(cue never again by Danko Jones)

(3 years before the events of Phoenix chapter five)

Location: crystal empire, department of Defence HQ

Time: 2:34 AM

Alarms rang out obnoxiously, the blur of the red lights flickering frightfully as ponies in service uniforms sprint towards a specific room.

The control room.

Inside this facility were dozens of computers with different functions, lining up neatly in rows similar to the Apollo control room. Communication was artful, the ones at their seats spoke to the pony on the other side of their headphones.

Prime example
The screens flashed red as the ponies began to panic even more.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!!” a stallion barked, wearing a higher-up uniform as he walked in through the doors from the back of the room. A stallion wearing a white formal top with an ID badge saying ‘intern’ turned his head to the officer and spoke first.

“M-major stone sir, someone is hacking into our systems!” the stallion stuttered from the sudden appearance of the major, panic pouring into his voice. The now-identifiedmajor looked back at the main screens for a second before leaning towards the panicking stallion's computer, putting a hand on the intern’s chair as the intern turned back to his computer.

“Who the hell is hacking us?” Major Stone asked the intern with a stern voice, the major clenching his jaw at this news. The crystal empire had some of the best cybersecurity in the world for the average citizen, never mind the military, whoever was hacking them must have some high-level tech, no one should be hacking into this mainframe this easily.

“That’s the thing, sir… We don’t know, everything was okay until about 30 minutes ago when the system alarm 82 was tripped.” the intern said, explaining to his superior as he furiously mashed his fingers on the keyboard.

The intern was a younger man, maybe about 23 around 5’8 in height with brunette hair and blue eyes, though bits of his coat were damp due to sweat.

The major, and imposing large stallion, who stood at 6’6” and was the perfect definition of a COMPLETE UNIT. His body was covered with muscle and battle-eternal scars, jet-black hair turning grey, and blue, and piercing eyes, glared at the intern.

“Alarm 82? What about the other 81 alarms? Why weren’t we warned earlier?” the major asked, with a hint of irritation and confusion. He wasn’t the best with tech but he knew enough to know there was some heavy-duty security if someone could hack them, these hackers were not to be taken lightly.

“I don’t know how sir, it says the alarms are active but looking further into it, the hacker must have found a way to send a fake active signal while still being able to disarm the alarms.” The intern said without stopping to fight off the cyberattack, chaos was breaking out, the lights began to spasm out and phones began ringing. What the hell? The hacker is hacking our phones too? There is no way one man can do this, this must be a group.

Major Stone stood up and looked at the pure utter chaos, it seemed like something that would come out of the God of Chao’s wet dreams. Computers were sparking and catching fire due to the sprinkler systems going off, and ponies began running around in a panic trying to find a way to stop the attack.

Stone himself, he had to stay calm under this bad situation. He leans back down to look at the screen in shock, he had only seen this kind of chaos on the battlefield.

He finally snapped out of his shock-induced paralysis, his head filled with a mixture of tension and powerlessness for what was about to come crashing down on him. In a voice filled with fear and dread, he asked.

“Can you trace his location?” The Major asked, hoping to be able to stop the hacker in an ambush. The intern stops for a moment before beginning to type again.

“I-i don’t know for sure but, wait, yes I can, he’s in Canterlot, no Ponyville, no Manehattan, no the Dragonlands… what! no… no… no… DAMN IT! How is this possible” The intern shot up in a jolt, causing the major to recoil back in shock before questioning the intern.

“What’s wrong? Did you find them?” The major asked in a baffled voice while looking at the intern in confusion. The intern was putting his hands on the back of his head, he took a deep breath and slowly dragged his left hand over his head.

“No, not even close, he’s bouncing his signal everywhere, every IP address on the fucking planet! No one should be this good, it’s… Godlike!” The intern said, freaking the fuck out by this phenomenon. No one could blame him, it was pure chaos in the HQ, and he couldn’t do anything about it.

Major Stone spoke up.

“Do we know what they're trying to get?” he asked, wanting answers as he came closer to the screen.

The intern went to his computer and began searching the data banks. Seconds felt like years as he typed violently before he finally gave them an answer. At this point, a small crowd had gathered around the intern's desk.

“Umm, blueprints for the castle, guard routines, security camera locations, everything like that…… sir, this doens’t seem like a random attack,” the intern turned to the major,” I think whoever is hacking us is planning a heist on the crystal heart, sir,” the intern said with a look of horror.

Major Stone started panicking.

“Get me Shinning Armor on the line… NOW!!!” the major order as another intern rushed to the phone.

“The phone lines are dead, what’s happening?!” the other Intern screamed

The major took the phone and threw it on the ground in anger, confusion and stress, he was panting and sweating hard, never in his life had he seen such bullshit.

“This motherfucker is toying with us…” Stone said

The intern spoke up.

“Sir the hacker’s jammed all signals except the ok signal from getting in and out of the place” he explained to the now frustrated Major before going back to his computer “Oh no.”

The intern then spoke in a panicky voice. The major looked towards the intern in fear.

“What is it?” the Major asked, worry seasoning his voice ripping his necktie off to allow air to get to his chest.

The intern spoke with pure terror in his voice.

“The download’s starting, he’s taking everything!” the intern yelled out in panic

“I’m putting the download progress on the main screens now” he pressed a few buttons until the large screens at end of the room lit up with “download progress”.

Pure utter chaos broke out as ponies ran to different sections of the room trying to figure out what to do, this was no longer a job for them, the safety of everything they cared about was at stake.

The ones at the computer typed away try to counter the hacker, and put up code walls. At first, they thought all of them working together would be enough until…., a barrage of code came in, this stumped them, even though they all worked together they couldn’t even come close to the speed and quality of code the hacker was pouring out, in a matter of seconds the hacker did what an entire group of coders could do in a week and more.

“WE CAN’T STOP THEM!” a mare at a desk yelled out, at this point, the download was at 90% and quickly rising.

Major Stone looked around and saw a fire axe and had an idea. He asked a question.

“Where are the power lines?” he asked while rushing to the fire axe’s case. He punched the glass, blood splattered out of his knuckle, but he didn’t care.

The intern turned to the major and pointed outside the doors.

“They are just outside the room, what are you planning to-” the intern wasn’t able to finish before the major was already at the power cables, he started chopping them, as the percentage rose he kept chopping and chopping, and just as the screens said 99%, he cut through, and the power went out.

The room went quiet as it was covered in darkness.

The intern spoke up “D-did we do it, did we stop them” he said, hope filling his voice, until the screen flickered to life, and glitch out til they display a message saying, download complete, along with a symbol.

The intern stood in shock before he spoke, with fear in his voice.

“I-its the fox!” the intern yelled out, the major looked at him, turned around and said one thing.

“I’m going to lose my job.”

ELSEWHERE

Location: manehattan
Time: 2:54

In a dark room in an apartment in manehattan a computer screen partiallylights the room, a unicorn stallion wearing a black hoodie can be seen sitting in a chair stretching his finger out above him as he let’s out a big sigh before speaking.

“Welp, that’s another job done, got a bit rough at the end though better inform the client about that as well.” the stallion's voice was young yet mature placing him at about sixteen years old, the stallion pulled out a smartphone and dialled in a number. He put the phone put to his ear and listened as the phone dialed.

(beep beep) (beep beep)

This continued four times until….

(click) “Hello, how may I help you?” a deep and sophisticated male voice said.

The stallion answered him.

“It’s business, switch over to a private line” The stallion said

There was a click before the same male voice returned, now having lost its cheery tone.

“So, did you get what I asked for,Fox ?” Tirek spoke as “Fox” began to explain

“I got everything you wanted and I’m sending it to you. Now, I know we agreed to privacy and secrecy, but, I feel like there is something you are not telling me… sir…” said Fox

“Interested all of a sudden, well, that can only mean that there were complications,” said the voice

“I underestimated their security, tripped an alarm, I cut their coms so they won’t be able to get word to the royals til about 10 AM… it seems to me like you are planning on much more than you led on,” said Fox

The voice replied with a laugh.

“Ha so much for the ‘world's best hacker…’” The voice mocked Fox as he laughed.

Fox didn’t like this client, but he pays good money and he knew he had to tolerate whoever this was… there was only one thing he was 50% sure of… this wasn’t a regular client.

“If you want me to help you, you need to give me factual information of what you need me to get you, that way incidents, like today don’t happen,” Fox said as he heard the voice laugh again.

“Listen, kid, it is best that you stick to what you know, if not, well… this conversation is over, and I will go and request the help of the “REAL” best hacker in the world,” said the voice

“I am the best, any other hacker would have been caught, traced, and either killed or arrested and then executed, you wanted the best, you got the best, now, my money?” Fox said with an annoyed tone, he wasn’t a push over, supervillain or not he’d get his due pay, one way….

Or another.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t get your panties in a bunch, I’m wiring you the money now, 140 million in cold untraceable cash” The voice said pissed at how the fox had treated him, but even he had to admit the kid was beyond good, he was Godly, he knew his way around the streets, he wasn’t someone to mess with lightly, even he knew that a war with The Fox would be costly and the war that could do what the heroes and government were to weak to do, punch in his ticket.

When he first came across The Fox he looked down on him, and tried to make him give him his services for free. the fox wouldn’t take it, his intimidation attempts only made the Fox angry, and in one swift move, before he had even realized it, half of his most sentitive information had been “stolen”, “deleted” or leaked, he had to pay the Fox $50 million only to make him fix this. From that day on, he knew, never mess with “The Fox”.

After receiving the transfer, Fox spoke up with a curious tone.

“I know that it’s any of my business but what are you going to do with this stuff, it almost seems like you're going to attack the Crystal Empire? Added to that fact that the last job you asked me to give you prime information about Warltonwood fort…” Fox said, he didn’t really care but it’d be nice to know.

“It is best you don’t know, and don’t even think about hacking around or whatever… it is none of your business hacker,” the voice said as he hung up the call

“Motherfucker, now he piqued my interest” Fox said with a flat voice a he rolled his chair away from his table.

“I could go looking around, but… Nah,”

Fox didn’t think much of it really, he stood up and walked to his light switch, the room was then engulfed by a brilliant bright light blinding him as his eyes weren’t ready for the flash bang called a light switch, after about 30 seconds

he slowly started to open his eyes, constantly blinking, he looked to the left of the light switch towards the door of his room, noticing that there was no light coming in from the hallway, meaning everyone was asleep

He turned and looked around the room, it wasn’t a big room at all, rather small actually, but he didn’t care, it was enough to see, his set-up, it looked like a standard gaming set-up, and while he indeed did game on it, he also used it to hack people all over the globe, do jobs to hack into places and steal information, this was how he got money or satiated his thirst for Conspiracy Theories.

He transferred most of the money to an offshore account. If he were to suddenly get millions of dollars not only would his family question where he got the money, the government would get suspicious, and if his time being a hacker taught him anything, he wanted to get as little attention as possible.

Another way he earned some cash, was by being a Dj, he wasn’t extremely popular, mostly due to the fact he hid his face behind a mask, but, he was able to gain a large following, which helped him explain some of the amounts that he kept in his personal account to his parents,

He first started officially three years ago, but really, he’s been doing it for 6, just three years ago he finally started gaining traction, when he got an offer from a well-known hacker organisation. They wanted to test him, see if he was capable of joining their ranks.

They wanted him to hack into the government database, and install a back door, but there was a catch, he had to break into the offices and do it from within the building.

while most would back down, he didn’t, it took him 3 hours, but he did it, he infiltrated the government offices, installed the back door, and ran… he almost got caught by the police that day.

At some point he realized that a silent alarm had been tripped and the police arrived earlier than expected, it was only thanks to the face mask he was wearing that the police did not recognize him completely.

He was able to run but they were hot on his tail, luckily he was able to dump his clothes and throw himself into a wall, making him look like a victim getting him off Scott free.

After that he quickly rose the ranks, he was the best, after all, no one could beat him. After that the big bucks started rollin’ in, of course his family knew nothing of it.

His family, he loved them, but he hated their jobs, his mother and father were heroes, his father, a pegasus who possessed super strength and tough skin. His mother a unicorn, had the power to teleport and shoot thunder, and his sister was studying to become a hero, she was a necromancer, and even though there was a very STRONG stigma surrounding the dark arts, she was fully accepted, why, she was the daughter of 2 well known heroes, not to mention, she was determined to do it.

And him? A unicorn, who couldn’t use magic, funny, a race that was certified to be able to use magic and yet, he had none, siltch, nada, not a fucking drop of it.

A “normie” as they call it, fucking racist bastards. But he didn’t care, he had his own powers, his skills, and in the end, he’s got the skills to pay the bills, in fact, he does pay the bills, he also paid the rent, and bought his own food.

They lived in an apartment, it was old and slightly run down, but no one would expect superheroes who got paid pretty well to be living in this dump, same for him, the world's best hacker.

But his parents believed it was safer for their identities, since, outside the unitards and latex, his parents were… screw ups… his father, was never able to keep a proper job, mostly thanks to his ego, and his mother… well, she had a decent enough job working as a teller at a bank, but, that was it, she never gave it her best, nor did she care about being promoted.

In his room, there was a single bed tucked in the corner of the room with a nightstand with draws next to the head of the bed where he sleeps, at the end of the bed was a chest of draws, it was small, and contained things like under ware, socks, tanktops, gloves and shoes.

His PC was tucked in the opposite corner from the bed, there was a black dresser placed in between his PC and the nightstand, it had shorts, shirts, hoodies, pants.

And, finally, on top of the dresser was a box, it was rather large. Inside it were emergency supplies in case he was ever tracked down.

But to his family, it was just his porno collection, nothing more.

To be fair, there were a few in there, to uphold appearances, yeah, that’s it.

He cracked his neck, before taking out his phone and checking his offshore accounts, he was confused for a minute as he looked up at his dark green walls before looking back down at his phone as he bagan remembering.

‘Cold untraceable cash, he could believe the cold part, he doubted the client would have any cash that the police could trace laying around, the untraceable part, he wasn’t so sure of, he wasn’t friends with him by a long shot, it wouldn’t surprise him if the client would try to track him down, so he also had the money sent to another offshore account, where an A.I he created called “A.C.T” (anti-cash tracer), which would check the cash, and see if it was traceable by going through the normal web, the deep web and the dark web as well as the government database, and google HQ. before, if the cash checks out, it was sent to his main offshore account, if it didn’t check out, it would be sent to an offshore account used to hire people whenever he needed some goons to take care of something,
May it be to immediate a detective that was getting to close to find him, or to get a “Sticky” (Corrupt/Money-minded) hero to provide an alibi for him or help him out in case he got in a sitch.

He put the phone in his pocket before switching the light, and walking over to his bed, he didn’t have school, he graduated high school a while ago, via skipping a couple grades of course, he was only sixteen.

he didn’t want to go to university, even if his parents told him to.

He usually replied “Go to university, for what? To learn shit I already know?... its a waste of money, money we “don’t” have, besides, its not like a piece of cardboard paper is going to give me a better job in this society,” and that was the end of it.

He laid down as he looked up into the darkness known as his ceiling

“Tomorrow is a new dawn”.

But he had no idea how right he was.

He awoke with a start to someone banging on his door, he groggily rubbed his eyes and called out to the rude banger, with a more than annoyed but less than angry tone.

“What is it?!” he was pissed, it was only…. What time was it again? he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, tabbing on the screen a few times, his lock screen popped up, showing that it was, 1 pm, christ he had been asleep for a while.

“Michael! Get out here now, you got to see this.” the voice was female, young, maybe 13 to 14 in age.

He lazily chucked the blanket off of himself and threw his legs over while at the same time sitting up in one quick movement, he stood up and stretched his back, getting serval clicks out of his back before walking towards the door, unlocking it, and opening it, there stood a stunning mare, that’s what he would say if he wasn’t that mares older brother.

She was a unicorn too, she had a grey fur, she was wearing a black t-shirt and blue denim jeans, as well as wearing white socks coupled with red sneakers.

Her mane was red and her eyes were ocean blue, and he hated to say it, but she had a decent bust, and he now feels disgusted with himself.

She was roughly 5’6”, with him being a good 5’10”, most would find it hard to believe they were related to him having dark red eyes, and black hair.

He was at the time wearing dark green sweatpants and a dark green hoodie, with no shoes and no socks, course he had underwear and a tank top on, why a tank top, because he fucking liked it. And also it was a habit from back when he was obese, before he didced to get his shit together after getting beat near to death by a couple of dick heads in high school. It helped hide his gut. But back on track

She was Sarah Jane Rider, younger sister of Micheal John Rider aka himself. And the daughter of Martha Rose Rider and Thomas Ken Rider.

She spoke with a slightly panicked voice as she waved him towards the living room.

“Come on Michael, you need to see this” she spoke as he started towards the living room.

Confused, curious and worried Micheal made his way towards the living room, Sarah was a necromancer, meaning she could reawaken the dead, something she has never done, but she studied her power in order to learn how to use it, and that came with learning some fucked up shit, so if something worried her, it bothered him as well.

He arrived in the living room to see his sister sitting down, his mother and father were there as well, his father standing at 6’6 in height, wearing a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up with black formal pants and a belt with an interesting oval shape buckle that had a ‘K’ carved into it. He’d once asked his father about it, he said it was a family heirloom. Old one two, constantly repaired through the times, and kept up to date, the belt could be traced back to medevil times, it was worn by his ancestors who were knights at one point. Anyway Back on track.

He was wearing some formal shoes coupled with white socks.

His mane was brown and his eyes were blue, he was quite bulky and didn’t look like some you’d want to pick a fight with.

His mother was a 5’5 unicorn and was a pretty lady, and could quite honestly be called a milf. he now felt even more disgusted, she was wearing a lime green t-shirt with light blue pants and white socks. she had a lean build, a blonde mane and a blue coat. She had light blue eyes it. It was hard to believe she was “Thunder Horn”.
His fathers' superhero name was a Thunderbolt”, on account of him being able to “fly as fast as thunder” it was cringe if you asked him, but he’d never tell his father that, his father came up with it when he was 12.

He walked into the room and looked towards the tv, they were all seated.

“What’s going on?” Michael asked with extreme amounts of confusion and fear in his voice, his father looked to him before nodding towards the TV.

On the TV was what appeared to be a news broad cast. The room was bead silent until his father finally spoke.

“Michael, you need to see this” his father said with a serious tone, it was odd, his father despite his appearance was a very cheerful and friendly person, a gentle giant if you will. If he was speaking like this, it was beyond important

Michael looked towards the TV before his father did the same, and what came next, would change Michael’s life forever

“Today, a group of unknown assailants captured and held the Warltonwood Fort in Canterlot, all available hero personnel were deployed to the area, including students of the Canterlot Hero Academy.”

“At 1:20 PM the battle began, with whoever had taken over the fort opening fire on the heroes, sidekicks, and military personnel present, when the heroes were finally able to counterstrike, the assailants turned the protection shield on, stopping any and all attempt to storm the fort by the heroes, while the barrage of missile and gun fire kept raining down on them,”

“It was not until 1:37 PM, that Canterlot Hero Academy students attempted their best to destroy the protection shield, while at the same time being bombarded by the fort’s defence mechanism,”

“It was at 1:40 PM sharp, that Canterlot Hero Academy Sidekick-in-training, Humdrum, summoned bravery never before seen, and made a mad dash of death against the fort, being able to break into the protection shield and create a portal system that other sidekicks were able to use to get to the outer wall of the fort,”

“At 1:41 PM, the Canterlot Hero academy students were able to breach the wall and storm the fort, recapturing it by 1:48 PM to, and I quote “Next to no resistance at all,” whoever was behind this attack escaped, leave behind various puppets and mind-controlled members of the armed forces behind,”

“We just got a report that the fort, which housed various top secret military projects, has been ransacked clean, everything from powerful weapons to special armour was taken from the fort, and the only trace left of the culprits is a destroyed portal door,”

“So far, no deaths have been reported during this battle, but the number of injuries has gone from 30 to about 276… we will keep you all updated as more information emerges, this is Lara Osten news at 1, and please, stay safe,” said the anchor.

“What the fuck?” said Michael said shocked, that place was a fortress, he also had to admire the pure size of humdrums balls of steel.

“Hey, language mister,” his mom said

He turned his head and gave his mother a death glare before trying to speak.

“Nnni-” he was cut off by a frying pan hitting him in the head hard by his mother.

He got back rubbing his head, he was pretty sure he saw grandpa and grandma waving to him at the gates of heaven.

“This is bad, Warltonwood was impenetrable, and if someone was able to make it in, and take all of those weapons and items… shit is about to hit the fan,” said his father standing up

“By the way, did you see what that Humdrum guy did, that was brave,” said Sarah

“Indeed, however, I wouldn’t have allowed it, risking the life of a kid,” said Michaels mother

“Still… very brave,” Sarah said as she looked at the screen again
Michael at this point, chained it for some comedic relive.

“More like a guy with massive balls of steel” Michael chuckled as a pot was sent flying towards his head by his sister. He didn’t see it comin’

“The syndicate is going to call an emergency meeting about this, we’re going to have a massive state of emergency for sure,” said his father as he stood up

“Yes, people are scared, no one knows exactly what were those weapons in there were… we have to be in the look out from now on,” said his mother

As soon as she said that, their superhero comms rang

“Emergency meeting now… sorry kids, we’ve got to bolt,” said his father

“There is food in the fridge, and I don’t want to hear about the 2 of you fighting each other from the neighbours,” said his mother

“Won’t happen mom, I was about to head out to practice my skills again,” said Sarah

“And I have some freelancing jobs to do, I’ll be busy until late this afternoon,” said Michael as he rubbed that back off his now very bruised head.

“If you say so… please take care of each other, ok,” said Mother

“Yes mom,” they said

“And remember, both of you, despite of anything, don’t forget, you guys are Ryders, and Ryders never die!” said his father pumping his fist into the air

“Yes dad,” they both said as their parents left

“By the way Michael, what were you doing last night?” asked Sarah

“Coding, one of my clients changed the deadline due to an emergency and so I had to work until late,” Michael lied.

“Oh, Ok, don’t work to hard,” said Sarah as she left the apartment

“I won’t,” said Michael as he headed to his room in a hurry.

As soon as he entered his room, Michael locked the door and grabbed his phone in a hurry, doing his best to dial the client.

“Come on… come on… pick up… PICK UP DAMMIT!” he said but nonetheless, the client did not pick up.

“Motherfucker,” Michael said as he through his phone on the bed

“I knew there was something off about that job… they used me to bypass the security and enter without being detected… DAMMIT, I SHOULD’VE PAID MORE ATTENTION!... Wait,........ no… the job only wanted the architectural layout of the fort, not a way in… someone else was involved here… but who could’ve possibly have that information?” Michael thought, but after a few more seconds, he decided to ignore it and actually do the freelance coding jobs he had.

A FEW HOURS LATER

“... and… done, that is all of them, time for me to collect,” Michael said as he started to send notifications to his employers regarding the completion of the tasks requested.

But then, just before he finished, he received a special request, on his “Private consulting” page

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Michael said as he read the job request he leaned towards his computer screen in order to get a better look.

“Job title, steal the Knight 2000 from the Powercolt Tech corps. And deliver it to the location indicated to you. Location will be made known ONLY when a notification of possession of the vehicle is received. Payment $200,000,000.00. Please complete tonight. He leaned back onto his chair and thought, he didn’t usually take these kinds of jobs, why his handler sent it to him was unknown, he leaned back in slightly and opened a new tab on google and searched up it up only to find nothing, it didn’t exist according to the web, but he knew not to always trust things he found online, and not to trust the media. His interest was piqued, he moved his cursor back to the tab with the request and hit the accept button
“Well, it seems I have a new challenge,” Michael said as he got off his chair.

4 hours later near Powercolt Tech corp

It had taken him 4 hours to walk there, why walk? Because he didn’t have a car, he’d never really needed one, though after this he was for sure investing in getting one, maybe a dodge charger, they were fairly common so it shouldn’t take him too long to ‘save’ up enough money for one, he of course already had more than enough money, he had about 3.5 billion dollars in his offshore account, and they say crime doesn’t pay, but he needed to wait long enough so that with his legal income he can buy a car without arousing suspicion, maybe he could make a fake I.T company? it wouldn’t be too hard, but he was only 16, being a rich CEO with a company would draw too much attention, and in the end, would backfire horribly,

He put on a face mask as well as a dark green cap and flipped his hood up, and to add more, he added some glass with no lenses in order to pull a super stallion as well, he donned his gloves and made his way towards the entrance.

He reached the outer wall and climbed over it in a matter of seconds ducking down behind a car in the parking lot as he spotted a guard in a security checkpoint booth leading into the facility.

The place had some serious security, barbed wire electric fences, and not the normal ones, the big tall ones, and behind the fences was a stone wall, if he looked closely he could see security camera everywhere, on the wire fence, the stone wall, on the building, on the security booth, and he could also see the faint glow of flash lights behind the stone wall signalling that there were guard patrols, and just from looking at the gear the guard at the booth had, he knew they were heavily armed. Michael thought to himself.

‘Something tells me their doing a lot more then just making microwaves to cook up some butter chicken and rice from the local countdown… growl… GREAT!!!... now I’m hungry” Michael loved butter chicken with rice, or as he called it: curry

But just as he forced his stomach to compose itself he noticed something… something rather off…there were many cars, too many for this time of night or, hell to many for this place in general, he knew something was up, but he was no goody to shoes, he was a criminal too after all, a very handsome and rogueish criminal, but a criminal nonetheless, though he hated how in the government databases he was a ‘high-threat level villain’ but he supposed it comes with the kinds of jobs he’s pulled off, he’s always had a knack for computers.

He starts creeping from car to car, while most would think he went quickly, he took his time, the only time he went quickly is when passing by a camera, he kept doing this until he got near the fence, then he saw a problem, he couldn’t get over through around or under the fences, meaning his only option was to go through the security checkpoint… the heavily guarded check-point that is.

He was stumped until he saw a lamp post flicker and go out, and turn back on after a minute, this place had unreliable power, he could use this.

He looked around till he saw a fuse box, he crept towards it and opened it up.

There were dozens of switches and a few fuse’s, he took a look at the fuse’s and saw that they were old, by about a decade.

“Typical corporate overlords, cutting expenses inorder to save a buck or two, well, their greed shall be their down fall, now if I redirect some power here…”,

He moved his hands around preparing the fuse box, he’s seen this tactic before, a lot of places in Manehatten have outdated fuses, causing them to be weak, only the more recently built places have up-to-date fuse’s around here, though, he’s heard rumour that the city is going to change the regulations so that they have to have up to date power systems, though he doubted it would work since the inspectors will probably just get bribed to look the other way

‘...then judging by the state of this fuse that should either, a) trigger the circuit breaker cutting out the lights, b) blow the fuse or c) hope it doesn’t cause a power surge too big to be natural” he moved all the switches into place except one, and he breathed in as he prepared to flip the switch, 200 million big ones were on the line, and one fuck up, could ruin his life, he thought for a moment, if he gets caught, they're going to be able to ID him, his family will disown him, his few friends will abandon him, and he will surely get executed, he’ll die with no family, no friends, no lover, and as a virgin, he then breathed out and had fire in his eyes.

‘Well, as a great time-travelling mad lad once said, ALLONS-Y’ He flipped the switch as sparks start to shoot out of the fuse box, the lights start to flicker as the guard at the booth starts to look up at the light, until finally, they go out

“Oh God fucking damn it not again!” a guard yelled out in frustration and Michael had struck gold, they were used to black out’s, meaning he would be able to give them the slip with ease.

Another guard yelled to the guard in the booth.

“Hey man, could you do it this time, I’ve had to fix that hunk of junk five times this week, if I have to again i’m smashing it” the booth guard groaned as he started making his way towards the fuse box

Michael quickly sneaked away as the guard from the booth came closer to the fuse box.

Michael wasn’t the most experienced heister out there, but he was decent.

He smirked as he began to creep away, only to trip over a can and made a barrel fall over by falling on it, thus making a loud noise, Michael got behind the barrel and couched down as the guards' flashlight swept over to the barrel he was hiding behind
“What was that?” the guard said as he changed his route and started walking towards Michael, Michael began to panic and held his breath as the guard got closer and closer and as he was about to reach Michaels's hiding place,

“OI YA WANKA, you fixing the lights yet?” a voice called out, another guard was standing a few meters behind the booth and he had an annoyed expression, the other guard looked at him. The other guard continued

“Could you please stop fucking around, all the higher-ups are here today, if we fuck up then we’re not gonna have jobs, or worse, lives” the guard said with an irish accent. It was too dark to make out any features on either of the guards the only thing he could make out was their uniform, which consisted of a white shirt, dark blue pants, and a security badge, the booth guard grunted and turned back to the fuse box as he began to make his way towards it while speaking, “alright alright, i’m going” the booth guard spoke as he got to the fuse box and started getting to work, the other guard turned and went back to his post.

Michael started to make his way around through the parking lot and towards the checkpoint, he crept out into the open as he creeped towards the checkpoint. He was about to get to the checkpoint before a guard pointed his light in his direction before speaking “What was that?” Michael dropped down to his belly in a desperate attempt to avoid detection, he prayed to whatever God there was out there that the guard wouldn’t see him, seconds felt like hours as Michael lay there unmoving, and breathing little, before he heard

“Fuck, I need to get more sleep, seeing shit now” the guards light went away from Michael as he sighed in relief before getting back into a crouched position and moving towards the booth, creeping past it as he sneaked into the perimeter.

He was keeping as low to the ground as he could, he could not get caught now, guessing by what those guards were saying he might not get busted by the police, rather his head would get busted by a bullet. He crept to a nearby bush and sat beside it as he scouted the area. The building looked nothing like the outside, it was clean and well kept, while outside the perimeter it looked old and rundown like everything else in this damn city.

He looked and saw a guard walking out of a door leading into the building, there were no other open entrances, this was Michaels's only shot, he had to be quick.

Michael sat up and ran, he tried to be quiet but the guard that exited had spotted him.

The guard turned and started running as well, however, he was on the heavy side for a stallion, and so he had trouble keeping up with the leaner and more in-shape Michael

“Oi stopped right there!” the guard yelled out as Michael ignored him and ran through the now-closing door, he entered and cursed to himself, this was going to get loud in a couple of seconds, he hadn’t brought any weapons either, he didn’t even think he’d have the guts to use a weapon even if he had one.

But now was no the time for thinking, he got this far, all he needed to do is run and grab whatever the knight 2000 was, and get it out of there, he started to run through the corridors as alarms went off, he heard shouts as guards rushed around, they didn’t seem to know exactly where he was right now, he heard guards approaching as he stopped and looked around, he saw a door and tested the handle, it was unlocked, without thinking he opened the door and entered the room, making sure to close and lock the door, he held his breath as he leaned against it listening, he waited as he heard guards run by, and by the sound of it, heavily armed guards.

He let out a sigh of relief as he heard the guards pass by, he was safe……for now.

He turned to towards the inside the room and froze, there standing was a man with a bucket of water and a mop in a grey jumpsuit and grey cap, was a brown earth pony stallion with brown eyes opened wide with shock, Michael acted quickly as the guy was about to let out a shout by running up to the guy and tackling him, the guy was bigger and older them him, but Michael got the drop on him, literally, as both of them tumbled down, Michael recovered quickly and held the guy down, he had to think.

‘This guy’s seen me, if I let him go he’ll tell the guards where I am, but I can’t just kill him he’s done nothing, if I do then… wait, why am I caring so much about some random person, no time for that, I need to know where the knight 2000 is, maybe this guy knows.’ Michael thought as he began to question the stallion.

“W-what do you want from me?!” the stallion spoke quietly in fear as he looked up at Michael in terror, Michael looked down at the terrified stallion for seconds, and this made the stallion nervous, just what did this guy want.

“Where is the Knight 2000?” Michael said in a cold and seroius voice, he had wiped all expression from his face, and the man under him started to shiver as he replies.

“K-night 2000? I don’t k-know what your talking about” he said Michael started to examine his speech and looked him up and down.

‘Sweaty palms, lack of eye contact, an increase of resistance, sutter in voice, all signs point towards one conclusion, he’s lying out of his ass to me’ Michael thought for a second, this guy most likely wasn’t afraid of him, but rather his own bosses, this means Michael wouldn’t be able to get info out of him easily, he looked around until he saw a few things, duct tape, a hose, a cloth, and a sink, he must’ve been in a janitor's closet he thought for a second, until a voice said something.

‘WaterBOARD HIM, IT’S THE QUICKEST AND MOST Effective method to get information’ the voice was corrupt, but still his own in a way, but he didn’t have time to dwell on that,

He drew his fist back and threw it hard into the janitors face, the janitor opened his mouth to scream in pain only to be silenced by Michael hand going in, grabbing the janitors lower jaw, and pulling down, until he heard a click, the janitor began to scream out in agony, but the screams only came out in muffles as his eyes filled with pain while turning to pinpricks.

Michael had just dislocated his jaw, he stood up and headed towards the duct tape, he grabbed it and walked over to the hose, with both hose and duct tape in tow he headed for the sink and put the entrance of the hose to the tip of the sinks mouth, and duct-taped the hose to it, he then grabbed the rag and walked over to the janitor and kneeled down he used the palm of his hand to push it in, hitting the janitors jaw, relocating it, the janitor tried to yell out in pain but Michael put his hand over the janitors mouth before speaking.

“If you want to live through this, I’d highly recommend one, shutting up, and two, telling me where the knight 2000 is or things will have to get….messy” the janitor began to struggle more as he spoke.

“Y-you sick FUCK, if I tell you they’ll kill me!” he shouted in fear, Michael drew back his fist and punched the janitor in the face again.

“I said keep it the fuck down, or? Do you like getting force fed knuckle sandwiches” He drew his fist back and “fed” the janitor another “knuckle sandwich” he then spoke again.

“And if you don’t tell me I’ll kill you, so you better start talking” Michael spoke, the janitor laid on the guard silent before answering.

“F-fuck you” he said appearing to make a tough face, Michael sighed, he wasn’t going to be able to make this guy talk just using normal brute force and some light questioning.

Michael laid the cloth on the janitor's face before getting up and stomping on the janitor's hand in order to stop him from getting up, he then walked to the sink and turned it on to full power, and water gushed out of the other side of the hose as Michael grabbed the end the water was coming from and took it to the janitor.

The janitor tried to get up, but Michael pushed him down with his shoe, before, he stomped on the janitor's stomach in order to knock the wind out of him, finally beginning the torture.

He aimed the hose end at the janitors face as the water splashed him, the rag let water in, but didn’t let water out, and when it became damp, it stopped air from coming in as well.

The janitor started thrashing as he began to slowly drown, even a highly trained equestrian equestrian member could only take 14 seconds of the torture before cracking and refusing to continue, the janitor thrashed but Michael held him down with his shoe.

This continued for 16 seconds before Michael stopped and kneeled down, he pointed the hose away from the janitor before finally taking the cloth off, the janitor coughed and hacked as water shot out of his mouth, his eyes were tearing up and he started sobbing.

“W-h-hy me ‘sob’ what do you want from me? Please just make it stop!” he sobbed out Michael looked at him and smirked the janitor was broken, and so, he questioned him again.

“I’ll stop only if you tell me the location of the Knight 2000, if not I’m going to keep going and stopping just before you give out, it will be painful and it will not stop until you tell me.” Michael said as he leaned closer to the janitor and making him finally breaking under pressure

“G-go out of this room, head to the right then keep going, until you come to an intersection, then go left and continue until you spot a door at the end of the hallway” the janitor had stopped sobbing, his eyes were starting to lose life, not in a dying way, but, in a will to live way, he had given up.

Michael didn’t know if the info was accurate, but chances were they are, but they were still a decent chance they weren’t, but he didn’t have time to check, he had stayed in one place long enough, any longer and he’d risk getting caught

Michael then spoke, but something was different, almost like, it wasn’t truly him speaking, but in another way, like it was him speaking

“Alright then, I’ll take your word, but remember this before I depart, if I find out you’re lying to me, I will hunt you down, and I will burn everything you know and love, before finally torturing you to death” Michael spoke, voice cold and serious, like he meant every single word of it

Michael stood back up and kicked the janitor in the head, knocking him out, he walked over to the sink and stopped the water flow.

He turned and walked over to the door, he was taking a risk, but he had no other choice, he unlocked the door, and slowly opened it, he peaked his head into the light grey corridor, the walls were made out of concrete, the doors were steel and painted red, they were signs directing him to different sectors of the building,

The lights were bright and stable, unlike the ones outside the facility, and the floors were flat and smooth, made out of metal, and the ceiling was made out of concrete, he was certain that this place was no ordinary power company, and he was starting to suspect it wasn’t a power company at all, more then likely it was a front, but it wasn’t any of his business, they could do whatever illegal actives they wanted after he got the ‘knight 2000’.

He looked the other way to see if the coast was clear, nodding his head he quickly snuck out of the room and started following the now-unconscious janitor's directions.

He crept forward and just as he turned the corner he saw a guard, only a couple of meters away, he tried to get back around the corner but, first came the the gunshot, second came the pain, he turned the corner and hugged the wall, he was in agony, he wanted to look at the wound but there was no time as he saw the guards' shadow turn the corner, he charged as the guard came into sight, slamming into the guard, making him drop his gun, the two fell back and impacted the ground, Michael quickly got up and started running, the guard stood back up and took out a radio before pressing and holding a button on the side and speaking.

“ALL UNITS BE ON ALERT, THE INTRUDER IS HEADING TOWARDS SECTOR 3!” the guard shouted into the radio before putting it away, grabbing his gun and giving chase.

Michael was running as his flight or fight instincts reared their heads, his muscles tensed as he turned a corner only to see a group of guards aiming assault rifles at him, he didn’t know why, but he just kept running, the guards opened fire, bullets gazed and hit him, but he didn’t have time to think where he had been shot as he saw a sign saying, knight 2000 research area, to the right in front of the guards, he kept running until he was almost right in the guard's face’s as he quickly turned and ducked into the knight 2000’s room

He Locked the door as he grabbed a nearby chair and wedge it in between the door handle and the ground, he heard bangs at the door as he relaxed his muscles he turned around and-

Bang!
A gunshot rang out as Michael felt his back slam against the locked door behind him, he felt pain seeping in from his chest, he looked down as he saw a bullet hole leading into the left side of his upper body, now most would think that it hit his heart, but a little known fact is that the heart wasn’t on the left side of the body, it just leaned in a bit to the left side, but its actual placing was in the middle.

The pain of the wound reminded him of the pain in his shoulder, he suddenly started feeling tried, he was running off of 0 hours of sleep and had been losing quite a bit of blood.

He looked up and spotted the shooter, a light blue pegasus with blonde hair wearing the same uniform as all the other guards, holding a smoking 44. magnum revoler, he stoad at roughly six foot with a rather imposing build

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q8Ic5QndpPA

Michael started feeling tried, but not like he was going to pass out, but like his sanity was fading quickly, and then he started hearing it.

Let go

let go’

‘Let go’

Let go of everything!

Michael’s vision started to gain a red tint, was this it, him, the mighty fox, the man who the government feared, him who could have the world, killed by some goon, NO this was not how his story- no, legend ended, HE WOULD NOT FALL!

Michael started to fall, but he used his foot to catch him self, he didn’t feel tried any more, he felt, powerful,

The guard came closer as, gun drawed and aimmed at his head.

“Maybe I’ll get extra if I take you alive” the guard spoke, and as he got close Michael charged him, the guard caught him as a struggle ensued, each others hands on their opponents shoulders , the guard was much stronger and heavier as well as taller then Michael, but Michael wouldn’t quit, he gave everything he had as he pushed the guard back as best as he could.

“Fuckin’ hell, got some fight in ya… okay, let’s go then” the guard kneed Michael in the stomach, but with the height difference it was close to his chest, this caused Michael to weaken as the guard pushed michael down.

Michael impacted the ground hard, the guard came up and tried to stomp Michaels head in, but he rolled to the side, he rolled 2 more times inorder to make distance, before sloppily getting back up and taking a combat stance.

His hands rolled into fists with his thumps on the outside of his fists, his fist were position in front of face almost forming a triangle as his feet were slightly apart, his vision became slightly more red as he charged the guard, headbutting the guards stomach.

Michael kept going until he pushed the guard into something, it seemed like a strangely shaped jet black counter, but for some reason he couldn’t make out what it was, all he could focus on was the guard.

The guard started slamming his fist on Michael, but it didn’t really faze Michael, Michael had been in fights with bigger people, he could take one hell of a hit.

Michael started punching the guard with his right hand as his left hand focused on keeping the guard still, this continued for a while before the guard delivered one strong hit to Michael's back, more specifically his spine, this stunned Michael as the guard pulled Michael in an upright position and pushed Michael back a bit before pulling out his gun and aiming it at Michael’s head.

Time for Michael seemed to slow down, his peripheral vision became completely blood red, Michael could now only see the guard and his gun, he felt his muscles tear as he leapt towards the guard clearing the counter and hitting the ground hard.

Michael held the guard down as he grabbed the hand with the gun in it and the guard's other upper arm, they struggled as the guard tried to lift his gun, he started edging his gun towards Michaels head.

It was nearly at Michaels head when Michael took his left hand that was holding down the guards upper arm and grabbed the inner section of the guards elbow and began pushing down, using his right hand, towards the guards head, the guard’s eyes openned wide with shock and then turned to a mix of fear and panic as he used his now free arm to grab At michael, he tried in despertion to push Michael away as he started hitting him in the head, but all Michael could feel was a grin forming on his Masked face, and his vision pulsating red as he felt his arm muscles go above and beyond what they were capable of doing.

He felt a huge amount of pain coming from his arms along with a new wet feeling, but he ignored it, as the gun came closer and closer to the guards chin, the guard started yelling.

“WAIT WAIT PLEASE NO MORE MERCY!” the guard yelled out as the gun's barrel edge was planted at the guard's chin, Michael laughed and said one sentence.

“Sorry, all out of mercy” Michael then squeezed the guard's arm hard, drawing blood, as the guard screamed in pain for a second, but at that time, the guard tried to grib his hands into fists, causing him to pull the trigger.

Bang

(if you have music on, stop it here)

Everything went silent as the guards brains splattered across the floor, the guard's eyes turned lifeless as he uttered his final word,

“I’m sorry brother” at that the guard exhaled what was his final breath as he went limp.

Michael shook his head and looked down at the scene in front of him, his face slightly covered in blood just like his right hand.

He sat up, as his brain processed what laid before him.

Before he could fully process what he had done, he heard banging on the door as he reconnected with reality, he could almost swear he could hear a low laugh before he shot up on his feet.

“W-what? Where, oh, wait, I’m robbing this place, what was I stealing again?” Michael thought back as he tried to recover his memory before his memory finally clicked back into place as he looked around, he knew the knight 2000 was in there somewhere, he saw a clipboard and walked over to it, he picked it up and started reading it.

Item name: Knight 2000

The knight 2000 has the appearance of a jet-black 1982 Pontiac Trans Am with a light placed at the tip that when the knight 2000 is activated, has a red light that moves side to side.

The knight 2000 has a practically unbreakable shell that is resistant to all forms of magic, magic cannot be used on the knight 2000.

Its tires are unpoppable And its windows can not be smashed.

To accompany its high durability it is also extremely fast, able to even break the sound barrier and to top it all off it can reach these speeds quickly it has even been witnessed in the past to be able to somehow jump.

The knight 2000 is also equipped with a multitude of gadgets.

While not all functions of the knight 2000 are known, here is what we know it’s capable of.

Firing rockets out of it’s exhaust pipe.

Deploying tear gas out of its exhaust pipe.

Deploying a smoke screen out of it’s exhaust pipe.

Firing a grabbling hook through a hole in the rear bumber.

Able to jamm electicle device’s and signals.

Able to use sonar to give a rough map of a building and the location of people inside the area.

Able to track vehicles and aircraft over long distances, how it does this is unknown at this time.

Able to tap into radio, cellphone, and TV signals.

Able to redirect calls.

We suspect there are dozens of functions that we have yet to tap into, we are going to attempt to reengineer it by taking it apart, but we will require heavy machinery.

Michael finished reading through the lengthy report as he turned around and looked up, before putting it to the side and looking at the car that laid in front of him

(cue slowed knight rider theme)

Michael looked in awe at the beauty of a car that lay before him, it was, just as the report had described but seeing it in person, it almost made him completely forget what he was doing.

He snapped out of it as he began to make his way to the car, he went to the driver's seat window and formed his arm into an L, before slamming his elbow cap into the window as hard as he could.

Michael used, a classic car-jacking attack on Knight 2000.

Michael's brain was filled with pain as all the kinetic energy that he sent into the window travel throughout his elbow. It was a pain worse than stubbing your toe, And~ it was super ineffective.

Michael reeled back in pain as he grasped his elbow, he quickly recovered before slapping himself in the forehead.

“Fucking retard, the report said the glass was unbreakable” Michael cursed at himself, he didn’t have much time.

Michael looked around at the area surrounding him, it was a garage.

The garage had a weird design even for the untrained eye, it was not opened like most car shops, but it contained a long L-shaped counter, which, by the way, had no sign of tools, or grease marks, or even any sort of tear in it from being used… it seemed oddly… new.

But Interior design was not Michael’s interest nor did he give to fucks about millionaires taste in decorations.

As he continued to look around for any clue or idea, something caught his eye, at the very end of the L-shaped counter, was a small metallic looking box, with a note tucked underneath it.

He walked over to it and picked the note up, looking at it he began to read before he heard the banging again, they were shouting, he knew didn’t have much time, he looked at his watch, about an hour had pased, he started reading the note

We can’t get it open, all attempts at opening the door have ended in failure, we’re running out of time and budget, we’ve bought a tank and a 55.cal anti material rifle with armour priceing bullets, we’re gonna try that, if it doesn’t work, we can use the anti material rifle on the tank to show the boss’s why we’re having so much trouble.

The only way we might be able to open the door is with the watch that came with the car, but it’s not functioning, I've opened it up and checked everything but it all looks fine, I can’t find the problem.

WHERE DID THIS CAR COME FROM? AND WHO THE FUCK FOUND IT AND BOUGHT IT WITHOUT KNOWING HOW IT WORKS!!!

Michael looked over to the box that was next to the note.

‘I wonder?’ he thought as he grabbed the box and opened it, inside was one of the weirdest, yet coolest, watches he’s ever seen before.

It was small, and looked like something a teen would’ve worn in the 70’s or late 80’s, but the oddest thing was… the watch was still displaying the time… it was just frozen in place.

He looked at it, trying to find what was wrong, the note said that the watch is in good condition, and when it came to tech, if it wasn’t working, but wasn’t broken, the only thing that could be wrong with it was………

He flipped the watch over, and gave out a slight chuckle.

There was no battery.

“Of course, the eggheads over looked the most basic problem… typical eggheadery,”

He looked at the slot and realized it was the same size as his own watches battery.

He quickly took it off and used a near by screwdriver to pry the battery out.

The battery gave quickly as he popped the battery out, causing catastrophic damage to his watch, and then put it into the other one.

He flipped the car watch around and saw it was working, Michael looked at his now broken watch and smashed it into a million pieces making it hard for anyone to track it or find any prints in it, before tosing it behind some large barrels.

He then grabbed the watch and wrapped it around his left wrist before walking over to the car and looking at the watch.

‘Maybe it’s speech activated?’ he thought as he start throwing out random phases

“Car open” no response, “car on” no response… “car unlock?”... “Open Sesame!” and no- wait! Nope no response

He groaned in frustration as he hung his arms and turned around in defeat, how was he going to get out?,

But as he turned around the watch's face passed near the door handle and Michael heard a sound.

(SFX beep beep car unlocking sound)

Michael turned towards the car in confusion as he looked at the door handle and noticed a green flashing light coming from it

His face lit up with hope as he walked towards the door hand, and pulled outwards slightly, instead of the handle stopping it, gaving in or in this case, out as he saw the door slightly open.

He smiled as he opened the door fully to see the 90s-level futuristic interior, almost like the back-to-the-future delorian car, but to a totality different level.

There was hundreds of buttons, all dark, and even two screens that were about the size of his head and in the centre of the dashbroad was a weird screen, almost like an audio-level reader

He was about to hop into the car when he saw something, something sticking out of the now deceased guard's pocket, he walk over to the guard and took the item out, it was a picture, of a family, the guard and a mare with plain blue fur and dark brown hair who looked to be in her mid to early 30s, both holding a little baby in their arms, but the face was smugged due to the blood.

Michael felt, suffocated, almost like a weight had fell onto his shoulders and was now crushing him, stopping his lungs from expanding

He looked up and spotted a phone propped up against a tin can of paint, he got up and walked over to it, grabbed it and put it in his pocket, he didn’t know why, he just felt like, he had to do it. Little did he know, that this decision would work in his favor sometime in the future.

Turning around he got into the car, and shut the door, he looked around at the hundreds of buttons, they looked like they could light up, but he didn’t know how to turn them on, how was he going to drive the car.

He looked through the wind shield as he stared at the garage door.

‘Maybe I could push it out?’ he thought as he consider hopping back out of the car.

‘No! the place is on high alert, they’d noticed it almost instantly, and then I’d be shot’ he criticsized himself as he looked at the ignition and saw a key inside.

He openned the door, got out, and headbutted the wall serval times, out of anger or desperation, that was the question, you see, asperger and ADHD are a horrible mix… and after this, he wouldn’t be surpized if he developed PTSD, and he’d have to hide it! He’d ask for a bonus extra 10 mill for this bull-fucking-shit!

He got back into the car and closed the door, he turned the key as he grabbed the weirdly shaped steering wheel, and locked the doors, just in case.

He took a deep breath before slamming his foot down on the gas…. Nothing happened…. He looked confused before looking down and seeing the drive stick was in park, he head butted the wheel before putting it to to 10 yes it had 10 gears.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OYsXnZx5iK0

He hit the gas and the car lunched forward making him regret not wear a seat belt as the car rummed through the garage door, easily turning what was once a thick reinforced door that could likely stopped a semi-truck going at full speed, into play dough.

Chaos ensued as the guards outside heard a lot crush, they turned to see a small black car barreling towards them, the drew their rifle and oppened fire, a barrage of bullets cappble of tear a normal car apart, bounced off the car’s unbreakable shell, a unicorn even fired off sereval powerful magic missiles, only to do nothing, the car hit a copule of guards, one guard even got cutt in half, and the other guards died on impact.

Michaels eyes opened wide in disgust and shock as he kept on driving, he wanted to puke.

He would have if the blood and guts had stuck to the car, but due to the high speeds they all flew off. A feeling came up in him as he drove away. But before he could ID the feeling he heard a sound

An attack hellicopter

He looked up out of the window next to him, and saw something horrifying

It was an un marked attack heilcopter wielding heavy weapony, and it was ready to use it.

It followed him with high speeds, but even it had trouble keeping up with the Knight 2000.

(heilcopter POV)

“Boss we can’t keep up with this thing, we’re losing it!’ the co-pilot said into a radio as the main pilot forcusd on flying.

There was radio silence for a few second before a voice came over the radio.

“We can’t afford to lose this chance, if we let it out then someone else get’s the profit, if we can’t have it, then nobody can, open fire, you have permission to use air to ground missles, rain hell down on the bastard” the voice of the ‘boss’ came over the radio as the co-pilot looked over to the pilot and began to rely their orders over the intercom.

“Jose, we got orders to open fire, air to ground missiles authorised” the co-pilot spoke as the pilot glance over and smirked before regaining a stone face.

“Rodger that, engaging” the pilot turned the safety on the weapons systems off and lowered his altitude as he opened fire.

(3rd person pov)

A hell-fire of bullets and missiles capable of tearing a tank apart rained down onto the knight 2000, it- did nothing? The pilot's months opened side in shock, they knew that every shot had hit, and they kept firing until it stopped they had run out of ammo, and yet the car was still going, hell it was going faster than before due to the bullets giving it a push.

The car entered a suburban area as the helicopter kept chase it, Michael remembered that the report had mentioned something about rockets, he quickly looked at the now lit up buttons and saw one that said rockets, the report said they were fired from the exhaust pipe, he needed to angle the car right, he looked to see a steep incline, which would, with the helicopters current altitude, make a perfect opportunity for the hit.

Michael turned the car towards the incline and speed up more, when he reached it he slowed the car down as to not go flying, though he wouldn’t be surprised at this rate if the car really could fly.

He went down the incline and as the helicopter came into sight, he pressed the button and a rocket fired out of the cars exhaust pipe, flying and hitting the helicopter right under the cockpit, killing the two pilots instantly and causing a large explosion mid air.

(stop music here)

Michael slowed the car as he shifted the gear into simply drove and began cruising through the nighborhood that he had just killed 2 people in.

He had killed, his eyes water up as the feeling he felt before came back, but this time he could ID it… guilt… with a hint of regret.

He looked to the passenger seat and saw the picture, he was a windowmaker now, he had just killed a little girl’s father, and they might never know what happened to their husband and father, all because of him.

He tortured an innocent man! More then likely scaring him for life. He killed even more when he escaped, and to put the mother fucking blood stained cheery on top he killed the 2 pilots that were chasing him.

Guilt filled him as he started head butting the wheel.

“Could you please stop doing that, you’ll damage your head” a robotic voice said as Michael shot into the seat in surpised.

“Who said that?!” Michael yelled in shock as he slammed on the break bring the car to a quick stop, looking around, faced filled with panic and fear.

The voice spoke again

“I am the Knight Industries Two Thousand, you may call me Kitt, and you are not supposed to be driving me,” the voice said as Michael freaked out, he didn’t know what to think, but after all he had been through, he knew one thing, this car was powerful, he had already been partially involved in an untold amount of super weapons being put out on the market, he couldn’t let this car get out on the market too.

Michael began to speak, voice shaky, but full of determination

“W-well too bad, I’m keeping you, I can’t- no-” Michael cleared his throat before speaking with more confidence as he kept going.

“-Won’t let you get into the wrong hands, so you have two options, you either let me drive you or be hidden in a secret underground garage in the middle of the ocean for the rest of time” he spoke to Kitt as he offered him a deal, he needed a car, and after all the shit he went through, he wasn’t going to be more responsible for more deaths. Kitt was silent for a minute, persumbly thinking, he could understand, Kitt was making a discuison for the course of his continued existence

“.....fine, have it your way, could I at least get your name then” Kitt spoke as Michael leaned back into his new car, he knew he would love it.

“My names Michael, Michael John Rider” Michael introduced himself to Kitt as he moved his arms to grab the wheel before flinching back in pain, he looked to his right shoulder as he as he saw the bullet wound, the only reason he wasn’t heavily bleeding was due to his magic, he couldn’t use most magics, but he could use a healing spell on himself to heal, well, it wasn’t really a healing spell to be honest, more of just him speeding up his natural healing… which meant he was a “special”

‘GAAA, fuck, how the hell am I gonna explain this to my parents, fuck it, I’ll just say I got drunk and can’t remember’ he thought.

But then, another thought came to his head “ALCOHOL! Please, my parents know I don’t drink, not to mention, if I actually did, they’d be able to locate the store faster than I can say it was a lie,”

“Maybe I can just tell them I fell while running, that’s more believable,” Running was his only escape besides video games and youtube, he was a normie, he would have committed suicde already if it hadn’t been for the ability to clear his mind… or due parkour and look cool while doing it.

“Hey I don’t suppose you can drive your self right?” he spoke with a pained tone, it was a long shot, but he was injured, it would be dangerous to drive right now.

“Well, I would say it’s a pleasure to meet you but I would be lying, and to answer your question I am capable of driving myself, where would you want to go?” Kitt spoke as his audio level monitor expanded to the volume of his voice, Michael’s eyes opened slightly with surprise, turning quickly into relief as he gave Kitt his address

“Manehatten, airfield road, 3, quick, I need to check my emergency first aid kit” Michael spoke, still pained, as soon as he treated his wounds, he was going to sleep for a week he swore to the lord he would right there.

“Alright, I will go as fast as the road laws allow me to” Kitt spoke as Michael leaned into his seat, Kitt seeing this, tinted his windows to where it was impossible to see inside and began driving to Michael's destination

HALF AN HOUR LATER

“Hey, I know it’s none of my business, but, why are we coming to the slums?” Kitt asked as they neared their destination

“Because the police almost never come down here, but, most people here are well-behaved, mostly thanks to the high number of sidekicks that live or patrol this area… and, you’ll see in a second,” Michael said as Kitt turned into a back street cul-de-sac/

“What is this place?” asked Kitt as Michael rolled the window down and held his phone up.

Seconds past in pure silence, until a CLICK was heard and the wall before them opened up revealing a hidden tunnel.

“Go” said Michael

Kitt followed the orders and drove down the tunnel as the wall closed behind him.

After a few seconds they arrived at a underground, abandoned parking lot.

“We’re here,” said Michael as he got out of the Kitt

“And where is here?” Kitt asked as he followed Michael

“My hideout/man cave…” Michael said as he turned the power on “... I come here when I need to lay low for a little bit, or if I want to be alone… by the way, here, you can copy the key to enter the hideout,” said Michael

“Is this because you are lazy, or what?” asked Kitt

“NO! If we ever get into a deep-deep trouble and we get separated, you come here and lay low, at least you’ll be safe and give me time to lose my tail or come up with a plan,” said Michael

“Ok… that sounds dumb, but, well, I’m not expecting much from you,” said Kitt

“Fuck you… anyway…” Michael started as the sound from the a TV in his hide out interrupted him.

“... We have a confirmation that the flying fortress has crash landed into the Firefrost Mountain Range, completely destroying itself… according to officials 85% of the people on board of said fortress how escaped before it crashed have been arrested, sadly, it seems that the hire comanders of the fortress, including Tirek, Have escaped and are on the run…”

“What the…” said Michael

“... It has also been brought to out attention that the battle between heroes and goons in the outskirts of the Crystal Empire has left 12 deaths, including the deaths of heroes Powerhoof, Ademantite, Sans, and Oni, the rest of the deaths were members of the attacking party… WHAT?!... Are you… Are you sure about this?... can… CAN YOU CONFIRM THIS YES OR NO?!!... Oh God… D-dear viewers… we’ve just received… confirmation… the boarding team that consisted of the Power Ponies has landed safely, with Radiance being rushed to hospital with a bad head injury, but doctors say she is out of danger… however… they have confirmed… that… Humdrum… he has… he has… died… … … according to Masked Matter-horn, he sacrificed himself to angle the falling craft away from the empire, saving everyone and everything…” the announcer said as tears fell from her eyes.

“Oh no,” said Michael as he grabbed his phone searching for a number

“Judging by your reaction this has something to do with you… in a bad way,” said Kitt

“Fucks sake, pick up, pick up…” Michael said

“Well, hello, I was awaiting your call,” said the voice

“OY, WHAT THE FUCK!” said Michael

“I beg your pardon?” asked the voice

“THE WEAPONS ON THAT FUCKING UFO, THEY WERE INSIDE THE FORT WEREN’T THEY?!!!” Michael screamed

“Yeah, and?...” said the voice

“You made me get the blueprints of the fort for this reason,” said Michael

“Yeah, and honestly I don’t see the problem with it,” said the voice

“You used me to commit mass murder!” said Michael

“Well, not you, but, your services, as we’ve done before… by the way… where’s my car?” asked the voice

“YOU… I… I went to the place, but I was unable to steal it,” Michael lied

“Really… because the reports and radio chatter coming from the corporation is that you killed a guard and stole the car… so, I recommend you come clean with me now, before I feed you and your family to the feds, as conspirators to the attack… your choice,” said the man

“F-fine… where?” asked Michael

“333 Rublen Drive, in 20 minutes,” said the man

“Ok, i’ll be there,” said Michael

“You better, if you want to see your family ever again…” said the man as Michael heard his mother and father’s voices in the background.

“JACK!” Sarah screamed

“DON’T YOU DARE GO ANYTING TO THEM!!” Michael said

“You are not the boss of me kid, see you soon,” the voice said as he hung up.

“WE HAVE YO GO!” said Michael

“And do what? It is obviously a trap,” said kitt

“I have to save my family!” said Michael panicing

“Get in, I’ll get you there!” said Kitt as Michael got on “also, take this, you;ll need it trust me,” said Kitt as he opened his glove box and showed Michael a .45 gun

“Thanks, let’s go!” Michael said as Kitt took off at full speed as he opened the wall.

17 MINUTES LATER

Kitt and Michael pulled up to an abandoned 1860’s mansion that used to be a grain plantation.

“We’re here, be ready,” said Kitt as he pulled up

“OK I”M HERE!” Michael screamed but nothing happened

Just then several lights turned on and aimed at him.

“Glad to see you could join us,” said a man as he walked out of the building with 2 hostages and several goons in tow.

“I’m here, and here’s your car, let my parents and sister go!” Michael screamed

“Uhm… well, a deal is a deal…” the man said as he and the 2 guns holding his parents walked towards him “... however… I am not a man that likes to leave loose ends… “ the man said as he took out a gun and suddenly shot him in the chest

Michael fell backwards holding his chest

“... I hope you understand… it not personal… just business,” the man said as he aimed the gun at his parents and shot them in the head killing them.

“NO!!!” Michael screamed

“MOM! DAD! NO!!!” Sarah Screamed catching Micheal’s attention

“SARAH!!” Michael screamed

“Jack!” Sarah screamed as the goons took her inside again

“Kill them,” the man said

“As if!” Michael said as he took out the gun and shot at the man, but, he quickly grabbed the 2 goons and used them as human shields.

“Wow, even with the bloodloss you can still shoot that well… you are dangerous… better deal with you now!” the man said as the remaining goons, started firing at Michael.

Michael quickly jumped behind Kitt as he took cover from the bullets

“Well, this went to shit faster than I thought…” Kitt said

“Not helping Kitt” Michael said as he returned fire

“Oh yeah, give me a second,” Kitt said as he summoned 2 small miniguns out of the trunk and fired at the goons, killing most of them.

“Since when could you do that?” Michael said confused, and honestly shocked.

“Since 1957” kit said as the goons shot the mini-guns out

“CALL FOR BACK UP!” one of the goons said

“ETA 3 MINUTES!” another one said

“We have to hurry!” said Kitt

“I’m going in after my sister!” Michael said as he got out of cover and started firing and killing goons left and right as he neared the front door

“BACK UP IS NEAR MICHAEL, WE HAVE 30 SECONDS!” Kitt ‘yelled’ out

Just as Michael got close enough to the front door, the whole mansion exploded sending him flying through the drive way straight into the perimeter wall, covering him in debris

“MICHAEL!...” Kitt said as he saw Michael fly from the shock wave, just then, backup arrived

“DAMN IT, I HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE AND GET HELP!” Kitt said and fired a missiles at the back up truck and goons, making them fly.

Kitt decided not to wait and see if he killed everyone before high tailing out of there.

MINUTES LATER

Various heroes appeared at the scene

“What the fuck happend here?” one of them said

“Look!” another one said as she pointed at the bodies of Michael’s parents

“Thunder Bolt and ThunderHorn!... executed with a shot to the head,” said the hero

“Look, there are many more people dead here,” said another one

“Members of the BloodPosse gang… are they behind this? How could they even over power them.

“Hey over here!” said another heroine

“A kid…” said another hero

“That’s their eldest son, Michael… ” said the hero

“He’s alive, but barely,” said another one

“Quick get him to the hospital now!” another one said as they picked him up and carried him away, as police officers arrived on the scene and cordoned off the scene.

Author's Note

Hey readers sorry if this seems a bit rough, but it'll get better, and yes this is cannon to underrated drakes story, he asked me to write this for his story