Travis and Charley were considered outsiders, only being allowed in for torture and dismay. The rain had turned into snow and the sadness grew from a seed to a forest. As they walked endlessly through the snow, an SUV blinded Travis once again. This time, there was no glimpse of hope. Instead, there was only a shimmer of pain and captivity. Travis shuddered at the thought of being a city slicker and becoming one of them. He refused to settle for that reality. The SUV stopped and a man got out. He was wearing a black suit, which happened to be completely soaked from the snowy abyss. He unveiled a shotgun and pointed it at Travis before yelling to get in the car. Travis did as he was told, and Charley followed. Travis asked the man what he was doing, and the man did not reply, for he had a mouth of stone. After a couple hours, the car reached the city as the snow turned back to heat. The door of the SUV swung open and Travis was guided out with Charley at his side. He was walked to an elegant room full of smiles and smells of home cooked meals. It was strange, as it had been years since Travis was greeted nicely by the rest of society. When the event was over, he walked outside with Charley for some fresh air. Travis sat on the cement ground and hugged Charley as he cried with happiness, for it had been an eternity since he was treated this nice. All of this was good, indeed very good, but it seemed too good to be true. A reject of society and his dog had a Buffett in Heaven with kings and billionaires. Even though it was too good to be true, things got better. Travis was invited to the mansion of Hugh Stanley, a wealthy trust fund product with more cars than teeth. It was located high up in the hills, only being accessible by helicopter or a gold-plated elevator. Travis and Charley were picked up by a helicopter and within a matter of minutes, they were dropped off at the mansion. There must have been a million cars there, but no one was outside. Hugh opened the front door for Travis and Charley before embracing them with hugs. He spoke. "Most people assume that I'm selfish and rude because I come from a trust fund, and despite my lavish car taste, I am only kind and caring. Come with me." He led Travis and Charley to a room full of food, joy, and furniture.
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SWITCHBLADE TRAVIS
Ficción GeneralSWITCHBLADE TRAVIS is a western story where the world turns against the country lifestyle. A Cowboy gets too comfortable in his western life, causing problems for many people. DISCLAIMER: THIS IS FICTION.