Chapter 3: Ready, Set, Die!

"I will win this," said Cyborg as he fixed the T-Car. This was turning to be one crappy detour they took. It went right through the dead zone.

"You think you can win," said the ghost teen, "No human has ever won this race. Or as a matter of fact, no human has ever survived."

"Shut hell up," said Cyborg, "And to let you know. I'm not totally human. I'm part machine."

"Doesn't matter how much part you are," said the ghost teen, "You'll not finish."

"I think I'm up to the challenge if it's for my friends," said Cyborg.

"Oh," said a ghost girl walking up, "How noble. I like noble."

"Well," said Cyborg looking at her, "Here's something you won't like, you're dead, and I'm not, so there is no need to be flirty."

"Stuck up," said the ghost girl walking away.

"You'll never make it across the finish line," said the ghost teen.

"I will," said Cyborg.

"We'll see about that," said the ghost teen, and then he disappeared.

"I will win this race," said Cyborg.

"Actually," said a familiar voice, "I will be the one who wins this."

Cyborg turned around, he couldn't believe it. There was Red X staring at him.

"What are you doing here?" said Cyborg.

"I always enter this race every year," said Red X.

"But the ghost say every human who entered so far has died," said Cyborg, "How are you still alive?"

"Who's said that I am?" said Red X.

"What?" said Cyborg. Red X walked towards him, and right through him.

"No way!" said Cyborg.

"Way," said Red X, "I have been dead for years now. I possessed Robin's Red X suit to give myself a shape, but by possessing it, I still didn't have a body. So I kept on entering this race to take a human body to live in."

"So that's your plan?" said Cyborg.

"Of course," said Red X, "With all the extra bodies, I could disguise myself as anyone."

"You won't win," said Cyborg.

"Neither will you either," said another familiar voice. Both of them turned, there was another bad sight, it was Slade.

"You!" said Cyborg.

"I have a name," said Slade.

"Whatever," said Cyborg, "What's your evil plan this time?"

"No need to talk about it until after the race is mine," said Slade.

"I will win," said Cyborg, "And I'll beat both of you no matter what it takes."

"Big talk," said Red X, "But it takes more than that to scare me away."

"Hey!" shouted a huge ghost heading there way, "No talking with the other racers."

"I see you at the finish line," said Slade walking away.

"Bye for now," said Red X vanishing into the darkness.

"I got to win this or else my friends are served for lunch, possessed, or worse," said Cyborg.

2 hours later, the full moon was high in the sky that night. The clock had struck midnight. The race was about to begin.

"Welcome to the 59th annual race," said the race announcer ghost, "This year's competition is tough. Let's welcome last year's winner, Casey Wright."

All the ghosts cheered for the ghost guy. He was wearing a dark jacket, blood stain jeans, and one eye missing. Here was driving a Jaguar.

"Here's Anthony Dark," said the announcer. The ghost stood up, he was very big. He had huge muscles that ripped at his brown shirt. His blue jeans were torn up. He was driving a Ford pickup truck that brown paint peeling off.

"Clark "Burner" Flash," said the announcer. This time the ghost teen stood up this time. He was driving a green and black jeep.

"Red X!" said the announcer. Red X stood up, he still had his motorcycle.

"Our new racer," said announcer, "Cyborg!" Everyone booed at him.

"Ah, shut up," thought Cyborg.

"And Slade," said the announcer. Cyborg turned around to see him.

He was driving a Grand Cherokee with 38 inch tires, it was pitch black. The bummer on the truck was huge, and all the windows were gone.

Nobody cheered at all for him, Cyborg grinned, "Well, at least no one wants him to win."

"The race ends at 2:00 am," said the announcer, "The person who is farther ahead of everyone wins the people."

"So this isn't a race from the start to end?" thought Cyborg, "I just got to keep ahead of everyone."

"Get ready for this," said the announcer, "On the count of 3, everyone take off."

"1," he said, then everyone started there engines.

"2," he said, everyone inched close to the staring line.

"3!" he shouted. Then everyone hit the gas pedals and sped off the down the track.

Author Note: The race begins next chapter, hope you are all ready for this. I was going to have the race during this chapter, but I decided just to get the feeling of what's going on during this race.

Why is Slade in this race? What's his motive? Can't tell you that. You'll just have to wait and find out.

Next to Come: Dead Race