Chapter 10
Dom's Supra pulled up to the line first, followed by Tyler's Mitsubishi Evolution. Dom checked his exhaust temperature gauge, and made sure his boost gauge was working. All fine. He pressed play on the remote control, and instantly Limp Bizkit's 'Rollin' blasted out of the speakers. In the next car, Tyler did nothing but look out onto the strip of road in front of him. Suddenly he looked over at Dom. "Yo. Toretto!" he hollered. Trying to be heard over the roar of his exhaust. "Just a little something to think about." "Oh yeah, what's that?" Dom asked. Not really interested in the conversation. "You'd better tell Mia to watch her back". Dom looked over fiercely.
"What the fuck did you say?" But before Tyler could answer, a Mexican who frequently raced stepped between the cars. He raised his arms.
Dom was still looking at Tyler when he pointed at the guy with his arms in the air. Dom looked out in front. He had to get his mind on the race, and deal with Tyler's shit later. Suddenly the Mexican dropped his arms, and the tires on both cars squealed in resistance. They were off. Dom took the lead, and he couldn't see Tyler on either side of him. He changed up gears and his car thundered on. Everything became a blur. Although his car could do a quarter mile in 9 seconds, it felt like this race was taking 9 minutes. His mind was bent on reaching the finish line first and just when he thought he had it, he saw a silver wing out of the corner of his eye. Tyler had been shocked at how quick Dom had gotten away. "the car's not as bad as I thought" he said to himself. "Nothing I cant handle" he said aloud. He pressed his foot to the floor and his car quickly caught up with the Supra. The finish line was now in sight, and Dom was starting to sweat. With a quick glance down, he eyed the red button and then looked back at the road. He pushed the button with all his might, as if pressing it that bit harder would make him go that bit faster. He was well prepared for the knock-back and handled the car expertly. There was almost no sign that he had used Nos, except for the fact that he now left Tyler in a pit of smoke. Tyler obviously noticed this, and was alarmed that he had been beaten to the button. He in turn pushed his, and soon caught up with Dominic. Dom's Nos shot was running out and Tyler thought for a moment that he had lost. And then he done something he never thought he would. He pressed his second Nos button, and the car swerved slightly to the right with the over-force. In a smudge of orange and black, he completely obliterated the Supra and crossed the finish line first. Dom came in about half a second later.
Dom sat in his car and took deep breaths. "Did that just happen" he said. He looked all around him and the crowd stood silent. Dom got out of the car and headed over to where Tyler was being slapped in congratulation by his crew. Dom looked over to where his team had been standing, and the look upon their faces was heart-breking. "Tyler" he interrupted. The guy who beat him turned around. "Where's the keys to my new car?" he demanded, holding out his hand. Dom hesitated, the threw them at him. He caught them in the chest, and in turn threw them to Flaco, who ran past Dom and jumped into the car. "Anything else?" "Yeah as a matter of fact there is. What did you mean about Mia?" he asked, his face growing dark and serious. "What I said, she'd better watch her back!" "And what does that mean?" he asked. "You'll find out before long. That's it. Let's go!" Tylers crew headed to their cars and drew out of 'The Strip'. Dom walked over to his team.
The five of them watched, as the two best cars they ever had, were driven out of their lives, by the guy with the worst reputation in this part of the country. He walked over to Letty, and stood in front of her. "God Dammit Dom. What have you done?" she started to cry and climbed into car, followed by Mia. She offered some comfort by touching his side, and giving him a smile. It was a half-hearted smile though, and he knew it. The girls drove furiously away from him, and he then turned to the guys. "Get in Dom" Vince ordered. "Guy's let me exp.." He was cut off by Leon. "Just do it Dom. You don't need to speak!" A comment like this, usually awarded the speaker a visit to the hospital. But this time he co-operated. He climbed into the car, knowing he should've listened to them after all. Too late now.
Dom's Supra pulled up to the line first, followed by Tyler's Mitsubishi Evolution. Dom checked his exhaust temperature gauge, and made sure his boost gauge was working. All fine. He pressed play on the remote control, and instantly Limp Bizkit's 'Rollin' blasted out of the speakers. In the next car, Tyler did nothing but look out onto the strip of road in front of him. Suddenly he looked over at Dom. "Yo. Toretto!" he hollered. Trying to be heard over the roar of his exhaust. "Just a little something to think about." "Oh yeah, what's that?" Dom asked. Not really interested in the conversation. "You'd better tell Mia to watch her back". Dom looked over fiercely.
"What the fuck did you say?" But before Tyler could answer, a Mexican who frequently raced stepped between the cars. He raised his arms.
Dom was still looking at Tyler when he pointed at the guy with his arms in the air. Dom looked out in front. He had to get his mind on the race, and deal with Tyler's shit later. Suddenly the Mexican dropped his arms, and the tires on both cars squealed in resistance. They were off. Dom took the lead, and he couldn't see Tyler on either side of him. He changed up gears and his car thundered on. Everything became a blur. Although his car could do a quarter mile in 9 seconds, it felt like this race was taking 9 minutes. His mind was bent on reaching the finish line first and just when he thought he had it, he saw a silver wing out of the corner of his eye. Tyler had been shocked at how quick Dom had gotten away. "the car's not as bad as I thought" he said to himself. "Nothing I cant handle" he said aloud. He pressed his foot to the floor and his car quickly caught up with the Supra. The finish line was now in sight, and Dom was starting to sweat. With a quick glance down, he eyed the red button and then looked back at the road. He pushed the button with all his might, as if pressing it that bit harder would make him go that bit faster. He was well prepared for the knock-back and handled the car expertly. There was almost no sign that he had used Nos, except for the fact that he now left Tyler in a pit of smoke. Tyler obviously noticed this, and was alarmed that he had been beaten to the button. He in turn pushed his, and soon caught up with Dominic. Dom's Nos shot was running out and Tyler thought for a moment that he had lost. And then he done something he never thought he would. He pressed his second Nos button, and the car swerved slightly to the right with the over-force. In a smudge of orange and black, he completely obliterated the Supra and crossed the finish line first. Dom came in about half a second later.
Dom sat in his car and took deep breaths. "Did that just happen" he said. He looked all around him and the crowd stood silent. Dom got out of the car and headed over to where Tyler was being slapped in congratulation by his crew. Dom looked over to where his team had been standing, and the look upon their faces was heart-breking. "Tyler" he interrupted. The guy who beat him turned around. "Where's the keys to my new car?" he demanded, holding out his hand. Dom hesitated, the threw them at him. He caught them in the chest, and in turn threw them to Flaco, who ran past Dom and jumped into the car. "Anything else?" "Yeah as a matter of fact there is. What did you mean about Mia?" he asked, his face growing dark and serious. "What I said, she'd better watch her back!" "And what does that mean?" he asked. "You'll find out before long. That's it. Let's go!" Tylers crew headed to their cars and drew out of 'The Strip'. Dom walked over to his team.
The five of them watched, as the two best cars they ever had, were driven out of their lives, by the guy with the worst reputation in this part of the country. He walked over to Letty, and stood in front of her. "God Dammit Dom. What have you done?" she started to cry and climbed into car, followed by Mia. She offered some comfort by touching his side, and giving him a smile. It was a half-hearted smile though, and he knew it. The girls drove furiously away from him, and he then turned to the guys. "Get in Dom" Vince ordered. "Guy's let me exp.." He was cut off by Leon. "Just do it Dom. You don't need to speak!" A comment like this, usually awarded the speaker a visit to the hospital. But this time he co-operated. He climbed into the car, knowing he should've listened to them after all. Too late now.
