went. The whistler from before carried on walking without noticing a single thing wrong. After all, it was merely a normal day in Ponyville.
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Siren knocked on the door in front of her, somewhat hesitant. It had been a very rushed idea of hers to come over here. However right now if you didn't think quickly you wouldn't be able to get anywhere around here. Despite all of Longshot's kind words after she'd discovered the body, and putting up with all of McFly's curses at her for being such a stupid mare, she hadn't managed to sleep in two days. Insomnia had claimed her, and she had to admit that for once-- she felt frightened. She hoped this trip might help her bring closure to the whole event.
"Yes?" A stallion asked opening the door. Soft-shoe peered at his visitor in confusion. "Deputy Siren?"
"Yes, hello Deputy Soft-shoe," she said with a nervous smile, "May I come in? I need to speak with you."
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Longshot grimaced as he leaned against the cold tiles of the Ponyville colts bathroom. Everything had become so stressful due to recent events. As a Police officer he wanted to do what was best and finally get his hands on the dreaded resistance that had escaped the law for so long. What a big score that would be. And then, if he managed to do that then all of these horrific murder's could finally stop. It wasn't good for any of the new 'baby' police mares and colts to have to witness these events on their first big cases. He had already lost Soft-shoe and Siren to the stressful situation- they had witnessed things they would never unsee. And he knew what that felt like.
He sighed and shuddered against the cold stones. All he wanted was to close this case finally-- was that too much to ask? Only then could he get closure. All he wanted was closure.
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McFly peered around the bar he was drinking at. All he wanted was closure right now.
Yes, as soon as their was closure on his game of darts he could go home with a brand new bright trophy and a few bottles of the good stuff. That'd be sure to impress her highness. Although, he supposed, he did want closure on this case as well-- that'd make him look really good. Even if it wasn't good enough for Celestia (since she had so far ignored his advances) surely he could have enough to impress Princess Luna or Twilight. They must both be desperate by now.
He grinned. One of those mares was going to love him for this. He just knew it.
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Soft-shoe stirred the tea in the two cups. His Mother watched him, eyebrows raised.
"Closure? You want closure? Son, you hardly know this mare, you can't be sure you can trust her," she warned him. Soft-shoe sighed.
"I do," he said earnestly. "I've know for a while that I could trust her out of anypony."
"Do explain."
"Ever since that day she comforted me when I found that body-- I knew she was trustworthy." He turned to his Mother and put a hoof on her shoulder. "If I've learnt one thing from this, it's that life is short. I have to tell her the truth--" He stopped as he noticed tears springing into his Mother's eyes. He stepped backwards and stared down at the tea. "You understand don't you?"
His Mother crept closer and put her front leg over her sons back, holding him close.
"Yes," she comforted, tears falling to her cheeks, "you need closure." She released her grasp. "And if you love her as much as you say, I will too."
A smile crept to both the young colt and the mare who had spent so long raising him. He picked up the teas in his hooves and walked carefully into the Living room where Siren waited for him to return. A tear slipped down the cheek of his Mother. 'Closure. Always closure.'
Siren looked up when he walked into the room. He put the drinks down on the table in front of them and sat down on the couch beside her. His mouth crept open to say what he had been longing to say for a while now. Sweat dripped in beads over his forehead.
"So, you wanted to say something to me?" he asked, his voice croaking with nerves.
"It's just that recently I haven't managed to sleep at night," she started, looking at her cup, "especially without somepony there you know?"
She took a sip of her tea.
"I know," Soft-shoe said, looking at her, "I've felt exactly the same."
"It's just life's so short. You've got to do what you know is right in the moment; you can't leave it too long or it will be too late to get happiness." The mare still did not look at the other pony.
"Exactly. I couldn't agree more. Which is why-- I wanted to say to you Siren-- erm-- I wanted to say--"
"You want closure?" she questioned. He nodded eagerly and she smiled back at him.
"Good. Me and you will do really well together," she stated matter-of-factly. Soft-shoe gulped and nodded again. This was too good to be true.
"So shall we get started then? No time like the present to do the first date." The young policepony could barely believe his ears. Again, he could do nothing but move his head up and down, speechless.
The phone rang in the hallway. His Mother crept through and answered it. A mare's voice came down the other end of the phone, speaking with an edge of seriousness in her tone.
"Yes, okay. Don't worry I'll just get them." She moved into the Living room. "Son, somepony's on the phone for you and the other Deputy."
"Who?" Siren asked before Soft-shoe could get a word in.
"A mare." The two Deputy's stared at each other. Siren stood and left to the hallway. She came back, a grave expression on her face.
"What is it?" Soft-shoe asked, startled.
"Twelve," she mumbled, lost in thought. "Twelve."