"I expected better from you, son." The sky blue Pegasus said slamming a hoof down on his table. "I'm sorry neon, but I have to demote you." Those words made the orange pony sick to his stomach. He hadn't meant to cause the explosion, it just happened. He couldn't monitor all three machines in the cloud factory on his own. He didn't know why anyone expected him to. Now his father was demoting him, his own father.
"Dad, please, I did-."
"I know you didn't mean to but that's the way it is in cloudsdale. Ponies got hurt because of what happened. I have to do this, your not an exception to the rules." He said. His son hung his head and nodded. "I'm sending you to sky control." He said grimly. Neon jumped back in shock.
"Dad, not the sky control. Please anything but that." His son pleaded but to no avail. His dad just shook his head and walked around the desk and to his son. "You do know that I'll most likely never see you again." His dad nodded. "I know but it's the only place I can send you to work and still keep an eye on you." His son nodded. "Just be careful out there." His dad said as his son walked out of his office.
Ah neon walked down the hall into the locker room he dreaded seeing his peers. That had always resented him for the fact that his dad owned the company. As he opened the door into the stallions locker room he was met with instant sneering.
"Hey, papa's boy, how'd it go. You get a raise." One of the peagasi sneered. The room burst out in laughter. Neon ignored them and continued to his locker. His only friend in the whole factory met him at his locker.
"How'd it go neon, what happened." Breeze asked concerned.
"I-I'm being demoted to sky control." He said unlocking his locker and starting to pack his stuff. The room let out a collective gasp.
"Your dad is sending you, there." Breeze said. Neon just nodded. He packed the last of his stuff in his duffel bag and threw his cloudsdale weather blazer over is shoulders and walked out of the locker room, leaving his friends, enemies and life behind. He wouldn't last a day at the sky control, but he had to carry out his orders. As he hopped on the elevator to the surface of cloudsdale he thought. 'What if his dad was sending him there to get rid of him. What if his dad was sending him there so he would die. It would be easier for his dad if his son was gone. All he had done was shame him. He had never done anything successful to bring pride to his father. His father. That's all his life was about up until this point, pleasing his father.' This infuriated neon. He had never had the chance to live for him self.
"No, I'm not going to go and die because my father told me to." He said scornfully. He did a three sixty and looked at the surrounding glass. He wasn't hangout to be sent to sky control. He pulled back his hoof and slammed it into the glass, making a small crack. He did it again with more force behind the blow making a slightly bigger crack. He backed up and ran towards the glass, slamming into it with his shoulder sending a spiderweb crack up the glass barrier. He backed up one last time and rocketed forward, using his wings to propel him. He hit the glass and it gave. He fell through onto the city below. He tried to open his wings, but he couldn't, he felt an immense wave of pain shoot through his body as he tried again. He looked back at his wings to see them bent in odd angles. He cursed himself. His wings were broken and he now had no chance. If he would just have done as his father said and done his job, he might not be in this mess. As the ground got closer, he closed his eyes.
Neon hit the ground. His body was left in pieces from the height and speed of the fall. He had died on impact, quick and painless. But he might not have died this way if he had just listened to his father. His orange pelt may have been up there, in the sky. Or maybe still in one piece up in the clouds. Maybe he would have been able to please his father. Maybe.
His father observed the while thing from his office. It was a shame that his son had died, but he disintegrated listen to orders. He was a disgrace to his family. A disgrace to his father. Hopefully this whole incident could go in avoided. Suddenly he heard a knock at his door.
"Go away," he yelled. The pony at the door opened it anyway. In walked breeze, neon's best friend.
"Do you know what just happened, my best friend, your son, just died out there." Breeze said furiously pointing out the window.
"Breeze, I had no intention of ki-"
"I don't give a buck what you intended to do. He's DEAD!" Breeze said. Neon's father just nodded. "He deserved so much better than you." Breeze said, drawing a pistol from his hip with his wings and pointing it at the sky blue Pegasus. He pulled the trigger firing one round, a round that would end a life. And a legacy. The company died, right there. The blue Pegasus clutched his chest where the bulled had entered him. He then fell backwards and out the window. Breeze followed, he has nothing left to live for. He put the gun into his mouth and pulled the trigger, then darkness. Ever so peaceful darkness. As breeze floated there in space he heard another pony next to him. He turned around to see neon sitting right there next to him.
"Neon!" He said throwing his hooves around his friends neck. Neon hugged him back. Nothing more than brotherly love. No homo. And even in death they were buddies. And now they were able to live and play and crack jokes with each other for eternity. Or, at least until the grim reaper comes and takes their souls.
