Authors note: this fan fiction is a sequel to my earlier fanfic Forgotten, and as such is set in the world of the World Race pack in comic book. Also I apologize that it took this long to make this fan fiction. I hope you enjoy!
Once again, the good doctor failed...
Sent in more drivers to the Swamp Realm, but none of them made it out alive, or at least he thought were alive and he was right.
Banjee, Kadeem, Lani, Alec and Dan were sent in and of course didn't make it. Banjee drowned in the Swamps by the water, Kadeem swerved out of the track and fell into a chasm never able to save his homeland, Alec and Dan seemed to be unaccounted for and Lani shared the same fate as the earlier female drivers, eaten alive by the Swamp monsters, her ponytail slurped up like spaghetti noodles and all and in the end nothing changed from earlier. As usual the Drones lost, while the Silencerz seemed...unusually absent...even for a covert group of racers like they were.
Tezla sat in his office, thinking about who else to send into the realms, but he needed the best drivers to send..
"If I sent in my worst drivers, how do I know if any of the other options would be useful?" he thought to himself "Ten drivers already sent in and each one has all but failed"
"What about Vert Wheeler" asked GiG, Tezla's robot assistance, "He could be of assistance, being the winner of the world race..."
"No, if I sent in Vert than I have to deal with...the Silencerz.."
GiG knew what he had meant "Vert's father you mean?"
Tezla just nodded...
"But perhaps we can risk that, then we might be able to get a Accelecharger then" GiG said "Other drivers like Taro Kitano would be useful in the realms as well"
Tezla knew that GiG was right, but should he do this risk?
"Okay GiG, we will"...
The coastal track in Compton, California wasn't new to the drivers who raced on this seemingly treacherous track, and for one driver, this track meant more significance to him than any other area he grew up in, having come down surfing across this area growing up.
That young man's name was Vert Wheeler, and two years ago had won the World Race, a race that contrary to the name was not on our world, but alternate dimension by way of the portal that lead to Highway 35, an ancient alien made track that whomever wins it would gain the Wheel of Power, a highly energized artifact that after Vert had gained for Tezla, had to return it back to it's place in a city Vert's friend Alec called "Hot Wheel City". Vert and his team won five million dollars for each person and after knowing the plight of a fellow driver's people, gave money all to his friend Kadeem. Vert wondered about how Kadeem was doing and hoped to meet him and Alec sometime soon...
His fellow drivers were at a common hot spot for them, a tourist spot to look out at the Californian coastline. It was beautiful, especially in the early morning period like now but he knew his leader of the Teku crew he was apart of wanted a race, a race for a sort of retribution for something that wasn't quite how it happen. But to the Teku leader Nolo, his feelings were more important than the facts at the moment...
"I know this coastal track Nolo, I grew up surfing around here and I can help you race on"
Vert was cut off by Nolo's laughter, deliberately ignoring Vert's suggestion..
"Nolo, I'm just trying to help out, I know this track back when I was surfing"
"Man, I knew how to drive, long before you could.." Nolo quipped back
"How?"
"Remember Vert, who's the REAL leader of the Teku"
Vert didn't feel like arguing at Nolo, he knew he was stubborn and knew that-being the leader of a racing team in the World Race-he could probably lead better.
He turned at a fellow World Race veteran and driver Kurt Wylde, who once started off as a unwitting spy for the Clyp without understanding what they wanted from him. He and fellow driver Harrison Lau redeemed themselves in the Final battle at Hot Wheel City and in the end saved the Wheel of Power.
"Kurt, you're friends with Nolo, try to knock some sense into him!"
"It's Nolo's call of racing Vert!" Kurt responded back, "I can't do anything with him about it"
"You Teku are going to fight, or race?" said a familiar voice, belonging to Billionaire, Hobbyist and World Race veteran Taro Kitano. While he never trusted Kurt due to past events in the world race, even after his "redemption", he still maintained his friendship with Vert despite their differences on teams. Taro and Vert and some of their fellow drivers on each of their teams seemed to understand that the bad blood between some of the rival driver wasn't entirely black and white as Nolo would make it out to be...
As this went on, a heavily modified racecar roared up the same coastline , it's driver had a burning passion to set things straight with a certain person...
"Look what you've become Markie!"
"YOU'RE NOT MY BIG BROTHER ANYMORE, YOU ARE COMPLETE SHIT, LIKE ALL OF YOUR TEKU ASSWIPES!"
"Markie, just stop!"
"THE NAME, IS WYLDE!"
All but two of the remaining drivers of the Metal Maniacs had arrived, lead by a 25 year old named Tork Maddox, a heavy lifting, competitive, but kindhearted African American man. At his side was his lifelong friend Taro Kitano and the young, jumpy but Skilled Mechanic "Monkey". His real name was Mitchell Mcclurg but dare mention his real name and he'd wouldn't take very kindly to that...
Nolo got into his race car, inherited by his older bother Tone and has he turned in the ignition key, his now year old memories flooded back...
"You want to take my place Nolo?"
"But bro, I know I can beat Tork in a race, just let me try it out?"
"You wanna be the leader now little bro?"
Likewise Tork began reminiscing on that same night one year go on that race just before the race started.
"Taro, that Teku won't even make it to the finish line, he's not good enough for his own good."
"But Tone does have some spark going on, I think he's good as you"
"No, I'm better..."
But the one memory that was clear to them was what happened on that race, though the pieces didn't quite add up
That night, Tone and Tork were racing across the streets of Compton, seemingly going on as usual for their races..Nolo watched from the side as the final lap was taking place...
One moment, Tork and Tone were reaching a curve, all seemed fine at first until...
Nolo didn't want to think of it anymore, he knew what he saw and he was going to take Tork down for killing his brother...
Monkey tinkered with the road lamp, attempting to power it on to begin the race...The red light started..
"Monkey hear Tork, is the road clear yet?"
Then all the sudden, Wylde showed up to the race, looking angrily at Tork.
"Dammit Tork, why didn't you tell me we're racing with the Teku?!"
"It's to settle the score Wylde, Me against Nolo"
"YOU PROMISED FROM THE START, I WANTED IT ALL YOU KNEW THAT!" Wylde snapped back at Tork and went on his way.
"Yes Monkey, we're clear now"
Slowly the light changed to yellow, Nolo clutched his late brother's necklace on his stick shift, Tork just prepared...
Within seconds, the light changed to green
"Here they come!"
And the race begun...