One Bad Day...

"Alright get em outta here." The CSI forensic anthropologist said sighing as he covered up the face of the guard that had died, a toxicology report would later reveal the cyanide extracted from the crushed up peach pits, elder berries plucked through the grates of the window. and apple seeds, but their current deaths baffled the investigators. There wasn't much of a crime scene, the bodies had been marked and gone over with the forensics and were on their way to the coroner for an autopsy and aforementioned toxicology, but barring all that there was just that all to fear educing thought of a crazed psycho on the loose and possibly, no likely armed. Not only where the guard's service revolvers and spare bullets missing, but so were; a shotgun with riot and live rounds, several canisters of tear gas, shock batons and cuffs. As well as an armored uniform and an ambulance.

"When was he last seen?" Dr. Twilight Sparkle said to the officer as she went over the details.

"Dr. Sparkle you're not an officer of the law, I don't want you messing around in things you have no business tampering with."

"He was my patient...and I knew him...from many years ago...ago...ago...

"So the formula that says may look intimading...but if you look at it like this 23 X 2 + 23 X 2=138, 138 is the total of the the remaining side or C, really it's amateur hour once you get used to it, hey are you paying attention jack?" A younger Twilight said as her tutoring partner was dreamily scribbling on his homework. The bad day is still several months into his future and the graduation incident is still roughly a year away.

"Hmmm? oh yeah Twilight I am." He says his voice not yet the twisted Mark Hamill, Jack Nicholson, and Heath Ledger assorted varieties he'll flip flop back and forth with, occasionally digging up Caesar Romero for kicks. It's more meek and shy, almost like Fluttershy's voice if a boy had it. "It's just...oh why should I trouble you with it.?" He says hastily solving his geometry problem.

"What is it? You can tell me Jack it's okay." She says patting his shoulder and rubbing his back gently and reassuringly, echoing her future as a psychologist determined to help others feeling depression or anxiety in life. "You can tell me."

"My grandmother...She's in the hospital for diabetic shock, Dr. Quinn says if she'd only take her insulin; watch her diet, and take her vitamins she wouldn't need to be see for the condition. says she's on the verge of losing her foot, possibly feet or legs. My grandpa too." He sniffles softly a tear stains the cover of the Mcgraw-Hill geometry book. "In the cancer ward for his lung, said they'll HAVE to perform a total pneumonectomy and he'll have maybe six months to live. If it hasn't spread to anything." He breaks down and buries his hands in his face, she nudges his cheek, like her pony self would a good friend. The future known to them both, she never knew than that she was patronizing a crazie.

"Don't you think you should be there for them before...they...you know pass on?" She asks as she hugs him tenderly. The first signs that he's not what he seems to be as he stares blankly at her and his facade of sadness fades.

“A living man and a dead man have the same number of particles that muck the systems. Structurally, there's no discernible difference, sans the decay and breaking down of the organic mass as they rot away. Life and death are unquantifiable abstracts that are no different that the past and future Twilight. Why should I even care?” He pulls his phone out, She's a bit concerned with the blank emotionless tone. Then it changes to one highly inappropriate. "Hey twilight look! This guy...made a video of his dog a few days before it died. Wanna know what's funny?"

"What?! How someone losing their pet days before its birthday possibly be funny?!" She asks disgusted by the way he laughs at the old fox like shiatsu dog laying on a bed, the owner strokes the old dog lovingly, foreshadowing it's fate.

"Well...he says to it, you're birthday on the sixteenth is coming up, this dog died on the sixth, the day this video was filmed. To some that's only harsh in hindsight. I find it...funny....funny..funny"

"Really I should have seen that as the first sign that Jack wasn't right in the head, At first I chalked it up to him trying in his own special way to cope with the impending death of his grandma and grandpa...but really it was hard to tell. Also I've long abandoned that train of thought, thinking of someone "In their own special way" and, "because that's who they are." Really such ideologies are the plights of dreamers detached from reality."

"Hah, sounds more like you're the exact opposite of everything your patient was...is Doc, He's so detached from reality that he'll hurt and kill and see it as nothing but a game, yet you're so grounded IN reality it's making you abandon most of the tenements of psychology."

"Only the one's hacks treating five year olds with ADD To condescendingly talk down to them officer." She says as she stands over the black bags holding the bodies. There is no chalk or tape outline, truth be told it's almost never really used.

The thunderheads rumble and clatter over the old gates of the original Canterlot High, The building he had been at was abandoned and next Fall a New modern building several block a way would replace it, there was a real estate developer who was trying to sell; it either as a conversion into a private residence or a new public building. He stood at the gates along side Jack as they talked shop. The real estate agent sipped a travel mug of berry punch as his 'client' in a weird purple trench coat and hat stood clutching a cane, the old haunt of Canterlot High looming ominously over them both. "So...I just got ownership from the city, cost me a bundle too, but with the new High School almost ready, I think it was worth it. What do you think?"

"Well, it's garish; ugly and bums have had to be hosed and tear gassed out, when I would have preferred using Zyklon B. The place is crumbling to dust, and the whole building brings back painful memories of outdated schoolyard bullying and test anxiety." He said tapping his cane on the gates.

"So...you're not interested in it than?" He said as he sat in a swing set they had set up the next to last semester there.

"Are you NUTS?! I love it?" He said happily as she looked up the still there horse statute, though it lay surrounded by the bolts where the foundation once stood, the gateway to Equestria all but gone, but moved to it's new home.

"Really? Great! I mean, this place ain't that dilapidated and it's still pretty sturdy. That's eighteenth century construction for you. I think It'd make a pretty nifty and even eccentric private home for you."

"Actually with my ties to this place's past, I was thinking of holding a class reunion here, for old time's sake's...but enough about that, shall we shake on it?" He says holding his hand out to him smiling. As the Broker swung back and forth on the swing.

"ugh sure okay I can...uggghh!" He says feeling the pin prick of a long puncturing pin enter the palm of his hand. before he felt his airway close up and his face go red and swell up. The tell tale signs of Anaphylaxis.

"Bee and extracted wasps' venom, I don't have any idea if you're allergic to it or not, but even the most resilient of men would die allergic or not to the equivalent of swarm or two of the stinging insects entering the blood stream. Now naturally I won't be paying you for this...You've already signed the deal to transfer ownership to me as a partner in your LLC, that's what those papers really were about you signed earlier. You were ignorant enough of this gobbledygook to truly comprehend the documents, but as the French say...Say la vee!" He said happily as he left the broker dead in the swing set, his face bloated and red, and that was before the post mortem methane would build up in the body.

The clerk at the counter placed the black revolver on the glass counter. the clerk looked to the woman in the lab coat and skirt and wondered what a lab technician would need a Smith & Wesson Model 15, commonly used for law enforcement. "now...there's a nationally law of a waiting period of three days, but you're doctorate and M.D credentials do check out...and you mentioned emergency circumstances?" The clerk said handing her the box of ammo. Twilight held the gun in her hands and checked the chamber, empty of course but the new loading mechanisms held up nicely.

"Patient of mine...as much as I don't want to admit it, has been declared criminally insane, and he escaped from custody recently, I"m not officially deputized to pursue, but I"m going to see....some old friends in town that are involved with law enforcement, hopefully they can understand and deputize me to follow up on the search." She said handing the clerk bundles of good old fashioned cash. "Then of course...I think we can wave a few of the regulations due to extenuating circumstances. The clerk wasn't some hick man in a shaggy beard and trucker cap, it was actually another woman like her. She wore a humorous NRA hat and a black tee that read 'You're about to see my other pair of 38's.'

"If you're pals in the force ask, you didn't get this piece from me sug." She said winking as she looked up at the brainy young scientist. "ya know, ah could throw in a shoulder rig free of charge if you'd just...come on back fer a...fitting of one." She said with half lidded eyes, her true intent not lost on Twilight, who was NOT intrested.

"I think I'll pay for it, thank you."

"You're loss cutie, I'd have given you a good deal on it."

"Just wrap it all up before I try the gun club around the corner." She said pissed off as she loaded her new piece, hoping to an extent that she wouldn't have to shoot to kill Jack Jolly Moore...somewhat.