-1Description: A movie fic on the new Speed Racer movie from Racer X's point of view.
Property: Sadly, I do not own any these character's or Speed Racer. They all are property of those people who I don't know off my head.
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The deserted apartment was pitch black and barren of little more than random pieces of furniture. Through the tinted windows the house was visible bare of any personal possessions or photos. An oak door upon the house's north entrance was open silently as a figure, clad in black, came through. The quick moments that the figure stood in the doorway, he was visible in a small light above an alcove.
The man was tall is stature, likely six feet, and his strong build gave the impression that he worked well to keep himself in shape. Upon the figure's head was a mask, black just as the rest of his attire, except for a white x sewn upon it. Across his chest was a similar white x, a holster with a gun strapped just beneath his hip.
Racer X walked into his barely used condo, pushing through the screen and moving forward towards an adjacent room. Disappearing for a moment, a woman suddenly appeared before the door way and let herself in, closing the doors behind her.
The young lady was dressed in a beautiful silk gown and her soft, dark skin reflected in dim lights that had been turned on. Removing her coat and placing it onto a small hanger, Minx, one of the best engineers for CIB took a place on the soft comforter, waiting for her counter part to reappear from the bedroom.
Suddenly sounds of water and the slight slams of doors closing were heard through the home. Minx, brushing an arm across her face, sighed and reached for television remote. Taking note of the fact that her host enjoyed his long showers after a tenuous mission, the young African woman decided to entertain herself with getting up to date on the city's status.
The moment the large screen woke she was hit with news bulletins and breaking reports. Minx sighed once again. For a man who kept mostly to himself, he sure did enjoy his news on everyone else'. Quickly glancing through the channels of news, Minx chose one on the present race at Thunderhead Raceway.
Cartoons and advertisements flashed before her eyes and Minx picked herself. Walking to the small bar at the home's corner, she helped herself to a martini and an olive, grabbing a beer for her host when he reappeared.
Minx sat comfortable on the seat as cameras placed all along the curving track gave her an in-dept look into the race. The lead vehicle, a white T-180 emblazed with an exaggerated M, launched itself off the tacks, catapulting another T-180's into a sharp bend. The crowd went wild as three more racing cars exploded, large bubbles bouncing in the havoc.
Cameras turned back to the white T-180 as it spun through the track's dog bowls at an astounding speed. Minx raised an eyebrow, noting the excellent experience that the driver took each bowl as an advantage to launch his vehicle forward. The woman spectator took a drink from her glass and heard the power from the shower turned off.
Picking off the chair, Minx prepared to turn off the television where one of the announcer's spoke the driver's name.
"Speed Racer is gobbling up this track. It is quite clear that this young driver is gunning for the track record, set by his older brother, Rex Racer, almost ten years to the day. But we also remember the trial of Rex Racer those many years ago. The trial that nearly crippled racing forever."
Minx inhaled a portion of her drink suddenly, the name still ringing in her ears. Plopping back onto the comforter, Minx sat and listened to far too familiar story of how Rex Racer was tried for sabotage, illegal vehicle enhancements, and dangerous driving that nearly destroyed many driver's.
The story ended and the announcers returned to the race where the young eighteen year old had taken a far lead and was making his last round toward the finish line. A door opened behind her and an unmasked and refreshed Racer X appeared in long, black pants and a fitting shirt.
"Well, I guess you couldn't wait to take note of my alcoholic stash." Racer X's voice was light and humoured as her approached her. His face changed as he saw her watching the latest Thunderhead Race. Seeing how engrossed she was into the race, Racer X decided to join her. It wasn't everyday that a race that he did not participate in held her attention.
Opening the beer that lay beside his beautifully dressed guest, Racer X took a final glance at her and turned to the supposedly captivating race. The beer what was in his hands nearly dropped onto the white carpet as the screen showed the statistics on the race. Rex Racer's record, his record, was emblazoned on the board above the leading racer's time. Speed Racer was lit in large letters and his time was nearly the same.
A partially familiar T-180 lit the screen. The white Mach 5 was a near carbon copy of his Mach 4, besides the color and a few other car enhancements. Racer X, aka the supposedly deceased Rex Racer, watched in utter awe as his younger brother spun round the bend and raced toward the finish line.
Racer X's face lit with a slight grin as he noticed the Mach 6 slow at the last second, surpassing the track's record by a second. The crowd went wild once again, cheering at the Racer's victory.
Taking a hoarse breath, X leaned back onto the couch watching the young Racer drive into victory lane. X's eyes followed the man as he removed his white helmet and retrieved the large trophy. The young boy before them on the television seemed to stare back with his dark eyes and raven hair matted down by sweat.
Announcer's talked rapidly in background speaking in hurried voices. The Thunderhead announcer's familiar voice spoke through his mike, his words hanging in the air.
"Folks, I knew Rex Racer and you can bet if he's out there watching, he's sure proud of his little brother."
Minx smiled slightly, the adrenaline from the race fading. Her eyes turned toward him, her glass lingering in her small hand.
"He's going to be very good." Minx words rang in his ears and he sighed, taking a calming breath as the announcers began to converge on who the rising star would sign with. His eyes looked past the young woman at his side and lingered on his pride and joy. Behind layers of bullet proof glass was the Shooting Star, it yellow and black body shining. The black nine on its hood and side stood out and seemed to call out for a drive.
"No." X let the word mingle with the many other's that now burned in the air. Flashed of a past life shone in his vision. Working in Pops' shop with Speedy, his light mood keeping him smiling; driving with the young boy around the Thunderhead track after school and proudly allowing him to take nearly complete control of the red Mach 4's controls.
The present came back and X raised his head, his eyes looking back to the brother he never got to see grow up lifting the golden cup.
"He's going to be the best." Another deep breath and his eyes were once again focused on the car held off the ground on jacks. The show turned to commercial and an advertisement for Royalton Industries. X felt his mood grow sour as the CEO walked before the camera and showed the viewers his 'superior' racing vehicles. "If they don't destroy him first."
X placed his still full beer onto the counter and went into his room, roughly closing the door behind. Minx watched sadly as X retreated from the room. Getting off the soft couch, the young woman turned off the television and gathered the bag she had brought with her. Walking into the home's guest room, Minx settled into the soft comforter, her mind wandering. Her mind still a buzz with the day's events, she fell into a troubling slumber.
In the room across the hall, X lay in only his black pants on his back. Boring holes into the ceiling, the man lifted his arms behind his head and closed his eyes. The passing strain from the previous weeks' mission came upon the agent and he, too, fell into a slight slumber, his mind on the past.
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Author's Note: Review's are greatly appreciated. Should I continue or am I preaching to the deaf?