Hey everyone, this is Larose.

This'll be the first story I ever make, so some positive feedback is greatly appreciated.

For now though, enjoy the story!

Remnant's Wind

Prologue

"People don't come to the races anymore... They hadn't come in over a hundred years... Not since we developed the suits." - Crank

This quote was the first in a small video given to the champion of "Kinetica," a city reborn from the ashes of an economic depression known as the "E-FIRE". In a dark room laid a lone dusty screen playing said video. The audio was cracking, just barely making out the bits of the old robotic voice of the robot, Crank. Sitting in front of the screen was a figure that could barely be made out in the darkness. They sat there, attentively watching and listening to the old racing robot's documentary about the history of the races and the suits. As the video came to an end, one final quote rang out in the figure's mind:

"Assuming you come back... Assuming you want to stay on top... But you can't fool old Crank... You will be back... Your kind always comes back..."

Afterwards, the screen went dark. The lone figure just sat there in silence for the next few minutes, those last words echoing in their head.

"Oh yeah, Crank? Just watch, I'll be the first to leave this never ending hell you call a race." the figure thought as they got up and left the room. Stepping down outside down a long metal corridor, they reached for the door leading to the outside. A loud creak echoed throughout the hall as the door opened, revealing the bright lights of Macropolis. The city lights and billboards lit the surrounding buildings up like Christmas lights. In the light, certain features of the mysterious figure could be made out. Chin length brown hair draped across its face and deep green eyes peeked out from behind the bangs. A tight navy blue bodysuit wrapped around this person, who at a glance looked to be 5'6" in height, fairly short for someone like them. Pieces of cobalt blue armor adorned the bodysuit, covering the figure's shoulders, forearms, crotch area and lower legs. Each step they took made a slight clanking noise from the metal they wore.

As the figure walked down the dark streets, another person appeared from the side of the building.

"So... You plan on leaving this place then?" a female voice spoke out. This new figure stood out much more as she walked towards our mysterious recipient. Short red hair with sharp bangs covered her forehead, piercing red eyes met the figure's deep green ones, her face decorated with red lipstick, and her athletic built body donned a tight red and silver two piece bodysuit leaving her lean belly exposed. Her face had a sad expression on it as she looked at her person in blue.

"You know as well as I do that these races have to end. As long as the champion isn't present for the next few seasons, people will have to look to work towards something else to move them forward," the person in blue spoke, their voice sounding young and smoothly. It was hard to tell if they were a guy or a girl, since the tone sounded somewhere in the middle. "If these races continues, I'm pretty sure we're all gonna lose our minds."

"You do know that Crank will know if something is wrong and if the races can't continue as he planned. He'll stop at nothing to make sure you're there at the next starting line," the woman said with worry in her voice. She had been one of the first few people to have met this person since they had started racing in this hellbent tournament. She has seen the hardships they had gone through and was happy to see the results get them to the top, but at the cost of so much pain and torture. She knew as well as all her fellow racers that the suits didn't come cheap; their bodies had to be modified to be able to handle the power the Kinetic suits put out. Not all of those modifications were pleasant either, and to see someone so young put through that torture was too much to take. "The media will announce that the person who beat Crank at his own game went missing, and he will search everywhere for you. He knows all the places to look, so I don't think you'll be able to run away from him so easily," she said as she walked up to the figure, placing a hand on their shoulder.

The person in blue merely look up to the skies. "I can find away to avert his gaze. Nothing's impossible, all it takes is a bit of ingenuity," they said as they walked past the woman in red. She turned to stop them, but was stopped when they look back at her.

"Don't worry, Cera. I've already found a way to escape. You don't need to worry about me anymore. Just keep yourself safe and live a normal life from now on," the figure in blue said with a sad smile on their face. She knew that whatever they were thinking of, it wouldn't end well.

"But, what will the others say if they knew about this? You know how Ava is, she'll be one of the ones you make cry the most," she said desperately.

"I know, that's why I can't pull you guys into this. Since all this started, you guy were like family to me. Kinda funny thinking back on it now since we were trying to kill each other in each track," the figure said with a slight chuckle.

"But-" the woman started, but was stopped when figure placed a hand on her cheek.

"I said not to worry didn't I? Please, do this for me at the very least. Also, tell big sis Ava that I've found my own way out of this nightmare. Hopefully this puts an end to all of your's as well. Just tell everyone to live out normal lives from now on and to not worry about me anymore. I'll be fine..." and with that, the figure left down the street and turned into a nearby alleyway.

"Larose, wait!" Cera shouted as she ran after the figure in blue. But, as she turned into the alleyway, she found that it was deserted. A cold wind blew as she stood there, alone.

"...Please, be safe..." she said as she walked away, tears in her eyes.

Well, that's a little taste of what I had planned.

I know there are a few people out there that are familiar with the 2001 Racing game, Kinetica. I wanted to try to bring an old favorite back from the dead.

Anyway, thank's for reading and lemme know if there's anything that could be improved. This isn't a perfect first prologue, but a good test.

Till next time.