Acceleracers: Restart
A/N: This is my very first fic, this has been in my mind for a long LOOOOONG time, I just didn't feel like it to redact it, until now.
Keep in mind that there will be quite a few OCs ORIGINALS BY ME, and other ones that I give FULL credit to Shadow Of The Dragons and his/her fic ''Meet the Siblings'' (Which I loved and I still love, seriously, good job).
There will be LOTS of mini (and mega lol) dialogues in spanish between my OCs, and Nolo. (Well, also flashbacks BUT I will translate them in brackets, acknowledge me please).
Spanish things will be resalted, wait and see gentlemen and ladies.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN IN ANY FORM HOT WHEELS, ACCELERACERS, OR MEET THE SIBLINGS, ONLY MY IDEAS AND OCs.
Part One: Ignition
Chapter One: Clash on the Coast.
A silver car with purple tinted windows and an aerodinamic and Sci-ficly design reached the end of an orange track, avoiding multiple electric green balls being fired at it, and made a run for a glowing golden wheel. It almost caught it, but the green and angry electric balls impacted it and it froze in the air, and began it's descent. The driver saw angrily through the air how a plane took the wheel and went away. The silver vehicle lost a tire and impacted in the orange track multiple times before coming to a halt, it slipped with the metal of the roof screeching against the floor, and it stopped, the only life sign of the driver was a sigh and a blink of his blue eyes.
"We got the Wheel of Power, now destroy Tezla!", a voice coming from a robotic lady with white hair claimed through a vehicle radio.
"I got it", another mechanical voice mumbled to itself in the car that received the transmission and the orders of destroying that ''Tezla''.
The driver of the green and black glowing vehicle accelerated and it landed on the floor, various stories down of the building where it previously rested, the suspension holded way good, and the ''driver'', a mechanical beast of two meters and a half in height, stood off the vehicle, taking the ''doors'' and ''roof'' with it, sense the robot itself formed the doors and roof, and used it's infra red vision to locate Tezla. He found him at activated his green ''visors'', and he came next to the wreckage of the silver car that Tezla crashed.
Dr. Tezla looked at the Drone in front of him, while it disarmed his car, metal hands ripping wires, and things away, until it almost got the human...
''THE EDR!", Tezla thought to himself, as he pressed a gray button and dissapeared in a flash of white light.
The Drone covered his eyes, and ripped the metal away, only to find an empty cockpit lit only by ripped and sparking cables. Frustated, it screamed and threw the car away. (Hey Drone, you killed my camera man in that scene, pay me e.e, sorry for this, just a lame attempt of joke gg).
The man fell in a desert place, and laid there for hours, until the midday Californian sun gave pass to the darkened afternoon, with a mixture of red and yellow and orange in the sky. The man dared to move and closed his blue eyes to see the sign in front of him, it read ''Highway 35'', the man got a flood of memories and reached a hand to the sign, in a futile attempt to move, and he passed out, the last image he saw was the one of a familiar looking floating robot.
It was a dark Coast road set somewhere in a dark night in California. Atop a cliff with views to the sea, were parked some few cars with glowing blue lights, and gathered a lot of people.
''I know the Coast Road better than anyone, Nolo", claimed a voice coming from a bit haughty blonde teenager, and the only thing he received, was a laughter from this Nolo.
"Dude!", the surfer claimed, "I used to come around here and surf years ago before I even knew how to drive", he insisted.
"Yeh, whatever Vert, I already drove without knowing how to" Nolo responded, passing a hand through his hair, his tanned hand scarcely seen thanks to the darkness of the night of summer and the neon lights of the cars.
"What does that even mean?", Vert demanded.
"Remember who's the Teku leader, huh?!" Nolo snapped angrily.
The other Teku members, an Asian boy bopping to the rhytm of his music, and a Caucasian female, both in their late teens, stopped what they were doing and took a preoccupied look at the discussing pair.
The discussion was interrupted by the arrival of a Plymouth 70' Road Runner, with black paint and white schemes of the Teku's rival team, the Metal Maniacs, and a red car with schemes of a skull and Metal Maniac symbols.
Nolo glanced over at the just arrived cars and back at Vert. "This is my race Vert!, stay out of it!", he ordered his teammate.
"He is only the leader because of his brother" Vert said offended before coming to his car.
"It's Nolo's call who races!" Kurt Wylde told to Vert loud but not enough for him to hear.
Octavio sighed as he watched the scene in front of him, his team mates discussing again, weird to see, again, for the sixth time, in the damn week. ''Mierda, chabón, estos no se cansan de discutir, todo por que Vert es nuevo y Tone murió, Nolo sabe que murió por presumido, pero es terco y no lo admite", (Shit, dude, these don't take a break from discussing, all because Vert is new and Tone died, Nolo knows that he died from being a smug and a cocky driver, but he is too stubborn to admit it).
"Hey!", a voice snapped from the Road Runner. "Are the Teku here to race?, or to fight?" the voice said again.
Nolo opened the door of Synkro, the car that he rebuilt basing himself on the planes he got from Tone's room in their old apartment of single in Mexico, but stopped dry on his heels to watch the arrival of a third Maniac car, Hollowback, and a fourth car, Impaler, driven by a new Maniac, and a friend of Octavio.
The first mentioned car was brought to a halt by it's driver, and the tires squealed in protest. A tall, maybe meter ninety Afroamerican man stood out of the car, while it cracked his knuckles, and looked first at his hands, with rubber bracelets of former tires, and then at Nolo. The Latino looked angrily at Tork, with a scowl on his tanned face and his hazel eyes meeting Tork's green emerald and cool but scowling eyes too.
''Look what you have turned yourself into!", a voice told to a fresh accomplished eighteen years old boy.
"You aren't my big brotha anymore Kurt, alright?. you are scrap like all Teku!", the boy responded angrily to Kurt.
"Markie!" curt cried, cutted off by a punch that Markie blew to his face.
"The name is WYLDE!", 'Wylde' answered angrily while pointing to Kurt's limp form on the floor.
Wylde switched gears and continued down the road.
Nolo closed Synkro's driver door. while he turned the car on inserting the ignition key, the headlights came on, so did the chassis blue ones. He fastened his seat belt and turned on the blue lights of the car's interior. He revved satisfacted the engine, and the RPM counter came to 7K and to 0 again, Nolo looked back to see Tork pulling over next to him to start the race. Both drivers looked at each other, one, Nolo, angrily to Tork, and this one in a cool way to Nolo.
Wylde came to a stop in the middle of both cars. "Why didn't you tell me we were takin' on the Teku?", he asked to his leader.
"Me against Nolo, that's how we havin' it" the Afroamerican responded while switching to first gear and putting in the starting line.
"I want 'em Tork, I want 'em all, yer knew that from the start!" Wylde shouted to his leader, angrily looking at Spinebuster's interior.
Nolo looked at all his team mates with a scowl of determination showing across his face, his hazel eyes drilled every single member he had: Vert was leaning against his car for support and comfort, looking with an angry frown at the night sky, plagued of stars.
Shirako was dancing and bopping to the rhytm of his music ''guey, ¿cómo puede Shirako soportar la música?, está bien que amemos la música, pero a mi me explotaría el oido de tanto volumen'' (Man, how can Shirako support the music?, it's alright we love music and yadda yadda yadda, but my ears would explode of such volume), he reasoned to himself.
Kurt gave him an scowl and a nod of approval, his hair didn't even inmute from the movement, and his orange glasses in his face reflected the glow of Synkro's blue lights. ''How can you have such gravity defying hair dude?, Nolo thought to himself.
Karma gave him a care look, like saying ''Why?", the sole female and brunette Teku simply looked at his leader, and then she adjusted her ponytail.
The sole argentinian Teku with his really dark brown eyes and gravity defying hair looked at Nolo with a nonchalant scowl, Nolo thought to himself that that guy was as much talkative as a stone, but a good person and that showed emotions when he felt like it, he respected that, after all, Octavio had helped him to move on after Tone's 'departure' to heaven.
The Metal Maniac owner of the skull and red painted car, a man with a goatee, and orange hair, and a jumpy, scaredy cat attitude, deployed a ''streetlight'' that showed lights of red, yellow, and green in the sky, like an upwards proyector pointing sky. He flipped the On and Off switch angrily. ''Oh boy'', he muttered to himself, and he kicked the thing, and it flicked to life.
''This is Monkey, is the road clear yet?", Monkey asked.
Tork put a hand on his gear shift lever, and he revved his engine to seven thousand revolutions per minute twice, while his mind drifted to one year and a half ago...
*FLASHBACK*
''That Teku won't even make it to the finish'', Tork said with a frown.
''Hey, Tone's good'', the sole Asian Maniac defended his rival, with a scowl and a smile.
''Yeah?, I'm better'' Tork defended himself.
*END FLASHBACK*
Nolo and Tork glanced at each other.
The Latino revved Synkro's engine twice.
''These guys ain't gonna wait much longer!'', Monkey warned through his walkie-talkie.
Nolo looked at the T shaped necklace in form of cross in his neck, while he thought of something in the past, an event that marked his life and his team mates' too.
*FLASHBACK*
''You tryin' to take my place?", Tone, a bald man, with a beard and a cocky but cool attitude asked to his younger brother, Nolo.
"I know I can beat Tork", Nolo said, and his brother laughed "Come on Tone, lemme race him!" Nolo begged.
Tone thought to himself, his brother was just starting in street racing and he thought he could beat an skilled driver like Tork. ''Your gonna be the leader now, hermanito?" (Lil brother) Tone said as he hit his arm playfully in the arm.
The original Synkro and Hollowback accelerated down a deserted street in the springy California city. Tone passed Tork and he went on with the race.
Nolo watched both cars pass, with a smile knowing his brother would win, he crouched a sec to grab a penny that fell from his pocket and he watched in horror how Synkro drove too much in a curve, impacted on a wall, went flying in the air some meters, and ricocheted into a wall, only to explode in a ball of yellow fire, the only recovered thing was the T shaped necklace, with a part broken... ''TOOOOOONEEEE!'', Nolo cried.
*END FLASHBACK*
''All clear!", a voice came clearly and loudly through Monkey's walkie-talkie, and as if on cue, the streetlight glowed yellow and then green. Nolo smashed the gas pedal, as did Tork, both cars went accelerating down the California Coast Road.
"Here they come!", Monkey warned in his speaking thing.
"I'm gonna show what Wylde is all about!", the youngest Wylde brother said as he went some meters in reverse and made a 180* turn and accelerated Spinebuster until he couldn't be hear nor seen.
''Wylde!", Taro said while looking to the place that mere seconds ago Spinebuster occupied.
''Martin!, what are you doing?!", Octavio demanded to his Maniac and same nationality friend.
"Making sure none of this boludos gets hurt!" The blonde Maniac with brown eyes and childhood friend answered to the Argentinian Teku, as he accelerated his car, Impaler, a 1973 Red with Black Carbon Fiber hood and White MManiac's schemes on the doors.
Both cars were head to head, and the first curve to the right gave Nolo a chance to take the lead, and he accelerated some curves with a frown of victory in his face. Tork fell behind some meters and some more curves, he frowned and let out a growl of angriness and he switched gears and accelerated up to 140 MPH and passed Nolo from the inner side of a curve as fast as a thunder. Nolo scowled and switched gears and accelerated too. They were head to head again, Tork narrowed his eyes as both cars raced and reached a curve, Hollowback took it swiftly, but Nolo had so much adrenaline that he swerved a bit too much and he broke one of these guardarrails (I didn't want to look the word up, sorry, lel). Nolo's mind was foggy, all his emotions made him nearly spin out in the curves, he got angry with himself, but one rational thought came from his mind with an almighty effort: winning. Tork smirked. The Latino turned on his techno characteristic music and let the beats flow through his veins, he switched gear s and accelerated to 150 MPH, and he rear smashed Tork's car.
"Back off, punk!", the Afroamerican demanded.
Nolo's response, anyways, was putting even and smashing Tork against the safety rail, while screaming "THIS IS FOR TONE!", as he rammed Synkro against Hollowback.
Tork wasted no time, and pushed one button and a wave of orange and yellow flames of fire flew out of Hollowback's engine, and forced Nolo to turn away, leaving enough space for one car to fit.
Wylde accelerated and passed between the two cars, while ripping Synkro's and Hollowback's paint, and laughing like a maniac. After he passed, Tork and Nolo spinned out, Tork got his car in a 45* angle against the guard rail, and Nolo went crashing and turning over until he came to a halt in a rock. Both crashed drivers sighed, the Latino more injured than the Afroamerican.
"Hahaha, goooo Wylde!", Wylde said to himself, he was enjoying himself when his car got smashed by behind. "What the...?", he said as he looked back just to see Martin's Impaler smashing him and barely hearing him say ''Watch out in front of ya!".
Wylde turned his head back to see that a floating figure came in front of him. ''Woaaaah!" he barbled, as he hit the brakes angrily, and he turned the steering wheel and he spun out until he crashed, broke the safety rail, and he went plummeting down. ''Aaaaaaaaaagh!", he screamed scared, he pushed a lever and a grappling hook came out of Spinebuster and it engaged itself against a wall of the cliffs. Wylde had saved himself by an inch, ''Shit!" he shouted as he punched the steering wheel.
Slingshot, the former car of World Race that Kurt now repainted and owned, Deora II, Vert's car that he also drove in World Race and repainted, and Chicane, Karma's car, came to a stop in Wylde's nearly death spot.
Martin had already got down from his car and went to check on Wylde. "Wylde is okay, he is starting back up!" he shouted back in response to Kurt's and everyone's question.
Vert, Kurt, Karma, Martin and Octavio came next to the figure that caused Wylde's spinning out. Vert was the one who asked ''What are you doing here?".
''Dr Tezla needs you'' The 'robot' Gig responded.
''Oh really?, what after the World Race when we needed him to give us more Nitrox, he wouldn't even talk to us!", Kurt, the oldest Wylde brother, said angrily.
"Yes, we wanted to go in the portals again, and race in Highway 35", Vert complemented his team mate.
"No one can pass through the portals now, Gelorum and her Racing Drones have taken the Wheel Of Power", the machine said.
"Hey Taro'' Monkey said gingerly to his team mate, ''What is this Wheel of Power business?, what does it mean?".
''Trouble'', Taro responded scowling nonchalantly.
''These Racing Drones, are they good?'' Karma asked to Gig.
''They are robots like me, they are perfect", the floating piece of metal responded.
"Perfect" Karma mumbled to herself.
Octavio simply sighed and reached for his car, while everyone did the same
"Get me a car!", Nolo ordered, "I want to finish this thing tonight!".
''Hay algo que tenemos que hacer Nolo", Octavio told to his leader, while taking a glimpse of Nolo's broken leg. (There's something we got to do, Nolo).
''¿Qué?, ¿bromeas?, ¡nada es más importante que el Teku!'', Nolo cried. (What?, you are kidding?, nothing is more important than the Teku!).
''Esto lo es'', Octavio said scowling and coming to his car, Ocean Thunder, a Dark Blue Nissan S13 with a spoiler, neon blue lights, a stereo as good as Shirako's, and white and orange and light blue Teku schemes. (This is).
Nolo screamed in frustation as he watched his teammates disappear in the night, he reached for his cellphone and he called Shirako to pick him up to go for the hospital and send Synkro to the mechanic.
''Taro, Wylde said me that this Tezla dude payed millions of dollars to his drivers'', Monkey started.
''You're coming?'' Taro asked directly.
''You think Tork would mind?'' Monkey asked while glancing at Tork. The Maniac leader punched and backed almost falling to the floor in frustation in front of Hollowback.
"Hey!, wait up Taro!'' Monkey called.
Octavio reached for his cellphone and checked the contact list.
''What are you doing?'' Martin asked him, while looking at his friends' phone curiously.
''I am gonna tell Cami, Lud, Miku, Luka and Ani bout this'', the Argentinian Teku answered,
''I remember them!, they were with us on high school!" Martin said, ''they formed a racing team, they were called, eeeeh''...
''The Street Beauties", Octavio ended.
Unbeknownst to the drivers, the siblings of some Teku and Maniacs were coming to, so this would be a big thing...
Well, there goes first chapter, I have been writing something like two hours on this, I revised it a lot, and the things resalted in black are in spanish, I translated them in brackets, review lads, please.
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