Huzzah! I wrote another (short) chapter! I do apologize for the shortness, but I wrote this in ten minutes, so it was kind of improvised. -_-* But anyhow, R & R!!
Disclaimer: Guess what? Id on't even own my own car, so what makes you think I own a T.V. show? J/k. I own NOTHING.
The streetlamps that lined the road cast an unholy yellow light on the sidewalks and made the small pools of rain from the night before glisten. There was no sound, no sound but the silence, and sometimes silence can be the most awful sound of all, as was the case for a man standing just outside the pools of light. He was waiting for a car to pull up, give him money, and either shoot him or reward him. But so far, there had been nothing and the man was left alone on the sidewalk.
Finally a sound broke the silence like a hammer to glass. A car engine revved and the man stepped into the light. A blue corvette appeared on the highway, going much faster than needed. The man lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. The car stopped with a screech in front of him. The driver's seat swung open and a tall, broad shouldered man stepped out.
"Did you inject the virus?" The man removed the cigarette and exhaled, sending wafts of smoke floating in the bitter air.
"Of course. Did you bring the money? Remember, twelve grand, like we agreed on, Jarrett." Jarrett opened his wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill. The man frowned.
"Twelve hundred, Jarrett."
"Idiot! You didn't inject enough to kill them! They all survived! Meaning you failed. And you saw what happened to the last man the failed me, didn't you Shaori?" Shaori's eyes widened.
Jarrett pulled a gun from his back pocket, a pistol with a crimson handle. "I'm sorry, Shaori, but I have to keep up my reputation."
BANG
When Pops Racer had learned his son was in the hospital (he had been car part shopping) he had dropped everything and ran, causing the crowds and crowds of people in the stores that were looking at the famous car builder to stare in wonder.
Pops burst into the hospital lobby and simply left the door swinging. The hotel lobby was a crisp and formal, yet comfortable and snug room with a large chandelier hanging from the peach ceilings and bouquets of roses and daisies covering the small tables. He searched out a chair and waited until an older nurse, probably in her fifties, approached him.
"Pops Racer, a pleasure to meet you." She outstretched her hand and Pops pushed it aside, quite unfriendly.
"My son, please." She nodded and Pops couldn't help but think of a lawyer, and indeed with her hair done in a tight bun and her wrinkleless uniform that looked like she'd spent hours pouring starch over it, she did look like one.
"Follow me. Your son's in room 215. Your wife is waiting for you." Her shoes squeaked cleanly against the floor as she turned and led the head of Hibiki motors up a few hallways, unlocking doors as she did so. Catching glimpses through the small, slender windows, Pops saw many famous racing names. He counted them off. And Boldoff, and Oh, there's Jenison… After Jenison the nurse stopped and indicated a door.
"This is the one. Please, keep your voice low." She twisted the handle and the two of them entered. Speed was laying asleep on a white, clean bed, covered up to his shoulders with the crisp blankets. His arms lay at his sides and his eyelids moved from time to time, but other than that, there was no movement. Mom Racer sat close to the bed, watching the sleeping teen, her eyes focused totally on his face. Spritle and Sparky leaned against the wall, and Spritle held Chim-Chim in his arms.
At the sight of the monkey, the nurse put her hand to her mouth. "What is that…repulsive creature doing in here? Get it out!"
Spritle clutched his monkey. "No! He's my monkey, you old fart!"
"I most certainly am not, young man! Now get that…thing out of here!"
"But Speed'll be happy Chim-Chim's here! Chim-Chim can cheer up anyone, even you!"
The nurse was about to come up with some spitfire retort, but before she could, a young woman came in. "Nurse Hokuso?"
"Yes?" She appeared quite annoyed.
"Dr. Kamiyama would like to talk to you."
"Very well-"
The young lady cut her off. "Oh my gosh, it's Speed Racer! Wow! He's even cuter in person than he is on T.V.!" She turned to Sparky. "And you're his mechanic!" Speed moved his head to the side in an attempt to shut out her high pitched squeals. Mrs. Racer thankfully plugged his ears.
"Well, yeah I'm his mechanic." Sparky puffed out his chest comically.
"Wow! That's so interesting!"
Sparky flushed. "Yeah."
"Would you like to come down with me to the faculty room? They're having pizza." She winked stunningly and flipped her auburn hair. "Come on!"
Sparky looked at Mrs. Racer, she nodded her consent, and the two were off, Sparky bragging all the way.
From a distance, eyes watched the red-head and the mechanic waltz down the hall. Jennifer did her job well. Now for the child, and then the parents.
One by one, Speed Racer, they will leave you all alone. And then you'll be left to me…
Wow, another chap. all done! Remember Review, and you can now that I got the you-can't-review-if-you're-anonymous thing fixed. =O)