On the run.

The brush passed his sweat covered face like a blur in his vision, a burning sensation irradiated in his throat as Jeff ran through the wooded area just outside Manehattin. He had just been busted by The Manehattin Metropolitan Police Department and had to end his 4 week killing spree in the city. 18 victims brutally murdered by Jeff. 2 colts and a filly missing in the woods. One of the most busy days in Manehattin history in terms of tragedy.

MMPD Officers were in hot pursuit, trying to catch their perp before he could escape their jurisdiction. They were however unaware of the fact that Jeff had successfully escaped already. Finally he could take a moment to catch his breath, Jeff's last 'victim' wasn't even his to claim, Jane the killer had beat him to the punch and was waiting there for him. MMPD officers broke in the apartment before a fight could go down.

Jeff pressed his back against a large oak tree and slowly slid down trying to return to his normal breathing pattern, Manehattin was simply too bad a place to go on a spree that large, too good a police department and with Jane there it would of been time to fight or flee anyhow. You may not be able to tell, but Jeff seriously does not want to smile at the moment.

"I-I cannot do that again, t-t-Oh dear CELESTIA MY CHEST!" He clutched his chest in pain, The police was not gentle with him or Jane, Although Jeff was practically immune to pain, trying to run after being bucked in the chest by a fully trained and muscled officer...Its gonna leave anypony in pain.

"Ugh...I need to hide for a bit," Jeff observed his surroundings, the woods were quiet, too quiet for comfort. "Not here..bet that one faceless thing is out here anyway." Jeff got on his hoofs, reaching into a saddlebag he had with him. Inside was his infamous white Hoodie, his knife and also a few things such as a water bottle, rags, bandages, and a cutie mark alternation kit.

"Your time to shine once more my friend.." Jeffs giant evil smile once again shined across his pure white face. A red glow surrounded the worn brown leather case, lifting it out of its place in the bag and onto a tree stump where it was placed with ever so much care. "If one is to hide one is to look like they have nothing to hide...he he ha ha!"

A cutie mark altercation kit is an illegal assembly of spell and tools of alternation, used for the very purpose of making a cutie mark appear different from what it truly is. (Most criminals are given away by their cutie marks) The first one was assembled in 1888 London by the king of serial killers. Jack The Ripper, it was purposely left behind as a bitch slap to the London detectives to show they could never be able to identify him now. This was soon adopted by criminals worldwide, making authorities have to develop methods to defy these. This only dragged the endless war on crime out, and onto a whole new grand stage.

Magic cannot make a cutie mark appear, but it can mask it once it has appeared to begin with. This is done by making a pre-made casting of a cutie mark then using ink to make the cutie mark look, it is then put onto a clear-sheet of paper. The paper is delicately covered in an alteration potion to infuse the two together permanently, then applied to the flank in which it alters the actual cutie mark to look like just another part of fur. The fake then looks like a legitimate cutie mark, some criminal masterminds have even found out ways to fight the typical countermeasures to this act of deception.

Jeff has obviously used this before, but he has expanded his kit a bit more with colored contacts and a variety of other small details to hide his most notable features. First thing was first, his cutie mark which was a knife with a splatter of blood behind it. He had been saving this simple yet believable persona, A pre-made casting of a big smile, simple, easy to remember, and a gentle persona to go with it. Perfect.

All he used was black ink to make an outline, his coat would provide the color. The next part was a pain in the ass but was required or he would be given away too easily, Jeff's ominous smile was his most notable feature, anypony who knows who he is will be able to identify him. Jeff in response invented a little something of his own, an alteration spell for white bandaging applied to the sides of his face to hide the cuts.

Last, two sky blue color contacts to cover his coal black eyes. With that, Jeff looked as normal as ever. Although mentally insane, the crafty bastard has managed to perfect hiding his psychotic self when need be. This time being one of those occasions. He put everything back into the case in a slow caring process so as to not damage anything, returning it to his saddlebag which was put on his back. Jeff then began to walk towards the empty trail which was only a good 15 minute walk away.

Upon reaching the trail which at this very location was upon the crest of a hill overlooking Manehattin, Jeff gave a very mocking wave to the glistening city which will be soon informed that its serial killer has been chased away for the time being. Walking away he looked all around, noticing that given all the chaos prior, it was a clam night. Jeff considered to observe the nature around him for about an hour, twas abnormal of him to do something like this.

What broke his state of mind was a small village, it was far enough away from the city to keep the big game authorities out of his mane, and from the looks of it...Not a police department in sight! This may sound unbelievable but its notoriously common to towns that are spared the commotion of large scale cities. A sign just a few feet to his left said, 'Ponyville 4 miles ahead.' It was official, Jeff was to hide here...Here in the town of Ponyville.

Author's Note

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