Deadly Descents: The 9.

Prologue

"I bet you can't beat me, sucker!", yelled the 12 year old Griff Simmons to his old pal Nate Logan. The two had been buds since the competition started, despite their difference in age, which was about ten years. Now the competition's over, the friends wanted to board some more. The plane brought them to the backcountry, which was basically ruled by Nate during the competition. "No way, lil' loser. I owned this damn peak. You are used to the sunny sides of peak 1, but let me tell you this: this is the real shit, mate! Have you seen the weather? It's snowing like crap. No way you can handle this shit, maybe we should head back to the base station.", said Nate. He was a big man, muscled of all the hard work he had done on the farm where he lived his young days. Griff on the other side was just a boy, with no muscles and just twinkly eyes. Nate had his worries if Griff could handle this slope, because he could never forgive himself if something bad happened to Griff. "Ha! You scared, big boy? I knew it." Scared? Nate was called Nate 'The Bull' Logan! Scared? He would teach that young brat a lesson! "OK! First down to the bottom wins. No rules! Just race! 1, 2, 3 and GO!"

Then he jumped out of the plane. The wind of ice almost knocked him down, but he was able to land the jump; 'the bull' could not be knocked out, especially not by the wind. He realized he forgot his goggles. Damn it. Well, he just had to be very careful then. The snow blew in his face and all he could see was white. Nothing more than white. Where is Griff? He decided that he had to move forward. He had to be very careful though, because this part of the backcountry was covered with rocks and in a hundred meter there would be gaps.

OK. Let's find Griff. Wait! There was Griff! He was just a few meters ahead of Nate. Thank the lord, Griff's safe, now it's time to beat him! He knew that in fifty meters there was a jump some pretty nasty gaps. 'Griff, be careful there! The wind can blow you away from the right course! Take the jump nice and easily!' He yelled at his bud, but his words were taken by the wind. 'See you at the bottom, loser!', yelled Griff. Winning has always been important for the kid. He would do everything to come out as the winner. Just like the time when he was a kid and wanted to win a soccer match so badly, so he stole the opponent's equipment and hid it in the forest. He did win, though. 'AAAAH! NATE! HELP!' The last things Nate saw of his pal were his eyes screaming for help, taken away ruthlessly by the hand of the Ruthless Jam, December 12, 2003.