Chapter Twelve: One Little Slip

Trista merely nodded, casting a quick glance towards Nikki and Jak. She leisurely entered through the back entrance, immediately taking view at what was happening. Though she couldn't help but grin inwardly a bit at what seemed the intentions of Tori.

Jak dragged Razors limp body to a seat and looked around. GT Blitz was just starting announcing a race. Nikki darted back out as Jak sat down.

"This could be fun. I need a camera and a bag of popcorn."

Trista nodded once more before seating herself in the space next to Jak. Her gaze shifted towards the unconscious form of Razor. "Tori's going to race with him, right?" she assured.

"Yea...Hey!" Jak pointed to the stadium. GT was gabbing onstage, and Tori was quietly sneaking up behind him. One Boo! later and GT was on the ground, cursing. Tori snapped her fingers toward the audience and they burst into cheers. All that could be heard over that was a shout.

"Sorry GT, the Blitz Babes are back!" It was Tori, leaving with the small form of Nikki behind her. Jak looked to Razor.

Trista grinned, "Blitz Babes?" she repeated, chuckling a bit inwardly. She watched as GT remained on the ground before finally standing up. Though she would often glance towards Jak, then Razor, wondering at when he would wake up.

Razor stifled a painful groan as he slowly opened his eyes. The back of his head was killing him, though thankfully to him hadn't caused a headache. He was bewildered to realize at where he was, at the stadium. "What the hell..." Razor muttered until he spotted both Jak and Trista. He inched away from them before standing up, wincing a bit as he touched the back of his head. "Where's Tori and Nikki?" he demanded.

"Attack the German one!" Cried Nikki, coming from behind and jumping on Razors head. Tori walked up, laughing. Jak chuckled.

Razor growled at both being laughed at and because of Nikki. "Get off!" he shouted, reaching towards the back of his head to grab the hairball.

Trista stifled a laugh, "Easier said then done," she mentioned to Razor.

Nikki bit Razors hand, making Jak double over with giggles. Tori sighed halfheartedly.

"Razor, I'll make her go away if you do me a favor..."

Razor bit his lower lip, stifling another shout. "Fine fine, just tell her to get the hell off!" he growled, attempting to shake Nikki off.

"Ride 'um Cowgirl!" Nikki squealed. Tori laughed.

"Race me and she will not bother you... for a while, anyway."

Razor couldn't help but grin, despite the slight pain of Nikki remaining clamped onto his hand. "Are you sure you want to? If so..." his voice trailed off before he spoke once more, "I accept."

Tori jumped for joy.

"Yay! Now, Nikki, off." Nikki frowned from her grip on Razor.

"I was having fun!"

"Now." Nikki pouted and jumped down, but then turned to face Razor with a scowl.

"You may have won the battle, but you have not won the war! OTTSELS WILL TRIUMPH!" And with that Nikki jumped on Tori's shoulder.

Razor rolled his eyes, "Let's just get this over with," he muttered bitterly, cracking both knuckles. He started down the stairs, heading on the sidewalk of the racing path.

Tori was in her car before Razor got down there. Nikki was already checking everything, and gave Tori an ok. Jak jumped in a car beside her, wanting to race for the fun.

Trista smiled a bit, resting her elbows on her knees before resting her chin against her palms. 'Good luck,' she thought inwardly.

Razor leaped into his car, already igniting the ignition. He glared slightly towards Tori, this would be quite pleasing. He would make sure she'd lose.

Jak revved the engine of the car. Tori was beside him, smirking to kingdom come. Nikki was sitting in her custom backseat.

Razor gripped on the handles, already pressing his foot a bit on the pedal. He would immediately press forward when he heard 'Go!' which he anticipated for.

A horn sounded and Jak, Nikki and Tori were off. Jak pulled ahead of them, grinning.

Trista watched in slight concern, though her solemn expression hardly faltered. She had been told by Tori at how sly and devious Razor seemed to be. 'Who knows what the hell he could do,' she thought.

Razor frowned in distaste as his foot slammed onto the gas pedal as he zoomed by. Fire seemed to blaze in his eyes slightly, creating a plan incase he couldn't win

Jak and Tori's cars came within a few feet of each other, presumably neck to neck. Nikki, being the small thing she is, jumped from her sisters car to Jak's, clutching a small-large to Nikki though,- box, handed it to Jak, and made ready to jump back. But the cars had gained feet from each other, making the jump impossible to anyone save a professional. Which Nikki was most certainly NOT. Tori scowled.

"Nikki, JUMP!"
"WILL YOU SHUT IT?" Nikki spat back, hesitant.
"Next time, I'LL drive the car and YOU can jump!" With a part shove from Jak Nikki finally jumped and barely made it back to the car. Jak sped off ahead of everyone.

Razor increased his speed, speeding right passed Tori and Nikki. His prime objective was to win, and he will, he would make sure of it. His eyes remained glued on both the road and Jak before gaining an idea.

Jak grinned at Razor in the mirror. He had a shield in reserve and a full bar of boost still loaded. He then turned around and gave Razor the birdie, before slamming the gas pedal.

Razor gritted his teeth in annoyance before speeding his car as fast as it could practically go. His intentions on beating Jak seemed to blind him completely, even if it meant risking his life.

Jak sped up even more, still not using boost, and still grinning. The small black box sat casually in one hand, the other on the wheel.

Razor finally had taken notice to the object within Jak's grasp. 'What the hell is he up to?' he wondered in slight puzzlement though continued on with there race.

Jak neared the finish line quickly. He then put up his shield and used his boost to cross in first. He then neatly slammed his car into a wall. Blood hit the wall in a splattered form.

Razor gazed at the wall blankly in disbelief. Steering the wheel a bit he crashed into the wall as well, though on his side. The impact was minor, since he had slowed down.

Trista's eyes widened, the red liquid startling her. She quickly stood up and sprinted down the stairs, hoping it wasn't anything serious.

Tori and Nikki sped up behind Razor, skidding to a halt barely a foot from both cars, and rushed over to the bloody vehicle. Nikki jumped in and began to sort through the broken metal.

Razor, being a bit shaken up, quickly stood up from his bike before trudging up the stairs, mumbling colorful words.

Trista quickly caught up to Tori and Nikki. She searched through the broken parts for him.

Nikki pulled up a hand out of the rubble, still holding onto a very undamaged black box. The arm came next, though it was hard to tell it was an arm, it being so bloody and scratched up.

Trista gently grabbed his arm and helped him up. She didn't want to further injure him, which was a bit difficult to do. She bit her lower lip, trying to avert her gaze from the slightly bloody scene.

Jak looked bad. He was covered in blood, all exposed parts were no longer identifiable, and what was covered was barely hanging onto the cloths, which was the only thing that made him look... human. Nikki grimaced and Tori winced. Though he was still alive. Nikki proved that fact by being unable to pry the little black box from Jak's hand, which was the only thing on him not bloody.

Trista gazed almost horrified, "Jak?" she spoke in a slightly quivered voice. Seeing him in this state was hard for her to take. 'Why did this happen?'

"He normally smashes into walls. Nikki never checks his breaks." Tori said softly, prodding Jak's prone body with a boot. He groaned.

"He never uses them anyways, so I see no point." Nikki spat back.

Trista clenched her eyes shut before turning her head away. It made her stomach sick to see him like that, though she forced herself. Looking back towards him, "Come on, those wounds don't look to good."

Jak groaned.

"Dang..." He muttered, sitting up, ignoring his wounds.

"You just totaled yourself AND your car, and all you can say is 'Dang?'" Nikki spat. Jak just glared at her.

Trista kneeled in front of him, glaring at him slightly. "What the hell is wrong with you!" she practically shouted. Of course it wasn't in anger but pure concern.

Jak backed away just a hair.

"Look, I do this all the time! It's normal!"Jak said, not angry, just firm. Nikki nodded in agreement.

"He's looked worse. Much worse." Jak nodded a thanks and stood, brushing the blood off his shoulders in a casual sort of way.

Trista gazed blankly at the ground. How could he bare to do such thing? And almost every time he races. 'How can he be like that? He could kill himself, it could be even more fatal if that happens again,' she thought before standing and walking off.

Jak blinked, before rushing off after Trista.

"Wait, Trista!" He called, waving the little box in the air." I have something important to ask you!"

Trista didn't want to stay and chat though decided she should. When he called after her was when she slowed her pace and stopped at the stairs. "What?" she solemnly asked.

Jak began to stutter slightly, muttering until he was arms length from Trista. With a gulp and a nervous smile, he got down on one knee, and opened the little black box. Inside was a small, silver ring with a blue stone.

"T-T-Trista... w-will you m-m-marry me?"

She remained still, shocked and surprised. Trista parted her lips to talk though wasn't sure what to reply. A smile curved onto her lips as she nodded, "Yes... I would love to marry you."

Jak's heart skipped a beat. He jumped and did a back flip before sweeping his fiancé off her feet and into his bloody arms. He looked to his car, then to Tori's, and in a matter of moments, he had carried Trista to their car, calling.

"Hey Tori since my cars is totaled I'm taking yours kthanksbye!"

Trista released a soft laugh, not caring even the slightest how blood stained both her skin and clothes. She hugged onto him, kissing the side of his neck before gazing the ring, the object that signified his commitment to her.

Jak hopped in, set Trista down lengthwise in the back, and turned the car around.

"Nice brakes! Wise mine would work!" He called to the stunned pair. Nikki scowled. Jak then drove out of Kras to the portal, leaving Tori and Nikki standing in the Kras City Arena with a smashed car.

"Damn, I hate him..."