Need for Speed: Raine's Legacy

by DanciingMad

Erica Bailey also known as Raine, stumbles upon the city of Rockport, in search for new races, and for new people. She isn't as warmly welcome as she expected, and when a familiar face appears to be her enemy, Raine doesn't hold back and challenges the Blacklist.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Welcome to Rockport

The story follows the storyline of Need for Speed: Most Wanted, but it's not exactly the same; I will be doing some changes to make it more interesting.
And with that, I don't own Need for Speed, EA does. I only own my original characters. :)

I pulled my BMW to the start line, near a black, fire vinyl Mustang. I rolled down the window as a woman came to the rival's window.

"Papers." She said, and the driver waved the pink slip, but the red head grabbed them in the end.

"I'll need your pink slip." She said as she leaned her hand on the door. I silently gave her the papers, and she looked back to the driver, as he powered his engines up.

"He's dangerous. Be careful, he'll swap paint if he has to." She warned me and I nodded willingly, right when he leant out of the car.

"First I'm gonna take your ride, then I'm gonna take your money, get ready for that!" He pointed his finger at me before he backed down.

I leaned closer to the door, clearly annoyed, "Keep your blown threats to someone else, smartass!" I spat out and the chick looked at me again, "Stay focused. He's rolling on a lot of power so wait for him to shift first." She smiled and walked away, and the Mustang driver eyed me closely, as he powered up his engine even more.

I narrowed my eyes and powered up my engine as well. Our cars finally roared away, leaving a trail of skid marks.

But wait, wait, wait.

How did I get to race with this punk in the first place?

I'm Erica Bailey. Racers know me as Raine. I am a twenty year old girl, from Bayview. My brother was a street racer, but he retired.

Let's roll back six days ago, when I first entered Rockport.

I made it! I'm in Rockport!

I railed through the civil cars that were peacefully roaming on the highway to the city. With a big grin plastered on my face I entered the famous Rockport, where my brother came to race here once.

Once, when he was a street racer himself.

I decided to walk on his steps and become a street racer myself. I started 2 years ago, in Bayview. I had to leave, since the cops were flooding the city entirely, and no races could be held. My brother agreed to let me move out in Rockport.

I came in Rockport in hopes of finding some good competition, and to fulfill my dream forward.

I drove a blue and gray-striped BMW M3 GTR. I put a lot of work in this baby, so it wipes out everything in its way. I really love this ride; I don't know what I would do without it.

"Huh…? Now what's that…"

I looked up in the rearview mirror, only to see a red Mazda blink its lights. I took it in a sign of a race so I smirked and powered the engine even more. Then the fun started.

I floored it, following the red Mazda. It led me into Downtown Rockport, one of the most crowded zones in Rockport. At a busy intersection, a zebra striped Corvette pulled in front of us, and the Mazda got away. However, I didn't find myself recklessly driving away, as the guys, a man and a woman came out from the car, and had their police badges with them.

Both of them walk up to me, and I clutch the steer tightly in fear. I had already rolled down the window, so he first showed his badge, whistling.

He crossed his arms as he leaned onto the window, "Oh man did you pick wrong street to run on!"

I breathed faster than usual and avoided eye contact. With the corner of my eye I spotted him looking at the interior of my car.

"Man, this is a nice car! Gauges, shifter, wheels… Is this all for show or there's something I should know about?"

Pulling myself together, I answered, "It depends. Maybe that something you should know is that this is all for show."

"Well, you are a pretty brave little lady. Let me tell you what's about to happen; we're going to take your car, tear it apart, and see if it's street legal."

I brushed my blonde bangs out of my blue eyes. I cleared my throat, "I think it is. It's just for show-off." I tried to lie my way out, but it didn't work.

Cross, as the plaque on his chest said, ignored me entirely, "Wonder the odds are that it, ain't it? Get a wrecker down here."

"Looks like your racing days are over." The woman behind spoke up, removing her sunglasses. Cross turned back to me and I was completely out of ideas, "I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Street racing in Rockport is finished. I've got a beautiful little surprise that's going to tear you up from inside out. No special treatment for ladies."

"I never asked for one." I said my voice low and harsh, as he opened the door, placing one had to his gun, "Now get out of the car."

I hesitated for a second, when the brunette's radio started up.

"Attention patrol division, units are in a high speed pursuit of multiple vehicles, aggressively avoiding custody, units in the area directed to clear up to provide cover."

I was stunned. The woman pointed at me and ran to the Corvette. Cross slammed the door shut, it hurt me.

"Next time, you won't be so lucky."

I didn't say anything. Cross took his keys out and scratched the side of my BMW. I bit my lower lip in annoyance to the noise it made, but also to keep me from not going berserk on a cop.

"Nice pin-stripe!" He smiled and rolled away with his Corvette, and I raced further in town.

4 days ago

"Jesus, there's no fun around here, damn." I kept my eyes open for any available race. I drove around a corner and a sudden power up of an engine startled me.

"What the…?" I looked into the rearview mirror to see a yellow Supra coming towards me. A guy, who looked really ghetto, signaled me to race, he first pointed to him, then to me, then forward to the road. I nodded, rolling my blue eyes as I rolled the window back up.

"Am I really racing this wanna-be?" I limply lowered myself on the seat, lazily groaning before returning back up to start the race.

I revved up the engine as the countdown started on my GPS. I smirked when it showed "GO!" on the screen, and floored it.

He really is a wanna-be, I thought as I was very close to the finish line, and he was way behind me, after bumping into walls and cars. I drifted when close to the finish line, just for the show off.

Beaten, the Supra blows past me as I slow down and pull off on the main road, right into a crowd of cars. Everyone walks up to me, as I climb off my ride too.

"What did I tell you?" A guy with a black tank top asked the ghetto boy that just finished the race.

Do I know him? I thought, scanning that guy carefully.

"Razor, she shadowed me, I couldn't—"

"Shut up!"

I heard some people whispering the names "Razor" and "Callahan". My eyes widened at the sound of what appeared to be Razor's last name, a name I knew all too well.

"Another bolt on wonder girl ready to get smoked? Why don't we save you the grief and peel those parts off right now?"

I frowned, ready to bellow at him when a female voice interrupted me.

"Bolt on or not, that ride smokes."

I looked to my side to see the girl I was racing before Cross cut my way. It seemed like she was on my side, so I backed down a bit.

She walked over to the crowed, and near me. She looked a few seconds at the BMW before turning to the opposing crowd, "Faster than anything here." She stated, and I faintly smiled.

"You obviously don't know your cars, sweetheart." Razor spoke up and my right eye twitched in pure annoyance.

"I know your car doesn't stand a chance."

I was completely stunned. I didn't say a thing; I just arrived in town and people were already arguing over me and my ride.

"My sixty-footer, quarter-mile, whatever you throw on the table smokes anything here." He turned at me, pointing disgustingly at my car with his head, "Including this punk gasket car."

I cleared my throat, clearly angry at Razor. I still couldn't find myself to say something.

"Where's your punk money then?" The red head, Mia as I heard, asked. Razor shook his hand while pointing at me, "Five grand. Five grand says my boy will smoke this wanna-be princess."

Wanna-be princess? Come on Raine say something; don't just stand there like a little girl.

"What does your boy have to do with this?"

"I won't race this nobody. And I won't take orders from a chick that just rolled onto the scene."

"Okay now just who do you think you are?!" I finally spoke up, and silence installed around. I flipped my blonde hair back and walked up to this all bark and no bite punk, "Who said that I have to follow orders from you?"

"This here is the number fifteen on the Blacklist. You got a lot of rep to earn before you can run with him." Ronnie, the guy I just beat, spoke up.

"Hmph. What's it do with cower, huh? I hate these kinds of excuses."

Things were really heating up between me and Razor, as hate flowed through my veins. I could throw threats and insults all day, but it would've been a waste of time.

"Are we doing this or what?" Mia said, trying to distance Razor and I. Razor shot her a look of indifference, and he snapped his fingers once, as in a sign.

"I got her." A guy bent on his knees, looking pretty confident.

"Another wanna-be." I mumbled under my breath. People were starting to whisper to themselves again. I crossed my arms across my chest and sighed.

"Why don't we make it… ten grand?" I spoke up, full of confidence and pride as I let my arms loose around my body.

"Oh yeah? You want to amp this up? Let's do it right." Razor took out his phone, and dialed a real short number.

"Yeah? Give me the police. We got a couple of guys about to street race here at the shipyard. You better send the cops right away. Maybe an ambulance too."

Razor hung up, and waved his hand once. The others ran away to their cars.

"When he's through with you I never want to see your face again, Raine." He said as I opened the door, entering the car, "Don't get your hopes up. It'd be a shame to see you cry, huh?" I smirked and drove away to the race.

So he really wasn't joking when he called the police.

A police car just spotted me. I was way ahead of Bull so I could slow down when really needed. I looked to see the next turn on my GPS and it was an ugly one.

"Oh fuck me…" I stomped on the brake pedal, steering left with the wheel. After a succeeded turn, I press the N2O button to gain speed. I lost the police car in an instant, and Bull was still way behind me.

"This is getting ridiculous." I said as I approached the finish line.

2 days ago…

"Finally, some friendly folks!" I exclaimed, turning on a street, followed by a red GTO, where two other cars gathered. My phone rang, and I merrily answered.

"Raine here!"

"Well, look what the Underground let loose. Let's see how well you do in the daylight." I grinned as I spoke, "I think I'll do just as good."

I hung up and we both pull up to the other two racers, ready to start the circuit.

I drove forward, as I won the said circuit. The guy with the red GTO drove near me, as I felt my phone buzz, "Good run. I like your style. Just make sure you watch your back with these guys, alright? See you around."

"Thanks. See you!" I hung up and he drove to another street. My triumphant smile faded when I saw Razor's black Mustang cut me off. Both of our cars came to a stop, facing each other.

I gripped the phone tight. Soon, it buzzed. I looked at the caller ID. So it really it is him.

"What do you want?" I answered hoarse, gritting my teeth.

"Now don't get too ahead of yourself. I'm glad you're putting it down out there, I really am, because I can't wait to get a crack of that ride."

I gasped. I tried to work some words out but I was too shocked.

"What? Didn't anybody tell you? You gotta put your ride on the line to race a Blacklist racer. And that's why people aren't stupid enough to do it. I'll be waiting." And he hung up, letting me confused and startled. He soon drove away, and so did I.

What have I gotten into…?

Present Day

I pulled my BMW to the start line, near a black, fire vinyl Mustang. I rolled down the window as Mia came to the rival's window.

"Papers." She said, and the driver waved the pink slip, but the red head grabbed them in the end.

"I'll need your pink slip." She said as she leaned her hand on the door. I silently gave her the papers, and she looked back to the driver, as he powered his engines up.

"He's dangerous. Be careful, he'll swap paint if he has to." Mia warned me and I nodded willingly, right when he leant out of the car.

"First I'm gonna take your ride, then I'm gonna take your money, get ready for that!" He pointed his finger at me before he backed down.

I leaned closer to the door, clearly annoyed, "Keep your blown threats to someone else, smartass!" I spat out and the chick looked at me again, "Stay focused. He's rolling on a lot of power so wait for him to shift first." She smiled and walked away, and the Mustang driver eyed me closely, as he powered up his engine even more.

I narrowed my eyes and powered up my engine as well. Our cars finally roared away, leaving a trail of skid marks.

Attention division one, we have report of at least one code six driver followed by police.

I need all available units on all this! Get them coming!

"Holy fuck, shit's getting serious!" I swerved around the corner, followed by Razor and a trail of cops. We continue up the street, barely missing traffic. The chase continues down to a busy intersection where one of the police cars hit a minivan and went out of the control. Razor and I head up to a tunnel, where a car tried to avoid the police cars but they collided instead.

"Holy fuck that was close." I said as I exited the tunnel and into the highway. Now, my whole focus was on the race. Razor was full ahead of me so I had to gain speed. I tapped the N2O button like crazy as I floored it hard. I finally reached him, and when ahead of him eventually.

"Ha-ha, fuck you too!" I screamed looking into the side mirror, driving faster than before. My phone suddenly rang, and my triumphant smile dispersed when I saw the caller, "Mia? What's—"

"There's something wrong with your ride! You left a huge oil slick at the start line! You have to end the race fast!"

"H-huge oil slick?" I threw my phone on the passenger's seat and pushed the N2O button to no end.

Then it happened.

The engine started some loud noise, and it wouldn't respond to any taps of the acceleration. The car shook and stopped entirely. Razor sped ahead of me, as I angrily punched the steering wheel and sunk in my seat in grief.

I watched in distress as my car was being towed away. I continued to rub my wrist and it started to get red from irritation. After my car was gone, Razor and his group marched towards me.

"Thank you for the ride. I knew you weren't Blacklist material." He mocked me, and I was about to have a breakdown right there.

"Hey where's your punk money now?" Razor asked as he had Mia in his view.

"What happened?" I heard Mia call as she came running near me, and I continued gasping and gulping.

"What happened is that she's all show and no go." Bull said, and the small crowd started to laugh. I rubbed my eyes a few times; I couldn't let tears bring me down now, when I'm in front of them all.

I placed the back of my palm onto my lips, wiping the sweat off. I knitted my eyebrows and narrowed my eyes to show just how much their mocking affects me.

"Hey Mia, the winner's circle is over here." Razor opened one arm wide, as Mia looked at him disgustingly.

"Cops! Cops!" A random guy screamed, and the entire group ran to their vehicles in a great hurry. I watched the chaos unfold, as smoke was everywhere. I stood there, helpless, waiting for my fate to strike me. A few cops came into the view, and that's when Razor drives up next to me,

"Bus stop is that way princess!" He smirked. Pissed off, I managed to angrily kick his tire, speeding away just when Cross appeared in my view.

"See, I thought you would've won, but you're all mine now."

Rolling my blue pupils, I sighed and extended both my arms forward, "Let's get this over with."

Cross shot a laugh as he set up the handcuffs around my wrists. "Now that's a good and conscious girl."

"Hey, where's your fancy ride?" Cross' partner asked, and I snorted.

"Who cares? She's not going to need it where she's going. They're going to love you in the big house baby."

He pushed me ahead to his car and trashed me into it. I pursed my lips and threw my head back, thinking of numerous ways to take revenge on Razor…

…if I'll ever bail out the jail.

That's it for my first story ever posted here.

I hope you liked it! Thank you!