Speed sat down on the couch of his and Trixie's apartment as Trixie
walked in holding their six-month-old twins Rex and Rachel. They had been
married for a little under two years. Speed turned on the television and
instantly a picture of Racer X appeared on the television screen.
"And in other news race fans the notorious masked racer, Racer X died late last night," a male announcer said. "Lisa Anders is live on the scene."
Speed stared at the television in shock. The picture on the television flashed from the TV station to outside Racer X's mansion. A woman who appeared to be in about her mid thirties was standing in front of the house. "Late last night Racer X died here in this very house," the woman said. "We have been told that he was sick with cancer for about two years and stopped responding to treatments. He was just waiting around to die."
Suddenly a pretty girl with waist length silver hair and beautiful blue eyes rode up to the reporter on a brown horse with a white star on its face. She swung out of the saddle with such agility and grace you could tell that she had been ridding for years. An elderly man rode up behind her. Stopping at her side.
"What are you doing here?" she asked the reporter. "You know this is private property right?"
"We're terribly sorry," the reporter told the girl. "We're just here to do a story on the late Racer X."
"I see," the girl said in a calm almost cold voice. "So that gives you permission to trespass on private property. My property to be exact." The girl's eyes were so distant and cold. The girl tossed her hair over her shoulder. "I would really appreciate it if you leave. The people from the morgue will be here any minute to come and take my father's body and you're blocking the driveway."
"You're father?"
"Yes, my father," the girl said. "I'm Victoria X. Racer X's daughter and only heir. Legally this is all mine. Now if you'll excuse me, my horse Cracker has had enough exercise for today and I have to take him back to the stable. I trust that you'll be gone by the time I get back." The girl walked back to her horse and quickly climbed on then rode away.
"You'll have to excuse Lady," the older man said. "She was very close to her father, and was the only one present when she died. This whole thing has hit her pretty hard. Miss Tory usually has wonderful manners."
Speed turned off the TV as Trixie walked up and handed him Rachel then took a seat next to him on the couch. "I can't believe he's really dead," Speed said quietly. "Why didn't he tell anyone?"
"I guess he wanted to spend the rest of his days living his life the way he wanted," Trixie suggested. "I feel really sorry for his daughter. I know how hard it is to lose your dad. Especially when he is the only parent that you've ever really known."
"I wonder what's going to happen to her," Speed said. "She didn't look eighteen and I doubt child services would let her stay in that big house all alone with no one but the servants to take care of her."
Tory flopped down on her bed. She had just changed out of her riding outfit into a pair of jeans and an over-sized t-shirt. "Miss Tory turn on the TV immediately!" Joe cried bursting into the room. "There's something that you need to see!"
Tory frowned puzzled and did as she was told. Her father's picture flashed onto the screen. She looked over at him puzzled. "And in other news race fans it appears that Racer X is really long since missing Rex Racer," the announcer said. Tory stared at the screen for a moment and then fainted.
At the same time Pops sank down on the couch and turned on the TV catching the same announcement that Tory had just seen. Pops stared at the TV in amazement. He was having as much trouble believing it as Tory was. Mrs. Racer walked into the room just in time to catch the announcement. She slowly sank down on the couch next to her husband. Her son had been alive all those years. She couldn't believe it. Now that she finally knew who he was he was gone.
She bit her lower lip and looked down at her hands trying to fight back tears. Her oldest son was dead. She couldn't believe it. Finding out that your oldest son was dead was something no parent should have to go through. "I wonder if Speed knows yet," she whispered.
Ever since the announcement of Racer X's death Speed and Trixie had stayed close the television or the radio. They had also caught the news bulletin of Racer X's true identity. "Why didn't he tell me?" Speed questioned aloud. "Why didn't he tell me he was my brother? I should have realized."
"Speed I'm sure he had a good reason," Trixie assured her husband. "Did you know that Rex had a daughter? Maybe she was the reason."
"I guess we'll never know now," Speed said letting his chin rest in his hands. "I just wish that I'd gotten a chance to say goodbye."
"And in other news race fans the notorious masked racer, Racer X died late last night," a male announcer said. "Lisa Anders is live on the scene."
Speed stared at the television in shock. The picture on the television flashed from the TV station to outside Racer X's mansion. A woman who appeared to be in about her mid thirties was standing in front of the house. "Late last night Racer X died here in this very house," the woman said. "We have been told that he was sick with cancer for about two years and stopped responding to treatments. He was just waiting around to die."
Suddenly a pretty girl with waist length silver hair and beautiful blue eyes rode up to the reporter on a brown horse with a white star on its face. She swung out of the saddle with such agility and grace you could tell that she had been ridding for years. An elderly man rode up behind her. Stopping at her side.
"What are you doing here?" she asked the reporter. "You know this is private property right?"
"We're terribly sorry," the reporter told the girl. "We're just here to do a story on the late Racer X."
"I see," the girl said in a calm almost cold voice. "So that gives you permission to trespass on private property. My property to be exact." The girl's eyes were so distant and cold. The girl tossed her hair over her shoulder. "I would really appreciate it if you leave. The people from the morgue will be here any minute to come and take my father's body and you're blocking the driveway."
"You're father?"
"Yes, my father," the girl said. "I'm Victoria X. Racer X's daughter and only heir. Legally this is all mine. Now if you'll excuse me, my horse Cracker has had enough exercise for today and I have to take him back to the stable. I trust that you'll be gone by the time I get back." The girl walked back to her horse and quickly climbed on then rode away.
"You'll have to excuse Lady," the older man said. "She was very close to her father, and was the only one present when she died. This whole thing has hit her pretty hard. Miss Tory usually has wonderful manners."
Speed turned off the TV as Trixie walked up and handed him Rachel then took a seat next to him on the couch. "I can't believe he's really dead," Speed said quietly. "Why didn't he tell anyone?"
"I guess he wanted to spend the rest of his days living his life the way he wanted," Trixie suggested. "I feel really sorry for his daughter. I know how hard it is to lose your dad. Especially when he is the only parent that you've ever really known."
"I wonder what's going to happen to her," Speed said. "She didn't look eighteen and I doubt child services would let her stay in that big house all alone with no one but the servants to take care of her."
Tory flopped down on her bed. She had just changed out of her riding outfit into a pair of jeans and an over-sized t-shirt. "Miss Tory turn on the TV immediately!" Joe cried bursting into the room. "There's something that you need to see!"
Tory frowned puzzled and did as she was told. Her father's picture flashed onto the screen. She looked over at him puzzled. "And in other news race fans it appears that Racer X is really long since missing Rex Racer," the announcer said. Tory stared at the screen for a moment and then fainted.
At the same time Pops sank down on the couch and turned on the TV catching the same announcement that Tory had just seen. Pops stared at the TV in amazement. He was having as much trouble believing it as Tory was. Mrs. Racer walked into the room just in time to catch the announcement. She slowly sank down on the couch next to her husband. Her son had been alive all those years. She couldn't believe it. Now that she finally knew who he was he was gone.
She bit her lower lip and looked down at her hands trying to fight back tears. Her oldest son was dead. She couldn't believe it. Finding out that your oldest son was dead was something no parent should have to go through. "I wonder if Speed knows yet," she whispered.
Ever since the announcement of Racer X's death Speed and Trixie had stayed close the television or the radio. They had also caught the news bulletin of Racer X's true identity. "Why didn't he tell me?" Speed questioned aloud. "Why didn't he tell me he was my brother? I should have realized."
"Speed I'm sure he had a good reason," Trixie assured her husband. "Did you know that Rex had a daughter? Maybe she was the reason."
"I guess we'll never know now," Speed said letting his chin rest in his hands. "I just wish that I'd gotten a chance to say goodbye."