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In The Dark Future of Our Lives

"My condolences, sorry for your loss," this time it was an older woman, but her words were the same as all the others.

Sorry for your loss. Speed sighed, they make it sound as though his mother was merely a trinket. A set of loss keys. It seemed as though there should be something more substantial that should be said. After all, she was the greatest person who ever lived on this earth.

"Sorry, I'm late dude."

Speed looked up and actually smiled. Sparky was the only one who didn't treat him like a fragile vase. He would still call him 'dude' even at a funeral.

Speed looked up at his friend through long black bangs, his sharp blue eyes showing his gratitude, "Don't worry, you're here now."

Sparky was probably the one that changed the most out of the 'Go Team'. He was now more rough around the edges. He spoke up for himself and was quite the ladies man. His physical appearance had changed the most also. His hair was long, brown with auburn highlights, sitting on his shoulders. He had three piercing, all in his ears and one tribal tattoo on his arm.

Sparky stood beside Speed, "Do you know all of these people?"

Speed shook his head, "No. Some are extended family, but most are from the racing industry. Those people are here for Pops," Speed hung his head, if it wasn't for Sparky, he'd have no friends here at all.

The funeral was longer than Speed expected; full of people crying because of the realization of their own fragile mortality than that they truly missed Mrs. Racer. It made him sick.

Sparky stayed for the reception, something Speed didn't think he was going to do. He watched his friend as the taller man sat across the room and spoke to his younger brother Spritle.

"Hey, Sparky, by the way, have you seen my brother?" Spritle was in middle school now and a lot skinnier. Speed actually missed his brother's plump cheeks, but he supposed that was the natural order of things. Lose your baby fat and become independent.

"He's over there," Sparky pointed and Spritle thanked him.

Running, Spritle reached his brother, "How long do you think is this going to last?"

Before Speed could answer a petite woman stepped up, "It takes a while Spritle, extended family have to catch up," she looked down at Speed, "and old friends have to get reacquainted."

Speed stood out of respect and put forth his hand.

The woman frowned, "A handshake? Is that all I'm worth now?"

Speed's brows crinkled in confusion, then it hit him. He should know this woman, he should remember her somehow.

The woman let out a giggle and wrapped Speed up in a warming hug. That giggle was unmistakable.

" T-Trixie?" Speed hugged her back, wrapping her arms around her tiny waist.

She leaned back, "Have I really changed that much?" her hands were still wrapped loosely around Speed's neck and she stroked the soft back hair.

"Yeah," Sparky stepped up beside Trixie, "you have."

She turned her head and frowned, "I'm sorry but..."

Spritle tugged on Trixie's black sun dress, "It's Sparky. That's Sparky Trix!"

"No way!" Her eyes grew wide and she gave him a hug also.

"Mr. Racer! Mr. Racer!" a tall woman with large brown eyes and curls of blond ran up to Speed, "I have this for you. It's a fax."

Speed took the paper and nodded, "Thanks Carol."

Carol smiled then looked over at Trixie and raised her eyebrow in question. Speed saw the exchange and sighed then he proceeded to read the paper aloud:

Sorry for your loss...she was such a pretty girl. Guess she never should have eaten at Eddie's Café. The food there can be killer. Look what a bowl of harmless soup did to your mother. Oh well.

Speed held the paper in his hands brows furrowed, palm sweating. Trixie's mouth was agape and Spritle was chewing on his bottom lip. Carol groaned.

"Ok, I'll say it then," Sparky grunted, "your mother was murdered."

Speed nodded, "It would appear so."

"Why!" Spritle asked, his voice strained with unshed tears.

"I don't know," Speed hung his head.

" Excuse me, Speed?" it was a man in a brown business suit, "Sorry for your loss."

Speed nodded. That's right, the rest of the world is still moving. Still functioning as a whole. Even this man will go on with his life the moment he steps foot in his car. The world still moves. Even though his has been completely yanked from under him.

This is my first ever fanfic so please review! Good reviews, bad reviews, I take them all!!!

-AeryonSun