Don't kill me! (Dodges rocks, Molotov cocktails and chickens) I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while, had a huge writers block, but now I've had some of the best plot ideas I've had in a long time, anyway, there'll quite a bit of blood and what not in this chapter, death assured, and there'll also be a little appearance from everybody's favourite monkey-parrot hybrid. Enjoy!

(P.S: As I've probably stated before, this is not going to be centred around a romance between Keira and Torn, I don't want to give anything away, but a slight amount of Keira/Torn is necessary for this fic).

Keira: Saved.

Torn and I had been going out for over a month, and to say things were going smoothly was the understatement of the year! Torn was kind, funny, and hot, he took me wherever I wanted to go, sure he was a little older than me, but so what? He had practically no flaws whatsoever.

Well, there was one thing.

Torn wasn't such a great racer. As a matter of fact, he couldn't even drive and I'm a bit of a racing fanatic.

My friends always thought that the reason I loved racing was the sheer thrill of it all; that was only partly true. Racing was the number one sport in the city, and it was the only sport where everyone could get together, whether they had tipped or curved ears, nobody cared, they were either too busy rooting for their favourite racer, or too busy worrying about how much money they were going to loose if their racer didn't win.

Kras city was known for its race tracks, people came from all over the world to play in or see the annual games, I had been to every single one ever since I was ten, whether it was pouring down with rain or 35 degree heat, I'd be there.

I'd decided to go to the races with Torn to get away from the Northern base, everyone was running around like headless chickens trying to think of new ways to get back at Southern HQ for killing both Shiv and Erol. Erol had died five days after the bullet wound to the head.

Kras city stadium was huge, you could spend months looking around it and still find new surprises, the stadium was based on ancient precursor stadiums. To get to your seats you had to walk into the stadium and around instead of in most smaller stadiums, where the stands were high above the stadiums so you just had to walk up fifty flights of stairs to get to cramped uncomfortable seats, making it harder to see the racers but apparently safer.

There were eight racers; 'Orange lightning', 'Sweet stripes', 'The renegade', 'Speeding bullet', 'Late entry', 'Big bad wolf', 'Steel rock' and 'Glory hunter'. Nobody used their own names, too much chance of gangs making bets, losing and going after the drivers.

"Hello and welcome to the Kras city Stadium!" The old commentator was still in business, Pecker had been commentating for years, and was still doing a good job of not getting fired. "Where the strong battle for first place! And the weak battle for life! Today our racers are in for a big surprise! We have enhanced each of their vehicles with a new primary weapon. And there have also been new additions to the track too! The racers shall have to not only look out for other cars, but for traps as well!"

There were a few happy shouts from the crowd, though few admitted it, everyone who came to the races wanted so desperately to see some blood and guts flying around the stadium, and because all racers had to sign a form agreeing that any injuries sustained were their own faults, there were more traps and therefore more fatal injuries.

Finally the racers took their places on the starting line. Both zoomers and four by fours were used in the races; some were reserved only for one of the two, like turbo races for the zoomers and off-road courses for the four by fours, this time, there were five four by fours and three zoomers.

"Racers, on your marks."

Engines started to roar and people started to holler even louder.

"Get set"

The stadium went silent apart from once again, the roar of engines building up.

"Go!"

But the race never started, in the far corner of the stadium a dark figure jumped down into an unsuspecting audience, falling onto at least three people, and it wasn't just some cheapskate trying to sneak into the races without paying, it was something that everyone in Kras feared, a metal head.

Screams emitted from the whole stadium, racers jumped from their vehicles and fled towards the nearest exits, as did many supporters.

But most were too late.

Five more metal heads climbed over the stadium walls, ten more came in through one of the fire exits, and then they flooded in like giant killer ants, ripping people to shreds, lapping up the blood like syrup, crunching down on limbs, destroying just about anything they could find.

I was carried along with the rest of the crowd trying to get out of the stadium, being dragged further and further away from Torn until I was out in the main race track, everyone ran off in different directions.

After the initial shock of seeing the metal heads and getting separated from Torn, I turned to get out of the stadium, that's when I saw a little kid, she couldn't have been much older than five, dark orange hair, green saucers for eyes, wearing a white dress, she ran out in front of me looking for a way out of the madness, instead she found herself screaming her last few words and then becoming a tasty snack for a metal head, I wanted so badly to look away and forget about her, to try and find a way out with Torn, get to HQ, warn them about the metal heads.

But instead I just watched, I watched the beast rip her clean in two at the waist, after twenty seconds of the metal head first slicing her open, the girl was nothing more than blood and bone.

My mind flashed to Torn, he'd either run out of the exit safely (highly unlikely), was trying to fight off the metal heads (possible), or was dead (most likely), but that was the least of my problems at the time.

There were few elves left in the stadium, most had been beaten to the exit by more hungry metal heads, the rest were running like mad to get out of the stadium and back home or to find help.

The metal head that had eaten the girl licked its lips, then set its beady black eyes on me, I got ready to run when I saw the Metal head run away from me, I looked around and saw a blue Anvil RTX screeching to a holt next to me.

"Get in, unless you wanna be metal meat." Came a man's voice from the car, I didn't have to be told twice, I jumped in quickly and held onto the sides of the seat. "Hold on, this ain't going to be an easy ride." And the car set off.

The guy was right, it wasn't an easy ride, he didn't take anytime to shoot or evade the metal heads, he just drove over them, not caring that there were an increasing number of dents in the car, and a few gashes that had cut straight through the car.

"Just a little further now!" His voice quiet and muffled from his blue helmet, the roar of the engine and the sound of metal head bones cracking under the vehicle.

"What are you talking about? We'll never make it to the exit!" I screamed back to him.

"Who said I was driving out of here? These metal heads are gonna kill more and more people if they're not stopped now!" He shouted back. "Time to kick some metal ass."

"You're crazy!"

"Tell me something I don't know!"

I was thankful for the guy's good driving and knowledge of the track, otherwise we would've been dead and digesting just nicely in a metal head's stomach, instead we were 'safe and sound' in the 'RTX, with plenty of metal head guts splashed out on the front of the car.

"Shit!" I looked at the guy sitting next to me a saw that a metal head had pounced onto the car and was currently biting down on his helmet. "Hit it!"

"With what?" There wasn't much to use in the car, no bits of metal sticking out of the car, no sharp metal head remains other than a few broken off claws on the outside of the car that would take some more than a human to take out, not even a heavy manual to throw at it.

"Check the glove compartment! And hurry, this helmet isn't a metal head chew toy in disguise!" So I checked the glove compartment like he asked (or to put it more precisely, demanded) and found a small G'16 mini lazer gun, fully loaded and ready to use. "Good, now shoot it!"

I did as I was told and shot the metal head a couple times in the head, it keeled over and off the car but took the man's helmet with it, then I realised the guy driving was the same one who'd spared my life a few weeks ago!

"You!" I screamed.

"Look, this is no time to get distracted alright? We've still got a lot of metal heads on our tail, I need you to drive for me whilst I get up on the gun." I had to slide over onto his lap before he could even try to get up onto the gun, the last thing either of us wanted was to make it through a metal head attack and end up dying in a crash instead, the guy then slid out from behind me, quickly stepped onto my shoulders for a quick boost – I was surprised at how light he was – and used the machine gun in the back to take out as many metal heads as possible. "Try not to crash into too many metal heads, just find as many green eco packs for the car as you can! I'll take these ugly bastards from here!"

Driving the 'RTX was harder than I'd expected, it was fast, but the steering was crap, the car didn't turn until five seconds after you needed it to, I realised then I'd become too used to my zoomer, it even felt weird to sit in, usually I was used to laying on my stomach instead of sitting upright.

"Only a few more left!" I heard the Southerner above me yell. I made my way towards another green eco package, using my last bit of blue eco I blasted through the pack, the tiny organisms got to work on repairing the scratches and dents in the car. "Turn around!" I looked back and nodded, then turned the car around as quickly as possible without loosing control then I drove back to the start of the race-track.

The Southerner jumped down into the seat next to me.

"You sure can handle yourself on the track." He said to me.

"Thanks. To be honest I'm more used to racing a Zoomer than a four by four." I admitted.

"I noticed, it gets easier, you just have to put yourself five seconds in front, that's all."

"Right, I'll try to remember." And I did, and like he said. It did get easier, not a lot easier, but easier than thinking the car wasn't going to turn at all and that we were both going to die in a smouldering wreck. "Hey can I ask you something?" Stupid question, the guy was more switched on than I'd hoped, he knew I was going to ask him something personal, and from the look on his face I could see the answer without him even having to open my lips.

"No."

"Okay."

"Sorry." He apologised, and he sounded like he meant it, like he was almost sad that he couldn't answer my question, but I guess his life was already on the line, he'd met me twice and hadn't succeeded in killing me. "Look, I want you to forget what happened here, go back to your quarters, don't say anything about what happened, understand?"

"Yeah." I sighed. "Don't worry, my lips are sealed."

"Good, now I—What the hell is that?" I turned back to look at what the fuss was about, the man beside me was looking at something on his side of the car. "Look, We've gotta get out of this car, it's not safe, now hold on!"

Before I could say anything, I had two arms wrapped around my stomach, I let go of the steering wheel and kept my eyes firmly closed, a quick lurch in my stomach told me we'd jumped out of the car and then a dull wave of pain over my back told me, we were back on the ground.

I opened my eyes and found myself laid on top of the man who'd spared my life twice; he was laid on the floor looking up at me with a stunned grin on his face.

"What are you looking at?" I frowned; he simply chuckled and nodded towards my grasp on his arms. I got up and dusted myself off straight away feeling colour rush to my cheeks. "Keep your thoughts to yourself buddy, I don't want to hear it!"

"Who said I was going to say anything?" He challenged, I was going to snap back until I saw the guy's car explode into a blaze of metal scraps. "You and I had better split, now remember, you never saw me, okay?" I nodded quickly and we both ran off to our Bases.

Finally, it's over! Huzzah! The next chapter is going to be in a different character's Point of view! Sorry for the reuse of certain words, and I'll definitely try to update a lot sooner this time!