Murder at Midnight
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Chapter 2
As soon as Midnight saw Sweetie Belle's crumpled up body on the wet, cold floor, he instantly felt remorse and guilt. Her once cute and cuddly face was now a broken up puddle of blood, which barely even resembled the little filly anymore. She was still breathing, luckily, but Midnight needed to dispose of her body, somewhere, quick. It was hammering down with rain, also freezing cold, probably below zero and a layer of fog was starting to appear. This was good though, all the elements had probably shielded the nearby residences from the noise and events that had dramatically unfolded moments ago. He was invisible, hidden by the weather, but Midnight didn't know how long his cover was going to last, so he had to act sharpish. There were rows of buildings, but none of them seemed to fit the description of what he needed. He spent a good five minutes skimming the streets and evaluating each particular building. Many were residential homes, the kind of place that families would live, close to the stores, close to school and as a result most of the houses here were occupied by families. But it seemed that the rest were just shops, notably and most importantly, included the Cake's. As he was scanning the nearby area, he hear.d the oh so familiar sound of a police siren nearby. 'Holy shit, they fuckin' called the cops already?' Midnight frantically thought to himself. He was now desperate for an option of getaway, but whilst he was searching previously, he failed to notice the perfect hideaway nearby. He had looked down at the pavement, which was now filled with a strange mixture of what seemed to be blood and rainwater, he saw the abandoned house in front of him. "Perfect." he muttered as he bundled Sweetie Belle's warm, but yet soaking body into his hooves and trotted to the front door. It was boarded up, but the wood had gone green after time, suggesting that this place hadn't been used in a while. Midnight heard the sirens getting closer, and he realised that he only had one option. Kick it down before he was located by the impending threat. He dropped her onto the flooded street, and took a run at the door, sending it flying open in one swift move. He cantered at a jogging pace towards the seemingly lifeless body, scooped her up and galloped inside. As he was going towards the doorway, he had noticed the police cart in the distance, which meant he didn't have much time left. When he was in, he quickly familiarised himself with the surroundings. It looked like an exact copy of the Cake's store, except considerably aged and dirty, which was understandable due to the fact it had been left for the best part of a year, probably. The carpet was a red, shag type, but had lost most of it's colour due to the leak in the plain white ceiling, which had turned it a reddish brown. The stairs was an obvious indication that there was an upstairs, but Midnight daren't go up there, because of the lack of light and general creepiness. He could see a couple of stray items, but as soon as he heard the cart clattering past he shot his head round and freezed. There was a quick moment of panic, but as soon as they passed, he knew they wouldn't come back. But, he was probably now Ponyville's most wanted, and a task force would be sent out to capture him, since crime is normally unheard of. So unnatural. Now, he pondered the thought if there was any way he could ever come back, into society. "Fuck that." he thought as he smirked to himself. There was no time to waste, and he quickly locked the rusty door. No one was getting in, and no one was getting out. Then he realised. It was just him, and Sweetie Belle now. No-one left to stop him. He was free to do what he pleased.