Hey, I'm M.Parker and this is my first shot at an AcceleRacers fanfiction I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I'm only posting this once, I do not own Hot Wheels...although I did when I was little. Kick Ass.

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He had decided to leave once again. Exactly why was unknown to any of the team members of Teku. Vert Wheeler had once again taken off with one of their cars and was once again back at his home by the beach. Climbing out of the car, he gazed fondly at it; it was one of his favorites. The body was sleek and lowered to the ground, 17 inch wheels with chrome hubcaps gleamed in the sun's rays, windows tinted an exotic deep purple. The color of the car was a plain white with sky blue designs starting at the back like fire and moving foreword towards the hood, all the while fading from sight. On the bonnet of the car laid his team's logo in the same purple as the windows.

The inside of the car was a completely different story. The outside may give off the appearance of innocence, but inside lays black covered seats outlined in dark navy blue. Glowing gages of electric blue illuminated softly while the dashboard was sleek metal so clean Vert could see his own reflection. The roof was also done with this same metal while large speakers were placed in the backseat, the Teku trademark logo placed proudly upon them. Right between the passenger and driver's seat was the shift handle, a silver metal pole with a seemingly glowing handle in the shape of a joystick. Chrome gas and break pedals proved to be a bit of a distraction when driving, especially when the sun hit them at the right angle, blinding him slightly, but the now 17 year old driver quickly learned to get used to it.

Slamming the car door shut, he twirled the keys around on his finger, bright blue eyes scanning the area that was so familiar to him. But being back on it now, he felt alienated. Last time he had come here was because he felt he couldn't drive well enough for his team. That's when he had that talk with his father that set his head straight. He WAS a good driver. In fact, he was the best! Nothing could change that! He was just suffering from winning-withdrawal. Yeah! That's it! He was back in the game now, and better then ever, he was only back here because he wanted to give his other team members a chance!

And that's where Vert caught himself lying. He only wished it were true. He was in denial, only back because of one solemn reason...

His father had been killed by the enemy. And here he was, back at the house he grew up in, back to the place where it all began. Looking at the house now he partly wished he had been around more, especially when his mother first died, at the time he had been a rebelling teenager, angry at the world. His father was the same way, Vert knew that he made sure that he was called out more then he should be; being at this house was too much to handle.

And standing there now, just...looking at it...he couldn't help but feel the same way. In fact, he wished right now he was facing danger of one of the realms rather then be here to pack up his things. He'd was to be living with an uncle he didn't even know exist, moving to good old New York City to start over. Yeah, he hated to admit that part of him was glad just to get away from this place.

As he went around the house, gathering his belongings, he tried not to look at anything else, nothing but his own things. The evening sun was beginning to take shape in the sky, its watery appearance making the house that was normally bright and welcoming a sanctuary. His eyes caught sight of a picture frame that was placed on his desk side table. It was his family. His mom...his dad...and a 10 year old Vert between them, grinning widely at his first mini AV Dirt Bike he had gotten for his birthday. He was covered in mud from head to toe except for the clean area on his face where his helmet had covered. His mother had a look of worriment and fondness on her face while his father could have never looked prouder. That photo was the last time they had been together as a family; the last time he had seen his father not in uniform...

A sudden anger came over the teenager, and in a flurry he had knocked the picture onto the ground with the back of his hand, watching the glass shatter across the ground. He kicked the photo under his bed before giving the table a good kick, as if blaming it for his loss of parents. And there he was, alone in a house full of memories, parentless...

He had never felt so alone in his whole life.

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"Flight 299 heading for New York is now boarding. Will all passengers please head for gate 3A."

Tossing the magazine he had been reading, Vert stood up to his feet, a single duffel bag laid at his feet as he picked it up and slung the handle over his shoulder. In his hand he held his boarding pass and some I.D. Blue eyes cold as they stared straight ahead at what was in front of him, the path towards his new home. This wasn't some vacation for a lame family reunion...he wasn't going back to his old life. He never would again. Once again he found a strange comfort in that fact.

He was wearing a black t-shirt with his white racing jacket over top, the Teku symbol in the corner with a black solid line running down the arm. On his hands he wore black fingerless gloves and black pants with white shoes. He hadn't meant to be so color coordinated, it just happened. Taking his seat on the plane (thankfully the window seat) he stared out the tiny oval window and took his last look at the place he had called his home all his life. Not able to look at it, he brought the plastic cover down, blocking his view.

The flight was uneventful. Some woman with a baby sat next to him and he had to endure the torture of listening to it scream the whole way to New York. He poked at the dinner meal, highly suspicious of the fact that it was possibly still alive. As the woman once again excused herself to take her child to the bathroom, Vert caught a glimpse of the teenager that sat in the seats across from his side of the plane. It was a girl and she seemed to be reading some racing magazine. He thought that it was probably the reason why she caught his attention, but taking a sweeping glance at her, he thought otherwise.

Her skin was a fair brown tone, looking endlessly sun kissed, yet also held the hint that it was natural, her slender body was dressed in a dark blue sleeveless tank that hugged her body and some dark blue jeans that covered her crossed legs. On her feet she wore almost the same style of black boots that both the Teku and Metal Maniac's wore. Slung over her arm rest was a black racing jacket with a white solid line going down the arm. But what really drove attention to her was her hair. It had to be so blonde, that it was practically white. It was braided into perhaps thousands of tiny braids and pulled back into a high ponytail, only a few strands of her hair were left alone as bangs to frame the sides of her face. Dark blue orbs were calmly reading the magazine and Vert took notice as to all the men that passed her by heading for the bathrooms couldn't help but stare at her before nearly running into someone.

As if feeling his staring gaze, her head lifted up and turned towards him, taking his look straight on calmly. Blinking, the 17 year old quickly looked away, but not soon enough to catch a smirk appearing on her pale lips before she as well returned to her reading material. He felt his cheeks heating up as the woman came back and sat down next to him again, and to his relief, the baby was also asleep.

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I know it's short, only the opening chapter. What do you think? Horrible? Should I quit while I'm ahead? Continue on? What? Lemme know!

M.Parker.