Wow, the last chapter was really short… sorry. But at least I got nine reviews! nine, count 'em, nine reviews! And for whoever said, I WONDER WHY SPEED WAS SCREAMING?, I don't know. The characters write the stories, I just out them down on paper!
I apologize for having such a hard time updating…I had a paper with my basic plotline, and I lost it. But now, I found it (in my locker, go figure) so I can write without a problem!
Anyhow, thanks again for all my reviews (all nine) and now everybody can review, because I fixed the problem where no anonymous reviews were accepted. (most of you knew that)
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Jeanie Adams tapped the steering wheel of her small, green and silver bug angrily. She'd been sitting at the same stoplight for nearly an hour, and had only moved, at most, three inches.
She tapped her foot impatiently as the line started to move at the pace of slow tar. "Come on, stupid bakas." She changed her radio station and sighed as the line stopped again.
"…And in the more national news, a man going simply by the name "Jarrett" has been arrested for stalking and finally killing a man just outside of Odaiba. Officers say Jarrett had threatened to kill and or injure the man's family."
"Jerks," Jeanie mumbled.
"Police now have reason to believe that Jarrett may have an accomplice or possibly even a superior in hiding. They believe he may be somewhere around Tokyo. IF you have any information about "Jarrett" please call…"
Jeanie tuned out as the newsman droned out a number and then a description. She flipped her long, black hair and adjusted her tank top. Seeing the traffic was going nowhere fast, she flipped down her visor and opened the mirror. She frowned and quickly applied new golden eyeshade. Turning her head this way and that, she decided she was satisfied.
There was a knock on her window, startling her. A young boy stood shaking pitifully outside her car door. She rolled her window down as it started to rain.
"Um…I was…well, that is…Ijustlivearoundthecornerandifyouwouldtakemeitwouldbeagreathelp!" He gushed. She blinked.
"Well…if you just live around the corner… oh I suppose. Get in." He smiled. His hair was a dirt brown and his eyes were blue, very blue. His dimples were high on his face, almost on his cheekbones.
They sat in silence for a few moments. The boy fidgeted like little boys do until she spoke. "So what's your name, kid?"
"Kevin." He kicked his legs against the seat. Normally, Jeanie would have been all over him, but she decided to let it slide.
"That's a nice name," She said. "And that's a very nice jacket." At this he looked distinctly uncomfortable.
"Mr. Gave it to me."
"Mr.?"
"I call him that. Ph, that reminds me. He has a gift for you." He handed her a package. "Take it." He thrust the car door open and jumped out, but not before shoving a small green package into her hands.
She looked at him, and back at the package. Slowly she lifted the lid.
**tick tick tick**
"What the…" She saw the counting digital numbers and heard the ticking. She had no time to move, before:
Blam!
The wall of fire set the cars behind her flying backwards as smoke billowed from the bombing site.
And Jeanie was nowhere to be found.
George Ortega clutched his camera and hurried down the stairs of his apartment complex. Shoving people out of his way, he finally reached the black room.
Throwing his other equipment in the corner, he popped open his camera and put the film under the lights, watching as they developed.
He counted and named silently in his head. …13: Speed in the World Battle Grand Prix, 14: Speed and Spritle in Speed's bedroom, 15: Speed playing tennis…
As each one started to develop, he hung each one on the drying line that dipped low from the ceiling. All 25 were accounted for. He whipped out his pocket knife. In each picture, he carefully and delicately carved Speed's eyes out.
He scribbled out an address on an envelope and thrust the pictures inside.
Mr. Would pay him well for this.
There! I know not a lot on Speed, but The bnext chapter's all about him, I promise. And besides, if I skipped this chapter, you'd be lost in the next few!
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--Aeroshockwave