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I finally noticed that my summary is cut off, so here's the whole thing.
Summary: During the World Battle Grand Prix, Speed and Trixie become the victims of someone's twisted revenge. While Speed's stuck in Limbo, an old aquaintence is out to repay both Speed and Trixie. Can Speed escape from Limbo in time to save Trixie or will Racer X have to come to the rescue?
Rate's up to PG-13 (Mention of adult topics, violence, cursing, etc.)
Chapter Four
In Limbo...
Speed sighed as he sat back down on the same log that he'd fallen onto when talking to Rex. Now he wished that Rex was here with him. He needed someone to talk to badly. He guessed that he had only been here a couple hours, but there was no way of telling time. He had no watch and it seemed that the sun never set in the place.
He'd been up and down the beach, explored the edge of the main land, and had climbed the only mountain on the island to see what all there was besides his tiny, island, prison. What he saw suprised him, but at the same time didn't. If he really was in Purgatory, then Rex's ghost, or whatever it was, had lied to him; he had to be dead.
The ocean extended quite a ways out from the small island. Then the ground dropped off at a sharp 90 degree angle. The water went over the edge of the land in large, roaring, waterfalls broken into smaller waterfalls by huge, jagged, pieces of rock that dotted the edge of the land in regular intervals. The strange thing was that no matter how much water roared over the side, the ocean never got any smaller.
All around the island, beyond the waterfalls and the edge that ran all around the island, was darkness. Pure darkness that reminded him of a black hole, a collapsed star so dense that not even light could escape from it. As he sat there, thinking about who would want him dead, a memory came to the surface of his mind. A memory that was buried deep within the back of Speed's mind, one that he had wanted to forget.
/Flashback/
Speed was walking home from school and hadn't even gotten maybe a block from the parking lot of the High School, when...
"Hey, Speed!" a female voice called out behind him.
Speed turned around at the voice and softly smiled, as one of his best friends ran up to him.
"What's up, Chris?"
"There's something wrong with Trix," Chris replied, as she caught her breath, "She won't tell me, but she keeps muttering your name over and over again between choked sobs."
Trix was a general nickname for Trixie and she was known to not cry over anything unless it was really upsetting. As Speed heard Chris tell him this, a feeling of dread swept over him, instantly erasing his smile. Speed knew something was really, really, wrong.
"Lead me to her," he commanded Chris with nothing but concern for Trixie's well-being in his thoughts.
Chris turned back around and broke into a run. Speed followed her for a while before they stopped between an unfamiliar, blue, SUV and a familiar, green, Ford Taurus-Trixie's own car. Sitting against her car, with her knees drawn up to her chest, was Trixie. Her chin was resting on her knees and tears were cascading down her cheeks.
Her head came up when she heard them approach. When she caught sight of Speed, her eyes teared up again. Speed immediately dropped to his knees beside her. Concern for her flashed in his blue eyes. He was really worried, as he had never seen Trixie so upset.
"What's wrong, Trix?" Speed asked softly.
He then caught sight of the large, nasty, bruise forming on one side of Trixie's face. Plus the fact that she was holding her ripped shirt together in the front, trying to perserve a little of what was left of her modesty.
"Oh God!" he groaned out, "Don't tell me Steve actually-"
Trixie's eyes widened in fear, and she whimpered, at Steven's name. She quickly nodded, not letting Speed finish. Steven Vens (don't own last name) was Trixie's boyfriend. Everyone, in or out of school, knew that Steven was meaner than a snake. Everyone had tried to warn Trixie, but she just wouldn't listen to them; she was too blinded by her love for Steven.
Steven knew that Speed had a major crush on Trixie. So just to get Speed riled, he treated Trixie like a queen when Speed was around. That didn't matter to Speed-it was what he did to Trixie behind closed doors that had Speed concerned. Alicia Verrs, a really good friend of Chris's was Steve's latest ex.
Steven and Alicia had broken up about a month ago. Alicia was just now getting back the full use of her left arm and right eye. Steve had beaten her almost to death when she wouldn't 'put out' for him. Speed had been about ready to beat Steven to within an inch of his worthless life. the only thing that had saved the scum's life was Alicia telling Speed that Steven wasn't worth it.
Speed looked at Trixie's huddled form and then into her eyes. As soon as he did, his heart froze and then fell down into his shoes. Carefully, and slowly, as not to scare Trixie, Speed pulled out his cell phone and dialed the number for the local police station.
When a dispatcher picked up, Speed slowly stood up, walked about two paces from Trixie, and slowly spoke to the person. He was clearly scared, but he was trying to stay calm. He managed to talk in clear, quiet, tones for a little while before hanging up. He then dialed another number, this time for the local Hopital to get an ambulance.
By the time both a Squad Car and the Ambluance had arrived Chris had managed to get Trixie to awknowledge her presence. Speed stood a little ways away from the two of them, knowing that if his judgement was correct, Trixie would not trust anyone male for a long time. That was true, as when the paramedics, one male and one female, tried to get near, Trixie would go into histerics at the sight of the male one.
Thank God, someone in the police force had enough sense to dispatch a female Police Officer. With Chris, the female police officer, and the female paramedic helping Trixie, she was taken to the hospital, where Speed's worst fear was confirmed. Steve hadn't just beaten Trixie, he had beaten her while he raped her.
Speed felt sick and wanted to find Steve and rip the little asshole into a million pieces. Fortunately for the both of them, the police got to Steve first and after a shoot-out he was arrested. Trixie was shaken up badly, but she managed to give her testimony in court. Due to a plea bargain Steven got off with only a sentence of spending the next five years (I have no real idea how long a sentencing like that is for) behind bars.
/End of Flashback/
As the memory faded away, the realization hit Speed like a lead ball in the stomach. Today, if was still the day of the World Battle Grand Prix, marked the fifth year to the day that Steve Vens was put behind bars. Today he had been released and Speed remembered, from Steve's trial, that Steve had vowed to pay Speed back.
Steve was the one who had done this to Speed. He messed up the Mach 5, he planted the bomb, and he put Speed in this coma. Now he was out there, free, with Trixie, while Speed was stuck here in limbo. Screw life, he just wanted to kill the little jerk before he got to Trixie again.
And now that he thought about it, the rocks, the island, all of the limbo-it all was made up like a giant clock. The rocks marked the hours and the island was the center where the hands were moved. Now Speed knew for sure that his only way out of here was to wake up. The problem was that his clock was ticking down and he didn't know where the hands were now pointed to.
I finally noticed that my summary is cut off, so here's the whole thing.
Summary: During the World Battle Grand Prix, Speed and Trixie become the victims of someone's twisted revenge. While Speed's stuck in Limbo, an old aquaintence is out to repay both Speed and Trixie. Can Speed escape from Limbo in time to save Trixie or will Racer X have to come to the rescue?
Rate's up to PG-13 (Mention of adult topics, violence, cursing, etc.)
Chapter Four
In Limbo...
Speed sighed as he sat back down on the same log that he'd fallen onto when talking to Rex. Now he wished that Rex was here with him. He needed someone to talk to badly. He guessed that he had only been here a couple hours, but there was no way of telling time. He had no watch and it seemed that the sun never set in the place.
He'd been up and down the beach, explored the edge of the main land, and had climbed the only mountain on the island to see what all there was besides his tiny, island, prison. What he saw suprised him, but at the same time didn't. If he really was in Purgatory, then Rex's ghost, or whatever it was, had lied to him; he had to be dead.
The ocean extended quite a ways out from the small island. Then the ground dropped off at a sharp 90 degree angle. The water went over the edge of the land in large, roaring, waterfalls broken into smaller waterfalls by huge, jagged, pieces of rock that dotted the edge of the land in regular intervals. The strange thing was that no matter how much water roared over the side, the ocean never got any smaller.
All around the island, beyond the waterfalls and the edge that ran all around the island, was darkness. Pure darkness that reminded him of a black hole, a collapsed star so dense that not even light could escape from it. As he sat there, thinking about who would want him dead, a memory came to the surface of his mind. A memory that was buried deep within the back of Speed's mind, one that he had wanted to forget.
/Flashback/
Speed was walking home from school and hadn't even gotten maybe a block from the parking lot of the High School, when...
"Hey, Speed!" a female voice called out behind him.
Speed turned around at the voice and softly smiled, as one of his best friends ran up to him.
"What's up, Chris?"
"There's something wrong with Trix," Chris replied, as she caught her breath, "She won't tell me, but she keeps muttering your name over and over again between choked sobs."
Trix was a general nickname for Trixie and she was known to not cry over anything unless it was really upsetting. As Speed heard Chris tell him this, a feeling of dread swept over him, instantly erasing his smile. Speed knew something was really, really, wrong.
"Lead me to her," he commanded Chris with nothing but concern for Trixie's well-being in his thoughts.
Chris turned back around and broke into a run. Speed followed her for a while before they stopped between an unfamiliar, blue, SUV and a familiar, green, Ford Taurus-Trixie's own car. Sitting against her car, with her knees drawn up to her chest, was Trixie. Her chin was resting on her knees and tears were cascading down her cheeks.
Her head came up when she heard them approach. When she caught sight of Speed, her eyes teared up again. Speed immediately dropped to his knees beside her. Concern for her flashed in his blue eyes. He was really worried, as he had never seen Trixie so upset.
"What's wrong, Trix?" Speed asked softly.
He then caught sight of the large, nasty, bruise forming on one side of Trixie's face. Plus the fact that she was holding her ripped shirt together in the front, trying to perserve a little of what was left of her modesty.
"Oh God!" he groaned out, "Don't tell me Steve actually-"
Trixie's eyes widened in fear, and she whimpered, at Steven's name. She quickly nodded, not letting Speed finish. Steven Vens (don't own last name) was Trixie's boyfriend. Everyone, in or out of school, knew that Steven was meaner than a snake. Everyone had tried to warn Trixie, but she just wouldn't listen to them; she was too blinded by her love for Steven.
Steven knew that Speed had a major crush on Trixie. So just to get Speed riled, he treated Trixie like a queen when Speed was around. That didn't matter to Speed-it was what he did to Trixie behind closed doors that had Speed concerned. Alicia Verrs, a really good friend of Chris's was Steve's latest ex.
Steven and Alicia had broken up about a month ago. Alicia was just now getting back the full use of her left arm and right eye. Steve had beaten her almost to death when she wouldn't 'put out' for him. Speed had been about ready to beat Steven to within an inch of his worthless life. the only thing that had saved the scum's life was Alicia telling Speed that Steven wasn't worth it.
Speed looked at Trixie's huddled form and then into her eyes. As soon as he did, his heart froze and then fell down into his shoes. Carefully, and slowly, as not to scare Trixie, Speed pulled out his cell phone and dialed the number for the local police station.
When a dispatcher picked up, Speed slowly stood up, walked about two paces from Trixie, and slowly spoke to the person. He was clearly scared, but he was trying to stay calm. He managed to talk in clear, quiet, tones for a little while before hanging up. He then dialed another number, this time for the local Hopital to get an ambulance.
By the time both a Squad Car and the Ambluance had arrived Chris had managed to get Trixie to awknowledge her presence. Speed stood a little ways away from the two of them, knowing that if his judgement was correct, Trixie would not trust anyone male for a long time. That was true, as when the paramedics, one male and one female, tried to get near, Trixie would go into histerics at the sight of the male one.
Thank God, someone in the police force had enough sense to dispatch a female Police Officer. With Chris, the female police officer, and the female paramedic helping Trixie, she was taken to the hospital, where Speed's worst fear was confirmed. Steve hadn't just beaten Trixie, he had beaten her while he raped her.
Speed felt sick and wanted to find Steve and rip the little asshole into a million pieces. Fortunately for the both of them, the police got to Steve first and after a shoot-out he was arrested. Trixie was shaken up badly, but she managed to give her testimony in court. Due to a plea bargain Steven got off with only a sentence of spending the next five years (I have no real idea how long a sentencing like that is for) behind bars.
/End of Flashback/
As the memory faded away, the realization hit Speed like a lead ball in the stomach. Today, if was still the day of the World Battle Grand Prix, marked the fifth year to the day that Steve Vens was put behind bars. Today he had been released and Speed remembered, from Steve's trial, that Steve had vowed to pay Speed back.
Steve was the one who had done this to Speed. He messed up the Mach 5, he planted the bomb, and he put Speed in this coma. Now he was out there, free, with Trixie, while Speed was stuck here in limbo. Screw life, he just wanted to kill the little jerk before he got to Trixie again.
And now that he thought about it, the rocks, the island, all of the limbo-it all was made up like a giant clock. The rocks marked the hours and the island was the center where the hands were moved. Now Speed knew for sure that his only way out of here was to wake up. The problem was that his clock was ticking down and he didn't know where the hands were now pointed to.