Murders of Canterlot

Glowing Fact and Glare Fair arrived at the noble district just minutes after the newspapers and rumours got out to the public. This time however, Fact was not in a good mood. Just a day went by with one murder and now today not one, but two more ponies have be murdered brutally like the last one.

Heart Dawn and her team was already doing their part when the detectives arrived. She was analysing the corpse of one of the guards, whose horn was cut in half and had a silt throat. The detectives looked at the victim, this murderer must be found.

"Dawn I hope you've got answers" Fact cleared her throat, trying to keep her anger under control. "Because I sure got some questions to ask you"

Dawn didn't lift her head to look at the detective, she was more curious about the guard's slit throat. "Cause of death was a quick slash of the throat. By the way it was cut, I guess the culprit was waiting for them like a spider on its web, waiting for its next meal"

"Explain"

"The murder must of been waiting between the gaps of the buildings as the alleyway got narrower, this guard named Private Ring Blink was the luckiest one as his death was not so brutally than Private Sharp Drops"

"Sharp Drops?" Fair asked as he wrote in his notebook. "What happened to him then?"

"Well Mr Drops' death isn't a topic I don't want to think about" Dawn's stance shifted awkwardly to the left as he eyes looked away from Blink's corpse. "His legs were snapped, providing his escape. He looked like he was dragged by the neck where his face was beaten to the point where we could see his bones. But the frightening and the most disgusting part was that his horn looked like it was pulled straight out of his skull like a gorilla pulling out plants from the ground"

Fair shook his head to get the image of a monster pulling a unicorn's horn out. But Fact didn't show any signs of emotion, as her brain gathered up the information. It was awful she admitted to herself, but it gave her more evidence that the monster had claws and maybe walk on two legs. Gathering up her thoughts, she went on.

"Where is the body? I need to see it"

"I'm afraid that you can't see it at the moment" Dawn informed the detective. "We already taken the body for further examination, if we can find a DNA or something from body of the murder, we might also find out what it is"

Fact surprisingly nodded her head, dispute her anger telling her to protest. "Very well, did the guards had a team with them or were there only two of them?"

"They were in a team, yes. Their captain is waiting for you"

The detectives said their goodbyes and their lucks for Dawn as they headed out of the crime zone, where the captain was waiting for them. The Pegasus stood near the crime scene, looking shocked by the lost of two of his guards. He held something in his left wing, but it out of view thanks to his feathers. His head turned to face the detectives as they showed him their badges.

"Captain, my name is Detective Glowing Fact and this is my assistant; Detective Glare Fair. My sympathies for your guards" Fact spoke with some support for the captain's loss. "But we need to ask some questions about what happened, can you do that?"

"I understand" the captain said with a hint of fright in his voice. "It was late in the night when my team heard something causing noises in the alleyway. So I sent Sharp Drops and Ring Blink to investigate what was making those noises. 'Bout half a minute went by before we saw a flare going up into the air, requesting aid. We went in and that's when..."

The captain stopped talking, his eyes derated about. The detectives watched in confusion.

"That's when what, captain?" Fair asked, trying to get the captain to continue talking. The captain shook his head and looked at the detectives dead in their eyes.

"I saw it" the captain whispered. "I mean I didn't get a good look at it, but I saw its figure in the shadows of that alleyway. It stood on two legs and held Sharp Drops in its claws, it dwarfed us as if we were still foals. I guessed it saw us because it started to climb up the buildings' walls like a monkey. That was all we saw of the beast"

Fair wrote everything the captain said down in his notebook, writing as fast as he could whilst Fact had all the evidence to support the fact that there is a monster in Canterlot doing all the killing. She must write a report to the princesses, telling them about the discovery.

"What else can you tell us?" Fact asked the captain for more information about the monster."Anything else that could help us in our investigation to find this murder?"

"There is one thing that might help you" the captain muttered as he brought out a dagger under his wing. "This fell off the beast as it climbed the walls, maybe it help you find it"

Fact picked the dagger up with her magic and analysed it. It was craved iron blade with a steel handle, it had detailed symbols around the handle and where it connected with the blade, it was shaped like a eagle's head.

"I know those daggers" Fair gasped when he looked up from his notebook. "A griffin sells those in the Marketing Square"

"Then we got some interesting questions about who this griffin was dealing with" Fact acknowledged as they galloped towards the Marketing Square.

"Maybe also show this griffin what this blade as done already"

Somewhere, in the old industrial district of Canterlot in the east, a factory blows out smoke from one of the eight brick chimneys. Doors tall, yet reinforced with iron bars and locks. This once mighty factory was closed down for nearly five hundred years... Until less than four months, the factory came back from the dead.

Inside still had its original mechanical engineering. But instead of making armour, or having pony labourers, it was filled with diamond dogs wearing protective masks and yellow suits. The furnaces burned bright, making the inside of the factory looked more of an underground organisation than a honestly living. The dogs were being watched by axe-wielding minotaurs, keeping a lookout for anything out of the ordinary or anyone lacking off. They watched on the balconies on the upper floors, where their bosses work.

In a room overlooking the whole factory through dark tinted windows, was a reasonable size office. It had, like that of the factory's enterance, reinforced doors with iron bars and locks yet it was built more differently, like it was made in another part of the world. Inside the office held a enormous desk, on one side had folders of charts and diagrams of how business is doing, whilst the other had a paperworks that need to be finished soon before an incoming shipment of their products. There were pens and pencils from smallest to largest placed nicely and in order. The owner of the factory had his hands together and was leaning back into his chair, watching his factory workers doing everything according to plan. That was when his doors to his office opened.

Coming into the office holding boxes were two intimating minotaurs. Holding the box filled with office related items was a hulking brute with one of his horns broken off in a fight. A red scar covers his right eye whilst the rest of his face was covered in tribal tattoos. His muscles was big enough to be mistaken for a prop place in front of fitness gyms, not as if he never been into a gym before. His fur was a murky brown whilst his hooves were more greyish. On his back rested a giant maul mace, with an steel handle for him to hold onto. The other minotaur was more slimmer but yet still have enough muscle to looked imitating. This female minotaur had in her head a box filled with golden Equestrian bits, whilst having a smirk looking grin across her face. Her silvery hair was held in a ponytail, her eyes were purple and her horns craved like that of rams. Her greyish fur shined in sunlight and her yellow hooves are often mistaken for gold. On her thighs were two axes, formed in the most barbaric way possible that it was too brutal to be true.

The two minotuars placed the boxes on the factory's owner's desk, who was still watching the work below him.

"We've got everything you need, boss" the female's surprisingly eloquent voice spoke to her boss.

"Is that so, Morrgain?" The boss's deep yet sinsterly hypnotic voice questioned.

"Absolutely, boss. Whilst Wreav here got the necessary equipment you wanted, I went around selling Zims in the 'local' market to all of our private customers"

"All of them?"

Morrgain shifted to her left and darted her eyes around.

"Well?" The boss impatiently waited.

"All, except for one, boss" Morrgain admitted. "That 'Hush Wing' prick wasn't there, nor did he had the money for the last time here was there"

"Thought as much" the boss sighed disappointedly, not by this Hush Wing, but by Morrgain's falseness. "There always is one buyer that needs to know his deadlines" he took something out of his jacket pocket. It was a golden watch, ticking the time with its arrows. The boss merely looked at its arrows passing by.

"Wha' would you want us to doing 'bout this, boss?" Wreav's rusty voice crooked. "Wha' 'bout that griffin git, wanna make his littl' ol' shop his grave?"

The boss didn't answer, not did he turned around to face the minotuars. A few moment of silence went past before the big arrow on the watch hits twelve and the small arrow hits nine. Once it did, the boss placed the watch back into his pocket.

"Alive, but make sure Mr. Wing and his shop has marks that'll remind him to pay up next time, because I may not be in a generous mood otherwise"