Disclaimer: I don't own Speed Racer. But I own this story! (MWAH HA HA HA) awkward (oh well, I'm going to take over the world!!)
Special Thanks to: Dawn, my beta-reader, for editing my first chapter.
I know I haven't updated in forever and I'm SORRY!! But to make up for it, this chapter is longer than the first.
The Earsplitting
Chapter 2: Volunteers Shouldn't be in Hospitals
Rex pulled up to the hospital downtown in a dark blue Lexus Infiniti, if he brought his yellow and black number 9 racer he would've been spotted or shot at by anyone at any given time. He stepped out of his car and looked up at the 20-story building. It had glossy windows placed in every room lining the exterior of the building and was made and held up by plates and bars of steel. These buildings always seemed to have no outer flaws what so ever, with a sheen that looked as if it was polished and cleaned every second of the day. He walked over through the automatic glass doors and came to a receptionist table with a young girl who had a smile so wide and fake that it was either plastered or painted on. Even her voice sounded too high pitched to be normal when he asked about his appointment with Dr. Liasa.
"Go up to the 5th floor, and it's the third door on your right, hon." The squeaky voiced girl replied with a wink and an even wider smile that could break the bonds of the muscles holding her face together. Rex thanked the girl and slowly inched away from her, slightly creeped out from her perkiness. The elevator wasn't anything too special. It was like most elevators, a cube shaped piece of metal that played bad versions of music while you were crammed in with people you didn't know. At each floor the little bell ringed and the entire elevator shifted, especially when random people scrambled to enter and exit the elevator as the doors opened.
When the little ring sounded for the fifth time, Rex was rushed right out of the elevator through the crowd. He was pushed all the way right in front of a door with clear, bold, black letters stating Dr. Liasa's name. The pro-racer just stood there outside the door stone stiff as if stunned. Rex slowly reached out for the doorknob, but then it began to jiggle and turn. And a volunteer nurse, one that looked exactly like Speed's girlfriend, faced him. It was Trixie.
At first Trixie just stared blankly at him, then had a look of enlightenment cross her face.
"Racer X?" Trixie asked in a soft voice. Rex just blinked a moment or two, then held his index finger up to his sly looking smile. Trixie gave a light smile when she realized her guess was right, and she slid over to the other side of the door to make room for him to enter.
When Rex entered the plastic surgeon's office, he noticed her certificate of graduation along with pictures of herself with her family hung along the beige colored wall. Dr. Liasa was standing behind her desk in a lab coat, obviously noticing he was there for his appointment.
"Rex Racer, I'm agent Liasa of the CID (please correct me if I'm wrong). I understand that you would like to discuss the terms of returning your facial features," the surgeon calmly stated. Rex alone was shocked that she knew his name, his problem, and that he was associated with the CID. "Mr. Racer, please take a seat and we will go over the issues at hand," Dr. Liasa pointed out as she motioned towards the leather seat placed in front of her desk. Rex sat down, being a little flabbergasted by what she previously said.
"Now Rex, as I previously stated, I'm an agent of the CID. We're always watching you, always remember that. The issue we are faced with is the fact that you want your original face back. First of all, it cannot be done. A little tweak here and there, yes, but an entire face is difficult and near to impossible to reconstruct," explained an understanding doctor.
Rex's entire upper body sagged after he heard and processed the news. "So there is no way to undo all of this?" he questioned as he moved his hand in front of his face.
"I'm sorry," the doctor looked at him straight in the eye, "I'm just being curious, but have you ever considered the consequences of having such a well known face again? And possibly how it would affect everyone around you, including your family?"
Rex was now fully alert. Honestly, he hadn't really given a thought to the consequences; all that was going through his mind was the guilt eating him up. They linked eyes for at least a couple of good, solid minutes.
-Back with Trixie-
Trixie was only at the hospital because her volunteer hours weren't entirely covered at the racetrack. So she was stuck with volunteering for Dr. Liasa, one of her parents' family friends. But when Trixie realized Racer X was walking into a plastic surgeons' office; she couldn't help wondering what a CID agent would want with a plastic surgeon. Trixie looked at her watch; she still had about an hour more until Speed picked her up. She had already finished all the charting for Dr. Liasa. That meant Trixie had nothing else to do for a full hour. So being cursed with a curious mind, she began to eavesdrop on the doctor's and Racer X's conversation. She was shocked with herself for being so nosy, but not as shocked when she heard the first line of their conversation. "Rex Racer, I'm agent Liasa of the CID. I understand that you would like to discuss the terms of returning your facial features."
-Back to Rex-
After the first couple of minutes spent in silence, Rex answered, "No, honestly I haven't."
"That's very shocking for me to hear, especially with all the compliments I hear about you from other agents," And after a long talk about his supposed wished actions, the hour of their meeting flew by. Again agent Liasa said, "I'm sorry I can't help you. But you can always break the news to your family at any time. Just remember if you do that, you are risking their lives if you stay with the CID." With a final good-bye between them, Rex picked himself up and walked right out the door. The only thing out of the ordinary was that when he stepped out of her office, he saw Trixie running over to and down the stairs in a hurry. 'Did she hear our conversation?' Rex couldn't help but think, and then bolted after her knowing she contained an amount of information she wasn't supposed to know.
-Back with Trixie-
Trixie's breathing became heavy as she ran down the 5 flights of stairs. She just had to tell the Racers about this. Rounding the third flight, Trixie heard someone chasing and calling after her. It was Racer X or as she now knew him as Rex Racer. Her heart began to pump faster as Trix (nickname) now sprinted down the steps. 'Rex can't catch me, he just can't.' she was silently praying, when she spotted him catching up. Trixie just made it to the first floor, then she felt a hand wrap around her arm. 'It's all over.'