Four years later
Christy closed her eyes and tried to ignore the steady roar of the crowds around her.
"Hey, your on in five." Christy nodded at Sam her manager and opened her eyes. She pulled on her helmet and stepped onto the platform. In a second, a loud voice boomed through the stadium.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to this momentous occasion. Today we are here with the Guinness world book of records representatives to see if Christy Ride can beat the record set by Johnny Blaze ten years ago. Just for an update, Christy will have to jump over 50 cars and copters to beat Johnny. As a special surprise, Christy will also be revealing her new bike, Adrenaline. Without further ado, I give you, Christy Ride!" The stadium erupted in sound as Christy revved up her new bike.
The platform started to rise and through the stage. Christy was glad for her helmet as the flashing lights on stage spotted her vision. She held up her fist and the noise intensified. She turned to Johnny Blaze who stood on the side of the stage, she nodded to him and he just watched her. She revved her engine again and kicked the stand up.
She was poised in front of the ramp when a flashback hit her.
One year ago
She was riding through the parking lot as Megan watched her. The two of them were laughing as Christy did wheelies on her recently restored bike. She had just done a particularly long wheelie when she heard a thump behind her. Wheeling the bike around, she gasped. Megan lay on the ground, her arms splayed on the dark cement. Ditching her bike, Christy ran to her and knelt. Her hands stroked her sister's face as soft tears rolled down her stunned face.
Megan's eyes were glassy; looking up Christy saw a dark figure. She had screamed and screamed, but the figure just watched her. When Christy looked up again, the figure was gone. She had knelt over her sister's body for hours until their foster parents had found them. That was when she had left to find something else, something like trick riding.
Christy scowled as the unwanted memory disintegrated. Wasting no more time, Christy sped down the ramp. The speed was like a drug as her new bike, Adrenaline, carried her into the air. As she sped over the cars and the bikes below, she sat forward on her bike and in a smooth motion she flipped through the air. "Beat that Johnny Blaze," Christy thought triumphantly. In what seemed to be too short of a time, she was landing on the grass at the other end of the stadium.
She pulled her helmet off and looked around her, her breath caught as one person stood out in the crowd. There stood Megan, Christy's eyes widened in shock, but then she was gone, in her place stood the man that she had met so many years ago on the night of Christy's miraculous recovery.
