—(Twilight Sparkle)—
I pour over the crime scene, and look at the census of names to determine who is doing this. The Director, must have something to do with his real name. Maybe somepony with a mark in filmmaking or stage plays. It’s been two hours since the building exploded, and the ponies inside. The Princess is working on that, leaving me to the paperwork.
If this pony thought he could get away with this murder, on top of his already grave crime of foal kidnapping, than they are an idiot. They may blow up one building, but I doubt they will do much more. It’s already been two hours, and no death.
*Knock, knock, knock!*
I open my door, only to see a mailpony standing there, “Package for one Ms Twilight Sparkle. Sign here please.”
I take the clipboard and quill, and sign my name. The mailpony pulls in a large, like a huge, crate. Barely even fitting through my door. I nod at the mailpony as they exit, “Thank you!”
They exit, muttering about the tartarus on their back. I pull the crate into the center of the room, and open it up.
I instantly gag, and almost vomit from the smell. I cough into my hoof, and cast a odor clearing spell. I walk closer to the crate, and peak inside.
Two earth ponies lie inside, heads separated from the rest of them. I jump back in shock and disgust, before seeing an orb in my table. The orb powers up, and the pony looks at me, “You continue investigating, don’t you? Here’s your reward, good job, Twilight Sparkle. Say hello to Ms and Mr Scootaloo. I’m sure this is the first time you’ve seen them, let alone heard of them. Ah, your Princess would want to keep them out of your sight, it might just shatter your innocence. See them now, paying for what they did. Their child, abandoned on the side of the street as they ran, leaving her for dead. Only her Aunt and Uncle stumbling along her managed to save her. These cowards have been enjoying their life in Las Pegasus, not even thinking about their daughter once. Paid the price for what they’ve done now. Look at them, Sparkle, look at them and remember that they are the average pony.”
I only stare, unable to understand, before asking, “Do you think what you’re doing is right? Do you think this is okay?”
The pony stares at me for a while. I can see his mask break for a single second, literally. I can see the barest hint of a frown behind the smile on his mask. Then, the mask repairs itself, and the pony shakes his head, “What I do is for the greater good. What Apple Bloom is going through, all for the greater good. I am perfectly right in what I do, there’s no other way.”
I snap at the pony, “Killing ponies is for the greater good!? What kind of sick, twisted, morals do you have to conclude that!? In what world is killing for the greater good?!”
The pony snaps back, “The real world, Sparkle! My world, the greater world around you! Not everywhere is all sunshine and rainbows, and sometimes Harmony fails! What I do only helps ponies and other creatures!”
I stomp my hoof, “Killing ponies helps ponies now!? Is that how you justify your killing?!”
The pony leans into the orb, talking calmly, “I have never killed somepony who didnt deserve it. I’m not a killer, I’m a savior. I have saved this world countless times, and you claim your better than me because you defeated one pony? Well gee, I’m sorry I wasn’t there to do everything. All the unnamed ponies I’ve defeated you haven’t even heard of. Mare of Light, Evil’s Voice, Slendermane, Ahuizotl, Sphinx, Cain, Torn Claw the Rebel, all of them defeated by my hoof and my hoof alone. Don’t make it sound like I’m evil now,”
I shake my head, “You kill ponies all so that you can seem good.”
The pony laughs a bit, “If you think I’m bad, you should’ve seen my mentor. I swear, that stallion loved seeing me scared. A love that hasn’t passed on. Now, young Apple Bloom walks through here. I suggest you stop before more ponies die, Sparkle. I don’t want to have to warn you again. The count reaches twelve because of you, I suggest you wait for Apple Bloom to play the games.”
I ask one last question, “Who are you to determine the value of life?”
The pony looks right back at me, “I could ask you the same. Are the lives of ponies worth this one child, that will be fine anyway? Look in the mirror, Sparkle. Even you have a dark side.”
With that last statement, the orb explodes.