Yea, I ditched the ponies. So? Back to the story, I hate this part.

Alright, a little explanation on the new car. So, as most of my friends know, I’m a huge fan of Fast and Furious, after watching the fourth installment of the series, I decided to build a replica of the Green F-Bomb Camaro that had been used in the final scene.

Alright, back to the story. It didn’t take long for me and Jackson to arrive in New York. He was kinda really pissed at me for blurting the collars out.

      “I can’t believe you actually did it.” Jackson said coldly

      “They were gonna find out one way or another.” I said in response

Jackson turned back to the mirror and didn’t say another word. Soon we entered New York. We got a hotel for the night since we had arrived a full day earlier than expected. The mafia weren’t here yet. I sat on my bed, flipping channels while Jackson laid down on his bed, pretedning to be asleep.

Typical Jackson.

      “Do you think it was right leaving the mares alone?” I asked

      “No.” Jackson said coldly

      “Stop making me feel bad already.” I muttered

      “No.”

      “Will you say anything other than no?”

      “No.”

      “*sigh* What’s it gonna take to snap you out of it?”

      “Your death.”

I shook my head, turned off the TV and proceeded to try and go to sleep. But everytime I closed my eyes, I could only see the two ponies stranded in the desert, both dehydrated, and slowly and eventually, both of them fell on their side. Dead and lifeless. The same nightmare kept playing again and again and again.

Several times I woke up in cold sweat. Until, I woke up from the very same nightmare again and found Jackson sitting on his bed, glaring at me creepily.

      “What the-?”

      “Your death will be slow and agonizing.”

I went on alert mode instantly. Jackson continued staring at me. ANd I swear he never blinked. Either that or he blinks REALLY fast. So, I just sat on my bed. Both of us having a staring contest. And every time I blinked, Jackson would move. Closer and closer to me. Even if I looked away he would move.

This lasted up until 9:00 A.M. where he growled, stood up, then changed. He came back out with a black leather jacket, the very same one he had worn when we first left for New York. I guess he thought it was apropos to have this adventure end in the clothes he started in.

I followed and put on my clothes. The very ones that I wore on the first day. A purple shirt that my younger brother had sent me. It had words on it at some point, but they were waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay to faded to read now.

We were supposed to take a train then walk to the docks where our very dangerous clients would be waiting with very large amounts of money. Me and Jackson bought tickets and soon we were in the tunnels, surrounded in darkness. Everyone in the train seemed bored and grumpy. Truth be told, I felt the same way.

As the train was on it’s way, I glanced out and saw a car driving against the tunnel wall, James Bond style. It reminded me of that video game, what was it called again? Need for Sleep? Meh. I’ll get back to ya when I remember it.

So, me and Jackson just stand in awkward silence. We had refused to talk to each other until we were satisfied.

And by satisfied I mean until Jackson get’s more of his adorable ponies.

So, the train reaches and me and Jackson get off. It was a short walk from here to our destination. All we had to do to get rich was walk there, survive, then we’d be living the dream. We’d be billionaires. We’d have more money than we’d know how to use.

As me and Travis walked to the docks, the backpack slung around my shoulder, It only took us around five minutes until we finally reached the docks. We weren’t exactly with the mafia yet, but we were close. As me and Jackson walked through the maze of containers, I saw two cars just racing through the shipyard. One of them was the car from the train ride, the other was an Aston Martin 1-77.

I shrug it off and continue walking. Jackson followed behind. He was starting to drop the pissed off attitude and fear began taking over. He kept fumbling with his jacket and looking behind him.

      “I’m starting to have second thoughts about this.” Jackson said

      “Hey, you were the one that set us up on this thing.”  I shot back

Soon we arrived at the spot. All I could see was a black Mercedes, and a trio of men. Standing and watching us slowly approach them. The two men on both sides held AK’s, they both looked IDENTICALLY the same. How cliche. The man in the middle was old and withered. We approached him and he held his hand out in hospitality.

      “Hey, name’s Dominic.”

      “I’m Nash and this is Travis.” I said while pointing at Jackson

      “Yea yea, so you got the bling or not?”

I slung the backpack and unzipped it. I showed him the merchandise.

      “This is gonna make a great gift for Maria, she’s always had a thing for pooches.”

I coughed.

      “Oh yea, the money. Teddy.”

The guard on the right stepped forwards with a briefcase. Where’d he get it anyways. Didn’t see it when we came here. Maybe he was a magician. Or... Sorry, off topic.

So anyways, Teddy gives me the money while I hand Jackson the backpack. And before I could open it he stacked another briefcase on it.

      “There’s two million. One mil. in each case.” Dominic continued

      “Gee thanks.”

      “Now you gonna hand me the goods or not?”

      “Oh, I’m sorry. Yo, Trav.”

Travis stared at the backpack, then at me. Then at the three crime bosses. He looked like he wanted to take them on.

Yea right. He’d get a bullet through the skull if he even tried.

What happens next just astounds me. The bastard turns and RUNS.

Was he drunk? Maybe he was smokin’ some crack while I was asleep. Or maybe he’s finally snapped under the pressure of not offending a crime lord who seems really cliched and kinda tacked onto this stupid story.

Woops, broke the fourth wall. -ish.

So, naturally, the guard fires. And time slowed down. I could see the bullet speeding towards Jackson. I couldn’t move, couldn’t talk. I saw the blood splatter from Jackson as he fell down and the backpack too fell out of his grasp and onto the concrete.

I stared at it, mouth agape. One of the guards went over to try and get the goods, until a cyan blue blur swooped in and snatched the bag away.

       “What... Was that?” Dominic asked

I played dumb and shrugged. The guards took the briefcases away from me as a response.

      “Well, it was nice doin’ business with ya.”

The three men piled in the car. The guards in the front, Dominic at the back. The black Mercedes sped off. And the I finally realized something.

My best friend is dead. Next Chapter: Epilogue Estimated time remaining: 4 Minutes