And so it began...
The strange kid let a few more hisses out of the spray can.
He threw the can aside, and admired his masterpiece. It was a portrayal of Sid Vicious, the long departed lead singer of the Sex Pistols. Under Sid's picture was written "In memory." The kid chuckled. Even he had to admit it was some of his better work.
Slowly he remembered where he was. The pastels of Rokkaku-Dai heights once again came back to his eyes. He knew this place well. It had been his home for at least five years. This was his turf. Screw the fact that these GG's got it from Poison Jam.
He ground to the bottom of the smokestack, when suddenly two people he had never seen before came towards him. One was a guy. His head was shaved, except for three small stubs on top that pointed upwards. He wore a sweater with the neck pulled over his mouth. The other was a woman. She was pale, wore skintight black pants and a tube top, and had an odd dragon tattoo around her navel. The guy spoke up.
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing, kid?"
The kid spoke up.
"Tagging, what's it to you?"
"You're on the GG's turf, kid!"
"What makes it yours?"
The dark woman finally spoke up.
"Enough of this. You don't have the balls to be doing anything like this!"
The kid considered his options. He realizes that the GG's were a powerful rival, and joining them could help him with his police troubles. But he didn't want to seem to eager.
"Alright, I'll tell you what," , replied the kid. "If I beat the guy with the turtleneck in city rush, I want to be in your little club."
Soda replied, "And if you lose, I don't want to see any more tags, you hear?"
"Gotcha,", "The kid replied.
And with that, DJ professor K came on to announce the race.
"3....2.....1....Go!"
And the two street punks were off. Soda did a boost dash early on and got in the lead as the went up the first flight of stairs. But he was unaccustomed to this neighborhood, and did not notice the telephone pool. The kid got on it. He ground to another flight of stairs, then ground a fence, and took a short cut through a trailer, to the chagrin of the people inside.
Soda used up his last 20 cans, and caught up with the kid, but just as they were neck and neck the kid did a boost. He easily beat Soda to the other side of the warehouse, and the race was over.
Soda had to admit that his ass had been handed to him.
"Ok, ok, kid! You're in!"
The kid threw his hand up in the air in celebratiom, but quickly put it back down, realizing he wasn't looking very collected.
Soda realized he hadn't gotten the kid's name.
"What's you're name kid?"
"The name's....Faction."
"Oh alright then."
"Follow me to the garage then, I guess."
Faction follows Soda and Cube through the large culvert that leads to the garage.