CHAPTER 1: The race

Supercross race, St. Lois

Frank Degron started up his 450cc ,four-stroke Honda number 300, and revved the engine. He strapped his HJC helmet on and glanced to his left and right, He saw a red bike with the number 666, shook his head then saw nothing there. Nine racers to his left. Ten to his right. A guys bike suddenly roars to life, thus causing Frank to jump, that guys bike number was 11 and he rode a Yamaha. He turns to one of his mechanics next to him.

" I have a bad feeling about this race Tod" he killed the bikes engine and leaned back.

" Don't worry about it man, if you win this will rank you first in the AMA standings." said Tod while he patted Frank's back.

Frank suddenly dazed forward into a type of "premonition"

Premonition:

Frank leaned back forward and kicked his back, it roared loudly as he leaned forward. A hot lady holding up a sign then shifted it sideways and went off the track, that meant five seconds until the starting gate dropped down and the race started. But before it went down Frank heard a blood curling scream.

" What the hell?" Frank said astonished. He turned to see that everything was just calm. He shrugged and looked forward as the gate went down. He hesitantly drove forward, letting the other riders go by. He past the holeshot line then opened up the throttle and zipped forward. He went over the first table top, after seeing what is over it, he wished he never joined this race. There was a pile-up of five riders stacked in front of him, but luckily he went around them, he started to get confident with himself now, I guess Tod was right, nothing to worry about. Thought Frank, but to his side a bike comes whipping through the air and smacks Frank right off his bike. His bike kept going and flew over a berm. His bike was lunged forward and hit another biker. That guys bike went at 70mph and hit a support pole, holding up a score standings at the top ceiling of the indoor Supercross track. The pole cracked, causing debris to fall from the ceiling ( big chunks of cement) followed by the huge score standings electric box. Everything fell onto the track, Frank couldn't move because his feet were pinned into the dirt from another guys bike. A racer in front of him was screaming in pain as a piece of debris fell on his arm, then another smashing his face. Another rider gets crushed by a piece of cement. The others were dead from a crash. He looked to his left to see that Tod was pinned to the ground, coughing up blood. Frank glanced up and saw the score standings falling right towards him, he yelled...

After premonition: Frank snapped back to reality, he threw off his helmetHe glanced left and right to see the same amount of people like who he saw before. Then the Yamaha startled him again. The number was 11 as wellTod grabbed him by the shoulders.

" What the hell are you thinking?" Tod said lifting him up.

" They- They're all gonna die... In... A crash, the ceiling collapsed and everything.!" he moved back and held his head, he breathed heavily.

" Your just nervous that's it, now get your ass back out there!" hepointed to the starting gate.

" THEY ARE ALL GONNA DIE! EVERY SINGLE ONE!" Frank threw his helmet to the ground and left. Eight other racers leave the starting gate, but leave to different areas. There numbers were: 189, 231, 90, 58, 24, 34, 65, 12. Four of them had Hondas, two had KTMs, and two had Kawasaki. They left, and so did Frank and Tod. You hear an announcer saying " look at this folks, nine riders leaving the track! Looks like eleven are left, get ready for a good race!

" Frank, what the hells wrong with you! There won't be a fuc-" he got interrupted by a loud crumbling noise, they both look at the stadium to see part of the roof collapsing down. Frank put his hand over his mouth and fell to the ground.

" Oh my god!" said Frank as Tod brought him up. Frank just stood there dazing at the stadium.

They open up the car door to a Chevrolet red pick-up truck. Frank strapped his bike on the back and went in the car. Tod drove.

" Okay explain again; What happened?" Tod asked, no answer. Frank just stared out the window, in guilt.