AN: This is a new story I'm working on. It is more action orientated and is
not going to be fluffy like my first two stories sorta turned out. Not that
I am not proud of those but this one is a different sort of story. Please
review and let me know if this prequel has you interested in reading more.
There are two songs this is mainly based on, Hell Yeah, by Dead Prez and
Adrenaline by Gavin Rossdale. I would really love to hear if people want to
read the rest. It is still a work in progress but I have the first 30000
words written. Not to sound needy but review me and let me know if you
wanna see how the team fits in and know more. Thank you. :)
Adrenaline A Prequel to the story.
*Several Years ago*
Joe was on the phone, she could see him through the crack the door was open. "Yeah, she's very pretty." He must be talking about one of the whores he was always picking up. There were so many of them. But her brother, well half brother she reminded herself, was something of a big player in this neighbourhood and girls were always thinking that if they slept with him they might get to have him for their own and get the social status that came with that position. But her brother was a user and had no interest in being faithful to anyone.
"She's just 15, and I promise you she's a virgin. I keep too close of an eye on her for her not to be."
Well, that changed things. A 15 year old virgin? That wasn't one of the girls, none of them were virgins. She heard her brother say once he liked a woman who knew what she was doing. And he liked older girls not teenagers. And Joe had been keeping an eye on this girl.
"Well, I'm sick of watching the brat so you can have her for 5 grand, and of course your promise of an alliance between us."
Oh my god, he was talking about her. She was the 15 year old virgin. He was gonna sell her to who ever was on that phone.
"You can come get her tomorrow. The sooner the better as far as I'm concerned. Like I said, watching the brat is a pain in the ass. You'll have your hands full just keeping her in line though. She's a willful brat." Joe laughed.
Kat ran to her room and sat with her back against the closed door and cried. She knew there was no love lost between her and her brothers but to be sold like a car to some random old guy just because her brother wanted to make a business deal was quite a blow. What was she gonna do? Not go live with some guy as a sold slave that was for sure.
She pulled herself together and got out her duffle. She threw all her clothes into it and the picture of her and her mom. If only her mom hadn't died last year. This would never happen if her mom was around to keep her brothers in line. But her mom was dead and gone. She wondered again about the dad she had never known. Why had he left them and where was he now? Maybe she'd look him up when she got where she was going. But all she knew about him was he was Italian and he left them when she was about 6.
Then she realized that she didn't know where to go. The only skill she had was her ability to move a car at extreme speeds. Half the reason they shortened her name to Kat was her agility with a car. But she was sick of driving corvettes for her brother. She wanted to race so called 'rice rockets' but that wasn't ever gonna happen if she got sold by her brother. She didn't know where to go, she just knew she had to go soon. She hid the bag then turned on the radio. She'd leave after everyone else was out for the night. Her heart was pounding, blood racing, and she was in a cold sweat. She was running on pure adrenaline. She had to calm down. She turned on the radio.
A song came on. It was called California. It called to her.
On a lonely day I look out on the freeway I can fantasize 'bout the car I drive Don't need the light on I can find my way It's been so long now I have to say
I'm goin' to California Gonna live the life Sippin' on tequila night after night Dreaming of the moment when everything was right A little bit of love goes a long way tonight
I'm on my way heading for the sun That's where I'll stay I'm never goin' back home Do you ever feel like you need a change? Hangout where no one knows your name
That sounded so good. Hang where no one knew her. No one sayng she was only worthwhile cause she was Joe's sister. No Joe. She did need a change, and once she left she could never come back. No more snow. She could dream of a time when everything was right, if she left. Sometimes you had to make your own luck. This was one of those times. California was also on the other side of the country about as far away as she could get.
She waited till she heard her two brothers head out for the night. They'd pour themselves into bed after dawn so she had hours to get away. She knew her brother was counting on her to do what she always did, do homework and go to bed. That's why she had this edge to escape. But she decided to give her brother a little going away present and hope she still had time to get out of town. She went into her older brother Joe's room and lit the curtains on fire. Then she ran back to her room.
She grabbed her bag and ran out to the garage. She took the keys to the car that she called hers. It wasn't and it was hotter then the weather in her destination, the City of Angels. But it was the only car that it wouldn't arouse suspicion if she ran into anyone her brothers knew on her way out of town. It was the car she drove and raced. It was a sweet car but not her passion. It was a 2000 C5 Corvette in Onyx black.
She tore out of the neighbourhood they lived in and didn't stop till she got to the outskirts of New York. She gassed up the car and bought a USA Map. She tore out of there and started across the USA toward sunny California. Who knew what she'd find. Who cared she was driving a stolen car with no license. She'd have a chance at life now. It took her a week of driving all night and sleeping all day in cheep motels to cross the USA.
Thank god she had fake ID. She didn't dare use any of her credit cards because her brother could trace her. She couldn't leave any traceable info. She'd have to assume a new name. She always went by Kat anyway but that wasn't her real first name. She decided to tell people her name was Katharine Leone Stewart. Which wasn't her real last name or her full set of first names. She resolved to make a new life to go with her new name.
Her childhood home burned to the ground.
She got into LA at night and promptly got lost. She ended up in what she could tell was a very bad part of town. She was terrified. After all she was in a very expensive car, and that sign had just said South Central. Even people from New York had heard of this neighbourhood. She saw a store and stopped for directions out of here. As she went to walk into the store she was stopped by three guys. Three big, black, scary looken guys wearing black and red bandanas and with guns stuck in the waistbands of their pants.
"Whatoya think the little white girl is doin' here?" Stacy Kelly asked his two friends as they walked up to her.
"I don't know but she's either lost or stupid. And scared out of her mind I think" Sean Black answered him.
"Nice car she's got." Kale added.
The three men advanced on her and she nearly ran for her car. She just barely held her ground.
Somewhere else in LA people were racing fast imported 'rice rockets' and one team was kicking ass and taking names.
Adrenaline A Prequel to the story.
*Several Years ago*
Joe was on the phone, she could see him through the crack the door was open. "Yeah, she's very pretty." He must be talking about one of the whores he was always picking up. There were so many of them. But her brother, well half brother she reminded herself, was something of a big player in this neighbourhood and girls were always thinking that if they slept with him they might get to have him for their own and get the social status that came with that position. But her brother was a user and had no interest in being faithful to anyone.
"She's just 15, and I promise you she's a virgin. I keep too close of an eye on her for her not to be."
Well, that changed things. A 15 year old virgin? That wasn't one of the girls, none of them were virgins. She heard her brother say once he liked a woman who knew what she was doing. And he liked older girls not teenagers. And Joe had been keeping an eye on this girl.
"Well, I'm sick of watching the brat so you can have her for 5 grand, and of course your promise of an alliance between us."
Oh my god, he was talking about her. She was the 15 year old virgin. He was gonna sell her to who ever was on that phone.
"You can come get her tomorrow. The sooner the better as far as I'm concerned. Like I said, watching the brat is a pain in the ass. You'll have your hands full just keeping her in line though. She's a willful brat." Joe laughed.
Kat ran to her room and sat with her back against the closed door and cried. She knew there was no love lost between her and her brothers but to be sold like a car to some random old guy just because her brother wanted to make a business deal was quite a blow. What was she gonna do? Not go live with some guy as a sold slave that was for sure.
She pulled herself together and got out her duffle. She threw all her clothes into it and the picture of her and her mom. If only her mom hadn't died last year. This would never happen if her mom was around to keep her brothers in line. But her mom was dead and gone. She wondered again about the dad she had never known. Why had he left them and where was he now? Maybe she'd look him up when she got where she was going. But all she knew about him was he was Italian and he left them when she was about 6.
Then she realized that she didn't know where to go. The only skill she had was her ability to move a car at extreme speeds. Half the reason they shortened her name to Kat was her agility with a car. But she was sick of driving corvettes for her brother. She wanted to race so called 'rice rockets' but that wasn't ever gonna happen if she got sold by her brother. She didn't know where to go, she just knew she had to go soon. She hid the bag then turned on the radio. She'd leave after everyone else was out for the night. Her heart was pounding, blood racing, and she was in a cold sweat. She was running on pure adrenaline. She had to calm down. She turned on the radio.
A song came on. It was called California. It called to her.
On a lonely day I look out on the freeway I can fantasize 'bout the car I drive Don't need the light on I can find my way It's been so long now I have to say
I'm goin' to California Gonna live the life Sippin' on tequila night after night Dreaming of the moment when everything was right A little bit of love goes a long way tonight
I'm on my way heading for the sun That's where I'll stay I'm never goin' back home Do you ever feel like you need a change? Hangout where no one knows your name
That sounded so good. Hang where no one knew her. No one sayng she was only worthwhile cause she was Joe's sister. No Joe. She did need a change, and once she left she could never come back. No more snow. She could dream of a time when everything was right, if she left. Sometimes you had to make your own luck. This was one of those times. California was also on the other side of the country about as far away as she could get.
She waited till she heard her two brothers head out for the night. They'd pour themselves into bed after dawn so she had hours to get away. She knew her brother was counting on her to do what she always did, do homework and go to bed. That's why she had this edge to escape. But she decided to give her brother a little going away present and hope she still had time to get out of town. She went into her older brother Joe's room and lit the curtains on fire. Then she ran back to her room.
She grabbed her bag and ran out to the garage. She took the keys to the car that she called hers. It wasn't and it was hotter then the weather in her destination, the City of Angels. But it was the only car that it wouldn't arouse suspicion if she ran into anyone her brothers knew on her way out of town. It was the car she drove and raced. It was a sweet car but not her passion. It was a 2000 C5 Corvette in Onyx black.
She tore out of the neighbourhood they lived in and didn't stop till she got to the outskirts of New York. She gassed up the car and bought a USA Map. She tore out of there and started across the USA toward sunny California. Who knew what she'd find. Who cared she was driving a stolen car with no license. She'd have a chance at life now. It took her a week of driving all night and sleeping all day in cheep motels to cross the USA.
Thank god she had fake ID. She didn't dare use any of her credit cards because her brother could trace her. She couldn't leave any traceable info. She'd have to assume a new name. She always went by Kat anyway but that wasn't her real first name. She decided to tell people her name was Katharine Leone Stewart. Which wasn't her real last name or her full set of first names. She resolved to make a new life to go with her new name.
Her childhood home burned to the ground.
She got into LA at night and promptly got lost. She ended up in what she could tell was a very bad part of town. She was terrified. After all she was in a very expensive car, and that sign had just said South Central. Even people from New York had heard of this neighbourhood. She saw a store and stopped for directions out of here. As she went to walk into the store she was stopped by three guys. Three big, black, scary looken guys wearing black and red bandanas and with guns stuck in the waistbands of their pants.
"Whatoya think the little white girl is doin' here?" Stacy Kelly asked his two friends as they walked up to her.
"I don't know but she's either lost or stupid. And scared out of her mind I think" Sean Black answered him.
"Nice car she's got." Kale added.
The three men advanced on her and she nearly ran for her car. She just barely held her ground.
Somewhere else in LA people were racing fast imported 'rice rockets' and one team was kicking ass and taking names.