It was the middle of October, Bret and I were hanging out by the old sawmill smoking a joint. We just got some of this awesome weed from one of my good ol’pals; he said that this was the best on the east side of Toronto. I got a call from Brock.
“Hey dude you know that weed I sold you?” Brock confessed.
“Yea I remember the weed, what about it?” I replied.
“Well, it turns out that the weed belonged to this huge drug dealer, and he wants his weed back.”
“Well I hate to say this. But we already smoked the weed.”
“Well then, I guess you’ll be dealing with Kerg and his gang.” He hung up.
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Let me introduce myself, my name is Seth Conner and it’s my senior year at Toronto Secondary school. My parents got divorced when I was 13 years old; I’ve been smoking ever since. I live with my mom in an old apartment in downtown Toronto. The sky was onyx black, it was this day that everything went from bad, to extremely dangerous. Bret and I were sitting there smoking, when all of a sudden a black Mercedes S Class with black tinted windows pulls in. Of course we thought it was just some people who made a wrong turn and were trying to get back on the road, but the car was still as a rock. The driver kept eye contact until I looked away. When all of a sudden the doors in the back of the Mercedes open up and two six foot four guys wearing full black suits and carrying Ak-47s stepped out. I quickly whispered in Bret’s ear,
“Dude I think we better get going.”
“Alright, on the count of three we run into the mill, they will never find us,” he whispered back.
“ONE……”
“TWO………”
“THREE!”
We’re off.


My first thought was we’re not going to make it, and when I looked behind I saw the two men running after us.
“We’re not going to make it,” I said coughing.
“Do you see that car over there?” he replied back.
“Yea, what about it?”
“I think if we can make it there we can out run these guys.”
“Good plan, well take the car and make a run for it.”


Luckily the car wasn’t locked; it was an old 1989 beaten down ford f-250. There weren’t any keys in it the truck so we had to hot wire it. The truck had ½ a tank of diesel left but that wasn’t going to be a problem, because that was more than enough to get away.
“BOOM!” This massive gas take had exploded behind us.
“Dude we better hurry up or we’re going to be next,” I yelled.
“I know I’m going as fast as I can,” he replied.
We made it out of the gate when a second gas tank exploded.
“Where should we go?” I asked.
“I don’t know, but we need to get out of this city before the rest of them get us,” he replied back.
“We need to get to the highway if we want to make it out alive.”


We found the exit to the highway. There were thousands of cars so there was no way they would have been able to find us. It was getting close to sunrise and both Bret and I we're tired, so we both decided to stop at the local Super 8 and get some sleep.
“Take the next exit.” I announced.
“Alright.” He murmured back.


When we got to the motel we got checked in and went to our room. Our room was dirty, the walls were scratched, the paint was chipped, and the carpet smelt like something urinated on it. This was all we could afford so we had to make best with it. Drip, drip, drip, drip. That’s what I heard all night. We had just gotten awake and were walking outside. When we stepped outside we saw made our hearts skip a beat. The black Mercedes pulled in. We quickly ran to the truck, we had to get away from this motel before they get us.
“How did they find us?” I gulped.
“I don’t know dude, but we better get out of Toronto, possibly Ontario too.” Bret advised.
“I think if we make it to British Columbia, we can get away from Kerg and start a new life.”
“Then it’s settled, we’ll wait till they go inside the office and we’ll take their car and go.”


As soon as the guys went into the office, Bret and I rushed out of pickup and into the Mercedes. When we got in I was surprised that they left the key in the ignition. We turned the car on and left, we we’re about 3 km from the entrance to Highway 1. Once we got onto the highway we started west, where our new lives would begin. Little did we know that once we left the motel we we’re being followed. I was driving for what felt like hours, when suddenly the sign said,
“You Are Now Leaving Ontario”


I was happy to see that sign because I knew that we were half way to freedom. I had to stop for gas, so we pulled off the highway to the nearest gas station. To fill up the car cost us around $50.00 so I had to sell some of our weed so we could afford the gas. Just as we were getting ready to leave, another black Mercedes pulled in behind us.
“Hey Bret, do you see what I see?” I asked.
“What?” Bret asked dazed.
“Dude look behind you.”
“Oh crap! They found us!”
“Click, click, click.” I moved my head toward the front door window and saw the man knocking with his AK-47, he waved for us to step out. But I was not going to die today.


I quickly turned the car on, slammed into 1st gear and gunned away. My heart was beating like 1000 beats per minute. I had to get back onto the highway before they came to their senses and followed. We made it to Calgary by the 10:00, but I knew that if we stayed in Alberta we were still able to be caught. But we were both super tired from driving, so we decided to stay one night in Calgary and then leave before sunrise. We got a very good price on a decent room, the room was way better than the motel room we had in Ontario. I had a really good night sleep and I was rejuvenated for the rest of the trip into B.C. It was about 6:00 in the morning, when we left the motel. It was that hard to get back onto the highway. After about four hours of driving we hit the sign that said.
“Welcome to Beautiful British Columbia”


Once we passed that sign, I knew that we were finally safe. I’ve heard some really good things about Vernon, so I thought we should stop by and see what it’s like. Vernon was about 3 hours from the province line, so we had a ways to go. We stopped at this small gas station and I filled up. I wanted to check the truck and check whether there were any weapons or not. I was lucky that there were 2 AK-47s and 2 Combat Shotguns, I took the 2 AKs and got back into the car.
“Hey dude look what I found.” I announced.
“What?” he replied back.
“I found some weapons in the back; there were 2 AKs and 3 Combat Shotguns.”
“Nice, so what are we going to do with them?” but before I could replied the same black Mercedes pulled in.
“It’s time to end this once and for all!”


I jumped out and unleashed the full clip on their car. I killed both men who were in the car. I was so scared and worked up that I couldn’t move. Bret got out of car.
“What the hell happened?” spoke Bret.
“I wanted to end this chase, and I shot there car up.” I replied.
“Well we better get out of here before the RCMP show up.”


Bret helped me back to the car and we made our way from the murder seen. I was finally at peace knowing that it’s finally over, that we could start our new lives. When we reached Vernon I knew that I wanted to stay here. I also made a packed with myself, that I would never do drugs ever again.
“I’m going stay here and start my new life, and I want to know if you’re going to stay here or go onto Vancouver?” I asked.
“Well this place looks really nice and I wanted to go to Vancouver but I think I’ll stay instead.” Bret replied back.
“Then it’s settled. We’ll start our brand new lives here.”
Two Years Later.


It’s been two years since the shooting. I have seen some news articles but not much, we haven’t been visited by Kerg and his gang since, so I knew that he gave up. I have been cleaned for 2 years and counting. I decided to finish the schooling and go on to college. It turned out that Bret did go onto Vancouver after all so we could get better schooling. I love my new life and I’m really glad we got encountered by those two men or I would have never have left Toronto and probably would of died a drug addict. I’m going to school to be a Truck mechanic, and then look for a job in Vernon. There aren’t many but I’ll find one. I love my new life, and I would never change it in a heartbeat.