The Clan
Chapter 1: Pilot
Disclaimer: I do not own Subway Surfers, but if the creators want to have a court battle, BRING IT!
Sssst. Sssst. "Awesome spray painting Jake".
"Shut-up moron, I ain't finished", I whisper yell in annoyance.
I turn around to grab a different bottle of paint when I see a cop and a pit bull. "Oh well", I say as I toss my spray paint cans aside and run. The cop grunts and the pit bull barks but I keep running, until their voices are just echoes in the distance.
Tweet! It seems our little game has begun.
It's a sunny day in Chicago, perfect weather for subway surfing. So far I'm not having much trouble, and I can run at a fairly slow pace. It seems I only have a few trains to maneuver. I run my hand along the ground as I run, collecting as many coins as possible, they'll be useful later. I switch lanes quickly to avoid a train; I then jog on top of another train to collect more coins. As I run off the train a glint of blue catches my eye, it's a key. They are extremely difficult to manufacture and even more expensive. How it got there, is a mystery, but it hardly matters. I bound towards the key full speed, which is probably the stupidest thing I've ever done.
Wham! My right knee smacks into the barrier and I tumble to the ground. My vision is clouded with white spots as I notice that the cop and his dog are a lot closer than I thought. As he waddles his fat body over to me he furrows his eyebrows furrow in concentration. "Subway Surfer", he mutters in disgust.
"Damn right", I hiss as I jump up and run. I squeeze the key in my palm and thank my lucky stars I only fumbled. The cop blows his whistle again, this time so loud my ears ring. I think we have both come to the same conclusion, this isn't a game anymore. He has gained some ground since I fumbled, he might even think he has the advantage. He is wrong. My clan of Subway Surfers doesn't play by the rules. I quickly roll under a barrier and grab a jet pack. "Oh my gosh Johnny, you so do not suck",I yell as I fly into the air. It is never a burden when he places a jet pack on the track for me to use.
"Neither do you man", he yells back.
I do a quick spin (for style) and give my feet a breather. All too soon my jet pack runs out of juice and I tumble to the ground. I continue running. The adrenaline I usually have before a run has begun to wear off, and my breaths become raspy and labored. I feel as if I can't run anymore. I check my watch to see what my score is so far. That is when I stop running. I slam against a moving train.
The cop gives me a hard shake and then tosses me over his shoulder as his dog barks excitedly. I pound my fists against his back halfheartedly as I pounder my score.
My personal record is 899,998.
The world record is 899,999.
Today, I got 900,000.
Since I was caught, my watch prepares to take my picture and store my new score. I turn my head and smirk for the camera; I'll get Grandpa to alter my picture later, so it looks like I'm standing up. I am suddenly dropped to the ground. I then see a dozen subway surfers jump out from the shadows. I turn my head to see the cop and his dog out cold. "That was some run dude, I can't wait to see your score" I look up to see Johnny smiling at me. I get up off the ground slowly, then, without a word, I show him my watch.
I wait for his reaction. He gasps in delight. I can sense him smiling at me as I swagger back home. He never fails to disappoint.
(A.N.): If you were wondering, Johnny and Grandpa are OCs. Oh, and don't feel robbed, romance, adventure, drama, angst, humor, and more action will be coming next chapter, along with another character from the actual game. The next chapter will be coming soon and will be longer. I hope you enjoyed the chapter and feel free to like or follow me or my story. Critical, demanding, and good reviews are welcomed and appreciated as well.