My Little Pony: Justice is Served

Everypony watching the execution is celebrating the deaths of the suspects. I shake my head in disgust. I turn away from the gallows and walk away along with my friends. I drag my hooves in the dirt. The last thing I want to do is face the pony who killed my friends. What would I say to Fluttershy? No matter what I do to her, it will be much less than what she deserves. I remember back when I was funny and carefree. My sense of humor died along with Pinkie Pie, The Element of Laughter. Will I ever laugh again? Or will it only be a fading memory? I miss Spitfire. She was the Pegasus who taught me how to fly when I was a filly. Choking back tears, I turn to Honey Flower. Her yellow coat that was once bright and full of life is now dull and dreary. That glimmer of joy in her eyes is washed away by her tears. Weakling sniffles quietly in my ear. Looking at the two distraught ponies makes me feel worse. I stare at the ground and move forward.

“Are you happy now,Thunderwing?” A voice asks from behind me. It’s a mare’s voice. It kind of sounds like Sprinklejinx. I’m going crazy already.

“Am I the only pony who’s hearing this?” I ask.

“Maybe you should go home and rest.” Honey Flower says.

“Slackers!” Sprinklejinx’s voice says.

“I think I heard it this time!” Honey Flower says. I see Pinkie Pie’s tail sticking out from behind the building. I gallop around the corner of the building. The three mares are standing together with rope marks around their necks. Pinkie Pie smiles and waves at me, Spitfire trots forward, and Sprinklejinx glares at me.

“Sprinklejinx!?” I shout excitedly.

“Sprinklejinx? That name doesn’t ring a bell. Don’t you mean murderer?” Sprinklejinx says in her bitter sassy voice.

“How did you survive?” Honey Flower asks.

“I loosened the rope with my magic while the princess was yammering about how evil we are.” Sprinklejinx says.

“We’re so happy you’re alive!” Honey Flower says wrapping her front legs around her neck. Sprinklejinx shoves her.

“All the sudden we’re BFFs? I don’t think so! I should have you fired. You almost got me killed.” Sprinklejinx snaps.

“We’re really sorry, Jinx.” I say. Sprinklejinx rolls her eyes and moans.

“You guys have a lot of sucking up to do after we solve this mystery.” Sprinklejinx says.

“We already figured out who the killer is.” I say.

“What?! You three stooges solved the mystery without me? How? Who?” Sprinklejinx babbles.

“Yes we did. We found a yellow feather. It’s Fluttershy.” Honey Flower responds. Sprinklejinx gasps.

“You don’t mean the Fluttershy who lives in the cottage and takes care of fuzzy little animals, do you?” Sprinklejinx asks.

“ Yes.” Honey Flower says.

“I’m surprised you didn’t try to escape from prison.” I say.

“I did. I was trying to break out Spit Fire and Pinkie Pie. Pinkie Pie blew my cover with her loud mouth.” Sprinklejinx says. Pinkie Pie dances happily with the crowd of blissful ponies. Spitfire hushes her.

“ WOOHOO! PARTY!” Pinkie Pie chants. Spitfire puts her hoof over Pinkie’s mouth.

“Shut up! They’re throwing a party because they think we’re dead, remember?” Spitfire scolds.

“I want to eat cake and play pin the tail on the donkey.” Pinkie Pie whines.

“We don’t have time for partying.” Spitfire says.

“There’s always time for partying.” Pinkie Pie says.

“ What could we do to help, Thunderwing?” Spitfire asks.

“Go make sure that Rainbow Dash is safe.” I say.

“But I want to help with the mystery.” Spit Fire complains persistently.

“Rainbow Dash has been threatened. None of us could go to Cloudsdale except for you and Thunderwing. Thunderwing is expert at his job. Now go to Cloudsdale and make sure that nopony sees you.” Honey Flower says.

“Alright. I’ll make sure Rainbow Dash is okay. Good luck!” Spitfire says.

“How are we going to get rid of Pinkie Pie?” I whisper.

“Hey Pinkie, do you want to play a game?” Honey Flower asks.

“A game? What kind of game? Is it a fun game?” Pinkie Pie cheers.

“Yes. Hide and seek. We’ll count and you hide. You better find a good spot and be really quiet. There are four of us looking for you. So you’ll need to be extra tricky.” Honey Flower says.

“Okie dokie. No peeking!” Pinkie Pie says in a peppy tone. We put our hooves over our eyes.

“One...Two...Three...Four...Five...Six...Seven...Eight...Nine...Ten... Ready or not here we come.” Sprinklejinx say enthusiastically.

“ Do you think she’ll stay hidden?” I whisper.

“I doubt it.” Sprinklejinx mutters as she pulls her shovel out of her saddlebag with her teeth. We gallop over to Fluttershy’s cottage. I fly overhead through the thick grey clouds that cloak up all of the sunshine. The front door is left open. I can no longer hear the birds chirping their merry little tune. The cottage is silent. Honey Flower's legs go stiff.

“ I don’t want to go in there.” She wimpers.

“Come on, you big baby.” Sprinklejinx says dragging her by the tail. Her hooves stay firmly on the soil.

“I’m not going!” She says. Her hooves scrape the ground as Sprinklejinx tugs harder.

“Come on! We don’t have time for this.” I say. She swallows loudly and her legs wobble.

We trot inside the cottage door. The cottage is dimly lit by the open door. Frightened animals are hiding under the broken furniture trembling in fear. There are severed squirrel tails nailed the ceiling along with other animal appendages. Some of the furniture had been tipped over and scratched. The cottage smells of death. Heaps of animal bones are scattered around the floor. I kick them out of my way with my hooves. Dismembered animal carcasses are everywhere. Something is written with blood on the walls.I push back the bloody tattered curtains to lighten up the room. Now I can read the message on the wall at ease. The writing looks similar to the writing in Cupcakes. I shutter.

Fluttershy, Fluttershy, Fluttershy can hardly fly

Fluttershy, Fluttershy, Fluttershy can hardly fly

Fluttershy, Fluttershy, Fluttershy can hardly fly

Fluttershy, Fluttershy, Fluttershy can hardly fly

Fluttershy, Fluttershy, Fluttershy can hardly fly

Fluttershy, Fluttershy, Fluttershy can hardly fly

I remember that little rhyme we made at flight camp. Lightning Dust was the pony who made it up. Fluttershy used to be the worst filly in flight camp. She used to be teased and mocked all of the time. The pegasi should have thought of the consequences of making fun of her, but instead we thought it was funny to watch her fail. I feel like a monster. Just like those ponies who cheered for the three mares to be hanged. Who is the real victim, the ponies being killed or the mare being pushed over the edge? In a way everypony at flight camp is just as guilty as she is. We broke her spirit. We made her this way. We are the ones to be blamed. Justice has already been served to the ponies that deserved it. Equestria doesn’t need justice right now. Equestria needs mercy. We were at fault for turning a sweet innocent mare into a wicked psychopath, but it was so long ago.The pegasi were young and foolish, but they’ve changed since then. It shouldn’t matter now. I don’t blame her for longing for revenge, even though it won’t solve anything.

Honey Flower steps on a beaver skull and gasps. The skull rolls diagonally and hits the leg of a chair. The chair has bloody ropes laying on the seat.

“Fluttershy? Are you in here?” Sprinklejinx says levitating her shovel over her head for self defense. There’s no answer.

“She’s not here. She must be hiding from us.” I say.

“Let’s get out of here. This placed is giving me the creeps. I think I’m going to be sick.” Honey Flower says.

“Maybe her friends know where she’s hiding.” I say. The three of us exit Fluttershy’s cottage. It feels good to work together like a team again. We close the cottage door behind us and take in a deep breath of fresh air. I hope we could find Fluttershy and give her the mental help she needs.