Silent Memoirs

by NocturnalEagle

Rating: everyone
Tags: Adventure, Dark, Sad
Length: 198

1+1=2. But it isn't always that easy.

It's the cold winter in Ponyville again.

The peaceful landscape is disrupted by a bloodcurdling cry. Soon afterwards, Detective Summer Blossom is called in to investigate what seems at first glance a simple gun shot. But soon, the same killer strikes again, leaving a trail of death behind.

Now Summer must answer the questions, Who's next? And why?

As the case unravels, she realises that order and law are never hand in hand, and that sometimes, its the silent guy who makes the difference.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-11-27 15:03:26 UTC

Chapter One

ONE

The phone rang. The clear, thrill of a barely used phone. Soon enough, it was accompanied by a clopping of hooves, fumbling for the phone.

Those same hooves raised the phone, trembling all the way. "Yes?"

A voice replied, "We need your rifle again."

"What for?" The pony trembled as she listened, shuffling her back hooves.

"Like before. Assassination."

"Targets?"

"Target. Singular. We'll send you the relevant info soon. Make it clean, no witnesses and don't miss."

The pony laughed. "Do I ever?"

She put down the phone and stared off into space for a bit. With Celestia's sun was setting in the west, she began to laugh.

For Detective Summer Blossom, waking up was bad enough already. Being forced to haul ass to a murder scene was not her way of waking up.

But her job more or less dictated her routine for her.

"Hey, Blossom." The officer on duty greeted her.

"Morning, Sargent. What happened?" Blossom sipped from her cup of coffee.

"I'll let you in. The inspector's inside can probably do a better job of explaining than I can."

Blossom nodded her thanks. The door opened, and she trotted in.