Demi immediately jolted, her magic immediately tossing Scootaloo to the side, crashing her into the wall where she was tied to the first time I seen her. She was slumped over, unmoving even as Pretty rushed over and the screen was static for a moment. The recorder was gone-Demi must have noticed that it was taken all along. I adverted my gaze from them as my ears flickered towards the sounds of Diamond. With the way the two are-no, I can't see the sort. Scootaloo's fine. She was reckless, but she's okay. Diamond needs to be focused on, she's the one doing the talking. I don't trust her at all-my focus should be only on her, but I can't seem to do so.

Silver Spoon stirred as she started to move. Diamond tackled her to the ground from shock, her strength was directly placed in her arms. Her weight pressing down on Silver immediately. The screen flickered and went away-Pretty must not be focusing on the situation at hand. She was the only one showing everything after all. Still, it went back clear as day again later. They were battling together-Diamond's features meshed as Silver Spoon tried pushing back. What had we missed due to the latest static? Diamond wouldn't attack so randomly. With a direct hit coming from Silver, Diamond tensed as she was slammed. A one knock slam against the wall proved that Silver had the upper hoof.

"You think you can defeat me?" Silver Spoon laughed as she watched what she created smolder against the wall from the impact. "If that little whorse can't with her might, then you surely can't. Though, I must say, she's personally much stronger. For a pregnant mare she can deal damage." Diamond huffed at the compliment towards Scootaloo.

"Your my friend, Silver, I know I'll end you," Diamond's eyes narrowed. "I'm saving you from yourself. Your willing to take lives for no reason." She laughed at Diamond's words. Silver Spoon's eyes shifted. She looked right behind Diamond. She hadn't paid atten--No, she was. Demi was behind her clear as day.

"You know the reason very well, that's why your here." Something was glowing from Demi-her horn! She was planning something with it, I just need to warn her before its too late.

"DIAMOND LOOK OUT! BEHIND YOU!" I screamed out. Diamond's eyes turned to the size of plates as she turned.

"Where did you--" She didn't notice her at all. By the time Diamond could react, Demi levitated something up with her magic-I couldn't see clearly. Maybe a chain? I perked up over the sound of whispers and Diamond's choking as a chain slithered around Diamond's neck like a snake and began suffocating her.

Hush now, quite now,

lay your head and do not fret.

Hush now, quite now,

I know your quite upset.

Fear you have will take hold-

for what you did was very bold.

Just lay down your sleepy head,

hope dreams show, instead, at bed.

Drifting into the black,

just hope you don't come back.

Drifting between the light-

Its time to say good night!

Demi was smiling behind the mask as Diamond's form began to slump down-her body began to loosen as she became weightless. Her body fell silently to the floor before a figure grabbed her leg with ease. She turned away from us, her back was on us-Pretty must be now behind her.

"She knocked my mask," Devastation had been written in Silver's features. She lacked any care for Diamond's antics. "It took a while to create it. Do you think she can create it again?" She head turned towards Demi for a moment before Demi started Diamond's treatment.

"I'm sure she would, dear." Demi replied lightly. "Your plan, whats it now?" The sound of metal closing something was evident. With a pause, Silver answered.

"I can't tell you, the answer isn't needed yet."Silver answered, a pause following suit. "You do what you need to do-finish the job. I'll handle Dazzle here. We can't let the mistake grow any bigger, shall we?" A pause took place once more, then a replacement.

"The mistake has grown large, indeed." Demi agreed. "It won't take long. These things never do dear." Just then, the sounds ended entirely. I pause as I look around.

"What was that?" Sweetie Belle exclaims, finally speaking up from what happened earlier. Pick Pocket trotted in immediately after the screen turned off, acting somber yet still showed an air of high confidence. She trots towards me, facing away from me.

"Talk to me quickly. I assure you that Demi surely isn't going to allow you much time left." How could she have possibly---?

"Excuse me, but did you forget my presence, Scatty?" I glare at her. Why can't she just shut her trap? "You've...uh...changed." She made a face at her.

"I don't think that's-" Sweetie whispered to Pick Pocket before she was interrupted. Sweetie wasn't comfortable and neither was I.

"Why is she here?" She was colder then I ever heard her. "Is this a part of the torture?"Pick shakes her head.

"Your plumper then ever. I can't believe you wasted your life to be like..this." Scootaloo growls at her, holding the filly tight. "I always knew you'd be like this. Shame, I thought you'd prove me wrong."

"Shut your tramp trap!" She barked. "Why don't you go suck on Pirouette some more, while your at it! Both of you can buck off for all I care!"

"That's no way to talk to your big sister!" She yelled, Scootaloo's eye watered for a moment before she spoke.

"You never were a big sister. Big sisters don't do what you did." She wavered before she came to her conclusion finally. "Now go, just go already! Tell them what you did, what you let happen. If you don't, then just leave and don't come back for me." Pick Pocket looked torn before she lowered her ears and head.

"I'm not going to say," She replied honestly. "I can't, at all. You know why." She refused to have any of that, judging by it all.

"No, I don't know why! You left before you even had a chance to tell me!" Scootaloo snapped. "Please..wait outside at least.." She wavered slightly, looking away.

The memory struck me immediately. I narrowed my eyes immediately as I figured out my answer for Demi.

"Why didn't I think of that earlier?!" My anger fumed. I should have realized. "You know her personally, don't you?!" Pick Pocket lowered her head before immediately lifting up soon after. She was going to speak her way out of this.

"How could you possibly come to such conclusions? How would I possibly know her personally?" Pick mused at the idea. "Being a lawyer surely makes you highly knowledgeable in this sort. Could have possibly heard from all the racket you've been causing, no?" She lifted her head, her bangs hiding her eyes. A smirk creeping along her features.

"That's correct, you could possibly have heard that way," I counter. "However, that wouldn't be possible in the least!" Pick Pocket moved backwards at the realization.

"Apple Bloom, how could that not be true?" Sweetie Belle whispered towards me. I shot her a look.

"Its true because Demi's never been pictured on screen-in fact, their methods never were mentioned anywhere! Even in the Manehatten Police Department Files lack that information! Unless your admitting your holding back evidence that we haven't heard of, in that case, its a felony." Sweetie Belle gasped at my revolution.

"She's not legally able to hold back the case like that!" Sweetie Belle finally peeked up.I nodded at that answer.

"Even so, Demi's not dumb enough to allow you to wonder about with knowledge of that multitude!" I said. "Now, lets try again:Are you close to Demi?!" Pick Pocket was stunned until she shook herself off.

"I'm not authorized to state--"

"What about your sister?!" Sweetie Belle snapped-her voice wasn't carefully hiding her anger. "Your Niece or Nephew? What about them? Do you not care for any of them?"I shot her a look of surprise. Sweetie Belle's anger didn't flinch as Pick stepped back once more.

"I care for them, its just not wise to state my situation," She cleared her throat. "I prefer staying above land, not buried six feet under."

"Your interfering with an investigation. You'll head to jail for the offense." I warned. "Besides, if your a big sister, then you wouldn't care about the like." I look away.

"But your just like your mother. None of you ponies have loyalty to your own." I turn to walk away. "Come on, Sweetie, we don't have time to waste." Pick Pocket glared down towards the floor before she ended my walking.

"I know her personally, yes," She quickly responded. "You've wasted precious time, you fools." She looked away, coughing slightly at something.

"Just answer the damn question." I turn to face her. I took notice of her face as she refused to look anypony directly anymore.

She paused for a moment. "I know her perfectly. She's the reason I've become a lawyer in the first place, why I don't get along with Scatenata. The poor soul-I wouldn't talk to me either." She trotted towards the mirror before placing her hoof down harshly against the glass.

"I know Demi because she committed these acts years before the first victim," She glares at the wall. "I know her because she's my mother."

Author's Note

Whelp, I done Demi's too fast. I had only that idea for right now before what happens next chapter. Then again, its just a hypothesis on their part.

Dazzle is Cannon Diamond's middle name.

Might have lied about Demi, but that was the problem. I went with the flow of the chapter, and that's where it lead me. Its only a part since its too huge to be 1 chapter.