A Doctor's Nightmare

I didn’t turn myself in, at least not at first. I lasted nearly three weeks under the carefully crafted vengeance of Princess Luna. She kept her promise, coming up with fresh inventive ways of punishing me.

Then one day I ended up on the steps of my nearest police station. I couldn’t remember how I got there but she had won. I was going to turn myself in.

At first the officers at the desk couldn’t believe my confession. I was a hero after all, a good pony. By tartarus one of the cops there had even been under my knife at one point. I heard them talk, coming up with ideas of blackmail and that I was being set up.

Half an hour later the first corpse arrived at the station. I was locked in a cell at that point. By the sixth hour all eight had been discovered and now there was no question of my guilt. Only the murderer could have had such in depth knowledge on their whereabouts.

I slept like a baby that night. My life was over but for the first time in months I was rewarded with a pleasant lack of dreams.

The trial turned into the biggest news of the year. I was on the front page of every newspaper from Vanhoover to Manehatten. The case was so big that I was going to be getting a royal trial.

In Equestrian law a regular judge can only give a sentence of up to 45 years in prison. A princess on the other hoof could pass harsher judgements, including death.

That was the word on everypony’s tongue. Would I be the first pony to receive the death penalty in over two centuries?

My trial was escalated even higher in the media circus when new broke that Princess Luna would be my judge. This would be her first case in over a thousand years. On the first day in court I stared at her as I entered, my hooves shackled together. She stared back and I could have sworn there was an amused smile upon her muzzle.

I was sentenced within a week. My lawyer’s only shield was to call in character witnesses. Ponies who I worked with or knew before all of this. Some of them gave me truly moving speeches.

Of course that was nothing compared to the side trying to get me executed. They had parents who would glare at me as they delivered fiery sermons about how every day without their foal was agony.

At one point I was asked if I had any shame. I responded that I did. Though, I doubt for the reason they were expecting. I was ashamed because my vice had been exposed. I was like the alcoholic that hit rock bottom in a very public setting.

In the end, my life was spared and Luna simply sentenced me to eight life sentences with no chance of parole.

By sundown I found myself in a cell with another murderer. He said I disgusted him.

Prison was not an easy place for me. I was a soft stallion thrown into a world of scum. The guards hated me and my fellow convicts treated me even worse. Apparently child murder was even taboo amongst them.

I was honestly just glad that the nightmares had ended. Who cared what happened during the day when I could finally sleep in peace. Something I had been doing for the past seven months.

That was until a week ago when the nightmares resumed again. Those custom designed by Princess Luna herself. Clearly sending me to jail was not justice enough for her

So here I am in the last moments of my life with a noose of copper wire hanging from my neck. I stand upon my bed, only one step away from death. I look up and see myself in the mirror. A good stallion looks back at me. I apologize to him before taking a single step forward.