Power ponies thread of hope.

It's been two months since we found him.

The girls and I had just returned to the mansion that day only to find the place was totally destroyed on the inside, with the only evidence of Spike was his mask cut in half painted with blood. After doing a DNA test, our worst fear was confirmed, it was his.

My little brother, our friend, and a savior of our city Maretropolis, was dead.

It's one month since Spike's funeral. All of our families came out to mourn with us.

I still couldn't believe it, our Spike, was killed by a couple of thugs! I vowed that I would never kill, but if I ever find the ones who did this, I would tear them limb from limb as slowly and painfully as possible. And I know I'm not alone. Rainbow found the mask while we were looking elsewhere.

One moment I was looking through the hallways looking for him, next second I was debating which was louder, the lightning, the crying and screaming, or her shouting, "I'll kill them all" repeatedly.

Around this time was when I noticed how much we took him for granted. He was our anchor, he gave us strength when we were weak. Hell, he even cleaned after us like the slobs we are.

And on top of that we practically abused him and didn't notice, like how often he picked up my messes when I leave them all over the floor, all the verbal abuse and pranks from and Dash and Pinkie, how Rarity used his attraction to her own needs, and how when the Mane-is created a fear gas that would've drove the city to madness.

Spike would be able to hack that machine in his sleep! The only way we stopped it was having Fluttershy drop it from the top floor of the warehouse.

Sadly, the civilians, or even the villains, failed to remember he was even there.

But now we have a bit of a "distraction" you see, not even a week ago several murders began to popping up all over the city. And not just random murders, thugs, and criminal organizations all went down in a day when we couldn't even figure out where they were.

And this it was not a coincidence because all of these murders had a symbol at them. A neon green circle with an X going through it that was painted with the victim's blood at the scene of the crime.

But, believe it or not, that isn't even the worst part. There were some survivors but they were scared, and I mean that in two ways.

About Half of them were sliced across there limbs, eyes, and sometimes across the chest so they barely could breathe or even speak or mangled in other ways, but somehow still alive. but the other half had it (quite possibly) worst.

They had barely been hit but it was how they acted. They cried in fear when in the dark, they had bloodshot eyes and screamed at things that weren't even there, like knives, bats, killers, and other phobias, but when I tried mind reading, It was NOT pleasant! Scratch that is was a nightmare!

There was no light, not even in broad daylight. And there would times where there were nightmarish chuckling and two burning embers and four knives like diamonds, And blood spilling from my eyes like crimson tears, the ground, walls, and everything in sight was a nightmare-ish plain of ice!

When I got out of there, I Immediately puked buckets. To put it simply, whoever the hell this was, he was a complete monster! bad people deserve justice, not one creep I've put away deserves any of that, not ONE.

We started our investigation immediately, but even with our best efforts there has been no recorded history of anything similar happening, no criminal or Asylum patients, no one did this, and even after days of searching and work, all leads led to a dead end, but even then we won't stop yet, but what all this lead to was something that left scars, and even if they heal, I'll hardly ever be the same.

I am Twilight Sparkle (a.k.a Masked Matter-Horn) and this may be our greatest threat yet.