A Different Race
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"No, no, no, no! Letty!" He muttered worriedly, his brow creasing becasue he was feeling the moment.
His free hand hovered over the NOS- release button. 'Was it worth it?' And then, ashamedly he squashed those was family, whether she or the guys back home didn't thinks so. She was worth this crazy stunt.
A stunt that would cost him a lot but would get her to safety.
"Letty? Letty, when I come up behind you I want you to take that intersection to the right. Whoever this goon is- he wants us to mess up. If we split up, we have more of a chance of having 'nother day to race."
He breathed in nervously, "Alright." A pause, "Meet me at rendezvous point, better make it." She threatened.
"See ya later, Letty."
'Thanks for this last race, Letty.'
He touched the button and pressed it. His body was pushed back by the unleashed speed his car was going at. His car sped up and he drove it behind Letty. As agreed, his car took up Letty's car's place and she swerved up the intersection at top speed.
For a moment their gazes met, and Letty saw something she feared. Everything seemed to be shared at that same moment, yet not understood. And time froze still...
At that very moment, what Letty saw with the help of her front mirror would forever be etched into her mind. And for days it would be the source of many a guilt.
He had always prided his observational skills he had been forced to sharpen during his time as a cop. When he saw the owner of the black car behind him, he knew what maneuver this kind of guy would use. Kill at all costs. The goon didn't care how he did it as long as both Letty and he died.
But he wasn't letting Letty die...he owned that much to the gang. To Dom. To Mia.
It was at that moment that the car behind him crashed into his Nissan sending him and the car high into the air, twisting in the air until it crashed right back into the gritty road pavement. The metal made screeching noises, creating sparks as it skidded and rolled one final time. As this happened, flames burst from the interior back of the car, a product of leaked oil from the burst engine and the sparks created by the metal over the road. The flickers of flame spread slowly and surely.
And during this time, the driver of the downed car was instinctually struggling to free himself from the confines of the car, sustaining several injuries that slowed his process.
When finally the man had pulled himself out of the wreckage, a clicking noise and thumps on the pavement made him look up. He had perhaps been acting on only instincts now, but it was learned experience that made him grimace and snarl at the object the dark figure pointed at him.
By the light of the flickering fire the driver saw what would be his final moments. However the dark-skinned man had uncertainty lurking in his eyes and the driver blinked tiredly and groggily.
BANG! BANG!
The explosion that ensued lit up the dark night.
On a different car, a woman, Letty, sat petrified, driving distractedly and speedily while observing the last moments of a man her friend had loved, even if she had left him. 'He did that for me...he knew. He knew what would happen to 'im. Tha' bastard!'
"BRIAN!"