I'm doing it again…starting up another story without even updating my other ones. Oh well! Imagination calls. Got this from watching Blue Gender. Kind of related topics like 2nd Earth, Aliens, etc. Don't worry, you don't need to have seen the series to understand this. Just that it will be very…odd. And Speed will be…different…in a psychotic way.
Disclaimer: Good gracious. No.
A/N: I WILL BE 13 ON AUGUST 28!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HURRAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TEENAGER AT LAST! Now I'll have something to blame my attitude on.
Prologue
Trixie chewed her thumbnail as she stared worriedly at her television screen. The female newscaster's tag was sticking out, but that wasn't the cause of her distress.
War was.
It had been 7 months since they had first arrived. The psychotic alien race that called themselves the Barad'hi. Trixie hated them. They had run down buildings, towns, eating people as they went. No one was safe. The Barad'hi walked on two legs, with long, long arms, ending in not hands, but huge scythes they could swing through steel.
Trixie had seen them do it. She'd seen them cut the Mach 5 in half. Luckily enough, nobody was in it; Speed had jumped from the cockpit with almost impossible timing. Some of the other drivers and fans on that racing day weren't so lucky.
The newscaster continued. "The eastern half of Tokyo was nearly annihilated today as another Barad'hi attack leaves the army overwhelmed. The army comments, "Draft numbers may increase." This is Anna Sanada. Back to you, Tsukishiro." Trixie sighed with relief. No death list.
She recalled her last conversation with Speed, maybe their last ever…
******Flashback******
Trixie shook the now off her boots and stepped into the warmth of the Racers mansion. "Hello! Merry Christmas, everyone! Hello?" There was no answer, She shrugged and entered the living room. She cocked her head at the sight that met her.
The Racers were all deeply involved in a family hug, Speed in the middle. Spritle was wrapped around his waist, squeezing so tight Trixie expected to see Speed turn blue. Mrs. Racer had her head on Speed's shoulder, arms around his neck, whispering, "My baby, my baby…" Pops had his arms around all three of them, face buried in his wife's hair. That wasn't what shocked her, strange as it was.
It was the undeniable ominous feeling that filled the entire room like cigarette smoke.
Mrs. Racer noticed her first, looking at her sadly, before turning back to her son, and whispering something in his ear. Speed looked up, deep blue eyes glazed with tears. He swallowed and greeted her.
"Hi, Trixie." The sounds of his voice alone made her want to hold him and wipe his tears away like a child. Or cry.
"Um…Merry Christmas?" She regretted her words immediately. Something was obviously not very merry with the family.
"Trixie, I think it's best you go home." Pops looked at her, squeezing his son to him tighter.
"No, dad. She deserves to know." Speed sat up straight, and for the first time, Trixie noticed the white letter in his hands.
"Speed, what is that?"
Speed opened the letter sadly, extending it to her. "It's my draft. My draft to fight the Barad'hi."
******End Flashback******
And Cut! Well, I hope that was a good ending…I rewrote it like 4 times. Oh well. Please review and tell me if you like it, or hate it. As always Flames are welcome, but not necessary. This is my first "public" writing of anything supernatural, so I don't know how it'll be. R&R!!!!!!!!! Or else! And I also have no idea how drafts are actually given, but for dramatic purposes, Speed got a letter.
Speed: Lucky me.
ASW: Don't whine. It only makes me worse to you.
Trixie: Lay offa mah man!!!!
ASW: O.O
Sayonara!!!!!!!
--Aeroshockwave