Black. Black smoke clouding the evening sky.

The screeching of tires as he saw his car drive off.

Burning debris all around him, but he could still see the look on his face, when an Aston Martin drove to the sidewalk, and the driver gave a sinister smirk before driving off into the night.

"How did it all start? What happened?"

Few months ago...

It was a mainly empty track in the afternoon, the Motorsports Race Park. The reason for it was it was rented out. Why? For practice.

At the starting line of the Thunderbolt Raceway track, a white Subaru WRX STI sat, its 2.5L AVCS Turbo engine humming lowly, while the driver...wasn't paying attention.

"As I walk through the valley of the shallow of death, I take a look at my life and realize that nothing's left. Cause I've been blastin' and laughin' so long that even my momma thinks that my mind is gone."

In the driver's seat was a young man, with short but wavy hazel hair, grinning as he lip synced the song on his light blue Ipod through his white and red earphones. His fingers tapping the dashboard with every beat.

"Tobey!" he heard over the radio, loud enough to get his attention and getting him to take out the earbuds. He grabbed the phone in the cupholder "What's the problem?!"

"Maybe your yelling?" He quipped, smiling to himself.

"Hurry up and show them what you got!" The female behind the phone yelled, to which the driver sighed, and put both hands on the wheel as the next song in the playlist started. Black Betty.

He put the petal to the metal, the 600 horsepower causing the rear tires to spin, before it began to drive down the straight away, reaching 97 mph. On the first corner the driver steered to the left, going to the outter side of the first turn, before pulling on the E-brake and stopping the rear tires. He stepped off the gas and steered right, before stepping back on the pedal and drifting into the inside and leaving a smoking trail. He exited the turn sideways, easing the car into the outside, until steering into a deeper drift to take another, steeper corner. He went through the the corner, going straight past the corners of the track.

Meanwhile, a woman with brown straightened shoulder hair and bangs stood in the observation deck with a man with black slick back hair and a shaven beard, watching as the Subaru went through the track at impressive speeds.

"He's good." the man, Marcus Taylor, stated with his arms crossed as he watched the car.

"The best in the family." the woman, Arizona Carsen replied with a smile. "Hard headed, but still..."

"And you're sure he can do this? What we're doing is risky." the man stated as he looked at Arizona.

"You have a few hours left until this goes down. Unless you can find someone in a few hours..." she gave a shrug as she watched her brother run through the track, in and out the corners without losing much speed.

After about three laps, the Subaru drove into the pits, stopping by a man in a leather jacket, with combed but slightly grey hair and a greying hazel beard. He watched as the boy got out with a smile. "Ya did good, kid."

"Thanks T." the driver replied.

"I was talking to the car."

"Of course you were, Pops." the young man walked past the man he called Pops, a smug look on his face.

"I told you, don't call me pops. It makes me feel like an old man ya know." Tobey stopped walking, and turned around to the greying man.

"How old are you again? 80, right?"

"52, but still, show some respect to your elders?" the man, Tony said as he walked over to Subaru. He popped and lifted the hood, looking over the AVC engine.

"Good job, you two." Marcus greeted them, grinning as he clapped his hands together. "You ready?"

"As ready as possible." Tobey shrugged.

"I got it as close as I could to the main car, which isn't easy at all." the greying man stated, smiling at his work.

The client smiled and rubbed his chin. "I thought so. But, as long as he can drive," he pointed to the hazel haired driver "I think we're golden. You know the plan?"

"Of course." Arizona walked in with her hands on her hips and a smile on her face. "He can't really forget."


Later that night was the time of the event. A comunity race, made to show off the next generation of racing.

Different cars from several manufacturers lined up, exotic or futuristic, yet lacking in some form from each other. They were either powerful with little weight or too techie with not enough power.

But there was one car that was the perfect balance.

The silver Ford Mustang with blue stripes over the hood roof and trunk, resembling a Mustang Shelby GT500 Super Snake widebody. It's 3.7L Ti-VCT V6 engine humming with its driver behind the wheel with a grin on his face.

He revved the engine through the gas pedal, hearing the beast roar with 900 horsepower. It made some of the other crews jump, and the audience was already cheering.

But just then, a man with short wavy dark blonde hair with a shaven beard stepped along.

"Hold on partner! Calm down, we didn't start yet." It was local millionaire, and creator of the Ford Manufactured car, Jason Shelby.

"It's just something my old man taught me is all." Tobey said with a massive grin on his face. "We wanna hype the crowd, right boss?"

To that, Jason gave a nod with a smile. "Well, I guess we don't want the people bored. Am I right?" he then calpped his hands together and took a look at the car. "And I know that the people won't be disappointed. Because I have the best car, and the best man for the job, right?"

The driver just nodded.

"Good." With that he turned to walk to the pits, before suddenly stopping. "One more thing, don't mess up my car."

Tobey let out a soft chuckle and rolled up his window when he heard a familiar voice come over his earpiece.

"You clear?" Arizona said over the radio.

"Yeah, he bought it. You got that truck in position?" He asked with a raised brow.

"Yeah. You think that tech's gonna work?"

"I made the thing! Of course!"

"Tobey, be serious for once!"

"Hey, I'm in a multi-million dollar car. Let's give these people a show." He revved the monstrous engine while looking and the lit up digital HUD.

The lights turned red.

Then yellow.

Until...

GO!

Each sports car began to drive, the Mustang giving little wheelspin in its all-wheel-drive transmission. It stuck to the asphalt, speeding in the crowd of racers and reaching 98 mph with ease.

The first turn soon came up, and Tobey hit the brakes, quickly slowing the next generation race car, and pulling into the inside of the corner. Getting out the corner, the Mustang passed a rival racer, and Tobey grinned. He shifted gears, ready to take the next corner.

As the crowd watched, his crew got into position for the big moment. The hazel haired woman watched from the back of the stands, smiling softly as she watched her little brother go.

"Next lap, go for it!" Hearing that over the radio, Tobey grinned wide and shifted from third gear to fourth, and ran through the straight away and reaching 100 mph when a trailer truck carrying a ramp suddenly bursted from the gates onto the track.

The Mustang hit the ramp, and flew into the air, out of the stadium and onto the street. The driver hit the brakes, stopping the tires of the Mustang and making the car screech to a stop.

Tobey sighed softly and let out a laugh. "Told you it would work, sis!"

"Stop bragging and move! We'll meet at the rendezvous." Arizona spoke over the radio.

"On it. Lets see what this thing can really do..." he slammed on the pedal and moved. The Mustang flew down the different streets, reaching 120 easily. Then he heard sirens. From both sides of an intersection four police cruisers slid into the scene, boxing him on every side.

Already it seemed like nowhere to go.

"Zoey!" Tobey screamed into his phone for his sister. "Help, I got four boegies! I'm boxed in!"

"Got it. Keep them on your tail and I'll do the rest." She stated.

His speed had decreased drastically. They boxed him, and forced him to decelarate as efficiently without damaging any of the cars.

That was until the roar of a 6.2 L V8 Hellcat engine and the sudden black Dodge Challenger had slammed into the rear police cruiser knocking it off the road with a rollbar indent.

The driver of the Mustang saw, and let out a soft chuckle. He grabbed his phone, and began speaking. "Thanks sis! I owe you."

"Then get out of here. I'll keep them busy." The woman replied over the radio. And he did. He slammed down on the brakes and the Mustang stopped almost on a dime. Sliding out the cop's grip he stepped on the gas, taking a turn down an alley, into an abandoned warehouse.

A cop car drove down behind the beast, and Tobey groaned. There was no way to get away!

Then he saw the open entrance, and the lever right in front of it. The vision had filled his head already.

He steered to the opposite side of the lever, coming up fast. Just yards away and closing in fast he turned towards the lever, before quickly ripping the E-brake and turning the other way. Just as he did, the rear bumper tapped the lever forward. The the silver Mustang drove off onto the road.

The officer attempted to follow, but the roof of his car was met with a metal garage door falling on top of him.

"Yeah!" Tobey cheered at himself, feeling self accomplished. He picked up his phone and dialed Tony, who answered immediately. "T, I got the car. Zoey's distracting the cops. Get the truck ready, I'm coming." He hadn't gotten a reply. Something odd. He put the petal to the metal, zooming down the street.


Only minutes later he arrived, parking just outside a big alley way with a truck and trailer in the back. He called Tony again, and let it dial.

But in the dark, light from a phone illuminated a body. A limp body in a blood splattered leather jacket. The young driver recognized it immediately.

Quickly he opened the door to the Mustang and stepped out, scammering to the greying man. "Tony!" He shouted as he slid down to his knees, grabbing the Tony's shoulders and shaking frantically. "T, wake up!"

Then the body came to life, breathing erratically. "T-Tobey...go..."

"Tony, it's okay! Just hold on!" The hazel haired boy promised, finding the place where he was shot and putting his hands over it, staining his palms.

The roar of a Ti-VCT V6 engine filled the alley, and the man who unleashed it was none other than Marcus, standing by the next generation Mustang with a smug smirk. "Gotta say, good work."

"Marcus!" Tobey shouted as he got onto his feet and stepped forward. "What are you-"

"It's called betrayal. Something that runs in this business." The client stated, before chuckling.

"Why?!"

"Money. Duh." He sighed before setting a foot in the silver Mustang. "I'd go into detail, but..." He began as he pulled out a 9mm Beretta.

Tobey could only freeze. It seemed like the end, but Marcus had a better idea. Why kill him, when he could spend the rest of his life with this entire sin on his back?

With that the traitor turned his sight to gas tank on the side of the trailer, and pulled the trigger.

Tobey took quick notice, and turned his attention back to the trailer. Visions filled his mind of what happened next, and he began to run towards it to Tony.

BANG

The bullet was already fired, and the bullet already flew through the air. It had hit and ruptured the gas tank, and with a spark, exploded, taking the entire trailer, as well as the figure, now consumed by flames.

He did his best to cover his eyes, falling back with heavy breathing. Rubble everywhere. He looked back, seeing the Mustang peel away into the night.

But all he could do was watch. Watch as the man he knew burned. A man he arrived to be like. A man he considered a mentor. A friend. He was on his knees, screaming out at the top of his lungs until police had arrived.

"Dad!"...


That was only a few months ago. When everything was taken from him, and he was put in hell. Not for his crimes, but for the crimes of another.

His sister hadn't visted. He used his phone call to tell her to stay low. She was bound to get in trouble if she tried to see him.

He hadn't attended Tony's funeral. He heard it was a small turn out though. Most of the people he knew before were dead.

It was only until today he had any visitors.

As he took a seat in a chair, in front of a glass barrier. On the other end was Jason Shelby, grabbing the phone on the side. Tobey did the same.

"Nice show, ya know?" Jason started, grinning. "I didn't want the audience bored, and you delivered. It costed me 2.6 million dollars, but they weren't bored."

Tobey hadn't said anything. His look was enough to tell him to get to the point.

"Right." The billionaire tapped his finger on the desk. "Where's the car?"

"Marcus Taylor has it. Probably sold it."

"I see..." Jason said with a sigh. "You're useless." He hung up, and went to get up. Then he stopped in thought. He sat down, clapping his hands and picking up the phone again. "You want revenge, right?"

The young driver gave a nod, a serious look in his eye.

With that look, the millionaire nodded with a grin. "Yeah...this'll work."


A/N

I probably got some stuff wrong, like engines, car models, guns and all that stuff. I am aware, but I did my best, so don't complain with it please.

Cast list

Tom Holland as Tobey Carsen

Rachael Taylor as Arizona Carsen

Liam Neeson as Tony

Chris Pine as Jason Shelby

Hugh Jackman as Marcus Taylor

Also, I used the Mustang from the Need for Speed movie, because I figured that looked like it could be used as a next generation Mustang. So please, spread this around, review, share thoughts.