Justice Hero Scootaloo

"Three time stones down, four more to go. I just hope this doesn't turn into like that one thing." Aaron said.

"What one thing? Did I miss something?" Rob asked.

Somehow, Scootaloo could hear Aaron's thoughts. Maybe it's best he doesn't know... Aaron thought to himself.

Scootaloo decided not to bring that up. "So, any ideas on where to look next?" She asked instead.

"Not entirely sure. Those things could be anywhere." Expert said.

"The UNA would love to use it's resources on this, but we can't. Right now, our resources are being used to track down the wherabouts of a serial killer whose real name is Elise Larkston." Aaron said.

"Sounds like someone I don't want to cross paths with. Plus, capturing her sounds like it'd help out the UNA a little bit. If I see her, I'll radio in." Rob said.

"Do you even know what she looks like?" Scootaloo asked.

Before Rob could answer, a human woman that looked ordinary brushed past them. "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry. I'm just going over to the nearby arcade." She said.

"It's fine. It's my fault for standing in an allyway." Rob said.

"Still, I must apologize for just bumping into you. What's your name?" The woman asked.

"Rob Snowden." Rob said.

"Well Rob, my name's Ere. I hope I see you again sometime." The woman said before leaving.

"Strange woman." Scootaloo said.

"Found it! I found the most recent photo of Elise." Aaron said over Rob's device. A picture of a familiar face splashed Rob's Screen.

"What? We just saw her." Scootaloo said.

"Yeah. But she told me her name was Ere." Rob said.

"Typical Serial Killer behavior. Appear normal and give out a fake name." Aaron said. "I'll send units over to your location." He added.

"Right, I'm going to look around for a bit though. Maybe there's something I can find to explain why she would use the name Ere at all." Rob said.

Rob and Scootaloo went the way Elise had come from and soon discovered a set-up in the middle of a space that connected to four allyway. This set up had a small little bed, some sort of machine, and a strange green liquid in a beeker with some nearby plastic cups. "Hmm. This liquid is very green. Maybe I should try it." Scootaloo said.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." A male voice called out. Suddenly approuching the duo was a man in a scientist garb. "Drinking a single cup of that will knock you out for 24 hours. Any more will kill you." The man said.

"Oh great another scientist." Scootaloo said. "So, what's your big research project huh?" She asked.

"Research? I don't do research. I don't need to. I've already seen the dark side of society, including it's most deepest darkest cababilities." The man said. "I'm Cole. Cole Watterson." The man said.

"We noticed a serial killer coming from this way. Were you aware she was here?" Rob asked.

"Hmph. Indeed, I was aware of her being here. Good luck getting her to stand trail now though. Whatever made her the way she was before is gone now. All that remains is a woman looking for love." Cole said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Scootaloo asked.

"One's very mind and soul can be changed if you have the right knowledge on how to change a person to their very core. All you need is the right circumstances and the right machines to be able to make someone into somebody else without that reincarnation business." Cole said.

"You mean you turned her into a totally different person?!" Rob gathered.

"Indeed. That's exactly what I did. It's what Elise wanted after all. I had her consent to change her. Make her someone new." Cole said.

"Why would you help a known serial killer?" Scootlaoo asked.

"Because she wanted to stop being that. She wanted to change. But she knew society would not let her change. Not while she was still Elise." Cole said.

"You know that helping a known fugitive is against the law, right?" Rob asked.

"Your laws are not as concrete as you might think. There's always loopholes. Easily exploitable loopholes at that." Cole said. "Besides, what else was I supposed to do? Turn her over to the feds? Especially since she wanted to become someone else?" He asked.

"It's not your place to take the law into your own hands like that." Rob said.

"And who decided that? Society did, that's who. But no matter what, I object to the norms of society. Because I constantly ask 'why is society like this and not like some other thing?'" Cole started. "If Elise was to be put in a courtroom, there's not a jury in the world that would let her try to reform. She regretted what she had become, and wanted to reform. But she knows that there's not a jury in the world that would let her do so. Society would sooner put her in the crosshairs of a firing squad then allow her to reform.

"But my method of reforming her is different then what society has in mind for that term. I simply put a person into a state of unconciousness, then I go in and I change them to their core; making their mind and soul that of their ideal type of person. And just like that, once they wake up, they are someone new, someone different. And because they are no longer the kind of person they were beforehand, it could be argued in a court of law that they are a entirely different person then who is being charged. Tell me, how could society hold responsible someone for their crimes when they aren't even capable of being that sort of person anymore?" Cole asked.

"That doesn't make what you do legal." Rob said.

"Maybe it doesn't, but I could care less." Cole said. "Here, I don't really need this anymore." He said. He suddenly handed over the Cyan Time Stone. "This somehow ended up in my possession, and it allowed me to complete my personality overwriting research. But I have no further use for it now that I've perfected the methods to rewrite a person's very core." Cole said.

"Right. But don't think this changes anything with what you've done." Rob said as he and Scootaloo turned to leave.

"One more thing before you go; a piece of advice if you would." Cole said. "Society claims that if something has high defenses, so high that it becomes an immovable object, that the ability to overcome such figurative brick wall is something beyond even a powerful user. But all things have a way to overcome them. Even a mighty tank will fall when you find their glaring weakness." He explained. "It's not up to me if you remember my words but head them well; they may prove useful." Cole finished.

"Right..." Scootaloo said. This guy is starting to get on my nerves. Who is he, really? the filly thought to herself before she left with Rob.