Scootaloo was well aware that she would have to be questioned by police. The cameras had been smashed and she was the only survivor. The police pony seemed neither skeptical nor completely trusting, at least that was what Scootaloo assumed.

"Wh-What?" The orange filly sat up in her new hospital bed. She had been moved to the first floor. Scootaloo became aware of new casts on her legs and tighter wraps on her head and wings.

"Are you ready to be questioned?" There was a unicorn sitting next to the bed wearing a cop uniform and sunglasses that hid his emotions. He had a light blue coat, a dark brown mane and tail, and his cutie mark was an old balance-weight.

"Questioned? W-Why?" Scootaloo asked in an attempt to sound innocent and confused.

"Your friends are dead, my dear." The police officer's voice remained monotone. "Witnesses say that first Sweetie Belle fell out of the window and then Apple Bloom."

"A-Apple... Apple Bloom?" Scootaloo hunched over and stared down at her back legs.

"Did she do something?" The officer levitated a pen and a notebook. "Anything significant?"

Scootaloo's eyes widened in forced fear and she allowed a few tears to roll down her cheeks. She held her head in her hooves and sobbed. "Yes."

"What did she do, honey?" Scootaloo could tell the cop had to force a comforting tone to his voice. After she had been silent for a few minutes, he asked again, "What did she do?"

"I was so happy to see my friends visit me, but Apple Bloom wasn't happy about it. She jumped on me and started hurting me," Scootaloo began in a low, quiet voice, making sure to sound like she was on the brink of crying like a small foal. "Sweetie Belle tried to use her magic to get Apple Bloom away from me, but she just started hurting her instead."

As Scootaloo spoke, the blue officer wrote down notes on what she said. He seemed to not be surprised in the least about a filly lashing out at a filly. This was very strange to Scootaloo, she wanted more attention from him. He should be more thoughtful about this. What if this really had happened to her? He would be the least comforting thing in Equestria.

"Apple Bloom pushed Sweetie Belle out of the window and she started attacking me again. I pretended to be dead and she walked over to the window and killed herself," Scootaloo began sobbing silently.

The door was abruptly slammed open and a rainbow blur flashed next to Scootaloo. It was Rainbow Dash, a look of concern on her face. She cradled Scootaloo slightly and looked at the officer.

"What happened to her?! What happened to my lil' filly?!"

"Apple Bloom attacked and murdered Sweetie Belle," he said, "almost killing Scootaloo as well."

"W-Why?" Rainbow Dash inquired hesitantly.

"I know Apple Bloom and her family. You see, foals that experience traumatizing events early on in their lives develop certain mental disorders. While some don't bother to hide their insanity, others choose to act like a regular foal while they die on the inside. Some act friendly, funny, and even have lots of friends," he explained.

"Traumatizing events?" Scootaloo turned to the officer.

"Her parents died when she was young. They were smashed beneath an apple tree," the officer's emotionless voice let on a tad of sympathy.

Scootaloo felt an extreme wave of empathy wash over her. She and Apple Bloom weren't so different, but now one of them was dead. Scootaloo barely remembered when her parents died, she was too young. She quickly tried to distract her mind from that subject and turned her attention to the officer.

"That's so awful," Rainbow Dash said weakly as she hugged Scootaloo closer to her warm chest.

"Indeed," he turned back to his notes, "it's a shame she didn't get the appropriate mental help before this could happen."

Scootaloo began to ponder if she replaced Apple Bloom's name with her own name, would what the officer has been saying would still apply? Did she need mental help? Was she traumatized? No, she concluded, I am the only one sane enough to PUNISH those who deserve it.

"I'm so sorry, Scoots," Dash held Scootaloo even closer. This did hurt her, but Scootaloo ignored the pain. She felt Rainbow Dash's tears dampen her mane. "I wish the world didn't have to be so dark, but it is."

"It's fine, Dash," Scootaloo smiled frailly. "I'm fine."

"No, you aren't." Rainbow Dash's soft, concerned voice was now firm. "You need support right now, whether you like it or not."

"It really isn't up to you to decide what she needs and what she doesn't need, Miss Dash." The officer stood up, he was probably the height of Big Mac. "You are not her guardian nor are you even related."

This officer had the nerve to tell Scootaloo who she was and was not family with. She didn't need to be related to Rainbow Dash to be her little sister! Scootaloo knew what needed to be done: he needed to be punished.

"R-Right, officer." Rainbow Dash sounded defeated as she laid Scootaloo back down. "See ya later, squirt," she ruffled Scootaloo's purple mane and trudged out of the room.

"Who even are you?" Scootaloo demanded rudely.

"Officer Asher."

Asher? Was that his first or last name? This was important information for what Scootaloo planned on doing. She needed to know who this stallion was and where he lived. He was law and justice, but he barely seemed to respect it.

"Okay, Officer Asher," Scootaloo rolled her eyes, "what else do you need to do?"

"Nothing for right now, but I'll be back in a few days. I'll have to talk with the Apples and Rarity." He walked slowly toward the door, but as he left he shot Scootaloo a sideways glance. It was a glare that told her that he knew she was hiding something. Then the door closed and she was left alone.

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"Mah lil' sis killed somepony?!" Apple Jack's green eyes were wide with fear and shock and they glistened with tears. "Sh-She was... so kind..." The orange mare could barely speak now as a wave of depression washed over her.

Big Mac put his foreleg around his sister and held her close. He wasn't sure what to say to try and stop his sister from crying. Though he was the strongest stallion in Ponyville, he too felt his eyes begin to water.

"I'm so sorry," Officer Asher's monotone voice was now very sympathetic. "This is such a terrible tragedy."

"I'm guessin' you need to question us 'bout lil Apple Bloom?" Big Mac stood up and walked up to the officer.

"I'm afraid so," he looked at Apple Jack crying uncontrollably, "but if you're too pained to talk about it, I can come back some other day."

"I-I think I can manage talkin' 'bout it." Big Mac replied.

"Just tell me what she did before she left to go see Scootaloo," the unicorn suspended a notebook and pencil in front of himself.

"She was actin' normally and she was pretty happy to go see 'er friend." Big Mac's deep, normally placid tone was unsure and confused.

"What was she saying?" Officer Asher inquired softly, jotting down a note.

"She was goin' on 'bout how Scootaloo had gotten 'er cutie mark and how she was dyin' to see it." Big Mac avoided looking at Apple Jack, even though he wanted desperately to comfort her.

"Anything else?"

"Sweetie Belle also came over just 'fore Apple Bloom left," he paused, "they both had a normal conversation on what they thought their cutie marks would be."

Apple Jack walked up behind her brother and wiped away her tears. "Apple Bloom thought she would get a cutie mark from collectin' apples and Sweetie Belle really wanted a cutie mark from makin' sparkly, glittery things." She looked down at her hooves. "I guess they'll never get a cutie mark now."

"I'm so sorry for your loss." Officer Asher closed the notebook. "I'll leave you alone now."

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Scootaloo wondered if the officer would continue using the same emotionless, monotone voice even when speaking with the Apples. They were kindhearted and emotional ponies that probably would demand at least some sympathy.

Speaking of sympathy, Scootaloo had received a lot of it in just a few hours. All of the Mane 6 and other ponies that knew Scootaloo had joined in on sending her gifts, letters, and other forms of condolences. This only furthered her idea of this "execution" being a good thing.

Twist would visit tomorrow, but Scootaloo could not tell her what really happened. The hospital stepped up its security and now there were spikes around the cameras to prevent anypony from breaking them. The staff were also more diligent and checked on the patients much more frequently. This still wouldn't stop Scootaloo from bringing justice to those who deserved it.

Author's Note

Why did this chapter take so long?
Because my math teacher is a bitch who thinks I don't get enough work from my other five classes!