~Prologue~

It was a calm day as the wind blew through the trees. The birds were singing their songs as they settled on the branches. The many small critters foraged on the ground looking for food. All was quiet and peaceful. Until a strange sound came into the forest. The animals stopped their foraging and the birds became silent as they listened to this mysterious sound.

As it came closer, the animals scampered as quickly as they came in fear of what it may be. It was loud and deep. Almost like a rumble as it came close and came fast.

On a small dirt trail was a machine made of metal. It rumbled loudly as it's rider twisted the throttle to go faster which in turn the machine did. And this rider was a 22 year old well-fit boy, with tan skin and dirty brown hair.

This boy was also wearing muddy tan boots, dirty jeans along with a white shirt, a black and red leather jacket, and underneath this jacket was a brown shoulder gun holster with a M92FS and one magazine in it.

The boy ducked his head as he heard gunshots behind him and just in time as bullets came past him in the dirt which only encouraged him to go faster. The young lad winced as he heard gunshots directly behind him and turned his head to his passenger.

“If you wanted a damn gun why didn’t you ask for the one that wouldn't blow out my ear!” He shouted as he quickly turned his attention to the small trail. His passenger held on tight as he made a swerve around rocks and in turn fired more bullets to their chasers.

“Well I’m sorry, I didn't have enough time to when they just barged into that bar we were at!” The passenger with a feminine voice shouted sarcastically. She yelped when more bullets whizzed by their heads.

The young man shook his head as he quickly looked back to his friend. And she was no ordinary friend. She was a anthropomorphic pony with red fur and a long, messy, two-shaded blond mane. She was wearing tan cargo shorts, with a black tank-top. On her hip, was a tattoo of a map which was covered by her shorts.

In this pony's hand was a Wes-44 with only two bullets left in its chamber. She held on tight as the man turned the bike out of the small trail and into a much bigger dirt road with their pursuers not far behind.

The man twisted the throttle again in hope that the bike would go faster but for naught as the vehicles behind them began to catch up. As he kept driving he heard his friend sigh in annoyance.

“James, why in the whole world of Equestria did you teach that stallion about motor vehicles?! Because I can say right now that it wasn't the best of ideas!” She said as her gold eyes looked to him and then to the pursuers.

The boy grunted at the annoyance of the pursuers and at the question that he had heard a hundred times. Looking left and right, he quickly pulled out his gun and fired four shots at a vehicle that was coming to ram his bike. The three shots hit the metal but the fourth struck true as the vehicle's right front tire became flat making it turn out of control and hit a tree. The boy holstered his weapon as he continued on driving.

“Like I've said a hundred times before and like I'm going to say a hundred times more, I wasn't expecting him to turn on us! Besides,” before he finished he turned his bike towards a vehicle that got to close for comfort and kicked at its rim above the tire, which in turn made it fall apart and fall onto a poor excuse for a tire stopping it in its tracks. The boy named James turned away from the vehicle as it swerved to the left and flipped on its side, “these sorry excuse of cars are easy to fall apart!”

The mare huffed as she looked at the other four, vehicles, that pursued her and her friend. She took the revolver and put it in James's right leg holster and hung on tight as he drove on.

James felt his friend hang on tightly and continued on driving as fast as he could to get away. Eventually he heard a different engine and the sound of metal hitting metal. James smirked as he knew who was following behind him. True to his thoughts, a bigger and better built truck came to his side. The driver looked to the road and then to James with a smug grin of his own.

“You still like that bike of yours Jimmy?!” The driver said in an old, gruff voice. This guy however was not a pony, but a griffon. This griffon was wearing green cargo pants with an old red shirt. He had dark grey fur all over his body except his arms which were dark yellow talons while his head was covered in old grey feathers. He had a long, fat beak which had some hairs growing out that made it look like a gruff looking mustache. The griffons blue eyes traveled to the back of the truck which was covered by a tarp and then to his two friends.

James chuckled a little bit as he stayed close to the truck which was proven a threat to the other vehicles. “Not as much as you like those cigars Bugs!”

The old griffon chuckled with which was indeed a cigar in his beak. He the looked back again and opened a large window behind him. “Well I've got your friends here and they want to say a few things to you!”

Right on cue, a rainbow mane poked out of the window followed by cyan head which looked to him with angry magenta eyes. “What the heck James?! I thought you said we would be safe there!” The cyan pony said in a feminine yet raspy voice.

The boy looked to his other friend with narrowed eyes and shrugged his shoulders. “What the hell do you think I am?! A psychic?! I can't predict when they would show up!”

The cyan pony opened her mouth to say something else but was then pulled back into the truck and was replaced with a pink mane and a pink head that looked to James with baby blue eyes and a wide smile.

“Hi Jimmy!”

The boy rolled his eyes at this one but smiled nonetheless. “Hey there Pinkster, what's shaken?!”

The pink pony shrugged her shoulders that somewhat stood out of the window. “Milkshakes!”

Her answer cause James to laugh but was cut short by more shots that bounced off the large truck. The pink pony in the window then looked behind her and then back at the boy on the bike. “Hey, Twilight wants to know if you need any help?”

James looked at his friend and shook his head. “Who?! Me?! Nah, I've got this completely under control!”

The griffon named Bugs looked ahead of him then slowly turned his head. “You sure you got this?!”

James nodded his head. “Most definitely!”

Bugs shook his head. “Well I sure hope so because we seem to be running out of road kid!”

The man looked to Bugs who only gestured his head to the front of them and looked ahead to see that indeed, there was no more road. Instead there was a cliff drop. James whispered a swear word and looked around for another way out. Realization was shown in his green eyes as he looked to Bugs.

“Didn't you say there was a river at some of these cliffs?!” He shouted.

Bugs raised an eyebrow as he moved the cigar to the other side of his beak. “Yeeaah, why do you want to know?”

James throttled the bike to pick up speed and gestured his head to the left side of the dirt road. “There's a trail that will lead you to the bottom! Go there and we'll meet ya! Most of these guys are after me, so only a few will go after you!”

The griffon’s eyes then budged out as he used a talon to adjust the cigar that nearly fell out of his mouth. “Are you crazy kid?! You don't even know if there is a river at the bottom!”

The boy then gestured to the mare behind him. “Exactly why she is my passenger! Now get moving before you miss your turn!”

Bugs looked to James, obviously contemplating if he should turn or not. He bit down on his cigar and shook his head. “You better hope to hell you know what you're doing kid!” With that he turned down the road he was told with two cars going after him.

James narrowed his eyes as he made the bike go top speed towards the cliff. The mare behind him looked at the cliff with unsureness and looked towards James as her ears went down. “You do know what you're doing right?”

The boy sighed as he kept the bike going. “I hope so.” With that he kept course as the vehicles came closer. When they were a few feet away he looked to his passenger.

“Ready?”

She looked to him with uneasiness in her eyes but nodded her head. “Yeah, I'm ready.”

He nodded back as he looked to the cliff again and began to count down in his head.

Three

He kept full speed as it came closer.

Two

James saw the vehicles stop and felt his friend hold tight as she prepared for the drop that was coming.

One

Where there was once ground, there was now nothing as the bike went off the cliff, taking the two friends with it as they screamed the way down to the bottom.

Author's Note

What do you guys think? Seem interesting?

....hmm, probably should do a Nathan Drake fanfic since that's what most people go for and what most are wanting....

*silently goes to desk and gets note-to-self book*

....note-to-self, make Nathan Drake fanfic