Detective

Chapters

Prologue. The Detective.
Chapter One. We're not in London any more.
Chapter Two. A dinner and stories
Chapter 3. Kidnappings and explanations
Chapter 4: A walk in the garden.

Prologue. The Detective.

We begin our story in London in 1835, in a small yet posh home in Farraway Avenue. By the Architecture one may guess it was a small manor, neat and pristine. The windows polished and the door repainted. But on the inside it was another story: A kitchen with ten kettles boiling simultaneously, a living room filled with obnoxious looking firearms and contraptions, a study filled with maps, paper and a board for evidence, a dining room with a dead, and dissected if I may add, body of a young red haired man, and bathroom filled with different religious items, paintings and Cultist weaponry.

In case your wondering this is my home. 34 Farraway Avenue. You might not be able to tell by the mess but I do not live alone. Yes I live with four others, Their names are Samuel Smith (A Religious and cultist activity researcher), Hanna Townhouse (Spy and Martial artist), Arnold Moltchwog (Expert on the use of gunpowder, and is able to make it almost anywhere) and Doctor Donovan Bill (A genius in the medical field, we sometimes call him 'Boots' since he polishes his boots four times a day). Oh I'm sorry, I have not introduced myself. My name is James Gillon and I'm London's finest detective. I'm a tall, spiky black haired man with a moustache. I can quickly analyse a situation and determine the most possible outcome, or find clues.

If anyone walked in on me now, they would see I fell asleep on my study. Unfortunately, Four people did. I was startled awake by the front door being smashed shut and turned around to see my cohorts. A large Prussian with a moustache and a stubble where his hair should have been (Arnold), An African-American girl, who can be no older than 16, with long messy hair (Hanna), A gentlemen with short, combed blond hair and a clean shave (Samuel) and a brown haired man with sideburns (Donovan).

"Fell asleep again?" Asked Hanna.

"I'm afraid so. Terribly sorry." I responded.

"Don't be Detektiv. We all know you want to find and dismantle 'The Five Hands' before they grow mächtig." As always a bit of Prussian gets into Arnold's speech.

"Quite right. By the way Samuel, can you please put your work somewhere else? I'm getting sick of having all those cultist symbols stare at me whenever I try to use the bathtub." Donovan asked.

"I will when you remove the bodies out of the dining room."Samuel retaliated.

"Samuel. Boots. please stop arguing. I'm trying to find 'The Five Hands' hideout!" Almost immediately they apologised and got back to their work.

'The Five Hands of Fate' is a cultist group that wish to control the world through dark arts. It sounds like ludicrous nonsense but I assure that what they're doing is a horrific truth. Thankfully they're still in their infancy.

"Hey Boot's if you're not busy later, you want to go to the ring for a good Kampf!" I was mildly aware of Arnold putting down one of the guns he was working on.

"Geez, With all these kettles, James, you must be making tea for the whole of Parliament." Joked Hanna.

Kampf...Tea...

"Of course! 'The Banshee'! I knew that tavern was shady. Everyone grab what you need! We're going to pay a visit to the run down inn." I yelled grabbing my coat, cane, hat and pistol.

It was an hour before midnight and we were skulking around the back of the 'The Banshee'. The street lamps long since snuffed out. As we made our way to the cellar entrance, I couldn't help but feel something was off about this particular group of dark art performers. When we arrived at the doors we found them locked. Hanna knelt down and took two lock picks out of her...Ahem... and began to work. We didn't need wait a minute before the locks came off and clattered to the ground. We then proceeded creeping through the doors into the room. The cellar was by far the largest I've ever seen. We hid behind rows of barrels as we made our way to the far end of the cellar.

As we approached our destination we began to hear voices and, as luck would have it, we found the members of 'The Five Hands' near the end of a ritual. The head figure stood forth. "Brothers!" He began. "Tonight marks the dawn of a new era. The era of which shall be defined by fate and order. We cannot fight the world as it is right now, as we are ill prepared to do so. But fear not, for we shall enter another world where we can use their powers to conquer and enlighten this world and it as well!"

We had to act for a portal was opening, so I drew out my sword that was hidden in my cane and killed one of the members from behind. As his body slumped to the ground, more members came out of hiding and a battle ensued. Arnold used his big hands to smash the cultist whilst Donovan and Samuel fought together in their own way. Those two are my biggest mysteries I have yet to solve. Hanna was using her martial art talent to incapacitate the attackers. As for me, I just slashed my way to their Master. As he was about to step into the glowing, blue portal, I cut his leg drawing blood. The blood began to cause the portal to go unstable. Lightning bolts danced and electrocuted anything they touched.

The portal then exploded, bathing everyone and everything in the blue glow. I could feel body tingling and going numb. It was then I blacked out. Hoping that I end up in an all right place when I awoken.

Chapter One. We're not in London any more.

As I was unconscious, I dreamt the most peculiar of dreams where a dark cloud stood over London like a giant. Waiting to stomp on the city and flatten it. Then came down drops of blood and the clouds formed 'The Five Hands' cult symbol.

Then a white flash of light appeared and I awoke in a room that looks the same as the hospital in London yet different somehow. A brief look around tells me that wherever I'm at, the people here are very industrious, judging by the main use of gears. In the corner sat a most odd looking lady. I can tell it's a lady by the dress she is wearing, but she was a butterscotch yellow with a muzzle, a horn on her head and wings on her back. She even had pink hair. Her eyes were an ocean blue and they were looking at me with fear and curiosity. We stared at each other for a minute, before I made a move.

"Hello." I said trying to sound friendly.

"He-hello." She responded. By her voice I could tell that she was afraid of me.

"Where am I?"

She answered my query. "You're in a recovery room in Ponyville."

I was... a least to say... confused. I had never heard of a town called Ponyville. "I'm sorry but I thought was in London."

"London? That's a strange name for a city Mr..."

"I'm sorry. My name is James Gillon, and I'm a detective. What is your name?" I asked her.

"Princess Fluttershy." A princess! One that I haven't heard of before. 'The Five Hands' must have had something to do with where I am. "It seems you are fine. Would you like to accompany me to the castle. You don't seem like a man who would harm me."

I agreed. I needed answers to where I was, and accompanying her might allow me to find my compatriots. As me and Fluttershy made our way out of the building. I notice more of her people with muzzles. Some with wings or horns. Some without. All of them different colours. But it didn't matter, I was getting stares from all those we passed by. We then entered a carriage, one of those fancy engine ones, and we took off. On the trip I learned so many fascinating things, like the town of Ponyville is the capitol city of the land of Equestria, and that Princess Fluttershy had seven older siblings. They all lived in a palace here in the city, which is not surprising.

When we arrived at the palace I was amazed at the beauty of it. It might not be as great as Big Ben but still. I followed Fluttershy in as the guards bowed to her presence, and through the corridors. After a few minutes of walking and chatting we got to two sets of golden doors. The guards swung the doors opened to reveal a throne room with eight thrones, seven were occupied. "Hey Flutters where ya been?" A cyan princess with a rainbow mane (Fluttershy explained that they were half pony) asked. "And who's this fellah."

"I'm James Gillon, and I am a detective."

Introductions were made all around. Rainbow Dash was the cyan one. Pinkie pie was the pink one. Rarity and Celestia the white ones. Twilight the purple one. Applejack the orange one and Luna, the dark blue one. They explained to me that in this world, there is mainly earth ponies, pegasi, unicorns and Alicorns, which they were. There was other creatures but before they could tell me a guard walked through the door. "Your Highnesses. We found some people trespassing on the palace grounds. We brought... Them..." he trailed off as he looked at me. for a moment he did nothing. Then he lowered his spear towards me and yelled "Halt Intruder!"

"Ahem. This man is not an intruder, he is our guest. Please, bring the trespassers and return to your post. " Rarity spoke up for me.

The Guard growled but followed the order and left. shortly after a group of blindfolded but familiar looking prisoners came in. The guards removed the blindfolds and the moment they saw me they couldn't help but smile.

"James, Gut to see you." Exclaimed Arnold.

"James do you know them?" asked Fluttershy.

"Yes they are my friends." After another round of introductions, Donovan proposed we have dinner. It was getting rather late.

Chapter Two. A dinner and stories

Dinner was, quite to say, exotic. There was foods of all types. Some made of plants not meant for human consumption. Others were edible but had a funny taste. There was even a dish called 'Poison Joke La Rouge', it did something strange to you the moment you ate it. Hanna's voice became low and gruff like a man's, whilst Arnold couldn't stop speaking French, a language he has never learned. Never the less, every result was hilarious. I myself couldn't help but laugh when I suddenly had tree roots for hair. We ate and shared the most recent of news from our worlds. Fluttershy was the only one of all of us to eat only vegetarian meals. As the chat began to become more and more historical, both sides couldn't help but marvel at the most common of similarities. When we told the Princesses of Napoleons last battle twenty years ago, they told us that a wicked Emperor by the name of Tirek, had too lost his final battle twenty years ago.

"I am to curious to how you all met." Celestia stated.

"Oh, YAY! FLASHBACK TIME!" Pinkie Pie shouted. Confusing us all.

"Don't mind her, she's just bein' Pinkie." Applejack assured us.

FLASHBACK. 5 Years ago.

I was walking down Albany Road, trying to get my mind off the case I just couldn't crack. I may be a detective but even I had a hard time analysing bodies for signs of death. The man I was trying to analyse, Rupert Daniel, was a man who got into lots of drunken bar fights, and worked in the most dangerous boathouse. Trying to find a sign that he was murdered by his boss, for knowing too much information, was proving to be a rather hard situation.

I didn't see where I was going and I bumped into a man. Causing him to drop his bags. "Frightfully sorry" I said, trying help him pick up his belongings.

The man was rather curious to what bothered me. " What's bothering you?"

"Nothing. It's just this case I'm working on. I'm having an incredibly difficult time trying to analyse a body."

The man looked at me, smiled and said "Maybe I could be of assistance."

I smiled and shook his hand. "Detective James Gillon."

"Doctor Donovan Bill."

6 months later.

Donovan and I was idly minding our business, sipping tea after another long and hard case. We could move quicker but our most recent cases became more and more religious. And trying to find a viable suspect is proving to become a more tedious task. We finished our tea, and went out for a walk. Noticing smoke on the horizon. After a few minutes of discussing the latest news and gossip, a man ran towards us.

"Please Sirs you've got to help me!" His voice was pleading to us. "There's a madman chasing me."

"Why is he chasing you?" I queried.

"Because he believes I am a spy for the fenians! My Grandmother may come from Ireland but I swore loyalty to the crown!" He was pratically sobbing.

"All right, hide in here." Donovan pointed to an empty barrel. The man climbed in.

Then another man walked up to us. "Hey! 'As any of you fellah's seen a man in a blue jacket come running through here?"

We pointed towards and empty street that lead away from our home.

"Cheers." He said running off that way.

"All right the coast is clear." The man climbed out of the barrel.

"Is it all right if I stay at your place? That madman burned down my home!" That explained the smoke.

"Yes Mr..." I trailed off.

"Samuel Smith, Religious Researcher."

A week later.

As we were sitting down having dinner, a knock came at the door.

"Who could be knocking at this hour?" Samuel asked as I got up to answer the door. When I opened it a large man stood on the other side.

"Guten Nacht!" He said, obviously the Prussian that applied for the job.

"Hello. Come in." I said. As he entered I noticed a smaller girl with him. "What's your name."

"H-Hanna Townhouse." She seemed scared of me."Are you going to harm me like that other man?"

"Other man?" I was intrigued to find this girl was attacked by another man. The Prussian then explained.

"Drunk man was beating her. He's now in Krankenhaus." That mix of Prussian and English was going to take to getting some used to.

"That's... honourable that you defended this girl. But what is your name?"

He just looked at me and said "Arnold Moltchwog."

Present day.

"My that was quite the tale." Rarity mused.

"Indeed. Ahem. May we have some more wine?" A Grey unicorn with a bit of red on the end of his horn came and poured wine into the cup in Luna's hand. "Thank you Sombra." I waited until he was out of the room.

"So.." I began. "How long until you tell him?"

Luna looked confused. "Tell him what."

"That you're in love with him." Luna looked at me in shock. "I know because you began to get nervous around him, you looked at him with love in your eyes as he walked away and you shaped your food into a heart with 'Luna and Sombra' in the middle."

Luna showed a mixture of shock (from my statement) and awe (from my analyses) before asking "Was I really that obvious?"

Pinkie Pie chuckled. "Yes. Yes you were."

Chapter 3. Kidnappings and explanations

As the dinner came to a close, Arnold became drunk beyond measure. At first he was giddy and happy, like a child, but he began to rant on about how meagre the wine here was compared to Prussia's. We had to end dinner before my compatriot started a row with the guards. Let it be said I was grateful he swore in Prussian.

As I awoke the next day, there was knock at the door. "Come in." I said. The doors opened to reveal an armed man in a blue robe with a symbol I am all too familiar with: 'The Five Hands Of Fate'. Quickly I grabbed my cane, unsheathed the sword and threw it at him, momentarily distracting him long enough for me to shoot him with my pistol, which layed on my bedside. The thunderous bang echoed throughout the palace as the man fell to the floor, a hole right through his heart. I could hear footsteps as the guards came to the scene of the crime.

"What has happened here?" One asked.

"A failed murder." I responded.

A few minutes later, I was in court, with the rest of my team. The Royals were the judges, a red ma-Stallion-by the name of Turncoat as the prosecutor, and us as the charged.

"James Gillon and company." The red stallion started. "You are hereby charged with the murder of one of the maids, as well as several kidnappings around the city. How do you plead?"

"Innocent. We are not responsible for the kidnappings." I pointed out.

"Well who is responsible then?" Asked Twilight.

I decided to tell them the truth. I explained that we were after a cult by the name of 'The Five Hands of Fate', we interrupted one of their rituals, got ourselves transported here somehow, and that the dead man was one of their members.

Turncoat looked at us and said "It's really sad how you believed that we would fall for a lie such as that. Your Highnesses, might I recommend the prison..."

Just at that precise moment, a Guard burst through the door. "Princess Celestia, The man is not one of ours!" Turncoat looked to us, took out my gun and aimed it at me. The tension was high in the room as the hammer drew back and leapt forward. The only sound it made was a click.

"What?" The red stallion said in shock as the guards arrested him.

"I figured that 'The Five Hands' would try something like that. So I removed all but one of my bullets in preparation." I stated as he was taken to prison.

"Well that... Was... Crazy! But we should have it coming. you know with his name being turncoat and all." Rainbow Dash said, embarrassed by the whole thing.

"Well, Cults do have a tendency to bribe people to their favour." I told them

"Well that doesn't explain why Sombra is receiving letters from me, even though I never sent them." Luna said.

"I'm glad he's not in the room right now because..." The answer resulted with Luna shouting "WHAT!" After that, I needed to get to a doctor to get the ringing in my ears to stop.

Chapter 4: A walk in the garden.

For three hours, Luna had yelled at me and gave me a lecture on how I should not meddle in the affairs of Royals. Truth be told it was so boring that I fell asleep after a half hour. I was fortunate Samuel awoke me before the princess took notice of my slumber. When she was done, I excused myself to the gardens, Luna in tow. No doubt she needed some fresh air too. When we got to a good depth into the tranquil forest of bushes and flowers, I spotted a bench and motioned for her to sit down.

"Detective, I apologize for my outburst earlier." Princess Luna stated.

"And I, for indulging into a lady's private matters." I told her. She smiled.

"It's just... hard... for me to confess something as deep as my love for Sombra. No doubt the Nobles will cause a ruckus from here to Canterlot for falling in love with a commoner. Lord Blueblood especially. He has always seen Sombra as just a waste of space. AND... that I should marry him instead." The night-colored Princess looked down, sadness and love in her eyes.

Rainbow Dash once told me that since she was five, Princess Luna had a secret love for Sombra. But she knew her parents would not approve and wanted her to be with a rich noblemen. So over years she began to 'hide' her admiration and played like as though she wasn't interested in anyone else. When I came along, however, her whole would crumbled to dust.

I decided to do something to help her. "I am no master of love, but I think you should go for it. Never mind what the others say, it's what your heart wants."

She looked up at me and smiled. "Perhaps you're right." And so we walked off to meet up with the rest.

Author's Note

I apologize for the short chapter. I KINDA hit writer's block. next chapter. longer