Okay. Before you start reading this, just want you to know that i don't want to update/continue with this story anymore. I might, however, take this idea and convert it into an original plot (non-fanfiction) on my fiction press account (account link on homepage).

Thanks for reading.

'And Nightshade wins again! 25-83 coming right after her and last but not least Firewing coming in last.' the announcer screamed as 3 creatures emerged from the mechanical jungle.

The first one that emerged was a girl who looked human except for the fact that she had cat ears. This was obviously Nightshade: the only girl to ever compete in the infamous SSR (Solar-Surfer Races). The SSR are illegal but it's twice as dangerous and twice as thrilling then the legal ones with tracks and rules.

Second was similar to an elephant except it stands on its hind legs and isn't as big, otherwise known as 25-83. He wasn't so happy that he came in second; note the hair-pulling.

Then a creature with red bat-wings came out even more pissed then 25-83.

'If Firewing loses one more race, he's outta here for good. No pressure, eh Firewing? Alright-y then! Next up is Purple-Stripe facing psych—it's the police! Run for it!'

Screams and sirens and footsteps were all anyone can here. All the SSRs were busy trying to cover their face. If the police saw them, they can track them down. Nightshade had her sunglasses on and her board in her hand. It was hard to see since it was dark out. Everybody was waiting for Nightshade's signal.

'NOW!' Nightshade screamed and everybody started their solar-surfer and flew off. If everybody were to leave at once, the police would have trouble gathering everybody. Even if they did at least get one of them, the SSRs are sworn to secrecy. They can't tell the police who else was in on it. If they did, the price is to drink the wine of eternal slumber.

The SSR is getting smaller and smaller… Nightshade thought as she saw 25-83 take-on 2 police officers.

Every racer to herself Nightshade thought bitterly. She's happy that 25-83 is being taken to custody.

He doesn't belong here. How he managed to even get in is a mystery. Must have taken a hell lot of money Nightshade smirked and headed for the trees so she can have a change of clothes.

After a couple minutes, Nightshade emerged from the trees with her 'so-black-that-it-turns-blue' hair in a messy bun and two strips of hair framing her naturally pale face. Her amethyst eyes outlined in thick eye-liner brought out the colour even more along with her mahogany lips. Her outfit consists of black baggy cargo pants with combat boots, a white spaghetti top and a black jacket to top it all off. She stowed her 'Nightshade' clothes in her messenger bag, got back on her solar-sufer and headed for her house.

Wonder what's gonna happen to 25-83… thought Nightshade, who is now known as Angela Hayland. Morbid thoughts came to her of how they would torture him at the station. Whatever he gets is too good for him! He should've known better then to mess with me…

A loud noise came from somewhere above her head and she looked up. A space ship could be seen hurdling toward the ground. Meh, I got time she thought and headed toward the crash.