Cars.

Cars are what make humans go fast.

Faster than light.

Faster than speed.

Faster than God.

---Troy Ruse

FASTER THAN GOD

By Jashi

Allo! ^_^ Welcome to my first xXx fic. This is a story, not about love, or adventure. It's about how to survive in a world where survival has either been maximized until there is no one living, or diminished so much that there are people who can live.

Maybe there will be romance between Xander and Troy in this fic. Maybe there won't be.

It depends if Troy needs love to survive.

But probably, she doesn't. (hint hint)

So NO FLAMES! This is not Mary-Sue.

CHAPTER ONE:

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I can't tell you who to idolize

You think it's almost over

But it's only on the rise

Calling, calling

For something in the air.

Calling, calling, I know you must be there.

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I don't really have a last name. I don't really know who I am. But, that's something I have lived with. I'll continue to live with it until that day when my car spins out of control and I go speeding into a wall.

Hey, I always wanted to go up in flames.

There are a thousand miles between me, and that stop.

A thousand miles in a quarter mile.

And one hundred sixteen dollars bet on me.

And three hundred eighty-five dollars bet on Jack over there.

I haven't raced here before. This is a new place, one I haven't been to in over three years. I usually race at the other site, on 44th Street. They know me there. There's Benji and Carla, then all the hardcore racers who come up to me, all adrenaline running through them and fully aroused, wanting to race.

Sure.

How much?

Sometimes it's just for respect, other times for a car, sometimes for a hundred, two hundred, eight hundred.

We race.

I win.

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The story of a woman on the morning of a war

Remind me if you will exactly what we're fighting for?

Calling and calling for something in the air

Calling and calling, I know you must be there.

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Here, I come. I come for the dragging race, the sounds of cars becoming fast and hot, becoming true and fast. Weird chemicals running through them, enhancing, becoming, not unlike a man and a woman.

Hands flying, going faster than anything, flying down the road, winning, losing, the high of a race.

You don't even need cocaine, or a joint, or a bong full of cheap shit to get this high.

You are free, just for five seconds…ten seconds…a minute when you race. Nothing matters. Nothing matters.

The guy next to me smiles and rolls down the window.

God.

"Little one needs to go sit down and watch, eh?"

I flick him off through my open window. I roll it back up, and check everything.

I'm ready.

Another guy comes up to signal the race. He waves his arms.

Whooosh.

I'm free I'm free going so fast I can't barely breathe and then the sounds the sounds of God, God himself trying to catch up with us, with me, we're going too fast, too fast. Humans can't go this fast, but they do.

I cross the line.

Before Jack Schitt does.

That's…four hundred and one dollars. Plus all the bets others made.

I smile, and as we come to a stop, I roll down my window to talk to Jack Schitt.

"Maybe someone needs to go to 44th Street and actually learn how to race. You don't know shit."

Anger is already burning in him, and maybe I've just thrown gasoline on top of a tiny candle.

It doesn't matter.

Nothing matters.

Only those fifteen seconds really matter.

The story of a woman on the morning of a war

Remind me if you will exactly what we're fighting for.

Calling and calling for something in the air

Calling and calling, I know you must be there.

I don't want to be your little research monkey boy

The creature that I am is only going to destroy.

Throw me to the wolves because there's order in the pack

Throw me to the sky because I know I'm coming back.

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Well, that's it for the opening chapter. The POV above is the POV of Troy Ruse. The main character. This is more of a prologue, but it's a good opening. The song is The Red Hot Chili Pepper's "Easily". I don't own it. I don't own xXx either. But Troy Ruse is MINE. MINEMINEMINE! Mwahah!