The First Murder

Midnight. The dead hour. The time that everypony is so asleep...they seem to be nonliving. Sometimes, the death comes to reality. That pony that was asleep, stayed asleep. Death is such an unpredictable thing. It takes who and what it wants, when it wants. It consumes the lives of ponies, innocent, and guilty. The only difference is, it sometimes uses the guilty pony. And when somepony is wandering out, lost, trying to find a way...

Death closes in on them...

And takes their soul for itself...

It was almost pitch black. Dim lights lit the dark lonely dirt roads of an abandoned village off the side of Ponyville. They were barely enough, for a young mare, coat white as snow and mane red as blood, running down the streets...lost, trying to find a way. She panted heavily as she stopped to take a breather. Her eyes widened when she heard slow hoofsteps behind her, closing in on her. She turned back and gasped as she saw a stallion in a grey hood. His coat was brown like leather, and his mane the color of rich soil. As he approached closer, a large object held between the stallions teeth, was glistening in the light. It was a huge kitchen knife. The mare knew what was coming. A surge of pure fright flew through her body like a shockwave, as her mind directed her to run.

But little did she know, that when death is to claim a victim, it doesn't allow for it to be outsmarted. The mind deceived the innocent mare, leading her to trip on a rock in the road. She fell down, impaling part of the rock into her front hoof. She moaned and started crying as she knew her fate was determined. The stallion walked up to her slowly, and when he got to her, he stepped over her. He leaned down to her ear.

"I would normally stop to have some fun with a mare like you..." he said. His voice was low, and raspy. It sent a feeling of hopelessness, as the mare knew his intentions. "You have a lot to be proud off," the stallion said slowly as he sent his hoof slowly across the mare's private areas. "but you know, sometimes...sometimes we can't do what we want, and we have to skip things." he got his knife ready. "We have to make the sacrifice, because we have a tight schedule." the stallion paused for a moment. "But guess what?" The mare looked up at him slowly, a feeling of uneasiness surging through her mind as the blood in her veins pulsated hastily. With every beat of her heart, her fear became more intense. The stallion opened his mouth to speak again. "You my dear...get to be my helper, my warning to the rest of Equestria." he stooped down and gave the mare a gentle kiss on the lips. "May Celestia bless this gift."

With no further ado, the stallion swept the knife across her arm, and then her next. The knife cut through the mare's muscle fibers and skin like thin fabric. The mare screamed in pain. Blood pored out of the wounds like a fountain. The stallion jabbed the knife in and out of the mares rib cage. Blood spurting out with each impalement. The mare couldn't find the strength to voice her pain anymore. Her vision went blurry, it was hard to breath. As her blood was absorbed by the dirt, the knife was cutting more, allowing for more blood to break free from it's imprisonment. Tears streamed from the mare's eyes as her blood level hastily decreased, and her lungs flooded with it. She coughed up blood with what little breath she could manage to get.

"Need some help with that?" the stallion suggested. He went down once more and licked the blood off her lips.

"One for the money..." he said. He slammed the knife into the mares foreleg so hard that it broke the bone apart.

"Two for the show..." The mare screamed as the knife was forced down on her other foreleg.

"Three to get ready..." the stallion said again. He went down to the forelegs and used the knife like a hacksaw.

"And four to go!" he finished. The mare screamed as her last leg was torn off, and with that, the stallion slit her throat.

And he let her die...slowly, and painfully. Being drowned in her own blood. Suffocating from the lack of air. Tasting the wretched taste of iron in her tongue, as her life slowly passed from her. The stallion left a note on the ground beside the mare, and ran off.

About a few minutes later, a newly met couple walked down the road to see a mutilated corpse.

"So how about tomor---what the buck?!" the stallion of the couple said.

"What is..." the mare started. She stopped when the corpse filled her vision. "Dear Celestia..."

"We need to call PVPD..." the stallion said. He tugged the mare and they ran to the Ponyville Police Department.

"Now all I have to do is wait for my next victim to come..." the stallion said, concealed behind a couple of bushes nearby. With that statement, he left.