Disclaimer: I don't own Speed Racer or any of its characters.
Chapter Three
In the living world...
"Come on, Trixie, you have to eat something," Mom Racer beseeched the young woman who lay on Speed's bed.
"I don't want to."
"Come on-"
"MOM! MOM!"
"What is it Sprittle?" Mom asked her remaining son, exhasperated, as he came screaming-literally-into the room.
Sprittle ran up to Speed's TV and turned it on.
"What are you doing?!" Trixie asked him with a hard edge in her voice.
"Where's channel 32?" Sprittle asked out, ignoring the anger in Trixie's voice, "3...11...21...ah, here we are!"
"And in a late-breaking story...Today the World Grand Prix came to a stand still as the great Champion Racer-no pun intended-Speed Racer was brutely murdered in cold blood."
At this reminder of Speed's departure from the world of the living, Trixie burst into fresh tears. Mom got up to turn the TV off, but Sprittle moved in her way.
"The rescue workers searched the woods below the cliff, with little hope of finding the young Racer alive. After an exhausting seventeen hour search of the area, the rescue workers called off the search after, what Channel 32 has come upon as iron clad fact, the rescue workers have found what appears to be the charred remains of Speed Racer's racing uniform jacket. Also what appears to be a, completely untouched, ring on a chain was found in the lining of the jacket neck. Now we go live to the woods where-"
"That's my ring! I lended it to Speed for luck!" Trixie choked out, drowing out what the man said next, "He would never take it off!"
Just then the phone decided to ring. Pops, who was nearest to one, answered it. After hanging up, he calmly walked into Speed's bedroom.
"Who was it dear?" Mom asked, "Was it another reporter?"
"No, no dear, nothing like that. Just some hospital."
"Hospital?" Trixie repeated, "What Hospital?"
"The local hospital and with news that Speed's been found..." Pops stopped and looked at all of them before breaking into a grin, "Alive!"
"Alive?" Trixie repeated with tears of joy running down her cheeks.
"Yes, alive!" Pops yelled, repeating himself.
"Can we go see him?!" Sprittle asked, excitedly.
"We can't go see him yet, but we can go to the hospital and wait until he is out of Emergency Surgery."
And with that, the three members of the Racer family, Trixie, and Sparky climbed into a car and drove off to the hospital. En route, Trixie dialed a phone number on her cell phone. It rung once, then twice, and a third time. Trixie was about to hang up, when a half-asleep voice came onto the phone.
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*Ring Ring!*
With a groan, a hand shot out from under a heavy comforter and groped for the on switch for a lamp on the bedside table. Finally finding it, the light clicked out, revealing a digital clock that read 12:05, Midnight. A male figure got out of the bed, wearing only a pair of boxers.
*Ring Ring!*
"I'm coming-dammit-I'm coming!" he yelled out in anger, as he stumbled out of the bedroom, banging his shin on a low chair in the process.
*Ring Ring!*
Just as it finished ringing for the third time, his hand closed around the phone, pulled it off the reciever, and put it to his ear.
"Hello?" he half-stated, half-asked, still very much asleep.
"Racer X?"
It woke him up, but only about half-way.
"Who is this?"
"It's Trixie."
"Oh, hi Trixie," he replied dully and then yawned, "What do you want? It's like Midnight or something close to it."
"The Hospital just called! They found him!"
"Found who?"
"Speed, silly," Trixie replied as if he should have known just who she was talking about, "They found him alive and we're heading over to wait until he's out of Emergercy Surgery."
Okay, now he was totally awake.
"I'll be over there as soon as I can, which is right after I hang up and get dressed! Bye!" he replied and hastily hung up the phone before running back into his room to get dressed.
'So it really wasn't a dream. Speed is alive and in a coma. Hope he can leave limbo before it's too late.'
Chapter Three
In the living world...
"Come on, Trixie, you have to eat something," Mom Racer beseeched the young woman who lay on Speed's bed.
"I don't want to."
"Come on-"
"MOM! MOM!"
"What is it Sprittle?" Mom asked her remaining son, exhasperated, as he came screaming-literally-into the room.
Sprittle ran up to Speed's TV and turned it on.
"What are you doing?!" Trixie asked him with a hard edge in her voice.
"Where's channel 32?" Sprittle asked out, ignoring the anger in Trixie's voice, "3...11...21...ah, here we are!"
"And in a late-breaking story...Today the World Grand Prix came to a stand still as the great Champion Racer-no pun intended-Speed Racer was brutely murdered in cold blood."
At this reminder of Speed's departure from the world of the living, Trixie burst into fresh tears. Mom got up to turn the TV off, but Sprittle moved in her way.
"The rescue workers searched the woods below the cliff, with little hope of finding the young Racer alive. After an exhausting seventeen hour search of the area, the rescue workers called off the search after, what Channel 32 has come upon as iron clad fact, the rescue workers have found what appears to be the charred remains of Speed Racer's racing uniform jacket. Also what appears to be a, completely untouched, ring on a chain was found in the lining of the jacket neck. Now we go live to the woods where-"
"That's my ring! I lended it to Speed for luck!" Trixie choked out, drowing out what the man said next, "He would never take it off!"
Just then the phone decided to ring. Pops, who was nearest to one, answered it. After hanging up, he calmly walked into Speed's bedroom.
"Who was it dear?" Mom asked, "Was it another reporter?"
"No, no dear, nothing like that. Just some hospital."
"Hospital?" Trixie repeated, "What Hospital?"
"The local hospital and with news that Speed's been found..." Pops stopped and looked at all of them before breaking into a grin, "Alive!"
"Alive?" Trixie repeated with tears of joy running down her cheeks.
"Yes, alive!" Pops yelled, repeating himself.
"Can we go see him?!" Sprittle asked, excitedly.
"We can't go see him yet, but we can go to the hospital and wait until he is out of Emergency Surgery."
And with that, the three members of the Racer family, Trixie, and Sparky climbed into a car and drove off to the hospital. En route, Trixie dialed a phone number on her cell phone. It rung once, then twice, and a third time. Trixie was about to hang up, when a half-asleep voice came onto the phone.
~~~~~~~~
*Ring Ring!*
With a groan, a hand shot out from under a heavy comforter and groped for the on switch for a lamp on the bedside table. Finally finding it, the light clicked out, revealing a digital clock that read 12:05, Midnight. A male figure got out of the bed, wearing only a pair of boxers.
*Ring Ring!*
"I'm coming-dammit-I'm coming!" he yelled out in anger, as he stumbled out of the bedroom, banging his shin on a low chair in the process.
*Ring Ring!*
Just as it finished ringing for the third time, his hand closed around the phone, pulled it off the reciever, and put it to his ear.
"Hello?" he half-stated, half-asked, still very much asleep.
"Racer X?"
It woke him up, but only about half-way.
"Who is this?"
"It's Trixie."
"Oh, hi Trixie," he replied dully and then yawned, "What do you want? It's like Midnight or something close to it."
"The Hospital just called! They found him!"
"Found who?"
"Speed, silly," Trixie replied as if he should have known just who she was talking about, "They found him alive and we're heading over to wait until he's out of Emergercy Surgery."
Okay, now he was totally awake.
"I'll be over there as soon as I can, which is right after I hang up and get dressed! Bye!" he replied and hastily hung up the phone before running back into his room to get dressed.
'So it really wasn't a dream. Speed is alive and in a coma. Hope he can leave limbo before it's too late.'