Almost Shattered Chapter 18: Wanting to Finish the Job, a speed racer fanfic

Chapter 18: Wanting to Finish the Job

The look alike was in his glory as he snuck out of his uncle's house wearing the famous blue shirt and white pants. Those were the only clothes with him at the jail when his uncle had picked him up. The look alike laughed to himself as he replayed the lecture he had received from his uncle in his head. The lecture had consisted of his uncle telling him that he couldn't leave the house under any circumstances. When the telephone started to ring, his uncle was too trusting as he left to answer it, leaving the look alike alone. The uncle's advice had gone in one ear and right out of the other because the look alike soon had his uncle's keys in the ignition of his car and was now headed to finish his job on both Speed and Trixie.

"What do you mean the look alike is out of jail!" Pops screamed at Inspector Detector feeling himself starting to sweat.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Racer," Inspector Detector said feeling horrible after giving him the bad news.

"I never thought in a million years that you would even let someone post bail to get him out!" Pops screamed outraged; wanting to hit something. "He's a damn animal who wants to kill my boy!"

"I know how you must feel," the Inspector said trying to stay calm so he could find out where Speed was.

"No! You don't know how I feel!" Pops roared getting right in Inspector Detector's face. "He made my son suffer tremendously and I'm sure that he wants to finish Speed off." Pops made fists with his hands and added, "How could you let him out on bail!"

"Damn it!" the Inspector yelled back almost tempted to punch the bricks on the front of the house as he now lost it. "I would have never let the look alike out! If it was up to me, I'd lock him up forever without even giving him a trial!"

"Then who let him out!" Pops yelled not feeling any better.

The Inspector tried to gain control as he said in a calmer voice, "The judge is a friend with the look alike's uncle. The uncle posted bail."

"Oh that's just great!" Pop's yelled feeling even more anger as his blood boiled. "I wonder how the damn judge would feel if a nephew of mine tried to kill his son! Would he let me post bail for my nephew?"

"I know what you're saying," Inspector Detector said disgusted. "Believe me. If I would have had any idea that this was going to happen, I would have stopped it."

"Stopped what?" Mom Racer asked appearing by the door next to Pops. "What were you two yelling about?"

Inspector Detector and Pops both calmed down as they looked at each other both hating to tell her.

"Oh no," Mom Racer said taking in the troubled look between the two men. She had known that something was wrong from the screaming she had heard, but now she knew what they had been screaming about had to be very bad.

Pops turned to his wife and broke the news to her as gently as possible. "The look alike is out of jail. He's free."

"What!" Mom Racer exclaimed almost feeling as if she could faint.

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"I wonder where Pops is," Sparky said to himself as he did a few things here and there in the Go Team's Pit at the track. Looking at his watch, he added, "I know he said to meet him here at this time." Suddenly Sparky thought he heard some footsteps. That must be Pops, now, he thought. He turned and thought he saw someone in a blue shirt and white pants walk by quickly. "Speed?" Sparky asked shaking his head as if to sharpen his vision. I must be seeing things, he thought but unfortunately he said out loud, "Speed is with Trixie at my place."

The person in the white pants and blue shirt hadn't been a figment of Sparky's imagination. The look alike was there, glad that Sparky had thought out loud. "Thank you, Sparky. Now I know where to find my prey."

In the garage of Sparky's apartment, all was quiet. Once up the stairs, sweet words of love could be heard being murmured between sounds of passionate kissing among two people in love. Still on the sofa, his body layered over hers, it was as if Speed and Trixie were discovering a new and perfect world with only each other. She knew that Speed, the young man who had always confided in her and watched over her, was for sure her one and only and he knew there could never be another for him than Trixie.

Breathless after a powerful kiss, they drew apart and gazed deeply into each other's eyes. Very seriously, Speed whispered, "You are so beautiful."

"So are you," Trixie whispered back just as serious making Speed smile because he had never been told that before.

Not being able to fight the overwhelming need to kiss her again, he gave in and moved his lips on to hers for another tender, lingering kiss. The more passionate it became, the more their hearts pounded. Eventually their fierce kissing had somehow been enough as it came to an end, and they just held each other until fatigue began to take over the both of them.

At the track, Sparky was still in the pit fiddling around under the hood of a car. Because the weather was a bit gloomy, he started to think about the horrifying things that had happened to Speed and he got chills as he imagined the look alike now coming after him. Pulling out from under the hood, he stopped and stared at the engine as he started to scare himself.

He imagined being hit by a truck, then tied up and almost beaten to death. "Poor Speed," Sparky whispered as he shivered. "It's like the look alike came straight out of a horror movie." Sparky started to shiver again as he imagined someone being a Sparky look alike who wanted to kill him. Suddenly, the scared mechanic felt a hand on his shoulder. "Ahhh!" he screamed scared to death.

"Sparky," Racer X said trying not to laugh. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

Sparky let out a relieved breath when he saw that it was the Masked Racer. "Oh hi, Racer X. Please just ignore me. I thought you were me, I mean looked like me, I mean oh, forget it."

"I think that would be best," the Masked Racer said more interested in knowing where Speed was. "How's Speed been doing since the look alike has been caught?"

"More like, how are Speed and Trixie doing?" Sparky said almost sounding a tad bit jealous. "I thought they were inseparable before. You should see them now."

Racer X smiled remembering the kiss he had caught Speed and Trixie in at the hospital before Speed was released to go home. "Give them a break, Sparky," Racer X said happy for his brother.

"I guess I should," Sparky admitted. "Trixie's a lot better than the other girls Speed has dated. Plus, it's different this time. I know Speed's really crazy about Trixie."

Suddenly a police car pulled up just barely stopping before Pops and Inspector Detector jumped out of it.

"Sparky!" Pops yelled running up to him not seeing the Mach 5 anywhere. "Do you know where Speed and Trixie are?"

Sparky vividly remembered Speed telling him not to say where he and Trixie were. "No, I don't know where they are." Sparky said nervously.

"Damn it!" Pops exclaimed knowing Sparky was hiding something. "Sparky answer me. Where are they?"

"What's wrong?" Racer X asked calmly while looking at Inspector Detector.

The Inspector shook his head in disgust as he said, "The judge let the look alike out on bail."

Racer X's adrenaline started pumping at knowing he had to save his brother.

"Tell us if you know where Speed is!" Pops demanded while staring a hole into Sparky.

Knowing that the young couple needed police protection as soon as possible, Sparky exclaimed, "He and Trixie wanted to be alone so they're at my place!"

Racer X was gone in a flash before Pops or Inspector Detector could even ask for his help.

Meanwhile, Speed and Trixie were now sound asleep in Sparky's apartment. They were each on their sides facing each other with their arms around one another.

Knowing as much as he did about Speed, the look alike knew right where Sparky's apartment was. He had no problem sneaking in through the big garage door, even with the large bag he was carrying. He carefully and quietly climbed the stairs and then walked into the small den, becoming quite pleased to see that his prey wasn't expecting him. After putting his bag down, he then moved to and leaned over the young, sleeping couple with a wicked grin on his face. Placing his hand on Trixie's head, he then lightly ran it over her hair.

With her eyes remaining closed, Trixie smiled feeling what she thought was Speed's touch as she gently squeezed his waist where her hand was resting on him.

The look alike smiled too as he pulled his gun out of his back pocket and then held it only an inch away from Speed's head.

Trixie opened her eyes to see Speed's beautiful sleeping face, but her heart felt as if it stopped when she noticed the end of a gun very close to the side of his head.

Not moving the gun away, the look alike whispered to Trixie, "Hi, baby."

Seeing the look alike through the corner of her eye, tears began to flow as Trixie looked back at a very unaware, sleeping Speed. She was too scared to move as she whispered, "Speed." Because he didn't respond, she said his name a little louder as the tears continued to roll out of her eyes. "Speed."

Acknowledging that he heard her, Speed only smiled.

Trixie hated that she had to make him open his beautiful blues to the horrible situation that they were in. Wanting to gently shake him to open his eyes, her hand on him had only managed to tremble.

The tremble made Speed open his eyes to see the tears running down her face and the fright in her eyes. Before he could say anything, she whispered in a shaky voice, "Speed. Don't move."

"Baby. What's wrong?" he asked not having a clue. For a brief second he wondered if he was dreaming when he suddenly felt the presence of someone leaning over them. Turning his head, the confused expression on his face turned to shock and then fear as he saw the look alike holding a gun pointed at him. But more worried about his girlfriend being safe, Speed protectively pulled her closer to him.

"Get up," the look alike said clearly enjoying himself as he backed up and pointed the gun at the both of them.

Speed couldn't believe this was happening as he stared at the look alike and whispered very low to Trixie, "Okay, let's just stand up."

They soon got up slowly and Speed instinctively moved in front of Trixie, not wanting her to get hurt. Forcing himself not to be scared, he told himself that the look alike was just a man.

"Oh no you don't," the look alike said with a smile as he tilted his head to look behind Speed at Trixie. "Come here you sweet thing."

Not wanting to leave her boyfriend, Trixie shook her head no.

"Leave her alone," Speed said not wanting the look alike near her.

Getting upset, the look alike pointed the gun in Speed's face and said, "Shut up. She's mine." He then grabbed Trixie by her wrist and yanked her to him.

Angry that the look alike had grabbed his girlfriend so roughly, Speed exclaimed, "You son-of-a-bitch! Let her go!"

The look alike put his arm around her waist and pulled her till her back was up against him, and then he put the gun to her head. "Don't tell me what to do!" he screamed at Speed. He then smiled at the control he had. "I could blow her brains out if I want."

Speed lifted his hands as if to give in and in a pleading voice he said, "Do what ever you want to me but please don't hurt her."

Trixie looked at Speed feeling he had been hurt enough by this mad man already.

The look alike then pushed Trixie down to the floor. "You're right," he said looking at Speed. "I want to finally finish the job on you."

Trixie lay on the floor half way sitting up on her side as she watched in terror how the look alike grabbed Speed by his arm and forced him into a chair, which was by the table in Sparky's small kitchen.

The look alike then turned to Trixie and said, "You. Get up and take everything out of my bag."

Trixie didn't know what bag he was talking about so she looked in the direction he had pointed. Sure enough there was a big, brown bag, like one that would be used in a potato sack race.

"Hurry up and empty the bag!" the look alike screamed at her.

Trixie crawled over to it and then slowly untied the knot that had kept the bag closed. Normally she would have gotten the knot out pretty quickly, but her nerves had her hands shaking too much. When she finally got the bag open, she hesitantly looked into it.

Speed saw the fearful expression on her face at what she saw.

"Trixie, Trixie, Trixie," the look alike said amused at her face as he kept the gun pointed at Speed. "Just take the stuff out of the bag."

Very low, Trixie began to whimper as she stuck her hand into the bag and pulled out a bat, more bullets for the gun, and then a rope."

"Now, now," the look alike said trying to sound extra sweet, "Trixie dear, get that rope and come here. I want you to tie Speed to the chair."

Trixie hesitantly picked up the rope and then stood up and walked over to them. She met Speed's eyes, but saw that he didn't look scared like she was.

"Pull his arms behind the chair and start tying," the look alike said motioning with the gun.

Trixie was literally shaking as she knelt down behind Speed.

Speed put his arms behind the chair and then soon felt Trixie's shaking hands tie him to it.

After the knot was made, the look alike leaned down and pulled on the rope. "Make it tighter than that!" he yelled at Trixie.

"Stop yelling at her!" Speed exclaimed beyond upset.

"You just shut up," the look alike said throwing a nasty look at Speed.

Not wanting to, Trixie tightened the knot. The look alike leaned over and pulled on the rope again. "That's much better. Now tie each foot to a leg of the chair."

Trixie moved around to the side of the chair and tied Speed's foot to the leg of the chair. After she tied his other foot to the other leg, she pushed up onto her knees to see Speed's eyes on her. For a split second she didn't care what the look alike would do to her and she threw herself against Speed and hugged him as she cried.

Speed closed his eyes and moved his head against hers trying to comfort her. "Shhh," he whispered. "I can handle it again."

The look alike rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, that's enough." He then took Trixie's arms from around Speed and threw her on to the floor.

"Damn it!" Speed yelled with anger. "Don't hurt her again!"

"You don't even want to know what I'm going to do to her when I'm finished with you," the look alike said with a laugh.

"I won't let you touch her," Speed said sounding so determined as he looked at the look alike with no fear in his eyes.

For a few seconds, the look alike stared back at Speed wondering how the racer could be so stupid to think he was going to live. "You won't be able to help her because you'll be dead," the look alike said putting his gun into his back pocket. He then leaned over and picked up the bat. Lifting it, it was clear that he was ready to swing it at Speed.

Suddenly, the door to the garage opened and both Speed and Trixie exclaimed at the same time, "Racer X!"

The look alike threw down the bat and grabbed the gun from his back pocket. But before he could point it at the Masker Racer, Racer X jumped on him knocking him to the ground as a struggle ensued.

"Trixie!" Speed called out looking at her; his eyes wide, "Untie me!"

Trixie rushed to him and began doing so.

While struggling on the floor, the look alike had managed to knock Racer X hard in the head with the gun causing the Masked Racer to fall unconscious; unable to help Speed for the first time.

Extremely angry, an untied Speed roared, "Put the gun down and let's fight!"

The look alike gaped at Speed as if he was crazy. Then suddenly the thought of a fight began to sound like a good idea as he put the gun into his back pocket once again figuring that he could just shoot Speed after the fight.

Trixie watched as they began to throw their fists at each other and she saw that Speed was definitely winning. His rage had him feeling as strong as an ox as he beat the life out of the look alike.

Knowing he was losing this fist fight, the look alike had somehow managed to grab his gun out of his back pocket and then point it at Speed. "I don't even care if you don't suffer, I just want you dead... now," the look alike said, breathlessly.

Trixie remembered how badly the look alike had hurt Speed in the woods and couldn't bare to see him hurt again, or worse...dead.

Unexpectedly, Inspector Detector and Pops came through the door. When the inspector saw the look alike pointing his gun at Speed, the Inspector pointed his at the look alike and yelled, "Drop it now!"

"NO!" the look alike yelled just as Trixie moved in front of Speed.

At that same moment, the inspector pulled the trigger to shoot the look alike. Inspector Detector knew this had to end once and for all before the look alike succeeded in killing Speed. The bullet hit the look alike in his chest and he began to wobble around for a few seconds with a sick smile on his face before he fell to the ground dead.

Though a man was dead, Speed felt relieved as Trixie backed her back up against him. He happily put his arms around her waist. "It's really over," he said so relieved, but Trixie didn't answer him. Confused, Speed wondered why she felt so heavy against him; like she needed his support to stand up.

After gently turning her around as he held her up, she whispered to him with her eyes just barely open, "I couldn't…let him hurt you…again."

"What?" Speed asked as his expression changed to sorrow when he saw the blood from a gunshot wound to her right side just under her shoulder. "Oh, no!" Speed said in a panic as his world came crashing down. "Trixie...no!"

Inspector Detector had seen what Speed hadn't. It all seemed to have happened in slow motion. When the Inspector and Pops had showed up, Speed looked at them taking his eyes off of the look alike and Trixie. Trixie however, saw the look alike ready to use his gun. To protect Speed, she ran in front of him. The look alike hadn't even known that he shot Trixie instead of Speed because he, too, was looking at the Inspector when he screamed "no" and pulled the trigger. The inspector and the look alike had pulled their triggers at the same second making two shots sound as one.

Feeling extremely weak, Trixie slumped against Speed.

Trembling as tears struck his eyes, Speed very carefully picked Trixie up and carried her over to Sparky's sofa. He knew that other than needing God, he needed her in order to live.