ACT I - MEETING
02:34 PM | 24/04/2015
She took a bit from a sandwich, a sip of a orange soda can, and a looked to the closest head she had in view. "Oh, hello there! See you're sleeping." The pony didn't answered. "Wake up sleepy head!" Nothing. Still mute. "Answer me! Your queen demands!" The pony did not even blinked. "Come the heck on! Say something!" The man just mirrored his head towards the wall as she touched his cheeks. "Don't turn around! This is important!" The pony made another spin, this time ending in front of her blue eyes. "Come on, come on!" She had a happy face. "I just want to make you laugh!" An happy-angry face. "Don't you think it is funny? Pinkamena think it is funny!" No. I don't. Let's go before the police arrives. "Pfft. Police. I'm doing justice! They're not doin' it!" In this point we agreed. Short, dead silence. Come on, let's go. "Of you say so..." The pinkish stood up, holding in her hands a head. "He looks so scared..." You chopped his head off with a hacksaw. "...Indeed. Maybe he has a point." She started walking towards the door, trying to not step on dead bodies. "They will need to clean this up." Better give them a good payment. You did a mess there. "Yeah..." She carefully walked towards the elevator, but at it's last second, she stepped in a stomach. "Ew. Gross." You ripped that off with your own hands. "...Why everyone has a point against me?" She smiled before standing in front of a motorbike, right at the middle of the reception room. "Geez, worst park spot. They should arrest you." They should arrest You. "...You probably have a point there too." She took out an alligator mask before putting a cyan motorcycle helmet, starting her engine, and drive away. Bloody sociopath. "Nah. The correct is psychopath." She laughed. "Respect, please." Pinkamena laughed too. Fucking bitch.
03:00 PM
"Ah! Home, sweet home!" Said Pinkie, closing the door with a key and throwing her clothes in the couch. Well, we need a bath. "Fine, i wasn't going to stay naked anyway." She opened the bathroom door and entered the shower, water started falling in her naked body. "Ush! I needed a bath!" Could you please, let m take control? "What? But i wanted to enjoy the shower!" ...Fine. Just the bath. "Yeah!" She started rubbing soap all over her body, making pink bubbles all over her fur. "Méh." Why did you said that? "Nothing. Just thinking." You know that when you think, i can hear it. "...Another point to you. Damn it, i need to start making defenses." So silly. "Wha... Why? You know what, I already washed myself, but I really want to masturbate." ...God damn it, Pinkie. That's some of the stuff I do not let you do. "Aw, let me try!" No! Last time you tried to use a fucking banana!
The body blinked. The mind slapped itself. "It was a good idea until the fourth inch." Don't talk. Don't say a word about the fourth inch. "Okay... so... you can get the controls now. Just to jack off." A quick blink and those eyes, which burned with life and joy, now where more vague, more dark, more silent. But still burned wildly, just another flames, also the hair. All puffy to flat like a board. Magic. "Good. Now Pinkie, I'm going to teach you how to jack off." Yeeeeeeha! I always wanted to know the right way! "Pffft. Well, you pick your hands, the one you prefer-" Right one! Right one! "Fine. You pick this hand." She started sliding her hand in her belly, only menacing to go further. Come on! I'm starting to get horny here! "Geez, fine. Then you... hmm" She started slowly rub her lower lips with her fingers, while raising her left hands towards her mammal organs. I was thinking... when we like, jack off, are we doing sex, or is it just jacking off? Silence. Pinkamena only continued teasing herself (And Pinkie.) And if it is sex, is it incest or hand jobs? She started penetrating her sexual organ with her bare hands, taking a moan out of Pinkie. Ah! ...You know this is pretty weird... i know it is our body touching ourselves, but i feel like it's someone else doing it. Like someone is fucking me. "Pinkie, the four inches. This joins the team." Oh. But it's pretty cool. Are we lesbians? She increased her speed and the number of gasps per second. Both Pinkies were having a pretty sweet moment.
I like to be jacked off. Principally by you. "I don't know if that's sweet, weird or gross. And yes, we are lesbian." Weird. You say like, lesbian, and not lesbians. I think you're correct. "Of course... I... ahmmmm..." Sweet lord, that was goooaaaawdd... are we close to comeeaannd i think i got the answer... yes. "I think... that..." Sighs. "I... I... Iaah! Nhaa!" ... Silence ... Thank you, lord and savior. That was the best hand job you ever gave to me. "...Thank. I guess." She got a towel and started drying herself. "You know... I think we need coffee." I checked the stock yesterday. We are fine. "Yeah. Sure." A *toc-toc* was heard. Pinkamena (naked) walked towards the door, she opened it and crouched, picking a package in the ground. At th exact moment, a stallion with a foal and a mare appeared in front of the garden, just walking by. They looked left and saw Pinkamena crouched like that. "..." She just blinked and closed the door. Come on, they had a dog! And even the dog was getting 'happy'! "Pinkie, getting a dog horny isn't in my list of 'things to be proud of', so no. Let's say he was not happy." She threw the towel in a chair and got all her clothes from the couch, which were bloody, by the way.
"God damn it, Pinkie." But Pinkamena! They're all filled with blood! How am I not going to get it all over my shit? "I dunno. Hydrophobic clothes?" Pinkie smiled. Yeah! We could buy that! "No, we didn't." She put all her clothes bloody clothes in a washing machine and started walking towards her bedroom. A bed, a wardrobe, a desk. Pretty simple. In her bed we had a white mattress, a white pillow and a black blanket. Easy. In the wardrobe we had a lot of sections, one had only shirts and T-shirts, jackets, suits and other stuff. Next one had pants, leggings, shorts, underwear and socks, next one had just a few shoes. We really need shoes. "You know we don't." Then we had a part just for 'special clothes.' A bulletproof suit, a dress, a black suit, ties, and plushies. And the desk. The desk was simple. It had a box and a lantern. The lantern lit the desk surface, to work with small pieces and at the dark, and the box had masks. 6 masks. A Dragon, A Rabbit, A Crocodile, A Cat, A Dog and A Wolf. "Wonder why we need those." We just use the croc, don't we? "Yes, Pinkie. Yes..." and at the desk: a hacksaw. A beautiful hacksaw. It had a pink handle, pink blade and pink screw. And was soaked in red blood. "And I have to clean it." No complaints!
She took a scarf out of a little chest. You know... Pinkamena put a water bottle and washed the blade. What are we? A couple? Friends? "We are one, Pinkie... but I would put as sisters." ...Sisters fuck? "Remember that case between... those two sister? Who lived in... Heck, ah forgot." So it IS fucking. "...Yeah. We are sisters and we fuck." She took all the blood from the blade, ready to be used again. "New and done. Now we wait for the next call." She blinked and Pinkamena body shaked. "Let's go to the mall." huh... correct. Let's go to the Sugarcube Corner! Pleaaaaaaa- "Stop screaming." aaaaaaaaase? "Right. Let's go." She put a shorts, a shirt and a few shoes. "Done. Ready to go." It's gonna be funny!
03:27
"Hey, mommy! Aunt Pinkie is here!" Screamed a small colt, while running towards the psychopathic Pinkamena. She only crounched and hugged the kid, was the only thing she could (and the only she should) do. Sugarcube Corner was a familiar place to both Pinkamena and Pinkie. Pinkie worked here while Pinkamena took care of the social interaction between them and other ponies. Mr. Cake was a good example. He had two kids, a lovely wife, good friends, a job who couldn't fire him, good on money... anything a man at his age could wish. He knew Pinkie like no one. He was like a father to the pinkish. "Daddy, where's mommy?" The old man laughed while pointing towards the backdoor to the kitchen. The kid sprinted towards the backdoor while Mr. Cake stared into Pinkamena's eyes. He blinked and looked at her from bottom to top. He smiled and handled her a glass of milkshake.
"So, who am I dealing with? Pinkie or Pinka?" No answer, she kept drinking her milkshake before looking into his eyes with a cold, aggressive and silent stare. "Pinka." She stopped drinking and pointed towards an hamburger. "One of those?" She nodded. "Okay, Pinka." Pinka. Pinka. She hated Pinka. She preferred Pinkamena or even Pinksy, but Pinka? That was too much. The man came back with a hamburger. "So... how's it going to you, Pinkamena? Taking care of Pinkie?" Now he was being serious. She could even think about talking with him. But she was hungry. So food came first. After eating a whole hamburger in 57.34 seconds (Maybe was Pinkie who did this incredible achievement, but we will never know.) And drinking her milkshake, she smiled towards him.
"Taking care of that dumb mare since we were kids." She smiled. Our relationship has grown since that. She knew how their relationship had growth. In all of the intellectual, respectful, soul and sexual ways. "But let's say we got closer to each other." The man smiled. Ohhhh, he know what are we talking about. "Already got the trail, didn't you?" He smiled.
"But when do you two encounter each other?"
That's a good question. "At night. When sleeping." Oh, I love the nights! "As none of us is taking place in the body, we can interact with each other." We can do all the stuff we want! Like fu- "Interesting how we got two souls and two minds in the same body. Kind of unfair." -ing! And i love cuddling and kissing, and suckin- "Life's weird." Principally when it is wet and soft and reddy an- "I thank God she can't speak without the body." The man nodded. But his mind still had some odd questions. Like...
"How do you two...?"
"That's a not frequently asked question." Sarcasm! "Well, when we are sleeping, it's pretty much the basic, just that it is between two girls." Son, when a little mare and another little mare love each o- "And at the same body... I just need to jack off. She can feel it too." -And that's called reforestation. Any questions? Pinkamena laughed alongside Pinkie. "Weird." Mr. Cake only blinked. "I know, it's an interesting situation." And medical condition "But no more buts. I gotta go." She turned around, leaving some money at the table. "See ya." Byiye! From mirror she could see him holding a dollar bill. "Keep the change." You filth animal! "You couldn't miss the joke, could you?"
03:50
"Pinkie P. Pie. How many times i told you, do NOT, and i repeat, NOT, bring any corpse parts to our home?" Sorry! "Geez, an eyeball? Really?" Ergh... sorry "Skulls, teeth, bones, organs, brains... I could get arrested." And I would be free, wouldn't I? "...There. You actually won a point." Oh, did I? Finally! "Congratulations, want a cake?" Hahaha. Not funny. "I'm not kidding. Want cake? You can bake if you want." You... you will let me bake!? "Yes. I would. Want you?" Bake. Bake. Bake. Which one was Pinkies biggest wish? Bake. Her favorite actions were kill, slash, slay and bake. Bake. Such a beautiful job. Thank you! "Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!"
Heh. Well, huh... go bake. I'll read some books. "Hell yeah!" So happy. "Yeeeeeha!" Pinkie rushed towards the kitchen and got all the ingredients she wanted to bake: orange, chocolate, baking powder, metal recipients, butter, and any other stuff she wanted. Pinkamena only walked in the black void, reading a book. "Pinkisyyyyy!" What's up? "Watcha doin'?" Reading. "...How the heck you got books in there?!" You can get anything you want in here. "...Really!?" Pinkie... it's our mind. If I want to be in a black void, I'll be. If i want a book, I'll have. If I want to do anything or be on anywhere, I can. We can. Pinkie blinked. "I could be baking cakes everyday?" Actually, yes. "God damn it." You're so cute when angry. "Well... keep caking." 1% of Pinkie was giving up, sad, all her dreams were gone, life was senseless, tears rolled in her cheeks. But the rest of the 97% were filled with nothing, so the rest 2% was sexy thoughts about Pinkamena, and Pinkamena was incredible. So the 2% were awesome. And awesome is cooler than being sad.
"So... bakin' n' cakin'?" Pinkamena laughed. Yeah. Whatever. "Hehehe." Pinkie washed her hands and put the cake in the oven, orange and chocolate cake. "In 40 minutes it should be ready." You bake cakes pretty fast. "Thanks, milady." Pinkamena giggled. "So... I'll play a bit of video games." She sit down in the couch and started her console. "So, which one does I play?" A computer. "Shoots fired. PC masters, console peasants." Now it's shoots fired. "Hehehe. GToP?" Grand Theft of Ponies? "Why not?" That's kind of racist, because there's Pegasi, Unicorns, Changelings, Griffon, Goatses, Zebras, Buffaloes, Alicorns, and the list goes on. "...É. But we only play as ponies, so it is cool." It's violent. "You're going to tell me, the bloody sociopath, to not do violence?" Isn't it psychopath? "Smart girl." Your girl. "I wish we could be in two different bodies." Me too, Pinkie...
"The cake burned?" Probably.
"Well, that was fun." She sprinted towards the kitchen, taking the beautiful cake out of her oven. Smells good. What is it? "Orange and chocolate." She got a knife and started cutting the soft material. "Want a piece?" Later. Enjoy it. Pinkie smiled while Pinkamena giggled. I like when you're happy. It's so much... better. "Welf I'ma eafing cafe, so ah can't talf." Pinkamena giggled. Pinkie swallowed her cake. "I like to see you happy! And there you're! Smiling!" Pinkamena appeared in the corner of her vision. I didn't get it. She crossed her arms, looking at Pinkie. "It's because you never smile. When you do, I smile a lot!" Seemed like a child logic, but worked. Silly. Well... which one is goin' to be our next-
*Trim-Trim.*
Dang it.
*Trim-Trim*
Pinkie, get that phone. "..." Pinkie? "Hehehe... bloody lust... is filling my body... Pinkamena..." Pinkie, I already heard that a thousand times. Please, do n- "Let the bloodbath begin."
"Let's kill."
05:30
N° 357, AV. 'Deliver the cookies at the right time.' Right time. Pfft, right time. You'll see my right time in your face you bloody asshole. "Angry?" She got out of the 'bike', taking her cyan helmet out of her head. Not exactly. "Lusty?". She put an alligator mask, standing in front of a mobster. He looked at the pinkish before trying to pull a gun out. Trying. Pinkie broke his hand and hit him again with the gun handle. Is that even a emotional state? The guy, in the ground, got a personal lap dance from Pinkie, while she bashed the gun handle in between his eyeballs, making a little waterfall of blood. "Well, I could say... 'Hey, I'm feeling lusty.', couldn't I?" She aimed the gun towards the door, making a perfect sight for shooting. Nah. Wouldn't fit well a frase. "Sure?" She kicked the door, knocking a guy in the ground and having two rushing towards her with a knife and pipe. Thugs, not even kill they can. She aimed and shoot both mobsters, two bullets for one, and a headshot, the other one tried to get a knife and stab her leg, but she simply shoot him. At this point everyone made defenses. You shot 3 times, 3 multiplied by 7 is 21, less 3 is 19. 19 minutes before police arrives. Clear this floor with 6 minutes and the next with 9, then you got 92% of chance of successfully escaping. Be fast.
Pinkie crouched and got herself a shotgun, kicking in to the next room. Two man. Two guns, both aiming towards the wall. Easy shots. She shoot one in the back and while the other was turning around (and firing a few bullets away.) She shoot his head. Three man from the other room came in rushing, she shoot one, threw her shotgun at another and started punching other one. She simply dodged the first slash he tried to give, then punched his face, and forward to destroy the same one. One was up again, the other was still on the wall. He rushed towards Pinkie with a pistol. Nah. Lesson one: if you got a pistol, stay away. They can pick your gun. And that's what she did, simply disarmed him and used him as a shield. Against who? The guy who was semi-conscious at the wall. He got her shotgun and shoot the other thug stomach, making Pinkie legs all bloody. "God damn you! I hate when this happens!" She shoot the shotgun thug through the dead thug's body.
"What a waste of meat." Do you think they had a life? Pinkie blinked as she pressed the elevator. Like family and shit like that? Pinkie smiled. "I don't care. They're mere pieces, Pinksy. Useless. Every human is useless, they're so... inferior." Oh, so tell me what makes us best than a human. "We killed approximately 564 ponies without reason. Do you still think we are a pony?" Well... you got a point The door opened, a guy aiming at Pinkie. She threw her gun at him and mounted in his chest. There's a guy coming towards you with a knife. She got the revolver from the ground and shot the one with a knife, the other one had a terrified face. She simply punched him until her hands were soaked with blood "God damn it... my hands hit his skull too hard. I think I'm bleeding." Pinkamena locked his eyes in her hand. Indeed, there was smal cuts all over her hand. Yes, we are bleeding. . Blood meant happiness for Pinkie. "I'll cut their face in half." Hacksaw? "Hacksaw."
She pulled her pink hacksaw from her belt, ready for bloodbath. She rushed towards the next room, two guys. One tried to hit her face with a baseball bat, but she ducked and cut his leg, making the thug fall on the ground. The other one tried to kill Pinkie with a chain. Bad idea. The chain wrapped around the hacksaw, Pinkie simply pulled the chain towards her, the guy inclined forward, and she cut his face in half. He screamed. "Still alive?!" She saw that he was blind, and that the other one was trying to stand up. Dumbass. She sit on his chest and started cutting his neck, blood spoiling everywhere, soaking the ground, the red thick water was simply outstanding for Pinkie and joyful for Pinkamena. So good. Oh, the last one. Just finish him. She locked her aim at the last one, he was blind, he was hurt, he was bleeding, he was suffering. "I'll just kill him." Or... we could leave him to die. Pinkie blinked. Pinkamena smiled. It's not like he doesn't deserve. Pinkie swallowed. "But... ok."
Pinkamena wanted to feel bad, but it was true. He deserved. How many had he killed? How many had he killed? Stealed? Raped? Destroyed? Pinkie and Pinkamena were only doing what they thought was correct. She walked towards the 'bike', starting the engine. Pinkie took out the alligator mask and put the cyan helmet. Pinkie... are you okay? "Yeah... No. I'm not. I never thought about it, but..." She started driving towards home, the streets were dark and cold, she was almost shivering. "Pinkamena..." Yes? "What we are doing..." Killing people? "Yeah... killing people..." She got out of the small neighborhood and now was riding alongside the sunset, a few trees and a beautiful beach. No one. Only Pinkie and Pinkamena. "Is it correct?" The truth? Pinkamena laughed while Pinkie gave a worried-smile. No. It is not morally correct. Pinkie made a slightly curve towards her garage, stopping the 'bike'. But hey, She got out of the bike, putting her helmet in the handle. We are not morally correct. We don't have to worry. Pinkie laughed. "True. True..."
"Hey, will we need another bath?" Pinkie entered the house and already took her clothes out. Yeah. We will need another bath. And a tape to fix our fingers. "Another bath?" You can take it this time. "Jack off?" No, Thank you. "Ok." She put her clothes into the washing machine and started going to the bathroom, taking her so wished bath. Was a happy moment. "Pinka..." She said, raising her voice as the word continued. "Are you hungry?" Lots. "Pizza?" Yea- wait, where did you get that phone? "Hello there! I would like a pizza." What the heck!? You're in the bath!
"Yes ma'am. Which one would be the size?"
"Big. 6 cheese, pepperoni and a strawberry chocolate." What?! How the... why are you...
"Ok... that will be 20.15 Bits, ma'am. And... wait, is that sound a shower?" Yes. You deaf dog.
"Yes, I'm taking a bath. Well, the place is..." Pinkie P. Pie, that's the second time i call you. Another time and I wil- "That's it, bye!" *Beep* "We got something to eat!" ...At least you asked for pepperoni. She got out of the bath, cleaned and bloodless. How much time? "Probably 20 minutes." Huh. "Huh huh." I'll sleep a bit, kinda... sleepy "Fine them. Goodbye! Slep well!" Sure. "I'll wake you when the pizza arrives?" Yes. Yes. After a few minutes, Pinkamena few asleep in her illusion couple-sized bed, and Pinkie got the pizza. "Pink-..." She looked to the Pinksy, sleeping nicely. "...cute." She put the pizza on the table, changed her clothes and went bed. "Good night... Pinka." Her mind woke up, saw Pinka in the bed. Walked towards it, sit in the bed, pulled the blanket, reputed it in place, turned to the pinkish, closed her eyes. And sleep. Good night too, Pinkie.
Chp. 2 - Lighters e Cigarettes
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.
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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!"