open Murderers Among Us

[GameytheGeemer 147]

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"Check and Mate." Chain Mail said, using a rope to tie Sound Thought to a lamp post by his hooves, and then wrote a note and put it on his chest via tape.

"Check Mate

If I killed indiscriminately as you seem to think I do than you would be dead right now

Don't underestimate me again"

And then he walked into the dress shop.

[Wayzer 1,418]

NightStrike trotted into the Dress Shop playing with a switchblade: "Heeya everypony, I'm back. Sorry for leaving ya but let's say I had some things to take care of first...." He said while looking at the still bloody switchblade.

 

Clapping his hooves he said: "I hope I haven't missed too much, I see you have won Chain Mail. Congratulations!"

[Twilight Sparkler 31]

@@GameytheGeemer, @, @

Shadow Strike sighed as she cleared up the last of the mess left from the fight. Then, she quickly darted into the dress shop. "So, what did you get up to? Anything I should know? Because if you've made a mess, I need to clean it up before somepony notices." She asked NightStrike tiredly. She walked over to the nearest dress and frowned. It was really pretty, but lacked one thing; emotions. Then again, she'd probably still buy it if she had any money.

[Wayzer 1,418]

@,

 

"Well let's just say I already took care of that." NightStrike answered.

"Did you hear there was this huge fire while you guys where fighting. Poor ponies, couldn't get out of the house in time." He said with a sad look. "These are dangerous times for sure, in a dangerous city wouldn't you agree?" He asked while walking over to the same dress.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" he said completely honest.

 

Then he whispered in a really soft voice:

"I believe something is wrong. Sound went down way to easily for somepony who used to be the number #1 killer in all of Equestria. Your friend Chain Mail may be all big muscle and magic, but that guy has got brains. I think he's just playing with us."

 

NightStrike trotted to away to admire another dress.

Edited December 2, 2013 by Wayzer107

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@,@, @@GameytheGeemer, (She's now in the room with you all. If I wasn't clear.)

 

Carnation slowly walked down stairs. She ignored the commotion outside and focused on her escape.

 

It took a lot of effort, but eventually she made it down the stairs. She couldn't run, running would only worsen her already growing headache.

 

When she heard the noise stop, Carnation took a moment to relax. "Thank... Celesetia... Maybe that idiot knew what he was doing..." She heard the sound of belling ringing, and in an instant she felt her heart stop. "... No..."

[Wayzer 1,418]

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There, a quick movement in the corner of his eye. He readied his switchblade. There it was hiding beneath a dress.

"Well well, look at who we have here" He said while smiling at Carnation. "Don't worry I don't think we're gonna hurt you. At least I won't." He said, putting away the switchblade.

 

"How else can I admire more of your dresses if you can't make one anymore. I think I've only met your stone version, but that's a long story I fear. I'm NightStrike." He bowed his head a little. "I guess you're the one they call Carnation?"

Edited December 2, 2013 by Wayzer107

[GameytheGeemer 147]

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"Well, #3. I've come to collect a favor." Chain said, his voice was tough and business like. "If I wasn't so determined to show my resent companion all 10 of the most wanted serial killers in Equestria, I would go someplace sane and with less cops." He said.

"Shadow Strike, this is the Dressmaker. If I didn't get to you first, than she probably would. She picks victims based on a very similar qualities as I do to make ponies into dolls." He explained.@,

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@, (she can't tell if your being friendly)

 

Carnation remained silent, he used that line again. Was he trying to bait her? He said he didn't want to harm her, but his friend already had. What kind of freaks where she dealing with?

 

@@GameytheGeemer, (Carnation can't fight unless... I really can't today.)

 

Then she heard that word again. Serial killer. He was calling one of them, why? She took a step back. "Would have gotten to her. Heh, have you seen her leg?" What was she thinking? This had been the third time this day, night. "... ..."

[Wayzer 1,418]

@, 

 

(He's always mysterious, I sometimes even don't know what to do with him. If he's truly friendly or not.)

 

(figured this would have happened either later or earlier because we now have 2 conversations with Carnation at the same time)

 

"Well, I understand if you feel a bit confused, I would have been to if my life was threatened. But do you accept our request to rest here for a while? I'd surely like to meet a serial killer. It would be my second of the day. I seem to make a habit of it." He rolled his eyes and smirked.

 

Then he trotted over to her and said with a soft voice

"Before I forget dear. I absolutely adore the way you make dresses. So much better then Rarity's style. You get your inspiration from yourself, she has to get it from somepony else. And I find the materials you use much more..... interesting"

Edited December 2, 2013 by Wayzer107

[GameytheGeemer 147]

@,(Than just don't fight. He's not looking for one, so he's less likely to just go full on murder rage on her for yelling at him)

"Yes, I have seen her leg. I was the one that did that, after she broke her leg to try and break the bonds." He said, completely calm and serious.

"And now. I suppose you'll want to perform an interview. Determine how she picks her victims and the whatnot" He said to Shadow Strike.

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Rarity's style.

 

materials you use

"He knows," She thought. She was her grasp of everything around her. Her once safe haven to work on dresses ,and others, was quickly turning into a cage. Nothing made sense anymore, and she could keep hearing... "And what are you going to do about it."

 

 

 

I was the one that did that

 

 

victims, victims? victims?

 "They're not victims," She thought, "I ask... they help me willingly. I'd never."

 

"What's the name of the mare upstairs..." ... Her own question had caught her off guard. "What was I going to do to her?" She took another step back, and started to breathe in heavily like she did before. No, she was breathing like she was in the bar. "I'm not a murderer... I make clothing, I...I..." This mulled over in her mind for a moment. She realized something she seemed to have forgotten. Her talent, her rivalry with Rarity, almost all of her life. "I make clothing." Her breathing slowed, and she could feel her fears and slowly melting away. "I know that it might not be some of the finest material... but how can I say no to such willing faces..."

~ (The last part was in her head, because I had some time)

 

Carnation started to walk strait past the two stallions. Her entire face was looking downwards at the floor. She refused to make eye contact, except with the one in the back. The mare of their little group that was eyeing her dress, she gave her a look of utter disgust. Then she continued walking, the dress in front of the mare went up in flames. 

 

She half way up the stairs and looked back at the group, "You can have whatever room you like, Stay out of mine!" She continued walking again towards her room. She wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight.

Edited December 3, 2013 by danzxc123

[Wayzer 1,418]

@, 

"Thank you dear!" NightStrike yelled, ignoring the snide in her comments.

"Well, for a serial killer she doesn't look very certain of herself." He thought, then turning to Shadow Strike:

 

 

@, 

"I don't know what you did but she certainly doesn't like you for it." He chuckled while cleaning up the ash from the burnt dress.

 

"Well this town is certainly amusing." And with those words he sat down in the corner.

[Twilight Sparkler 31]

@@GameytheGeemer, @, @

"A shame, really." Shadow Strike commented before walking into the center of the room. "So, what are we supposed to do know?" She asked, not wanting to sleep. She thought back to the first time she'd been here. She had a pony upstairs. Shadow Strike thought. She sat down and looked at her hair; it really needed cutting. She liked having her hair down, but it got in the way of her work.

[Wayzer 1,418]

@@GameytheGeemer, @, @

 

"Well we're supposed to get some rest. So I'll go upstairs." With those words NightStrike trotted upstairs. He he went into the nearest empty room.

"Mmmm, no key but there is a lock. That means it must be somewhere else." Of course NightStrike wasn't planning to sleep. The modifications made it possible for him to rarely sleep, and still be alert.

 

So he sat in the corner and listened to everything what happened upstairs.

"I love that spy training, and the nerve enhancements work too perhaps." He thought with a wide grin.

[Doc. Volt 2,561]

"WELCOME MULES! TO THE RAINBOW FACTORY!"

 

a red stallion was spaking from above a platform, under it a lot of fillies pegasus were shaking

 

"...i know this speach like i wrote it.." Doc said

 

"well we all know that very well.." Contrail replyed ".. that's why we are basically a part of the factory.."

 

"a gear that never stops.. i know that Contrail... i am the lead engineer here and that's mean also that i know what turns around here.. but that fillie... that 'momma and papa'.."

 

"... nothing special.. guards just said us the she have special parents... but as long as she is inside here she is just a piece of meat.."

 

"you are right Contrail... is the device ready? We need at least 6 Etholiters this time.. or Dashie is gonna kill us.."

 

"Dashie? funny name Doc.. i think that a gun pointed at your face is nicer than her face pointed at yours.."

a greasy pegasus was flying toward the two engineers

 

"Volt! Contrail!!"

 

"for the last time stupid mud pony the name is Doctor Electron Volt.."

 

".. the.. the machine... the worker... surge .. explosion.."
 

"for the love of Celestia Pipe Wrench! what the hell is going on!"

 

"you must come and see sir..."

________________________-

a wounded pony was standing behind a huge machine rumbling and spitting Spectra everywhere

 

"what happened?" Volt asked

 

"I don't know sir, we found him here singing.. like he is now.."
 

"I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the fillies walk by full in their summer colors
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes"

 

"worker! shut the hell up! what happened here?!? what happened to the machine???"

 

"machine? uh uhm uhm uhm

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black"

 

"he's gone Doc... the factory took his mind... just like what will happen to us soon.."

"shut up Contrail... now carry this idiot down to the lover floor..."

 

"I wanna see it painted black, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun, blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black...

uhm uhm uhm uhm destroy the Spectra.."

 

"now i have to fix this sht by myself! and probably it is still filled up with lifestocks! damn it!"

 

"need a help Doc? cleaning up those machine.. can be.. quite shocky..."

 

"Do i look like a mare Contrail?"

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Carnation felt terrible as she walked up the stairs. It took so much out of herself to resist... her work. She wanted to make master pieces out of the ponies downstairs, but she had already seen what one of them could do to her; and his friend seemed to like getting into her head.

 

She knew she couldn't. They were far too strong, but even if she couldn't have her way with them now. She still had someone else waiting for her in her room.

 

A maniacal grin grew across her face as she neared her bedroom's door. She had to resist the urge not to unhinge to the door as she entered. It was still silent. Grape Shot still hadn't woken up.

 

Carnation walked slowly towards the bathroom door, and pushed it open. Just like she thought, Grape Shot was still asleep. She started to calm down at the sight of her volunteer, sprawled out in the bath tub like a helpless child. "Now dear." She said, "Let's get you cleaned up."

 

She used her magic to lock both doors, and then she picked up a cloth to scrub her.

Edited December 4, 2013 by danzxc123

[Wayzer 1,418]

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When Nightstrike heard Carnation coming up the stairs, he tried even harder to listen." He heard her going into the bathroom and then:

 

"Now dear." She said, "Let's get you cleaned up."

*click*. And the door to the bathroom was locked.

 

Although he could have easily picked the lock, he decided not to and let Carnation go on. "Now we are going to see.... well rather hear some action" He thought while grinning.

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Grape Shot finally started to wake up. A warm, wet feeling surrounded her; but she still couldn't tell where she was. She could hear someone humming something.

 

Slowly her vision started to come into focus, and she could see a tan mare with pink hair. It was no one she knew. "Well... At least your one of the cuter one I've woken u~" She was taken by surprise.

 

The mare had started to rub her with something. It was a cloth. "Well that's new?" She thought. The mare continued her humming and scrubbing until she got to her hair. At that point she had enough of these games. "I think I'll just take my~"

 

"What's that dear?" the mare said, "Now don't fuss, we have to get behind your ears." 

 

Grape had a confused look on her face as the mare started scrubbing behind her ears with the cloth. "Alright?" Then she started scrubbing the side off her face. "That won't due... It's just too dirty..." 

 

"Listen miss, I've got to~" Grape could feel herself being gripped by her throat. The mare wasn't touching her though. She didn't have time to react as her head was driven under water. "See you have to scrub like this." The mare continued to scrub her with the rag. Only now it seemed like she wasn't trying as hard. She was taking her time. "You should really take better care of your skin."

 

She tried to speak, but it came out as nothing more than a bunch of garble. She was losing oxygen, she was dying.

 

She started fail her hooves about wildly; and as a reward for her efforts. She could breathe. Although after she saw the look on the mare's face she wished she hadn't. What was once cute, was now an enraged glare. She was rubbing her cheek. Had she kicked her? She didn't know. The mare just keep staring at her with a crossed expression. Then in an instant. It became a smile. A sick, deranged smile.

 

She could she the crazy in her eyes, and tried to scream; but the mare had clamped her mouth shut with magic. "Now, now dear. I know you like to play games, but now isn't the time." 

 

Grape felt something stab into her side, and her vision was going black again. "See, isn't everything better now? Now after you've had some thought I want you to apologize for your little out burst. We should be friends after all. Isn't that why you offered to help me?"

 

"H-e...l~"

~

Carnation finished washing and drying the now unconscious mare. Then she lifted her and placed her on the bed. She threw some covers over her so she wouldn't be cold. "There, there. I  know we act rash sometimes, but I would hate to leave us on such an unfriendly note. Dear I will expect that apology once you awake." 

 

She gently kissed her forehead, and then sat near a small table where she could finish a few orders while keeping watch on the mare.

Edited December 5, 2013 by danzxc123

[Wayzer 1,418]

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"Well that's interesting. Too bad she is still in the same room though. I'd like to talk to the victim. Well I guess this has to do." NightStrike  practiced a bit with his switchblade. He never saw a big use in the sword, why should you fight with somepony straight on if it's just as easy to stab them in the back.

[GameytheGeemer 147]

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Chain Mail, who had been watching hither-to unnoticed, put his sword across Night's neck. "Well, stabbing the gracious hostess for a chance to talk to her hungover victim? That's dumb. Especially after I went through SO MUCH work to get you two a place to sleep." He said with a notable amount of sarcasm in his voice.

"EXPLAIN." He added. 

[Wayzer 1,418]

@@GameytheGeemer,

 

"Daayum Chain no need to get upset" NightStrike said irritated.

"I was practicing with my switchblade, I'm a spy turned assassin you see, I need my practice too.. Of course I wasn't planning on stabbing the hostess. I would wait until she left." Then he sighed: "But I guess after you came storming out loud in here, she won't leave her anytime soon." NightStrike complained.

"I would have love to see what dress she would turn intro. Well that's too late now I guess." then he smirked at Chain Mail "could you please get that blade off my neck now"

Edited December 5, 2013 by Wayzer107

[Twilight Sparkler 31]

@@GameytheGeemer, @,

"This is no way to behave--you'll get blood on the floor." Shadow Strike said, walking up behind them. She looked at the closed door and frowned. Maybe I could volunteer in that mares place... She thought.

 

@, @@Doc. Volt,

Silver watched the stallions leave the room. "I reckon we could escape if we go now." She said to Cheeky. She looked around. All the doors were blocked, except for a vent in the ceiling. It was big enough for the fillies to fit through. And it was open. "I'll cause a distraction, you fly into the vent. I'll catch up." She said, before taking off. She started whizzing around the room.

Edited December 5, 2013 by EmeraldStreak

[GameytheGeemer 147]

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"If you want me to keep my throat off of ponies necks." He started, putting up his massive (and indestructable unlike the one that was broken) Zanbato back on his back. "Keep them from sneaking around locked doors with a knife. It's far too suspicious for their own good." He finished as he walked out of the room. 

[Wayzer 1,418]

@, @@GameytheGeemer,

"Well thanks but I had the situation perfectly under control." NightStrike said showing his swithblade.

He was annoyed because somepony managed to sneak up on him

 

"I was a spy for goodness sake" NightStrike thought "Sneaking around was my job. How the hell did he sneak up on me anyway. Nopony ever did."

"I don't think he was a spec ops pony, they're good but not that good. Well at least I kept myself in check. I almost threatened him with my knife too, that would have escalated in a big fight" He smiled at the idea. "But I'll need his friendship too. Well, I guess I should go back to my room and listen from there. My enhanced hearing should pick anything up. And this time, I'll be prepared for certain intruders."

He trotted back into the room, and sat down switchblade ready

[GameytheGeemer 147]

@,

(Since I honestly have nothing to respond to, I'll respond to your thoughts and be called fucking nutzo. Honestly the reason I would even be able to do that is by sheer guessing strength. Improbability drive, activate)

"Oh, you thought I was in THAT Spec ops group. Please, don't make me laugh, I could take out 10 of those fillies without even trying. No, you wouldn't have ever heard of my group. Knowledge about us is limited to the princesses and ourselves. If you can call the 3 that survived basic training a group anyway." He said, responding to the thought in quotation marks.