Bloody, Fresh, Fun.

25th April / 09:35 PM

"Where the heck is my lighter?" She tried to pull out the little mechanism out of her pockets. Nothing. "Damn It. Maybe in my car?" She turned around and tried to found a lighter in her seat. "Damn it... where the fuck are you?" She went to the passenger seat and looked under the circuit boxes. "For fuck's sake, where is my lighter!?" She turned around, walked out of the car and checked the trunk. "Shit." She walked to a hot dog seller, pulled out a dollar and asked him. "Can i fuckin' use your damn lighter?!" He blinked. Handled her a lighter and smiled. "Good. And don't mess with me, boy. Fine... where I was? Yeah... cigarettes." She lit one up and put it in her mouth, placing the grey smoke into her lungs. "..." She looked to the building before complaining started. "I fucking hate this town." She stomped the door and started her bloodbath.

First of all: guns. Guns here, guns there. Lots of guns. Luckily nobody was on the reception room, so she could think a bit before starting to shoot. She saw a balcony with a pistol on it, crates full of guns and ammo, money, drugs, even some blood. She sighed some smoke before getting a shotgun for herself. 6 shells, 6 shots, 6 corpses until next gun. She went upstairs to found a guy looking direct at the door, probably guarding it. Poor guy. She unloaded a shot in his face before two guys rushed into her camp of vision. She quickly shot at one guy and proceeded to throw the gun at the other one, but he ducked before the impact. Good, now you don't have bullets. You don't have any gun at all. The guy  to hit her with a knife, but she grabbed his arm and punched his stomach, consequently dropping the knife. She ducked, got the knife and slashed the man's stomach, making his intestine... ergh... unusable. Yeah. That's the word. She sprinted towards her shotgun, but a fat guy appeared on her way. He had a steel plate covering his chest, doubt a knife will work, but she tried anyway.

As expected, it didn't work. Not at all. He only stopped for a second to take the knife out. Bad decision, because Twi moved quick enough to get the shotgun, she unloaded a shell in his chest, but he only tripped backwards. In a second he was up and running towards her, and the sound of the first shot called someone's attention. She had two guys rushing towards her, one couldn't die with a shotgun blast and the other had a knife. Good luck, mate. Well, she shot the fatty, made an arc upwards and ended pointing the gun towards the thug. He swallowed all his sins before having the face blasted by some hard metals. Ouch. Well, the fatty still was on the ground, so she could finish him. She simply kicked his face, stepped on his metal chest, put the shotgun in his mouth and shot. She aimed again, this time pointing backward and shot. Well, 7 shells, huh? She didn't expected that.

She proceeded to walk between the corpses, leaning to another upstair. She grabbed an AK from a close box and went upstairs. Last door, probably. She kicked the door, knocking a guy in the ground, 4 standing with guns and one making the use of cocaine. She smiled before unloading the trigger in those hopeless and displeased faces, she also started smashing the guy who was in the ground skull with her feet, making the coke one almost shit his pants. "Who the fuck send you?!" She ducked close to the smashed head and grabbed a magnum from the corpse, aiming it towards the drugged thug. "Who send you?! Answer, damn it!" She extended her gun towards his face and smiled. "Answer m-" A shot interrupted his monologue. He was dead. She threw her cigarette outside the window and walked peacefully out of the building, a bit of blood in her shoes and pants, but ok. She walked towards the hot dog seller and handled him the lighter. He swallowed dry before she laughed.

She looked at him. "Relax boy. I got no businesses with you." She gave him a hundred bucks and proceeded to walk to her car. "Pray to never have." She drove away while smoking a cigarette peacefully, like that never happened. She threw the cigarette away and pulled out a little note block, while at red light, from the passenger seat, scratching a name out of it. "Four out, five to go." She threw the noteblock in the seat and saw a silver lighter in the middle of the noteblock. "You... son of a bitch! I was looking for you all day!" She got it and started lighting up another cigarette. She blew the smoke into the sunset and it was gone. Never existed.

10:45 PM

"Geez, I need a bath." She said, trying to unlock the door from her house with a few iron keys. "Damn it... just open!" She tried her last key on the keyhole, and it actually worked out. "...Good." She threw her keys at the couch and put her cigarette in the trashcan, hoping to get a nice warm bath and, luckily, not dying. She went inside the bathroom and threw her clothes into the corner of the room, starting her sweet shower. She liked doing that. Killing. The adrenaline, the blood, the pain and the act of hurting useless people... such nice things to feel. Well, sure killing wasn't good, but neither was ponykind. She giggled because she knew it, in any of the hypothesis, she would end up in a graveyard. With luck in a river in the state of a million ashes. But life is a boxe of surprises. She would have to wait. Smoking helped.

She started with smoking 16, and now she had what? 23? 24? She didn't remembered pretty well. Maybe less. She started after her dad died and her mother started drinking. Funny, most of the times it's the reversed version that people tell. No one offered help to stop, so she did not stop. She also had sure her mental state was always in 'perfect' conditions. She had a few disturbing ideas? Most of the time, but she could order a black coffee anytime. Well, moving on. Besides killing and smoking, she was a ordinary adult. Wake up, coffee, work, kill, get home, sleep and then repeat. Yeah. Sure. Take out the kill, maybe it will work better. She finished her bath and went change clothes, but to her surprise, nothing happened. "Woah." She sighed. "Almost gave a fuck." She put some ordinary clothes and went watch TV with a good mug of coffee. "Life was never so good." She closed her eyes and thought about something... "Wait... where's Spike?"

She looked around and didn't found the spiky dragon. Besides the ponykind being the biggest and strongest, many other creatures lived, like Goats, Bulls, Dragons, Griffons, Pegasus, Unicorn and some other minor bug fixes, but nothing unusual. Rarely some foxes and cats, but rarely. "Spike!? Where are you?!" The greenish purplish dragon-ish boy appeared with deep black bags under the eye, like he had taken a few punches in the face. "Where you sleeping?" He nodded before she gave a simpatic smile. "Aw... come here." He walked towards the purple unicorn before she hugged him so tightly that he could die smashed. "Sorry, won't do it again." He was like a brother to the unicorn, nothing could happen to him. Like what happened to his mother. "Now go sleep. You got school tomorrow, don't you?" He nodded before running towards his room. She smiled. "At least i didn't had to kill no one." She took a sip and closed her eyes.

??:?? ??

Her dream... or would it be nightmare?... was weird. Standing in her front was a black and blue alicorn with a medicalask from the dark ages, gorgeous body and long mane, deep, red eyes that cut the soul into a thousand pieces of fear an screams. "You know... you're rendering yourself to doom." Twi tried to speak, but nothing came. "If you don't stop, soon or later you will die." Words where in her mouth, but she was mute. Words didn't had effect. "There's only one way you can escape. Found the right person, finish your job and stop. If more blood is spilled, you will certainly die." She blinked while the masked alicorn laughed silently. "This is my first, and definitively not the last time we will se each other. Goodbye, Miss Twilight."

Beep

"Ah!" She looked in the clock, still night, 01 AM. "God..." She heard another beep from her phone. "Who the hell..." she crawled towards the phone and saw the message. "God damn it, Celestia." Twilight Sparkle, we need you at the police office right now. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph." She got up and changed clothes again, putting a letter jacket and a jeans, her glasses and her revolver on her pockets. She wrote something to Spike. "Spike, won't be home when you arrive, make something for yourself and be careful. Xoxo, Twi." She let it on the table and walked towards the door. A little sound happened. "Who's there?" She looked back and saw Spike, scratching his cheeks. "Oh, it's just you."

"Are you going to work?" Said the dragon. "At this time of the night? Isn't it dangerous?" He really looked worried about her. The boy had 12 years, already knew how things worked in the town.

"Spike... I... yes." The boy rushed towards her and hugged her tightly before saying something.

"Don't get yourself hurt, ok?"

She laughed. "You can bet i won't."

01:27 AM

"Finally, Twilight! I was waiting for you." Said the white alicorn. One of the few, rarely found and powerful alicorn: Celestia. "Detective Twilight, we got a case." Twi just put coffee in her mug and started drinking. "Tall, Yellow fur, Black mane, around 23, shot multiple times in the chest, found on a chair with a gun pointing towards an apple. Looks like a serial case. Remember the metro massacre?"

"Pink hair and body, alligator mask, pink hacksaw?" Asked Twilight. Maybe wouldn't be that hard to found somepony with those descriptions. "The Pinkie? Was she again?"

"As it looks like. Still no clue who she actually is." Celestia sighed as she walked towards a corpse. "The bloody mare took off the guys head... with a hacksaw." She looked into the man eyes and smiled. "At least we didn't waste bullets on those fuckers." She put the head back in place and started taking photos. "Look around. See if you can found anything useful."

"On my way." She looked to the broken glass door, to the tires in the ground, the bullets and the blood in the wall... it was no rookie. The Pinkie was a professional killer mixed with a laughing child. Maniac, would she say. "Well... as it looks like... she has guns, knows how to aim at high speeds and can shot multiple enemies with a bullet only. She is, indeed, a professional. But we still got no reason for the killing." Celestia laughed.

"Ha! Reason? Psychopaths like this crazy bitch doesn't need reasons. If she was a true professional, she would be in a roof with a sniper!" She laughed a bit more as Twi threw some smoke in the air. "And it's too many killings for only one person. There must be something bigger behind those killing sprees." The detective nodded.

"Well... guess we are done here. I heard of an arrest at the docks. Wanna help you guys." Celestia looked at her with confusion. "You know... the drug dealers and the weapons and ammo. That shit."

Celestia nodded. "Oh. That shit. 4 o'clock, no more, no less. Be there or be out. Heavy fire power, demon drugs, really big guys. If i was you, i would be out of it. My squad can take it." Twi smiled.

"Sure i will." She walked away and threw her cigar in the ground, stomping on it. "Yeah... stay out. Funny."

02:55 AM

When she stepped her feet out of her car she already saw everything: Drugs, weapons, ammo, everything illegal you can think. "I'll show you cocksuckers the law." She got her shotgun out of the trunk and started walking slowly towards the bridge, she loaded her shells. When the first thug saw her, she said. "Start praying, bitches, cuz this is your last day in the earth." She shoot him in the chest and already pumped another bullet in other guy head. "pump'em'shot , that's was a good motto." She grabbed an AK from the ground and shot some barricades close to her. Almost everybody had guns, If not every single one of them. Two more to hell. Today's boat to hell is goin' to be full! She threw the AK into a thug face and shot his face. Ouch.

She entered the ship and already received fire. Three to five guys shooting her. Luckily, the drug cargo was in her front, so she didn't took any shots. She managed to shot two in the face and injury one. More bullets, but this time, from the captain's deck. Asshole was shooting like Rambo. She sprinted towards a barricade getting cover and killing the guy behind it. The last guy got shot from the captain, she only finished the guy. She pumped her last bullet and put more 5 inside the cartridge, pump action at the best. She tried to get cover from the Rambo Captain, one shot from that light machine gun and she had lost the battle and the legs. She was running and shooting, soon or later she knew she would have lost all her ammo. Almost no bullets left and she would have to improvise something soon. 37 kills was a lot of improvise.

She kept walking towards the main door, but everyone was coming at her: bullets, knifes, bats, axes... "What is wrong with those assholes!? Can't a cop do her job?" She grabbed an M4A1 and started shooting at them, she had sure hit 3, but still plenty of heads to kill. One rushed to kill her, but she just shot him. "Those nowadays gangsters..." She stood up and shot more 4, but a bullet pierced her arm. "Damn it!" She grabbed a shotgun and started running towards the door. She shot two and hid behind a gun crate. "Hope there are no explosives in here." She crashed one of the box sides and got an P90 out of it. "At least they know good guns!" She started shooting more and more, killing 4 by headshots. "Multi kill!" She stood up and walked in the building, the few bullets in her clip were enough to destroy the crazy axe man.

She shot her last bullet at an armored guy. Luckily no one would shot her from the back. Hmmm... eeyup. Everyone's dead. Except. Captain Rambo. When she opened the door, he started shooting. And, oh boy, how those bullets were sharp. She threw a knife at its arm and rushed towards him while he was reloading. What you do when there is a glass pane behind your enemy, he's unarmed and you too. And you're running. Fast. Really fast. If you said jump through the window, you were right. But lets see how it ends... "Hey, motherfucker!" The old captain looked to the purple unicorn while her sharp horn almost pierced his skull. "Die." They jumped out of the window and her horn stabbed his eye 'till death. Badly for her, her horn broke and she would need a new bath...

She lit a cigarette and started smoking. ... silence was everything she wanted, but she didn't knew if she would have it. She walked out of the cargo ship and just layed down, waiting for Celestia to arrive. And she came. "...Twilight, what the fuck have you done! You killed... you killed all suspects!" She saw Twi smile and covered her face, in shame. "...Thank you, I guess." Celestia sighed as she called the other cops. "I'll see what kind of paperwork covers this..."

26th April / 06:45 AM

"Spiky, I'm home... are you awake?" The purple dragon appeared in his room. He blinked three times and smiled for 4,5 seconds before getting out of the room. "Did you made anything for you to eat?" He simply nodded. "How was school?" He smiled and made a positive with his thumb. He had school at 02 AM till 06:30 AM. She wanted to move him to the morning classes, but he insisted on staying with his friends at night. His friends were... mostly girls. Applebloom, Sweetie and someone else she didn't remember the name. "Hey, want they to come here today?" He smiled and nodded. "Cool! Going to call their family. Got any numbers?" He nodded and went to his room, comming back with phone numbers. "Ok. I'll dial them." Spike went back to his room smiling, boy worried too much about school. She called the first number.

"Hello? Who's talkin'?" Said a strong, firm voice.

"Huh... it's Twi, Spike's... Mom... he asked me if Applebloom could come here today." She said, hoping for the right answer.

"Applebloom! Don't drink that! ...Oh, what? Yeah! Sure, sugar cube! She will be goin' soon. Expect company for Spike!" Yes! One thing she liked was seeing children happy. Spike was technically not a kid, but... ok. Next phone number. "Hello, who's speaking, darling?" It was calm, superior and... annoying. Like a queen was speaking with her... "Darling?"

"Oh! Sorry. It's Spike's mom calling..." That was starting to sound less weird. "I would like to ask if Sweetie could come over here today, Spike asked me for it." 15% less weird, she could say.

"Sure, Dear! I was in need for somepony to stay with Sweetie or somewhere else that she could stay... Thank you, Miss!" Twi smiled. Two ducks with one bullet. Perfect. Time to call someone else! "Hey, who's talkin' there?" She answered firmly.

"it's Spike's mother, Twi, i would like to ask if Scoota..." She silenced the phone and screamed at Spike's door. "Is it correct?!" He just said a small 'just call her Scott!'. Ok... "If Scott could come here today...?"

"She can go. I'm not responsible for her, but she would ask anyway. Bye." Shut it down in your faces. Bang, you're dead. Not big surprise.

"Ok... Spike! They will come here at any time! Want me to make something?" He walked out of his room and sit down on the kitchens chair.

"Yeah! Nachos would be great! Those homemade nachos... hell yeah! Scotts and Bloom will love it! Not so sure about Belle thought. She doesn't eat nothing that she didn't made. Kind of a phobia." She smiled as she started getting the right ingredients. "You know... you said Mom in the phone..." She looked at him. "That's... not true..." Ouch. That one hurt. "But... i liked it" Now that, didn't hurt. Kind of healed the stab.

"Sure you did... sure did..."

08:27 AM

Ding-Dong "Incoming!" Twilight opened the door to see two girls standing in her front, one had a deep purple hair with orange fur and beautiful wings, the other one had a red hair, pale yellow skin and a stupidly big ribbon in her haircut. "And if it isn't the infamous Scott and Bloom. Get in, Spike's playin' on his computer, right at the entrance." She looked to see if any of the sisters was there, but only a light blue pegasus was there. "What the..." The blue pegasus looked at the cop and smiled, of course the smile was erased because of her helmet, but things apart, that was it. Twi could feel blood coming out of that helmet. Who was that mare?

"...So we came together because mah sis called Dashie to take me and Scotts to ya house! She came with Scotts and we drove 'till here! Cool, isn't it?" Said Bloom, expecting some kind of prize. Scott nodded and Spike kept playing. "Geez." Another bell ring. "Must be Belle!"

"Sure." Said both Spike and Scott at the same time as they started playing a fighting game. "Let Twi check it." Said the unison voice. Twi went to the door and a mare, well formulated, gorgeous, beautiful, a true natures idol that could make Twilight bend over a mare, was there. And Belle, of course.

"Hello, darling. Spike's mother?" Said the unicorn. She had white fur, deep purple mane... hypnotic eyes... get over it, Twi! But she had something different... like the other Mare, this unicorn had something... same desire for blood and violence as Twi... what could it be? "Excuse me, darling?"

"Oh... huh... yeah! Spike's mother! Kind of..." She blinked and Belle was in.

"Take care of her. She's my only and precious sister." She nodded and the unicorn walked away.

"Creepy." She turned around and closed the door, took out a cigarette and started smoking in the windows... she could hear the children playing video games, Scott swearing for losing, Spike claiming victory, Belle entering in the living room, Bloom almost hitting Scott... she blew some smoke into the air.

And that was it. Never existed anyway.

She took out a fucking sword out of her trunk, one of the medieval one's, and smiled like a maniac before screamjng to everyone in the building. "Ah... I'll kill every single one of you, you bloody bastards!"