Toronto. Midnight. Silent. Until the roar of two Civic breaks the night like a pair of angry wolves!
Dirk Speedblood and Maxx Speedblood, Canada's greatest street racers and also brothers, were neck and neck as they pushed their cars to the limit along the Macdonald Cartier Freeway, blowing past slower traffic. No one had any hope of keeping up with the two racers.
"You won't win this time, Maxx Speedblood," said Dirk Speedblood, "You may be my older brother, but I'll show you what it means to have the heart of a racer."
Dirk Speedblood's aura burned brightly, like a star being born, but it was like nothing compared to his brother's.
"Just try and catch me," laughed Maxx Speedblood, his ice blue eyes twinkling with amusement as he watched his brother fall behind in his rear view mirror.
Dirk Speedblood's blood red 1993 Civic started losing ground to the midnight black 2007 Civic Si that his brother drove. "No!" he shouted, "This cannot be!"
He downshifted from 6th gear to 2nd, the engine revving up to 12000 RPM and howling like a wolf as his car rapidly started gaining again. The two cars were quickly coming up on the off ramp to the Don Valley Parkway, and Dirk Speedblood knew that he would have to make his move quickly if he wanted to win.
"Not good enough!" laughed Maxx Speedblood.
His driving skills were on display as he effortlessly drifted between the slower moving traffic, coming within centimeters of hitting a side mirror but never losing control. Even Dirk Speedblood had to admit that his brother had him outmatched. No! He wouldn't! Dirk Speedblood would push his car to the breaking point before he would admit defeat! "How could I call myself Dirk Speedblood if I gave up so easily?" thought Dirk Speedblood, "What would my name mean if I gave in?"
Dirk Speedblood downshifted once more, and his car's turbocharger whined like a jet turbine as the boost gauge hit 70 psi! He had done it! He was even with his brother's car as they went onto the off ramp.
Maxx Speedblood pulled his handbrake and went into an effortless drift, his hands expertly going back and forth on the wheel as his foot held down the gas. Dirk Speedblood was holding his own through the corner, his car staying perfectly parallel to his brother's.
"Amazing! That's the best twin drift I've ever seen!" thought the mysterious man in the Dodge Charger who had been following them.
But when they reached the end of the corner, Maxx Speedblood passed Dirk Speedblood and sped away, hitting the finish line a full car length before his brother.
"I almost had you!" said Dirk Speedblood.
"You never had me," laughed Maxx Speedblood, "You've got a long way to go before you have any chance of catching me."
Suddenly the mysterious man in the Charger got out of his car. "Well, I see the two of you have a little skill."
Dirk Speedblood gasped, "Who are you and how did you find us?"
"My name is Dominic Toretto. I'm putting together a crew of the greatest street racers ever for the greatest heist the world will ever see. Are you in?"
Maxx Speedblood laughed, "If you can catch me!"
He jumped back into his car and roared off, the Charger in hot pursuit!
Author's note:
Hi everyone! I've decided to try writing a story in the Fast and Furious universe! I just love cars so much and I think I've got a really great story to tell! Please review!