"The Canterlot guard has been searching all over Equestria for the infamous Pinkamena Diane Pie, who after eighteen years has escaped the most secure prison in Equestria. The Royal guard believes she is now somewhere around the western coast of Prance. Still, cities all over Equestria are increasing security in fear the royal guard's beliefs are wrong. Citizens in Ponyville are particularly terrified as to what might happen. Back to you Helen-"
The Hay Cottage was a small restaurant in Manehattan which many ponies usually enjoyed having a nice meal after work. The place was modern, large and had great service. Yet due to recent events the usually crowded restaurant was now almost completely empty, two waitresses stood before the T.V. screen which they had decided to turn off. The two mares turned to each other concerned and then proceeded to their work. They didn't notice one of the few costumers they had that day was smiling to herself at what she had just heard.
Pinkamena stirred the cup of coffee she had ordered with a spoon and chuckled softly. Shining Armour really was an idiot, she was nowhere near Prance. She never really liked Prench cuisine anyways and besides there was work to do in Manehattan. Of course, she had to hide her identity while being here. She was using a grey wig and with some make up had managed to cover her cutie mark and had drawn a lamp instead. Anyone could have dismissed her as a normal mare. Now she was just waiting for the owner of this fine establishment to come out of his kitchen so he and her could have a talk about the past. Not so long ago she had sent back a garden salad which she claimed to be "too green" and knowing his temper it wasn't going to take long for him to face her.
Sure enough, a middle aged stallion with purple mane and brown fur opened the door to the kitchen enraged. He stomped towards her holding the salad in one hoof.
"Too green?" he said, "Too green?! My work is amazing! Who dared even think such thing?!" He roared. The waitresses jumped at least two feet in the air and turned to the clock.
"Si-Sir?" One of them asked. "Its closing time..."
The chef gave them a glare and then gestured for them to leave. The two waitresses bolted out the kitchen and the chef was again facing the rest. "I said, who ordered the salad?!"
Pinkamena raised a single hoof in the air carelessly. The Chef began to turn red in the face and gestured for them to talk in the kitchen. Pinkemena stood up and calmly walked inside.
She could hear the few other costumers scrambling out of the restaurant and Pinkamena Diane Pie was left alone with the chef. She looked around the kitchen and saw the pans, the stove, the knives and the freezer behind them. Quickly she devised her plan, the art of improvisation was her favourite weapon.
"What exactly was wrong with the salad?" the chef asked as calmly as he could.
"The salad? Oh nothing at all, if anything it was great. Your attitude on the other hand, thats another story, Ace..." She said the last word slowly. The expression on the chef's face changed. "What, you don't remember your own name? Maybe you remember others like Royal Joker, High Hand , Spades perhaps?"
He took a step back, "Who are you, and h-how do you know about that?"
Pinkamena chuckled. "I think what's really important right now Ace, is that you tell me where to find them, for the sake of your health."
Ace stumbled back "The-They're all dead! All of them! "
"Now Now, Ace. I know lying is not good..." She removed her wig and Ace's face flushed. "Specially to me."
"Pinkamena?" He asked. "Pinkamena Pie?"
She sighed, and swiftly pulled out a knife from next to her. She did it so quickly it barely made a sound. "Its Pinkamena DIANE Pie" She said.
"Please don't hurt me, I have a wife." He pleaded to her.
Pinkamena smiled insanely at him. "Spades had a marefriend and none of you seemed to care she had a foal on the way," She kicked him in the stomach, causing him to fall backwards. Pinkamena took the knife and stabbed his ear, pinning him to the ground. Ace screamed both in fear and pain.
"Now I'll ask you again, where are they?" She said, taking another knife and pointing it at his throat.
"High Hand killed him! I swear it was his fault!" He tried to plead.
Pinkamena blinked and neared the knife's cold blade at his throat. "I asked for a place...."
"Queen of Hearts! Queen of Hearts is in Las Pegasus,She got a deal in a major casino!" He screamed when Pinkamena stabbed the other knife in his foreleg.
"Of course, Queen of Hearts." She stated "I should have expected she was in Las Pegasus. Very Well now, as I promised I'll make your death brief."
"Wait! No!" He had no time to scream as Pinkamena stabbed him in the heart. Ace gagged and spat blood before his head turned and his eyes went cold. Pinkamena raised an eyebrow as she turned to the freezer, filled with spices and fine imported cheeses. She dragged Ace's body to the freezer and hid it well under a few boxes, the cooks are going to get one hell of a surprise when they go get their ingredients tomorrow. She may have gone insane, but she still loved pranks.
She stepped out of the kitchen and into the city, where Luna's night was taking over. She put on her wig and walked up to the nearest public pay phone, where she dialled a number.
"Hello, this is Light."
"Hello Light."
Light Pie clutched the phone harder at the sound of that voice. Pinkamena Diane Pie had a very noticeable voice, one that once you hear it you can never forget it. Light gulped and looked at the phone, brushing a lock of messy pink hair away from her face. Anyone could have known she was Pinkamena's daughter, as they looked almost exactly alike.
"Yes?" She said, gulping back her fear.
"Did you know that your father worked with very dangerous ponies?"
"No, I-you never said anything about him."
"He didn't think they would betray him, they where heartless though and didn't know mercy."
"Like you then?"
"Precisely, wich is why its only fair for somepony like me to end them."
"Pinkamena, where are you?"
"There is a restaurant called the Hay Cottage, where the chef won't wake up in the city that never sleeps."
"What do you mean 'Won't wake up?"
In reply Pinkamena laughed madly, sending a chill down Light's spine. Then she hung up, leaving Light in complete and utter fear as to what she had said.
Andromeda Sparkle trotted up to a restaurant in Manehattan known as the Hay Cottage, where in the morning a body had been found. Hidden under a few boxes of parmesan cheese was the body of the chef. The mare who found him was now emptying her stomach on the alley next to the restaurant.
"Was it Pinkamena Diane Pie?" She asked one of the police officers.
The stallion turned around and nodded, "I don't understand, she's supposed to be in Prance!"
The forensic team examined the body before them, one stab in the heart was the cause of death. Andromeda turned to the police officer that had talked to her.
"What was his name?" she asked.
"Salty Spice, thats what they called him. His real name was Diamond Ace, and he was the member of a team of assassins known only as Royale, we don't know the link between them and Pinkamena."
Andromeda nodded and turned once again to the body. All the troops that where hunting for her in Prance where now on their way to Manehattan, but she knew it was going to be too late and she was going to be far away by the time they catch up to her.That second, Andromeda Sparkle made an oath to herself. She swore she was going to find Pinkamena Diane Pie even if it took her life.
"Miss Sparkle, you may want to take a look at this." One of the officers said. Andromeda turned around only to find a piece of a photograph pinned to the wall with one of the knives. It was a picture of the victim staring straight ahead with a serious expression on his face.
"Well, now we know whatever is her reason its personal." One of the officers said.
"And you never hurt Pinkamena Diane Pie personally, not if you appreciate your life." another said.
Andromeda took the ripped of photograph and held it in her hooves. "This is not going to be the only death my friends, she's not going to stop until all of them are dead by her hoof."
"How many is that going to be?"
"As many as she wants to." Andromeda answered.
