The Life Of A Victim

"Shit, what happened." Dazernaze asked the officers why they were in front of the Carousal Boutique.

"It's just a missing persons case, nothing bad." One of the officers grabbed his radio, "Yeah, I got it. See ya kid."

Dazernaze in shock he ran into the store, to see Rarity sitting down on the couch crying. Dazernaze walked up, "Rarity, where's Sweetie Belle?" Dazernaze's heart felt like it was going to burst.

"I don't know, she didn't come home last night." Rarity started looking down and tears started to drip to the floor, leaving a puddle of tears.

Dazernaze ran up the stairs and tried to open the door, Locked. "Why is this door locked?" Dazernaze looked around, and then at his wing. *Ding* He knew exactly what to do.

Dazernaze ran back downstairs and outside, he looked up to the wall to the window of Sweetie's room. "It's open!" He looked at his wing, "Come on, it's time!" He jumped up and started flapping his wings, at least he could fly again. He heads up to her window and looks through it. Dazernaze's mouth dropped and more shock hits his body.

"What happened here?" The room was destroyed, stuff everywhere. "Someone was looking for something," then Dazernaze looked down. "or someone." He sighed and entered her room. As he stepped in he tripped and fell over onto the ground, "Shit!" He stepped one hoof down to push himself up, when he noticed something. He picked up and it was a piece of hair, it wasn't from Sweetie Belle.

It was brown, it came from the hair on their head. He then noticed Sweetie's Journal, open. "I can't...but something could be of value." Dazernaze got up and grabbed the Journal. A page from the Journal was ripped out, it seemed like it was the most important one. Dazernaze then thought, "My Grandfather was a detective, he showed me how to get information from a ripped Journal." He grabbed a pencil on the floor and set it on the coffee table. He set the pencil sideways and started scribbling leaving white words left on the paper. "It's readable now." He set down the pencil and began to read.

I feel as if I'm being followed, I don't know who or what. But I know it wants me, Dazernaze I need him. I feel so alone right now, I wish he would come. I need to tell you this before I'm taken, he has done this before. He kidnaps and kills, slowly. I've been reading about him, when I found out his name. He came for me, he is probably waiting outside. Please, I hope someone is reading this. His name is Tho... the rest is scribbles.

Dazernaze started crying, "She was taken. She didn't go missing." Dazernaze ripped the page, folded it and put it in his pocket. 'Tho... the only pony I know that has that first part of his name is...Thorn? But he is the most friendliest pony I ever met.' Dazernaze was confused, he jumped out the window and started to walk home. 'Nighttime' he thought. then he heard a noise behind him. "Shit!" 'HE KNOWS, I GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE!'

Dazernaze turned and ran scared out of his mind, he ran and ran. He knew he was being followed, "Where you going, Dazernaze?" His ghostly voice zoomed into his head, he ran and started to scream for help. But nothing, he looked behind him and there was no one there. He stopped running, 'Thank Celestia!' he shouted in his mind. He turned and started walking forward. He ran into something causing him to jerk back, he looked up and was stopped dead in his tracks. Thorn...

"Lets have some fun!" Thorn laughed as he swung his bat knocking Dazernaze out. Blackness is the only thing with him right now.