Twisted Friendship: A MLP story

Prologue

Los Angeles, CA. The city of Angels, Southland or by others, La-La Land. It's seems like a great place to live to some people but unfortunately, it isn't. Robberies happen every hour, gang wars never cease, law enforcement is busy 24/7, the streets at night are never safe, and barely anyone is having a great day when crime is everywhere. What's worse for this city, besides the crime escalating to new heights, is that that LA has become one hell of a battle zone for the most gruesome, gut wrenching contest that is held every year as for anyone interested into earning a grand prize from one of the most richest man in the states. His name is William Sparks, better known as Calypso, founder and president of Calypso Industries and creator of his deadly, yearly event Twisted Metal, a tournament involving vehicles armed to the teeth with guns, missiles, bombs, and other types of weapons. The drivers of these vehicles have at least one common goal in the tournament: survive and kill your opponents to win the grand prize. What is the grand prize of Twisted Metal? The prize of course is one free wish presented by Calypso and it can be any wish that the winner desires, whether it is to be famous, to win money, go on a nice vacation...or in Calypso's taste...revenge on an old foe.

Contestants range from Blackfield Asylum inmates to LAPD prisoners to LA's notorious gang members. For years, there have been so many contestants that participated in this tournament though some of the combatants weren't very lucky to walk away as winners. Consisting of nine events, ranging from Death Match to Electric Cage to Checkpoint racing, the losers of the tournament were punished by Calypso by having their souls taken away to the depths of hell...but those are just rumors to some who had survived and won Twisted Metal and lived to tell about it.

It was 10:30 PM at night. Stores were closed except 24/7 shops, dance clubs were open, restaurants were still operational until midnight, and the streets were littered with busy traffic and several pedestrians walking on the sidewalk to go home or minding their own business. Not a safe place to be walking alone unless you had company or that you are well protected with a pocket knife before mugglers come and rob you.

At a BP gas station, a 50-year-old male Puerto Rican gas station clerk sits behind the register while watching the news channel on his portable TV. Work had been busy during the afternoon but at the evening things went slow and boring. The clerk decides that after the news, he'll probably close for the night and lock up the store.

"This is KU7X News at 10:30PM!" A narrator on the news show said through the TV. "Where we bring you the headlines around LA and nationwide. Here's your anchor for tonight, Brian Fox ."

After the KU7X News graphic intro was over, the camera cuts to a Caucasian man with well groomed black hair and wearing a blue tuxedo. He sits in behind a glass counter with a small stack of papers that contains the list of current events in the news and behind him is a background graphic of Los Angeles in the nighttime.

"Good evening, everyone." Brian addressed the viewers. "Welcome to KU7X News at 10:30PM..."

As the gas clerk continued to watch, outside the gas station a car pulled up to pump #4. The clerk turned to the window that shows the outside of the night. He sees the car as a somewhat red Ferrari Enzo with some black coloring on the front, sides, and bumper. It looks brand new as it came out of the shop which to the clerk thought was weird but rather not worry about it. He also noticed that the license plate is issued in California and it read "CRIMSN FURY" in black capital letters. Then, the driver of the car exited the vehicle wearing dirty, blue cargo pants; a black leather jacket with badly torned, a white plaid shirt, brown Steel Toe boots, and has a baseball cap on with the number 42 in yellow imprinted on the front. The driver closed the driver door of his car and walked inside the BP store.

The clerk got a good look on what he looked as he entered the store. The driver was well-built, thin, masculine, white, brown eyes, 5ft 9in, about 165 lbs, and barely can tell if he has hair due to him wearing a baseball cap. The driver went to the candy aisle and picked out two Big Kat bars, a King Size Crunch bar, and a bag of Reese's Minis. Next, he went to the chips and grabbed a small bag of Cheetos and finally, went to the sodas and grabbed a 20 ounce Pepsi. Satisfied on what he got, the driver goes to the clerk for a checkout.

The clerk turned away from the news as it went on commercial break and goes to the register. Though, he was kind of suspicious about this driver as it seems as though the driver does not look like he's in a pleasant mood.

"How you doing tonight?" The clerk asked as he rang up the driver's goods.

The driver, who had his head down for a minute, spoke. "...I'm alright."

"Rough day at work, sir?"

"...Sort of."

After ringing up the food and drink, the clerk tells the driver the total. "$6.43."

The driver takes out his wallet and gives him his debit card. The clerk goes to the card reader and swipes it.

"That's a sweet ride you got out there, partner." The clerk continued. "Where did you get that?"

"...I won it from a friend." The driver softly spoke.

"How?"

"...He was...holding an auction as he was selling his old stuff that he did not want anymore."

"So...that car out there is old? It looks brand new to me."

"He was very serious about it. He kept it...in his garage for years because it meant a lot to him. He barely drives it."

"...I see. Would you like a receipt, sir?"
The driver nods in response and he gets his receipt and his stuff in a paper bag from the clerk. He exits the store and heads back to his car. After finishing his last customer for tonight, the clerk goes back to watch the news. After the commercial break, KU7X came back on with the anchor Brian returning.

"Welcome back." Brian spoke on the TV. "We have more Breaking News to report in LA as the mysterious disappearance of Williams Sparks, the president and owner of Calypso Industries, continues to baffle police..."

The clerk continues to watch in silence as this report seems interesting. The show then cuts to a black and white security camera showing a parking garage with a letter C at the bottom right corner, date and time of the footage was taken. The clerk recognizes the C as the logo for Calypso Industries as all people in LA know that.

Brian continued. "We just received during commercial break from a security guard at Calypso Industries that he has security footage from a camera that shows one of William Sparks' prized vehicle, a red Ferrari Enzo, driving out of the garage of Calypso Industries. The footage clearly shows a man, appearing to be in his 20s with a baseball cap and leather jacket entering the vehicle and exiting outside of the building. The problem is for police: no one knows how this man got inside the garage as it was safely secured after 8 weeks ago, Calypso Industries was broken into with a man stealing one of William Sparks' prized rings for Twisted Metal. Police believe that this might be same exact man that stole the ring as 8 weeks ago the suspect was last seen driving a yellow 5th Generation Ford Mustang that belongs to Twisted Metal winner Senshi Daniels, who calls his car Death Warrant. If you have anymore information about this case, please call your local authorities."

The clerk had his jaw dropped and was shocked on what he just heard and seen. The red Ferrari Enzo was the same one he saw minutes ago...and he just met the driver. He didn't get from a friend! He stole it! These words ran through his head as he grabbed his phone and dialed 911.

"911, what's your emergency?" a female operator said at the other end of the phone."

"I NEED THE POLICE!" The clerk frantically said.

On the expressway of Los Angeles, the driver of the red Ferrari Enzo drove casually as he enters the city with thoughts running through his head.

Senshi's Narration:

I knew I shouldn't lied to that gas station attendant. I didn't win this car from a friend. I stole it! I took it from William Sparks, aka Calypso. However, I only took it for a good reason: he took away something from me that meant a lot to me in my life. So what did I do? I returned the favor.

It happened a year ago, my sister Stacey and I were weekend stock car drivers. We love to race for money and end up winning 2nd or 1st place on some occasions. I had a dream that I wanted to be a NASCAR driver while my sister dreamed to live in the south and own a horse ranch. There, she can raise and sell all types of horses and even have them compete in races once she retires from stock car racing. That is until one day...he showed up: William Sparks! He met my sister one day at a race when I was away with a flu and he told her about this tournament that he ran called Twisted Metal. If Stacey won, Calypso would give her what she wants and he guaranteed it.

She came home one day and told me about Twisted Metal, in which drivers in different vehicles shoot and kill everyone around Los Angeles for a grand prize. I feared for Stacey's safety but she was willing to do it and I had faith in her so I let her go and let her do what she pleased.

Surprisingly, she won the tournament and texted me before she went to Calypso Industries that she's going to get her prize and that she loved me for supporting her on her victory...

That was the last time I heard from her...

Two days later...I lost contact with her.

I called friends, family, and even police about this...but they couldn't find her. I asked William Sparks...but he said he knows nothing...however...I knew something that Sparks was not telling me...I forced him to spill the beans...I even threatened Calypso about the police getting involved in this...the problem is: Calypso owns the police...and any attempt for an arrest or a search warrant...was not going to happen due to the lack of evidence.

I was pissed off about this until Calypso told me that if I entered next year's Twisted Metal and won it, he'll tell me about Stacey. Through sweat, blood, and tears in my Ford Mustang, which I modified with the latest weapons that I can afford...and I gave it the name Death Warrant, I survived the tournament and I demanded Calypso for my prize: I want to know about Stacey.

His response: Stacey's alive!

And that was it...

However, that was not what I asked for! Right before I tried to interrogate him, his security guards took me away and I couldn't get the information that I wanted.

Until that night, I took something from him...and thus...began a whole new adventure for me. How my life changed...on how I found out the truth on Stacey...and how Calypso turned a once peaceful, colorful, and happy place...into hell.

I would never forget that day on what happened when I stole that ring...

and I ended up in that place...that...happy...joyful...colorful place...

...Equestria...

My name is Senshi Daniels...

and this...is my story...

Twisted Friendship: A MLP story