Will grew up being a privileged brat, always acting like a show-off. He liked to go around and brag that his father was working on the future. Its name was Delta, a small software company that his father started when he was young. Immediately his childhood friends would imagine robots and futuristic shows they would watch on TV. Flying cars, and talking machines, where thought to be coming due to this new found technology. The personal computer, which was now becoming available to the general public. Someday that company would make some of the first operating systems and contribute to the worldwide rush for computers. Will would tell anyone about it, and it was the coolest thing being that it was the 1980's. Never did he know where that plan went, and what his life was like now. Everything started with a warehouse, a warehouse on a riverfront, which was his home.
He hated it when he was a foal. It was musty and usually cold, one of the cons of having a father that was a programmer. Will always watched him work and never understood what he was doing. All day, almost every day, his father was busy. The warehouse made a good home for a college dropout, and now that his father was gone, it was all left to him. Will was lucky enough that the place usually stayed cool during the summer, but in the winter, the heat was just warm enough to keep the pipes from freezing. There was a arrangement of a fridge, stove, and a counter in the corner, and also a living area with a couch, rug and television. The rest, well was actually history. His fathers work laid all around, with desks and all kinds of junk he owned. For a bedroom, he had a lobby area, that was fortunate enough to have rug. The one thing that kept him there, instead of moving into a cheap apartment in New Jersey, was the garage. The warehouse was equipped with one, and at night, it had the greatest view of Manehattan and its bridge. It was still no place to raise a child.
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Will walked out of a bar. It was late at night, maybe around 2 o'clock in the morning. After doing his usual routine, of sitting in the bar and having a pint, he sat down on his noble, metal, steed. It was a Ducati Sport 1000, a legendary piece of transportation, that Will bought, knowing he couldn't afford it. With a kick of his back hoof the engine immediately roared to life, lower to a hum once the engine had warmed up. After putting his helmet on, his bike screeched, as it flew forward, out of the parking lot. As Will sped off he noticed the streets were almost empty. There was a car here and there as he made his way towards the Manhattan bridge, but he was able to easily swerve between them. As he watched his speed climb Will looked up at his destination, the blinking lights of the city skyscrapers. They all had red strobe lights on top that gently blinked every few seconds. The air was cool and brisk, prefect for a relaxing midnight ride. Will felt the sudden change of asphalt as the bridge ended. His bike came to a halt at a stop light. He stretched his wings out, feeling the breeze between his feathers, before looking back forward at the red-light.
"Turn already..." Will groaned, anxious to take off again. The short red light finally went back to green, and he continued riding. He had plenty things on mind. Sadly, the thrill of flying down the asphalt roads, didn't have the same feeling anymore. Now Will had too much on his mind, and it shouldn't have been that way at the age of 23. Most stallions his age were still being free and living life, and he had much more on his mind. Like the plan, and Anna at home, with his child. He wondered if what he was planning on doing was even right. Will's father was always telling him about trying to do the right thing. The man was wise, but why did the right thing feel so hard right now?
"It’s either watch my son grow up in that dump, or in a expensive home that could possibly come from 'The Plan'. I don't understand why life has to be this way Dad." Will sighed, finding out he was talking to himself. When his ride came to end, which was when he hit the end of the street, Will turned his bike around and headed back home. Lifting his visor and looking up at the stars, and tall buildings. His motor hummed, and was the only sound in the streets, as everyone seemed to be at home with their loved ones. New York was still a city that never sleeped, so some loners like him were out, and Taxi's still drove about. On weekend nights, the streets were noticeably more crowded. Tonight though, it was a weekday, fall evening. Fillies and colts slept in their beds awaiting another day of school, while mares and stallions slept awaiting for their jobs. Will slept, awaiting not much of anything, other then working on a few motorcycles in the day, and coming out at night. Other then this time being alone, he stayed with his beautiful girlfriend, who would be awaiting him. Like every night, she would be on the couch when the garage opened.
"I'll be home soon"
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This night was no different then most it made him more depressed then he already was. With the latest events he felt useless, and without a job, he felt worthless. Will turned into his driveway, which was just a really long road down to the rivers level. It was where his home was. The stallions bike quickly became silent, other then a few clicks, as he turned it off. The pegasus turned, taking one final look over the city, like every night. Will put in a code, that made the garage open up, letting the light inside leak out. The old warehouse didn't look like anyone was living in it, other then the dim light that came out its high windows. His sweet mare stood up, and he smiled as he saw Anna’s shadow.
"Where have you been?" she calmly asked.
"The same place I am every night"
The mare let out a sigh before replying, settling herself back down on the couch. In her condition, she was often exhausted. She would take naps a lot, and stay up all night.
"I-I worry about you Will..." her sweet voice whispered.
"Not as worried as I am about you... You shouldn't be worrying about me, you should be worrying about yourself and him." Will took his helmet off and rolled his shining bike into a reserved spot, far away from their house items, but near his other crap motorcycles he was trying to fix up.
"No Will, you go out every late night and ride that bike, usually after having a couple drinks. Your days don't have much in them. I'm also afraid you are getting depressed"
"Me? Depressed.... No- No way" he quickly replied.
"Ever since you left Delta you have been very quiet. You haven't even been that interested in the baby" Anna looked down at herself.
"Anna... of course I am interested in the baby. I love him very much... it is just a rough spot, I will get through it" Will awkwardly chuckled, while sitting on the couch beside her.
"Have you come up with a name yet?"
"It will come to me, I still have to think that through. I also have to think of a place for the little sport to sleep" turning left and right.” Will quickly looked around, trying to find a place where his unborn child could sleep. It would probably end with him sleeping in their small room. This is another reason he wanted to carry out "The Plan".
"It has been 8 months sweet heart, and we haven't done any of that?"
Will chuckled again as he covered his face. It was a little sad that he hadn't been paying attention to his son. That, and when he was going to propose to the mare beside him. Her stomach was round, showing that she was obviously pregnant. The extra weight looked odd on her small frame.
"I am going to be honest Anna, but I have just had a lot of things on my mind. I have been planning something and I guess I do feel kind of... well depressed. I am sure I will be better when the time comes, but I just want to know how you are feeling." both of them stared out at the great view from the couch. Their eyes both drifted at the same time to hear the calm sound of the river, and look at the lights in the distance, Anna put her head against him.
"I am fine, I have been craving, and eating a lot, but that is usual. I just hope you are okay. You aren't getting in any trouble with this 'thing' you are planning right?" She sighed, breathing out.
"No-"
"Will... Tell me the truth," Anna immediately cut him off. Being a extremely intelligent mare it wasn't uncommon for her to figure out he was lying before he even finished the sentence. The plan was important, and it wasn't going to be ruined. He had to lie to her, but it was to help her.
"Of course not Annabelle" Will said, as stern as possible. He used her full name, and that always seemed to cheer her up.
"Oh... you silly stallion. You know I don't like it when you use that name William." Anna smiled.
"Back at you" Will giggled, he came in and kissed her. He gently put his hand around her golden mane, and hugged her tightly. The mares body was cold, and her coat was not as nice of a sheen or as smooth as it used to be. It was all things that the pregnancy had seemed to have been doing to her. It was really Will's fault, and he would get the heat later for doing this to her. "You know I have stages."
"Well... This one is a little different. Just think about the little pegasus you get to teach to fly, and play sports... and even ride a motorcycle someday. That will make you happy when you're down."
"Woah, totally forgot about that. You think the little guy will be into bikes? I'm surprised you aren't nervous about me teaching him how to ride" Will snuggled up against her, putting his back hooves up on the couch and looking out at the skyline.
"Anything that will make you two bond. He already is a boy, and a pegasus, it looks like he is turning out to be a lot like you already" Anna breathed in and out slowly, Will put his head up to her chest, and heard her lung fill and release, and a calm heart beat. Everything about her was calm, and laid back. Will loved her more then anything, and was upset that he hadn't had the time to think about a proposal or his son.
"We will bond. Do you think I will ignore the kid?"
"Of coarse not... I just want you two to be close. I will be mom, and I am sure the little colt will learn quickly that dad is all fun, but mom is really the one who takes care of his little flank"
Will picked himself up. His phone vibrated in a pocket he had under his wing. Anna didn't seem to notice, but he got up quickly. This was the text, from his fellow rider, his partner. Speaking of the plan, and what he was preparing to execute it. Will felt bad for having to leave his wife, but he quickly came up with a reason to get her out of the way for the time being. Although the plan was bad, it wouldn't effect Anna, only help her.
"How about you head into bed, baby. You are really cold, and I don't want you to get sick"
"I was waiting for you... The same as every night. I just better see you come in soon, the bed stays cold when we aren't in it together" Anna replied, slowly getting up as he helped her.
"I will be there..." Will replied.
Anna trotted into the room and the door shut. Will sat and watched it latch, so he could be alone. He quickly started the procedure, shutting the garage door, and making sure he was in a part of the warehouse where he wouldn't be seen if Anna unexpectedly came out. Will walked over to the bikes in the garage. His collection consisted of two beaten BMW's and a Harley, that were all just fix ups to keep him busy. He trotted over to his Ducati a couple feet away from the other 3 motorcycles leaned up against each other. The pegasus sighed as he pulled out his phone.
Do you still have that weapon? It may be a good idea to have some form of protection The text lit up on the blue screen of his flip phone. The contact read "Wick". He quickly clicked in with his hooves a reply.
"Yeah, it is on my bike. I am probably not going to use it, but I will make sure I have a couple of rounds" Will let out a deep breath. The thought that he could possibly shoot someone was horrible. Will quietly went over to his Ducati, that clicked every few seconds from being recently run. Gently putting his hoof over a side bag, he opened the lock on it and looked inside. Pulling out a fair sized, black box, and putting it on a table beside him.
A light above him flickered on as Will flipped a switch. The light hummed to life as he opened the buckles on the side of the box. The case opened and inside was a 10mm SMG with two magazines and a box of bullets. Will pulled the weapon out of its box and put it on the other side of the table. He then began slowly slipping a few bullets in each magazine.
Like every weekday morning, Will didn't want to get up. Having no responsibilities, he would sleep until 12 with Anna. Other then on weekends, this was the usual time he woke up. Sometimes very early in the morning, he would get another ride in, and when he came back, Anna would have breakfast for him. The way things were lately, Will found himself wanting to be alone most of the time. There was a group of friends he used to hang out with, one of them was somebody who was executing the plan with him. The more he thought about that plan, and Anna, the more he didn't want to do it, but the more he thought it was necessary.
Things changed for once, and Will was happy that it wasn't the usual bullshit. For some reason or another, he woke up at 10, and let out a long yawn. The stallion couldn't fall back asleep, so he rubbed Anna's mane and kissed her. The young mare yawned, turning and looking at him with her ocean blue eyes. She was always amazing him, even in the morning she was beautiful. The couple came closer, pushing their mussels together.
"Morning" Will yawned, after letting go.
"Morning... Little early, don't you think?"
"No, actually. This is when normal ponies get up, we are just extremely lazy" he got up, and stretched his wings.
"Well... Someones happy this morning" Anna smiled, getting up herself, and walking slowly over to her mirror. Will felt a some guilt when he looked over at her stomach.
"I wouldn't call it happy. I just woke up early. It is nice that things changed for one morning though, I am just sick of the same old shit"
"W-what do you mean by that?" The mare turned around and looked him in the eyes.
"Calm down... Not you, you're my only sunshine lately. I mean, the same shit where everything goes the same every morning. Nothing to do, and no purpose" he went into the bathroom, and did his business while Anna came in behind him. They were pretty comfortable with each other, and didn't mind doing their daily works while talking. Will sighed, looking around at the dirty tiles of the bathroom.
"Oh, you will have purpose soon enough sweetheart. Pretty soon you will be a dad Will, you should be excited. Something is bothering you, I can tell. Is something going on?"
"No Anna..."
"You mention you had something to do"
"Nothing Annabelle" Will sighed. He knew he was acting suspicious.
"Does it have to do with that machine gun on the table?" Will's ears pointed up. He hadn't left the gun out did he? How could he! Maybe it was the couple of drinks he had, that probably threw him off, and made him totally forget that he had a fully loaded SMG on the table. Anna knew it existed, but never thought he would use it. Will was going to have a foal soon, and he was leaving automatic weapons in reach?
"Uh..."
"Will... You know I don't ever get mad"
It was a hard decision. Will got up and began brushing his teeth, trying to avoid the question. Anna did aswell, giving him a strong look that made him cringe. She was never mad at him, probably because all she wanted to do is please him. Even when she would have mood swings, they would never be aimed at him. Will sometimes would be unlucky and Anna would snap on him, when he totally deserved it. The stallion turned away, as the taste of toothpaste tingled in his mouth, and he moaned at the dirty bathroom. This just reminded him of how bad this place really was.
"I-I-I.... I can't do it Anna. Maybe I will be soon, but it is for the better. I'm sorry, but I just can't"
"You... aren't cheating on me right-" Anna said, with a very serious look, as she finished brushing.
"I would never Annabelle, no way" he said "Nothing like that. Nothing that will harm you, just something I feel bad about. It's with Delta, nothing that will effect you or him. Actually it may help us" Will finished as they hugged eachother.
"Just be careful Will, don't get angry over that stupid company" Anna hesitated, holding Will tight in her arms before asking the next question "But what is the gun for?"
"I was drunk last night. I have no idea"
Anna sighed, knowing that he was probably lying. Any other mare would probably press their stallion until they spilled the beans. But she didn't want to cause any fighting, let alone even want to know what was going on. Everything had to be perfect for her child, and Will was wise right? He seemed to keep himself out of trouble, and did the right think. Anna didn't worry about it. He would never harm another pony. "Alright sweetheart. Do you have any plans for today? I can make you breakfast?"
"I'm fine" Will realized his phone viberated. He remembered that the night before, he mentioned something about meeting up to discuss the plan. "Well... I was going to run out- to, erm.. get some bike parts. Uh, I can get you breakfast!"
"Sounds good" Anna smiled. "Ignore it" she thought.
"I know what you like. Eggs, fried daisy, and cheese right? On a everything beagle?"
"Yep, sounds good. Just... be careful. Take the truck" She tossed Will the keys. "And how about you actually think about heading out somewhere to buy a car seat? The kid is going a need a way back from the hospital"
"Yeah, yeah. I will look into it" Will rolled his eyes, heading out the door.
Race cars, dragsters, street racers, none of that stuff really interested Will. Those fast cars weren't as awesome as a fast ride on a motorcycle. So when it came to taking the crappy SUV they had, he hated it. It was orginally Anna's and the stallion tried multible times to sell it for the extra money. She always insisted, and then she got pregnant. There was no possible way to transport a newborn on a motorcycle. It was bad parenting, and it was his excuse. Will told her they would get a car when they had a foal, and that was exactly what happened a month later. The pegasus sighed, hopping into the thing. It was a black, Chevy Tahoe, 2002 model. It actually was a fairly nice car, just Will found reasons to hate it.
As he pulled out of the parking space they had set up behind he building, Will turned on the radio. Hoping to find some rock, or anything to take him out of his tired stage, the stallion clicked through the radio station. It was settled, with Coldhay, Clocks. A song that wasn't made to be depressing, but it made him depressed anyhow. What WIll should have been thinking about was the plan. It consisted of doing these to Delta, his fathers old company, that he regretted, but had to be done. It was a empire! The old man sold it, when he was diagnosed with a horrible disease. He could still remember it. When he was a young, innocent colt, in the same warehouse he lived in now. His eyes, sparkling with fear, confusion, and worst of all, the hope that it wasn't happening.
It was the same, damp, cold season; Fall. The warehouse looked a lot better, and Will swore that the city wasn't as bright then. His father, the tallest, smartest, and greatest stallion in the world, stood over his son, looking at a villian. That villian didn't have red eyes, 20 tentacles, guns, or sharp teeth, he had a business suit. A sharp smile, that could manipulate the minds of unknowing ponies. But this time, his father was defeated, and the smile wasn't what pushed him over the edge. To give up on his dreams, which Will supported, and watched in awe. It was fate. The fate that he had to catch a horrible disease that would kill him, and will didn't know that.
All you have to do is sign the paper
"No... no. Not right now" Will wiped his thoughts, turning on the radio, and trying to distract himself from the memory as he drove into the city.
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It was a good time to check his phone to figure out what Wick was doing. Will pulled over, in the parking lot of a Dunkin' Haynuts. The stallion pulled his flip phone out of the cup holder, with a flick of the wrist, it opened. He sighed, slipping through some emails, that were spam, trying to get to the message. The phone had a odd need to tell him every notification before he could actually get to what he wanted to. The same little blue "Blah blah Company wants you to try this shit product. Okay?". Finally the text that Wick sent popped up.
"Yo. Do you want to meet up? It looks like things are going down tonight. We both said today was phase one. You haven't forgot have you?" The blue text read. Will's ears shot up, and eyes narrowed. Of coarse tonight was phase one! How could he have forgotten! Well he had, and thought the was one more day until he attempted grand theft.
"Oh, coarse not. I'm going to have breakfast, then we can meet up around dusk. Sound good?" Will clicked in quickly
"Shit, you're up dude? Foal daddy usually sleeps in." came in a few minutes later, just as he was about to back out and get his food. The vibrating of his phone scared him as he sat for a minute.
"Yes. I'm up. Is the time good or not"
"Yeah... I guess it's fine man. Did you get your gun ready?" Another message read.
"I did, I don't know what the hell we are going to be shooting at" Will clicked in.
"Just for protection. Security I guess, but the thing is, I don't think we are the only geniuses with this plan. Delta is known for shitty security, the actual problem is others. If they have someone like you, they could steal the program instead"
"Nobody the same experience I do." Will pulled the car out, driving through to the drive-thru.
"You would be surprised. They would be armed too. These street gangs, man, they can be smart" Will read the message, before having to put the phone down and order.
"Well, I'm ready anyhow. I got to go man, we will meet this evening"
"Bye foal daddy"
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"What exactly will this paper do" Will's fathers looked down at the clipboard. The stallion facing him eyes burned red, when they looked at you, it felt like they could shoot lasers any minute. His smile showed evil. Maybe it was Will's imagination, but to this day, he didn't know why this stallion struck him as so evil.
"I told you multiple times Mr. Writ. It will hand over all your work to Delta, so that is can prosper in our hands. You gives us all rights, we take over, and the company is off your hands. As long as you still are part of the company, if that is your son, or any blood, you will still get credited and paid"
"I'm sorry, I am just worried, that is all" The old mans voice murmured. Will's small eyes looked up at his fathers. The same shade of blue, as he frowned at his little colt. Tears ran down Will's face. The buissness man stood waiting.
The pen reached down at the paper, as Will began to cry harder. He didn't exactly remember this part, but his father was about to sign the clipboard. The clipboard that would sell Delta to the menace it was now. The ponies that made it a empire, and one that was ran by greed. They only ever cared about money, and evil. Not wanting to make the world a better place for other, but for themselves. All Chris Writ's work, his fathers, to set up a better future. The flying cars, the talking machines, and all of this was going to be drained to be taken by the evil which was the corporate world.
Will watched, as fire came up from the paper. The paper went up in flames, as his father flew back and landed on his flank. He never had remembered this part, as the room became red, and the evil buissness man became bigger. Like a giant serpent, he now towered up over small Will, and his weak father, engulfed in flames.
MUHAHAHA DELTA IS ALL MINE! I WILL USE IT FOR EVIL! GREED! ITS ALL MINE NOW! ALL MINE!
No! No! The little colt yelped, as the face came closer to him, screaming for help as he was about to be consumed by the monster
NO!
Will woke up, and breathed heavily. He found himself under the Manehatten bridge in his SUV. He must of dosed off while waiting for Wick. It was all a nightmare, from back when he was just a young colt. When not only the dreams of his father were crushed, but so were his. The day that Delta died, and was sold to the menace.
