A Pizza Boy's Revenge

Story and original ideas by: A Person.

Tha disclaima, yo! -
I, A Person, otherwise known as Jeff Jackson Jr. the second, own no portion of The Fast and the Furious. I came up with
the conception for no characters introduced in the aforementioned movie. Please don't sue me. I'm extremely poor.

Domonic Torretto, the self-proclaimed King of Street Racing was buffing the wheels on his refined Dodge Charger.
The amazing speed demon he wrecked by not paying attention to his direction, and shooting himself directly into
that enormous truck like a protuberant bullet firing from the barrel of a gun. It had been completely renewed, but it
kept the same parts as the preceding version. It didn't need any new modifications added on to it. It was thanks
to Brian Earl Spilner that his life had been saved directly after he wrecked the remnant of his father. Maybe it
was Mia that was blurring his vision the entire time? (I can see why Brian liked the "tuna" there.)

He had a lot on his mind. But, all of the sudden, a hymn was heard. It was the smooth noise of turbos within a
high-performanced vehicle, and it was pulling into his garage. He didn't recognize the vehicle. It was competely
red, and it resembled a 3000GT Mitsubishi VR4. Out of it stepped someone he didn't recognize either. He wore
a Dominos Pizza cap and Uniform. Upon sight of Domonic, a flashback occurred within the man's mind:

"What the hell's going on here?!"

"Street's closed pizza boy. Find another way home!"

"God damned street racers..*growl*."

"I'm here to obtain revenge for the harsh words of your comrade a long time ago, Torretto!" snarled the man.

"What the FUCK are you talking about?" Domonic demanded.

The man reached into the open window of his vehicle, pulling out a machine-gun. He aligned it carefully with Domonic,
who was standing in front of his Dodge Charger. He let the bullets fly, Domonic being pumped with lead, and blood
spraying in all directions, even on the recently washed winshield of his Charger! The machinegun bullets shattered
the winshield of his charger, and the windows as well. It left many harsh dents and scratches on the vehicle, and
Domonic to lay upon it, dying.

"Now I have my revenge--UGH!" The pizza-boy yelped, as a knife went directly into his back.

"OH FUCK! SOMEONE CALL 911!" Vince yelled.

The End.