i wish i owned minecraft

SPACE RACE

This is a new story I made up, yours truly by Jay the Furyminer. Hope you like, give your reviews please and if I messed up with the English, I'll be grateful if you inform me where. Enjoy

This is a tale, no, a tale is too short. It is a Legend, The legend of Jay and Dan. They were two brothers who travelled around the world on their Plasma bikes. Nothing could stop them in their search for power and speed except their family. Their goal, well let's just say it was to leave this earth and explore space on their bikes. They weren't evil to be exact but they weren't good either. The law was against them and they weren't in good terms with the bad guys, they took orders from no one. They went from town to town winning every race they took part in; earning money and leaving their challengers in stoke (steam and smoke).

All the fame they accumulated got to the far parts of the unexplored, dangerous desert in the east. They became something to be afraid of in terms of racing.

In the month of November near lakeshore city, they were ready for another race against a newbie racer who said he was from the east. That race was a winner takes losers bike kind of race. The two brothers took the challenge like they always do. They newbie had a low end bike and it seemed they had this race in the bag.

'Zwoosh' went the staler rifle and the race was on. We took the lead from the start and held it for the first few turns. He disappeared from the rear view reflector and a cloud of dust, steam and smoke trailed behind us. As the race started to leave the urban setting and approaching the "skies of squall", a great storm was brewing and we were just beneath it hoping it doesn't burst and get us all soaked because our waterproof clothe pellets weren't on us.

The finish was just ahead and our opponent was nowhere to be seen. We zoomed across the sky and we were about twenty feet from the finish when we heard an engine approaching, fast. It was like no other, sounded like ours but on steroids, like the formula 1 space racers.

Without thinking I changed my transmition to hyper drive, something done when travelling long distances and shortening that short distance, I risked cracking my plasma synthesis chamber(PSC) which would result in a huge EMP and I would be electrocuted. It was a risk worth taking, besides, neither I nor my brother wanted to lose our hard earned bikes to a newbie racer. I revved up my engine and jumped ahead of my brother. If there had been a speed camera, it would have come out super blurred. I didn't know how far behind our opponent was.

I sped through the finish and kept going for at least two kilometers when the bike stopped in midair and plunged me to the earth, solid hard earth. I survived with only a scratch on my right arm. If it wasn't for my brother setting up the fall resistant chassis for our bikes, it would have been totaled. It came out with only scratches at the base and a cracked PSC. The predicted EMP went off the moment I saw the PSC, then the electric shock which knocked me unconscious.

I woke up to the sound of police vehicles stopping where my bike was. I looked around to see a huge S-vehicle parking lot and a small shop up ahead. The cop came out and motioned to me saying "you know the drill, hands up." He walked up to me with cuffs. I could hear my earpiece receive a message.

My brother sent it; the earpiece played the recorded message.

"Hey bro, where are you, the dude is taking my bike, we lost. The finish line camera proved he won, he won my bike, and he says he's going back east, to a town called Skyrock, saying that's where he got his bike… call me back."

The cop walked up to me saying I was racing illegally and will have to come with him to the station to identify me, to see if I had done any previous illegal racing. I wanted to run but my bike had my prints and it would lead him straight to my bike mecka (mechanic) who would be arrested too for modding my bike. I wish I had a Teleprot (teleportation device). My bike did, so I simply patted my hip in the order of activation and whoosh, my bike was gone. The cop was now angry. I wish I had done this sooner and I would have run but the cop had me in his sights now.

I couldn't call back or else the cop might track my brother and arrest him too. What was I going to do? My bike was wrecked, I lost the race, my bro is losing his bike and has to walk home and now I'm being arrested.

Sorry it was so short but it's a start… hope you like it. I won't update for a while because of exams and all, but once we done with school, you and I will be best mates.