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// Life of Heaveswood 
// Story: Death Note: Alight Equestria 
// by DeviousNights 
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Colonel Heaveswood raised an eyebrow as he sat at his desk at home. He held his head in between his hooves, and reached for his glass of water. He sipped through the straw, shaking his head.
The facts of this case were appalling. A pony could kill, with just a name and face? And not only that, but now it was being suggested that a notebook, of all things, was causing this mass murder? The thought of something so ridiculous, yet having quite a bit of evidence to back it up, was beyond him. As the commandant of Interpol he wanted to believe his fellow officers, but couldn't bring himself to think something that illogical could actually be happening. It was something that he would have to see before he believed it all. His breathing slowed down.
He shook the thought out of his head and began taking off his uniform. He hung his apparel on his hanger in his study and began walking upstairs. He peeked  through the first door on his left. He saw two faintly outlined humps under the covers, moving up and down in unison. He narrowed his eyes. His two little fillies were never this well behaved. He could hear faint giggling coming from inside the room, and felt as if he was being watched. Taking this as a cue, he took action.
He walked in tiptoeing, try to see in the dim light swathing over the room. He came within four steps of the bed, and two shadows hopped out, quickly revealed by the light. One stood on the other’s head. They stood with front hooves extended, attempting to make themselves look larger than they actually were.
"Peek-a…!" the one on the top began yelling. She had a light green coat with a swirly mix of red and yellow in her mane, which was tied into a messy knot that hung over her shoulder. She had a goofy smile and two differently-colored eyes: one was half red and half blue, whilst the other eye was a complete cerulean blue.
"BOO!" the filly on the bottom screamed even louder, in an even higher-pitched voice. To be put simply, she was a complete palette swap of her sister. Every part of her was the exact opposite of her sister: her coat was a dark blue and her mane a messy mix of red and green. They looked like mini mixed highlighters--with wings. She had multiple streamers hanging from her head. Seemed like a fashion trend, Colonel Heaveswood chuckled to himself.
“Ahhh! You got me!” he cried as he pretended to be scared and fell backwards as if he was scared. The two sisters hopped onto him and started play-wrestling him as he laughed. He and his children rolled around, tickling him as he tried to “escape.” Colonel Heaveswood was, surprisingly, a single parent. His wife had passed away about a year ago from cancer, and one of his sisters had recently been murdered by Kira, her crime being perjury. His other sister… he didn’t even know of her whereabouts. His half-family had been killed in a train accident a year back. Life had been hard on him throughout most of his adult years. Because of all this, he had sheltered himself and his children. He didn't want his children to have to go through what he went through, so he had decided the most optimal way to make sure that didn’t happen was to see to that they make no friends, no emotional connections, even. He sometimes felt as if this was too much, but he would do anything to protect them both.
"Alright, alright..." He moaned as they continued their weak assault on them. "Mitch, Match, it's getting late. You two were supposed to be asleep a number of hours ago. Let's all just go to bed..."
"No!" Match cried defiantly, attempting to stomp him, but to no avail. She harmlessly rebounded off his body. He rolled over so that they could not hop back on him. The twin fillies frowned in unison. Mitch (the green filly) started whining, and Match (the blue one) flopped over and tried to plant herself in the carpet.
"Yes. Let’s get you buggers in bed." He grabbed both of them, carrying them both back to their bed. He sat them in and tucked them in. They giggled and smiled as he did.
"I love you, Dad!" Mitch cried, throwing up her arms for a hug.
"Me too!" Match exclaimed, copying Mitch.
Colonel Heaveswood gave a big smile. It made him feel warm inside that ponies in this world could still love him. He had lost the majority of his family in one swoop, but his children still remained. He kissed them both on the forehead.
"I love the two of you both, from the bottom of my heart."
He walked out of their room and into his, "good night, Daddy!" resounding in the background. He plopped himself down on his bed and he looked at the ceiling, thinking. Despite all the crap going on in the world, there was still some hope. He thought about his late wife, her smile, how she told him to never quit with whatever he faced. He cried silent tears.
He rolled over and his feet bucked for a split second. Suddenly, he couldn't feel either of his front hooves, or his jaw. It was like a paralysis of his nerves or something of the sort. Seconds later, he felt a severe shock in his chest, followed by rapid beating in his chest and severe discomfort. He fell out of bed, crashing to the floor. He started crawling toward the door. With the last of his strength, he opened the door without magic--to not complicate his already-severe problems. He could feel his heart feel like it was about to be ripped out of his chest. Hundreds of thoughts raced through his mind.
"My fillies..." he croaked, crawling out into the hallway and to his children's room.
"They have to...be sa--" Colonel Heaveswood suddenly lost consciousness.
"Look! Daddy wants to play some more!"