Signal raceway

Ruby waited for her name to be called, she was itching for her chance to get back on her precious bike. She wasn't the only one there, looking around she saw thirteen other racers, one of which she recognized. Lie Ren, an old friend and rival of hers, they were the two thinest people in the room, and with what they drove, being smaller and thiner was better. Noticing that he was asleep she sat right next to him and poked him in the head. Jumping, Ren shot up almost hitting his head against the wall had it not been for Ruby stoping him.

"Huh, oh, hey Ruby"

"Hey Ren, how's it going"

"Ugh, still kinda tired, figured I could get some shut eye before my turn on the track, made extra sure that my name was at the bottom of the list"

"Nora wake you up early again"

"No, she kept me up late this time, she drove out for a sprint in the city, took first, then being Nora, fell asleep on the side of the road"

After hearing this Ruby let out a small snicker at which Ren responded with a slight smile as well.

"But that's not the worst part, when I got there, she was out cold, locked in her car, I tried everything to wake her up so I could drive her home, but she just nodded off like nothing was happening"

"Sounds like a rough night"

"Trust me it got worst, I had to walk all the way back to the house, get the spare keys, walk all the way back, only to find she had woken up and driven her self home"

"Ouch, well that definitely sounds like Nora"

"Yeah by the time I got back, it was one in the morning, I just flopped onto the couch and fell right asleep, four hours latter, she wakes up and demands pancakes"

"Wow, and I thought I was bad growing up"

"You have no idea, she was way worse when she was younger, I kinda felt bad for her parents"

"Hue, no need to exp-

"Ms. Rose, please report to the track, and good luck"

"Huh, oh, coming, anyway get some rest, oh and did you try calling her before you left the house," looking back at Ren she saw him face-palm in shame as he had forgotten the obvious. Ruby walked out of the waiting room and into the locker rooms while trying to hold back bursting in laughter from Ren's misfortunate night. She quickly put on her helmet (by the way, it says 'eat my petals' on the back) and strapped on her gloves. When she was done she walked out on to the track and spotted a familiar sight, her 'crescent rose', her precious bike. Getting on it and turned on the engine, sitting there for a moment just to take in her favorite sound in the world. Pulling up to the starting line, she drifted off, the purr of her bike relaxing her mind as she prepared for the one thing she loved the most, the rush of racing. Coming back to reality, she saw the light turn green and sped off.

White Castle circuit

Weiss had waited for this day to finally come, years of settling with second place has no doubt left a once cheery girl to a cunning racer. Weiss was smart and had a burning desire to win. Her sister Winter was in fact the more famous of the two, she lacked one thing that Weiss had, ingenuity. Both were the daughters to the head of the 'Schnee Autos' company, both had a unique under standing of cars, but while Winter had a better racing record, Weiss had the better brains. In Schnee Autos, there were two types of cars, the aggressive wild 'Winter' series, and the smoother sleeker 'Weiss' series. The two took sibling rivalry to a whole new level. However today, they had both agreed to race their new designs against each other, and to add to that, the winner would become the next in line to run the company as agreed upon by their father.

"Madam Schnee, your vehicle has been prepared as you requested"

"Thank you, I will be there in 5"

The event went public, fans, sponsors and reporters came from all over Remnant to see this race. On the track stood two cars that looked remarkably similar, one could almost mistake both for being Winter's design. Once Weiss finished changing into her race suit, she made her way to the track. This wasn't a simple "win for the hell of it" race, this was her future. Walking out onto the track she was hit by a deafening roar of cheers. She payed no attention, her mind fixated on her finest creation, the 'blizzard'. The most aggressive looking Schnee model to date, it made Winters creations look like kittens. It was flat, short, curves like water, and barely street legal (think a Mazda furai and a Ferrari laferrari mixed). Weiss was proud to see her sister look shocked that the polite girl she knew all her life, just created a beast.

"What's the matter Winter, didn't think I could make a beast like you"

"Well, I have to say Weiss, even I never saw this coming, and I knew you all my life"

"You don't know everything apparently"

"Well no need to just stand here, let's give them what they want"

"Agreed"

Weiss waved to the crowd before entering her prototype and revved the engine. Inside, Weiss didn't hear a thing. Outside, the engine roared loudly and the crowd fell silent. She waited for the light to turn green, focusing on what was at stake here. Looking up she saw the red turn to the green she wanted and tore off, her head forced onto the head rest from the sheer power from the engine, this was gonna be a long day if she won or lost.

Eclipse apartments, Vale

Yang sat to watch the Schnee sisters race in what was the highest stakes race ever. She enjoyed watching the races, she even wished she could race again. However 'it' kept her off the track for life...

Flashback, six years ago, beacon raceway

Yang was racing in what she didn't know was her last race. She was well ahead of everyone else so she decided to relax, take it all in. She loved it, the whooshing air, the roaring engines behind her, the smell of gasoline. What she failed to realize is that she was drifting to close to the edge of the track. The next thing she heard was thuds telling her she was almost about to go off track and be disqualified, and in her compleat surprise, she turned to hard and was thrown off her bike. Skidding along the asphalt for nearly a half mile. By the time she woke up, she found out that she was in a coma for almost a week, had broken her right arm, her skull was fractured, four broken ribs, and that her legs were broken beyond repair. She had lost the one thing that thrilled her the most, she could have lost all her limbs in that crash and wouldn't care, but when her younger sister Ruby told her all that was left of her bike 'bumblebee', was just the front wheel, she almost lost it.

Present day, Eclipse apartments, Vale

Yang hated the fact that she could never drive the way she used to ever again. Thought she received cybernetic legs, she could still drive cars, but they were much to heavy to ride a bike and she didn't like rot race cars. Now looking back, she doesn't hate the fact that she lost because of her own fault, she considers herself lucky. After 'it' happened, she took a job teaching others the ways of the track. She figured that if she couldn't race anymore, she would help others take their place in the spotlight. She missed her old track days, but she was proud to be 'coaching' others, Ruby included. She would have kept watching the race if something didn't catch her attention, another street race was forming in the distance. She wanted to know which Schnee sister would win but she also had a guilty pleasure of watching semi illegal street races. The reason they were semi illegal, was because they had no rules. She got up feeling a slight pain in her legs that faded away quickly, got her car keys, and made her way to the usual race spots. Maybe this time she could get the names of the racers.

Crimson street, Vale

Blake had gotten out for a quick cruise around town after her plans for a simple walk to the park were ruined by Cardin. She took to the next best thing, driving. Making it to her favorite spot, she parked her car and pulled out a book. Finally relieved that she could do one of the things she loved in peace. She sat there for a minute before her phone rung much to her annoyance. Looking at the phone it said 'Sun' and she pick up the call.

"Yes Sun"

"Did I get you at a bad time or something"

"I was reading"

"Oh, should I call at another time"

"No what is it"

"Ok, there's a race forming up at the light and iron intersection"

"Alright I'll be there tell Adam to hold a slot for me"

"Alright, see you soon"

Blake hung up her phone and started driving to the spot she was told about. So many things rushed through her head. "Why can't I get into signal", "why is it so hard to make a living", "why must I take enter every race I hear about". So many things swam around her head until she got to her destination. Looking around she saw a familiar face, Adam. Noticing her, he walked away from his current conversation to chat with his old friend.

"Still don't know why you took this model"

"What, I like foreign cars with a bit of age"

"That explains a lot, so how have you been"

"Oh you know, getting by with all the winnings I get from just about every race I get in, enjoying my time going freelance"

"So guess you won't be coming back in huh"

"After that 'accident' a few months ago, yeah, don't want to ruin my already fragile reputation, so I'm out of the 'white fang' crew for good, plus those face masks are kinda annoying"

"Right, well good luck, your slot is right behind that blue 'Schnee' sports over there"

"Thanks, and Adam"

"Yeah Blake"

"Try to stay out of trouble"

"No promises but I'll do my best"

After the conversation with Adam, Blake drove up to her slot, ready for the shot to fire so she could disconnect from her horrible life as a faunus, to tear up the open road without a slightest worry. Up front she saw a Adam climb up on a truck, pistol in hand, ready to start the race. He held up is other hand giving off a count down.

5

4

3

2

1

BANG, and with that the rush started.