Wipeout Story/ Fanfiction attempt 2
Chapter 1
You'd think nowadays that people in communities and neighbor hoods are all the best of friends and whatnot. Things like annual festivals, weekly shows and get together happen due to the people of the community respecting one another. It's just one of those so called towns was the complete opposite to how today's society is. Full of rivalry, hatred for one another and sabotage. It's just like any other day in Vineta K. Almost classed as a city, if it had a cathedral which unknowingly didn't exist due to war 25 years ago. Hot, clear skies only added to the stress and mob like crowds of Vineta K's occupants; most people just wished for solemn wishes, tranquility and mostly peace above all of the people. But who knows, such wish may be granted in the near future.
It was the year 2097, a hot 34®c in Vineta K and everyone was going through chaos of the rush to their jobs. Low powered Jet powered vehicles roamed the streets. Hover bikes twisting and slithering like a serpent in the jungle weaving through the traffic of the streets. Takeya was one of those unfortunate people, stuck on his "only just road legal" hover bike, sputtering gas like a pig taking a crap. Clenching his handlebars tighter and tighter the patience of waiting for the traffic to move was getting to him, slowly unwinding the rage boiling inside his mind just wanting to escape the torturous wait. Car horns blared in his ears bouncing of the inside of his helmet only to deafen him more to the point of not being able to hear at all.
"Fucking come on! Move already road hogging twits!" sounding his own horn as his words were drowned out by everyone else. All he wanted was to get to his work office, type on a keyboard and answer calls for 8 hours before returning home. That was life to him: wake up, shit, shower, shave. Eat food then work then come home and do nothing till the next day. Finally after half an hour of his precious life wasted in exchange for waiting, the traffic moved about 4 car lengths forward. Takeya was relieved it had moved finally despite it being such a short distance. Only he didn't know what was in store for the position that his bike was in. What he didn't know, was the fact his bike had stopped directly on a Weapon Pickup Grid…