Fallen From Grace, Risen in Glory

by Diemel

Velox is a 5yr old Flea-bitten Arabian mare who was born into the Dubai racing industry, but how can you race if you can’t hear the bell? Deaf in her right ear and scared from the whip used to make her go, Velox fell from Grace at the hands of abusers, only to rise in Glory with the world’s top *evil* spy agency; L.E.M.O.N.S. This is her story, from abused to assassin. And those wh

So this is a preview for my fanfic I will be writing about the LEMONS from Cars 2 (Only all characters in horse form) This is my OC's backstory and she plays an important roll in the main story. You will meet some of the actually LEMONS operatives in the next chapter. Apologies for this one being so short, lacking on motivation, the next will be longer I promise!

'Ladies Gentelmen, welcome to the 39th annual running of the Tea Rose Stakes! It's a beautiful day for racing here in Sydney, Australia and I can't wait to see what these fillies can do! May I say Jim, I'm especially excited to watch Dubai's own, Roxi's Night Angel. This filly has been on FIRE since her maiden run at Blue Diamond Preude, where she took home 1st set a new record of 2 minutes and 34 seconds!"

"Me aswell Darrne, and look here they come! The fillies are making their way to the gates, with Roxi's Night Angel towards the back as she prepares to enter gate 8."

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She. Was. Trapped. There was no where to go, no way to break free and Velox could slowly feel herself losing control.

She couldn't hear anything. She was there, but she wasnt. Life was going on around her, she saw it, so then why couldn't she hear it?

The green stall in the starting gate began to feel like a giant cage, it's bars separating her from sound, from reality. It was if a deafening pit was opening underneath her; staved ravenous for its next meal. And slowly, she could feel herself giving into it. Bit by bit part of her slipped away into the deafening darkness until it was just her body left, trapped in the stall above.

As she sank, Memories of the past pushed their way to the surface, sweeping through her mind like a flood; "Why won't you run, you useless horse! Your no better than a slashed car tire, but then again, isn't that what you are? Broken?" She still remembered that night, the whip dragging across her back over and over again. The jeering comments thrown at her by passed Byers. "Useless, Broken, Trash, disappointment, deaf filth." They hurt almost as much as the bloody wounds from the whip, maybe more...

Velox was brought back to reality by a sharp stinging sensation across the her withers. Squealing, she ripped out of the gate, bucking kicking. Fleeing, the pain fear coursing through her veins begun to gave way to something she never thought she was capable of feeling; the need for revenge.

Blood boiling, Velox slammed her full weight into the side of the fence, throwing her hinds legs up with such force that that wicked man flew off her back.Her hooves came down, but not before lashing out once more. Metal shoes collide with something hard, followed by a cracking sound that split the air like lightning in a storm

Realizing what she'd just done, Velox tore away from the fence in pure terror. Blood spilled over her sides, and drenched her legs till she was covered in it. And the horrifying thing was, itframedher justlikeshewas, nojustlikethe thingshehadbecome; likethemurdershe was. And that was when everything went black.