Colts will be Thieves

“... if you don’t want to have to talk about this in a police station, we’d better get back home right now.”, a muffled voice said as Olympus was regaining sensibility. Actually, he wasn’t sure if it was the voice that was being covered or that he was just too blacked out to properly make an understanding. All he remembered was flying across the street from the Spit of Fire, until he was hit by the side of a speeding car.

Once he was finally able to open his eyes by a crack, he saw the silhouette of two ponies walking away only faintly illuminated by street lights. He made an effort just to take a look at his own body to see the aftermath. He was so dismayed by the swelling throughout his body that he dropped his head back on the floor, with that smack seeming to awake his nerves, reminding him of the pain he received all together.

Olympus felt he had no choice but to lay there, it mind as well have been hours for him. He also couldn’t help but think it was finally payback against him, especially for giving such a lousy apology to Speck just ten minutes ago. All the conflicting thoughts became too much for his state of mind, slowly putting him back to his slumber.

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“Detectives, you may come in now.”, Olympus heard as he regained consciousness. He opened his eyes to find himself lying in a bed in a hospital room.

“Err, how long has he been in a coma, nurse?”, he heard a stallion ask.

“For about a week and a half, detective.”

A week! Olympus was supposed to be back in Ponyville two days ago. He turned his head to see two unicorns walking in his room, both in trench coats.

“Ah, now he’s awake.” said one of them. “Olympic... Optis? Is it? Are you feeling okay enough to hear me well?”

The other unicorn standing beside him facehoofed himself and said, “Seedsnipe, his name is OlymPUS OpTIC. It even says right there in the notebook you’re holding right now.”

Pretending he didn’t hear the other unicorn’s correction, Seedsnipe continued.

“Mr. Optic, we are Detectives Seedsnipe and Kingfish, L.P.P.D., we’re here to ask some questions regarding the incident you were in over a week ago. Are you well enough to speak?”

Letting out a groan, he answered as he sat up.

“Yes, detectives.” he didn’t expect himself to talk so effortlessly.

“You’re not originally from Los Pegasus, are you? Most citizens would know enough to avoid getting attacked.”, Seedsnipe asked.

“Yeah, I was born here, and uh, I then moved to Ponyville when I grew to be a stallion. I was just visiting here for a week.”

“Ooh, Ponyville, I hear that place is-”

“Seedsnipe... ”, Kingfish scolded.

“Ok, ok, shit. And what was your business here?”

“I was going to meet a... I mean an acquaintance.”

“Alright, err... “ Seedsnipe looked into his notebook again. “Ok, so when you exited the bar, the Spit of Fire, there were reports that you might have been hit by a car.”

“Yeah, that’s what I remember.”

“Remember anything after that, at all?”

“After that, I woke up, covered in bruises in some alleyway.”

“Yes, and just an hour after that, some ponies found you, then carried you to this hospital. Talk about slow response, huh?”

“I guess.”

“Just to be clear, you were completely unconscious during this battery?”

“That’s right.”

“You think you might have been raped? Date rape, to be precise, maybe.”

Kingfish sighed then walked to the back of the room.

“Rape? I... I don’t follow you.”

“You know... rape... when one pony wants to have, uh, sexual intercourse with another, and the other one won’t let them? And then the said rapist attacks the other one? With said rape?”

“I know what that means, but-”

“Rape would be more common with a stallion against a mare, but for a stallion to rape another stallion, his dick would be up his asshole and he’d shit in his mouth and/or laugh and-”

“SEEDSNIPE, REALLY?!” Kingfish strode to his fellow partner. “Why would you... why would that question be even... you know what, just give me that fucking thing! No wonder it took you a year to get promoted.”

He snatched the notebook from Seedsnipe’s magic grasp.

“Oh, like that's necessarily a bad thing.”

“Did you just imply that rape isn’t a bad thing?”

“... How much time do you devote to yourself in order to be a fucking asshole to me each day?”, he retorted innocently.

“No, it’s that you act like an idiot every damn time it’s your turn to give the interrogation. And you’ve screwed up this time, so I’m giving it.”

Seedsnipe glared back at him.

“Mr. Optis, ca-”

“Tick!”

“Mr. Optic, can you excuse us for a moment?”, the two of them were completely oblivious to the fact that Olympus was still in the room.

He only nodded back in response. He didn’t believe how unprofessional they were acting.

After about two whole minutes of cursing and arguing, the two detectives then walked back into the room, with Kingfish leading.

“Ok, Mr. Optic, sorry for the interruption.”, Kingfish said.

“Not a problem, I guess.”

“Were you able to identify whomever atta-”

“... Uh, I think the correct wording is whoever...?”, Seedsnipe interfered again.

“Well, I don’t know, at least he’d get the message.”

“No, it matters. Whomever would have to apply to a certain subject, and whoever would apply to
anyone.”

“Who cares, let’s just agree it’s a word made for those Canterlot ponies, whatever.”

“Fine.”

“So, were you able to identify, whoever, attacked you?”

“No, I couldn’t. I was only able to catch a shadow of two ponies.”

“And you couldn’t identify them by race?”

“No, sir.”

Kingfish murmured to himself as he continued to write down on the notebook.

“Tell me about the ‘acquaintance’ you met at the bar.”, he asked after a five second pause.

“He was this unicorn, I only knew him by the name, Speck. He’s green-coated, and has a broken horn. Er, that’s pretty much all I know of him.”

“Explain what was the purpose of this meeting.”

“I was going to talk with him to ask him to forgive me about... something.”

“And this thing... ?”

“Well, I was the reason his horn was broken.” he answered straightforwardly.
The two detectives gave a look of bewilderment. The plot thickens, they thought.

“How long ago has this happened?, Kingfish questioned.

“Way back when I was, about 15 or 16? It was actually that reason of why I moved, or fled, to Ponyville once I was old enough.”

“Do you think it was possible that it was Speck who attacked you?”

“No, it cou-” Olympus cut himself off when he started to finally make sense of what happened. As he started to connect the few puzzle pieces in his mind, his look became more darkened.

“Yes... I wouldn’t doubt that it was him.”

“Okay, alright, yes.” Kingfish expressed with the anticipation of progress as he continued writing into the notebook.

“And you say you know nothing else about him? You don’t know where he lives?”

“Yes, only his name and how he looks.”

“Alright now, Mr. Optic. This proves a boost in finding the suspect now.” He closed the notebook and began walking out the door. “However, it could take weeks to months in finding whomever this stallion is. Goodbye for now.”

“Whatever it takes.” Olympus returned.

Just as Kingfish was about to exit the room, he stopped and turned.

“Oh, and is there anypony you know in this city who will pick you up once you are better enough to leave?”

“I have a friend around this city.” was all he answered. He didn’t say the name because doing so could have this friend arrested.
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It has now been another week until Olympus would be released from the hospital. Even though he has been waiting for word from Detective Kingfish, all he’d be faced with are journalists looking for a good story, only to be put down.

One of the other several things he’s thinking been about, however, was Speck. Sure, what he did to him could have easily been justified, but he couldn’t help but think the physical act itself seemed unnecessary, since Speck was mature enough to rationalize what he could have done, unlike Olympus’s personality in the past. Whenever he’s about to conclude to one side of the conflict, he would again realize the flaws and think about the other side, making an endless cycle back and forth.

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Once he was escorted outside the hospital, he was met with a yellow, blue-haired pegasus waiting for him with a wagon.

“What, you thought my wings became completely crippled?” Olympus chuckled as he extended his wings to hover in the air.

“Well hey, just wanted to show a sign of sympathy.” returned his friend. “Shall we go?”

The two pegasi then took flight to the skies.

“So... whatever happened...” the pegasus awkwardly went on. “...feeling better about it now?”

“Yup, because I know exactly who fucking did it.”

“Damn, it was that Speck pony, wasn’t it?“

“You know, are you still holding that offer on bringing me to uh... that club you told me about?”

“Club?”

“You know, it’s like a bar, but with that shitty, electronic-whatever, ‘PFF PFF’ music?”

“What?... Oh, you were talking about Celestia’s Needle, right?”

“Yeah, that.”

“I never even described it as a club with music like that. It’s more of a Cabaret club.”

“Well, that was just me saying how much I hate that music. Anyways, I’m taking that up.”

“So you really have thought about that offer?”

“Yeah, I have. Especially decided to ditch my life in Ponyville. But no, whatever you think, it’s not for the sole reason of the ‘respect’ and ‘honor’ crap. Plus, I feel that I need to track down, or hide from Speck again.”

“But have you thought about your other life back in Ponyville?”

“There? Well, it was generally ok there. Had some friends and whatever. Couldn’t really relate well to others most of the time.”

“And wait, you said you want to find him again? You attack him when he’s a colt, then he jumps you years later, making it even in a way. You basically had it coming to you.”

“That’s what I’ve been thinking. But when I see him, I’m not even going to do anything real physical to him.”

“Yeah, some real nice talking between you too, heh heh.”

“That’s ri-...wait... wha-... Oh fuck you, I didn’t mean it like that. But seriously, that’s the thing. It’s hard for me to explain. Ok, what I mean is, if he does see my face again, I just want to see his reaction.”

“So all it is, really, is just to see him?”

“Hey, it’s something I can’t really explain myself. And where are we even flying, anyways?”

They both looked down to realize that they were still above the hospital, flying in circles.

“Well, shit. I was originally going to take you to the train station, but now that you did say you want to join, I guess I’ll have you stay over at my place for the day while I arrange the meeting.”