I looked on at the fogged up window of the engine room as a stream of blood sprayed onto it. The world seemed to be moving in slow motion at this point. Even in the frigid cold, I could feel sweat pouring down my brow. It'd been years since I'd had to brandish my gun.

"Okay...let's do it." Swanson turned to me and said.

It was in that moment that I realized just how much my little Swanson had grown up during this investigation.

"After you rookie...you've earned it." I nodded.

Swanson gripped his service weapon tightly and pushed the door open. My stomach was in knots as I followed him in.

The first thing I saw was two bodies slumped down right next to the door. Bullet holes were littered all over their bodies.

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Bobo honked his nose nervously after seeing what he'd just done. Brock and Agnes shared worried glances as well. If Joanna wasn't the last killer then... who could it be?

"No. It can't be! There can't be a killer in our triangle of trust!" Agnes cried hysterically.

Brock shook his head somberly.

"It just doesn't add up, does it?"

Bobo eyed the two warily. It wasn't him...it had to be one of them. Had to be.

It was then that he felt several sharp pains in his torso. He looked down at his large belly and noticed blood fountaining out.

"bobo" he remarked sadly, as he collapsed on the ground in a heap.

"lol nay nay say the horsey!! hahahahahahahaha spends"

Spenser cheered loudly as his mare creaked forward. The merry-go-round could hardly be said to be functional; there was no electricity, a large fracture splitting a section of its base, and scorch marks everywhere, rendering many of the animals unrecognizable. Spenser was riding one of the few relatively untouched animals: a beautiful, white unicorn mare. Its pearl horn gleamed brightly in the moonlight, causing Spenser to rub it excitedly.

"hahahaha so brite!! lmao spens" he giggled to himself, when suddenly the horn's light dimmed.

"lol come back shinee lite hahahaha spensde" Spenser pleaded at the horn before he noticed someone was seated behind him, blotting out the moonlight. Spenser's wide eyes darted back to see a cloaked figure riding the panther behind him.

"lol o no spens dont wanna die hahahahah run like the wynd bullseye lmao spens" Spenser blurted out before leaning forward on his unicorn. The figure behind him did the same, and the chase was on.

Thirty seconds later, they had each moved half a foot. Deciding enough was enough, the person in the cloak stepped down from their panther and stepped towards Spenser.

"hahahahahaha o no o no faster horsey faster!!!!! lol spen" Spenser yelled out as he rocked back and forth, willing his unicorn forward as fast as he could.

His efforts were short-lived as the cloaked figure grabbed him by the neck and slammed his face against the unicorn's head.

"hahahaha ouch lmao spdnes" Spenser yelped with pain. In a last ditch effort to escape, Spenser dismounted his steed and pushed his attacker to the ground, before making a break for it.

He didn't get far. The attacker lept on top of the unicorn and grabbed Spenser's shoulders, before jerking him backwards, ramming the back of his head straight into the unicorn's horn. They then tightly gripped his head and jerked backwards once again. This time a loud crack was heard as the back of Spenser's head began to split open.

With one last yank, Spenser's head was driven all the way back, and an even louder crack was heard, as the horn pushed through the other side of his skull. The horn completely protruded from Spenser's forehead.

"lol look mama spens a unicron now lmao s...sp.......sp..........."

No one would ever know what Spenser's last word was meant to be. Before he could finish, his giant, doelike eyes closed for the last time.