Hello!

Okay I would like to thank 'brother bandit' I have looked and reviewed the cars you sent me and I hope you like them in this chapter and don't worry the 'race in a plane' saying will be said sometime soon. But again would just like to thank you for your help!

Okay not a long chapter, quite boring tbh but it's just giving a bit of background here...

But bare with me the next chapter is gonna have bare amounts of BlossomXBrick :)

Disclaimer: Well you know...

"Iwtugystocmtoclbtnoigh" (I want you to come to a club tonight)

Brick mumbled through his teeth.

"Huh?"

"Come again?"

Brick's two brothers Butch and Boomer where both sat on the couch in the living room where Brick had called them. He was currently stood in front of his two siblings looking very uncomfortable AND very frustrated. Brick's eyes glided over to Boomer's left arm where a large scar was formed up the side of it. Brick winced and set his jaw.

"You know what, forget it" Brick spat before storming off. His brothers simply sat their dumbfounded at their brother's strange behaviour but quickly settled back into watching TV again.

Brick however slammed his bedroom door shut and sat on the edge of the bed his head in his hands. How dare Blossom tell him what to do and how dare he let his pride almost do it! Brick let a growl slide to his throat and kicked his skateboard sending it flying into his desk. He couldn't let his brothers know he was still racing they would skin him alive! Ever since what happened they had all sworn NEVER to race again. It made Brick's skin crawl knowing he was defying his family promise but he couldn't help it racing was an addiction to Brick he needed more every time, and each time he raced it gained a stronger hold over him.

Brick sigh and laid back on his bed staring at the ceiling it all happened 3 years ago...

'WINNERS ROWDYRUFF RACIN!' The announcer called, people where cheering, screaming and dancing in the open landscape. Speakers blasted at infectious beat while people all around raced.

Brick and his brothers stood and got out of their blood red Ford Mustang with a black streak straight down the center, tinted green Grand Sport Corvette and a royal blue GTO. They currently owned. Brick smoothly walked over to a small podgy looking guy, his messy brown hair was slicked back and his cold black eyes where throwing daggers at the three boys.

'Pink slips' was all Brick said, the man narrowed his eyes again and Butch was already cracking his knuckles, the man shifted his weight and shoved the papers to Brick who grinned.

'Pleasure doing business'

The man silently walked off with his team following him.

'Come again soon we need some more money!' Boomer yelled cockily, Butch laughed and threw his arm around Boomers neck while Brick smirked at his siblings, his eyes scanning the slips. The small man whipped his head around his right eye twitching furiously. He marched right up to the boys and jabbed Brick in the chest. Brick's expression switched from amused to serious in a heartbeat straightening himself in the process.

'I've just about had it with you and your brother's witty remarks, one last race. Me. You. All or Nothing. No Holes Barred. If I win you leave this place for good if you win vice versa. Understood.'

It wasn't an offer it was a challenge something Brick wasn't going to take lightly his serious expression suddenly turned deadly, he shoved the already owned papers into Butch's shocked arms and slid into his car.

The man climbed into black Challenger SRT8 as both boys rolled up to the line, Brick's menacing red eyes slid over to the man, who barred his teeth back.

A small boy stood in-between both supercars not having the slightest clue on how big the situation was, he raised his arms.

'See you at the finishing line Tony' Brick muttered

'Your Finished Ruff'

'GO!'

They both floored it, the tiers squealed and the engines roared in response. Brick gained the lead immediately and shot ahead, Tony remained unnaturally calm at the lead his challenger had over him. Brick swerved the corner with ease are darted off again, Tony remained tight but never gaining the lead.

The next corner was coming up and Brick glided it again, Tony remained behind. Brick checked his mirror and grinned in pure delight, settling back into his seat Brick cruised up the straight every now and then glancing behind him.

Brick shifted his gaze to the cluster of people at the other side of the site, the very faint beat of music could still be heard and he could see two silhouette's stood on a raised piece of earth. No doubt his brothers, Brick looked back at the road in front of him seeing the final corner coming up. Looking in the rear-view mirror once again Brick's eyes doubled in size. Tony was gone. Brick straightened in his seat and began frantically looking around him, he turned to his right and saw Tony staring right at him, the sudden appearance made Brick jump and hit the gas a little hard as his car wheezed. Tony rammed the nose of his car into the back of Brick swerving his car, Brick tightened his hold on the steering wheel and got the car back under control.

Tony barged the car again but Brick expertly used it in his favour as he used the extra power to push him around the corner. Brick quickly took the inside lane and shot forward. While Tony came up on his left, Brick looked into his eyes staring at him never once at the road. Brick stared back not letting him get the better of him that is until Tony pulled out a handgun and pointed it straight at Brick, Brick's eyes widened and his car wobbled as Brick's hands did.

BANG BANG!

Bullets rocked around Brick's ears, he looked ahead and saw he hadn't being paying attention he was approaching the oncoming crowed too fast and was quickly losing control of the car. Brick punched his horn hard while people ran screaming.

BANG BANG!

Butch and Boomer watched in terror as their brother was quickly loosing control of the speeding car, while Tony was still shooting at him.

Brick looking up through his arms and saw a girl in his way. She looked absolutely terrified and was rooted to the spot, her fiery red hair around her face and her pink eyes widened in fear...

Without thinking Brick spun the wheel sending the car violently to the left and up the raised piece of earth, the car collided with something heavy and Brick felt it travel over his car. Brick slammed the brakes as the car rolled to a stop smoke pouring from the engine, while blood rolled down Brick's head.

Brick threw his door open and darted around to find Butch crouched over something...someone.

Brick's heartbeat quickened as he rushed to their side, their Brick knew that for the rest of his life he was to never race again. There laying limp on the floor was his brother Boomer.

In the hospital the doctor told Brick and Butch that their brother was going to be okay, he sustained head injuries and he would have a permanent scar down his left arm where a part of Brick's car impailed him. Brick would never forgive himself.

A few days later Boomer was let out of hospital and the boys where back home. It was then when the small statue from the hood of Brick's destroyed Ford Mustang was thrown through the window, Butch ran outside and saw a black Challenger SRT8 driving off as Butch's blood boiled at the thought of Tony getting away. He walked back into the house and watched as Brick unwrap the note that was attached to the statue.

'BANG BANG YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN DEAD
DON'T COME BACK OR I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD'

It was then that the boys vowed that they would never race again knowing how close they came to almost losing their brother, they packed up and left. Boomer viciously disagreed but they where having none of it.

Brick allowed a tear to slide down his face before rubbing it away roughly. Rolling over to look at his clock he watched as the red numbers flicked to 11:00pm and Brick knew he would soon be hearing the all too familiar sounds of a race car driving past, by a redhead with pink eyes...

_BOOYAH! Heh Heh

REVEIW! ;)

CJR.x