Angel Wings, Broken Rainbows

The train was uncomfortably empty as Ponyville drew ever nearer. During the debriefing, Celestia made it clear what was to happen here. This monster was to be found and tried. Celestia did have a theory on who the culprit was however, and if it was the same stallion, a different sort of punishment was warranted.
He'd done this sort of job for Celestia before. The terrorist in Cloudsdale, the crimelord in Manehatten, the serial killer in Hoofington, and now, the rapist in Ponyville. What could he say though? He was good at it. The facade he put on for the public was taxing and his secret duties sometimes took him far away from Canterlot and his family. It was a tough price to pay; he missed them, especially his little sister.
Since her return, it had been Luna directing his activities. She had more of an iron hoof than her sister, which was understandable. Though they ruled in harmony, each did have their particular way. Celestia preferred the light and dealing with public concerns on a personal level. Luna was the opposite. She handled the military and, though no one on the outside knew this, his little organization.

It's unlikely he'd be able to make it this far this soon. And even so, why Ponyville? It'd much easier to avoid detection in a more populated area. That's how he'd avoided capture all these years. His last reported strike was halfway across Equestria, in Constanticlopple. Not likely.....but possible.

He was roused from his by the train's horn as it pulled into the station.

Back again.

He'd been to Ponyville only twice before and never on a social visit. He was sent undercover as 'Plan B' during the resurgence of both Night Mare Moon and Discord, but luckily, his particular skills were not needed.
Ponyville was quiet. Not surprising, the entire town had been warned to remain in their homes unless absolutely necessary. But given, the tactics of this particular assailant, even that was nowhere near safe. Ponyville's police force was small, but hopefully hourly patrols and door-to-door searches would at least fluster his target.

Unease leads to mistakes, mistakes lead to capture. Capture or.....well, I'll worry about that when I get there.
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The doors to the hospital opened and a depressing atmosphere engulfed him. Nurse ponies here and there, wheelchair bound patients being shuffled about, and four familiar ponies sitting close and quietly comforting each other in the wake of the tragedy at hand. At the center of the group, a lavender unicorn with a pink striped, dark blue mane and tail was doing her best to hold the group together. She looked ready to collapse herself, but she hid it well. She was always good at that.

"Hey Twilie. It's good to see you again."