Slim: so you gave up on your last fanfic
Jim: never! ;^; I just need some off time thats all!
Slim: what ever
Jim: You're mean!
Slim: enjoy!
SULTAN, SULTAN, SULTAN!
The cheering of the crowd was like music to her ears. A small woman with a black jumpsuit with the name ´rider´ imprinted on it came out of a changing locker, her identity and gender concealed beneath her helmet which covered all of her face, her black riding boots clanged against the concrete floor as she made her way to her red motorbike, it was as sleek and fast as the day she had made it. She got on it and took a deep breath as she finally ignited her powerful machine. The crowds around her cheered on the name sultan as she made her way to the starting position, every rider around her gave her a dirty look and I'm not talking about a lustful look but a look that only wished on her the most excruciating defeat befall on her.
She paid no attention to the men around her as she took a pair of dog tags from her jumpsuit pocket and safely clasped them on her neck, one of the men whom had a bright spiked purple hair approached her and rudely took the dog tags from her neck and just stared at them.
"Soon these will be mine, the keys of speed" he sneered at but she said nothing just stared at the sky as if though he didn't exist "and to think I'll have my revenge in the place where we first met, déjà vu don't you think?"
She just answered with a tug on her dog tags and a roar of her engine.
"A good battle to you as well and don't get to attached to those I'll come to reclaim them latter on once I strip you of your tittle" the man walked away and got on his bike.
Every rider got back to their bikes and waited for the race to start, the great Nazca race was known for it's treacherous dunes and unkind weather on false move and you were as good as dead, but that never stopped nor did it scared her quite the opposite it made her feel alive and for the last year and half she was going to prove every rider in the circuit that women were just as strong as men even though her gender was the best kept secret the world had ever seen.
The light was green, time to see how much she could stretch her abilities, a hawk flew past her as she put the peddle on the meddle. As fast as the race started she was already in the first place and way in the lead, she smirked when she couldn't find that annoying boy that was badmouthing just a few minuets ago. Hours passed and not a single rider dared to mess with her but as she made her way towards the finish line something exploded in front of her and all the riders she took for dead or behind magically reappeared and were circling her and closing in slowly.
"Time to pay the bill Rider" they all yelled as each motorcycle crashed into one another creating a huge explosion that covered the track, for a few minuets the noise of the engines stopped before the form of a red runner came from within the smoke of destruction the Rider crossed the finish line but before she could do anything else she collapsed and a large poll of red fluid began to encircle her body.
In the hospital
So far so good she had just gotten out of the surgery room but the damage she took would keep her from standing not to mention riding for a good few months. She looked at herself, she looked like a mess and that was something she didn't want her family finding out about but it was of no use she was going to have to face them one way or the other. She looked at the dog tags in them were engraved the words 'Sultan of speed', a tear fell from her eye, was it worth it?
Yeah it was, up till some point