"What do you mean by that?" Scootaloo stared down at Jay unsurely.

"There is a better way to teach ponies a lesson," he said through deep breaths. Once he had fully recovered and was sure he could speak strongly, he continued. "Sure, torturing them and then killing them seems great, but there's a much more legal way."

"What is that way?" Scootaloo didn't let go of the knife but kept it under a hoof while she stood over Jay.

"Let them go to prison," Jay paused when he saw Scootaloo become frustrated and press down on the knife, "hear me out, hear me out!"

"How would prison be worse?" Scootaloo contemplated the knife.

"Let them live... let them be guilty and miserable... nothing could be worse than rotting in a prison cell." Jay explained, trying to make sure his tone wasn't fearful. It was hard to try and agree with somepony who was inches away from killing him.

"So... you would help me?" Scootaloo tilted her head. "With- With... You actually want to work with me?" She sounded doubtful but content.

"Yes- completely. You have potential..." Jay forced a sympathetic smile. "Just give me the knife and I can make sure you don't have to go to juvie. Then you could work with me and get your justice."

"You aren't mad about me... ya know... doing all this, right?" Scootaloo's eyes were between trusting and unsure. She wanted so desperately to trust him.

"I don't hold grudges," Jay nodded. "Please give me the knife and let me sit up."

"Okay..."

Scootaloo stepped away from Jay and allowed him to sit up. Once he was sitting, she handed him the knife. He was looking at the knife in his hooves when something he found extremely disturbing and extremely heartbreaking happened. Scootaloo hugged him. Hesitantly, he wrapped his free foreleg around her back, still looking at the knife.

Scootaloo thought she could trust him. She thought there was somepony that thought like her and would help her. Maybe- just maybe- she could be like his daughter.

Jay knew what he had to do, but his body wouldn't do it. He gritted his teeth and tensed up. He kept looking at the knife and thinking I need to do this, but then he would look back at Scootaloo and think I can't do this. Finally, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, kid," he muttered shakily.

"Wha-" Before Scootaloo could respond, Jay plunged the knife into her back as hard as he could, twisted it, and pulled it out. I guess I won't get Twist out of juvie... Then, like when she had crashed, everything went black. The difference in this situation was, she would never wake up.

Scootaloo fell limp and Jay allowed her to fall to the floor. He stood up and looked at the knife again. The blade was covered in blood that was dripping onto his hoof. He growled and threw the knife at the window before sitting down in a corner.

Jay thought that, in his many years as a cop, he had become tougher. He thought he had seen enough blood and guts to become used to it, but never before had he killed somepony. He had just done something worse than just killing somepony, he had just killed a foal. Even if this foal was a murderer that had no mercy, he was still guilty.

Jay sat, shaking in a corner while he thought over what he had just done until Upbeat walked in and, once again, called for help.

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Blaire and Bailey heard Upbeat yelling and looked at each other in confusion. Not long after, they heard police alarms outside and decided to get away from the police. They ran outside and started in the direction of the treehouse Scootaloo took them to.

"Blaire, we just left Scootaloo behind!" Bailey called to her sister.

"She can take care of herself, Bai!" Blaire replied.

They rushed toward the treehouse and clambered up the ladder. Once inside, they began to wonder what was happening at the hospital.

"Maybe Scootaloo got caught again," Blaire suggested.

"Maybe... what if they interrogate her and she rats us out?" Bailey pointed out.

"Only time will tell, dear sister," Blaire patted Bailey's mane.

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After Starlight and Spike had been taken away in ambulances, Twilight was pronounced dead. Starlight knew several resurrection spells, but her horn was broken. Starlight had only just gotten the friendship she desired from Twilight, she was even her apprentice! Want kind of an apprentice lets their mentor die? She was now determined to bring back her mentor. Not just for herself, but also because she was the Element of Magic.

Author's Note

SEQUAAAAAAAL
The sequel is literally already made- the title, summary (long and short), characters are planned, but this time I'm gonna take ideas instead of just going off of what I have planned.