A/N: Hello everybody! Jack aka Jammin Jabala here with my first story. You can see by the title it's about Murray a character whose past hasn't been explored allots. UNTIL NOW!!! So I hope you guys like it and please R&R. Also my grammar isn't that good so be kind.
INTRODUCTION
"FINAL LAP!!!" That's all I heard as I zoomed down the track. Obviously it was the final lap of the race and as usual I was in first. I can't say it's a surprise I'm always in first but it's not because of me it's because of my vehicle. This van and me have been through everything and just like always she was pulling threw for me. "BANG!" I look over to see another car next to mine. He kept banging against the side of the van trying to make me crash. I looked ahead to see the checkered flag waving. Uh-oh the race was about to end and I couldn't lose this guy. "Oh well. We can't win them all." I thought to myself. Wait what am I thinking I can't just let this guy drive up, bang on my van, and steal my glory! So I griped the steering wheel as hard as I could and with one turn I rammed the entire van into the car next to me. The car shook a little and almost crashed but I didn't lose him. I rammed him two more times and I don't know if someone up there likes me or if it was dumb luck but three bolts popped out from his front tire and he went spinning out of control. I didn't get a chance to see what happened because just as he fell behind me I passed the finish line. Every camera in the arena began flashing taking pictures of me and the van. I pulled the van over and stepped out as the losing racers sped by me at top speed. Removing my helmet I began waving to the crowd. I couldn't see or hear myself think everywhere I looked there was a camera flashing and fan cheering. I still couldn't believe it all eyes were on me and it wasn't because I screwed up. Why couldn't it have been like that four years ago? I was handed a trophy and a sash with the word "Champion" across it. I asked the same question to myself once again "Why couldn't it have been like this four years ago?"
I stepped out of the van trophy and helmet in hand. In front of me was my nice house right across from central park. I walked up to the door and using my key let myself in. As I walked into the house I put my helmet on the coat hanger and made my way into my room. I placed the golden trophy on a shelf next to my two silver trophies. I smiled at the fact I had won my first gold. I've won many times but this was the first time I had come first in the championship. I left my room and made my way into the kitchen to get a bite to eat (as usual) but something caught my eye. Sitting on the counter was the picture that had always been there but just today got me to really look at it. In it were me and my best friends. In the center was me with a green turtle sitting on my shoulder while a raccoon leaned on his cane. There they were Bentley Turtle and Sly Cooper the best buddies a fella could have. I've been thinking allot about them lately mainly about the many adventures we had from when we met at "The Happy Camper Orphanage" all the way to the day Sly decided to leave. All the memories would have been great if it wasn't for the fact I was the teams screw up. Sly and Bentley can tell me I'm important all they want but I know that I am a screw up. Even if I did my job right I would always find some way to mess it up. It started when we went after the pages to the "Thievius Raccoonus" every time I went after a key I needed Sly to be there so I wouldn't get killed. Or when we got the Clockwork Parts I was the first in jail and last out of jail also that's when I made my biggest mistake. How could I forget I was the one who put the first friend I ever made in a wheel chair I still can't believe he forgave me? Lastly during the whole Cooper Vault escapade not only did I risk Bentley's life against Octavio when I refused to join until "the black water ran clear" but I did it again when I jeopardized the entire mission by trying to save the van when I should have followed Bentley's orders. Not only did I mess up so many of our jobs I also kept so much from them. They were my best friends, my brothers, and the only people I truly care about in this world and I lied to them. Its true there was stuff I never told them about. Not only did I never tell them about my life before I met them but there was stuff along the way they never knew about as well. But I believe it's about time I talked about it. I've had this bottled up far too long.
My name is Murray Hippo and this is my story.
A/N: I hope you guys liked the intro! Also I really like this story and it's my first so please R&R.
Once again sorry about my grammar. BYE!!!