She walked towards the track, her face shrouded, eyes betraying nothing. Underneath her calm, casual illusion, she was tensed like a coiled spring. This was the normal Pre-race adrenalin, and this was what gave the streetracers the courage and the extra push to actually compete.
"Prepare to lose your title, Barmaid!" Yelled a dark haired woman, dressed in racing clothes that definitely wouldn't protect her in an accident, if you catch the drift.
The Streetracer shook her head, turning away from her 'competition' as she spoke.
"You'll be kissin' my fender by the end of this race, Steel. You know why you never win? Those boobs hanging out slow you down like a parachute." Her voice was emotionless, flat. She'd perfected this in her many years of Racing.
She jumped into her vehicle, and the other drivers did likewise as the count down began…
Five…
What was she doing?
Four…
This wasn't her.
Three…
Then what was?
Two…
She had so many identities, false identities.
One…
Her whole life… what was it really?
GO!
A lie.
She sped round the track, leading the racers from by a good space, and lengthening it all the time. The cornering was her biggest let down.
"Damn it!" She muttered, sliding wide on the third turn. The racer checked her mirror, seeing how her competitors were fairing. Steel was closing fast.
The barmaid pulled the vehicle into a dramatic power slide, taking it into an alleyway, one of the biggest perks of street racing.
There were so many short cuts, but no one new all of them… Apart from her of course!
Thirty minutes passed, as the racers dodged and drove round buildings and other abandoned vehicles. Steel smirked as she crossed the finish line, pulling herself from the car and wandering over to the tiny box, in which the elf who paid the winners was sat. He passed her the usual amount.
"I came first." She said flatly, pushing the money back at the man. He shook his head, and she growled, taking her winnings and turning to leave.
She watched Steel's departure from the shadows, chuckling at the other racers anger. She turned to leave, feeling empty inside. She'd won, but she hadn't, not really. She sighed. Her lives were lived at different ends of the law, by her as someone she wasn't. Now, she'd been playing it so long, she didn't know who she really was anymore.