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                Not all cutiemarks are good                
                     -by Silver Speed-                     
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           Chapter One: Little filly, all alone            
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Chapter One: Little filly, all alone
"Hey Sweetie Belle! You seen Scoots?"
Apple Bloom asked as the two fillies
entered the school house. Sweetie
shook her head,"I haven't seen her all
week. Weird, huh?"
"Yeah, weird."
The two fillies entered the class room
and sat at their normal desks.
"Okay, class! Get out your plant biology
text books and open them to part 37."
The whole class sighed, but Nopony
dared disobey Ms Cherilie. As the
teacher tried to explain some supposedly
simple part about how plant cells work,
Sweetie and Apple Bloom continued
to whisper.
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Scootaloo opened her eyes, only to
see compleat darkness. She looked
around, but she could not see a thing.
Scoots became aware of a foul stench
that reached her lungs. She coughed,
almost unable to bare the smell, and
covered her muzzle with her hoove.
Scootaloo looked up sharply, as she
thought she had heard hoove steps.
Something let out a growl in the dark,
and Scootaloo knew she was not alone
any more...

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           Chapter Two: A voice in the shadows.            
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Chapter Two: A voice in the shadows.
London was quite at night. The killer
galloped through the empty streets,
smiling in the dark. His smile was more
of a smirk, and it showed his amazingly
long fangs. He was hungry. Ah ha. His
first victim of the night stepped out of
the shadows.
But, wait. This 'victim'
was camly trotting towards him, not
fleeing in terror. He was not sure if
this was good or not. A voice came from
the shadows, or possibly the pony that
was now only a few metres away from
him. It was a mare, but her voice was
tough. The killer knew her voice and
stopped. She spoke.
"Why, hello Spring Lock. So nice to
see you again. What's the rush?" Her
voice had a British accent.
"It's you." Spring Lock said. He was
still hungry, and her throat was an easy
target. He resisted the urge to bite her,
and asked,"You got her?"
The mare looked at Spring Lock.
"I'm sorry, but I've not got a clue
what you're talking about."
Spring Lock glared at her with hungry
eyes.   "Padlock Chain, I can quite easely
rip your head of your shoulders and feast
on your blood, but I'm sure you wouldn't
want that. So why not give me that damn
filly's location RIGHT NOW."
Padlock smiled, and there was a
mischievous glint in her lilac eyes.
I'm afraid not, sir. I have to go now, but
I'll see you around.
With that, the mare lightly stomped her
hoove on the ground, and the shadows
seemed to surround her. In an instant,
she was gone.