The Junkyard
The man groaned, his eyes fluttering open from a deep unconsciousness. He mumbled something incomprehensible, which could have been in any language. What happened? He thought, struggling to remember, I was bragging to Lani, about how swampland was 'my turf' and then… But the path across the water was clear- But I crashed! So… how am I still alive? And then his brown eyes finally registered his surroundings. He wished they hadn't.
He was floating, suspended in space, about three feet above the ground, which was red cracked Earth, much like the ground Highway 35 was situated on, but the hovering was not the thing that was terrifying. What was terrifying was the sky, which looked, well, wrong. He learned later that he had been staring into the face of infinity itself, but his human brain couldn't handle the perception of everything and had converted it into scary, weird, swirling colours. Then it got even weirder, as a portal, just like a HWY35 portal appeared.
An alien entered.
By this time the man was conscious of sounds- robotic sounds – coming from next to where he was hanging. Also by this time the man became conscious of the fact that he couldn't move his head from left to right, meaning that he had no clue as to the origins of these noises. Scary noises on either side, weird sky above, alien in front… If the man hadn't have had experience in dealing with the eerie and weird he would have been completely freaking out by now.
Welcome to The Junkyard. It was a voice in the man's head, a voice that was calm and kind of female. It was also pretty terrifying in its own right. I am an Acceleron, a creator of the Wheel of Power. This is, like a scrapheap, the place where the things that can be reused go. You failed in the race, but since you are not broken you will be allowed the gift of life and the possibility of being recycled in future. Your vehicles are ruined, but you are not.
"How long will we remain here!?" Cried the man, the first words he had spoken since his boast. His accent was thick, but his voice was slurred and tired. What the heck is going on?
You will remain until the Ultimate Race is won.
Then, a voice beside him, a cold, harsh, acrid voice, said, "How will we serve Gelorum? We cannot do anything unless ordered." The man froze. A drone!
The Acceleron spoke smugly. You'll just have to rust until your Mistress is sent here.
"B-but what about food?! The Wheel won't be finished for months! I, being human, have to eat."
This has been taken care of, the 'kindly' Acceleron said; you have been put into stasis during your stay here. You may get hungry, but you will not need food.
Greeeeaaatt… I feel so much better for knowing that. The man sighed. Thank you, Ms. Acceleron. You've really made my day. Oh, and a special thank you to you too Tezla. 'All tracks lead to the end' my bum.
The Acceleron smiled smugly. Enjoy your stay.
"But- WAIT!" The man cried, as the Acceleron left, letting the ex-realm racers fall to the ground. After a bemused two seconds, the Puerto Rican sprinted away from the large bloodcurdling hostiles. "Dios Mio!" He cried, understandably terrified. Ho' snap ho' snap ho' snap ho' snap… He repeated in his head, pelting as fast as his legs could carry him away from the creepy green and black robots. He gave another scream, and-
-Someone cried out his name from behind a pile of old cars that had been piled up to create a makeshift barrier between the makers and the aggressive elements of the unknown world. "Banjee!" the voice cried again, as Banjee vaulted across the wall, and landed directly on top of…
"Dresden? Alec?"
"Banjee!" The two racers cried together.
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This is a Banjee fic. Because he is awesome. Written by Jai, and critique is welcome.
Dios mio is so totally Banjee's catchphrase.