Author Notes: I'm back and ready to continue, thanks to your kind comments. Well, this story is roughly based on the movie Death Race 2008. I said roughly, because you'll see that I'm just borrowing the storyline a bit, not the whole plot.
Since I'm making Terminal Prison an all female prison here, there's no male characters in this story, at least for the prisoners.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, except for the OC that will appear later in the story. All characters belongs to Takeuchi-sama.
Death Race chapter 2:
Haruka sat silently in her cell. She still did not get it. First, she came home to find her girlfriend Minako brutally murdered, and then she got the blame and got sent to Terminal Prison, for everything's sake. Not to mention some bastard hit her really hard on the head- there was a bump somewhere on her head. Touching the bump, the blonde racer wince at the pain; but at the same time she remembered something.
[Flashback]
As Haruka's attention was drawn to the gruesome sight in front of her, she could not hear the sound of footsteps coming right behind her. Only when the unknown person accidentally stepped on a creaky floorboard did she turned around, and got a striking blow on the head that knocked her out. Moments before blacking out, she caught a glimpse of the culprit.
A golden signet ring with the letters "SK".
Then everything went black.
[End Flashback]
The door of her cell opened, and a warden, whose name tag read "Zoicite", came in, handcuffed Haruka and told her to come with him. They walked along the gloomy greyish corridors of the facility building, through winding walkways and muddy prison yards, until they reached the manager's office. Zoicite knocked on the door. "Beryl-sama" he said "I've brought her here."
The heavy metal door opened, revealing a typical prison-manager-styled office with hundreds (if not thousands) of surveillance screen, with a bunch of low-ranking underlings in front of them. And in the far corner of the room was a large paper-desk with the tag "Manager". Sitting behind it was a woman with long brown hair, whom Haruka assumed to be "Beryl-sama". Stood by her side were two high-ranking wardens: Kunzite, a man with long white hair; and the other was Nephrite, a black-haired guy.
Madam Beryl smiled at Haruka (somehow) wickedly, and invited her to sit down. Because her legs were devastated after the long walk here, Haruka didn't hesitated (by the way, when she thought about going the same distance back to her cell, our dashing blonde mentally sighed.)
"Good evening, Tenoh-san." smiled Beryl "I believe you have some trouble adapting, eh?"
"Please stop beating around the bush" retorted the blonde "I just want to know why I'm here in the first place. I havent done anything wrong, and I didn't murder my girlfriend."
"Too bad. The CSI have some proofs to convict you guilty, because your fingerprints were found on the knife with which poor Aino-san had been murdered. Though I really don't think that'll be a necessary info, considering there are no judges who could say you're innocent anyway."
Haruka retreated back in her seat. Beryl was right. The economy collapsed, dragging justice along as they both tumbled down to nothingness. Still, she wanted to get out of this nonsense.
"I know what is going on inside that head of yours, Tenoh-san. So I'll offer you a chance. You see, in Terminal Prison we hold an annual race which is called "Death Race". The racers will race on a 3-part race over 3 days. And you know what the best thing about that is?"
"You're getting on my nerves. Just tell me already!"
"Ooh, feisty one, arent you?" Beryl got her sick smile plastered on her face. "Well, if you, can win 5 races, you're free to go. But be careful, because this race isnt just any race. You may die. But you have an advantage: you are going to continue the track of a previous racer, nicknamed "Uranus". She had won 3 out of 5, so you just have to win 2 more."
"What if I don't agree?" Haruka coldly asked, keeping eye-contact with the manager.
"Hahaha... I know you will. You always dream of become a pro, right? The court sentenced you to death, however. So basically you get the skill, and if you race, you may win 80% chances to get out of here and follow your dream. That's it, unless you want to be shot at dawn."
(Damn, she know me quite well. Alright, I might as well run risk either way. This is not time to waver)
Taking a deep breath, our blonde racer said: "Thanks for the offer. I'll do it"
Dear readers, since my OC are coming soon, should I provide you guys with their profiles? Or should I just post their profiles on, well... my FFN profile?
Ja ne.