Hi guys!
So guess what? I turned sixteen recently. Guess what I got?
A lot of great crap.
And guess what else?
SOME AWESOME REVIEWS FROM YOU LOVELY PEOPLE, WHICH I WILL PROCEED TO REPLY TO:
Kireichocho - Thanks! Oddly enough, unlike most, I always got the vibe that Allegra and Kaori were friends. I feel like they compliment each other; one is a hardcore rebel, and the other is all sugar and smiles. It's kind of a classic friendship pair. I kind of like it that way. And what IS Allegra going to do with the baby? I simply have no idea…
Violette91 - Thanks for the review! To be honest, I don't think Kaori is dumb. I think she's just a really, really happy person, and not even all that hyper either. Just… happy. Lol I'm sorry if you don't like her that way. Tell you what, I'll make her chill out. Allegra can def help with that. And to each his/her own, it's all good. =D
XJijixthexPandax - Thanks so much! Appreciate it. =) The keeping-them-in-character idea is kind of what I'm going for, so I'm really glad it seems to be working. *sniff, happy tears* I love those guys!
Furthermore. I have to be honest with you all; I am also a novelist. I've got some other works rapidly progressing which I plan on publishing. Most writers in my position would be like, "Screw fanfiction, I've got bigger fish to fry." Well, I'm not most writers - I love SSX way too much, and have a MAJOR soft spot for every one of these marvy characters. While I'm loyal to my special series, I shall not stop with this story until I've absolutely got to - and that shouldn't be any time soon.
So, that being said…. Enjoy ;)
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If those who lived at the Green Station Lodge were not good at one thing, it was keeping secrets.
It wasn't really their fault (with the exception of Griff); they'd made an agreement, and gone over it several times, not to tell any other competitors or any of the event organizers that Allegra was having a baby. But when Elise went to the salon in Metro-City that day, she and Nate were having a long conversation on the phone about whether or not they could trust Mac and Griff. Eddie (who was once 'close' with Elise) walked by then and heard just about everything. She pushed him against the wall and practically strangled him before demanding he told nobody. He promised. He lied. (Why would he keep a secret Elise asked him to?)
Luckily, he hadn't heard who the father was, and Viggo, who was his good friend, was nowhere to be found. Eddie lived up on Peak 2, and so did Luther and Zoe and Marisol, so of course he told every one of them as soon as he returned from the city. Zoe quickly messaged Moby up on Peak 3, and of course Griff had crossed his fingers, and so on and so forth.
And that was how (almost) every competitor in the circuit learned about Allegra's came and went, and Allegra had not left her bedroom. Every now and then, her phone vibrated, and even rang once or twice, but she didn't dare answer it. Not even officially pregnant for three hours, and she was already turning into an extremely boring low-life. She hated this fucking kid almost as much as she hated its fucking father. Listening over and over again to 'Clockwork' was like gritting teeth that had just been drilled together hard, and then feeling the throb in her mouth.
Still there are lines for us to write before we close our eyes, and only time will tell the ending when the ink runs dry . . .The next line went 'time will tell everything', and something about the way it sounded made Allegra feel a swelling that was a lot like his voice. The way the singer sang those words gave her a strong sting. Those lyrics sounded so matter-of-fact, but they weren't…it sounded like him, and she knew his voice's every word. Why did she have to miss his voice so much?
She decided her stomach suddenly hurt and rolled over. Just because she missed him didn't mean she had to think about him.
But she still didn't want to turn 'Clockwork' off yet.
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Only a few minutes ago, Viggo had decided he didn't like it when people whored words around. Well, he changed his mind. He was a dirty rotten street-scum hooker, and he hated Psymon. Hated him.
He turned every corner on his board and raced through every tunnel after Psymon. Up ahead, Psymon, who was taunting Viggo with various songs little kids would sing, crashed through an out of bounds sign. That turn had been sharp and unexpected. Viggo was slender and fast and turned quickly on his board, almost falling backwards from the sudden jerk. He shook his head to get the blood out of his sight. His nose still hurt like hell.
That didn't matter. His mind was going faster than he was. It went back to the first day of the third season, which wasn't that long ago, but seemed like it … Viggo couldn't even remember what he had first done to piss Psymon off, but Psymon definitely hated Viggo more than anyone else on the circuit. He was always doing stupid things that barely bothered Viggo, like tripping him or hiding his stuff; people always warned Viggo to be scared and apologize to Psymon for whatever he did to make him so mad. Viggo always waved it away and laughed, because Psymon was just a guy, just like he was. There was nothing Psymon could do that Viggo wasn't prepared for.
Today, though - Psymon had finally done it. There had to be some kind of weird plan going on, Viggo thought. Psymon had found out where Viggo was free-riding, and then he broke his nose, and was baiting him to chase him down the course. Also, which Viggo definitely remembered, Allegra had glared at him when he'd said hi to her. Everyone knew Psymon was a nutcase, bound to snap at any second…but, Viggo never had actually believed that. He never thought Psymon would hurt Allegra, or something, just to get at Viggo…
Maybe he was being dramatic, but Psymon still shouldn't have said anything about Allegra. Viggo didn't know how many people remembered exactly what had happened the night of that one party, but Psymon couldn't have known about Viggo and Allegra. There was just no way. But that glare had killed Viggo inside for a second.
Anger inhabited Viggo. It was one thing to pick on him occasionally, but putting Allegra in serious harm just to piss him off? Viggo felt like there was a thermometer that was filling up fast and painfully, and while he chased Psymon, he chased the liquid that ran through it. The more he thought about her, the faster he was able to go. The more he could keep up with it.
There was one final grind before the last grind, and then came the end of the course. Viggo found himself right on Psymon's tail. One they reached the empty finish line, Viggo shoved Psymon face first into the snow. Glaring, Viggo unlatched his board, while Psymon cackled.
"Ahahaha . . . pffft, it's Viggo gone bloodlust!" Psymon wiped a tear away. "Oooh, he's SCARAY!"
Viggo stood above Psymon. He felt weird at this angle, since it usually felt the other way around. "Shut up," he said. "I'm not gonna play any games right now, Psymon. Where's Allegra?"
Smirking back another cackle, Psymon pointed a finger at the edge of the mountain. He moved at a pace that was slow and dramatic enough to drive Viggo crazy, on purpose. "Waiting."
"Waiting for what?" Viggo demanded.
Psymon gulped back laughter. "For the return of her dashing hero, who so bravely raced to her rescue to vanquish the Evil Dr. Stark." He attempted to glare and look badass, but burst into laughter again instead.
"SHUT UP!" Viggo yelled. "What the hell are you even doing? What did I even do?"
Up until then, Viggo hadn't bothered asking that. Psymon stopped dead, glanced at Viggo and answered in an icy monotone, "There are thousands of things a mere pack wolf can do to make the alpha male go savage. I should know; I'm the alpha male."
Viggo shook his head, not even sure he was really hearing this. "You're the what?"
"The alpha male. King of the wolves. King of the peaks. King of the circuit." He stood, staring Viggo down the whole time. Viggo felt a small chill. "Or, I was. You saw me out there, my poor, sappy victims all cheering my name. The liked me. They really did. Not too long before, I'd decided Peak Three would then be called my palace." He blinked, his eyes spelling out something wrong with his mind. "It went like that for a good fortnight, 'til my pack cried mutiny and challenged me out at my throne."
It had taken a few seconds, but Viggo finally understood. Psymon was crazy. He was mad because of the race at Peak Three's Throne, when Viggo beat him. Before then, Psymon had called himself the 'personal owner' of Peak Three, and declared that no one could take him down…
"None of those wolves could beat the alpha male at his own game," Psymon continued, still venomous and in monotone. "No… wolf…but….YOU. So you've got it comin' to ya, buddy - Hey! …. Grr, GIMME THAT!"
Psymon's phone had rung. Viggo had reached into Psymon's bag as soon as he'd heard the ringtone, but Psymon had dove for it. Viggo kicked Psymon so hard that he fell back into the snow. "Hello?" he yelled into the phone.
"Hello? Wait, who the hell is this?" It was unmistakably Zoe's deep, raspy voice.
"Zoe?" Viggo asked. "Oh, good, thank God…" Viggo knew as well as anyone that Zoe was virtually a side-kick to Psymon. "What did he do to Allegra?"
"What did who do to Allegra?" Zoe asked.
"Psymon!" Viggo exclaimed. "I know he did something to her. He's mad because I won that Throne race awhile ago… Why did I have to win that fucking race?" He'd actually practiced long and hard hours to win that race and take Psymon down, but now he'd never regretted anything more.
"What the - Allegra's in her lodge room," Zoe said. "Went down there to see for myself. Ain't left all day."
Viggo's heart did a weird skip. "Is she okay? Is she hurt? Ugh, why did I even go out today?…"
"Oh yeah, she's fine. But, ho-ho, it's pretty bad stuff, man -"
The phone went flying from Viggo's hand and fell in the snow. Psymon had thrown it, and now stared Viggo down again. "She answer your question, 'Swede'-y pie? There ain't no Allegras in this neck of the woods."
"You did something to her." For the first time, Viggo almost felt too angry to move. "You're the reason she hasn't talked to me since the night of the party."
"Yes, no, maybe so." Psymon cocked his head and squinted his eyes. "Hehehe…"
By now, he'd gotten on his board and began to ride away, picking up his phone on the way out.
Viggo was still planted to the ground. His voice was his only tool of defense.
"IF YOU EVER TOUCH ALLEGRA, I'LL KILL YOU!" he screamed.
But Psymon only laughed again. "So long, poppet!" he answered as he rode away, leaving Viggo alone again.