Death of a few good stars

by Jack Hooves

First published 12th of June, 2014

The killings of the chosen six have been upsetting to every anthro pony in ponyville, and only Jack Hooves thinks he knows what is going on.

This thriller will leave you grasping for more and more as this sinister plot begins to unfold and reveal how the lone detective will reveal all the elements and try and stop the killer before he strikes again.

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Chapter one: Dusk

The sun was settling over Ponyville as the lone cop outside of Twilight's house began to swoon a little from lack of sleep, and rubbed his red eyes as he began to fall asleep and jerked awake when he heard a loud crash come from above and woke up fully and fumbled with his holster as he jerked his 9mm free.

Once he got it free he kicked open the door and ran upstairs when he heard spike screaming followed by the sound of a window breaking, The rookie officer glanced at the door and saw no light on inside and quietly took out his flashlight before kicking the door open as he flicked the switch on his light and saw books strewn everywhere, some were laying in dark liquid while the foul stench of rotten eggs filled the air as he approached the door to her room and kicked it open not thinking and saw that the window was shattered with blood around the broken shards of glass and something that was crying hysterically from the closet as he neared it and attempted to see who it was.

"This is officer Brass Casings, are you hurt?" I shouted as I neared the closet and holstered my 9mm and knocked on the closet door.
"He's dead.......he died because of me......I let him die." A female voice said while crying as she kept repeating it from the other side.
"I'm going to open the door now mam.......please try to calm down, no one else is here." I said while reaching for the doorknob and turned it slowly.

I opened the door and felt a sharp, deep pain in my stomach before I fell back grasping at it to see a knife sticking out of my stomach as I pulled my hands up to see they were covered in blood and screamed loudly bringing her back to her senses.
"I....I am so sorry, let me help." She said crazed and took the knife out and stabbed me again as I fumbled with my holster and brought out my 9mm and shot at her and watched horrified as she scampered off running on all fours.

I left the knife in me and grabbed my radio and flicked the button on slowly as I began to see black dots in front of me. "O-Officer down......Ponyville treehouse.....second floor....requesting ambulance." I said in between breaths as I felt them begin to come shorter.

"B-brass? Is that you? We're sending help now, what happened?" The radio operator Walkie-Talkie asked before I began to feel sluggish and struggling to stay awake.
"Armed suspect.....caught me off guard...Imma sleep....so tired." I whispered into the radio before I dropped it as I felt my strength leaving me.
"Stay with me Brass! Ambulance is only a couple minutes of away, Just stay fucking with me!" Walkie shouted through the radio as I began to look at it funnily as everything began to sound distorted and the sound of distance sirens wailing woke me up a little as I looked down to see me blood pooling around me.

"Brass holler! The ambulance is there, just holler so they can hear you!" Walkie shouted into the radio drawing my attention to it as I kept snapping awake from my chin hitting my chest.
"In here!" I shouted sluggishly while turning my head to see the purple haired female with a pink stripe in it and holding a few books.
"Are you in need of any assistance?" She asked while her eyes turned red slightly as the paramedics ran in and shooed her away, mistaking her for a witness and let her leave while they looked at me and made me lay flat before they injected some drugs into to me to make me sleep so I wouldn't bleed out all the way.

Chapter two: Greed

Officer Brass Casings was promoted to a detective a few years later.

I jerked up in bed while one hand groped my stomach as the other reached for the gun by my night stand and brought it up, expecting to see her again with a knife, ready to finish the job she started or maybe to explain why she did it, he sighed heavily while looking at the calender to see that today was his 40th birthday and smiled a little and when to go back to sleep when his phone in his jeans rang, making him get out of bed to pick them up and fish out his phone before seeing it was work and answered it unwillingly.

"Detective Casings." I said while yawning into the phone while still edgy from the recurring nightmare.
"I hate to bother you detective." Walkie said when I recognized the voice.
"Just cut to the chase." I said while pulling my worn jeans on and pulled on a simple white plain t-shirt while before walking into the kitchen.
"There's been a murder.....the wounds are almost identical to yours." He said quickly and nervously.
I froze in my tracks when he said that. "What do you mean identical to mine?" I asked nervously while looking at the coffee maker and saw that there was only day old coffee ready in it.

"The paramedics said the murder is at least three days old, and the police want you to come look and see if you could help with anything." He finished before hanging up on me.

I sighed and walked over to the coffer maker and poured the coffee into a mug that I retrieved from my pantry and looked at the stale coffee as the creamer didn't even change the color of it and simply kept it black as I walked out the door, sipping the nasty coffee and quickly got in my vehicle not noticing the figure in my back seat as I started my car as it lunged at me.