PART 1
In the Wild West, a boy named Matthew wandered the desert. He hoped to have fun in the world. He walked into a bar keeping his cowboy hat low. He was not accepted by the men there because he was a mere child at the age of 14. He slowly walked in to relax, but right before he sat down a man shouted, "Well if it isn't Matthew. Come here to antagonize us about your wins, eh?" Matthew stayed silent, and leaned back in his chair. Suddenly a beer bottle flew right by Matthew's head. "If you were not so drunk, that might have hit me." Matthew lifted up his cowboy hat and peered at the man, "Then how about a draw?" The man was drunk so he would probably accept, and lose considering he could not even hit me with the beer bottle, thought Matthew. "Ok then kid." They walked out of the bar and got ready. People watched from the sides. They turned around slowly. 3, 2, 1, Draw! They both spun as fast as they could, and the other man pulled the trigger right before Matthew. His bullet missed Matthew's vital organs but got him right in the leg. Matthew pulled the trigger right before the bullet had made contact. He stumbled to the ground and looked up seeing that the other guy had fallen. Matthew got him right in the chest.
Matthew's gun was about a yard away from his hand. He sat there in pain not able to move. All of the other men that watched were flabbergasted. They pulled out there phones to call their buddies over. Matthew needed to run. He knew that the whole town treated that man like a brother. He was one of the men to always drive the other town's cowboys out before fighting broke out. In the middle of Matthews long thought about what's happening about 300 cowboys gathered around Matthew. They all suddenly started running at Matthew. They wanted him dead. As Matthew contemplated using his gun everybody stopped to the sound of a roaring car. A high tech racecar known by everyone in the town as The Blue Falcon. It spun in circles right before it stopped at Matthew's body. The top opened up a tall figure stood up. "Who are you!" said a man from the crowd. "I am Captain Falcon!"
Captain Falcon quickly snatched Matthew from the angry mob. He sat Matthew in The Blue Falcon, and they drove off. "Why did you help me? Who are you?" Matthew asked. "What about a thank you?" said Captain Falcon. "That's an awfully cliché thing to say don't you think. Well thank you anyway.", "I saw a kid in trouble so I decided to save you. I'm also on a mission unlike anything I have ever done before. I'm usually racing, but now I'm stopping a secret organization, and I need somebody's help. You seemed like a strong kid who knew what he was doing around town." "So you're taking me on a secret mission with you? That's great! Can I get a suit like yours?" "Sure kid, I'll have my manager get you one." "I'm Matthew by the way."
To Be Continued…
