Sneak peek:
It was a simple afternoon as Manehatten's sun was setting over the horizon. You could hardly see it through the various skyscrapers. Bruce Mane, a young colt ready to take his stab at the world watched the beauty. His mom walked up, wearing brand new, huge, pearls. They bobbed against neck as she walked. Bruce hated his parents. They were huge snobs; they never had time for their child. Bruce wanted to be a hero, like Supercolt, but they didn't care. Bruce was going to take over Mane industries when he was old enough, and that was it. His mom put her hoof on his shoulder and said, “Please come to dinner, dear.” Shaking his head, Bruce turned and returned inside. They were having a huge dinner with the mayor of Manehatten about Mane industries providing some supplies. All the big entrepreneurs were there. As Bruce sat and took a bite of the sliced orange, everyone said “Aww” quietly to themselves.
Over the chatter, Bruce heard his mom and dad fighting in the kitchen. He stood up and walked over. From the other side of the door all he heard was “Then you get him!” from his dad. Then the back door slammed close. The door by Bruce swung open, which hit him on to the ground. His mom apologized and pushed him back in the kitchen. Once the door was closed, Bruce’s mom told the young colt not to fear, that everything was okay. The two went out, following the father. There they found him, on the concrete floor of the alley. The mom screamed at the sight of the blood streaming down to their feet. A man in a black suit held an assault rifle. He was shocked by the scream, and turned to the two. He shot and shot until those large pearls fell to the floor, and Bruce was sitting, watching his parents die. His dad called him. Out of his jacket, Bruce’s dad gave him a handgun, and said “Be the hero you’ve wanted to be. Stop him.” Bruce shook his head, but as the man closed his eyes, the young colt squeezed the gun’s handle, and tears began streaming down his face. He aimed the gun and the sights landed right between the eyes of the thug. The thug dropped his gun and ran. The pistol fell from Bruce’s hooves and hit the ground. Biting his lip, Bruce turned around, and ran inside to call 911.
