Chapter 2

The night, the only time of the day I can find some sense of comfort in these hard times. Today was one of the few times I actually spoke up to Celestia since my imprisonment, and it turned out to be for the worse. To say she was displeased with my reply to her questions would be the understatement of the fucking century. How, you may ask? Well let me put it this way; my arm is in a cast, my organs feel like I’m in need of a transplant for each and every one, and I’ve basically covered my bed sheets in my blood due to the lacerations I received when she threw me through a window. What’s more is that she made good on her promise by threatening to starve me and ordered I be kept from any form of nourishment for the next week. Guess she still didn’t have the heart to completely starve me to death, even though I was already starting to look lethargic.

I opened my eyes to see the darkened room of my cell and the only source of light was the moon shining through the barred window. I tried to move, but was only met with pain shooting up and down my body so I stayed put. My mind then trailed back to those ponies back in Ponyville. They seemed like a nice bunch, especially that pink mare with the poofy mane and tail. Before I left, she said she’d throw me a welcome party when I came back. Too bad I’ll probably never get another party again now, nor would she even want to throw any kind of party for me since those residents of the town would have heard about what I’ve done by now.

The faint sounds of hoofsteps echoed faintly through the halls of the dungeons, making me tilt my head over to the caged wall and door. I watched through the darkness and saw a silhouette of a hooded figure appear. I then heard a sort of feminine gasp and the figure quickly walked just behind the bars but I turned away to look back up to the ceiling.

“You shouldn’t have come.” I croaked. “One of these days, you’ll get caught. And I’ll be blamed for it somehow.”

The figure said nothing as they began to glow slightly and step forward. They magically fazed through the bars and stepped towards my bed where I lay and knelt down. A pair of hands reached up to pull the hood off their face to reveal probably the one pony who actually sympathized my situation. The mare of dreams, ruler of the night, Princess Luna had come to visit me…again.

“Oh sweet moon above…look at you.” She whispered sadly as she gently placed a hand on my chest. “How could my sister do this to you?”

“It was justified.” I replied.

“Justified? How in the name of my moon and stars was this justified?” Luna demands.

“I said things to her that riled her up, and now I can barely move. A fair trade, if you ask me.”

“I beg to differ, you look like you were mauled by an Ursa Major.”

“Could be worse, I could be in a full body cast right now and I’d still always get my shit kicked in every morning.”

“This is not something to jest about!” She snapped. “You are suffering too much. Even for my sister, this is just cruel what they are doing to you.”

“Again, if you ask me, it’s all justified.”

“Why?”

“You know why, Princess.”

Luna recoiled a bit and looked away sadly. She was the only pony around who knew the truth. How? Because she was there that night when Blueblood met his end by my hand. I told her that night, as I stood over the bloody corpse of the former prince, to make herself scarce so she wouldn’t be roped into the crime and become a suspect. She already had enough shit to deal with as it is, no doubt still mentally recovering from being back from the moon after a thousand fucking years. A couple weeks after my imprisonment, Princess Luna came to visit me to check in on my condition. I keep telling her to stay away so that she wouldn’t get caught, but so far she’s always insisted visiting me every once in a while.

“He was bastardly stallion, always putting himself in front of others. I suspect he even cared more about himself than his own family.”

“Not surprising, I’ve met individuals like him back in my world. All scumbags, from the beginning to the end.”

“But did he truly deserve death?”

“Remember what I told you about all he had done and was planning to do, Princess. A degenerate life like his didn’t deserve to keep sucking air.”

“Perhaps, it is just a shame you are paying for this crime while he seems to have gotten away with it even in death.”

“There wasn’t enough evidence to pin anything on him anyway. And even if I, or you, or anyone for that matter tried to gather the proof necessary to build a case against him, he’d just use his personal resources to deny any allegations.”

“I suppose you are right.” Luna sighs. “Celestia also had always been overly generous towards to him. I always tried to stay as far away from him since he would always put me in a foul mood at the very sight of him.”

“And here I thought she hated his guts as much as everyone else, even if he was her nephew.”

There was a brief silence between the two of us until Luna repositioned herself so she was sitting crisscrossed beside me.

“Do you mind if I stay with you a little while longer? I do not wish to leave you in this horrible state. I could even heal you, if you wish?”

“That’s kind of you to offer, Princess, but if you heal me they’ll question how I was able to recover so fast. Besides, they always send a doctor to check up on me whenever I get this roughed up. I’d also rather not risk involving you in any of this.”

“Very well…”

“But you can sit with me as long as you like, I enjoy our company despite my protests for you coming here.”

“Thank you.”

For the next hour, Luna and I had been talking about a variety of subjects. She mostly asked questions about my world to which I was happy to oblige by telling her about what I used to do. I told her I was a college student studying to be an engineer, which she found to be very interesting. I told her about my hobbies which consisted of fishing, hiking, occasionally exercising, and a little gaming here and there. It was amusing to see her light up when I explained what video games were. If I still had my smartphone, I’d let her play the few game apps on it. I made her laugh when I told her how some humans take gaming so seriously that they’d rage and say the stupidest things.

“My word, these video games you speak of seem like a bad influence on humans.” Luna giggled.

“Only to those who take them too damn seriously, that includes me.”

“You? Oh, I highly doubt that.”

“It’s true, I remember once I was playing this game called Smash Bros. It’s a fighting game that pits players against each other and I kept losing to this one friend of mine because he kept spamming this overpowered move from a character called Bayonetta.”

“What did you do?”

“I cussed him out and accused him of only using the character because he had a crush on her.”

That comment made Luna have to cover her muzzle so she wouldn’t be heard from her loud giggling.

“Oh…my stars…that is quite amusing.”

“Yeah, my parents reprimanded me for saying such obscene things in the middle of the day.”

Though as soon as I mentioned my family, a wave of sadness filled the room. It’s been months since I came to this world out of the blue, no doubt they’re probably still looking for me. When I first appeared in this world, my family was the only thing I could think about. I wanted to desperately find a way home to be with them again. I probably would’ve been helped to be sent home, had all this not have happened, but what’s done is done and there’s no changing that.

“Do you miss them?” Luna asks.

“Yes, I sometimes wonder if they’re still looking for me.”

“I am sorry that you cannot return to them now.”

“Nothing really we can do about it now. I have a sentence to carry out so until then, I have to try and not think about sad thoughts like my family.”

There was another brief silence between us.

“My sister received a letter from the ponies of Ponyville.”

“Oh? What did it say?”

“They were asking about you, to see how you were doing and if it was ok for them to visit you.”

“But?”

“My sister immediately replied back by saying no pony was allowed to visit you under any circumstances. She even went as far as to forbid Twilight Sparkle and her friends to come anywhere near Canterlot unless they were supervised so they wouldn’t try to see you discretely.”

“I see, can’t really blame her I guess.”

“This is all just too cruel.” Luna said as her hands balled up into fists. “You shouldn’t be paying for this crime in such a horrible fashion. If only my sister knew the truth, she-”

I cut her off by reaching up and grabbing her arm while ignoring the pain coursing through my nerves.

“Don’t you dare utter a word to ANYONE.” I demand.

“But…you-”

“I don’t care!” I whisper screamed. “Look at me, I’m beaten and battered, everyone’s fingers all point to me, I’m the villain of the century, and you and I are the only ones that know why and it will stay that way. I made my choice, as did you when I told you to flee the scene so they wouldn’t question you. If you had stayed, how do you think everyone would react? The co-ruler of Equestria seemingly having a hand in the death of Prince Blueblood? Just how do you think Celestia would react? Not to mention you still recovering from your banishment. Things would only get worse for you if they suspected you.”

“But why risk so much for me? Look at you! You can barely move, you look as if you haven’t eaten anything in weeks, every pony treats you so poorly, and all because of that bastard stallion Blueblood! I would not be surprised if he was still laughing in his grave, like he wanted this to happen and he wanted you to pay for it with your freedom.”

“Perhaps he did want this to happen. That if someone tried to bring him down, he’d want to bring them down with him. A mindset of a criminal to the end, that one.”

“But…you aren’t a criminal.”

“I killed Blueblood, so that justifies me being one.”

“But…you didn’t.”

I didn’t answer, I only tightened my grip on her arm.

“Princess…don’t finish that thought. We’ve been over this too many times.”

“But why you?”

“Why not?”

“It’s too cruel and unfair.”

“It was the only way.”

“Was it?”

“Yes.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because it was either one of the other, and I chose the latter.”

“But to endure all this suffering…”

“I say it’s worth it.”

“But…I-”

“Luna please…” I whisper as my grip tightens on her arm again and she started crying. “I don’t want you to say it. What happened that night was not your fault.”

“Yes it was…how could it not be?”

“You had no control. He said those things that would set anyone off. I would’ve done the same.”

“You didn’t kill Blueblood…”

“Luna-”

“No.” Luna cut me off. “You didn’t kill him because you couldn’t even if you tried. You are as innocent as they come, I am the real criminal.”

I turned away, unable to look at Luna as she sobbed quietly.

“I…killed Blueblood…”

Author's Note

What a twist!

Hope you enjoyed!

~WurkyWilk has left the building…