CHAPTER 21

I'm back with yet another chapter, everypony. Before I get to the story though, I just want to make a little speech. I want to give my condolences to the families and friends of the victims in the latest terrorist attack in Brussels. Anyone who kills innocent people to foment a twisted religious agenda deserves to be executed. And If I could, I would personally hunt down and kill every jihadi on the face of the Earth, and eliminate their vile kind from humanity. Secondly, to all of my readers out there in other countries (ones that aren't the US), all I can say is be glad you're not here. This nation is nothing but a gaggle of harlots, people who buy and sell each other while our political and corporate masters use us like the puppets we are. We have two political parties, and many Americans blindly follow their pundits like good party zombies, and take their daily brainwashing like obedient serfs, and all the while, Rome is burning down around them. I'm done with politics, they can all burn. My vision of a perfect America is one where it finally collapses under the weight of its own corruption. My vision of a perfect Middle East? A huge smoking crater with Israel standing alone as an island amid the destruction. Now that my own government is spying on my computer for saying these things, let's get to the story. I hope you like this one. Enjoy and please review.

The five of us sat silently in the small room in the Ponyville police department, trying to process our thoughts. I glanced back for the hundredth time at the four BlackOps ponies standing in front of the steel door, and I thought about what was inside the heavily guarded room. When we had prepared for the operation that had netted us our prisoner, the thought had occurred to me that we may end up here. Yeah, I had seriously considered in the darkest parts of my mind that if we captured somepony, it might turn out to be another Pinkamena. It was improbable...it should have been impossible, but here we were. Inside that room was the killer whose life I had ended years ago. Inside that room was Pinke Pie. She was sitting there, not twenty feet away. This had to happen. She held the answers we were looking for.

"One of us has to do this." I finally said.

"I am still trying to figure out what...this is..." Masada muttered. Captain Steele looked up at me.

"I'm not a cop." He stated. "And this shit is getting too damned weird for me."

"Fuck this...I just wanna kill her." Shadow remarked in a sulking tone.

"I'm going." I said with a nod.

"Bub?" Budder sighed.

"No...it's alright." I answered. "I need to do this." I stood and moved to the door, the four soldiers parting to let me by. I stopped at the door, pausing long enough to take a deep breath and sigh. I pushed open the door and walked in.

The room was small, about the size of most ponies' bathrooms. Inside, two lanterns hung from the ceiling, providing a dim and ominous glow to the chamber. There was a desk, and on the other side of the desk, chained to a wooden chair, was Pinkie. As I walked in, the murderous party pony watched me with a warm and friendly expression that was chilling unto itself. I stared at her a few moments, not sure how to begin, and watching her body language, wondering if she even knew who I was. I finally pulled out the chair on the other side of the table and sat down. I took off my cavalry hat and sat it in front of me. I tried to focus on the big picture.

"First off...who the Hell are you?" I asked.

"I'm Pinkie Pie!" She announced. I cleared my throat.

"Hell, that, uhhh...that gets one fear outta the way..." I muttered. "Alright Pinkie, I have some questions for you, and you're gonna answer."

"Okie-dokie-loki." She smiled.

"Fuck you." I stated. For a brief moment, I saw her expression darken, and there in that moment, I saw pure evil in her eyes.

"Well you're mean, aren't you?" She cooed.

"Don't you remember me?" I asked incredulously. She shrugged. "You really don't."

"Of course not. We just met. Remember, dummy?" She shot back.

"The basement? Five years ago?" I pressed. "I killed you. I fucking killed you, Pinkie." Her eyes immediately lit up.

"Oh, that wasn't me. Well, it was me, but it wasn't me." She explained.

"I don't have time for riddles." I said sourly. "I already know there's a shit-ton of you, and you're all out killing everypony in town."

"Well duh. I have to make my cupcakes, don't I?" Was the reply.

"No. You don't." I growled. "You Pinkies have made your last cupcakes, and I'll tell you why." I stood, and paced the floor. "You're gonna tell me where the other...you's are hiding, and I'm gonna go kill them. I'm gonna kill every last you in Equestria. I don't give a damn if it takes me the rest of my life."

"Your life?" Pinkie snorted, then started giggling. "Silly, your life is almost over."

"What?"

"Just wait till tomorrow. We have a big, super-duper party planned!' She said happily. "You and everypony else in town are invited." Her expression grew dark again. "And you're all going to help with the biggest batch of cupcakes ever! And when we're done in Ponyville, there's a whole big, wide world out there for us to play in." I tried to hide my fear, and subdue the shaking that had taken over my body.

"Ho...How are there...so many of you?" I asked. She grinned evilly.

"And into her own reflection she stared, yearning for one whose reflection she shared, and solemnly sweared not to be scared at the prospect of being doubly mared!" Pinkie recited.

"What the Hell is that supposed to mean?!" I demanded. Pinkie leaned forward, as far as her restraints would allow. She smiled a huge, psychotic grin, and I swear that her eyes actually extropiated...going full reverse cross-eyed.

"Kill me if you want..." She said in a creepy tone. "We can allllwaaays get more of me!" I stared at her for a moment. There was a war coming the next day. I had learned everything I needed to know. And now, this twisted killer was sitting there, staring at me, daring me to speak again with her eyes. I sighed.

"You know I'm going to kill you now." I stated matter-of-factly.

"Yep!" She chirped with a smile. I placed my right hoof on the grip of my saber. "I'll see you tomorrow!" Pinkie added. The joy in her voice did little to mask the foreboding of the statement.

"Don't worry..." I said. "...I'll be waiting for you." With that, I drew my saber and in one slash, sliced open her throat. Her blood sprayed out onto the desk, spattering on my face before Pinkie fell forward onto the table. I watched her body convulse a few times, then lay still. I stood there silently, thinking about what I had just done. I had killed countless ponies in my time as a detective. I had almost always felt a tinge of remorse, even if just an inkling of guilt of having ended another life. No matter how bad a pony had been, they had been...somepony, and I was a little sorry for having to end their life. Not this time. This time, I didn't feel anything. I slid my saber back into its sheath, picked up my blood-spattered hat, placed it on my head, and casually exited the room.

"Bubby?" My sister squeaked fearfully when she looked up and saw me covered in blood. I gave her a little smile.

"It's not mine..." I said gently. "It's okay."

"You pull a fucking me in there, man?" Shadow asked, narrowing her eyes. I shrugged

"Uh...L.T.?" I turned to see Steele giving me a baffled but concerned look. He scoffed, smiled and shook his head in disbelief, then handed me a handkerchief. "You got a little red on you, sir." I took the cloth and tried to clean up the best I could. "Not exactly subtle there, L.T."

"Nah..." I agreed. "It wasn't even murder...I man, it's not like she's the only one, right?"

"There's fuckin' more?!" Shadow exclaimed. I nodded.

"Yeah. According to that one, a bunch. And they plan to take out the town tomorrow."

"Like the whole town?!" My sister asked in surprise.

"You sure about this?" Captain Steele pressed.

"Yeah. I got that much out of her at least. They're coming tomorrow, probably en masse, and it isn't for blintzes. We got a fight coming."

"Did you find out...like how there are so many of her?" Budder queried.

"I think we would all like to know that as well." Masada added.

"Well..." I began. "All she said was...some little rhyme about a double mare or something. It didn't make any sense." I thought a moment. "She did say something...she said 'Kill me if you want. We can always get more of me.'"

"So they can make more?" My sister asked, wide-eyed.

"I guess that's what she meant." I said with a shrug. "Wouldn't surprise me, really."

"You're taking this shit way too easy, L.T." Steele sighed. "Can we strategize this, please?"

"Right." I agreed. "We have an army of Pinkies to deal with. Don't know how many, but since their whole plan involves slaughtering the whole damned town, then spreading out across the country like locusts, lets assume there's at least...say fifty."

"Fifty." Steele repeated. "Of her..."

"Yes, Captain...maybe more." I said. I noticed his sour expression. "Anything to add, captain?"

"Yessir...just that this is one big bag of dicks..." The BlackOps officer complained.

"Noted." I nodded.

"So what do we do?" Masada asked.

"Kill em all." Shadow stated tersely.

"Yup." I sighed. "There's only one thing we can do. We arm ourselves with everything we got, fortify a position, and when they come..." I drew my saber and began angrily wiping down the blade with the handkerchief. "...we throw them a little party of our own."

As the story takes a final dark turn, it looks like a great battle is brewing now. How does this bode for Drake and crew? Can they survive a Pinkiepocalypse? I will try to have the action-packed next chapter up soon. Until then, thanks for reading, everypony. -Drake