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D's for Determination!


"Yall mothufuckas think yall big time, fucking with Subway Surfers yall gonna die!" I said screaming at the top of my lungs. I let my paint ball gun's nozzle wave over at the assailants, remnants of the Mad Hopper gang. Seeing as guns were outlawed in 2156 paintball guns were used to solve petty squabbles now a days. If anybody really needed something solved they'd have to shell out big bucks to pay for an illegally manufactured one.

"Cover me, Imma bout to go fucking kamikaze on these fucking bunnies!" Bleach said coming out of a hidden closet slamming a "bunnies" head in, wielding a metal crowbar. He got hit with a few paintballs from the assailing Mad Hoppers but he quickly got in cover.

The enemy gang members attacked us in our house. A little house we relocated to like three weeks ago. The gang had grown a lot since Bleach and Justo joined. The house may not have been an executive location but all of my 14 members were okay with it so I was fine. The house didn't even belong to me it belonged to one of the female members, Monica. She was a latina girl who had earned her way into the gang by robbing some hoverboard shop of their boards. Some hardcore girl she was.

"Get off your ass and shoot!" Monica yelled at me as she sprayed her own paintball gun. She hit three mad hoppers. Two hoppers got their mask broken in, the other member got shot in the throat, he reached for it for a second. Trying to repair his now injured trachea, he was a goner.

"Nice shot." Justo commented shooting a few rounds at a moving Mad Hopper. The masked man fell to the ground face first, his mask cracking with his fall.

"Cover me puntos. I'm going in." Monica ordered getting ready to charge to the living room where most of the enemy gang members were waiting.

"Go!" I ordered trying to gain some authority, I mean I was the leader of the group. Luckily the latina girl was about to go anyways.

She shot out a few times as she got out of her cover behind an opened door that lead to the restroom. I followed her close. Shooting over her back. Justo was shooting behind us and Bleach was running with his crowbar trying to get in front to go "caveman" on our enemies.

The Mad Hoppers fell in front of us. The paintballs were a lot more powerful than your average paint ball guns seeing as Pope, our tech guy, had engineered them to be a bit more powerful than normal. The Mad Hoppers were helpless against our onslaught. There were a few Mad Hoppers outside trying to come in as backup. We sprayed our weapons widly across our front yard and the Mad Hoppers were mowed down like grass on a lawn.

"We still got time Justo you think we'll make it?" I asked Justo as he started to take some well needed breaths.

"To the competition? I doubt it." Justo stated, I smiled a little. That was just the inspiration I needed.

"That's why I'm here. To prove you wrong. Monica grab two jetpacks and our boards. Please." I asked knowing it wasn't going to get done if I said like "I owned her".

The latino woman did it without saying anything. She brought out two stolen jetpacks and our boards. We had back packs for the boards. Instead of putting them on our back I told Justo to put his board bag on froward and his jetpack on the regular way.

In a few seconds we were ready for lift off. I told Monica to watch her back and she waved goodbye. I held Justo's jetpack, knowing he'd probably swerve out of control without a helping hand. Once we got into the air Justo immediately started screaming like a bitch. I wanted to let him go but I knew that wouldn't help. As we got higher the 2nd level hover car lanes were busy. I swerved in between taxis, cars, and trucks. I was a professional at this, didn't nick me or Justo once.

The jetpacks were losing fuel quick and soon we were cascading down, our hoverboards making our decent a little slower. I wasn't going to hold Justo's hand through this one. He was screaming by himself now. I needed to get to this competition if it killed me…or Justo for that matter.

I hit the ground calmly cruising through the streets to find the entrance for competitors. Justo came quickly behind. We weaved through all the fans who were going to be exhibiting. When we got to the sign up area I told them my name and partner and they let us in, they said that Pope had already signed us in at warm up room 32#. It seems our works didn't speak for themselves quite yet. That Subway Surfer Logo however had become a popular sight on the railways. Now we just needed to expand.

2 hours later…

"Now for our final competitors. The umm what's their name? Oh yes the Subway Surfers. Then we have our hometown heroes of the board, true champions of our annual Jinni Circle Competition, winning in first throughout the competitions last 6 years. They have just recently signed with Lippo apparel. The Devil's Duo! This should be a slaughterhouse." The announcer boomed over the crowd of raving young peoples. I could feel the air of love for the hometown champs. I wanted to defend our reputation and title but I figured it was better to just let our works show for themselves.

"First up Justo from the Subway Surfers. Perfect time to get some snacks, you won't miss much." The announcer announced, showing his prejudice once again.

The course was set up pretty nice. It started out with a long slope that ended in a ramp. You traversed to the other side and you met a sort of stretched half pipe like path. At the end of the pipe was a similar pipe except it swirled around. Except there was an elevated curved rail to grind on, once you dismounted the rail you did your final trick. Afterwards you had an open area to take a bow to the horde of teenagers and young adults, both equally drunk. The only things that were judged were the opening tricks, the grind, and the tricks you did after you dismounted the rail.

They say that at one point this place was used for something called "skateboarding" some wooden plank with wheels, it was ancient history to me.

Justo came down the slope with a fire in his eyes, I was almost scared he was going too fast but I couldn't hold his hand now. He was free as a bird.

His dismount was what surprised me, he got off the ramp with some sort of boost. The effect was him going higher than he got farther. For a second I was wondering what he was going to do. For a second it looked like he was just going to grab his board but to my surprise he had spread his arms and somehow allowed his board lodge itself in between the balls of his back. At the zenith of his launch he looked just like a depiction of jesus on a cross. Genius.

He descended from the height of his trick in the same position and for a second I thought I was going to have to make an early call to the ambulance that had already made two trips here. But Justo landed it perfectly, still in a crucifix pose. He rode along the swirly ramp and before you knew it he was on his head balancing as he was on the bottom of the loop. When he was on the side he had gather and was speeding yet again for another trick.

The speedster was coming out of the last loop when he readied himself for his last two tricks. Before he even got to the ramp he spread his arms out and as the edge of the loop ramp approached Justo kept his arms raised and kicked off of his board. I almost thought he had fucked up but he looked calm and relaxed, like he was doing this for fun. As he soared up in the air, his board flew in the air. When Justo reached the curved rail himself he just grabbed it with his hands. With the momentum of his dismount he was able to launch himself in the air and onto the rail. He then almost inhumanly gracefully ran on the rail. His balance never wavering.

He jumped off the rail with ease, he grabbed the board as it began to fall towards the ground. As he descended he seemed to be doing a backflip but instead of going all the way he seemed to hold the backwards free-falling position until he started to get close to the ground. He landed perfectly on his board and in drunken unison with the Jake's apprentice's landing the crowd went crazy. Justo did the standard orchestral bow and the crowd couldn't get enough of it. He had proved a point that day, the Subway Surfer's ain't nuthin to fuck wit!

Justo's performance made every other performance look pathetic, even my own. Our teams' combined score was being calculated as our team prepped ourselves for our trophy acceptance. Justo was going to be the man to grab the trophy, he had no doubt won this one for us. There was going to be a party for this shit tomorrow. Minutes later they awarded us the 1st place trophy. We were none to humble in accepting it either, we needed something to shove in the Devil's Duo's faces. Twas a good day to be a Subway Surfer.