I dialled numbers into the mobile phone in my hand.
"Mum..."
"Blyade! Where have you been?"
"No time to explain, you'll see it on the news."
"But Blyade..."
"Mum, I'm staying in Kras City"
"Your what?"
"I'm staying here, I feel at home."
"Oh..."
"Mum? Are you there?"
"Yes."
"I'll keep in touch, honest."
" Guess I'll be seeing you on the Television then?"
"Most probably."
"Well, have a great time, live your life to the full, and don't forget to bring your fellow home sometime so I can meet him."
"Mu-uum"
"Oh so he's not your fellow?"
"Just stay out of it okay? Ahaha, Its a bit complicated."
"Of course."
"Bye Mum..."
"Bye"
The mobile phone fell silent.
I looked up to Razor's face, into his incredible green eyes. I never noticed how green they werebefore.
"Staying then?"
"Yeah."
"Good."
"Razor?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you"
"I love you too."
"Razor?"
"What?"
"How did Mizo's men find us?"
"It was all part of the plan."
"What plan?"
"Our Plan"
"Which was"
"1:Phone Call. 2: Race and 3 depends on how the rest goes."
"So..."
"So Mizo knew all along."
"Knew what?"
"The plan."
"I'm confused."
"I told Mizo our plan, Part 3 depended entirely on the fact of weather we lived or not through 1 and 2. So, Part 3 was the killing of Mozè and Kras City being firmly in the hands of Mizo."
"I see."
"Do you?"
"I do actually. So now what do I do."
"Do whatever you want to do, your life belongs only to you."
"Something doesn't belong to me."
"Oh?"
"My heart belongs to you."
Razor lit up a cigarette and smiled.
"And mine to you."
They quietly began to walk down the road, towards the apartment where so much had happened, to now live whatever life they chose, together in whatever way they wanted. Razor, still the number one of Kras Combat Racing, and Blyade an up-and-coming model for female race-wear.
Razor stopped and looked back, towards the Deathdrome and lit yet another cigarette.
"Don't worry, you'll be back there on Saturday."
They continued to walk down the road. Dawn broke, shining hazy orange light across the streets of Kras. His arm around Blyade's waist, slowly towards home, a bottle of certain wine in her hands.
"Razor?"
"Hmm?"
"Your packing in smoking, even if its the last thing I make you do."
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