It was a cloudy night. The moon and stars were covered by a thick layer of cloud, making it easy for me to sneak around, unnoticed.

I took a deep breath in through my nose. I could smell rain coming, maybe 5-10 minutes away.

"Perfect." I muttered to myself "rain washes away blood, giving me time to ru-"

My sentence was cut off short as my victim exited her shop. She walked slowly, taking in the warm air. I smirked. She should have known better, seeing as there's a serial killer on the loose.

That being me of course. That's right, me, Anthony Marin, nickname 'Ant', street name 'the Plague' or 'Plague' (because I'm as quick and efficient as the black plague), is a serial killer. One of the best killers in human history. I've killed nearly 200 people including, but not exclusive to; children, elders and babies. I am the most feared person alive today.

Anyway, back on topic.

My victim was ambling down the street. Her shop was 5.8 km away from her apartment, and there were a lot of alleyways along the way.

My plan was simple: wait until she's near an alley, then jump her and push her into said alley. Then proceed to kill her quietly, and let the cops find her corpse, just as I had done nearly 200 times, save for few that actually managed to put up a fight.

She was nearing the alley I had chosen. I readied myself. I quickly did a mental checklist (hey even serial killers are organised!)

'Knife? Check. Balaclava? Check. Bag to hold any valuables? Check. All there and accounted for.' I thought as I looked up.

She was about 10 metres away. I would regret this decision for a long time, but hey, the adrenaline struck early.

I launched out of my hiding place, making hardly any noise. But the lady still, somehow, managed to hear it. She whipped around, her eyes locking onto mine. A look of recognition came across her face, and she did what most normal people would as they looked into the eyes of the personification of the Plague. She screamed. The sound tore through the still air like a hot knife through warm flesh (one of my favourite analogies). Luckily for me, however, we were a bit away from anybodies' house, so no one came to her aid. That scream, however, hit me on a much more emotional level.

'She sounds exactly like Kate did, when she died.' I realised.

I set my jaw and dashed forward. She was still screaming, and only stopped when my knife plunged through her oesophagus, killing her.

I sighed and wiped my blade, looking around for any witnesses, that I probably would've taken my emotions out on. I was hoping that she'd put up some kind of fight, but she just stood there, screaming. I looked up from my now clean knife.

Then I spotted them. The cops. They had surrounded me as I had dealt the killing blow. It took me all of 5 seconds to realise what had happened. I was setup, played like a fiddle and all of those other things.

Now I'm a very optimistic person, but even I know when to give up. There were not just 20, not 40 but a whole fucking platoon of cops, all armed with guns. I only had my knife. I closed my eyes.

"Fuck me." I sighed as a loud voice spoke up.

"Put the weapon away!" It said. I looked up and saw a cop, probably an officer or something, with a megaphone.

"Fine" I said, going to put my knife down, but at the last second I flicked my wrist up, and with deadly precision, or luck, hit a random police officer in his left eye, killing him instantly.

A trigger happy fucktard then decided this would a good time to shoot. Luckily (I seem to be having a bit of that today) he only glanced my left shoulder. Mind you, it still really fuckin' hurt, but I was just glad that he didn't hit anything else.

I slowly put up my right arm (my left being nearly immovable) and surrendered. The officer guy then walked up to me, with a nightstick in his hands. I looked him dead in the eye as he swung and clocked me upside the head. I was unconscious before I hit the ground.

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I groaned as I was roused from my dreamless slumber. My head was pounding like you wouldn't believe, and my shoulder really fuckin' hurt. I groaned again and opened my eyes. I remembered what happened yesterday, how I got caught. I looked down and realised I was strapped to a large wooden chair, and had a large metal bucket over my head, with wires coming from my body on every vital area. I looked around, confused. My eyes rested on a large police man, obviously guarding me.

"Oi, fuckhead!" I called, trying to get a last couple of laughs in before I was executed.

The startled guard whipped around and looked at me, his expression turning from a surprised one, to a normal stoic face of a man whose supposedly 'seen it all' in a split second. In that second, however, I saw something in his eyes. Fear. I grinned at that.

"Wasn't execution made illegal in Vic in 1975?" I questioned

The guard smirked. "Yeah." He grunted. "But they brought it back, just for you!"

I smiled. "How sweet of them!" I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Lets just get this over with. I wanna see which circle of hell I've been reserved for."

The guard smirked "Oi, Craig!" He shouted "He's awake!"

I glanced up, only to see, and I shit you not, a guy dressed up like the Grim Reaper. I could barely suppress my laughter as he walked, slowly, towards the electric chair, on which I was strapped.

"Anthony Marin!" He announced "You are accused, and proven guilty, of 1st degree murder, rape, tampering with evidence at a crime scene and jaywalking. The supreme courts have debated long and hard about your punishment, and have come to a conclus-"

"Blah, blah, blah" I interrupted "No one cares. Just pull the lever and make sparks fly!" I exclaimed a maniacal grin etched on my face.

The 'Reaper' seemed upset that I cut him off, so he leaned in close, his eyes glowing a sick green, and whispered, in a demonic voice "You will pay for what you have done. Hell is to good for the likes of you", before walking away. As he walked over towards the main controls, the guard looked over to me and said "Any last words, killer?"

I looked at him and said, with a completely straight face, "Come at me bro"

Thats when I felt the electricity, and, can I say, that was the most painful experience of my life. I lost control of all body functions. I shat, pissed and threw up, all at the same time while convulsing violently. Now, in my line of work, you experience pain. But this, oh boy this. I mentioned how the bullet hurt 'really fuckin' bad', but this was that pain, multiplied by like, a billion! All of a sudden, everything stopped. My nerves had been fried, letting me feel no pain, but basically guaranteeing my death. I sighed and closed my eyes. 'Wait, my knife's still in it's holster!' I realised. On the edge of my already strained hearing, I overhead the guard saying "Why is he glowing? Craig, look at this! He's glowing gree-" Thats all I could make out before my senses overloaded, and I closed my eyes for one last time (save for the spasm's as my body coursed with electricity).

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[Twilights perspective]

'For once,' thought Twilight Sparkle, as she took her evening stroll, 'We had a normal day here in Ponyville!'

Twilight had been living in Ponyville for nearly half a year, and almost everyday, something weird, unexplainable or just plain dangerous happened. She smiled at that thought. Even with all of it's weirdness, she couldn't imagine living anywhere else. For Ponyville was home to her 5 best friends, and she would never leave. 'Heh,' she thought. 'Maybe-'

Her thought was cut short as a large electrical burst made it's appearance. 'Wow!' Twilight thought 'That's a lot of raw power. And Rainbow said that there weren't going to be any storms today!'

Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, an electric green light started pulsating. Twilight looked at where it was coming from, and gulped audibly.

It was coming from the Everfree forest.

She thought about alerting her friends and asking for their help, but remembered that they were all busy. Well Applejack, Rarity and Fluttershy were doing their jobs (farming, dress making and caring for an injured animal, respectively) but Rainbow and Pinkie she wasn't sure about (Rainbow probably taking a nap, and Pinkie, well, who knows what that mare is up to?).

Twilight's inner debate ceased when another large electrical pulse bursted out from the area of the Everfree. She decided to investigate. As she made her way to the Everfree, she noticed that the source of the light and electricity wasn't too far in. Twilight sighed in relief. She only had to go in maybe 30 metres or so. Although she only had a little way to go, it took her a few minutes to steel her nerves.

'You know you're just stalling.' The little voice in her head told her.

'I know.' She admitted. 'But the Everfree forest is a really dangerous place!'

'But what if there's a pony that needs help?' The voice reasoned.

"Ok," Twilight stated aloud. "I'm goin-" Suddenly, the lights and electricity ceased, cutting her off.

Twilight's curiosity was piqued before, but now this thing in the forest had her undivided attention. She took a deep breath, and made her way into the forest.

Author's Note

Hey, to those who are reading this (if any).
This is my first story, so be nice. Constructive criticism, however, is welcomed openly.

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For all you non Australians and/or people who just don't know: Vic is an abbreviated version of Victoria, the southern-most state in Australia, besides Tasmania.