Flight by TwistedTitanium

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Detective McMahon
Badge number : 1025
August 26, 2014
11:34 p.m.
544 NW Tarrant St.
One deceased female age 26 Large entry wound to chest. Heart removed.
"Hey Jason what we got this time?"
"Yeah it's another one." the CSI officer said shaking his head "Same M.O. chest crushed ripped open heart removed. Human heart from previous deceased present at scene."
"How many does this make?" the detective asked
"Are we counting the one at the lake?" Jason inquired.
" No not yet anyway." replied Detective McMahon
"Five then, but there's no way we can deny they are at least connected." Jason said to the detective squinting his eyes.
"Yeah I hear ya, but there was no heart present. It's his calling card there's no way he'd leave out that little detail. This guys sick it's his ritual. They may be connected, but it may be a copy cat. I'm not giving him the credit till I'm sure." The detective pulled out his lucky zippo rubbed it with his finger as he examined the apple engraving on i

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He collapsed onto the doughy floor beneath him. He had been in this miserable cell for who knows how many days now? Perhaps even weeks or months, God forbid, years. He had long since lost track of time, yet he did not care.
Those damn fools. Who the hell did they think they were? Locking him up. HIM. A man of science. A bringer of societal advances, and hero to mankind. They would regret this. All of them. If they would not have him as their savior, they would have him as their end maker.
His brow twitched for a momen

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Red liquid poured from the huge gash in Pinkie's chest, and all she could do was utter, "But… why…" before she collapsed on the ground; her eyes a blank stare.
Rainbow Dash stared at Pinkie Pie in disbelief. "Oh god… what have I done?" Her heart began to pound in her chest as she made sense of her horrible act. She had just assaulted one of her friends like the very monster in her dreams did to her.
Panicking, she fell onto her back and started to crawl away from the ghastly scene. Her mind raced with uncertainty of what do to, until finally she let her instincts take over. She stood up, spread her wings, and flew out the door screaming, "HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!!!!"
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A heavy fog began to roll gently into the valley; the town took no notice of it as it was not uncommon for the area. Life was calm and peaceful; until the first child disappeared.
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Edited by Edinpony
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LUNA's Control

WhY dO YoU CoNtRoL mE?
................................................................
"Finally my Eevee is evolving!!!" I glued my eyes to my screen as I watched my level 52 Eevee,Luna transform into Umbreon. " Its been along time of training and fin-" "Shut up!". That was how my mom responded to my excitement but I disregarded her. The animation stopped and I prepared to boot him up with new moves. As I pressed the items menu in my White version a text box appeared and said " Is this why you got me?". I froze to register what i just read before clicking A. The text continued:
"Am I just a tool?"
"Do I just work for you?"
"I should be me"
"IM ME!!!"
I couldn't understand why this was happening. The last bit of text startled me as it was written in large red text. I tried to stop the text from flowing by mashing A but my attempts failed one after other. The text continued:
"WHY?"
"WHY ME"
Luna sounded desperate and a chill of fear ran down my spine. But its just a game right? Nothing

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