Alright this is it... I crept my way across the street, towards the bakery where I knew Ace would be staying. I eased my way through the window, trying to make sure to not let it slam. Trotting slowly up the stairs, I made sure not to let the floorboards squeak so as not the wake my victim.
I reached the top of the stairs, I viewed ahead of me three doors. Okay... Which room is it? The doors were in a Z along the hallway; two in the left and one on the right. I carefully opened the first door, just enough to peek in the room. Bingo! It was Ace's room. I crept my way to his bed, and with my magic, I moved a syringe close to his sleeping body. I plunged the needle into his neck, as I held him down, making sure he wouldn't thrash around or make any noises. His eyes shot open and he tried to sit up, but my weight was too much; it caused him to heave a little, as he slowly calmed down, his eyes falling like they were as heavy as lead. Within seconds, he was unconscious. I pulled the needle out of his neck and put it back in my saddlebag, and levitated him off the bed. "Geez! You're a hefty one. I guess all those years in a bakery weren't kind in the midsection". I made my way back downstairs and out the window, attempting to keep Ace above the ground.

---SomeTimeLater---

Ace slowly started to regain consciousness, but he could feel a tightness in his arms, legs, and chest. "Wha...what's going on? Where am I?" He started to struggle, but found he was unable to move; "HELP! SOMEONE, HELP!!" I walked into his field of vision, just enough for him to see me. When he noticed me, his screaming and thrashing stopped. "Who are you, and where am I? Please, let me go!" He tried to plead with sad eyes.
"I'm afraid I can't do that, Center Spade." As soon as I said his real name, his whole attitude shifted like clockwork.
"I’ll repeat myself then. Who are you, and why do you think that’s my name?" He cooed calmly. I cast a faint light above the room to illuminate it; glancing around, each wall had a layer of plastic on it to dull sounds. I was wearing a black apron and gloves over my hooves, I surely wouldn't want to make a mess of myself! With a small inward chuckle, I introduced myself: "I am Double Edge, and I'm just as monstrous as you."
He laughed at me, "Hah! I know you! You're that guard from yesterday. So what, are you going to interrogate me and make me confess?" He continued to laugh as I walked over to a table on the far side of the room. "Only guilty ponies have something to confess." I picked up a knife from the table and held it in my hooves; it always felt better than picking it up with magic. I walked back to the victim’s table, as Spade was being held down using straps that I had whipped up while he was still laughing.

I loomed over him my hoof firmly gripping the knife handle. With a single movement, I plunged into his leg and his twisted laughing turned into writhing screams of pain.
"You son of a bitch!" He kept screaming. The restraints kept him in place, as I pulled the knife out; I could smell the fresh blood coating the blade. I wiped the knife clean on my apron and noticed Spade had replaced his screams with heavy breathing, "What kind of bastard guard are you!?"
"I’m no guard. I just pretend to be one. In all actuality, I'm the same as you; a twisted psychopath looking for his kill. It just so happens that you were picked to be on my table." I drove the blade into his abdomen, tilting it against his flesh, "So, how does it feel to be on the other end of the blade?" I furrow my eyebrows and grin. Spade began to sputter and cough a trail of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. As he wheezed for air, his eyes were locked into a permanent stare, as the life faded, a small smile formed just as he released his last breath.
"Damn, must they always die with a smile?" I pulled the knife out of his chest and undid the bonds on his body. I wiped the blood from my weapon on his coat and put it back on the table. "Now, it's time for the messy part," and reached for my saw.

---SeveralHoursLater---

I turn from the Canterlot bluffs and hear the telltale howl of a Timber wolf and smile. Another psychopath doesn't see his day end.

Author's Note

Well here we are chapter two and might I say it gives me shudders let me know what you guys think in the comments,

thanks to for editing firestar4ever90

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