Speed Demons
By TimeAndLife21
Speeding around the track, a young woman the age of 11 whooped as her favorite street racer came around the corner passing the finish line. Crowds of people shouted praises and screams of happiness as the tricked out Turbo Eclipse skidded to a stop. He came out and smiled for all the people as they took pictures on their camera phones and cheesy polaroids. The 11 year old pushed through the crowd and ran up to the man.
"Jesse! You did it!" She shouted at she jumped into his arms.
The man, Jesse, beamed a smile at the little girl. He was a fairly tall man of 27, brown hair with a red streak in it; hazel eyes glittered in the flashing lights of the night, his brow matted with sweat.
"You're right lil' sis! I won!" He shouted over the crowd of people.
He placed her on top of his shoulders as a scantily clad woman gave him a Gold trophy. This was the best night of her life. He brother won the Silver Street Race of the decade. He went against Tom 'Green Drive' Hanson, the maddest racer of the streets and top champion of the Mission City downtown slums. Jesse 'The Golden Comet' Moreshower was given an Invitation to race against the Green Driver. She had never been so excited in her whole life.
"Sinéad, let's go home." Jesse said as everyone started to pack up and leave for the night.
She nodded furiously and walked alongside her brother. "Hey Jesse! Can you teach me to Street Race? You've already been teaching me to make a car and how to fix it…I want to learn to drive!" She said as she swung on her brother's arm.
"Okay! I'll teach you when you are older okay?" He said smiling brightly at her.
"Aw…I wanna learn now! Now, now, now!" Sinéad whined as she shook her curly bright red hair back and forth.
They both stopped by the yellow muscle car that was dotted with light brown spots. On the front of the hood was a Cheetah in a pose that looked like it was ready to pounce.
Jesse looked down at his adopted little sister. Sinéad was adopted 5 years back. Her birth mother was a 15-year-old Irish girl who never wanted a kid. So she gave her up to the local orphanage in Ireland and never came back. She was always the smallest of the children, mostly because her birth mother did some drug usage during the pregnancy. But thank the Lord above that she was born okay. The Morshowers adopted her when she was 6 years old, the woman of the orphanage claimed that Sinéad was not the child that the Morshower family wanted, but they put up a fight and they got her. Jesse thought his adopted sister was so cute that he let her follow him wherever he went.
She seemed to have picked up his hobby of fixing cars and improving them. She even helped him out and he taught her how to trick up a car and make it the fasted there is. She was 10 when he introduced her to Street Racing.
"I promise that when you are older, I will teach you how to drive okay?" He said as he kneeled to his little sisters height.
"You promise?" She asked with her green eyes shining with unshed tears. He lifted up his hand and flicked out a pinky.
"Pinky promise." He said smiling. She hooked her pinkie with his and both siblings shook on it.
"Hey Comet!" A rough voice said. Jesse stood up and stepped in front of Sinéad.
"What to you want Driver?" He said coldly. The burly tanned man stopped in front of Jesse. He was wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans with worn sneakers. His sunglasses covered his eyes; he had tattoos on his arms.
"I just wanted to say…" He sneered. "Good Job. You have talent kid." He said putting out a hand.
Jesse looked confused as he placed his hand in Driver's, shaking uncertainly.
"Thanks…I think." Jesse said slowly. Driver smiled and took off his glasses. "Listen up kiddo, you are lucky I'm not one of those street racers that hold a grudge. I'm a good sport when it comes to racing, others…not so much. Here." He said as he tossed something silver to the young man.
Jesse observed the silver trinket that was given to him. It looked like a thick class ring, but it had a black gem in it. Etched on the sides were wolves.
"That ring has my signature on it. Show it to anyone here in the lower side and they will know you are under my jurisdiction." Driver said as he took out a cigarette. Jesse was confused.
"Why?" He asked. "You have talent in racing kid. I'd hate to see you get killed if other drivers want to shoot you off the pedestal." Driver said as he puffed out a cloud of smoke.
"My brother is the best driver ever! He will never lose a race!" Sinéad said as she stepped out from behind Jesse.
"Sinéad!" Jesse said as he clamped his hand onto her shoulder.
Driver smiled. "Who's this lil' chica?" He said as he bowed down to her height.
"My sister." Jesse said as he pulled her close, still a little wary about letting his sister talks to the guy.
Driver straightened up. "So you think your brother is the best racer Chica?" He said smiling. She nodded vigorously, her hair bouncing with the motion of her head. Driver nodded.
"I can vouch for that. Listen Comet, you are welcome her in the Downtown anytime, just stop by my warehouse from time to time for the upcoming races." He said as he took out a scrap of paper and gave it to Jesse. After that, Driver walked off.
"Goodbye Comet! Hope to see you real soon." He said as he got into his car, started his engine and drove off.
Jesse looked at the paper and stuffed it into the back of his pocket.
"Jesse, are you going to keep racing?" Sinéad pleaded as she got into his car and snapped in. Jesse got in and leaned back. Sinéad cocked her head to the side in worry.
"Jesse?" She whimpered.
"Yeah?" He asked.
"Are you gonna keep racing?" She asked again.
Jesse looked at his little sister. He took in her innocent face, her long curly bright red hair, her emerald eyes and that splash of freckles that dotted across her cheekbones and nose. He nodded sighing, "Yeah…I'll keep racing, Lassy."He said smiling at her pet name.
She smiled brightly. "Awesome! I can't wait to race like you!" She said wiggling in her seat.
Jesse smiled. Maybe when she's older she'll surpass him. He can't wait till that day. To see his little sister feel the adrenaline in her veins and the ecstasy of speed in a car. He couldn't wait to see the day when she could drive his car and win her first race. He smiled to himself as he turned on the radio, the song "Not Gonna Get Us" By Tatu, her singing to the top of her lungs.
"Sinéad, I'll teach you everything there is to racing…you can count on it."
It was raining. It was a dark day for the Morshower family. After spending one month in the hospital, Jesse Morshower was dead. On April 7th, was the day they buried a precious son, husband, brother, and friend. A red haired young woman was standing next to a burly tanned man who was smoking a cigarette. Tom Hanson growled lightly. He knew what happened. A jealous street driver sabotaged the racing car, cutting a line that was crucial to keep that car from overheating. He felt a slap to his arm and looked to the side. Sinéad, Jesse's little sister, now 22, glared at him, tears flowing down her face. He huffed and threw the cig down and snuffed it with his dress shoes.
The Morshower family was mourning the loss. But no one was taking it harder than Sinéad. Over the years, She and Jesse were close. Despite the age difference, they loved each other just as like family and always family. She was at the race excited for Jesse "The Golden Comet" Morshower, to cross the finish line for another race won, but before he even reached that line, his engine overheated, and exploded. Tom had to restrain her from running to the destroyed car to get Jesse out. She bit, scratched, screamed and cried her heart out as she saw the death of her brother. Even as they were lowering the casket into the ground, Tom looked at her and she was trying so hard not to cry. The tears streamed down her face and her lips quivering as if she was holding in a sob.
Her family left after his grave was filled. She told her family that she would see them when she got home. Her mother gave her a tight hug before going into the limo with the rest of the family. She stayed behind with Tom and his crew, the Black Moon Wolves. They paid their own respects. Saying that Jesse was the best street racer in the US. Some said that he was a complete jerk and ranting on about how he was such an idiot before they broke down in their own ways; others threw a fit that he shouldn't have driven that day. It wasn't until Sinéad went up to her brother's grave and kneeled into the wet grass. She didn't care if she was getting her $150 dress dirty. She didn't give a damn at all.
"Jess…you have no idea how much I miss you right now. In the hospital, all I could think about is you pulling through. I really believed that you would wake up and smile your damned bright smile and laugh it off like it was nothing. But you didn't…" She croaked, her throat was raw and sore.
"Why did you die on us? You could've lived and we'd still be racing…" She broke off. A hot anger raged through her chest. "I will find who sabotaged you. I guarantee it. Driver will help too. I promise you." She said as she gritted her teeth. Her anger subsided as she traced the headstone that stood proudly by his grave.
Jesse "Comet" Morshower: Beloved Son, Husband, Brother, and Friend. 1970 – 2008.
She will find his murderer, one way or another.
Sinéad woke up with sunlight in her eyes in her room. She groaned. It has now been almost 5 months since the death of Jesse. She threw herself into work. If she weren't working at the James and Silver Law Office, she would be down in the warehouse district with the White Moon Wolves upgrading the cars that the fellow racers of the Wolves would win. With Tom "Green Driver" the head of the WMW, he made sure that the racers they have are clean. It has been a rough month. Tom was dealing with a new talent that was constantly dealing and doing drugs. The talent kept promising that he will go straight by going to rehab, but that hasn't happened.
Today was her day off from the office, so she decided to lie in bed for about 15 minutes. She finally got up as her niece came into her room and crawled up onto her bed.
"Auntie…can you make me breakfast today? Grandma and Grandpa left for work and Mommy is at a friend's house." The little girl said.
Sinéad lifted her head at the little brown haired girl. She just turned eight last week. Her brother's daughter, Kayla. Sinéad placed her hand on her niece's head and ruffled it.
"Okay Kay, how about some French toast today?" Sinéad said as she stretched in her bed. Kaylay gave a beaming smile, the same smile that Jesse would give her. Her heart ached still for her brother, but her niece is slowly filling that hole.
"Okay! I'm going to watch TV! I think My Little Pony is on!" She said as she crawled off the bed.
"Don't take too long Auntie Sin!" She said as she ran out the door.
Sinéad shook her head and finally got out of bed. She looked around her room. Posters of rock bands and cars were pinned to the walls. Her teenage years she was a hell of a grease monkey to the extreme. Not only that, she listened to music like AC/DC, Scorpions, Bon Jovi, that and the more modern rock bands like Papa Roach, Skillet, Saving Able, Stained and Rise Against. She looked over at her full-length mirror and saw the woman that she is. She was fairly full bodied, due to her Irish heritage, and she was pale with freckles. Her thick, bright red, curly hair reached to the middle of her back. When she was younger she hated it, but because of Jesse, she loved it. It made her different. She was wearing red and grey boy shorts and a black sports bra. She attempted a smile at herself but it turned into a grimace.
She walked away to her bathroom and took a quick shower. After taking an orange scented body wash and cleaned her off, she got out, only to slip and fall onto the floor.
"Ow." She said as she got up onto her knees.
She sat on the mat and rubbed the side of her head. She could feel a bump forming.
"Always the clumsy girl Sinéad." She chided herself.
After putting on her grubs, she went downstairs and started on the french toast for her and Kayla. She would have to take her with her to the Warehouse downtown. Her mother, Jamie, works three jobs, one graveyard shift at a storehouse, morning shift for a restaurant, and the afternoon evening shift as a CNA.
Sinéad's Grandfather works for the Military. He never says anything about what he does, but he would take care of Kayla for a week and then return her back at John and Sarah's place. Sinéad lived in an apartment in the city, but come to the parents place during the weekends.
"Auntie Sin…are we going to Uncle Tommy's today?" Kaylay asked as she grabbed her milk and washed down the food she ate.
"Yeah, we are." Sinéad said as she leaned back and popped her back.
Kayla squealed. "Yea! We get to see Uncle Tommy!" She said as she got up and ran around in excitement. Tom was like Kayla's surrogate uncle. He's pretty sweet on kids.
"Okay, let's go." Sinéad said as she placed the plates away. She hoped that today was a good day.
TAL21: If you haven't noticed, i have changed my name. I got sick of TwilightAnimeLover21 (I lost my taste for twilight, it has never been the same) and i still love anime, but not in a fanatic way. Anyways, this just popped up in my head while i was working on Silver Heart, and this came to mind! This will probably will not be started on until i finish Silver Heartbut we may never know. If it sounds sucky let me know so i can try to improve it. Anyways, i hope you leave detailed reviews (Even though this is is a temporary chapter/story for now) but it will go into the transformers universe in the next chapter. Hope you have a great monday! :D
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