[PROLOGUE]
Johnathan Stone is doing very well for himself, he's an accomplished young teen, whose talents in fighting led him to becoming a contester for state champion in boxing...
The road was empty, the backroads even quieter than normal.
Johnathan rested his arm on the open window of the truck, his calloused hands feeling a nice breeze from the late night wind.
"You're quieter than normal," Art said from the drivers seat, eyes distracted and unfocused on the road, his pants greased from motor oil. "The upcoming fight against Romero has you worried, huh?"
Johnathan looked up from his shoes toward Mateo, his fingers twitching slightly. "Is it that obvious? The fight will decide whether I become the next state champion or just another failure... I think it'd be impossible not to be worried." He smirks slightly. Even though he's nervous about the fight, the thrill of it never fails to excite him.
Mateo distracted himself in thought. "You're an amazing boxer, I know you'll make an impressment no matter if you win or not." He smiles brightly at Johnathan.
Silence takes the truck for a few moments before suddenly a white light flooded the road ahead. Mateo didn't react in time. The oncoming car barrels into them at full speed.
As they both see what's happening they yell in unison. "Fuck!" They both hold on tight to minimize any damage from the crash.
The truck barrels over sideways into the trees down below, rolling multiple times as the trucks engine catches fire. As the truck finally stops its uncontrollable barreling through the trees, it begins filling with smoke.
Mateo begins to climb out of the truck. "Shit! Johnathan, get out of the truck quickly, the smokes gonna make you suffocate in there!" He looks into the remains of the truck to see a spike through Johnathan's chest, which happened as soon as the truck started rolling into the trees...
Fueled by desperation, Mateo begins to drag Johnathan out of the passenger side in a desperate attempt to save him, refusing to believe the worst..
"Johnathan wake up! Wake up-" Mateo feels the pulse of Johnathan as he manages to pull him out of the truck, it has completely stopped. "Please, wake up.. Johnathan.. I'm sorry." Tears begin to fill Mateo's eyes.
The ambulances arrived and they rushed him to the hospital, trying to save him, but their efforts were in vain. Johnathan was pronounced dead at 9:30pm...