"She wants to do what?!" Celestia and Luna exclaimed with shock.

Blueblood cowered slightly at their outburst but composed himself enough to continue his explanation. "T-That's what I heard, Auntie Cinch is going to try and sabotage the Friendship Games by using one of our own students."

"Who is it? Is she trying to blackmail them?" Luna asked with narrowed eyes.

"She's not blackmailing anyone, at least, I don't think so. The person is someone that has...caused trouble for our family in the past..." Blueblood finished nervously, beads of sweat sliding down the side of his face.

Celestia placed a hand over her mouth in shock as she realised what was happening. "You mean...she's using..."

"Rider Sight." All three spoke at once.

Prison

Rider Sight, a young man of medium build, walked down the halls if the prison towards solitary confinement, the time for his weekly visit to a certain inmate just a few minutes away. He wore a white leather jacket with black stripes running down the arms, a pair of black jeans and white running shoes. His skin tone was a smoky grey, his hair a slightly darker shade of grey, his eyes deep and almost glowing, their yellow colouring reflecting any light that shined into them.

He reached the same room Roden had visited when he had came to see this same person. Rider could faintly see small chips in the glass in the same area that Roden had punched in rage.

After a few minutes of waiting, he saw the door on the other side of the glass open and out stepped Riders father, Falcon Sight. Falcon smiled as his own sharp yellow eyes locked with his son's. "Rider my boy, so great to see you again." He greeted with a genuine caring tone. The man held little positive emotions for people around him, but if there was one thing in this world he loved, it was his son.

His brilliant, strong...easy to manipulate son.

Falcon sat down in the chair opposite to Riders and clapped his hands together. "So, you keeping you grades up? Got any gossip? Fuck any girls, or guys, whatever you're into?"

Rider disregarded his fathers pointless and vulgar questions and cleared his throat. "I want to talk to you about something, something...interesting."

Falcon frowned and raised a brow. "Go on..."

Rider pulled out a piece of paper and held it up for Falcon to see. "I got this offer from the principal of Crystal Prep."

Falcon leaned forward and carefully read through the notes contents, his eyes widening and a large smile coming to his face. "Are you serious? She wants you to do THAT?! This is too good to be true!"

"I can finally make him suffer for what he did to you...him and the rest of his pathetic family..." Rider growled, hate ever present in his voice.

Falcon grinned at the angry sound of his son's tone. "Yes. Remember how he took me away from you and your mother, how he and his mother falsely accused me of a crime against them...how they ruined me."

Rider put the paper away and put a hand on the glass. "Don't worry dad. I'll make him pay..."

Some time later in a random park in Maretropolis

"So run this plan by me again, I still have no idea why you came out here to tell me this." Roden spoke dryly, idly sipping at his flask while Treble rambled on under the shade of a large tree.

"Look the plan is simple, we get to Crystal Prep, break into the principals office and see what diabolical scheme she has constructed for this years Friendship Games!" Treble announced with the slightest hint of annoyance. "Now don't ask me to repeat myself again! The readers get enough exposition as it is."

"I don't even see why we would have to break in anyway, I'm related to Cinch, unfortunately, I could just step in to say hi and make sure she isn't doing any illegal or downright evil stuff to protect her oh so precious reputation!" Roden responded, almost shouting the end of his sentence in anger. "Christ...I need to start putting stronger stuff in this flask."

"Please don't..."

"Anyone else feel like selling used cats?" Zerlinda muttered in a drunken slur.

"See? She's already drunk..."

"Ass titties!"

"Why am I trapped in here with you?"

Roden rolled his eyes at the voices antics while Treble just snickered. "Your little girl voice is kind of a lightweight isn't she?"

"Well she is a kid." Roden answered back before taking another swing of his drink. "Anyway, like I said, I can just go in and see if everything is ok, why would I waste my time breaking in?"

"Because my idea is better!"

"No, your idea is a felony, my idea won't run the risk of getting you arrested."

"Why won't you get arrested?"

"Do you really think anyone in this story would believe i would do something so stupid while sober?"

"Eh, fair point. I still wanna break in though! I have a plan and everything!" Treble yelled in protest as he pulled a table out of nowhere and lay the blueprints of the Crystal Prep building out on it. "You and I would break in here, Vinyl would be the sexy distraction here and-"

"Wait where did you even get those blueprints? Those were hidden in a titanium safe deep underground due to how often kids stole it to preform stupid stunts like this, also since when could you pull objects into existence?"

"Since your writer took up heavy drinking while contemplating his sad love life, now shit up and let me finish, you see-"

Roden waited for a moment where Treble would eventually trail off into some really complicated part of the plan, where he would act as if it were montage of the break in actually happening, and slipped away and jogged out of the park. Slowing his pace to walking speed, he sighed and headed for his hummer to travel back to Canterlot City to make sure his horrible aunt didn't do anything stupid.

As he was about to open his car door, he was stopped when he felt a hand being placed on his shoulder. 'Who is it?' He asked the voices in his head.

"exactly who you think." They answered with worry.

Taking in a breath, Roden turned around to see Octavia standing there with a worried look on her face. "Why have you been avoiding me?" She asked with a tone that almost broke his heart.

"You already know why." He stated emotionlessly.

Octavia sighed and nodded, looking into his eyes with a look that risked destroying his emotionless mask. "Please...just tell me what's wrong..."

Roden turned away and closed his eyes. "I don't want to retell it...please just let it go..."

"I'm sorry...but I need to know...I can't help you if you don't tell me what's bothering you and what gave you that scar." Octavia spike quietly as she pulled his scarf down a bit to show the top of the large scar on his left cheek. "Please...I'm begging you..."

Roden pulled his scarf up again and reached for the car door, only for his body to freeze.

"Roden...it's time to stop running." Zanny spoke softly.

"Tell her bro, you need to let this out...you'll just keep bottling it up otherwise."

Rodens arm slowly lowered back down to his side as he hung his head, his eyes still closed. After a few tense moments of silence, he spoke.

"Fine...you win...I'll tell you how I got this scar..."

Author's Notes:

Haven't really done a cliffhanger like this in awhile, feels good to get back into it.

Some heavy stuff. Manipulation, crime against loved ones and inner demons, really working for that drama tag.

If you see a mistake let me know so I can fix it. Thanks for reading.