So, I was listening to music and this one shot formed in my thinker-thing-what-ever-it-is.
Uhm. Yeah.
Anyways, it's based off of the song "Face Down" by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.
I gotta be mean to Zelda in this one and it'll suck to write.
Zelda: Don't make me come over there.
Yes Ma'am
Zelda: Just write you fool. I'll deal with you based on how much I cry during the course of this one-shot.
Maybe I shouldn't be mean to Zelda in this one. I like my head where it is. Both of them.
All crude jokes aside. Please enjoy this story and lemme know what you think about it. Reviews make me want to keep writing these kinds of stories... I don't like reading/writing one-shots... But this one was too tempting to pass up.
Ladies and Gentlemen
I present to you
Face Down: A Songfic
I was driving home from another tiring day of school. Today had been more tiring than usual, seeing as every single one of my teachers decided to spring a test on me.
Fun.
I turned up the radio and floored it. The little four cylinder in my 1986 Toyota MR2 screamed and the back wheels squealed slightly. I didn't even care about how fast I was going. I glanced down at the speedometer and I gasped.
It read 100 miles per hour.
I've never gone this fast before...
I don't know if I can handle this speed...
Screw it. I've been driving for 2 years. I should be good.
I let off the throttle a little as I prepared to take a curve in the road. Just as I got around the bend, a rather nice 1971 Dodge Charger roared past. I stared it for a moment before pulling the emergency brake and drifting around to begin following it. I floored it. Once again, my little four cylinder screamed.
The Charger was pearl white with black rims. That's it. I guess sometimes simplicity is the best thing. I pulled up behind it and slowed down. He was doing about 75 and obviously didn't even have the throttle a quarter of the way down.
He pulled into the convienience store about half way down the road. I followed suit and pulled into the parking spot next to him. He got out and walked straight over to my car.
"Why'r you following me?" he questioned, obviously a tad bit annoyed.
"I just wanted to talk to you about your car, man. 1971, right?" I said, raising my hands to about eye level. He eyed me for a moment before nodding.
"Do you mind if I see the engine?" I asked hopefully. He thought for a moment before reaching into the open window and popping the hood. He walked over to the front and opened the hood and then beckoned me over.
"383 Stroker. Custom built," he said with a smirk. My jaw nearly hit the grille of the car.
"How much horsepower does it build?" I questioned. Jesus. I'd hate to have to put money on beating this thing in a race.
"668," he said. Again, my jaw nearly hit the grille of the car.
He laughed and patted me on the back. "It's alright, kid. I know it's a badass car."
I nodded, mouth still agape.
"So what do you have?" he questioned, glancing over at my car. "Never seen that emblem before."
"1986 Toyota MR2," I said.
"Toyota?"
"Yeah. It's pretty awesome," I said with a laugh. "But not as awesome as this thing." I added, tapping the driver's side fender well.
"What kind of engine does it have in it?" he said, walking towards the hood. I laughed at him. He scowled.
"What?"
"Engine's in the back. MR2 stands for Mid-Engine, Rear wheel drive, 2 Seater.
"Well, where's the engine?" he asked, getting annoyed.
"Sheiiiiik, hurry up!" a feminine voice yelled from the charger.
"Hush you!" he scowled. She stopped talking.
I glanced into the car and saw a rather beautiful blonde sitting in the pasenger seat. His girlfriend, I assume.
"... Anyways. Here, lemme show you," I said, walking towards the back of my car. I pulled open the grate just behind the rear windshield to reveal the little beast of a four cylinder that this thing had in it.
"115 Horsepower, supercharged 1.5 L. four cylinder," I said, giving the engine a once-over.
He did the same before chuckling a little bit. "If I were a betting man, I'd say that this could out run my car any day of the week."
I stared at him, dumbfounded by his bold statement.
"Shall we test it?" he said with a smirk.
I thought for a moment. If we got caught by the police... We'd both get jail time for street racing. Ah, fuck it. Let's go.
"Let's do it."
We pulled up side-by-side at a red light.
He revved his engine with a deafening roar.
I tried to replicate it but only produced a feeble wheezing noice from the supercharger.
The light turned green and I slammed the gear shifter into first and gunned it.
Second... Third... Fourth... Fifth... I was out of gears. He was still in third gear and was only about 20 feet behind me...
All of a sudden I heard a BANG.
I spun my head around to see him turning his car off to the right. There was smoke pouring out from the cracks in the hood.
He pushed it too hard.
He slung a rod.
He killed that 383 Stroker.
He, for some reason, made it a point to call his girlfriend out on yelling at him the whole time to 'Floor it!'
I scowled at him. He should have known better.
"Dude, you fucked this thing up. Bad. Like, really bad," I said, shaking my head.
"No shit, Sherlock," he retorted with an angry look on his face. His girlfriend just sat in the car staring at her lap.
"Do you guys need a lift?" I asked. It kind'a was my fault that he blew up his engine; us racing and all.
"Yeah, she does," he said, shooting a glare at the girl in the car.
I nodded and walked over to the passenger side door. I knocked on the window and motioned towards my car. She nodded and opened the door.
"C'mon. This day's been hell already," I said. She nodded and solemnly walked over to my MR2.
"Before I go, what's you're name?" I said to the guy.
"Sheik. That's Zelda," he said, pointing towards the girl leaning against the hood of my car.
I nodded and walked over to the driver's side door of my car.
"Hey! You forgot to tell me yours," he called. Oh, right.
"Link," I called back to him.
I slid into the seat and motioned for Zelda to get in. She nodded and got in.
I waved to Sheik and started my engine. He waved back and turned back to the smoking engine infront of him. I shook my head and put the gear shifter into first and took off down the road.
After a while I glanced over at Zelda "Where to? Kind'a just been riding around so far, seeing as you've been so quiet that I almost forgot you were in my car."
She flinched and held her hands up as if to block some sort of oncoming attack. I frowned, "Why are you doing that?"
She dropped her hands to her sides and let out a rather lengthy, and shaky, sigh. "Sorry. Force of habbit."
I deepened my frown, "Habbit?"
"D-don't... You d-don't need to kn-know..." she stumbled.
"... Alright."
I pulled into the driveway of her house and saw who I presume is her father standing in the doorway. He looked at my car with a confused look, and only looked more confused when Zelda stepped out of my car.
I turned off the engine and walked with Zelda up to the door of her house. Her father was staring at me. I felt rather uncomfortable.
"Zelda... Who is this?" he questioned.
"His name's Link... Sheik blew the engine up in his car and Link here stopped and offered to give one of us a ride home. Sheik said I should go," she said. The man nodded and stretched out a hand for me to shake.
"You have my thanks, Link."
I shook his hand and turned to walk away.
"Wait!" I heard Zelda say from behind me. I spun around to look at her. "Thanks, and here's Sheik's number. You seem to know what you're doing with cars... So could you help him out with his?" she said. I thought for a moment and then nodded. "Thank you!" she squealed and then hugged me. I felt really uncomfortable now.
After being released from her grip, I waved goodbye and walked back to my car. I started it and drove home.
Nothing else really happened.
The Next Day
I called Sheik up and asked if he needed any help. He said yes so I was on my way to go help him out. He had somehow gotten his car back to his house, so I had to get dirrections on how to get there.
I pulled into the drive way and saw Sheik and Zelda leaning against his car. Sheik's face was contorted with anger while Zelda looked like she had just gotten hit. She was holding her jaw and on the verge of tears.
I turned the engine off and greeted them with a simple "Hello." Sheik scowled at me and opened the hood back up on his car.
"Slung a rod through the block. Engine's toast," I said after inspecting it for a while.
Zelda started to cry a tad bit.
... Why was she crying?
...
That's when it happened.
Sheik turned around and yelled, "I TOLD YOU WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF THIS ENGINE WAS DONE FOR!"
He swung at her.
He hit her in the jaw with enough force to make her spin around and land on her face.
I lost it.
I ran over and jammed my elbow into the back of his head, making him stumble. He flailed around and growled at me.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"Defending her." I said coldly.
"Let's see how well you defend against THIS!" he snarled. He pulled out a chrome M1911 from his belt and aimed it at me.
My blood ran cold.
I heard Zelda scream in terror. Sheik turned to look at her and I took the opening to lunge at him.
I jabbed him in the stomache and we struggled for control of the gun in his hands.
I used my spare hand and jabbed him in the abdomine. He fell to the ground, clutching his abdomine.
"You got a lot of guts, kid," he growled in pain.
I glared at him and put the gun to his head. I cocked back the hammer.
"I could kill you right now," I snarled. Zelda flinched at the word "Kill."
"You're too scared to. Don't want blood on your hands, eh?" he laughed.
"No. You deserve to die." I said with a snarl.
He flinched. I took the gun from his head and shot the concrete next to him. He yelped and glared at me.
"Zelda, how long has this been going on?" I questioned.
"... A-about t-two w-weeks after we s-started dating ..." she stammered out.
I cocked back the hammer again and put it to his head.
"How long have you been together?"
"Two years," Sheik growled.
I jammed my knee into his chin and he fell back on the ground. He groaned in pain and glared at me.
"How many times has he hit you, Zelda?" I demanded, rage boiling in my blood.
"I... I lost count after the first two weeks..." she weeped.
That's it.
This motherfucker is going to die.
I dropped the magazine to the gun and ejected the bullet in the chamber. I slid them into my pocket and threw the gun to the side.
"On your feet."
He scrambled to his feet and swung at me. I side-stepped and slammed my right elbow between his shoulder blades. He growled in pain and tried to hit me again, this time opting for a kick.
I grabbed him by the ankle and twisted, making him spin and fall flat on his face.
"You have no idea how to fight, do you?" I laughed.
He yelled in rage and charged at me. I smirked and raised my fist. I didn't even have to reel back. He just ran face-first in to my fist, making him fall onto his back once again.
That one did it. He was out cold.
I glanced over at Zelda. She was huddled up into a ball, crying her eyes out.
"Shhh, it'll be ok..." I said, walking towards her. She flinched and huddled closer to the vehicle. I stopped mid-stride and stared at her.
I went too far.
Way too far.
I sighed and walked back to my car.
"W-wait!" she called. I glanced back over to her and she was on her feet now.
"I... I wanted to t-thank you f-for... for... teaching Sheik a l-lesson..." she stumbled.
I sighed, "I went way overboard with it. He might need a doctor."
"N-no! He can s-stay like that... The asshole had it c-coming..." she said, shooting a glare at Sheik.
She brushed back a few loose strands of beautiful blonde hair and smiled at me. My heart melted. I never really noticed how cute she was until now...
I walked over to her and pulled her into a tight embrace. She flinched for a moment before wrapping her arms around my back rather timmidly.
I suppose she never had someone being nice to her until now.
I'm always the odd one out. Whether good or bad.
We got into my car and drove off to find her house. I turned on the radio as we went and a familiar song came on...
Do you feel like a man,
When you push her around?
Do you feel better now,
As she falls to the ground?
We only just met.
But I could tell this was going to be more than just a friendship.
Boom diggity! There you go guys!
That was my first One-Shot EVER. I think it went rather well... Tempted to make it into a full-on story... But I might just make a sequel.
Sorry for posting this instead of Life is Hard... I just hit a brick wall with chapter four... I'll have it out next week, sorry!
Zelda: I swear to god. I will murder you.
Uh oh, I think I'm about to get shrekt...
Until next time you guys!