Burning the Spirit
Prologue
Cars were lined up in a row. Teenagers were crowded around them, checking them out. The owners mingled with the fans. Each car had a different design. The road was long and dusty. They were racing.
Sloan Jackson leaned casually against his blue mustang, smiling at everyone who passed him by. Dark hair fell into his dark brown eyes. He had been the champ of these races for a good month, and he wasn't about to give up the title. As he watched people mingle, he didn't notice someone start working on his car behind him. He felt a soft hand touch his shoulder and turned around to see his girlfriend.
"Well, if it isn't Sally Hugh," He said softly, taking her hand and giving it a soft kiss.
She blushed and smiled. She was tall and slender, like a model. Long brown hair flowed in the gentle breeze. She looked at Sloan approvingly with green eyes. A man to the side of the road announced the races were about to begin. Sloan started to leave when Sally stopped him.
"Why do you do this?" She asked, pleading him with her eyes to stay.
He smiled to her and gave her a peck on the cheek, "I know it's dangerous, but I love it as much as I love you," He grabbed his helmet as he whispered in her ear, "And I love you so much." Giving her a quick kiss, he headed towards the drivers door.
He pulled open the door and slid into the drivers seat. Car engines revved. His hand put the key in the ignition and turned it. The car purred loudly. Sloan's face got serious as he focused on the flag girl.
30 seconds. . . 15 seconds. . .
The girl waved the flag high, signaling the start of the race. Cars sped down the road. Sloan pumped the gas pedal. He was going, but something didn't feel right. Next, he tried pumping the brake. It felt like he wasn't pushing anything. Something didn't just feel wrong, something was wrong.
Sloan looked around frantically. He needed something to help him. Finding nothing, Sloan cursed his luck. That's when he smelled it.
It was gas leaking.
Sloan's eyes went wide with fear. He quickly prayed for the safety of his family, friends, and love. In the last moment, he prayed for Sally to forgive him.
The car went up in flames. Gasoline mixed with the fire. Sloan could only feel pain. Tears stung his eyes, despite the flames that burned his face. He knew he only had a few seconds left to live. I love you, Sally.
The car exploded. Sally screamed. One of her friends held her back and she cried. Clutching her friend for support, she fell to the ground, completely crushed. The ambulance had arrived, minutes too late. Crying, Sally cursed everyone. It was everyone's fault. She had just lost the one she loved and everyone had played a part.
Sally gasped for air. She couldn't breath because she was crying so hard. The only person that could stop her crying, was the person who made her cry. Everything was so confusing. She blamed herself, everyone around her, and Sloan.
Prologue
Cars were lined up in a row. Teenagers were crowded around them, checking them out. The owners mingled with the fans. Each car had a different design. The road was long and dusty. They were racing.
Sloan Jackson leaned casually against his blue mustang, smiling at everyone who passed him by. Dark hair fell into his dark brown eyes. He had been the champ of these races for a good month, and he wasn't about to give up the title. As he watched people mingle, he didn't notice someone start working on his car behind him. He felt a soft hand touch his shoulder and turned around to see his girlfriend.
"Well, if it isn't Sally Hugh," He said softly, taking her hand and giving it a soft kiss.
She blushed and smiled. She was tall and slender, like a model. Long brown hair flowed in the gentle breeze. She looked at Sloan approvingly with green eyes. A man to the side of the road announced the races were about to begin. Sloan started to leave when Sally stopped him.
"Why do you do this?" She asked, pleading him with her eyes to stay.
He smiled to her and gave her a peck on the cheek, "I know it's dangerous, but I love it as much as I love you," He grabbed his helmet as he whispered in her ear, "And I love you so much." Giving her a quick kiss, he headed towards the drivers door.
He pulled open the door and slid into the drivers seat. Car engines revved. His hand put the key in the ignition and turned it. The car purred loudly. Sloan's face got serious as he focused on the flag girl.
30 seconds. . . 15 seconds. . .
The girl waved the flag high, signaling the start of the race. Cars sped down the road. Sloan pumped the gas pedal. He was going, but something didn't feel right. Next, he tried pumping the brake. It felt like he wasn't pushing anything. Something didn't just feel wrong, something was wrong.
Sloan looked around frantically. He needed something to help him. Finding nothing, Sloan cursed his luck. That's when he smelled it.
It was gas leaking.
Sloan's eyes went wide with fear. He quickly prayed for the safety of his family, friends, and love. In the last moment, he prayed for Sally to forgive him.
The car went up in flames. Gasoline mixed with the fire. Sloan could only feel pain. Tears stung his eyes, despite the flames that burned his face. He knew he only had a few seconds left to live. I love you, Sally.
The car exploded. Sally screamed. One of her friends held her back and she cried. Clutching her friend for support, she fell to the ground, completely crushed. The ambulance had arrived, minutes too late. Crying, Sally cursed everyone. It was everyone's fault. She had just lost the one she loved and everyone had played a part.
Sally gasped for air. She couldn't breath because she was crying so hard. The only person that could stop her crying, was the person who made her cry. Everything was so confusing. She blamed herself, everyone around her, and Sloan.