Drabble No. 1!! Woot! Also, if you feel that I've majorly wanged up Razer's character, tell meh and I'll do something about it.

R 'N' R

Razer lay back in bed, randomly flicking through channels. He didn't normally do this sort of thing, but he was unable to get to sleep and he didn't particularly feel like getting out of bed.

"Ohh, Enrico-"

Change channel. Nobody wants to watch bad smut.

"Oh, now there's a move my old man wou-"

Change channel. Ironically, despite being an ex-champion of the sport, Razer derived no pleasure from watching combat racers blow each other up.

"- The strange folk, they-"

Change channel. He didn't like that song.

A-ha. A news broadcast. Razer put down the remote. It would be good to see what was going on in the world. After all, they'd lost contact with Haven City a few days ago, which was never good news for a long-distance relationship.

Razer bit his lip. The newscasters were saying that Metal Heads had broken the city shield wall and taken out half the eco grid, which explained the loss of communications. But Metal Heads…

Razer hoped like hell that Erol was all right. With any luck, Erol wouldn't have been sent to fight the Metal Heads.

"-Horrific. Over to you, Bobalina."

"Thanks, Richardette. In a totally unrelated story, six hours before the Metal Head attacks, Commander Erol of the Krimzon Guard died in a hover racer crash. He drove around a corner and straight into a year's supply of Dark Eco. All that remains of him is his treasured racing mask. Many people will miss his presence. His funeral is being held in one week's time, which is coincidentally when his will is going to be read. Back to you, Richardette."

"Thanks, Bobalina. That's the news for today."

"Good evening!"

Razer picked up the remote again and turned off the television. Erol… dead?

He knew he should feel sad, but shock and denial were taking up all the space.

Erol's dead?

No, he can't be. Erol wouldn't crash into something so blatantly obvious.

Would he?

R 'N' R

Hmm… not my best. I'll probably look at it when I'm fifteen, shout "AARGH! THIS IS TOO WANGED UP TO EXIST!!" and do a major edit. Or delete if. Well, whatever.