Twisted Friendship: An MLP story

Twisted Friendship: An MLP Story

Chapter 1: Home Raid

Senshi's Narration: My story began after I left the gas station. I was heading home to my apartment in West Los Angeles at Santa Monica Blvd. as I was tired and hungry from all this crap...

Senshi exits out of Nathan Shapnell Memorial Hwy and takes a right on a Wiishire Blvd. He drove straight down the road passing a few more streets until reaching an intersection that had Santa Monica Blvd on the left and drove down that way. Within minutes, the young man approached a brick plaza that had ten floors and an underground garage where the residents have this plaza have parked their cars. This plaza turns out to be Senshi's apartment as he drove into the garage and parked the Crimson Fury in a space that read APT. 232. He exits out of his car, took his bag of food with him, and locks the car up to prevent anyone from stealing it. He approaches the elevator adjacent to the stairs of the garage that leads to the apartment complex above. He pushes the 2nd floor button and up he went.

The second floor of the apartment mostly had studios while the rest above the fifth floor ranged from 2 to 3 bedrooms and the ones below the fifth had 1 to studio like apartments. For Senshi, he has been living here for about eleven years after he left his parents' home in Santa Monica when he graduated from SMHS. Senshi worked part-time at Autozone and some car repair center to help payoff the rent in the apartment and during the weekends and days off, he competed in Saturday Night Stock Car racing. His sister Stacey moved in two years later after she finished high school and soon took up on Stock Car racing as well when she seen her brother compete so many times that soon got her interested. While she wasn't racing on the weekends, she attended Cal Poly Pomona in Pomona, CA where she studies Equine Breeding. It was worth the thirty minute travel but she was happy to attend that school.

As of now, Senshi has the whole apartment to himself and things haven't been the same without Stacey around. He opened his apartment door, 232, and entered. It has been 8 weeks since he left and everything in his studio remained the same. The TV was a bit dusty, his bed was still fixed, his closet still had his clothes, laptop is still charged up but turned off, laundry still piled up, and the food in his kitchen and fridge all have tickets to the garbage as they had expired. He puts his bag of food down and notice his mail on the floor. They must've got inside his studio by his apartment manager. His mail consists of junk, coupons, and his past due payment of his rent. The stock driver sighed and set the mail down on his bed. He was about to grab a towel from his closet so he can take a bath when he heard a knock on his door. He approaches the door and opens it. In front of him was an 55-year-old woman with glasses and was eight inches short than Senshi. Her name is Ms. Paula and she was the apartment manager.

“MR. DANIELS!!!” She yelled. “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!?”

Senshi ponders for a second to come up with a lie. “I...uh...I was...on a road trip.”

“A ROAD TRIP?!? FOR 8 WEEKS?!?”

“Ms. Paula...I...er...I had an emergency and I...had to visit a friend in Nevad...”

“I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT! YOU ARE TWO MONTHS LATE IN PAYMENT AND I DEMAND THE MONEY NOW!”

“Ms. Paula, I just came back from my trip...and...I can give you the money tomorrow. I promise you.”

“YOU BETTER HAVE IT OR I'LL THROW YOU INTO THE STREETS WHERE THE RATS ROAM! GOT IT?!?”

“Ye...yes ma'am. I will...”

She grabs the door handle and shuts the door violently in front of Senshi. The stock car driver walks away from the door before muttering the word “bitch” and grabs his towel. He takes a hot, warm relaxing shower and slips onto his pajamas consisting of some sweat pants, a white v-neck shirt, and socks once he was done after ten minutes of bathing. Senshi grabs his bag of food and takes out the snacks he bought earlier. He begans to munch on them while watching TV on his bed.

Still feeling exhausted, Senshi gets up from his bed to turn on the A/C and go right back to it to catch some sleep. He pulls the comforter up and goes in while covering himself with the comforter to feel relaxed. He closes his eyes slowly and tries to drift off to sleep until he felt something was happening in the room. Sitting up, he notices something glowing underneath the pile of clothes he wore earlier sitting on his dresser. He gets out of bed and digs through his clothes to find out what is making all that glow. It turns out that the glow was coming out of from his left pocket in his pants. He reaches inside the pocket and pulls out the object that made the glow: a blue necklace with a white half-crescent moon. In his hands, Senshi rubbed the moon in small circles with his left thumb feeling the warm surface of it. He sighed is disappointment as he continued in rub it as a thought came to his head.

“Why did I have to leave you?.” Senshi said about someone in mind. “I wanted to stay...and...be there for you...even if we are different from one another.”

He stops his rubbing and places the moon necklace in the pocket of his sweat pants and drifts right back to sleep.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Someone was knocking on Senshi's door. Not to mention the knocking was extremely loud and forceful like someone begging and pleading to be let inside. The young man got up from his bed and let out a frustrated groan as he was about  to get some rest. He walks towards the door, thinking it could be Ms. Paula again.

He opens the door. “Ms. Paula, I told you that I will pay tomo...!”

“GET DOWN, MOTHERFUCKER!!!” A mysterious male yelled out with a gun and flashlight aiming at Senshi, blinding him with the bright light.

Suddenly, Senshi was tackled to the ground by another male wearing a police uniform while a second one provided assistance to the tackle by having Senshi pinned to the floor. Senshi struggles and tries to get himself free but the two police officers overpowered him and kept him from trying to escape. He can feel one of the officers slipping on metal handcuffs to his hands on his back while the officer's partner kept a gun pointed to his head. The two officers picked Senshi up from the ground and let him stand on his feet. The stock car driver was shocked and confused on why he's being handcuffed as he looks at the third officer that yelled at him.

“WHA...WH...WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON?!?” Senshi said with a tone of fear as to understand why this is happening to him.

“Are you Senshi L. Daniels?” The officer questioned.

“Ye..Yes!”

“You are under arrest for grand theft auto, trespassing, destruction of property, robbery,...and possible murder and disappearance of William Sparks!”

Senshi felt his heart sank to his feet on what he just heard.” WHA..WHA...WA...WHAT?!? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? I DID NOT KILL CALYPSO! YOU GOT THIS ALL WRO...”

“Get him out of here! Take him to Central Division as scheduled!”

“WAIT A MINUTE! WHAT ABOUT MY RIGHTS?!?”

“You want your rights? Here are your rights: you have the right to SHUT THE FUCK UP and come with us to the car!”

The two officers holding Senshi escorted him to the outside of the apartment while the third followed behind while informing the precinct via radio a Code 4, meaning that the arrest and capture was a success. Some of the residents inside the apartment woke up from their sleep and peered out their own doors in the hall to know what the commotion was about. What they witness was Senshi being taken away by three LAPD officers but are not certain on why. They shook it off and went straight back to bed but for whatever reason Senshi had done that led to his arrest, he somehow deserved it.

Outside, the stock car driver noticed five LAPD patrol cars surrounding the apartment complex and barricading the streets around the premise. He also witness a flatbed tow truck being hoisting away his Crimson Fury while fellow officers guided the tow truck driver where to find a route since the streets are closed thanks to them. The officers with Senshi took their suspect to one of the patrol units and one officer opened the door in the backseat. Senshi, still trying to figure out what's happening, cooperated with the LAPD and sat in the backseat with his hands behind his back. As soon as he was in, two officers out of the three that arrested him, enter the patrol car with one officer in the passenger seat and the other in the driver's seat.

“Hope you're going to enjoy this ride, scumbag!” The driver insulted Senshi. “Cause you're going to be at our officer for a long time!”

The driver starts the engine and all three riders left the apartment complex towards Central Division #1 of the LAPD.

Central Division #1. Located in the Downtown district of Los Angeles is best known as the main headquarters of the LAPD and by far the most busiest precinct in the city. Costing more than $400 million dollars to be built across from city hall, the building was a sight to behold among civilians around LA with it's 500,000 sq ft., 10 ft. story structure. It includes an auditorium, a restaurant for all officers and public; an underground garage for police cars, vans, guests, and trucks; a helipad, and a rooftop memorial. Though it may look peaceful on the outside, the inside is where it's just insane from everyone's experience once they go through the doors of the station.

Within forty minutes after the raid and driving, the patrol unit that had Senshi Daneils arrived at the station. The driver of the patrol car took the underground parking garage as his route. After passing a security checkpoint, the patrol unit drove inside the garage and travel down the garage's ramp to the lot. Inside the dim lit place, Senshi can see a few officers just hanging around talking to some of their partners while others were double checking their units for any sign of repairs. The driver pulls up to an empty space near the elevator that leads to the main floor of CD #1 and shuts off the engine.

“Let's go murderer.” The driver said to Senshi as his partner exits the vehicle.

The two LAPD cops head towards Senshi's side door and opened it. The two of them grabbed the stock car driver and escorts him to the elevator. Once inside, the driver pushes the 8th floor button and up the three of them went.

Senshi's Narration

I hate to say it...but the interior of the station looks like a shopping mall...where the dress code is black uniform and silver badges and the ones who aren't wearing any are ordered to wear cuffs. Damn, looking back at it, they know how to treat their prisoners the hard way. One guy holds you by the throat while his partner shoves his nightstick up your rectum as they escort you for questioning. Did I like it? Hell no! It was too painful to imagine that happening to me at that time.

They took me to get my mugshot for their own personal records. I should've smiled when I saw the flash but two pics of me with a dumbfounded look, mixed with confusion was good enough for their jailbird monthly. Next, they took me into one of their offices for finger printing. I should've asked then if I can finger paint them a message of me saying THIS IS BULLSHIT!, because back then I shouldn't deserve this. I deserve to be free from these cuffs that bruise my wrists and clear my name...somehow...from the incident that happened 8 weeks ago.

So after getting my picture and giving them my prints, it was time for the main event...

It's time for me to tell them everything...but I know for a fact...

After what I've experienced...

...they won't believe me!

I know they won't!

Two hours later after arriving at the station and going through a lot of paperwork, the two LAPD officers took Senshi to an interrogation room. The room was dimly lit with the only light source coming from an overhead lamp shining down on a wooden table. There were four blue steel chairs with two on each side of the table and a one-way mirror on the left side of the wall, which on the other side of the mirror is an additional room where LAPD officers and detectives can listen to the whole conversation and information that Senshi is willing to give. To make things even worse, not that the stock driver knows, is that the whole interrogation will be video taped for further evidence.

The driver, clutching on Senshi's right arm, took him to one of the chairs facing the one-way mirror.

“Sit down.” The driver spoke to the stock car driver.

Senshi, looking at him, tries to crack a joke to get the officer to laugh. “Don't I get a soda? Your prisoner needs a drink before he gets questions thrown at him and dry lips aren't gonna cut it.”

The driver was not in a good mood for a joke so he grabs the chair and shoves Senshi down on the cold metal steel. Senshi yelps a little in pain but shook it off. The driver's partner took Senshi's hand cuffs off and recuffs him again but this time locking his legs to the chair. The two officers were satisfied on their progress and began to walk out the door.

“You'll get your soda once the detectives arrive.” Said the cold hearted driver. “Until then, shut up and play with your fingers, you murdering asshole.”

Senshi, angered at the last sentence, tries to get up from the table but can't due to the cuffs. “YOU THINK I MURDERED CALPYSO?!? I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH IT!!!”

The two officers ignored Senshi and walked out the room, leaving him upset and confused. The young man just sat there in the room with thoughts running into his head about what is happening to him. He just came back to LA for rest and relaxation but ends up getting the police him for his involvement against Calypso.

Forty minutes later, two men dressed in tuxedos, one gray and the other blue, exited out of the 8th floor elevator and into the hallway where they meet the driver and his partner standing outside the interrogation room with the driver's partner holding a file containing information about Senshi.

“Good evening, Officer Lucas.” The detective in the gray suit said to the driver. “What's your report on this individual?”

“Well, Detective Cade.” Lucas replied. “We're still investigating on this case. Suspect's name is Senshi L. Daniels. Blood type O, age 24, Caucasian, 5ft 9inches, and approximately 165 lbs. He is a former Saturday Night Stock Car driver and currently the winner of this year's Twisted Metal. Mr. Daniels mysteriously disappeared 8 weeks ago while infiltrating Calypso Industries and stealing something very valuable from Mr. Willaims Sparks, or Calypso as he calls himself. Another strange thing about this case is that Calypso is also missing and Senshi Daniels is the only who knows about it.”

“How exactly did you guys find Mr. Daniels?” The detective in blue said.

Lucas partner spoke. “We found him in his apartment after getting a tip from a gas clerk, Detective Hoss. The clerk was watching the news about a break in at Calypso Industries hours prior before the clerk called the station. What's strange about it is that Calypso Industries was heavily guarded and somehow Mr. Daniels got inside and stole one of Mr. Sparks' prized cars the Crimson Fury. We're not sure how he did it but I guess he'll speak to you two about it.”

“Thank you, Officer Michaels.” Det. Cade said. “We'll take it from here.”

Officer Lucas and Michaels saluted to the detectives as a sign of respect. Michaels gives Det. Cade the file and the two officers walked away while both detectives entered the interrogation room. As they two guys in suits went in, the two LAPD officers entered the adjacent room where the one-way mirror is located and proceed to turn on the video camera to record the interrogation.

Inside the interrogation room, Senshi Daniels sat quietly as he saw two guys in suits entered. The one wearing a gray suit appears to be 40 year old thin white man with glasses while his partner in blue is an African American in his 20s with a mustache and average body. The old man sat in front of Senshi as his partner stood to the side.

“Good evening, Mr. Daniels.” Det. Cade said with a smile. “My name is Detective Lawerence Cade and this is my partner Detective Jerome Hoss. How are you doing tonight?”

“Tired and pissed off.” Senshi groaned. “Where's my Pepsi that I asked for?”

“You'll...get it soon but we have business to discuss. Now, the reason why you are here is that you have something to do with the disappearance of Mr. William Sparks. 8 weeks ago, you trespassed on private property, which of course is Calypso Industries, and stole something from Mr. Sparks. More so,  it's possible from the LAPD's stand point that you may have murdered Mr. Sparks aft...”

“I did not murder him! As for my disappearance, Calypso didn't vanish on his own. He vanished with me.”

“What exactly do you mean by that?”

“I”ll tell you if I can get my fucking Pepsi!”

“Mr. Daniels, we don't have time for...”

“Pepsi...or I keep my mouth shut!”

Detective Cade sighs and signals Detective Hoss to get a bottle of Pepsi from the Break Room down the hall. A minute later, Det. Hoss brought Senshi a Pepsi so the young stock car driver can calm down a bit from his frustration. Satisfied, Senshi grabs the bottle, opens it, and takes a sip.

“Now that you have your Pepsi, Mr. Daniels,” Det. Cade said. “Would you please cooperate with us now?”

Smacking his lips to taste the caffine, Senshi responded. “Yeah! So what do you want to know?”

“What exactly happened to you 8 weeks ago and what do you mean that Calpyso vanished with you?”

Senshi thought for a second and came up with a question of his own. “Let me ask you, detective. Throughout your career on the force, have you ever been skeptical on some of the stories that you heard from the ones you interrogated?”

“Umm...on some occasions.” Cade responded with a confused look on why he was questioned about that.

“Have you ever...try to believe such story...from all the stories you heard...that you had no choice but to send that poor man to Blackfield Asylum? Telling the staff in that place that the man inside that room...is crazy.”

“Uhh...not really...I mean...I...er...I believe in some of their stories but never had I sent them to Blackfield because of lies and perjury. That is the LAPD's job if they found the suspect guilty but my job is to dig inside their mind until I find the needle in the haystack. Look, Mr. Daniels, what are you trying to tell me?”

Senshi takes another sip of his Pepsi. “What I'm saying is...if I tell you my story and experience...are you going to be skeptical...or a believer? Cause what I'm about to tell you...did happened! If I was making it up, the cops would've suspected that I was high or drunk but honestly, I'm straight edge. From all this that just happened right now, with me coming back to Los Angeles and being arrested, I could've stayed where I was than this god awful city. I will forever miss...that wonderful...happiest place...in the universe.”

“Umm...Mr. Daniels, let me repeat the question one more time: What occurred 8 weeks ago with you and Calypso?”

“Fine, Detective. I'll tell you everything. It all started after I won Twisted Metal...”