THE STORY OF A BOY NAMED CANYON

By: BentFan101

Prologue

A/N I don't own Sly Cooper and the gang I want to, but don't. I do own Canyon Shade Key. I also use Sly names from pasta16 except Sly, I'm not copying pasta16 I think the names stick, I hope no one minds. I might not be so good with my punctuation and am very sorry about it you can just tell me. I'm new so please be nice. Thanks and enjoy. Oh, and sorry it's so short, the others will be longer hopefully.

My name is Benjerman Theodore Key most of you know me as Bentley. I grew up a poor orphan in an orphanage. There I met my best friends Tomas Murphy you know him as Murray or ''The Murray''; whose parents died in a tragic car crash. Sylvester James Andrew Cooper and you know him as Sly Cooper; I'm sure you all know his story by now unless you are not interested in the Sly Cooper video games. Very little is known about my parents, but I plan to find out sooner or later. This is a story of a boy 6 or 42 years of age, as of now, that we found on a simple doorstep.

It all started when we just got to our Paris safe house after we got back from defeating Clockwerk for the first time we were all proud of each other and I just couldn't wait to take a nice hot shower. It looked like all that Sly wanted to do was to read his newly found book, good for him. Murray was probably going to move on with his schedule, eat, tinker on the van, eat, work out, eat, check to see what Bent is doing, eat, watch wrestling, eat, play video games, eat, and sleep. Doing jobs is usually some were among there but I've been to busy lately to update my ''Murray Schedule''.

Pulling into the driveway felt like a weight off my shoulders. Everything I have become so familiar with was still in the van. A BIG''gig's'' plans were lied out on the keyboard on my main computer on the left side of the van, the dark blue carpet with three summer sleeping bags rolled out, one big and pink one medium sized and blue and one small and a hunter green, the walls, that matched the flooring, were covered with plans of ''gigs'' and an analog clock, the light blue front seats with Sly and Murray's symbol, one on the right and the other on the left, my symbol on the light blue computer chair that is bolted to the floor. Sly was siting in the passenger seat while Murray sat in the driver seat. We were all wearing our gear, because we didn't bother to change, don't ask me why.

I was siting on my sleeping bag with my custom light green ipod listening to the song ''Skin'' by Rascal Flatts, thinking of a old friend. When all of a sudden I heard someone whispering next to my ear saying "This is your captain speaking, it is now time for me to say BENTLEY YOU ARE ON EARTH NOT MARS!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAA... AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGG! ...SSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYY!" I yelled, as my yelp turned into an angry cry seeing Sly and Murray roll on the floor laughing their heads off. "SLY YOU ARE GOING TO BE ONE DEAD COON!" I yelled. They both stared at each other and started to crack up again, but louder. I then pulled out a prototype bomb out of my shell while wearing an devilish grin. It was just a prototype, the worst it could do is give you a really bad bruise, but they didn't know that.

"Murray, Sly screamed, Bentley is going to blow our brains out, RUN!" as they both as quickly as they could got up and ran into in the house,except Sly he forgot the get up part and just crawled. I chuckled to myself, put the bomb back, grabbed the stuff I needed and ran after them.

A/N Not a bad prologe this is my first fic so I hope you will enjoy the rest of the story.