Solar pushed open her apartments door, she walked in and dropped her bags on the cough. "Another visit, another clue." She walked over to a nearby door, pulling it open. Inside was a small closet with a whiteboard attached to the opposite wall from the door, on the floor laid dozens of paper stacks ranging from casefiles to newspaper clippings. On the whiteboard was a jungle of differently colored lines, pointing from a picture to a name or witness report.

Solar picked up a read pen and wrote on the board, VIOLENCE.
"He clearly respects physical strength and dislikes killing those who excel at it." she backed away from the board. "Could it be his reason to kill? Proving his physical superiority over others?"
Solar sighed and turned away from the board, "No, it can't be that. If he wanted to show his strength, he wouldn't have used magic."
She picked up a stack of files, "There must be a reason behind his actions, but what? What could possibly drive a pony to kill another?"

Solar started to read through the different files, trying to find anything important that could help her. On one of the pages, she noticed something interesting. After the suspect had been brought to custody, he had one visitor. "Who would want to visit a murder suspect?"
Something that Kvetch had said earlier resurfaced in her mind, "His brother! If I talk to him, I might get some answers. He could tell me what he was like when they were younger!" Solar threw aside the files she had been reading and picked up the birth certificate, she had taken from the city hall. "All I need to do is find him."

Solar knocked on a green door with a number eight embedded on it, she listened as footsteps moved closer, A black pegasus with a lightgray mane opened the door.
"Hello, my name is Solarspot, I'd like to ask a few questions from you, if you don't mind."

The pegasus smiled happily, "Sure, come on in."

Solar walked inside, "Thanks! I'd like to talk about your relationship with your brother, I'm writing an ar-"

"Get out." The pegasus turned around to glare at her with his bright red eyes, "Get, out, now."

Solar blinked, "Sir?"

The pegasus walked over to her and started to push her towards the door, "I'm not talking to any reporters about me, my childhood or my brother, please leave."

Solar managed to stop herself by grasping the door frame, "But I really need to know, can't you make an exception?"

"No!" The pegasus violently showed her into the hallway and slammed the door shut.

Solar knocked on the door, "Come on! Why not?"

"Leave me alone or I'll call the police!"

Solar groaned in annoyance, "Fine, I'll leave!" she turned around and walked away.

Kvetch watched as the cell door was slowly pulled open, a smile crept on to his face as Solar stepped through the door.
"This is the fourth visit from you, maybe you really do care for wrongly accused prisoners like me."

Solar rolled her eyes, "If you were wrongly accused then I'm the queen of Equestria."

Kvetch's smile widened, "When is the coronation, your highness?" his eyes locked on a bruise on her side. His smile faltered slightly, "Where did that come from?"

Solar followed his gaze, "What, the bruise? Your brother caused it."

Kvetch stared at her silently for awhile before bursting up laughing, "You went out to find him?! Why?!"

Solar sighed and sat down, "I thought I could interview him as well, to get his side of the story."

Kvetch stifled his laughter and shook his head, "He clearly didn't agree with you. Tell me, was he as kind as I remember?"

Solar scoffed, "He was anything but kind, he literally kicked me out from his house!"

"To be fair, he was pestered by reporters for a long while after I got caught."

Solar glanced at the bruise on her side, "Even so, he could have been a bit more polite."

"Talk about polite, I see that the guards are still staying outside." Kvetch tilted his head slightly, "Why?"

Solar glanced at the door, "I thought you would be more comfortable if they weren't eavesdropping on our conversations."
she turned back to look at Kvetch, "I can call them in here, if you want."

Kvetch chuckled, "At least you still have a sense of humor, most who talked to me lost it quite quickly."

Solar smiled weakly, "I wonder why."

Kvetch stood up from his bed and walked to the other side of the table, "So, any new inquiries for today?"

"Yes, when we met the second time, you told me a psychiatrist diagnosed you with ASPD, what kind exactly?"

Kvetch looked at the clock in thought, "She said that I had sociopathic tendencies, but she was never very good at her job."
he turned his eyes on Solar, "I can tell you without a degree that I'm a full-blown psychopath, not a sociopath."

Solar nodded, "Okay, my next question: What was your reason for torturing victim 9? You didn't do that to others, was it personal?"

Kvetch thought for a moment, "Do you know why some ponies love music or organizing?"

Solar raised an eyebrow, "Yes, but what does that have to do with this?"

"Simple," Kvetch sat back on the edge of the bed, "When a pony who composes music finishes a piece, they are filled with pride and joy. When a pony who loves to organize creates a perfect event such as wedding or birthday party, they feel accomplished and happy."

Solar glanced at Kvetch nervously, pieces of a puzzle slowly clicking in place. "Are you saying, that killing makes you happy?"

Kvetch grinned, "No, I'm saying killing made me proud, it made feel important, powerful. The fear in their eyes just before their deaths, made me feel alive."

Solar felt a shiver of disgust travel down her spine, "That's so wrong! Why?!"

Kvetch leaned forwards, his eyes locked on hers. "Because only god can create life, and only I could end it, for a few fading seconds, I was as equal with god. I held in my hooves the power to decide if they would live or die, I existed above your kind of fools who bow down to society."
Solar stood up from her chair and backed away to the door, staring at him in horror. Kvetch followed her with his eyes, "As for the torturing? The longer the spark faded, longer the seconds lasted. A mistake on my part, it lasted too long and I got caught."

Solar knocked on the cell door, signaling the guards to open it, practically jumping out as soon as she had a chance. After Solar had left the cell, Kvetch turned to look at the table. "She left her clipboard behind."

As soon as Solar got out, she hurried to the restrooms. She kicked a stall open and vomited, missing the toilet completely. Solar backed away from the stall into one of the corners of the restroom, she curled up into a ball and covered herself with her wings. The thought of somepony torturing other for joy made her want to throw up again, she sat still for hours, shaking and sobbing.

The door opened and a guard walked in, she noticed Solar in the corner and blinked in confusion. "Miss, are you alright? Do I have to call an ambulance?"

Solar lifted her head and looked at the guard, "No, I'm fine. Just, distraught."

The guard sighed, "You're the one interviewing inmate 487, aren't you?" Solar nodded. "I understand, I was the one who brought him here." the guard walked to Solar and sat down in front of her, she removed her helmet. "I'm the one he bit."
Solar looked up and gasped, the guards left ear was missing a huge chunk, the left side of her head was filled with bite marks. The guard put the helmet back on, "I was terrified of him for months afterwards, but one day I realized something important: He's just a pony, trapped behind two-inch steel door. He can't hurt anyone ever again."

The guard stood up and offered Solar a hoof, "His tales might be horrifying, but those can't hurt you. You are safe."

Solar sighed deeply and took her hoof, she stood back up and hugged the guard. "Thank you."

The guard chuckled, "You're welcome." she turned around and walked out, leaving Solar alone again.
She dried her tears and looked into the mirror, "What have I gotten myself into?"

Solar stepped out from a elevator and walked through the news office, she stopped in front of her bosses office and knocked on the door. The door was opened and she walked in, her boss was sitting behind his table.
"Solarspot! Haven't seen you in a while, how's the story advancing?"

Solar walked to the desk, "I can't do it, I can't write an article about 'Manehattan mass murderer'."

Her boss slowly leaned forwards, "You will or you're fired, Solarspot."

Solar shook her head, "I can't, his stories are just, too grisly. I can't handle that!"

"Well you begged me for a chance and I gave you one, you'll either write me an article or pack up your stuff. Your choice."

"You can't do this, you know I need this job!"

Her boss smirked, "Yeah, I know. I just don't care, you will write that article, Solarspot, because no-one else agrees to do it."

Solar turned around, defeated. She walked out of the office and headed for the elevator, "That fucking arrogant son of a bitch!"

Author's Note

"It's hard to recognize the devil when his hand is on your shoulder.
That's because psychopath is just a person before he becomes a headline."
~Becky Masterman