Of Takings and Vengeance

The second I saw the sandwich lying on the ground, I knew what happened. Somebody took her from me. Nobody just drops a half eaten sandwich on the ground with the intent on throwing the condiments everywhere. It doesn't make sense. She never does that. I didn’t cry, or break down, I just stared blankly at it.

“Bass.” Buck said beside me. “Now, we don’t know what happened. But that’s her sandwich, right?” I nodded.

He could say that we don’t know what happened, but I knew better. I knew that car was suspicious. I should have came back with her despite her wishes. Maybe she’d still be here. Unless there was somebody else I had no idea about, and she had been seeing behind my back. But there’s no way. I ran up the driveway of the house the car was parked in front of, and started pounding on the door.

“Hello?! Is anybody here?!” I yelled, continuing to pound on the door. And elderly mare, an earth pony, around her 70’s answered the door with a knife in her hand.

“What do you want, boy? It’s 10 at night!” She said, poking the knife out the door.

“Please, have you heard anything odd in the last couple of hours? Please, anything.” I was panting now.

“Why?”

“My girlfriend, we can’t find her, we think something might have happened to her.”

"Oh. . . I heard some screaming outside while I was heading into bed, but I thought it was just some kids messing around. . .Pinkie Pie's Party is tonight after all." She said, having lowered the knife. My eyes began tearing up, I couldn't believe that this was happening. No, there was no guarantee she'd been taken. Not yet.

I bid the mare goodnight, and walked back down the driveway, trying to think logically of anything else that could have happened. Buck and Rainbow Dash were still at the edge of the driveway, trying to figure out what they could about this. Rainbow was on her phone, she had called the Royal Guard. She hung up the phone and looked over to me.

"Celestia's Missing Ponies squad is on their way here now. I still think she might be wandering around somewhere, just going for a walk." She said to me.

"No. She would have told me if she were going to go do something like that. She wouldn't just go without telling somebody. That isn't Bright." I said.

Like Rainbow had said, Celestia's royal guard were there rather quickly. The leader of the investigation, Detective Magnifying Glass, pulled us aside. We just called him Mag when we saw him with Twilight's brother. He was fairly tall, almost at my height, standing about Six foot two. He had his coat on. From what I understand, he's solved every case he's ever been put on. I hope and pray to God that this doesn't become the first case he doesn't solve. Even if somebody took her life, I want to know.

"Bass? I have some questions for you." Mag said, trying to get my attention. I shook my head and nodded.

"Mhm, go ahead, Detective." I replied. The police everywhere examining the spot of the car, her sandwich, and then going to the party to ask questions made me slightly uneasy.

"Now, when did you see her last?"

"I fucking told you. At the party. Why do you need to question me?"

"It's just protocol, we need to question everybody at the scene. Okay, Buck and Rainbow Dash over there have already answered my questions. Now I know you're worried, but just bear with me, okay?" Mag said.

"Alright... She told me she went on her period, and she was going home to get a tampon. She said she'd be back in ten minutes. Rainbow Dash called you about two hours after we went looking for her."

"Okay, now, Buck said that you said something about a black car? Would you tell me about that?"

"Yes, it was a black car, and the windows, there were like, custom tinted. Like whoever owned the car told the Mechanic, or automobile worker that he wanted them ridiculously tinted like this. There was somebody in the fucking car too! Their head was following us while we were walking. And since the windows were so unbelievably tinted, I couldn't see inside. All I know is, that somebody was sitting in the car, and they were fucking watching us."

"Do you think that there is any chance Miss Bright could have just ran off with somebody else?"

"No, no, not at all. I'd sooner believe she'd been fucking kidnapped. Is that what happened Detective?" I said.

Mag shook his head. "Now there is no complete proof that is what happened. It's a likely possibility, I'm sorry to say, but there is not proof. Now, might you tell me what she looks like?"

"Alright.. She was wearing glasses. They're black. She has a red mane, and an orange coat. She's about 5 feet 8 inches tall. about D cup breasts, round butt, small hands. She was wearing a turtleneck and galaxy leggings to the party. . .Please Detective, please bring her back. . ." I said. I was on the verge of sobbing.

Bright was all I had. Her and Buck of course, but mainly her. I was in love with her. I can't even last a couple days while I'm on a trip to E3 with Buck without her. I pulled the ring out of my hoodie pocket.

"I was going to propose to her tonight, Mag. We've been together for six years for fuck's sake. . ." I began sobbing. I couldn't hold it back anymore. Mag patted my shoulder.

"Hey. I'm going to bring her back, okay? I've yet to let a case go unsolved, and I'll be damned to hell by God himself before this becomes my first unsolved case." He patted my shoulder, and pulled a cigarette from his pack. He offered me one. I hadn't smoked a cigarette in years.

I took one.

I lit it up with his lighter, inhaling deeply. Now, since I smoke weed with Bright every other weekend, and a little during the week, smoke didn't bother me. But I swore I'd never smoke again. But I needed it. I didn't know what the fuck else to do. It was disgusting.

"Is there anybody you could say has any reason to kidnap her?" Mag asked me after taking a couple puffs. I didn't even need to think.

"Yes. I can think of a few people." I said almost immediately in response.

"Would you mind giving me their names? I'll talk to them about this." Mag said, pulling his detective's notebook out of his coat.

"Smith Wesson. . .Jason Pants. . . and Spirit Searcher." I said, slowly as the thoughts of my rage toward each of them came back.

He nodded and said "Alright, I'll go interview this Jason Pants character tonight. Is his name literally Jason Pants?" He asked. I nodded.

I sighed and leaned against Mag's car. This wasn't happening, I refuse to believe that my baby was taken from me. She was playing a trick, that's it. She's just hiding and everybody is in on it. I'd go home and she'd be in bed on her laptop, like she is every night. I would hug her, kiss her, tell her I love her, and we'd cuddle and fall asleep.

I knew that wasn't the reality. Deep down, I know what happened to her. Someone kidnapped her. I knew.

Mag looked over at me, seeing the small Cross laying across my chest. "Bass, are you a religious man?"

I nodded. "Yes, sir. I read my bible here and there. I wear my cross."

"What's you're favorite Bible verse?"

"Matthews 6:9-10."

"Would you mind repeating it to me?' He asked, taking a puff of his cigarette before flicking it to the ground.

". . .After this manner therefor pray ye: Our Father which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy Kingdom Come. Thy will be done in Earth, as it is in Heaven." I said, taking my last puff before flicking my cigarette down as well.

"You have your faith. Now, I need you to have faith in the Royal Guard and in me that we will bring Bright back, alright, big guy?" He patted my chest, pocketing his notebook. I nodded and sniffled.

"Oh, one more thing-" He pulled a pair of glasses out of his other coat pocket. I recognized them immediately. "The scavengers found this in the grass. Do these belong to her?" I choked back on my tears, nodding. He handed them over to me. "I'll let you keep these. We're gonna stage a search party to go searching through the woods and fields surrounding the town. We'll take volunteers, and some of the police will be there as well. I'd advise you go help out as well, it's the most you can do by now. You need to go home, Okay kid?"

"Don't call me kid, just find my fucking girlfriend." I said. I didn't take my eyes off her glasses. I turned and started walking toward home. Buck chased up beside me.

"Bass! Hey, i've been calling you. Will me and Rainbow see you tomorrow?" He asked, keeping a hand on my shoulder. I nodded slowly, still staring at her glasses. I opened the two flaps of the frame, and put them on. Buck smiled at me.

"Those look nice on you. We'll have to get you a pair when Bright Sunset comes home, buddy." He hugged me tight. Not like we usually do, he just held me. He knew I was hurting. He let me go and patted my shoulder before going back to Silver's side.

I kept walking, noticing how the Glasses didn't much affect me. She uses them because she's blind as a bat without them or contacts, but I see just fine with them on. I decided i'd wear them. She'd need them when she came home. I walked up the side of the house, turning the door knob. I forgot she had the house key. I saw them have her purse for evidence, It was probably in there. I walked back around the side and muscled open the garage like last time. I stepped in and closed it, walking through the garage door into the house. I opened the drawer in the kitchen and took out the spare key, placing it in my wallet.

I opened the freezer, pulling out the bottle of wine I had bought for us to drink after she agreed to marry me. I took it and went down to my Man Cave. I rolled a joint and lit it up, smoking off of it and drinking down the wine. I was miserable without her. Even being the few hours, knowing what could have happened to her by now, I was miserable. I loved her. I needed to find her. I decided I'd go to every search party I could to find her.

My mind pondered on what could possibly have happened by now. She could have been raped by now. She could have been tortured, she could have been burned.

She could have been murdered.

I sat in my chair and cried. I didn't know what else do, I just cried and cried. Until I finished the wine and my weed. I got enough strength to pull myself upstairs and into bed. As I got undressed to go to sleep, I noticed the picture of me and her she had on her side of the bed. It was about a year ago when it was taken, at one of her friend's weddings. It was of me and her kissing, and she was wearing the Bride's headdress. She was beautiful. So beautiful. I loved her so much, I still couldn't believe she was gone. I held that photo in my hand as I slowly drifted off to sleep, lightly sobbing. I Need her.