Dexy

Chapter 1

“Cold Blood Freak”

Manehattan, 5 years ago.

My name is Dexy Morgan, I work for the Police Department of Manehattan , I’m a white unicorn with brown short hair and brown eyes, and I’m a serial killer.
I was riding my car in the way to a crime scene in an old department on the west side of the city. When I get there a couple of police cars where already there . I stop the car and pickup my stuff from the passenger seat, my camera, my saddlebag, my ID and a pair of rubber gloves (hoof shaped of curse). I came out of the car and every curious pony that already gathered there gave me a strange look. It is normal considering that not any pony has a stain of blood as a cutie mark.
When I was a young colt at the school, other colts make fun of me because my cutie mark looks like a stain of ketchup and they said I had a future in fast food. I don’t quite remember when or where I get my cutie mark I already had it when I join to school and it has been there since I can remember. Maybe it was after “that event”. But when I join the police department my uncanny ability to analyze and interpret stains of blood made itself evident my special talent, even I gain the respect of my work colleagues spite of still calling me the cold blood freak at my back but I don’t mind, I even like it.
After identify myself for the agent guarding the police ribbon around the building and allow me to pass go directly to the crime scene. Another agent guarding the door´s department let me pass without ask. This one already knows me.

-Hi Ray

-Hi Dex

The department looks more like a small library than a department, there is no even a bed but old ponies always preferred to sleep sitting on comfortable chairs than laying on beds. The fire place was still burning which means the crime wasn’t too long ago. Other criminologist already started to photography an recollect the other evidence, a letter on a small table next to the victim´s chair a small grey safe box that was hidden behind a bookshelf, leaving for me my specialty: Blood
The victim: an old white earth pony whit a cut on his throat and a knife on his hoof, possible suicide. I started to take pictures of him holding my camera with magic when the pony detective stands side by me. Cliff Donkin, not as good detective has my former superior back in Mareami but is responsibly , and it makes my job more easy. His cutie mark is a doughnut that’s explains a lot.

-What we have? - I asked.

-Victim´s name: - he answered - Grandeur Bangles , aged earth pony, owns a shoe factory in downtown . Lives alone, no
sons, no wife, no known relatives. Just one friend.

-Let me guess, he found the body.

-Indeed, he´s being interrogated in the hallway by my partner. I didn’t see any trace of blood on him, but you have to processer him to be sure when you discard him a as suspect we can discard the murder. But, what you see?

• No more than you saw, is in fact a suicide, the cut angle is consistent to an self-infringed wound.

I was lying.

-After I confirm it in the laboratory- I continued- and discard the victim´s friend as a suspect we can leave it as what was.

Oh what a liar I was. In fact it was a murder. The pattern of blood in front of the victim indicates that something or somepony was standing in front of him at the moment of the cut, and I notice the traces of blood in the direction of the door at the moment I enter the room. And I confirmed that by analyzing the traces of magic on the knife. Yes I can do that too, it is an old spell forgotten for many unicorns . I figure it out myself by accident but that’s another story.
The same trace of magic was in the letter as well in the safe. There were still money on the safe, two small sacks but the traces indicate that the where two more sacks, maybe three. This not precisely indicates that the murder uses magic on all of it, we unicorns left traces on anything we touch especially the gifted ones. Magic prints is as good as Hoofs prints. It is a shame that I will keep this marvelous criminalistics tool for myself, after all it what keep me one hoof ahead of my colleagues. And I also know a spell to remove my own traces as well, just in case.

-Very well- the detective replied – I expect a report of all of this from you later, I can concentrate on the robbery then. Ok this is my theory:

“The victim´s friend comes to visit him and found the body he assumes is a murder then he went to the phone to call the police but he remembers the safe, as the only close friend of the victim he may know about the safe, its location and even the code to open it. He decide to took advantage of the situation, he went to the safe, open it take the money, on his way out found the letter on the table, he felt guilty return to the safe left some money back which may be the only possible reason to left some of the loot behind having plenty of time for take it all, the hide the rest of the money in his department upstairs, then go back here and call the police from here. But is a shame that he didn´t notice it was a suicide otherwise it would be the perfect crime, and if he realize that later he will be probably blabbing an invented history to my partner trying to fitting in whit the evidence we have here”

-That’s a nice theory – I said- but why he would felt guilty?

-Here, check the letter so you may understand my theory.

“In the safe, there should be enough money to pay off the workers around here for this month, and it might sound a bit far fetched, but if there is some over I want you to donate it to charity.
That’s the least I can do in my meaningless life.”

I have to get an amplified copy of this later, for the room I will prepare for my prey.

-This looks more like a will than just a letter.

-Indeed my boy.

In that very moment Cliff´s partner enter room. Chuck Magnificent, which belly is as big as his ideas, he should be the Lead Detective, lucky for me he is not. If he were here before he surely would notice that the blood traces are not consistent to a suicide. He has a magnifying glass for a cutie mark.

-Sir, I complete my interrogations on the witnesses - Chuck said

-Good- Cliff said- what you have?

-Apparently there was another pony here tonight.

-That’s just great, that put my theory in the garbage.

-Well not necessary sir. - That was Cheryl Miniature, a young mare trainee, just join us last week. - You may have the right theory, but the wrong suspect.

-Thank you my dear- Cliff replied- you just make my day.

Mmmm, I just think the same thing, I said nothing for obvious reasons. I didn´t knew she was that smart; I should knew it before considering she wears eyeglasses and had a microscope on their flanks. Better I watch my back for her. She resembles my step-sister, she stay in Mareami, she now direct the Police Department there. I’m proud for her, Harry would be proud for her too. Hump, Harry, I haven’t think about him in years. With the entire force watching her back and the criminal rate dropping there thanks to her, she couldn’t be safer. That’s why I was transferred to Manehattan where my abilities are needed the most, and my “special abilities” too.

-So Chuck, Cliff ask, he give you the particular sings of the new suspect.

• Yes sir, He was a light gray Alicorn with a dark blue mane, she was Mr. Grandeur´s Butler and he was on duty tonight. His name is Gallant Thorn

-YOU JUST SAY ALICORN!? -Cliff exclaimed with a strong voice- But, spite of Princess Celestia and her sister, they aren’t a Myth?

• I thought the same too – I replied- I read something about them, they aren’t a myth just a very rare breed. She may be the only Aliconrn in all Manehattan

-Well in that case we just have bulletin her with their particulars sings, being unique how hard can be to find her?

-Well sir, is not that’s easy- Cheryl again- I read about them too you see, in ancient times Alicorns were persecuted for jealousy, many ponies believed that it was unfair that they had both, wing and horns, that was even consider an heresy accusing them of practice dark magi and witchcraft but that was just an excuse. An Inquisition was created for that purpose, hundreds of innocent Alicorns were tortured an executed by the Inquisition, but that number may has been diminished by the equestrian historians and probably were thousands a lapse of the History of Equestria when valors of friendship, equity and tolerance were forgotten. That era was known as the Dark Ages. By the end of that era, new kings rise to the throne of the Equestria. A Stallion Pegasus King and a Mare Unicorn Queen. They had a filly that born with both, wing and horn. The First Alicorn of royal blood. Maybe it was for nepotism but at least something good come for it. They known what they had to do to protect his daughter. They declare that the persecution was illegal and order the dissolution of the Inquisition, restoring and reinforcing the ancient laws of equity and tolerance. But even nowadays, Alicorns are afraid from society and many of them remain hidden even in plain sight by concealing his wing that is easy to do. Is not like they are a rare breed they are just hard to find. They could be hundreds of Alicorn living here in Manehattan we don’t even known about it.

AKWARD MOMENT ALERT.

Even I didn’t know anything about that. She was really smart Everypony in the room was with their mouth open. Cliff, Chuck, the forensics that came to pick up the body even Ray at the door that was overhearing everything. All except for one pony in the other side of the room. Another young trainee named Dusty Dust( he had a hoofprint powder flask on their flanks by the way), a Unicorn, or his not? . He suppose be looking for hoofprints near the safe but I can´t avoid notice his restlessness, and was doing a mess because of that.
I can see with my little eye a feather coming out from his work jacket. He notices that too and stretch his jacket to cover it up. It is when he realize I was staring at him and he turn pale. But I blink an eye for him. “Don´t worry little fella” I thought “Nopony has to know”. That tranquilizes him.

-Young mare- Cliff exclaimed- You are over qualified to be here collecting evidence. I will talk to the chief’s department to give him a recommendation of promote you to the laboratory.

-Really!? – Their eyes become illuminated
The very same look when my sister was promoted. I felt nostalgic. I don’t use to have feeling considering the monster I am.

-I always wanted to work in the Lab and now at just one week in force and im being promoted, YAY.

• Calm down, calm down, young lady- Cilff said- is just a recommendation, the chief has first to consider it and think about it. It could take a month or two but if you keep the good work you will be promoted in no time.

• I will sir.
  What is this? A tear? I haven’t cried since my wife was….. I better get out of here now this will ruin my reputation as the cold blood freak. I started to pick up my stuff.

• Well,- Cliff said- that’s it for now I have nothing more to do here. Chuck, do you have the address of the new suspect?

• Yes, sir. I already send two agents there to secure the place, he wasn´t there but they are waiting for us.

• Well done my boy, always a hoof ahead of me. Maybe we can find a clue over there. Lets go, see ya everypony, we will meet at the station when you finish here.

• Sir, - I replied- I already finish here, I´m going back to the station to start my analysis.

• Very good, see you there.- he left the room followed by Chuck
  I put my blood samples and my camera, I was taking of my rubber gloves when Cheryl was passing by me. She finished too and it was leaving for the station. I stop her.

• Uh, Cheryl

• Yes Dex?

• That filly Alicorn from your story. She was..?

• Yes she was. Princess Celestia. Her sister, Princess Luna, was born some years later.