Colonel Trojan Papyrus wasn't the easiest pegasus to get along with. He was vain, and somewhat racist, disliking unicorns because he believed they acted "snooty" because they could do everything with ease. They didn't have to do anything extra to get what they wanted. They wanted milk out of the fridge? They could levitate it. They needed to light a campfire? They could use magic flames. They wanted something from across the room? They would levitate it. Their magic drove them to utter laziness, and nothing but.
It was just the laziness of ponies that irked him. He found himself only able to connect with ponies who either thought the same or did the same as he. And those ponies were very few and far between.
Trojan Papyrus had been in charge of the Saddle Arabia Police Department for all of seven years. He allowed no one to threaten his position, either by coercion or blackmail. It wasn't that Trojan cared about his position, but he believed that he was the only one who could do it. All who challenged him were deemed incompetent and unfit to hold the office. His power over the police department was a power not just anyone could wield.
As he began his trek back to Saddle Arabia, he spotted a bar. It was the only bar he had come by, so he might as well just take what he could get. He hadn't had a drink in a while, he had been so focused on the Kira case. It had been an unusual break of routine that he had stopped going out to his local bar. The “local bar” was a bar just on the edge of Saddle Arabia that most of his friends regularly attended. However, after its owner had died of a heart attack, not many ponies would go anymore.
He entered the bar, where a waft of smoke surrounded his face. Trojan’s eyes burned as he stretched his wings and wiped his eyes. He shook his head as the smoke cleared in the restaurant. He looked in to see six or seven ponies in the restaurant, and the smoke’s source ended up being a unicorn--with smoke billowing from his nose.
Everyone in the bar turned and looked at the decorated police official. The gray unicorn sneered.
"Ah, look everyone, a fucking pig!" he exclaimed, slamming his booze on the counter, sniggering at the defiant policeman. He stumbled from his stool and knocked it onto the floor.
The unicorn drunkenly bumped into several pieces of furniture while trying to make his way to Trojan. He shoved his face into Trojan’s, the smell of liquor emanating strongly from his breath as he continued to run his mouth with offensive remarks towards the police.
"Pig! Dick!" he exclaimed, shoving his front hoof mere centimeters from Trojan's face. The buzzed pony pushed him back some inches before Trojan, having enough of it, raised his front hoof and punched him in the muzzle. The pony easily fell over and dropped the glass of booze he had been levitating. The glass broke into shards, effectively catching everyone’s attention.
The drunken unicorn stumbled back upwards and threw a sloppily aimed strike at Trojan, who dodged to the right and countered with a strong roundhouse kick. The unicorn was knocked into the pool table, scattering the balls and cracking the table itself under the weight. The bar patrons stared in surprise before an Earth pony stood from his stool. He picked up a knife from the floor that the drunk had knocked over.
"You know that guy you just beat down? That's Boss Cig. Our leader. You know what that means?" he said menacingly, coughing from the still-lit cigarette he held between his teeth.
“Yeah,” Trojan smirked, feeling brave. “I'm gonna have to put the rest of you on your asses too, aren't I?”
Three other ponies arose from their seats and charged the officer. Trojan wove past a hoof thrown his way and followed it up with an uppercut to the striker’s chest. Trojan took the opportunity of the stunned ponies to throw in another roundhouse kick, sufficiently knocking out two Earth ponies at once. He landed with grace, but did not notice the bartender rushing him with a lit match.
What the actual hell...? Trojan thought before narrowly dodging it and smacking it out of his range. The match went flying through the air and landed on the ground next to the stools. He just had time to think, oh shit, before a small fire blew up on the floor. The flames grew bigger and burst into an inferno as the copious amounts of liquor fueled it. The inferno quickly spread to burn the shelves and the pool table.
Trojan smirked, an evil thought coming to mind. Overtaken by this delicious idea, he picked up the drunken first pony that had attacked him--Boss Cig--and carried him out of the building just in time before the fire consumed the doorway.
"T-t-than--"
"Nah, don't mention it."
He then tossed him into the flames through the broken window, the pony barely having enough time to scream as the flames enveloped his body. In a matter of seconds, his flailing movements ceased. Trojan shrugged and shook his head. He took off his uniform, grabbed his badge, and threw the uniform into the flames.
"Enough of this shit." he walked off into the dark of the night, leaving the burning bar and its screams far behind him.
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Barragan was flying over the town, the Attorney General trailing him, studying his Death Note before putting it back in his coat pocket. Lawrence blew off a miniscule amount of dust on his pen. He smirked a bit and began walking back to the train station. He shook his head and let his thoughts wander, not noticing the bat-like eyes watching him from inside an abandoned building.
Colonel Sweet Pen was lurking in the shadows of a nearby building, a well-dressed gentlepony not far behind her. He had a monocle covering one eye and a cloth over his front hoof. He seemed to think of himself a higher standard than most. Sweet Pen's spiked wings somewhat revealed her position, but luckily the Attorney General was paying little attention at all to his surroundings.
Hopping out of the shadowy confines of the building, Sweet Pen took out her chloroformed rag and quickly pressed it against Lawrence's nose and mouth. Lawrence only struggled for all of three seconds before passing out. For good measure, Sweet Pen gave him a swift punch to his face. Her curiosity growing, Sweet Pen reached into his pocket. Immediately, she felt an awful sensation go through her body, shaking her to her core. The Death Note fell from his pocket as she fell backwards, stunned momentarily, on top of Lawrence's body.
Barragan hovered over Sweet Pen, his skeleton face formed into deathly grin as he slowly formed in her vision. Horrorstruck by this new monster, Sweet Pen got up to her front hooves and ran for her life. Her butler, seeing the whole thing, stayed behind, slinking back into the shadows.
"This is all so crazy..." Sweet Pen panted. She had never been so fearful in her life. Tears formed in her eyes as she became more terrified of the possibilities.