(Request) Falling - Inspired by Nimh

http://imgur.com/y41ldPe - I ran across this picture on /mlp/ and Nimh said he wanted a good writefag to write something for him. I dunno about the good part... but here is what I wrote for him. Sorry I couldn't post it in time before the thread 404'ed.
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>It was a partially cloudy day in Equestria.
>The sun shined brightly in your eyes as you did your morning trot.
>Gotta keep it up.
>Gotta keep the pace.
>A nice long trot was just your little way of staying in shape and killing time every day.
>Sometimes, you even went out in the rain.
>The feel of the water on your skin was so invigorating and made you feel happy to be alive.
>As you look to the sky, you see that one of the clouds overhead seems to be turning darker.
>Stopping, you raise your head to the sky.
>You prepare yourself for the feeling of the cool crisp liquid to land on your hot and sweaty exterior.
>The drip comes, but it's warm.
>Bringing your hoof to the drip, it's red and sticky.
>That's when you hear it.
>Not the sound of thunder.
>If it were thunder, you would head home out of impluse.
>You heard the screams.
>The darkness above you were shadows of ponies falling from the sky.
>Nearly as if every pegasus forgot how to fly at once.
>"Help me!"
>"I don't wanna die!"
>"Mommy! Where are you!?!"
>You stand frozen to the spot as the bodies fly to the ground.
>One reaches it's final destination with a sickening crunch.
>Another follows after it, letting out a painful shriek.
>Jumping to the side, you narrowly avoid one from falling on top of you.
>Your eyes connect and all you see is pain.
>Run.
>Another crunch.
>Run!
>"Hold tight to me son. Daddy loves you."
>RUN!
>At full speed you run away from the bloodshed.
>You look back, but you never should have looked back.
>Just like how you never should have stopped to look up.
>The grass was covered in red-stained technicolor corpses.
>Some of which still moved, but most remained motionless.
>Sometimes you still wake up at night, hearing the screaming of all the ponies that fell from the sky.
>You still remember the screams of the fallen angels.

>You wake up in the middle of the night.
>The screams again.
>How could this just happen out of the blue?
>You watched the newspapers for days, but there wasn't any information on thousands of pegasi just falling to their demise.
>There had to be some explanation.
>Something that was being covered up.
>You look to your alarm clock.
>3 AM.
>At least you got more sleep tonight than the last few days.
>Getting out of bed, you begin to devise your plan.
>There has to be someone, somewhere up in Cloudsdale that knows what happened.
>Every one of those pegasi had names and families.
>There has to be somepony who will talk.
>Somepony that will set your troubled mind at ease.
>Renting a balloon to Cloudsdale wouldn't be cheap, but you will use your savings to do it.
>It's a small price to pay to sleep again and to ease your troubled mind.
>You get out a saddle bag for your trip.
"Better get packed."

>Once the sun is up you are already on your way to the hot-air balloon stand.
"One to Cloudsdale please. Round trip."
>"That's awful expensive sir... are y-"
>You toss a bag of bits onto the counter.
>"Thank you for flying with us today. Right this way."

>Being up in the sky is a new relaxing feeling to you as an earth pony.
>Cloudsdale floats off in the distance, just out of reach.
>They made arrangements for you to be able to walk on the clouds while you stay in Cloudsdale, as well as showed you to where a decent hotel is using a map.
>Examining the map, you mark a few places that you may want to check out.
>The police station and the Cloudsdale hospital were definite targets, but you had trouble thinking of other places to check out.
>It was just so hard to think... when you feel so... tired.

>Your eyes shoot open and feel the wind rush past your mane.
>Thrashing violently against the planet's natural pull, you try desperately to free yourself from it's clutches.
>The ground approaches nearer and nearer.

>You wake up.
>"Welcome to Cloudsdale!"

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>"Here you go sir."
>The pilot of the balloon hands you a small bottle of pills.
>"If you take one of these every morning, you should be able to walk on the clouds. Be careful. They are addictive if you take too many."
"Thanks. I'll be careful."
>Taking one pill out from the bottle, you take one before you step onto the clouds.
>As you press down, you feel the cloud slowly give away under you.
>You panic and put all of your weight onto that hoof.
>The clouds hold firm, and welcome your hoof like a soft mattress.
"Huh. Alright."
>Pulling out your map, you trace your path to the hospital.
>If all of the pegasi were in the hospital, it would set your troubled mind at ease.
>You are hardily noticed by the other happy, busy pegasi that are going about their business as usual.
>As if nothing had ever happened.
>As if thousands of them just hadn't simultaneously fell from the sky less than a week ago.
>Then again, they didn't see their faces.
>They didn't hear their screams.
>You nearly walk by the Cloudsdale Hospital from being deep in thought.
>Stepping through the double doors, you are immediately welcomed by a nurse pony.
>"Good Morning! Can I help you find a room?"
>The aquamarine pegasus wears the wide smile of someone who loves their job.
"No thanks... I think I know where I'm going."
>Her enthusiasm unfaltering, she nods to you.
>"Okay! Well if you need any help, don't be shy."
>You head over to the critical recovery section.
>On that day, it seems like most of the ponies died.
>If they didn't die, they had to be in critical condition.
>You push through another set of doors and peek into the rooms.
>Cancer.
>Surgery recovery.
>Another surgery.
>Weird.
>Anypony from that day would need to be in a full body cast at least.
>"Excuse me sir, can I help you find somepony?"
>A doctor steps out of a room with a small clipboard.
"Uh... yeah. I had a friend come in from a few days ago. He was in the big accident."
>The doctor looks at you curiously.
>"Big... accident?"
"Yeah. I think it mighta been him and a bunch of friends. I don't know. I heard it was really serious though."
>He makes his way around his desk.
>"I'm afraid we must not of had any patients from a serious accident. The hospital has been slow the last few days."
>That's no help at all.
>No entries to the only hospital in Cloudsdale.
>"What was his name? We do carry records on almost every pegasus in Equestria here. Maybe I can find out where he was placed?"
>Oh no!
>You can't possibly make up a name.
"No... that's fine. I'm sure everything will be alright. I was just worried. Thats all! Thanks anyway."
>Slowly you make your way out of the hospital as the doctor picks up his desk phone.
>He eyes you closely all the way out of the building.
>"Hello? Yes. I think I have someone who knows."

>Well that was fruitless.
>Next stop is the police station.
>They would have to know if a major accident occurred.
>Any sign of it existing was all you needed at this point.
>To prove to yourself that you weren't going crazy.
>You check your map again.
>The police station should only be a few blocks away.
>As you walk through Cloudsdale you can't help but marvel at the architecture.
>How pegasi managed to put buildings on clouds simply blows your mind.
>As you round a turn, you can't help but feel like you are being watched.
>Behind you, you see a pegasus in a hoodie with the hood up, following you.
>Another one watches you from accross the street.
>Oh shit.
>This can't be good.
>You quicken your pace to a trot and so does your follower.
>The stallion from across the street begins to follow you as well.
>You can't be serious.
>The ground under your feet feels like it's shaking.
>Or maybe it's just you.
>That's it!
>You break into a full speed gallop towards the police station.
>"Hey!"
>The stallions chase after you with all their might.
>Ducking through the alley, you try to improvise a shortcut to the police station.
>One follows you while one tries to head you off.
>Their mistake is underestimating the speed of an earth pony on hoof.
>Putting every bit of energy you have into your hooves, you sprint out of the alley.
>The police station is right there in front of you.
>"Stop!"
>You keep running, terrified for your life.
>Just a few feet from the doors now.
>Jump up the stairs two at a time.
>Rip open the front door.
>"We just want to hel-"
>You slam the door behind you.
"Officer! There are these men chasing me."
>One of the pegasus in uniform by the window watches closely.
>"It's true sarge. I see em outside."
>Quickly you try to catch your breath.
>You need to get back running again.
>Another uniformed cop approaches you.
>"Alright son, come with me."
>He leads you into a white room with solid walls, but the ground is made of clouds.
>"Just stay here for a little while. Now then. Any idea why they were chasing you?"
>Still gasping for breath, you try to compose yourself.
"No... No idea."
>The officer rubs his beard for a moment.
>"Well that's strange. We will give them a talk and let you go when they leave. Where you staying traveler?"
"I'm not sure. Probably some hotel."
>"Alrighty."
>He slowly makes his way out the door.
"Oh! Sir?"
>The policepony turns to you one more time.
"Did... uh. Did any pegasus go missing in the last few days? I had a bunch of my friends go missing. I came to town to try and find them."
>"Hmmm. When was the last time you saw them?"
"Uh... somewhere outside Ponyville."
>His eyes go wide and he pulls out his gun on you.
"Woah! Woah! I'm unarmed."
>"Nopony can know. It's the princess's orders son."
"The princess!?!"
>"Give me your pills."
"How long are you going to keep me here?"
>He cocks his gun.
"OKAY! OKAY!"
>You toss your bag over to him. and he throws it out of the room.
>"I'm sorry."
>He closes the door and you hear a click from behind it.
>No.
>He didn't.
>You gallop to the door and try to rip it open.
>It's locked.
>You push on it as hard as you can.
>It won't budge.
>Anger fills your veins.
>You weren't crazy.
>You were onto something.
>In a fit of rage you buck at the door.
>Still, it won't relent.
>You collapse to the cloud floor in a sobbing mess.
>This is it.
>This is how your life ends.
>Waiting for the effects of the drug to wear off so you can fall from the sky to your doom.
>Maybe it would be all be over sooner if you went to sleep.
>You were so tired.
>Maybe now... knowing that you weren't crazy, you could rest.
>Closing your eyes, you see the faces of the young children that were falling to their demise.
>Their parents holding them tightly, telling them that it will all be over soon.
>That's all you have to tell yourself.
>It will all be over soon.
>It's all just a dream.
>A falling dream.