My Little Crysis 2

A week after Psyco's death, they held a funeral. It had rained that day, the grey clouds overhead, almost as if they were crying as well. People had wondered if Pegasi had made it rain, but, none of the ponies had touched a cloud since a week ago.

Psycho had been there, as well as Prophet, Karlos, Vesa, and Spike. Twilight, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, AppleJack, and Pinkie Pie were there. All had saddened expressions, even Pinkie's mane was down, even though she was the happiest pony everyone knew.

Spike stood there, on top of a tree, watching as his friend, Psyco, got a funeral. He watched as people cried, children and foals cried as well. Psyco had been known by many as a friend, and now they were grieving. CELL soldiers grabbed their guns, along with Marines, and readied them.

"Present arms!" Prophet yelled, seeing the soldiers aim their SCARs into the sky. "Fire!"

The guns fired. Twenty One Gun salute. Not many people knew that it was a honor to get that at your funeral. Too bad Psyco wasn't there, enjoying it. Maybe he was, just a ghost now.

Spike balled his hands into fists, and roared in the air, as the guns stopped firing. Prophet saluted towards the casket, and Spike jumped down, joining them in the grieving. He then walked over to the casket, seeing his friend peaceful. Prophet patted Spike's shoulder, who only grunted in response.

"Who would like to day a few words?" The priest asked, looking at everyone and everypony. Spike nodded, then the priest moved, to let Spike have some room.

"Where to begin? Many of you may have known him as a user of the first Nanosuit program, as a soldier. I saw him as that, but also more. He was a soldier, he was a user of the Nanosuit program, but, he was a friend, felt like family, even though we weren't blood related."

"He had been through so many horrors, blood, and war, even I, a Marine, would throw up in disgust. He said he was a Veteran, of war and life, and I believed him. He was a tough bastard, still can't believe he took a stab through the chest just to save my life. if you ask me, he was a true hero of war. I believed him, I was a friend of him, even to the grave."

"He said that he would give his life to just save Equestria. Not only that, but he saved my life, and so many others. If it weren't for him, I'd probably be dead if it weren't for him. I owe him my life. What I have to say, is that I'll enjoy the memories we made, good and bad."

"I'll take these memories to the grave, and I want to say is...Enjoy your rest, Psyco. Have fun with Raptor squad." Spike said, smiling sadly at his friend's face. But, he seemed to smile now, seemingly more peaceful. "Good luck big fella, you'll need it." Spike said, chuckling.

Prophet then nodded, standing where Spike was. "My old friend knew Psyco as a team member, who defied orders, even though he did great. He saw him as a tough bastard who withstood torture to save people's lives, good and bad. He still has the scars from the torture even now."

"He saw Psyco as a soldier, a man who knew what he was doing. He also saw, a friend. He was like family to so many people, it was almost not real when I saw him pass away. Listen, not many of you may've known Psyco like the old me did, but deep inside, I knew he was a true friend."

The only time he didn't help you was when he would die, even then, he promised to keep us safe. He had a good eye, knew people inside and out, like they were a book, and he knew how to read them, cover to cover."

"He knew so many things about people that took me months to find out, and it'd take him days, maybe hours, to find out what your fingerprint looked like, even when the picture was smudged. If you ask me, he deserves to be buried with the best heroes. He was a Hero of War. Rest In Peace." Prophet concluded.

The day started off sad, but then it turned out fine when people and ponies alike told stories about Psyco, how the Remember was a Memory so many would enjoy for the rest of their lives. Prophet and Spike both lifted their SCARs, and fired, honoring their friend's death.

That day, Spike and the rest remembered all the good times they had with a dear friend. At the bottom of the tombstone, Spike grabbed out a Kukri, and started to carve something, but only when the others were gone, so they couldn't see what he was making.

When he finished, Spike grabbed Psycho's knife out, and stabbed it in the ground, the hilt and half of the blade showing. Spike patted the hilt, put something on the knife, and stood up. He then saluted, and walked off. Before he left, he would look back at the tombstone, and put his helmet on, hiding the smile under it.

On the tombstone, a broken Nanosuit helmet, Psyco's to be precise, was hanging onto the knife. the carving Spike made said only one sentence.

"Remember the fallen, as if they were your own."

"Spike, you comin'?" AJ asked.

"Yeah, just a sec, honey!" Spike yelled back. Spike would then look at the tombstone, then nod. He would then turn around, and run after AJ.

My Note: I'd like to take the moment to Remember those who have fallen in war, battle, or just every day life. Either by old age, saving someone's life, or sacrificing yourself to save your friends, just know to remember them. Remember the good and bad times. Remember the fun times, and the sad times. Just, Remember all about the person, and they're never truly gone, just as long as the people who knew them Remember.