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It was a beautiful day, the cold winds of December were ignored due to the sun's warmth. The nice weather drew out the people. 'The people' including a certain detective.
After a short meeting with the task force this morning, L decided to go out to a café that is rumored to have the most delicious cake in this part of Japan. He knew it was dangerous to go out, but nothing could come between him and a promise of good cake.
The café was about a 10 minute walk from the hotel he was staying in, and not wanting him to attract attention on the way there Watari decided to make him wear shoes. It may be uncomfortable but Watari wouldn't let him out the door unless he wore them. Speaking of Watari, L didn't forget about the tracker that was placed on him at the last moment. L just let the tracker be, if anything did happen he would be found.
Everything seemed nice and peaceful but things would soon take a horrible turn. The noise came before the car did. A crash was heard as a red and blue blur collided. No, more like the red one crashed into the blue one. The blue car was pushed to the street L was on and came swerving at a fast pace right towards him.
L, recognized the car, it was the one that was speeding around last night. That's not all he recognized, he recognized the fact that the driver had obviously lost control of the car and was not stopping anytime soon. He also saw that he seemed to be right in the path of the car.
Well, this isn't good. He stayed calm. Even if L knew he was in the face of danger he felt no need to be afraid. This isn't the first life or death situation he has been in. And after what he observed last night he could see that the driver knows how to handle their car.
They were going much faster last night and could still avoid hitting other cars. They should have no problem avoiding me.
Seeing as the car was in fact out of control, he made sure he could move out of its path if needed.
After a short moment the driver got their car under control and then finally saw the man standing in her way. She quickly turned her wheel to the left, swerving just slightly as to not hit him and once the man was out of her path, sped up.
As the car pasted him he got a good look at the drivers delicately carved face.
It's a woman?
Even if he only got a quick glance at her he could tell it was a woman. It's not that he's sexist or anything, but it just isn't every day you see a female street racer. It got him thinking, that was for sure.
By now sweat was rolling down Marcella's face. She still needs to catch up to that idiot, and that last second dodge back there had really shaken her.
She shot down the street. From where she was it was a straight path to the finish. It may seem good but her opponent was somewhere in front of her and she couldn't even see him.
Gritting her teeth she cursed her opponent.
Damn.
He could already be past the finish and she had no way of knowing. The thought of him winning disgusted her. Cheating to win. It was absolutely pathetic. And she won't stand for it.
Marcella sped up. She wouldn't let him get the better of her.
A growl left her mouth as she spotted the man's red car up ahead. She was slowly but surely catching up to him, but she had to go faster. The finishing point, she could see it and there wasn't much time before they reach it.
She was right on the guy, just a bit further and she would be in front of him!
Her speed picks up and she begins to get in front of him. Finally! She will win and she knows it.
The two cars got onto a bridge, the end of the bridge is where the finish is. Marcella was ready to pass the red car and as she goes to do so her head begins to ache and her vision turns bloody red. Before she can react to anything the car beside her starts to swerve before it speeds straight for her. It crashed straight into her, driving her into the wall of the bridge.
If he doesn't stop she's going to end up dead.
By now the two street racers had caused a huge scene. There were police cars everywhere and there was a police helicopter right above the crash.
While the police were busy getting out of their cars and getting their guns ready, the crimson car was still going it continued to push at the blue car. The bridge wall couldn't take much more, neither could Marcella's car. With each passing second the car was getting smaller along with her chances of living.
Just as some police officers began to walk up to the cars, the wall finally collapsed sending both cars down to the street below.
