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// The Final Finally. 
// Story: A Study in Pinkie 
// by Dr. John Trotson 
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Chapter 4
The final finally.

We rushed over to the Ponyville Express and got to the boarding dock just as it was starting to leave the station. I scanned the windows to se if I could see anything, and then, I saw a flash of pink in cart 3 near the caboose. 
"Sherlock, there in cart 3!" I exclaimed but Sherlock had also seen it and was half way there. I caught up with him and we were running along the train as it was chugging away. We were running out of station, the only thing left to do was jump. I saw an opening between cart 1 and 2 and took it, I jumped over and made it. I called for Sherlock to do the same and he got in between 2 and 3. I slid open the door with my hoof to find Sherlock waiting for me. What happened next happened to me in slow motion.
"Ah, good John," he said adjusting his metal hooflet and single back sack," now Pinkamina will probably be in fir-"
He was cut off as the sound of a knife being thrown was heard
"John..." he started and he fell forwards. There was a giant looking knife purtrudining out of his back sack; it went right through the thing, and red stuff, most likely blood was leaking from it. I gasped and looked up. Two of, most likely, Mareiorty's goons were standing in the doorway behind Sherlock's lifeless body. "NO!" I yelled furiously, I ran up and tried to attack but they simply caught me and sent me flying across the cabin on the train. I was seeing stars but when I came to I wittnessed the goons opening the train window and throwing Sherlock's dead body out the window.
Rage. That's all I felt.
I saw red and white as I ran up to the unprepared buff ponies and kicked the left one with my hind legs knocking him out the window and the other frantically tried to pull a knife out but I was on him before he even got a chance to attack. I bucked him into unconsciousness and ran towards the front o the train knowing Mareiorty was somewhere in first class. 
I jumped from cabin to cabin knocking into caterers and passengers. When I reached the first class cabin, I kicked the door down and ran in and was picked up by an invisible force. There was a large chair behind a desk and a unicorn off to the side, which explains the binding. The chair spun around slowly to reveal Pinkamina Diane Mareiorty in all of her glory; her hair was flattened and she was a dull shade of pink and her cutie mark had changed to deflated balloons.
"Hello John," she said with a sly grin," how are you today?"
"You're plan has failed Mareiorty, it's over." I shot back, struggling in my invisible bonds.
"Just like Sherlocks life John," she smiled,"tell me, how long did it take him to die?" she laughed maniacally.  
That did it I was done. I broke free and rushed towards Mareiorty, the unicorn over to the side who was holding me captive was frighted and jumped out the window. Mareiorty did the same except she made it onto the roof, I followed closely after only to get kicked in the snout by her, but it only made me angrier.
I got on the roof to find her waiting.
"You know," she started," I was really hoping this final battle thingy would be between me and Sherlock, but on the account that he's dead, I'll settle for his ignorant yes-colt."
I threw my self at her and grabbed her neck in my fore hoofs and squeezed. She struggled but then went silent. I let go of her and started to attempt to climb down, which, is not easy with hooves, but I was interrupted by a disheveled and angry looking Pinkamina. She kicked me off the train and I expected to died there and then, but when I opened my eyes, I was dangling close to the passing ground by rope that was extending from the window I was trying to get in. I was pondering how the rope got tied to me in the first place when I was hit with the full body weight of Pinkamina. 
I was still attached to the rope but Pinkamina and I were bing dragged across the country side. There were the occasional punches and kicks, but the the opportunity came to be done with Pinkamina once and for all. We were approaching a bridge extending over a canyon. I gave her a final punch which seemed to daze her for a few minutes. 
We started to go on the bridge and I lined up a good spot to drop Pinkamina, as I was about to drop her she woke up and screamed,"IF I'M GOING DOWN, YOU'RE COMING WITH ME!" she brought out a knife and cut the rope keeping me from falling with her. As we started to fall, I thought,This is it, I'm going to die now, and you know what? I'm okay with it.
I looked at Pinkamina and I noticed she was descending faster than I was, in fact, I had stopped falling entirely. I was getting reeled in. I watched as Pinkamina disappeared into the canyon below. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
As I climbed back into the train, I was  greeted by the source of my saving, a familiar metal hooflet tied to Pinkamina's desk, and it's owner nowhere in sight and a note was sitting on the desk. It read:

John, 

You can thank me later for your saved life, right now I need you to meet me in Canterlot, and hoped you liked my new invention. I call it a grappling hook! 
Oh and I need you to stop by the market and pick me up more red dye, I seemed to use up the last of it.

~Sherlock Hooves.

                                                                                     The End?




A/N: Thanks everyone who gave this story a chance, i really had fun writing it! I am aiming at a Friday/Saturday release for the sequel: The Canterlot Assassin. Stay tuned and once again, thanks for being a great audience and liking the story. Read my blog for updates.
Happy reading!
~Dr. John Trotson